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Planet Asia
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Real Niggaz
Lyricist:Dennis Coles, Jason C Green, David Nathaniel West
Yeah Yo, yo Asia, whattup God? It's the God Wu-Tang shit Uh-huh, yeah baby, let's just murder this track That's my word Yeah, Supa Dave West Uh-huh, yeah aiyyo Lord spank 'em (Yeah)
Yo, powerful rap robotic style off chronic to cosmic Follow this flow from out the projects My shine timeless, clique 'Criminal Minded' My time spent, knockin' out daily assignments The capacity of my writtens make y'all niggaz look mindless
In Mortal Kombat, I leave a challenger spineless This five-five-nine shit, three strike off Dirty cop killer music that the streets can absorb Old souls run deep in my pores, your desperation Predate the Earth, formin' the path of civilizations
Nappy academy, manufactures the new slang My singles be the jingle like, pockets of loose change My crew bang to set the mic a-fire with Wu-Tang School y'all, Wu-Tang all in your poontang
Bullies of the block knock, gun in your face Run in your house, tie you up and run in your safe I'm from a sheisty-ass place where the gangsters dwell Crack sellin' to rap federal, we takin' this mail, what?
From borough to borough, block to block It don't stop like paper when the new shit drop To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
From city to city and coast to coast Real niggaz in the spot gotta profit the most To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
Aiyyo it's Tony the rapper, Starks the ballplayer I won't rock Wally 'til they make more flavors 'Bulletproof Wallets', take off gators And my .22 shotty'll take off faces
Eighty-eight Pumas, velor laces Dusted out in the staircase where [unverified]pays me So many hits I need both stages Your two your two cars can't touch my four bracelets
One of the most Williest niggaz from Staten Ran through Manhattan with Wally's made of satin Cherry-pop copper top niggaz rattin', guest what happened? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Had to end a nigga with the mac-10
Masquerades, Feds ask and raid like Raekwon shallah still be in my PJ's They knew it was them, plus they saw him do well On tour with Theodore Genie actin' full ill
From borough to borough, block to block It don't stop like paper when the new shit drop To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
From city to city, and coast to coast Real niggaz in the spot gotta profit the most To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
Bust your gun, but I still touch ya son I don't run 'cause a nigga got, dusty lungs And when I talk people be like, you must be from The N.Y. but them I tell 'em nah I'm straight Californian
Blunts make me born again, ballin' where the Warlords dwell I still rank first place in the tournament Go 'head, act cocky, and meet your match Next time I see you bet you'll be one of the speechless cats
Voice raspy suddenly all the hoes wanna gas me Heard I did a song with Ghost nasty My murder rap murder tracks, clean like a cat who dress flashy Y'all niggaz what's the ass be, they whole style trashy
Uncut live I got to say one thing I'm the hardest workin' ever to step foot, in Chung King Unclean, this year, show you who run things Dumb things, more than a hundred thousand funding
From borough to borough, block to block It don't stop like paper when the new shit drop To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
From city to city, and coast to coast Real niggaz in the spot gotta profit the most To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
Yeah, yeah whattup? Ghost Deini, Planet Asia Y'all know how we do, straight up I got my man Perm meetin' me in the booth A.C.T., word up, it's like that Stark Enterprise, screw y'all The W, the Clan, for real hotter than a gun on the sun motherfucker Yo
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