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WU-TANG CLAN : Let My Niggas Live lyrics

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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "Let My Niggas Live"

[Intro Skit]
Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets,
mindin my own business.. and BAM!!

I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR
that it was a mistake.
I accept that as a part of my destiny!

[*Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha*]

[Raekwon the Chef]
Whattup kid? That's right..
Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo..

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Aiyyo let my ^!$$%s live

We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my ^!$$%s live
We real ^!$$%s that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves

Let my ^!$$%s live
We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules
Let my ^!$$%s live; aiyyo let my ^!$$%s live

Handle your bid and kill no kids

[Raekwon the Chef]

Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y'all ^!$$%s is weak
Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak
Kids that's rich that'll, run in your (*##$ and by the third week

Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens that write light, leave blends

Hit with the JF Kennedy shot
Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got
Bolt off, but got clocked

Legendary here, custom made it, %#@! bladed, word up
Design your alphabet, reps get graded
We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length

Home of Allah's ten big rooms
So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves
Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds

Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all
Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head



I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"
Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me
I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey

Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie
Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us
It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours

I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands
Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile
There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin

Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird %#@!
Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine
It drove lots of men to die with no name

I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on (*##$es who famous
Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they [email protected]#*
I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created

The only ^!$$% Sade dated, the most hated, Nas ^!$$%


[Inspectah Deck]
Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck

C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec
Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs
You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project

Checkin shorty with the +Black Tail+ stance, leapord pants
Yellin $#&@ her man, makin killings off her lap dance
Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major

Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor
Semi-autos roar in the building hall
Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall

Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine
In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors


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