Intro: RZA and Ghostface, Raekwon () and somebody []
Word. Man fuck that nigga
Fuck that crab, ass, bitch [Who the live niggas youknowhatI'msayin?]
[You niggas know how to shoot joints] (Put down the gun son)
[Elmira, Riker's Island, coming from Brownsville] (Put down the gun son)
Niggas tried to front on my little sister (Put down the gun)
[YouknowhatI'msayin we represent youknowhatI'msayin?]
[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Tony Rhome]
They tried to, tried to front on this (Put down the gun son)
[RZA respect youknowhatI'msayin? We keep it real]
Yeah, check it out y'all (put down the, put down the gun son)
[Put your guns down, throw your hands up]
It's on like that y'all word up, Iron Man comes back
[Represent, you niggas gotta shoot joints]
Yo check it
Verse One: RZA
Put away your heaters, throw up your dick beaters
Accurate blows to his nose shut his eyes closed to a centimeter
Bitches on the fences wonderin what the fuck the suspense is
I land heavy uppercuts in the corner of the park fences
Knocked his mouthpiece front teeth got locked inside my knuckle
He grabbed the belt buckle, attempt to catch me with a couple
Of low blows to the nuts, on ringside was as a giant du-els
Send your Barb for this fuckin jew On a Wire
He couldn't chessbox that's when he reached for his ahhs
Brother chopped me on the top of my knot, but he got stopped
When a twelve ounce bottle of Bartyle and James had him startled
A bitch threw it caught him in his head, at full throttle
He fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't saved by the bell
That was his ass black
So when it comes to physical combat
We can take it hand to hand or go beyond that
Do you want my gat to make the contact?
Retirin cats who lack the heart to fire back?
[We take all crabs overboard]
Word. Man fuck that nigga
Fuck that crab, ass, bitch [Who the live niggas youknowhatI'msayin?]
[You niggas know how to shoot joints] (Put down the gun son)
[Elmira, Riker's Island, coming from Brownsville] (Put down the gun son)
Niggas tried to front on my little sister (Put down the gun)
[YouknowhatI'msayin we represent youknowhatI'msayin?]
[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Tony Rhome]
They tried to, tried to front on this (Put down the gun son)
[RZA respect youknowhatI'msayin? We keep it real]
Yeah, check it out y'all (put down the, put down the gun son)
[Put your guns down, throw your hands up]
It's on like that y'all word up, Iron Man comes back
[Represent, you niggas gotta shoot joints]
Yo check it
Verse One: RZA
Put away your heaters, throw up your dick beaters
Accurate blows to his nose shut his eyes closed to a centimeter
Bitches on the fences wonderin what the fuck the suspense is
I land heavy uppercuts in the corner of the park fences
Knocked his mouthpiece front teeth got locked inside my knuckle
He grabbed the belt buckle, attempt to catch me with a couple
Of low blows to the nuts, on ringside was as a giant du-els
Send your Barb for this fuckin jew On a Wire
He couldn't chessbox that's when he reached for his ahhs
Brother chopped me on the top of my knot, but he got stopped
When a twelve ounce bottle of Bartyle and James had him startled
A bitch threw it caught him in his head, at full throttle
He fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't saved by the bell
That was his ass black
So when it comes to physical combat
We can take it hand to hand or go beyond that
Do you want my gat to make the contact?
Retirin cats who lack the heart to fire back?
[We take all crabs overboard]
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