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(feat. Ghostface Killah) [Asia] Yeah [Ghost] Yo, yo Asia, whattup God? [Asia] It's the God Wu-Tang shit [Ghost] Uh-huh, yeah baby, let's just murder this track [Ghost] That's my word [Asia] Yeah, Supa Dave West [Ghost] Uh-huh, yeah (yeah) aiyyo Lord spank 'em [Planet Asia] Yo, powerful rap robotic style off chronic to cosmic Follow this flow from out the projects My shine timeless, clique +Criminal Minded+ My time spent, knockin out daily assignments The capacity of my writtens make y'all niggaz look mindless In Mortal Kombat, I leave a challenger spineless This five-five-nine shit, three strike off Dirty cop killer music that the streets can absorb Old souls run deep in my pores, your desperation predate the Earth, formin the path of civilizations Nappy academy, maunfactures the new slang My singles be the jingle like, pockets of loose change My crew bang to set the mic a-fire with Wu-Tang school y'all, Wu-Tang all in your poontang Bullies of the block knock, gun in your face SongtexteRun in your house, tie you up and run in your safe I'm from a sheisty-ass place where the gangsters dwell Crack sellin to rap federal, we takin this mail, what? [Chorus: Planet Asia] From borough to borough, block to block It don't stop like paper when the new shit drop To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not From city to city, and coast to coast Real niggaz in the spot gotta profit the most To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not [Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo it's Tony the rapper, Starks the ballplayer I won't rock Wally 'til they make more flavors +Bulletproof Wallets+, take off gators And my .22 shotty'll take off faces Eighty-eight Pumas, velour laces Dusted out in the staircase where {?} pays me So many hits I need both stages Your two.. your two cars can't touch my four bracelets One of the most Williest niggaz from Staten Ran through Manhattan with Wally's made of satin Cherry-pop coppertop niggaz rattin, guest what happened? Had to end a nigga with the mac-10 Masquerades, feds ask and raid like Raekwon shallah still be in my PJ's They knew it was them, plus they saw him do well On tour with Theodore Genie actin full ill [Chorus] [Planet Asia] Bust your gun, but I still touch ya son I don't run cause a nigga got, dusty lungs And when I talk people be like, you must be from the N.Y. but them I tell 'em nah I'm straight Californian Blunts make me born again, ballin where the Warlords dwell I still rank first place in the tournament Go 'head, act cocky, and meet your match Next time I see you bet you'll be one of the speechless cats Voice raspy suddenly all the hoes wanna gas me Heard I did a song with Ghost nasty My murder rap murder tracks, clean like a cat who dress flashy Y'all niggaz what's the ass be, they whole style trashy Uncut live I got to say one thing I'm the hardest workin EVER to step foot, in Chung King Unclean, this year, show you who run things Dumb things, more than a hundred thousand funding [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yeah whattup? Ghost Deini, Planet Asia Y'all know how we do, straight up I got my man Perm meetin me in the booth A.C.T., word up, it's like that Stark Enterprise, screw y'all The W, the Clan, for real Hotter than a gun on the sun motherfucker Yo... Aus Songtexte Mania