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RETURN TO WU WORLD
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IronmanIronmaidenWildflowerThe Faster Blade260Assassination DayPoisonous DartsWinter WarzBox In Hand RemixFishCamayDaytona 500Motherless ChildBlack JesusAfter The Smoke ClearsAll That I Got is YouThe Soul ControllerMarvelSupreme ClienteleNutmegOneSaturday NiteGhost DeiniApollo KidsThe GrainBuck 50Mighty HealthyWoodrow The Basehead SkitStay TrueWe made itStroke Of DeathIrons Theme IntermissionMalcolmWho would you fuckChilds PlayCherchez LaGhostWu Banga 101Clyde Smith SkitIrons Theme ConclusionIn The Rain|
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| Artist: Ghostface Killah f/ RZA Album: Ironman Song: Marvel Intro: Ghostface Killah [RZA] Yeah [Word... these bitches be buggin God Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin] 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 [Ghostface Killah] 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 [RZA] Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips Wide hips, for all the kid, chrome dipped wearing blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo the heat is on, number two black is too strong The one album Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades Draw ring and 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 insid |
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