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    Wu-Tang Clan

    Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)

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    Добавлена 2 марта 2007 пользователем AND1

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    [INS]
    Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you
    All the way from the slums of Shaolin
    Special uninvited guests
    Came in through the back door
    Ladies and gentlemen, it's them!
    Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances
    Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras
    Takin it straight to Big Man On Campus
    Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas
    Scandalous, made the metro panic
    Cause static, with or without the automatic
    And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it
    It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard
    [Raekwon]
    Ayo, ayo
    Waves is spinnin, blades is spinnin
    Slay em in the eighth inning
    Stay truck, god stay playin linen
    Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that
    Mink jeans on, seen where the real at
    2000 zitos, movin wit a ill ego
    For real, for real, ill lines, ill people
    Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians
    Pollyin deals, monopoly and bills
    Y'all niggas lyin
    Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach
    Go broke, all seen, done it
    Words from the heavy set
    If I don't eat, then we already met
    Fly ass bro, liver than coke
    [Meth]
    Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill?
    Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill
    Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell
    Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell
    Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video
    9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial
    Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals
    Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital
    Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen
    My sword got a jones, more heads for the severing
    Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw ya ones in
    Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in
    [Masta Killa]
    That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto Rico
    Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko
    My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow
    Blowin the nozzle, hear it whistle
    One in the head, this is code red, man for dead
    X amount of lead spray from the barrel
    Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll
    Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit
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