Rza - State of Grace lyrics

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Rza - State of Grace lyrics

[Intro: Tony Montana "Scarface" sample] It's those guys, man It's the f**ing bankers, the politicians They the ones, don't wanna make coke illegal So they can make the f**ing money And then they get the f**ing votes You fighting the bad guys, they the bad guys! [Intro: RZA (Raekwon)] Trash... yes! (And close the f**ing door, man) Wu-Tang! (f**ing idiots, man) Aiyo, Chef, bodododododododododododo.... (Stand... sh** man, f** these motherf**ers, come on, man) n***a what! [Raekwon] Cream vanquish, my queen keeps it's stainless Cracks and Brussels, screwing everything famous Love to hustle, my ring, call it big Uran*s Cats that scuffle, crawl on you and break fingers That's what's up, some saw me in them bone rangers Me and my homey, we bought like forty things up Long as you owe me, you won't get a damn thing, son Shoot off your kangol, while you in the plane, fronting Stop, admire me, ya'll should of fired me Cause when I come back, it's me and my diary None of that bullsh**, few men got tired of me My n***as is wrong, they hated, and they lied to me Explain the saga, f** yo, your chain liver f** the blinging, have my money by five, to me Ya'll 'pose to bring it, f** you and your whole variety I'm bringing my hammers, I beat it like, five to three [Hook: Raekwon] Jealous a** n***as can't see they man prosper They'd rather see me in a broke down f**in' Mazda Don't disrespect me, son, you will get popped up My resume's off the hook, now, check mi casa Yeah, call it, what you wanna call it My bread is larger, n***a, you can never spoil it Thought you was loyal, now a n***a can't support you Blastin' you up, and off me, now you look rewarded [Raekwon] What's that smell? Rat piss and possum p**y b**h don't yell, I'm not impressed, don't push me I'm back with some haters, they wipe sh** and blast pussies up Bloody ya blazer, take all your man cush weed Yeah, I'm coming just to claim a title Rap is boring, n***as need another idol When I'm gone, just let off like forty rifles Aiming at rappers, biting off the God's bible I destroy you, lyrically, I spit oil This is war, you can never escape, conio Ya'll some lamesters, never seen a yard soiled When it's on, now we gon' see who's loyal Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, yo, to get it from you Place that crown in the garbage, or you sitting on A few things mattered, you was just a corner don That got shot dead like Malcolm in the Audubon [Hook]

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