Wu-Tang Clan - Little Ghetto Boys
Raekwon Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within
Rakeem Word up, is stupid
Cappa Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops
Raekwon Yo it was on last year Son
Rakeem Huh? fck them cops
Ghost Word
Raekwon Scr*pe them
Raekwon want two hundred grand over the table
Ghost Like this
Raekwon That s**t looks pretty
Rakeem Yo
Ghost I don't know what the fk made em in they own mind
Raekwon Pass the weed off man *inhale*
Ghost think they could come f, they could fk wit this Dunn
Rakeem Yo G, the Mexican is definitely buggin the fk
*cop's walkie talkie is heard*
Raekwon Mike's was crystal, erythang
Rakeem other Mexicans be all the fk up on your s**t nigg*
*cop's walkie talkie still babbling*
Method Aiyyo you got a light?
THE PIG Excuse me can you put that out please?
Method Oh s**t
Raekwon For what? For what?
Method Jiggy
THE PIG Could you please put that out?
Raekwon For what? I ain't puttin..
THE PIG Put the s**t out now!
Raekwon I ain't puttin s**t out!!
THE PIG UP AGAINST THE fkin WALL!
*everything gets chaotic*
THE PIG UP AGAINST THE fkin WALL!!!
Rakeem The fkin b*tch? Get that b*tch!
Raekwon Slap fire out!
THE PIG Oh no no no no no no no
Raekwon Get your s**t right
THE PIG Get what?
Raekwon We gonna swerve on these one time that's my word
*music fades in*
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility"
Raekwon That's comin from Louis Rich
Raekwon Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago
Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that b*tch go
Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear
nigg* save that, the same s**t you had it last year
You be runnin with them outsiders
That s**t is fked up yo, we never turn to d*ck riders
Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo
You think that s**t gon live what he did -- what this nigg* said
Remember when his mans got there, the whole s**t was set up
Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter
It got back to me some in Medina askin me
"You know some in the gold E-Class," splash to me
Yo that s**t you had in Vegas
Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor
Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan
Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on
Octavia with all the ice on, yo
She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life
Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been
for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her
s**t is fked up when they got us yo
She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown
"..face responsiblity"
She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street"
Verse Two: CappaDonna
Yo all of y'all got the whole story wrong
Talk what you talk but twist the real song
When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver
Show y'all whose style is more liver
This is not a act this is more actual fact
Nuttin but experience placed upon track
with the true sound, not lyin out the crown
When we not workin we hardly be around
Yeah see the light, right now we could fight
You not a real brother you just a fake type
that get on the mic then, throw your cliche
Half the East coast soundin just like Rae
If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow
If you not a part of this kid act like you know
fk the studio, Cappachino the great
Fly cherry head like planes out of state
I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you
If you want some then stop frontin is the issue
It's my turn, live could pass
Two-face-ted rappers push they s**t last
Straight off the edge, into the rubbish
Peep my new style fk Cristal and Moet
I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up..."
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
*35 seconds of instrumental pass until the martial arts samples*
One is invulnerable, in fact
it involves strenuous breath control
Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult
The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points
Thirty-six of these can be fatal
The remainder, paralyzing
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