Wu-tang Clan - Ill Figures lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Kool G. Rap, M.O.P.)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Intro: Raekwon]</i><br>
When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like<br>
I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand<br>
Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying<br>
But it's what you saying that makes a person know about you<br>
Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of person you is<br>
So it's like really, I'm just more of just<br>
Being a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?)<br>
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<i>[Raekwon]</i><br>
Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli<br>
Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat meet<br>
Real niggas wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me<br>
Money clean Mercedes claim, baby, beat me<br>
Love getting dressed up, sweats and techs<br>
Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect<br>
Hand is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo<br>
Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen<br>
Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and made up<br>
For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up<br>
Flying through the city nights, new flights<br>
Blue ice, hundred thousand in a Nike bag, license<br>
Drug shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the Ferrari<br>
Next see the Lex A Shallah, La Tam'pa<br>
Eating yo, all of us, scamma gangstas<br>
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos<br>
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<i>[kung fu sample]</i><br>
I have never, giving up on a mission<br>
That's against my honor<br>
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<i>[Lil' Fame]</i><br>
Duke let me warn you, my niggas crip up<br>
Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up<br>
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you life<br>
And my Staten Island homeys lay your ass down on Glaciers of Ice<br>
Sidewalk executives, live the street life consecutive<br>
We built for this, go for your gun<br>
My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and drugs<br>
Big hammers and slugs, can get ugly as fuck<br>
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<i>[Billy Danze]</i><br>
From the chest to your man Danze, ey<br>
Staten Island, said what up, yo, ey<br>
The homey ODB said what up, though, ey<br>
We got the Chef on deck as if you didn't know<br>
It's sharp as fuck, Wu, that's what up<br>
Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up?<br>
Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get your block hit up<br>
Bring your team and we'll box 'em up<br>
Think M.O.P. is not what up<br>
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<i>[kung fu sample]</i><br>
It seems I'm a bit late here<br>
Don't worry, these men are all gonna die<br>
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<i>[Kool G. Rap]</i><br>
See from the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at<br>
Cognac, combat, contact, contrast<br>
Crom's packing out like Beyonce back<br>
She bang out a song like the Fonz back<br>
Bigger things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen<br>
Nigga here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game<br>
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain flooded<br>
Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine<br>
Fours bang, neighborhood war games<br>
Get your weight up, you looking anarexic<br>
Posted on the block proper with the hammer vested<br>
Bitch came with empty hands, that's the hand she left with<br>
Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded desperate<br>
Break a white an hour, based it forty grand invested<br>
Live within the third rail, you know the man electric<br>
Shit was like the third world, until I handle metrics, that next shit<br>
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