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WU-TANG CLAN : Little Ghetto Boys lyrics

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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "Little Ghetto Boys"

[Raekwon] Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within
[Rakeem] Word up, ^!$$%z is stupid
[Cappa] Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops

[Raekwon] Yo it was on last year Son
[Rakeem] Huh? $#&@ them cops
[Ghost] Word

[Raekwon] Scrape them ^!$$%z
[Raekwon] ^!$$%z want two hundred grand over the table
[Ghost] Like this

[Raekwon] That %#@! looks pretty
[Rakeem] Yo
[Ghost] I don't know what the $#&@ made em in they own mind

[Raekwon] Pass the weed off man [*inhale*]
[Ghost] think they could come f, they could $#&@ wit this Dunn
[Rakeem] Yo G, the Mexican ^!$$%z is definitely buggin the $#&@

[*cop's walkie talkie is heard*]
[Raekwon] Mike's was crystal, erythang
[Rakeem] other Mexicans be all the $#&@ up on your %#@! ^!$$%

[*cop's walkie talkie still babbling*]
[Method] Aiyyo you got a light?
[THE PIG] Excuse me can you put that out please?

[Method] Oh %#@!
[Raekwon] For what? For what?
[Method] Jiggy

[THE PIG] Could you please put that out?
[Raekwon] For what? I ain't puttin..
[THE PIG] Put the %#@! out now!

[Raekwon] I ain't puttin %#@! out!!
[*everything gets chaotic*]

[Rakeem] The $#&@in (*##$? Get that (*##$!
[Raekwon] Slap fire out!

[THE PIG] Oh no no no no no no no
[Raekwon] Get your %#@! right
[THE PIG] Get what?

[Raekwon] We gonna swerve on these ^!$$%z one time that's my word
[*music fades in*]
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility"

[Raekwon] That's comin from Louis Rich
[Raekwon] Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]

Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago

Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that (*##$ go
Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear
^!$$% save that, the same %#@! you had it last year

You be runnin with them outsiders
That %#@! is $#&@ed up yo, we never turn to dick riders
Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo

You think that %#@! gon live what he did -- what this ^!$$% said
Remember when his mans got there, the whole %#@! was set up
Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter

It got back to me some ^!$$%z in Medina askin me
"You know some ^!$$%z in the gold E-Class," splash to me
Yo that %#@! you had in Vegas

Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor
Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan
Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on

Octavia with all the ice on, yo
She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life
Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been

for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her
%#@! is $#&@ed up when they got us yo
She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown

"..face responsiblity"
She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown

"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street"

[Verse Two: CappaDonna]

Yo all of y'all ^!$$%z got the whole story wrong
Talk what you talk but twist the real song

When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver
Show y'all ^!$$%z whose style is more liver
This is not a act this is more actual fact
Nuttin but experience placed upon track
with the true sound, not lyin out the crown

When we not workin we hardly be around
Yeah see the light, right now we could fight
You not a real brother you just a fake type
that get on the mic then, throw your cliche
Half the East coast soundin just like Rae

If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow
If you not a part of this kid act like you know
$#&@ the studio, Cappachino the great
Fly cherry head ^!$$%z like planes out of state
I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you

If you want some then stop frontin is the issue
It's my turn, live ^!$$%z could pass
Two-face-ted rappers push they %#@! last
Straight off the edge, into the rubbish
Peep my new style $#&@ Cristal and Moet

I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published

"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"

"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up..."

"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"

"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"

[*35 seconds of instrumental pass until the martial arts samples*]

One is invulnerable, in fact
it involves strenuous breath control
Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult
The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points
Thirty-six of these can be fatal
The remainder, paralyzing

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