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    Wu-Tang Clan / Lyrics

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    "Little Ghetto Boys" Lyrics

    Wu-Tang Clan feat. CappaDonna

    Album:
    track 4 on disc 2
    Forever [1997]
    Genre:Hip-Hop
    Duration:00:04:32
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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 ago
    Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go
    Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear
    Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year
    You be runnin with them outsiders
    That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders
    Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo
    You think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga said
    Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up
    Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter
    It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me
    "You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me
    Yo that shit you had in Vegas
    Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor
    Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan
    Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on
    Octavia with all the ice on, yo
    She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life
    Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been
    for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her
    Shit is fucked up when they got us yo
    She 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 wrong
    Talk what you talk but twist the real song
    When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver
    Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver
    This is not a act this is more actual fact
    Nuttin but experience placed upon track
    with the true sound, not lyin out the crown
    When we not workin we hardly be around
    Yeah see the light, right now we could fight
    You not a real brother you just a fake type
    that get on the mic then, throw your cliche
    Half the East coast soundin just like Rae
    If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow
    If you not a part of this kid act like you know
    Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great
    Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state
    I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you
    If you want some then stop frontin is the issue
    It's my turn, live niggaz could pass
    Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last
    Straight off the edge, into the rubbish
    Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet
    I 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 streets
    What 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 streets
    What 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 fact
    it involves strenuous breath control
    Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult
    The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points
    Thirty-six of these can be fatal
    The remainder, paralyzing
    This song was submitted on February 8th, 2008 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Corey Woods, Darryl Robert Hill, Earl Ceasar De Rouen, Edward Howard, Robert F. Diggs.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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