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featuring Cam'Ron  Killa Sha  RZA 

[Cam'Ron] 
Uh  thug shit  Killa Cam  thug shit Yo  yo 
I want my steak with a funky dame 
Honey claim cash like the Money Train 
Faces of death  eatin monkey brain 
Chunky change  call it  iced out and flawless 
For all my niggas upstate with food inside the toilet 
Yo I'm like Hoffa  mixed with Sinatra 
La costa nostra  dude packed a toaster 
True motherfuckers  y'all blew it motherfuckers 
Told you how we do it, stupid motherfucker 
I chew motherfuckers, know how I do it motherfuckers 
Lay your block down when I come through it motherfuckers 
Niggaz want murders, maybe I'll call 
Ladies'll fall, yo we killin babies and all 
I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage 
Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggot 
Your mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habits 
Oh, look at they karats 

[Killa Sha] 
Paint the picture, 2-5-2 killa scripture 
Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives 
Try to survive in this frontline with mines 
Deep, but I'm in the minds of foul men 
Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash 
Kinda hard to let this good shit pass 
So I dabble in it, heads eat and killa sin it 
Ya bitch niggaz wanna get in it but can't fit it 
Many is callin, but few is chosin 
And them faggot ass niggaz thats holdin, ain't goin 
Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body 
Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break 
A warning to the fakes (true that) 
Play the dark and brought to the light 
Lift up your dress for spite 
Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights 
Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight 
Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega 
Rhyme slayer, down with the QB mayor 

[RZA] 
Clear the interference...Yo, yo, yo 
Yo, clear the interference, special guest appearnace 
Turned up a DMA fresh like Wrigley Spearmint 
Purse pincher, I'm underground like the Earth Ninja 
A bag of wet be my only mental thirst quencher 
I move slow on your mob, like The Blob 
To gobble up every square inch quarter yard 
Peach cobbler rap, Syberian panex 
Ginseng gets clacks, six-pack, battery black 
Keep on goin and goin, devil knit this sewin 
MC's on the mic are takin flight like the Boeing 
Our bitch Jamie Sommers got the hot pink Hummer 
Plus I just bought a fat loaf of bread from Wonder 
Clan expands we outnumber every grain of sand in Sudan 
Flash the Wu logo on your hand 
Cats be talkin, Bobby ain't feelin ya 
But I bet if I was peelin your cap back with a two shot Dillinger 
Hot lead released from my cylinder 
You'd be talkin bout Bobby I'm feelin ya! 
My intensity is the devil high density 
Make yourself a century in Killer Bee penitentary 
Razor blade Papermate, cut through pages 
Cough up a lung and you spit like twelve gauges 
Elohim, black gods live from Queens 
Shaolin Island has been quarantined! 

[Tragedy Khadafi] 
Yo, yo, who's responsible for the Oklahoma Bombing? 
I shot Kennedy, fleed the crime scene jogging 
Feds knew I did it still gave me a pardon 
For the way 2-5 just repped at the Garden 
Clappin D-T's and kidnapped the sargeant 
Blazin warrants, squadrons, all departments 
Sneak heat through customs, secret compartments 
Spit that mobster god shit, crime squad shit 
Cock back with ease and squeeze on my targets 
Can't be destroyed by plague or epidemic 
Cripple any society, triple O menace 
Level 48 and the Feds rockin sneakers 
Tear through y'all weak crews with heat seakers 
When we clap, bodies get rapped like fajitas 
Fowl Jesus, resurrect the crime thesis 
Platinum chain with baguette, prop the pieces 
Shorties call Khadafi, a foul papi 
Won't stop till the world immortalize Machti 
Arab-nazi, bulletproof Armani rain suits 
Skull and crossbone get blown with deuce-deuce 
I rep for bing mobsters mad at life 
Shootin videos in Sing Sing via satellite 
War tactics, with gats under the matress 
Y'all bitch niggaz playin y'all part, like an actress

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