Wu-tang Clan - Kill Too Hard lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Masta Ace)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[kung fu sample]</i><br>
They told me, what happened, alright<br>
You're still young, and things like that always happen<br>
When you'll learn, then you'll know not to make those mistakes<br>
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<i>[Inspectah Deck]</i><br>
Really? These dudes don't want it with Deck, no, my set glow<br>
Hate it or you love it, but you gonna respect though<br>
You ain't got to know my name, check the blood, sweat & tears<br>
For years, niggas know I bang<br>
I'm a made nigga, caking what you call a boss<br>
On my own two, never taking orders from ya'll<br>
What I spit, get the corners involved, it's wreck on the yard<br>
It's House Gang, son, it's more than hard<br>
The life that'll glamour and glitz, best believe<br>
On the flip side, nigga, it's them hammers and clips<br>
Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip<br>
Camouflage, with they hand on the grip<br>
Ain't nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due<br>
No, your feets not big enough to fit in his shoe<br>
I don't rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole<br>
On 'the wire', just not HBO<br>
They under fire, edge around the way we know<br>
They know they time up, guess that's why they hate me so<br>
But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go like<br>
Montana, licking, sniffing crazy blow<br>
Still I be Hard to Kill like Seagal<br>
Warrior built, big shield and long sword<br>
One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, king size<br>
Salutations, that's respecting the king eyes<br>
For those that follow my lead, attract to the light<br>
At the same time, marvel the speed<br>
I'm so dope, I can bottle it free<br>
The most influential, modern day murderous he<br>
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<i>[U-God]</i><br>
Yo, deep in the bungalo, chopping the motherload<br>
Carving my own path, taking another road<br>
I need a son to soul, he brought the troops with him<br>
It sounds presidential, I got the truth serum<br>
Don't want the booth near him, respect in the sabotage<br>
I'm on the patio, stretched in my camouflage<br>
And my grammar's hard, the Wolverine skeleton<br>
I be the yellow man, snatching on the other brand<br>
But on the other hand, light up the darkness<br>
I'm stir fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless<br>
My apartment is a hole in the wall, nigga<br>
Pass me the rock, stop holding the ball<br>
I told you before, under worser conditions<br>
Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead body position<br>
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<i>[Masta Ace]</i><br>
Aiyo, it's time to make cash dinero<br>
I'm going to the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero<br>
Lie up in your bedroom, smash your bureu<br>
We looking for the money, man, pass the Euro<br>
Apartment to pesos, pass the yen<br>
And, we don't want to have to ask again<br>
Cuz we ain't gon' be laughing then<br>
These three men, take on your whole staff and win<br>
Look, labels stay messing with a cat's future<br>
And that weighs on me heavy like Rasputia<br>
But I still keep spitting like a shortshop<br>
I'mma be sitting at the table when the cork pop<br>
You gon' be sitting at the table with a porkchop<br>
Lacking on the beat like a short cop<br>
It's your boy Ace, BK's own<br>
All you ringtone rap dudes, please stay home, come on<br>
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