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