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[StreetLife] Yeah, what? Feel the fire Word life Yo, yo, yo... What's your major malfunction for pumpin that watered down substance? Kid, watch for the snuffings Wu-Tang Productions paralyze the function Street corruptions, no interruptions Son of my father's mother's ex-husband Uncle's sister's son, his daughter's cousin Raised in a Killin Fields with a gun, stay bustin I keep supplyin this Uncontrolled Substance Highly-explosive radio-active doses Spontaneous flow that's very impulsive Raw material that's anti-corrosive My additude stay intensly repulsive Wanna be MC's? First you gotta face me S-T-R double E-T, mostly low key 'til someone provokes me, stay anti-socially So don't bother approachin me Keep the burner closely and mosey Catch me where the hoes be, Shaolin O.G. With my voice box rid of toxic SongtexteKillah Hill Projects, we lock shit Fuck the opposite, eat a dick I talk mad shit cuz I could back it Plus eight-fice percent of y'all rappers is actors You'se a sex symbol, shakin ya ass to sell a single But you sold out, yo, you sold out You walked the whole route, and now you straight trout and now you straight trout, get snuffed the fuck out!!! [Inspectah Deck] "Fierce darts..." [Bobby Digital] "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" [Ghostface Killah] "Blew off the burner k-k-kinda dusty" [Bobby Digital] "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" [Raekwon] "Pullin out gats-g-g-gats for fun" [Bobby Digital] "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" [Inspectah Deck] "Fierce darts that'll pierce thru Solid Armor" [StreetLife] Yo, Supreme intelligence, Killah Hill resident Wu-Element, yo, my logo's done with excellence Street specialist, holdin this, solo lyricist Black supremesist from the nine delious Ghetto chemisist, the tip of my tongue is venomous Spit Poisonous Darts continuous All you fatter cats with battery backs And gangster raps, claimin how much gats you pack You still wack, you'se a suspect No respect, catch a chit chat Talkin nines and techs, you haven't met Street yet Quick to shit on ya rep, cosmetic fuck This is B-B conduct, Shaolin What!? What!? [Raekwon] "I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side" [Inspectah Deck] "Fierce darts that'll pierce thru Solid Armor" [Bobby Digital] "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" [Inspectah Deck] "Pierece thru S-s-solid Armor" [Bobby Digital] "We could bust a shot..." [StreetLife] This is Street Life delivery, heavy artillerary ("We could bust a shot...") Thug therapy until they bury me, fellin me? Shattered armor, my code of honor Never diss honor, stay far beyond of this You wearin toga suits and open-toed sandles Eatin Strange Fruit, gettin man-handled Control your lust, never reach and don't bust Watch who you trust, get Digi like dust Street Life, you know the type, bloody ya eye sight I'm takin all fights tonight, on mic or off mic You ain't controlled, you seein, yo, got your suit Don't put your faith in the flute, son, you're mad loose Another thug turned bitch, the industry made you switch Done shattered your armor and now you ain't shit Look at your now with your washed up style Represent it 'til I die, N.Y., Shaolin Isle [Bobby Digital] "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" [Ghostface Killah] "Blew off the burner k-k-kinda dusty" [Bobby Digital] "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" [Raekwon] "P-P-Pullin out gats for fun" [Bobby Digital] "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" [Ghostface Killah] "B-B-Blew off the burner, k-k-kinda dusty" [Bobby Digital] "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" [Inspectah Deck] "Fierce darts that'll pierce thru Solid Armor" [Bobby Digital] "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" Aus Songtexte Mania