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Correct On That Sht Again Lyrics
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Correct On That Sht Again
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[Intro: RZA] The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo Champagne nights on a corner mad heavy Around the time I was beefing with Wizzy [?] Takin' bitches then they man come through Damn near kissed the ground jumping out of big shit with [?] pajamas on Line my soldiers up, strategize, then I move my pawns Should've been Italian how I'm getting that parmesan Talkin' bout the ones you keep putting those commas on And I'ma keep hope alive Cause mad lil' niggas look up to me outside Breaking dawn blunted, [?] in their mouth I drop a jewel, they see these cyphers then bounce Please God, you see [?] tell 'em I say I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads I be back around 6PM [?] around 1 o'clock Plus I gotta pick up these gems Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden [?] Drew Hill, I'm supposed to be starring You know how I do, son Nugget stones with the blue ones And coming with me is a few guns [Chorus] I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in Bet against me, you own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in Bet against me, you own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in [Verse 2: RZA] Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless Peep this, I closed down the [?] store With thousand dollar sneakers Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie [?] From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous You can't out think the RZA, nigga I make your brain shrink My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc And yeah I got that iron just incase the emcee think He can take it to the streets then watch his ass become extinct Like a tyrannosaurus rex I [?] your fuckin' face to [?] [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Ay yo last night my sugar was 500 That log cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred That's 13 units of insulin Brought it back down now everything is official like Michelle, and Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan And all my old girlfriends are jumping on my dick again [Chorus] I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in Bet against me, you own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in Bet against me, you own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
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