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Yo, there's a rumor, that an inmate heard

Salesman hiring, a convict of murder

Bodyguard, who used to do physical fitness

His business, is catching to terrifying the witness

In the gym is where he gained his powers

Boss was the pizzeria owner that rolled flower

A made man, felt good to be made

Turned murderer, extremely quick to upgrade

But he still baked pies, and his cake would rise

Like his enemy, he watched to take dives

Allies, would retaliate the least

Even the score, had a thousand guns, they would calibrate

He sort of loss and double crossed, moved on them

Swiftly, if worlds away, sit and shuttle off

Horror in the 'Ville, without the Amity

Scars upon the grill of your friends family

Workers utilized and brutalized

Informats scrutinized and crucified

Wakes firebombed, functions shot up

The jakes was not alarmed to damage the product


Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT, Clansman

With the sword that'll blow up a van

When them peoples come, blow right past, mind your business

I don't know nothing, they found his ho in the trash

Barbeque wings, blings for my niggas that's true kings

Sit up in the crib, catch supper and screw fiends

Yeah, watching me, next time, scotch me

I drink Crystal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler

On wax, no 'dacks, just water, a doorag on

I scratch waves, saying 'niggas is trash'

Yo, learn how to write, beware, I pull up, he here

I should of known, I had a clone, see weird

Niggas'll get hurt, merked, dropped off in a new turf

Trunk full of Siamese rats and gnats, yo

I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches with big tits

Five hundred shoe game switch

Shake that shake, I bake, I live in estate

That kill niggas over grits and steak

You might get smacked with a mack eleven, or run off the road

Or shot in McDonald's for fronting with fake niggas

[Killah Priest]

Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Wall Street sixteen

Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is supreme

Ferociously, I rank general, a world's above self

Conspicious, crime make me grab the nine off the shelf

The dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the Phoenix with Jane

Juggling cracks or playing with ninas

The law of the streets, gangsta crave the beef to feast

Fiends with plates and snake wanna eat

Gazed at the spectacular rapper, niggas is Dracula

Rap tours, Priest the hood ambassador

Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never worry me

Plots to my death, mic jack conspiracy

Lyrically, I'm only afraid of my own ability

Words that shape into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls

Bringing down the mall, I ring around the store

Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our face

Hammers on our waist, cameras out in space

The nickel plate, fake armor, will harm ya'll snakes

Raekwon и Killah Priest - Wu Crime – текст

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