Lirik Lagu Little Ghetto Boys - Wu-Tang Clan F/ CappaDonna
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[Raekwon] Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within[Rakeem] Word up, niggaz is stupid[Cappa] Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops[Raekwon] Yo it was on last year Son[Rakeem] Huh? Fuck them cops[Ghost] Word[Raekwon] Scrape them niggaz[Raekwon] Niggaz want two hundred grand over the table[Ghost] Like this[Raekwon] That shit looks pretty[Rakeem] Yo[Ghost] I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind[Raekwon] Pass the weed off man *inhale*[Ghost] think they could come f, they could fuck wit this Dunn[Rakeem] Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck*cop's walkie talkie is heard*[Raekwon] Mike's was crystal, erythang[Rakeem] other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigga*cop's walkie talkie still babbling*[Method] Aiyyo you got a light?[THE PIG] Excuse me can you put that out please?[Method] Oh shit[Raekwon] For what? For what?[Method] Jiggy[THE PIG] Could you please put that out?[Raekwon] For what? I ain't puttin..[THE PIG] Put the shit out now![Raekwon] I ain't puttin shit out!![THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!*everything gets chaotic*[THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!![Rakeem] The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch![Raekwon] Slap fire out![THE PIG] Oh no no no no no no no[Raekwon] Get your shit right[THE PIG] Get what?[Raekwon] We gonna swerve on these niggaz one time that's my word*music fades in*"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility"[Raekwon] That's comin from Louis Rich[Raekwon] Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months agoWhattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch goWhy you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wearNigga save that, the same shit you had it last yearYou be runnin with them outsidersThat shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick ridersYour Mac is big, got a little grip, yoYou think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga saidRemember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set upShut up, whole fam want the science and the letterIt got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me"You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to meYo that shit you had in VegasYo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitorHair sa-laundry and Shorty like KaranHer fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front onOctavia with all the ice on, yoShe own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple lifeMarry a Son who got baked, it coulda beenfor a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite herShit is fucked up when they got us yoShe fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown"..face responsiblity"She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street"
Verse Two: CappaDonna
Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrongTalk what you talk but twist the real songWhen it comes down to this, not a licensed driverShow y'all niggaz whose style is more liverThis is not a act this is more actual factNuttin but experience placed upon trackwith the true sound, not lyin out the crownWhen we not workin we hardly be aroundYeah see the light, right now we could fightYou not a real brother you just a fake typethat get on the mic then, throw your clicheHalf the East coast soundin just like RaeIf you a Gambino, give credit to the flowIf you not a part of this kid act like you knowFuck the studio, Cappachino the greatFly cherry head niggaz like planes out of stateI ain't friends with you, only my CD hit youIf you want some then stop frontin is the issueIt's my turn, live niggaz could passTwo-face-ted rappers push they shit lastStraight off the edge, into the rubbishPeep my new style fuck Cristal and MoetI drink Evian water while my thoughts get published
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streetsWhat you gonna do when you grow up..."
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streetsWhat you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
*35 seconds of instrumental pass until the martial arts samples*
One is invulnerable, in factit involves strenuous breath controlOut of all techniques, it's the most difficultThe human body has a hundred and eight pressure pointsThirty-six of these can be fatalThe remainder, paralyzing
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months agoWhattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch goWhy you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wearNigga save that, the same shit you had it last yearYou be runnin with them outsidersThat shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick ridersYour Mac is big, got a little grip, yoYou think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga saidRemember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set upShut up, whole fam want the science and the letterIt got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me"You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to meYo that shit you had in VegasYo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitorHair sa-laundry and Shorty like KaranHer fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front onOctavia with all the ice on, yoShe own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple lifeMarry a Son who got baked, it coulda beenfor a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite herShit is fucked up when they got us yoShe fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown"..face responsiblity"She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street"
Verse Two: CappaDonna
Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrongTalk what you talk but twist the real songWhen it comes down to this, not a licensed driverShow y'all niggaz whose style is more liverThis is not a act this is more actual factNuttin but experience placed upon trackwith the true sound, not lyin out the crownWhen we not workin we hardly be aroundYeah see the light, right now we could fightYou not a real brother you just a fake typethat get on the mic then, throw your clicheHalf the East coast soundin just like RaeIf you a Gambino, give credit to the flowIf you not a part of this kid act like you knowFuck the studio, Cappachino the greatFly cherry head niggaz like planes out of stateI ain't friends with you, only my CD hit youIf you want some then stop frontin is the issueIt's my turn, live niggaz could passTwo-face-ted rappers push they shit lastStraight off the edge, into the rubbishPeep my new style fuck Cristal and MoetI drink Evian water while my thoughts get published
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streetsWhat you gonna do when you grow up..."
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streetsWhat you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
*35 seconds of instrumental pass until the martial arts samples*
One is invulnerable, in factit involves strenuous breath controlOut of all techniques, it's the most difficultThe human body has a hundred and eight pressure pointsThirty-six of these can be fatalThe remainder, paralyzing
