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Wu-Tang Clan( Wu Tang Clan )
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Cash Still Rules / Scary Hours (Still Don't Nothing Move but the Money)
Shake them niggaz Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz to Queens Guess jeans, she charged thirty-five beans
Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition What up, Corleone smoke the bone, Tone phone me What up he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only
Grady with the gray beard, transport for him Rockin' Nike at? Rastafarian burg, pipin' that Switchin' Benz's, ten carat nigga with gold lenses Frontin' like he's sittin' on a lump, he's sittin' on junk
You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks
Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer
He's a slave cop, behave pop Blue suits who bay stop us Blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot
I remember stickin' fiends at the one-six-ooh when we was starvin', duckin' five-oh, payin' 'em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warrin' and cage dodgin', rippin' and robbin'
Got the NARC sabotagin', slippin' cracks in your camouflagin' Now you snitchin' on the squadron That's somethin' niggaz can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment
So I see no need to mention The potency of a sting from a killa bee Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Kickin' the battery out the back of them Wisecracks distorted for your get high you hijack
These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin' from
Catch us swimmin' with these sharks now, you rap villains We feel the same way you feelin', let it be known What the blood clot you niggaz dealin', you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nuttin' move but the money
Aiyyo Strongarm, that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait
Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey Blazin' that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style Before he left he flashin' his face like Denzel
Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His shape-up was all fucked up, as he had me laughin' God you see how he was laid out in the grass with dirt in his mouth
Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leakin' from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out Big bolo, stackin' his shit financed a Volvo He copped his shit from a small, coffee shop in SoHo
He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posin' like he rappin' out...
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