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Текст песни Wu-Tang Clan f Street Life (a.k.a. Stree - Deadly Melody

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[Masta Killa]As we return, to the 36 ChambersThe RZA, the GZAThe Ol Dirty BZAU-God, Chef, the Ghostface KillahAnd Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosureDon`t forget about the Masta, yoMotherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompinThunder, strikes your land with a joltYour stamina level is low, like currents fromthe volts of relentless punishment that multipliesAt a speed that the naked eye can`t die-tectthe infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomicallyStagnant they stood surrounded and astoundedby this total square mileage of violence that I brungI`ve not yet begun to stungIt`s the ethics, the rigorous training methodsof the Abbott, incite overseas to oppositionPenetrates then infiltratesBreakin down your resistanceLeavin competition defenseless, MastaHip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizerwith the silencer[U-God]Psssh, yoPile-driver Tut boulder face blow HulkAnger rap book causin chess blade smokeMinds the trunk, punk, elephant gun pokeJaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, chokeFace the inferno, maestro, pull itPipe hard slang, bite the golden bulletNever, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stingerSee me on the streets address me stone bringerEase away, freeze back, feedback, play out insweet action packed rapBite it, stomp on a beatPosess hollow head battle teeth Tony AtlasWu status, now, wisdom to the masses[RZA]Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is likea nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammarAt the speed of wind makes you bleed withinCrack your skull, without penetratin your skinReign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistolsSpent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal[Method]Home on the range, rebel with a penwritin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you inMista, Meth, Hot NickelsSay my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in[RZA]The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting yaI ain`t gotta lift one fuckin fingaMake sure the God I-reef turns on the ringer, we duckin the subpeonaFatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina[MK] Check the 150 millimeter heater as it blows holes through your fuckin speaker[U-God] Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters[GZA] Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua[Method] Things`ll never be the same, after this oneGhostrider spit flame, lay back and twist oneRecognize the Gods came, for one accordFor one mind and one cause, that`s the shit SonPlay them crows out positionYou might hear me but you don`t listenCompetition come and get some onRed marker still bleedin, through the paperof his sick premeditated, murder caper[Street Life]I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutchWatch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrushSpot rusher get touched backed up handcuffedY`all niggaz can`t FUCK with us[Ghostface]Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin meSpell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy StreetStand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbarIt`s like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-haPineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rushPlush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my changeYo it`s ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mindIt`s like, stalkin through your airport *BZZZZZZT* with a chunky nine[Street Life]The undervolt Staten New YorkBlood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court (Method: One time)It`s the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murderedRoadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back blockYo it`s warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midairLandin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfestKeeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquestSubway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime paysMatched up in a staircase, in a dark place embracedby the trey-eight, I`m in so deep I can`t escapeThese crime situations, I stay in man formationAnd shot echoes through the ghetto locations y`all remainP.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, BigoloThrow a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel CastroI be the great all pro, hangin MC`s by they logosMy street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno

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