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Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death<br />Now hoods on the right, wild for the night<br />Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what<br />Clan in da front, let your feet stomp<br />Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death<br />Hoods on the right, wild for the night<br />Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what<br /><br />---<br /><br />This goes back to nineteen..<br />Ahem, check it, yo<br />GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!<br />Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz<br />Word to the camoflouge large niggaz<br />Bitch niggaz fuckin my body<br />Bring that fuckin meth in here<br />Yo yo yo yo<br />Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain<br /><br />Verse One: Raekwon the Chef<br /><br />Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked<br />Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN<br />As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore<br />but giving you more and more, like ding!<br />Nah shorty, get you open like six packs<br />Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks<br />A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!<br />Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!<br />Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed<br />Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!<br />Shake the ground while my beats just break you down<br />Raw sound, we going to war right now<br />So, yo, bombin<br />We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments<br />Save ya breath before I bomb it<br /><br />Verse Two: Method Man<br /><br />I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward<br />I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword<br />So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?<br />Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!<br />And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow<br />I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical<br />The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do<br />I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root<br />PLO style, buddha monks with the owls<br />So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical<br />On the chessbox<br /><br />Verse Three: Inspector Deck<br /><br />Yo, yeah, yo<br />I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has<br />The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz<br />Murderous material, made by a madman<br />It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man<br />From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic<br />Representing with the skill that's iller<br />Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear<br />The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware<br />Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison<br />Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm!<br />Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode<br />Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode<br /><br />Verse Four: Ghostface Killer<br /><br />Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst<br />I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that<br />Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock<br />I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!<br />I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic<br />Flashback's how I attacked your whole project<br />I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die<br />My seed'll be ill like me<br />Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck<br />I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'<br />So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage<br />Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave<br /><br />Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA<br /><br />Yo<br />Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels<br />While the meth got me open like falopian tubes<br />I bring death to a snake when he least expect<br />Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck<br />Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal<br />Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel<br />Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil<br />The pencil, I break strong winds up against your<br />Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick<br />Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics<br /><br />Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard<br /><br />Are you, uh, ah, uh<br />Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah<br />The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH<br />Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists<br />Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! <br />Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves<br />Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb<br />I got funky fresh, like the old specialist<br />A carrier, messenger, bury ya<br />This experience is for the whole experience<br />Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE<br /><br />Verse Seven: Genius/GZA<br /><br />My my my<br />My Clan is thick like plaster<br />Bust ya, slash ya<br />Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer<br />Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er<br />I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla<br />I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock<br />Like getting smashed by a cinder block<br />Blaow! Now it's all over<br />Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons<br />orange stars and green clovers
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Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death<br />Now hoods on the right, wild for the night<br />Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what<br />Clan in da front, let your feet stomp<br />Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death<br />Hoods on the right, wild for the night<br />Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what<br /><br />---<br /><br />This goes back to nineteen..<br />Ahem, check it, yo<br />GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!<br />Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz<br />Word to the camoflouge large niggaz<br />Bitch niggaz fuckin my body<br />Bring that fuckin meth in here<br />Yo yo yo yo<br />Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain<br /><br />Verse One: Raekwon the Chef<br /><br />Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked<br />Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN<br />As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore<br />but giving you more and more, like ding!<br />Nah shorty, get you open like six packs<br />Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks<br />A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!<br />Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!<br />Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed<br />Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!<br />Shake the ground while my beats just break you down<br />Raw sound, we going to war right now<br />So, yo, bombin<br />We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments<br />Save ya breath before I bomb it<br /><br />Verse Two: Method Man<br /><br />I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward<br />I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword<br />So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?<br />Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!<br />And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow<br />I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical<br />The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do<br />I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root<br />PLO style, buddha monks with the owls<br />So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical<br />On the chessbox<br /><br />Verse Three: Inspector Deck<br /><br />Yo, yeah, yo<br />I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has<br />The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz<br />Murderous material, made by a madman<br />It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man<br />From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic<br />Representing with the skill that's iller<br />Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear<br />The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware<br />Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison<br />Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm!<br />Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode<br />Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode<br /><br />Verse Four: Ghostface Killer<br /><br />Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst<br />I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that<br />Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock<br />I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!<br />I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic<br />Flashback's how I attacked your whole project<br />I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die<br />My seed'll be ill like me<br />Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck<br />I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'<br />So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage<br />Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave<br /><br />Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA<br /><br />Yo<br />Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels<br />While the meth got me open like falopian tubes<br />I bring death to a snake when he least expect<br />Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck<br />Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal<br />Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel<br />Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil<br />The pencil, I break strong winds up against your<br />Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick<br />Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics<br /><br />Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard<br /><br />Are you, uh, ah, uh<br />Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah<br />The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH<br />Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists<br />Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! <br />Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves<br />Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb<br />I got funky fresh, like the old specialist<br />A carrier, messenger, bury ya<br />This experience is for the whole experience<br />Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE<br /><br />Verse Seven: Genius/GZA<br /><br />My my my<br />My Clan is thick like plaster<br />Bust ya, slash ya<br />Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer<br />Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er<br />I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla<br />I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock<br />Like getting smashed by a cinder block<br />Blaow! Now it's all over<br />Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons<br />orange stars and green clovers
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