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  • Wykonawca: Ghostface Killah
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[Ghf] Yeah
  [RZA] Word... these bitches be buggin God
  Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin
  [Ghf] Yeah, check it out y'all one two
  We back up in this joint! What?
  Check the fly shit... yeah
  Don't black out on me
  
  [Verse One: Ghostface]
  
  Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout
  Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout
  Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim
  Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian
  She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress
  Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress
  She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing
  With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline
  She's a big girl now, with a body that growl
  Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds
  Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad
  Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor
  Little kids daydream of humping wildflower
  Hanna Barbera faint I'm riding no Rivera
  
  [Verse Two: RZA]
  
  Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips
  Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing
  blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats
  Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo
  the heat is on, never too black or too strong
  In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform
  Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
  The arena now present, de event of the decade
  Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves
  extensions, nails Friday, just got paid
  Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family
  That shines Godly light
  Upon this hip-hop artform, yo Dunn
  We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung
  Never bust premature for sure
  You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch
  deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration
  Causes stomach inflation
  Patiently waiting nine months for deportation
  Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune
  Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb
  It's a black hole for those who lose control
  Fertile soil before you are wise
  And spoiled many men and took many lives
  And all you brothers changed sides
  Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside