Rza - Worldwide Thugs lyrics

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Rza - Worldwide Thugs lyrics

[Cam'Ron] Uh, thug sh**, k**a Cam, thug sh** Yo, yo I want my steak with a funky dame Honey claim cash like the Money Train Faces of d**h, eatin monkey brain Chunky change, call it, iced out and flawless For all my n***as upstate with food inside the toilet Yo I'm like Hoffa, mixed with Sinatra La costa nostra, dude packed a toaster True motherf**ers, y'all blew it motherf**ers Told you how we do it, stupid motherf**er I chew motherf**ers, know how I do it motherf**ers Lay your block down when I come through it motherf**ers n***as want murders, maybe I'll call Ladies'll fall, yo we k**in babies and all I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, f*ggot Your mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habits Oh, look at they karats [k**a Sha] Paint the picture, 2-5-2 k**a scripture Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives Try to survive in this frontline with mines Deep, but I'm in the minds of foul men Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash Kinda hard to let this good sh** pa** So I dabble in it, heads eat and k**a sin it Ya b**h n***as wanna get in it but can't fit it Many is callin, but few is chosin And them f*ggot a** n***as thats holdin, ain't goin Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break A warning to the fakes (true that) Play the dark and brought to the light Lift up your dress for spite Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega Rhyme slayer, down with the QB mayor [RZA] Clear the interference...Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo clear the interference, special guest appearance Terms of endearment...(echoes) Clear the interference, special guest appearnace Terms of endearment, fresh like Wrigley Spearmint Purse pincher, I'm underground like the Earth Ninja A bag of wet be my only mental thirst quencher I move slow on your mob, like The Blob To gobble up every square inch quarter yard Peach cobbler rap, Syberian panex Ginseng gets clacks, six-pack, battery pack Keep on goin and goin, devil knit this sewin MC's on the mic are takin flight like the Boeing Our b**h Jamie Sommers got the hot pink Hummer Plus I just bought a fat loaf of bread from Wonder Clan expands we outnumber every grain of sand in Sudan Flash the Wu logo on your hands Cats be talkin, Bobby I ain't feelin ya But I bet if I was peelin your cap back with a two shot Dillinger Hot lead released from my cylinder You'd be talkin bout Bobby I'm feelin ya! My intensity is the double high density Make you serve a century in k**a Bee penitentiary Razor blade Papermate, cut through pages Cough up a lung and you spit like twelve gauges Elohim, black gods live from Queens Shaolin Island has been quarantined! [Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, yo, who's responsible for the Oklahoma Bombing? I shot Kennedy, fleed the crime scene jogging Feds knew I did it still gave me a pardon For the way 2-5 just repped at the Garden Clappin D-T's and kidnapped the sargeant Blazin warrants, squadrons, all departments Sneak heat through customs, secret compartments Spit that mobster god sh**, crime squad sh** co*k back with ease and squeeze on my targets Can't be destroyed by plague or epidemic Cripple any society, triple O menace Level 48 and the Feds rockin sneakers Tear through y'all weak crews with heat seakers When we clap, bodies get wrapped like fajitas Foul Jesus, resurrect the crime thesis Platinum chain with baguette, prop the pieces Shorties call Khadafi, a foul papi Won't stop till the world immortalize Machti Arab-nazi, bulletproof Armani rain suits Skull and crossbone get blown with deuce-deuce I rep for bing mobsters mad at life Shootin videos in Sing Sing via satellite War tactics, with gats under the matress Y'all b**h n***as playin y'all part, like an actress

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