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Текст песни Wu-Tang Clan f Redman - The W

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[Redman]RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come onRing the bell so it`s time to eatBrick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seatsBomb isdide the palmDoc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass ironed onThe front with my pump built like the KlumpsTo carry it I take the spare out the trunkI stay hungry, I ain`t worked for daysThat`s why you see the pump when the curtains raiseBlast! Don`t panicDo I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed?Hell nah! I won`t tell you sonIf I find a wack ID I sell you oneDoc and Hot Nick, InspectahMy lecture`s like Hannibal Lector`sWhere`s the ketchup?Don`t speak on it, shut ya trapI see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacksAh woo, Doc in my own zoneYou say you got the rapgames sewn, but it`s sewn wrongI ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow conesYeah, ya little fucksGimme ya fucking money!*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*[Method Man]Uhuh, check itI`m hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat onPlaying with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong?Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stompIf ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots tornPro`s and con`s, megabomb`s and so-on`sBy arid actions try MC`s to get their roll onFirst issue got issuesWhat is hip-hop to Hot Nickles?It`s like Funk Doc to snot tissues, wordLook at my hand and get the thirdFinger out ya earhole like: Fuck what you hearNow that`s what I call harcore, let`s act foolMr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack toolI been shitty, I`m from the veils of the cityAnd just because my outfit match don`t make me prettyBaggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breatheIn a room full of crackers I might cut the cheeseAin`t no rules to the game, if it is we aint playinIn your business like EPMD, "So What Cha Sayin`"You co-designin that bullshit yo man tryinChaka chaka cha-ta tatat!!Slugs flyin*Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck*[Inspectah Deck]Yo, yaCheck, the code echos from magazines to the big screenFo` wheel machines like ya wits scream Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urbanRoll upon me thirstin like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-MerchantWe roll longer than dice in a casinoCee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0Behind the tinted windows I lay lowOn some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0But now I get wild similar to Ol` DirtyOn third time fellon just hit with over 30No worries, style have em so thirstyFirst degree heats are quittin on me Cold turkey, no mercyI bring the pain of a hundred migrainesBut a thousand shoutin my name that`s why I cameBut first bring the cashburst, then the outburstMy surround sound pound ya ear like Jevon KearseI flex muscle outside I find a next hustleTrouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscleEven the best buckle winI take it to the extemeIt gets ugly, but it`s what a nigga do to get creamThis life*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*

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