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The 10th wu-tang member, truly deranged-killa
Take the color from you niggas, when spittin like paint thinners
Gassed up, im the bomb to ya car as ya tank fill-up
Reconsider why they callin me Chop, don’t say timber
Broads wanna flock to the cock, it ain’t simple
Flood the block with the shit that I got, it made ripples
Stilla rob like gimme ya watch, don’t say ditto
Cause when the shots leave you wheelchair jimmy’ed, don’t think kimmel
Use to hate when we were no one, gotta feel us now
I made it up out the soil, the system of the down
The way we bringin the toys out so infantile
Go to town with unfamiliar broads, I had to fill her out
Ho-please, drop more game than OGs
Wait for Chop to sweat-her, baby we’ll both freeze
You bullshittin, a bullshitter, I know things
Get it wit everybody 'cept them, fucka nose-ring
Don’t approach, if yousa guy, I’m truly fine..
They deserve murder charges for what they do with Vybz..
Killin it, yousa clown, tryna fit up in
Bet the pound calm you down like sum ritalin
Good thing Kwon shut his mouth, this is my bloodsport
Tryna fight with rap’s Dana White, careers’ll get cut short
I am Hip-Hop, the shyt before they enterprises
But fa bands, I get ta-werk, where’s Miley Cyrus
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