Ron O'Neal-Wu-Tang Clan

Coach, put me in the game

I'm for real, for them peoples

tryna to put me in them chains

Whatever the topic,

let's put it in the frame

We can even load it and cock it

and put it in they brains

I'm saying,

some rappers do it for a chain

Kill yourself,

I know killers

that'll do it for some change

These veterans is slipping,

they ain't doing it the same

I don't slip, set a pick

and put a shooter in your lane

Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range

But I ain't tryna shoot it

with you rappers

I'll just shoot it at your dame

Y'all never should have threw me

in the game

Found a new word for weed,

that was so mean

I threw it in my name

My soul laid out on the block

like arms spraying

The law hating,

warring like Blacks and Caucasians

God versus Satan,

I'm laying in the dark

With the Mossberg waiting,

letting off first basing

Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub

Deuce high when he cruise by,

spotting his love

Hold the mic like a .38 muzzle to snub

This flow,

call it OJ blood on the glove

Above rap,

capital Gs speak on the facts

Please believe that,

meaning that I keep it a stack

He's back, he a beast on the track

The only time that I go soft is probably

with your freak in the sack

Feel the bass make sure he shake,

murder verse, first forty-eight

Manslaughter, nearly caught a case

I crack heads more than base

Stack bread when I orchestrate,

that said y'all the bass

No matter what the weather,

we be getting our cheddar

So we can have a better tomorrow

Oh, money, cars, superstars,

getting ours, working hard

For a better tomorrow

I seen niggas sniff coke

through a crazy straw

Come out they shirts sweating bullets

with the Bobby Brown jaw

Dry mouth, grinding back

and forth plus he's steaming a Newport

We all holding the torch

Few staircase murders,

some burners don't blam right

Guns that kicked around the wall

you better stand tight

Full of X, AKs, whiling in lobbys,

bulletproof PJs

Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ

CSI traumatized by viewing

the instant replay

SpongeBob niggas get scars nigga

I'm off style in any section of the hood

I'll pull your car nigga

No matter what the weather,

we be getting our cheddar

So we can have a better tomorrow

Oh, money, cars, superstars,

getting ours, working hard

For a better tomorrow

See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat

So you rather pursue death

than admit defeat

See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat

So you rather pursue death

than admit defeat

I used to be so narcissistic,

park the whip and spark the biscuits

Spit hollow tipped shells

at the Narcs with quickness

Live to tell the tale

cause only God's my witness

Been a long time,

change gonna come son,

I'm optimistic

I hold the steel like Ron O'Neal

Super fly, do or die,

Killah Hill, Brownsville

Never ran, never will,

yes I can, yes I will

Put a dot upon your knot

then I drill through your grill

Like a dentist,

my apprentice speaks with a vengeance

Demented scientists count bodies

inside the trenches

That's judges off the benches,

got inches for y'all wenches

We plant those hot seeds

then drove in cold winters

No matter what the weather,

we be getting our cheddar

So we can have a better tomorrow

Oh, money, cars, superstars,

getting ours, working hard

For a better tomorrow

See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat

So you rather pursue death

than admit defeat

See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat

So you rather pursue death

than admit defeat

No matter what the weather,

we be getting our cheddar

So we can have a better tomorrow

Oh, money, cars, superstars,

getting ours, working hard

For a better tomorrow

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