The Great White Hype movie - Who's the Champion lyrics

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Song by RZA and Ghostface Killah<br /><br>

[Intro: RZA and Ghostface, Raekwon () and somebody {}]<br>

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Word. Man fuck that nigga<br>

Fuck that crab, ass, bitch {Who the live niggaz youknowhatI'msayin?}<br>

{You niggaz know how to shoot joints} (Put down the gun son)<br>

{Elmira, Riker's Island, coming from Brownsville} (Put down the gun son)<br>

Niggaz tried to front on my little sister (Put down the gun)<br>

{YouknowhatI'msayin we represent youknowhatI'msayin?}<br>

{YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Tony Rhome}<br>

They tried to, tried to front on this (Put down the gun son)<br>

{RZA respect youknowhatI'msayin? We keep it real}<br>

Yeah, check it out y'all (put down the, put down the gun son)<br>

{Put your guns down, throw your hands up}<br>

It's on like that y'all word up, Iron Man comes back<br>

{Represent, you niggaz gotta shoot joints}<br>

Yo check it<br>

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[Verse One: RZA]<br>

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Put away your heaters, throw up your dick beaters<br>

Accurate blows to his nose shut his eyes closed to a centimeter<br>

Bitches on the fences wonderin what the fuck the suspense is<br>

I land heavy uppercuts in the corner of the park fences<br>

Knocked his mouthpiece front teeth got locked inside my knuckle<br>

He grabbed the belt buckle, attempt to catch me with a couple<br>

of low blows to the nuts, on ringside was as a giant du-els<br>

Send your Barb for this fuckin jew On a Wire<br>

He couldn't chessbox that's when he reached for his ahhs<br>

Brother chopped me on the top of my knot, but he got stopped<br>

When a twelve ounce bottle of Bartyle and James had him startled<br>

A bitch threw it caught him in his head, at full throttle<br>

He fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't saved by the bell<br>

That was his ass black<br>

So when it comes to physical combat<br>

We can take it hand to hand or go beyond that<br>

Do you want my gat to make the contact?<br>

Retirin cats who lack the heart to fire back?<br>

(We take all crabs overboard)<br>

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[Chorus: Raekwon]<br>

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Put down the gun son, son matter of fact, shoot the one on one<br>

Hold it down, make sure the head, sure nuff don't hit the ground<br>

Lampin on the handball courts, or the square, we can take it there<br>

Settle it son, who the champion?<br>

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(It's like that, niggaz want to front, one more time?<br>

I'ma show you like this. One on each side<br>

This is it word up. We gonna lay you back<br>

We gonna rest your back, you won't know how to act<br>

When it come to bigger, showin and provin<br>

Niggaz styles is wack) Who the champion? Settle it son.<br>

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[Verse Two: Ghostface Killer]<br>

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Yo!<br>

I had to run up on this King at Devine, for his shines<br>

He saw the stash and caught my mailbox for eighty dimes<br>

He saw me stashin, like a pipe-link for mega fiends<br>

I held it down like the finger fly miraculous King<br>

Peep through the heavy small get the camoflouge<br>

Starks master in charge, pushin through ery buildin, sippin egg nog<br>

Niggaz know my status God body carry big batters<br>

Fiends know me for my blue bags, besides smackin crabs<br>

and earnin mine, this bitch Sha cat, gotta get his back bent<br>

What the hell just made him fuck with my intelligent?<br>

Back to Polly and I heard some noise we pack a two twelve<br>

There go Lord Shamel, faggot made a sale<br>

He's sellin my shit, I should slap fire out his ass<br>

Snap his bones in half and watch the stock market crash<br>

I walked up on him, he had the nerve to say Peace God<br>

Ain't nuttin Peace God, you stole it now we out in the streets<br>

Take your shit off, nigga you soft, back up off<br>

Youse a shady nigga, I'm a sever fig you with a gloss<br>

I snuffed him, threw a crazy left and I cuffed him<br>

Allah don't like ugly so I held back from bustin him<br>

I passed the burn off, he caught me from the blind side<br>

Tapped a nigga jaw, I shot my fifty-two style, and crazy raw<br>

I had my ice on, tapped a few times, he started leakin<br>

De King with the deadarm, Shamel fell to his knees and<br>

He started wheezin, losin his breath from smokin trees and<br>

I'm still breathin, bleedin because it's frontin season<br>

Now I got that project belt, international/national<br>

Worldwide, I let Shamel slide<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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