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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "What You In Fo'"

[jail interlude]

[RZA]

Son I just slapped my (*##$
Came to my crib 'bout half past six
Kid's in %#@!ty diapers, no food was fixed

I was like, "Yo (*##$ - why ain't no food fixed?"
She on the phone with her friend talkin bout dick
I snatched the receiver from that (*##$ like CLICK

She got all excited, tryin to throw fit
Swung at me then I swung back - !#$*!


[Method Man]
What you in fo'? It happened in the club
with some thugs I was at the bar, smokin bud, hollerin at love

Ladybug was playin in my peachfuzz, she was
Talkin hot fudge, can't nobody do it like she does
in the hot tub - didn't know her man was in the club

And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub
It must have been the drugs or the alcohol buzz, had me
shootin my game like a thirty-eight snub baby

Let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a shove
What the blood do - actin like he won the Golden Gloves
I get one for holdin grudge, but if this kid throw a slug

I'ma throw a slug - that's how we be rollin cuz
I see this dud tryin to play me like a pair of Lugz
Big John Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mug

What you in fo'?

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[Streetlife]
I'm locked down for tryin to hold my block down since a shorty

The Old Earth was like, "Street put the glock down"
I was raised in slums, love how the gun sounds
and now I got one - c'mon, who wanna front now?

Sunup to sundown, ready for showdown
Whoever wanna throw down, the gangsters better slow down
Wake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us

(What you in fo'?) In for murder over money love and lust
(What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you twice
I might bang you twice and take double the life

What you in fo'?

[Raekwon the Chef]

Jail status - get up
Wash a ^!$$% mattress !@$)got, you heard about me right?
Pass off them packages cat, you gotta eat to live

Meet the crib; got a hundred starvin ^!$$%z in here big
So pop off, drugs that's props, bring in
glocks we call 'em oxes

Be a real live ^!$$%, swing mops and %#@!, take over %#@!
$#&@ the C.O.'s, aiyyo Boo, I need clothes
Slide brokers where phones get hid

$#&@ with Russians and Latins
The most powerful marble black slipper style
Goin out thrashin ^!$$%z, kicks get thrown

Big sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops
Notarized wigs, lay six months
That's alright dog, make it home Lord

Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under walls
Bang monster anger
Bop through the halls with bangers

Live God like the Abbot of all chambers..

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