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Текст песни Wu-Tang Clan f Nas - The W

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[Intro Skit]Someday I`m gonna be walkin down the streets,mindin my own business.. and BAM!!I`m gon` be shot by some pig who`s gonna SWEARthat it was a mistake.I accept that as a part of my destiny!{*Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha*}[Raekwon the Chef]Whattup kid? That`s right..Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo..[Chorus: Raekwon]Aiyyo let my niggas liveWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yoLet my niggas liveWe real niggas that`s God-body, challenge anything, make major movesLet my niggas liveWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rulesLet my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas liveHandle your bid and kill no kids[Raekwon the Chef]Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y`all niggas is weakGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speakKids that`s rich that`ll, run in your bitch and by the third weekYo mark my word, me and my herb speakThat`s that fire move like Schwinns yoInvisible pens that write light, leave blendsHit with the JF Kennedy shotSmash with the Acapulco rifle got gotBolt off, but got clockedLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word upDesign your alphabet, reps get gradedWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm`s lengthHome of Allah`s ten big roomsSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous movesExotic Gods bust my hammer at fraudsCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that`s right y`allGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head[Chorus][Nas]I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y`all try meI`m God-son, son of man, son of Marcus GarveyRastafari irie, Ha-ile SelassiePolice`ll try to break us, but the streets raised usIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for oursI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant handsSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostileThere`s no pots to piss in, glocks is spittinRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shitDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaineIt drove lots of men to die with no nameI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famousPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anusI`m the animal that Hugh Heffner createdThe only nigga Sadй dated, the most hated, Nas nigga[Chorus][Inspectah Deck]Roughneck reppin the set, bang `em twice in the neckC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard recBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecsYou`re no threat, gun talk, the language of the projectCheckin shorty with the +Black Tail+ stance, leapord pantsYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dancePlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is majorDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razorSemi-autos roar in the building hallSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wallCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mineIn the daytime, the Jakes`ll hit ya forty-one timesSo I live by the sword and obey hood lawsMake my team click like high heels on wood floors[Chorus]

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