Careful lyrics
[rza]
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son? Damn.. nigga got fucked, shit, huh?! By his back, watch nigga run Seven the center of your eight point sun Hold tight grip on the +god-u..now+ you best be careful! Can't dodge two (??) aimed at your domepiece +father-u-c-king+ police!! [u-god] Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum [masta killa] Yo rae it's been a long time son since we bust Gunclap +glaciers+, ran the world and snatched paper Return to the 36th chamber Proceed with caution as you enter We have an a.p.b., on an mc killer Looks like the work of a masta!! [cappadonna] Yo somethin in the street went, bang bang Makin it hard for you to do your thang thang Somethin in the street went, bang bang.. Up in the boss game wildin, money for grabs I ain't fuckin with crabs, out of state copped two labs Hopped two cabs, back on the ave. Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dough rehab Tryin to re-up, keep my feet up Snake niggaz in the cut, hold the product Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust Niggaz you can't trust, dealin with lust Seen him at the ballgames with james Somethin in the street went, bang bang Makin it hard for you to do your thang thang Somethin in the street went, bang bang Makin it hard for you to do your thang thang [ghostface killah] Somethin in the hole went {click click} The boxcutter went {click click} Somethin in the hole went {click click} The boxcutter went {click click} These are the bones, bones from the grave of houdini G-deini, razoni noodles sprinkled on your embry' Climb like the deficit, profits, death threats To israel slid through bethlehem bong on one wheel Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's Granddaddy caddy was coppin 6 g's Begosh all that oshkosh jumpers Pink champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall bumpers [u-god] These (??) camera guys, cause, turn your eyes Sweat on the hammer fly, ways, of the samurai Newsflash bulletin, gods on the prowl We full again, ruff men scuff timbs Sonic bionic lens, rza console Is it bush or the dole, front row of the superbowl Black gold in my soul, on a hoe stroll Don't go boy you on parole you don't know? [inspectah deck] Someone in the back went, clack clack Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack clack Someone in the back went, clack clack Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack clack Made 'em throw they hands up, but then lay flat Rat pack eat up, the average alley cat Prepare for the impact when we contact Known to drop backs that crack your hard hat Must i show and prove, trust i, bust i Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the buggy-i benz Who contends, wu like the superfriends Who's your rhymin hero? wu-tang rules again Someone in the back went, clack clack Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack clack Someone in the back went, clack clack Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack clack [cappadonna] Yo somethin in the street went, bang bang Makin it hard for you to do your thang thang Somethin in the street went, bang bang.. [ghostface killah] Somethin in the hole went {click click} The boxcutter went {click click} Somethin in the hole went {click click} The boxcutter went {click click} [u-god] Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum
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