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- Wu-Tang Clan f/ Cappadonna, George Clinton, Streetlife - Tar Pit Lyrics
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- [Hook: Method Man] + (George Clinton)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)
- [U-God]
- Blood money mercenaries, think you can muscle Wu?
- It's a foot race, who can out-hustle who?
- Hip hop junkie flunky, monkey see, monkey do
- Great minds connect like mobster rings
- Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra thing
- I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame, on the wall is the plaques
- Old ball and chain, I named her Madam X
- She love big cannons, sex unprotected
- You better respect it, kid, we 'bout to set trip
- You get ya neck ripped, eyeballs are scoping
- I don't sell crack, I sell dopium
- Catch him at the podium, nah, he moving too fast
- Professor X, behind the bulletproof glass
- You need a Wu pass, a bag of that high
- Easy with the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy
- [Hook: Method Man] + (George Clinton)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)
- [Cappadonna]
- We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's
- We grind everyday and we hustle for cheese
- Got our face on the front of CD's, we off the hook
- W.T.C. y'all soft and shook
- Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM
- And back heads down every time we sing
- Give us a hundred grand for a show, let us rock
- For more money, more chicks, more private stock
- [Streetlife]
- They call me Streetlife, slap the taste
- Out ya mug, know ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya face
- Throw a slug, catch a case
- Meanwhile, beat trial, back on that cash cow
- Getting CREAM, however, a street brother know how
- Point blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot, I got bank
- Pass the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em with the showshotter
- Peace to my ala mater, Wu-Tang block scholars
- Never settle for less, promoters pay us top dollar
- [Hook: Method Man] + (George Clinton)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
- Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)
- [Outro: George Clinton]
- The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggaz all'll quit
- Talking that short dick shit, we was s'posed to be cool
- Only the clue's on the other end of the stick
- Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
- Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
- Chickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodrat
- Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
- Barney here is down to a feeding dreadlock
- Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a headlock
- Macy Gray's hair between your leg lock
- Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
- Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back
- Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
- Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
- {*coughs*} This shit is strong, god damn, what you got in there?
- Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
- Chickenhead skeezer crackhead hoodrat
- Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
- Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back
- Calabama niggaz all'll quit
- Talking that short dick shit
- Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm speaking loud
- Venacular ass kicking, truth got there in crowd
- Shit, they call me the lethal lip
- The linguistic, full metal jacket of venacular ballistic
- Shooting out at the mouth without Chap or Blistec
- Here's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk diaper rash
- I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point tongue
- Dum dum, pow, shot from gattling gums
- Hooked on phonics, packing a vicious vocabulary
- Malicious, with malice and mayhem
- Fuck a dictionary, give me the mic and I'll slay
- Them and literally poetic symptoms
- Pissing me the fuck off, missing me with that shit
- I stick a venacular foot so far up in ya ass
- You won't be able to pass verbal gas
- So far in ya ass that one of my knees will rise so far above ya head
- And you drown of a poetic ass kicking
- Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail
- That hung on my big toe, as I flow upward
- Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear some?
- Tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath
- Cavity in ya best rhyme, and I'm the access on the rest
- Call me the proverbial verbal menacing dentist
- With the drill, I got lyrical skills
- I could perform oral root canals
- It's unwise to fuck with me
- Kick ya wisdom teeth down ya throat
- Leaving you to choke
- On where it hurts, unspoken vocals
- Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight
- With toe jamming and ya mothafucking hemmoroids
- Fuck the dumb shit...
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