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Artist :Wu-Tang Clan
Album :Wu-Tang Forever (Disc One)
Title :

Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours

Shake them niggaz
Scary hours no money outsmash the Guinness Stout
Play the outfieldLucilleswitched cracks on shields
She's a rich fiendsacrifice her famshift them niggaz
to QueensGuess jeans she charged thirty-five beans
Hit the cell phoneregulate with well known tone
A Wally kingpinwho also slam and strike edition
WhattupCorleone smoke the bone Tone phone me
Whattup he tried to slang thereaddress him with chrome only
Grady with the gray beardtransport for him
Rockin Nike at? Rastafarianburgpipin that
Switchin Benzesten carat nigga with gold lenses
Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk
You wanna pull a heistdraw guns and robberies
You wanna rock repstep in yellow Wallabies
Names arraignedthe century foxlittle glocks
Them niggaz with stockswail on your blocks
Rich lifestylespoiled like an ordinary white child
But right nowSon is still shineshed light now
Breakdownliquidate Godfuck it grab the nickel plate
Spencer for Hiretension when we mention Dryer
He's a slave copbehave pop
Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat
at the Purple Haze spot

[Method Man]
I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh
when we was starvinduckin five-ohpayin em dues
Times is hard in the slums I'm fromthey got us barred in
We warrin and cage dodginrippin and robbin
Got the NARC sabotaginslippin cracks in
your camoflouginnow you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggaz can't pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad intentionand Wu-Wear garment
So I see no need to mentionthe potency
of a sting from a killa beekickin the battery
out the back of them wisecracks
Distorted for your get high you hijack
These friendly skies ain't for youthey for me and mine
This the year of the grimy niggaragtime
Keep these niggaz on the runpeep my Clan emblem
Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from

Catch us swimmin with these sharks nowyou rap villains
(I feel the same way you niggaz feelin)
We feel the same way you feelinlet it be known (let it be known)
*together* What the blood clot you niggaz dealinyou crash dummies
Cash rulesstill don't nuttin move but the money

Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair
Billy Johnsonsnatched him out his whip in Times Square
Took his Pumasnameplatedude lost weight
Summer eighty-eightstarted a fightthat can't wait
Ask Dorothysame kid pussy up in Marsey
Blazin that Tad Rossiup in the Marquis
He lost like a hundred ouncesJake rushed his houses
Had him on the porchass no trousers
This souped upindividual stuckthe new stuff
Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner
Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style
Before he left he flashin his face like Denzel
Richard Dale took his Beaveroff the wall pullin his whip
Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater
His shape-up was all fucked upas he had me laughin
God you see how he was laid outin the grass
with dirt in his mouthSlim woke him up told him he wild out
Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out
Big bolostackin his shit financed a Volvo
He copped his shit from a smallcoffeeshop in SoHo
He still pussyhe sell his dust up on the Lower East
Posin like he rappin out...


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