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Niggas never grow up, some drink till they throw up
Some sniff that cocaine till they fuckin’ brains blow up
Grass junkies drunk on that Brass Monkey
Walk around with the brain of a crash dummy
How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me?
You be in the House of a 1000 Corpse like Rob Zombie
Culture this I God, all inside your iPod
‘Cause my squad, nigga is Die Hard
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ colder
Hood's like Iraq and I'm just a soldier
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ colder
Hood's like Iraq and I'm just a soldier
Niggas creep, yo check it, yo, yo
Welcome to the city of God where it's gritty and hard

And these dogs walk around at least fifty a squad
Sayin’, “Give me a yard”, tryna split me a broad
Maybe spit me a dart, so I could get me a car
Niggas creep, half can't read or speak
Shoot the whole crib, buckwild like Little Zeke
From the slums, yeah we be the blind, deaf and dumb
We got six year old sons knowin’ how to use a gun
They would shoot and don't think about it, won't even blink about it
Go home, lay on momma breast nigga, drink about it
So while you huff and you puff like you rough and tough
Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ colder
Hood's like Iraq and I'm just a soldier
Nobody understands me, not even my family
Most important man on the planet still they ban me
Instead of givin’ praises and revealin’ a Grammy
They'd rather see me stressed out concealin’ my jammy
Hopin’, I got smoked out and broke like Sammy
Spin the wheel of fortune then get struck with a whammy
Never that black, I got my act together
How can hip hop be dead when Wu-Tang is forever?
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ colder
Hood's like Iraq and I'm just a soldier
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ colder
Hood's like Iraq and I'm just a soldier

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Rza

Robert Fitzgerald Diggs, better known by his stage name RZA (pronounced /ˈrɪzə/; born July 5, 1969), is an American Grammy winning music producer, author, rapper, and occasional actor, director, and screenwriter. A prominent figure in hip hop music, he is the de facto leader of the Wu-Tang Clan. He has produced almost all of Wu-Tang Clan's albums as well as many Wu-Tang solo and affiliate projects. He subsequently gained attention for his work scoring and acting in films.

He has also released solo albums under the alter-ego Bobby Digital. In addition to the Wu-Tang Clan and his solo releases, RZA was also a founding member of the rap group Gravediggaz where he used the name The Rzarector.

He has made cameos in several movies including Coffee and Cigarettes, American Gangster, Gospel Hill, Life Is Hot in Cracktown, Ghost Dog, Funny People, Repo Men. About.com named him 3rd on their list of best hip hop producers of all time

Born in Brownsville, Brooklyn, New York, RZA spent time in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania as a child, where his father had a convenience store in the Hill District.[1] A young RZA also spent many years living in North Carolina with his uncle. RZA began his hip hop career in the late 1980s and early 1990s as a member of the trio Force of the Imperial Master (which subsequently became known as the All in Together Now Crew after they had a successful underground single of that name). The group consisted of future Wu-Tang members and his cousins GZA (then known as the Genius) and Ol' Dirty Bastard (then known as Ason Unique, the Specialist, and the Professor).

Once this local band dissolved, both he and the GZA attempted to kick start solo careers. With the help of GZA's friend (then owner of Jamaica Records) they both secured single deals with album options at successful labels, GZA going to Cold Chillin and RZA to Tommy Boy. GZA ultimately released the Words from the Genius album, but RZA's stint at Tommy Boy ended with only the EP Ooh I Love You Rakeem to show for it when he went to jail soon after its release. GZA's album flopped, and the two cousins became determined to conquer the hip hop industry on their own terms. Throughout most of his youth he enjoyed watching various kung-fu movies and purchasing countless albums which he would later sample in most of his music


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