The W chords by Wu-Tang Clan
Verse 1
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I grew
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up around
block parties ready to rock
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Behind the rope nigga with
my rhymes on cock
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The verse shot first nigga
who had shit to pop
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A bad weather blow the feathers
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off a hundred flocks
With 70% goose, 30 ducked,
get stuck
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And each link in your chain is trucked
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No ends in this rhyme cipher
with nine snipers
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Charge of the kiss from
the Pied Piper
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I live around DJ's,
b- boys, MC's
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Through rap never thinkin'
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+Airways+ are TVs
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It was strictly all about magni
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ficant rhyme clout
+Rec Room+, 2 dollars with the
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flyer as we would doubt
Now his wigs pushed back
Name scratched off the plaque,
too wild to re- enact
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(Yo)
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Got to check out +The W+, got
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to check out-
- +The W+
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Got to check out +The W+, got
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to check out- - +The W+
MC's have the right
to remain silent
Everything you say can and will be used
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against y'all muh'fuckers
And Mef can only trust ya
as far as I can see ya
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Me need ya? That'll be
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the. day, ya busta
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It gets no rougher when,
me and my comrades rush ya
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Like red heat with hammers and sickles
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I milk like ya baby mama's nipples,
got issues
It's just us, so what's what
if any can touch us
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Then lord strike me down
where I stand at now
Wit this bottle of Remy,
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gettin' fucked up child, listen
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The most notable MC,
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ya source for hip hop quotable MC
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Of course it's Tic al!
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The Princess, the Pope, incest, dope
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Choke you by the throat,
the chrome handle smoke
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The man not for joke,
we all out for broke
Plus the herbal that I tote,
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the murder that I wrote
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You can 't do me none,
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my Uzi weighs a ton
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I'm comin' from the slum,
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Wu is number one
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I stumbled on the drum,
the Gods are troublesome
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+Rumble+ when we come, boy you bet ter
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+Run+, +Run+
Aiyo, it's like this jumpin'
out of golden whips
Flashin' mega bricks, outfits,
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rock ridiculous whips, bitch
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Wavy hair, men of the year,
bent in the stairs
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Sick winter gear, been on position is where
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Call him an Asiatic God- body,
+Longevity+
Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped
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Swing through the hood calmly
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Yo what up? Staten Island,
Bush, George
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Dust shut shit off, whips spin off
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Get off, slips, which, wiz
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Mind di- tects mines,
lines lick sick nines
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Pick wines, lift up, bill a nigga six flies
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Dip wide, dress my shit up,
fuck six times, wish mine
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Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines
Outro 1
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The W
Wu-Tang Clan
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