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    f/ Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah, Kool G. Rap

    * cut from the final release

    [Ghostface Killah]
    Yea, yea
    It's like rap pa', huh? What?
    Y'all bitch-ass niggas, what? What?
    Leave a mark on your face, duke
    Word, uh-huh, you fake fucks
    Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..

    I bathe in a tub of guns, dry off with the clips
    Now I'm automatic Jack, that's what I've become
    Gangsta lean leanin, peach cobbler pockets fit the gram cracker
    Outfit you still Dream of Jeanie in
    Kings, stay 'greein, nightly prince Of Egypt
    Plenty of days I read up, skiied up, whips all beat up
    7:30, the sky is fallin, the most of this dyed with dirty urines
    It's the dark-skinned Kris Kringle
    Crisp bangle material, boggle minds how I popped up in your cereal
    Rocks the eagle beat with the rocks pushed in
    Pediatric wildin, grippin the floors like cushion
    Samuel Jackson, Action Jackson, Mike Jackson, Staten
    Dusthead niggas that'll have you laugh, you call
    Quicker, and we brawl in big arenas, G&C
    Catch me in the spot with a guillotine

    [Hook x2: Ghostface Killah]
    In the back of the church, my book be the Book of Life
    Donated nothin, hit the preacher wife
    This go to all real niggas that be shootin dice
    Stashin ya cracks and maggots stick to me in life

    [Kool G. Rap]
    Eh-yo we pot of soil, shot our nines of chrome
    Just watch how many minds get blown
    When I cock mines behind your dome
    They gon' find your bones
    With your top popped behind your home
    Havin a stumb' runnin to find ya phone
    B.G.F. and when we the kind to roam
    Roll through ya hood and we shine the stones
    Blind every dime in the zone
    Shit on every line in the poem
    And drop a jewel like a diamond in Rol'
    B.G.F. war ones, let the fours dump in the forefront with your horse ones
    Your body found inside of a Ford trunk, smellin like four skunks
    Blast up and cut into four chunks
    Shot down and not found for four months
    Who playin outfield without a chest shield?
    Wanna move? Choose ya weapon of steel
    Nigga we 'bout reppin for real
    Only take a second to peel
    Should've known there was a Tec in the deal, nigga

    [Interlude]
    Yo man, you spoke to that dude about that situation?
    - Yeah man, everything's straight, everything's cool, man
    I made the connection
    Yo man, I hope it ain't no Ohkeedoke, man
    I won't have no bullshit
    - Once he touch down, everything will be cool
    You hear me, mothafucka?

    {*beat changes*

    [Cappadonna]
    Yo yo, what up? What up?
    W.T.C. in the battery, Da Beatminerz
    Shaolin, Brooklyn
    Yo

    The heat's still risin, y'all gon' get it
    It's me with the fitted, chain hangin
    With the flossy knitted, comin back for all y'all niggas that shitted
    Off the vacation, God-U-Nation's inside the gat truck
    I don't give a fuck, Killa Bees merge with the MC's for life
    Nigga night out, ladies too, floss too much
    It's time to jump you, live on the avenue
    The fly Gucci's, I could never sweat y'all hoochies
    Pillage for life, we don't have to shine
    Wu-Tang in the cut, we all engaged with it
    Don't never get stuck, Beatminerz got the permit
    Jail niggas keep food in the toilet
    I can't call it, three months on the bus
    No God-degree, W.T.C, we ain't changed a bit
    Dirty in the beast but we still thick

    {*explosion, followed by glass shattering*

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