Текст песни Wu-Tang Clan - Oz soundtrack
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.. {*jail interlude*} .. [RZA]Son I just slapped my bitchCame to my crib `bout half past sixKid`s in shitty diapers, no food was fixedI was like, "Yo bitch - why ain`t no food fixed?"She on the phone with her friend talkin bout dickI snatched the receiver from that bitch like CLICKShe got all excited, tryin to throw fitSwung at me then I swung back - BITCH![Method Man]What you in fo`? It happened in the clubwith some thugs I was at the bar, smokin bud, hollerin at loveLadybug was playin in my peachfuzz, she wasTalkin hot fudge, can`t nobody do it like she doesin the hot tub - didn`t know her man was in the clubAnd honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrubIt must have been the drugs or the alcohol buzz, had meshootin my game like a thirty-eight snub babyLet`s cut a rug, that`s when I felt a shoveWhat the blood do - actin like he won the Golden GlovesI get one for holdin grudge, but if this kid throw a slugI`ma throw a slug - that`s how we be rollin cuzI see this dud tryin to play me like a pair of LugzBig John Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mugWhat you in fo`?.. {*jail interlude*} .. [Streetlife]I`m locked down for tryin to hold my block down since a shortyThe Old Earth was like, "Street put the glock down"I was raised in slums, love how the gun soundsand now I got one - c`mon, who wanna front now?Sunup to sundown, ready for showdownWhoever wanna throw down, the gangsters better slow downWake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us(What you in fo`?) In for murder over money love and lust(What you in fo`?) In for life, don`t let me tell you twiceI might bang you twice and take double the lifeWhat you in fo`?[Raekwon the Chef]Jail status - get upWash a nigga mattress faggot, you heard about me right?Pass off them packages cat, you gotta eat to liveMeet the crib; got a hundred starvin niggaz in here bigSo pop off, drugs that`s props, bring inglocks we call `em oxesBe a real live nigga, swing mops and shit, take over shitFuck the C.O.`s, aiyyo Boo, I need clothesSlide brokers where phones get hidFuck with Russians and LatinsThe most powerful marble black slipper styleGoin out thrashin niggaz, kicks get thrownBig sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F TroopsNotarized wigs, lay six monthsThat`s alright dog, make it home LordHeard you admit it in the box, slid it under wallsBang monster angerBop through the halls with bangersLive God like the Abbot of all chambers.... {*jail interlude*} ..