Wu-Tang Clan - Conditioner

ODB + Snoop
Yeah
Huh, huh
Yeah
Fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that...
Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherfkin bullets for and s**t
Knowhatimsayin?
I feel you my nigg*
Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, s**t like that
I'm diggin it
girls you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigg* up
Knowhatimsayin?
Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin?
Tired of takin motherfking bullets for and s**t Catchin
45s, being chased by the government, s**t like that
I'm diggin it
girls you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigg* up
Knowhatimsayin ?

ODB: HOOK
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur... 4X

Snoop
Yeah, yeah
Wu-Tang Clan
Big Snoop D O double G
Somethin for the 2000

ODB
Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita
fk that nigg*, when it come to the heater
Be the elevator, p*ssy eater
Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator
Hit a nigg* later, he got to vacate 'em
Old Dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash
Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red
Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated
For 29 years, no educated
High caded, cuz you kept it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what
All you I'm puttin you in your place

HOOK with Snoop's "say what" at end of amateur...

Snoop
Mr. No-Meaner, p*ssy ho-beater
I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin with my vita
Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em
Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em
This negro right here pimps hoes
I smoke so much dope I have ya blood at the nose
Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose
It just so happens I'm the nigg* that she chose
I flows above the rest, mos' def'
Got you shakin yo' ass, and you throwin up yo' set
Whatever you do, you keepin it true
Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew
Oooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfker
Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckers
It's a dog day afternoon
The Clan go bang, and the bang go boom
How you love it, how you like it, and how you get it
Do that d*mn thing and quit buills**ttin wit it
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur (say what)
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur

HOOK

Snoop
yeah, yeah...

BEAT SWITCH

Gza
Yeah, pump that s**t, testin
Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes y'all, to my y'all
To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all
Wu-Tang bangin' that dope s**t y'all
That make you wanna roll up and smoke s**t y'all
To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all
On my flow y'all don't know y'all
You see my style calm but wild
You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes
The eightball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck emcees whether I'm last or first
What, what, what, what, hazardous dart
Visual long forgotten art
That fell apart, til the blood ran from the heart
Pump through the street, Rza make re-break beats
Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank
Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank
Wu rollin, throwin the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military clothin'
Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies
My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of, science from experts
Self applyin, that put giants in the network
The compact disc and televised live cults
Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide note
Yes, what, what

Deck
Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
You keep on, til the break o dawn
Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock

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