Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Forever
Little Ghetto Boys
(featuring CappaDonna)
[Raekwon (RZA) {Ghostface Killah}]
Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within
(Word up, niggaz is stupid)
*Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops*
Yo it was on last year son
(Huh? Fuck them cops)
Word
{Scrape them niggaz}
Niggaz want two hundred grand over the table
{Like this}
That shit looks pretty
(Yo)
{I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind}
think they could come, that they could fuck wit this Dunn}
Pass the weed off man
(Yo, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck)
Mics was crystal, erythang
(Other Mexicans knew every fuckin word to your shit nigga)
*Hey yo you got a light?*
*Excuse me can you put that out please?*
*Oh shit, jiggy*
For what? For what?
*Could you please put that out?*
For what? I ain't puttin..
*Put the shit out now!*
I ain't puttin shit out!!
*UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!
UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!!*
(The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch!)
Slap fire out!
*Oh no no no no no no no*
Get your shit right
*Get what?*
[Raekwon]
We gonna swerve on these niggaz one time that's my word
That's comin from Louis Rich
Baggin, you know what time it is, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago
What up with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go
Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear
Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year
You be runnin with them outsiders
That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders
Your mack is big, got a little crib, yo
You think that shit gon live what he did (what this nigga said)
Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up
Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter
It got back to me, some niggaz in Medina askin me
"You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class splashin me?"
Yo that shit you had in Vegas
Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac
Know this traitor
Hair salons, readin shorty like Qur'an
Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on
Octavia with all the ice on, yo
She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life
Marry a son who got baked, it coulda been
For a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her
Shit is fucked up where they got us yo
She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown
(...face responsiblity)
She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown
Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street
[CappaDonna]
Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong
Talk what you talk but twist the real song
When it comes down to this let a licensed driver
Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver
This is not a act this is more actual fact
Nuttin but experience placed upon track
With the true sound, not lyin out the crown
When we not workin we hardly be around
Yeah see the light, right now we could fight
You not a real brother you just a fake type
That get on the mic then throw your cliche
Half the East coast soundin just like Rae
If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow
If you not a part of this kid act like you know
Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great
Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state
I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you
If you want some then stop frontin is the issue
It's my turn, live niggaz could pass
Two faceded rappers push they shit last
Straight off the edge, into the rubbish
Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet
I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published
What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?
Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street
What you gonna do when you grow up...
What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?
Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street
What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?
One is invulnerable, in fact it involves strenuous breath control
Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult
The human body has a 108 pressure points
36 of these can be fatal
The remainder, paralyzing
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