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Raw Hide (feat. Method Man & Raekwon)

You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed

I want action, that's what I need

I never put doubt in my mind

Cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme

See murder which is caused

When you fuck with the negative and positive charge

Then they came up, out my garage

With the hit that's gonna be large

Tired of sittin on my fuckin ass

Niggas I know, be runnin around with mad fuckin cash

Who the fuck wanna be an emcee

If you can't get paid, to be a fuckin emcee?

I came out my momma pussy I'm on welfare

Twenty-six years old still on welfare!

So I gotta get paid fully

Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully

With my boston bloodthirsty process

P-e-a-c-eMove em in move em in

Move em out move em out

Stick it up raw hide!Yea, gotta come back to attack

Killin' niggas who said they got stacks, cause I don't give a fuck

I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood

Or bustin' your fuckin' face, some blood!!

I'm goin' out my fuckin' mind!

Every time I get around devils

Let me calm down, you niggas better start runnin'

Cause I'm comin', I'm dope like fuckin heroin

Wu-tang bloodkin', a goblin, who come tough like lambskin

Imagine, gettin 'shot up with ol dirty insulin

You bound to catch aids or somethin'

Not sayin' I got it, but nigga if I got it you got it!

WhatYo, check the bulletproof fly shit, strong like thai stick

Then I'll remain to tear your frame, while I freaks it

Like some fly new sneaks and shit

Now eat my shit, bitch tried to creep and got hit

Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date

Wu-tang, is bangin' like a ron g tape

Rza pump the shit just like a shotty

Watch me run it john gotti

Collidin' on the track, like gin and watty

Check the calender, I warn any challenger

To step up feel the blast from the silencerMove em in move em in

Move em out move em out

Stick it up raw hide!Comin' soon to a theatre near you it be the wu

Yeah find yourself in the square and see it's true

Actual facts to snack on and chew

My positive energy sounds peace to you

A wise man killed one horse and made glue

Wicked women puttin' period blood in stew

Don't that make the stew witches brew?

I fear for the eighty-five that don't got a clue

How could he know what the fuck he never knew?

God-cypher-divine come to show and come to prove

A mystery god that's the work of yacub

The holy ghost got you scared to death kid boo

Songwriters

RUSSELL JONES, ROBERT DIGGS, COREY WOODS, CLIFFORD SMITHPublished by

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