Текст песни Wu-Tang Clan - 16th Chamber (ODB Special)

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Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Wu-Tang Clan
Альбом: 8 Diagrams
Длительность: 02:45
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Somebody said its on, if it is then Ill be set To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan I be comin, for that headpiece you cant cope For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat My peoples are you with me where you at? Shits gettin deep in here, I mean like thick Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick Its about to hit the fan, hit the flo Thats all I can stands, and I cant stands no mo What is it? Niggaz think they bigga Because they got the finga on the trigga of a biscuit They dont know Im wicked, when I start to kick it With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice But he dont want the hassle Thought they trying to overthrow the castle Better yet the temple, Im comin to your town Black down, the rental, car, the pistol YAH! If you dont want a burn from glock Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what, the buck stops Here, no more dough will be made Unless its being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh [Interlude: Raekwon (Method Man)] Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four Temple number nine, temple number nine [Ol Dirty Bastard] Im the original G-O-D Making young ladies scream is my specialty when I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get hype From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped When I kill, that ol mad rugged flow Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of disco Or a disco duck, Im strictly hip hop Yo, Ason, whats up? I cant stop... Wu-Tanging, flipping the script and You could test my skills, but niggaz must be trippin Coked up from sniffin, youre the one whos riffin Im not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz youre slippin While you sleep I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen As I, jump on stage, cold flip a rip a show Strip or rip a hoe, ready like Bo Jackson while Im still taxin, Im maxin Relaxin, sittin backs and, laying tracks and Again and again when I rock this jam I wanna see em up in the air, throw up your hand Introducin, the one-man band A child thats wild, now with the style, couldnt stand Niggaz wanna jump, then stepped, to the center Of the rhyme inventor, MC tormentor You get jacked and slapped, across the MC map I laugh at ya ass, on a horse shack Come on through I black and blue your whole crew Then I get rudie with the Hong Kong Phooey The Ol Dirty Bastard, MC killer Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style That I lay down like tile Gotta hit you up, one blaow, so you better come down...
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