The W RZA

[Hook: woman]
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
[RZA]
Double barrel shotgun, pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in Fordham
This dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him
I blown ya, you need a blood donor
My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia
Laundry mat hoes, who bought clothes?
I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman
Play the face, but like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction?
[Shacronz]
Come on, let's cut the crap, money
I've been gettin' this rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money
Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, ya'll make me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass
These lazy ass, lazy -- fuck you! Pay me cash
My crazy path will motor me into a Mercedes class