Wyld In Da Club chords by Raekwon
Verse 1
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[Intro: P.C.]
Don't take it per- son- al..
it's only mu- sic
Holla at me.. yo! Yo!
Ice Water! Yo.. yo.
Verse 2
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[P.C.]
Try me, P.C.'ll put a clip in a nigga
Fuck a hole,
my bullets'll dig a ditch in a nigga
Listen, I've been reppin',
only pack big weapons
One shot to the stomach,
you missin' ya midsection
I'm off the wall, dog,
I could off ya balls
Stick his ass to the rooftop,
toss 'em off
Hit the Ave with the rooftop off the porch
I get money 'cause it costs to floss,
nigga you feelin' me?
And if not then fuck what you gotta
deal with me
I've only been here for a minute but
haters want to get rid of me
P.C. creep with at least three heats
And a shotgun stashed underneath
the backseats
Verse 3
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[Stumic] Niggas
actin' like you
don't feel a draft
You seen ya man? Tell him I'ma
kill his ass
And I don't,
want to talk I want a mill in cash
I come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill
in the past
'cause it's the, Ice Water,
don't get it confused
And one false move'll cause
me to spit at you dudes
It's Stumic, motherfucker and
I'm pickin' ya food
And ain't no one out you know
that my niggas'll do you
Let's spit on 'em, rush
these niggas
and crush several fuckin',
will leave a dent out ya liver
Only kid in the hood with
a mustard ninja
Heard you broke down good,
well I fucked ya sister
Verse 4
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[Chorus 2X: Stumic] Eh yo
we Wyld in Da Club, style in the club
F
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This is for my niggas
gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down
rounds in the club
Talk slick and get the four pound
in ya mug
Verse 5
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[Break: Polite singing]
Yo I keep my gun on me,
what the fuck why'all want from me?
why'all touch my property somebody gon' die,
uh- huh
This ain't no joke, it's for real
My niggas they totin' they steel
All it takes a phone call and
they ready to ride
Get ready to die
Verse 6
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[Polite] Eh yo
the cards are dealt,
the words are spoken
Nigga, welcome to the Hell,
the gates is open (uh- huh)
Gatekeeper, first degree murder
through the speaker
Who deep enough to flow
with the reaper?
Stuck in the middle, I spit a little riddle
Leavin' niggas crippled,
my niggas ball 'em like Kerry Kittles
You niggas makin' it hard,
it's really kinda simple
If a nigga gotta pull it out
I'm puttin' it in ya temple
[Ultra] Official I do this, rude maneuver
Verse 7
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I use
the Rugers to keep the bullets
movin' through ya
Weak anatomy,
fuck the small talk and flattery
Ya power is weak,
to beef you need much more batteries
Keep it genetic,
or dead it, Ice Water Inc. we said it
Whoever so- called did it or said it,
promote it and spread it
Fake it or front it,
get ambushed and confronted
With slugs in ya head, back,
chest and stomach
Niggas don't want it or ask for
it, so we give it to 'em
Dead in the club and let them things spit
and rip through 'em dead in the club
Is you gon' fuck around and be the nigga
dead in the club?
(Yeah? Uh- huh..)
[Chorus 2X] [Raekwon]
Verse 8
Egyptian look, gazelles on, L's lit,
E
this how it's goin' down
Ski mask, Chanel shit,
move like a terrorist click
Nineteen eighties babies, worldwide,
ya girl on our dick
All you know is Rae look good,
he hood
Envision the flips, I make money like
them niggas who take money
Fresh out the can, Duran look, Astro van
The ill Castro, rap Son of Sam
More Rugers, more bow and arrows
Still no losers, forty five dollars ahead
Go at niggas shootin' lyrical leads
Stop absorbin, break shit,
knock that gay shit out ya head
Outro 1
[Chorus 2X]
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Wyld In Da Club
Raekwon
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