Key: D minor
Verse 1
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The Wu- Tang slang is
mad dangerous
(Yo, yo) the Wu- Tang slang
is mad dangerous
Verse 2
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Champagne nights on
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Around the time I was
Stark stayed in Claiborne
drawers
Dickin' bitches down they
man come through
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Damn near kissed the ground jumping out
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Dm
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of big shit with Benneton pajamas on
Line my soldiers up,
Should've been Italian how I'm
getting that Parmesan
Talkin' bout the ones you keep
putting those commas on
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And I'ma keep hope alive
Cause mad lil' niggas look
Breaking dawn blunted,
they see the C- cyphers then bounce
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Please God, you see Ray yo tell 'em I say
I was in the East, a nigga died,
but cut off his dreads
Do my prayers around 1 o'clock
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Plus I gotta pick up these gems
Cause it's going down
You know how I do, son
Nugget stones with the blue ones
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Am
And coming with me is a few guns
Verse 3
You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in
Bet against me, you own a hat where
your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again (the Wu- Tang
slang is mad dangerous)
Am
gettin' rid of 'em (the Wu- Tang slang is mad dangerous)
You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in
Bet against me, you own a hat where your
fuckin' head can't fit up in
Verse 4
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I could hop on a track, relax,
then remain speechless
Peep this, I closed down
the kid's store
Bought thousand dollar sneakers
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Am
Bought a dozen pair with 'em,
back like Reggie Hudlin
From New York City to Philly
to Los Angeles
The Wu- Tang slang is mad
dangerous
You can't out think the RZA, nigga
I go from A to Zinc
And yeah I got that iron just
in case the Emcee think
He can take it to the streets then watch
his ass become extinct
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Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
Verse 5
was five hundred
That log cabin syrup on them flapjacks
took it to sky hundred
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insulin
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Brought it back down now everything is official- in,
like Michelin
Counting bread like Maserati Rick
out in Michigan
And all my old girlfriends are
jumping on my dick again
Verse 6
gettin' rid of 'em
Bet against me, you own a hat where
your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again (the Wu-
Tang slang is mad dangerous)
Am
gettin' rid of 'em (the Wu- Tang slang is mad dangerous)
You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in
Bet against me, you own a hat where your fuckin'
Outro 1
head can't fit up in
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