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RZA (Bobby Digital) f Doc Doom, Force MD

The Sting: Bobby Digital Bonus Disc

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Typed by: ThaMasta@WuLyricz.Com[Intro: RZA]Come on, come onYo, ye-yeah, ye-yeahWhere Ya At? Where Ya At?Takin` it back to 1982Runnin` Brownsville as we bring you (Where Ya At?Where Ya At?)That phat old school shitThe best of the troup could findBOODOODOODOODOO!Yo yo[Chorus: Force MD`s]My crew is super duper fly and we came to get pai-aidWe pack those glocks and razor blades, duckin` spa-a-a-adesRollin` that sticky chocolate thai, we `bout to get bla-a-azedY`all cats can`t play with us, it`s not a ga-a-a-a-ame[Chorus - last two lines][RZA]Roll up the Winchester, pull my whites, that`s the poindexterTell him bring back the black iron Mac strapped with two extraClips was a natural, worms in the Big ApplePotholes in the street crack the Benz axleWell let me come and descend my mens at youYou can`t just catch this fish Jack mackarelB-O-B boy, fast like Bruce Lee-royCaramel sundae honey set the decoyFor you soldiers seekin` to de-stroyme, what the fuck you think we got the heat for?You dunns, we knock out your gold frontsShorty got bigger and strong once she start smokin` bluntsWith beef they get found in Hunt`sThere`s no chance to score, your best bet`s to punt[Chorus][Doc Doom]I know R&B niggaz that`s harder than youYoung T.G.`s with more street smarts than youHit liq`, shit you ain`t got the heart to doAnd I bet the click you run with they bustas tooFuck a pass, we come strapped when we passin` throughAll types of straps, you get clapped just for actin` newCollectin` more guns ever since my cash done grewBad ass with no dash so I`m a bastard tooAsk your crew, nigga, I gay-bash `em tooGrab his strap then ski-mask and bash `em too[Madam Scheez]West Cost rider, credit card sliderRoll up the windows and pass the lighterI done turned into a lover, used to be a fighterNow I pull out my guns and take `em out one by oneYou`re a beautiful bitch, sittin` on pins and needlesI done seen bitches emotions breakin` up like The BeatlesWho`s the real bitch now? Seen the fear in yo` tearsNow Tyrone folks is talkin`, shut the fuck up hereA product of my environment until my retirementHave a habit of the automatic breakin` up the staticAnd if y`all niggaz wanna trip y`all can suck my dickI got eight or nine of `em, different colors and shit[Chorus][Timbo King]Smell like the rain forest, got diamonds in the hood - flawlessSable Taurus, spit a verse, no chorusYou`re on the wrong turf, one of my songs worthtwo mil`, eh-yo, red pill, blue pillStill stay focused, off-white lotus, brokersI`ma dead y`all slot time, no spins on the hot nineEh-yo, my hot nine got my whole block signI rhyme gangsta, pops was an O.G.I`m a junior, my son`ll be the thirdLet `em learn degrees, the bees and the birds (uh-huh)Let `em learn degrees, the bees and the birds[Shyheim]Why you actin` cuckoo like you just flew over nest?Like I give a fuck how much weight you benchShyheim, my government and my attributesBIG left me the Tec and the nine at my crib, so Gimme the LootOr L.B.C. ya like Snoop, I`m out to get coof, again coofTurn up the thermostat, peep the murder rap`Bout to bring it back, in the name of crackIn the name of dopeRidin` through the hood in the Diamondback with spokesIn the name of thai, cliches and skunkI came to get high, came to get drunkI came with the Tec, Bobby came with the pumpWe left with the shines, left with two dimesSittin` on dubs, royal flush, five of a kindCountin` the spare for the deuce-ooh-ooh-oneNigga, our year, niggaz, our year[Freemurder]Yeah, yeah, yeahYo, talkin` all drunk, makin` a rap right hereFool remainders, like he can`t get clapped right hereFuck the walkin`, Freemurder pack right hereOn some napalm and bamboo track right thereFuck twenty-five, shit, I`m strapped to the chairCuffie Crime Fam`, my fifth black in the airY`all don`t want none, lead ya back down the stairsOnce the Mac appearFour heat, I ain`t hit `im, shoot back fire wit `imWhole empire wit `im, never plea guilty, I ain`t hit `imGuess who lyin` wit `imLeft po`, ya dead broke like Holy`s ear when Tyson bit `imStill on point like lime segmentPull out joints, the nine wet menDouble action, don`t want no trouble, askin`"Who I be?", Murder like Tai ChiGet ya brain tiltNew Yorker, Brooklyn is where he come from

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