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Yung Budd - Gots Like Come On Thru 2005 Lyrics

[Intro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard) {Yung Budd}]Ahahahaha... minds start to freeze, at easeIt's the Wu-Tang Killa BeezBrooklyn Zu, who you roll, Manchuz {and the Hump, nigga}Comin at yo' avenues, 36 Chambers at a theater near ya(To all my muthafucking niggaz in the place to be, a lllllisten to me)We gonna take ya to a new level of hip hop[Chorus: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty Bastard]Wu, Gots like come on thruSu, That's the call of the WuZu, Gots like come on thruSu, That's the call for the Zu[Hook: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty Bastard]If you're from the east coast and you're down with Brooklyn ZuSu, That's the call for your crewIf your from the west coast and you're down with Brooklyn ZuSu, that's the call for your crew[Yung Budd]I'm 'bout to introduce y'all niggaz to a sound so amazing(Suuu) That's the call for ya crewMy team the Hump, homeyAnd we'll thump on anybody trying to fuck with the Zu or Buddha Monk, homeyI'm trying to chill thoughCuz I'm in a position where I got got bread, got guns and real hoesCooch tight, give a mean blowAnd they'll pop anybody in they shit if they cream on 'emSwift bitch, think not? Meet me at a green lightYa Mazeratti get bodied, popTalk shit, got the shotty on 'emSo put ya hands up 'fore I have to put a body on itThe rap chicks I rock, the army want itMy hobbies and jeans cause multi-hundredsCan't say I ain't go no swaggerCuz the war god duke, never seemed like no Scooby Doo[Chorus 2 4X: Yung Budd]Punk, act up, get ya ass stomped(Squado) That's the call for the pump[Hook 2 2X: Yung Budd]If ya from East New York and ya down with Hump Squad, throw yo' hands upIf ya chilling in the whip with a bitch blowing pif, uh, throw yo' hands up[Pooh]Fuck showing me love and just give me my respectCuz I'm due for it, dog, I'm one of the bestYeah, I'm young and out of control, slugs hit ya body, and soAnd pit ya ass six feet in a holeFuck a chick cuz this money I foldMake the world go round, and hoes go down in the back of the RoveThat's what I know, fuck what ya been toldMy life is a novel, so after this verse, the chapter is closedAnd I don't trust no nigga, famDisrespect the team, and watch how quick I cock back, click and BLAMA nigga fresh and clean, and now's spic and spamTen shots to the face, could shorten ya attention spanAnd I stay with the Hump, niggaz, stay with the pumpBrooklyn Zu, part two, paying homage to the Monk[Chorus 2 4X][Hook 2 2X][Outro: Yung Budd]It's the illa-illa-illest in the place to beR.I.P. my nigga O.D.B.

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