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RZA - Don't Test/Wu Stallion lyrics
[Suga Bang Bang] It's time, it's time to come again Summer time and spring time long gone again Anything test, anything gone drop Tellin me "Blood muffy run, blood muff gone fi run" If a sound test I tell 'em rude boy come Bout them 9 millimeter in the nineteen top And don't test me, now Don't try me, now, now, now, stallion stallion Ain't lettin anyone done come test me, now, now, now, now, now, now Stallion, stallion, stallion Ain't seein them let done come, tellin 'me murdered dim him him him Nuna-nuna-him-him man a run dim dim dim dim Knew dem know that me no take back no truck Come my glock bark me .4-5, licka licka shot Tell another sound boy this, I must pop a shot In them tears, him back, tell him must fall back Tell em tell em tell em, round go away Round go way, tell 'em don' come and test, tell 'em don' come and test Me another champion, means another champion Who dat talk? Who dat talk? Who dat talk? Who dat talk? Suga Bang Bang tell 'em homey run on the spot And the cop wan me merk me and me nah licka shot Stallion, stallion, stallion, stallion, stallion, stallion They don't know me Body bag cannot try him Know me, know me, know me, stallion no forgot Nineteen ninety nine, boy me radiant love Tellin em cock back the big ten dem call to us And we even fuck de pussy hole, the wrong come test Hear me no hear me, hear me And them don't see me, see me Say why them try me, try me And no ready to hear me, hear me Pay attention, but with premonition So tell em a champion, why me nah run? Don't don't try try to test a champion champion If you not ready ready ready ready ready Stallion stallion stallion stallion, eh? eh? eh? eh? eh? eh?, sound boy Wu-Tang come again come again come again Do you want to come test a champion And he not ready ready ready ready no 8 or 9:30, in a Sunday morning I'm been smokin since my grandpa, grandpa, grandpa He say "Ill little youth man, don't move too fast, too fast, too fast" Cuz this crazy crazy world, that you livin in They don't understand, no they don't understand Son me live a little kid, tellin me a reality And say some come as GTT, and some come of them 5% And some of them come fight me, lyricists are easy And some of them come fight, but me nasty Come test test tellin em jockey And tellin me right 'pon the ease, is it easy And some of them don't know me me me me Me do well steady, and me world for the love but they want come fi test And they don't ready ready ready ready Feel this |
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