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letra de wu will survive - ghostface killah

[intro: antoine lundy and streetlife]
wu tang will survive, no no no-no no no
wu tang will survive
cause every time they flip a party
you know the party screams and shouts
’cause you… d-mn! aw, tc that was the bomb…

[raekwon]
get all my peoples, get all my peoples headphones
all of em
lay em a death warrant
aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what
let em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo

[verse 1: raekwon]
blend wine, who wanna win mine?
shorty get a ten-round for floatin’ with the richest, huh
flexed out, flinstone style
your crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped loud, jetted the
mosyin, posin’ for them n-ggas up in poland
rollin’ waxed out museum, g ’em
them richest n-ggas bless this like russian cut vvs’s
slide the hatchback, black, word, finessin’ this
them n-ggas over there know, gazelle goggles and them lottos
’88 style, throwin’ bottles (bottles)
scenario rap, imperial material (uh, yo, yo, yo, yo)
yo, dunn, dunn, murderin’ cats is like that real

[verse 2: ghostface]
yo, come do me somethin’, word to michelob, peep the land rov’
sleeper hold club f-ggots lay your dome on a stove
it’s like sp-ce kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap
dough got smaller famous team, walked up in fotomat
black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
getaway driver – this white b-tch from outta town
we love horse races, shakin’ jakes and high-speed chasin’
p-rno stations, drinkin’ violations, godly nations
90 minute maxell tapes
instrumental breaks bangin’ earaches
lay my verse down in two takes
the speaker pops, the winchester rifle’s in the kitchen
murder the dj’s, eyes twitchin’, woofer hissin’

[bridge: raekwon]
yo, he’s strong armin’, manipulatin n-ggas, scr-pin’ n-ggas
takin’ play from n-ggas, hate fakin’ n-ggas, yo, you hear me?
the whole sh-t’s like wrestling
what you dare me? back the f-ck up, kid, we flexin’

[verse 3: method man]
this rap sh-t bust yo’ gums, and leave you stunned
pull your plug, now you can’t function
there’s no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen
many may come but few are cho-sen
pretty n-ggas want to play the war po-sin
when the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen
do or die, it be i, meta-physical man
holdin’ court from my wu indivisible clan
i see your thoughts and your hand reachin’
it’s getting deep in this mud
cats heat seekin’, for one blood
nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin’ at these stank b-tches
less he gon’ bring this above, i make switches
from the lamp, i grant three wishes
johnny be parlayin’, i blaze britches, then i roll
one hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body
one hundred percent soul, individual
-ssh0l-s tend to run
from this plo extortion to the one
the next chamber, you f-ckin’ with the star spangler
to the dawn’s early light with this head-banger
boogie, represent this sh-t fully
like i’m constantly at war with the town bully
who want that pressure? about to get smacked silly
like a fat b-tch in spandex, free w-lly!
we on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine
n-ggas wastin’ time worryin’ about me and mine
get your own sh-t

- ghostface killah

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