and tighter now than they probably will ever be And i'm a product of the '70's The hood got niggas on punishment, that's why they never leave If I ain
I said, were walkin away, did u hear me? You oughta Be thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THAT That's when me and
milk from the titties of llamas Leave cities in carnage Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas Maintain, maintain, maintain I pray like Gussalini Zion fists Try on
on the map, Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap How real is that, you niggas hatin on the fact, that the kid is blazin on this track and hatin on
bring the drama [Chorus] [Method Man] Damn, deficatin on the map Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap How real is that, you niggaz hatin on the fact that
chopped where they stand Singing the judge's name, dropped in the stand Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes Only buying with the couple that
me? You wanna be thankful That we ain't beefin', we're still breathin' and just leave it at that 'Cause if me and 50 and G-Unit hop back in that Bat
m a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo shit Shoot you while you're talkin, on some news camera crew shit Sicker then flying in past tense, on some
Damn, deficatin' on the map Wu-Tang takin' it back, no fakin' in the rap How real is that, you niggaz hatin' on the fact That the kid is blazin' this track and hatin' on
squeezed milk from the titties of Llamas Leave cities in carnage Prettiest farmers that pour whisky At harvest and hold 16 Guananas Maintain, maintain, maintain I pray like Gussalini Zion fists Try on
no camels20but trust me you can get hit with the llama Never cross the wrong person 'cause he might give you the karma Hear 'em clappin that, clappin that
My niggas is stronger and tighter now Than they probably will ever be And I'm a product of the '70's The hood got niggas on punishment, that's why they
. She run around some motherfuckin' dungeon, her legs loose. Until I accidently get the saw to her head, oops. Victim, victim, honey on my fifth one. Honey on that
getting extinct, you know. I can count nine-that's thirty-six legs. 9 x 4 equals 36. Here comes a baby buffalo. That's good! That's ten! And 10 x 4,
heave on the cross Is for the glory of God And now the murderer the prostitute And even the thug And average person can now be Cleansed by blood? [HOOK:] When you were on that cross
the judge's name, dropped in the stand Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes Only buying with the couple that I trust with my life Twenty
