Duck Seazon chords by Wu-Tang Clan
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Intro 1
(A minor)
(G sharp minor)
(A minor)
(G sharp minor) (G sharp minor)
Verse 1
Yo, my (A minor)
team be bellyaching hungry (A minor) nig gas on the swarm again
Pirahna niggas bite dick,
yo Son, it's on again
(G sharp minor) What up, he made a move, try to assist it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be
a pawn but I'm a bishop
(A minor) Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure god, what,
flow on the track, flip the obstacle
(G sharp minor) Now my proposal rips the global
From California to courts,
it's over God so, taste the soul food
Re (A minor) member baggy jeans,
the Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But (G sharp minor) guess what,
my Wally's got messed up
Autograph pressed up what,
blessed enough to blow your rest up
(A minor) We scrape that, Land O' Lake that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens
who bent that
Flash (G sharp minor) medallions like Italians,
la costra nostra
We movin through your hood like
we supposed ta, (A minor) flexin'
Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement
So keep the bust the gun Boo
Like that bad ass bitch in
Dead Presidents
(G sharp minor) Add on, the billboard sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick award
It's like jail, and it's the sixth floor
(A minor) Test me, floating in the S.E.,
now let's see
Half of y'all niggas built your vine
from my stress tree (G sharp minor)
Faggots, homos, yo,
my flavor liver than adobo
Stay militant kid, twist ya like bolo
(A minor) You fucking idiot,
playing with my Clan but you be fearin' it
Fake one, I'm guaranteed to
make you take (G sharp minor) one
Please, y'all niggas
money's gettin' low
But could you come back though,
set up shop, and get the fat glow?
(A minor) Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, link up with us,
or put your shield down (G sharp minor)
Faggot (bitch), you fuck around
punk (seven fifteen)
We battle for cream (G sharp minor) nigga
You (A minor) want a pound
Verse 2
crab? Nah
let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm
with these pointy ass rings (G sharp minor)
No more said,
knew your chump ass was dead
When I saw the four four reflecting
off your shiny forehead
(A minor) It's Wu- Tang nigga,
ain't nuttin' changed nigga
Still shame on a nigga,
who tried to run game
Your (G sharp minor) version of perversion,
fuckin bitches on Persian rugs
Washin niggas like detergent,
it's the surgeon
Slugs propels (A minor) from Bobby
Steele's 12 gauge
Front page, "Daily Chronicle" reads
"Hell up in Gotham,
take heed and protect yo' seeds"
(G sharp minor) You fall like autumn leaves,
you lack tranquility
In your rap utilities,
to fuck with the abilities
Race like a (A minor) sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like
a rotary phone
Ancient poems and poetry,
(G sharp minor) old sloans
Explosive head bullets,
black hooded
Timberland footed ninjas, who
full metal jacket clips
And know how (A minor) to put it in you
Surrender your goods
and your merchandise
For no purchase price, I'm certainly a heist
For your ice (G sharp minor) and curtains
and vice
Come quietly,
Wu- Tang Clan rules society
Because of variety,
so maintain your (A minor) high anxiety
And lead them to defy me, diary, ya Irie?
I need (G sharp minor) 18 points for my next joint,
this high annointed king
To make a deal, I be the one to appoint
Steve (A minor) Rifkind must have been sniffin'
To catch somethin so dope,
it left Monica Lynch pussy drippin'
(G sharp minor) I fuck hundreds of bitches,
and split millions of dollars
And built with thousands of scholars
My life saga from the (A minor) hill to the harbor
Legal kid brown in Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's, thieves
and bank robbers
We drove (G sharp minor) ex pensive whips
and took worldwide trips
And my dick's been sucked
by the finest lips (G sharp minor)
Fancy (A minor) delicatessens, and
the world's best refreshment
But none of the above compare
to the one- twenty lessons
Or (G sharp minor) my queen and my seeds,
in the home that I rest in
Verse 3
Enter my zone get blown to 99 sections
(G sharp minor) This rhyme (A minor) has no limitations,
this time there's no (A minor) hesitation
Collecting minds at the door,
you (G sharp minor) want it niggas it's yours (G sharp minor)
The flavors raw,
what the fuck you think I'm flow (G sharp minor) ing for
It's rhyme and reason, bite the (A minor) bullet
(A minor) Niggas is foul (A minor) and it's duck season
We at odds 'til we even motherfucker
(G sharp minor) Bad asses, high times, lower classes
Taste mine, straight shots
in dirty glasses (G sharp minor)
(A minor) Bring it to him, room service,
under pressure
And mad nervy,
wavin guns at the clergy (G sharp minor)
Ticallion, we ain't worried
Keep them sick niggas
seven- thirty (G sharp minor)
Picture this, watch the birdy
(A minor) These bastards is Ol an
d Dirty (A minor)
With sharp pins that be stabbing you
Pins and needles, needles and pins
(G sharp minor) Nuff said, dick in your mouth
like (G sharp minor) Tempest (G sharp minor) Bled'
As I race (G sharp minor) track with thoroughbreds,
duck (G sharp minor) in the feds
(A minor) Yo, my
Verse 4
ice look fly up on
the keyboard son
Niggas ran up on me law,
praising what we do by the lord (G sharp minor) s
That's right, exile the fake,
hit them niggas like (G sharp minor) weight
Feed 'em food, let the fake evaporate
Recon (A minor) struction, that's the whole science on my,
production
Y'all niggas guess who stuck son,
left his nut (G sharp minor) s hungs
Switch, finger itch,
starin' at you like a bitch
Maybe y'all niggas snitched
(G sharp minor) Youse (A minor) a loner, Adidas shell top while I
Sip a Corona, read the Robb Report,
then bone her
(G sharp minor) Buy you some jewels, here's some food
Not necessarily mean (E major) to be (G sharp minor) rude boo,
check out the ana (A minor) loo
We in the mushrooms,
chased the high neck in the custom
Baggy jeans, thick ropes god,
sliding through custom (G sharp minor) s
Chill, y'all niggas know what time it is
James Bond (E major) Beamers behind
me on (G sharp minor) Bacardi Limon
Check out the (A minor) pitch like Nolan Ryan
He caught a slug for lyin'
Yeah you was lyin',
where's the cash, cryin'
Militia, (G sharp minor) rollin' in position
Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian
Lex retali' back whistlin' fake fucks
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