[RZA] 
Niggas never grow up, some drink til they throw up 
Some sniff that cocaine til they f**king brains blow up 
Grass junkies, [bad word] on that Brass Monkey 
Walk around wit the brain of a Crash Dummie 
How the f**k you gonna try to gas cash from me? 
You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie 
Culture this I God, all inside your iPod 
Cuz my squad, [bad word] is die hard 

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Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds 
Fifty-two blocks, put that [bad word] on the ground 
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's getting colder 
Hood's like Iraq, and I'm just a soldier 

[RZA] 
Niggas creep, yo, check it, yo, yo 
 [bad word] to the City of God, where it's gritty and hard 
And these dogs walk around at least, fifty a squad 
Saying give me a yard, trynna, split me a broad 
Maybe, spit me a dart, so I could, get me a car 
Niggas creep, half can't read or speak 
Shoot the whole crib, buckwild like Little Zeke 
From the slums, yeah, we be the blind, deaf and dumb 
We got six year old sons, knowing how to use a gun 
They would shoot and don't think about it, won't even blink about it 
Go home, lay on momma breast, [bad word]  drink about it 
So while you huff and you puff, like you rough and tough 
Your [bad word] turn to a [bad word] once you in the cuffs 

 [bad word]  

[RZA] 
Nobody understands me, not even my family 
Most important man on the planet, still they ban me 
Instead of giving praises and revealing a Grammy 
They'd rather see me stressed out, concealing my jammy 
Hoping, I got smoked out and broke like Sammy 
Spent the wheel of fortune then get [bad word] wit a whammy 
Never that, black, I got my act together 
How can hip hop be dead when Wu-Tang is forever? 

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