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Текст песни WU-TANG CLAN - '97 Mentality

Cappadonna]Yo! It's the burial ground sound, Dunn! It's real out hereStaten Island puttin chills in y'all niggazForever in it.. yoMy devastatin hot '97 Mentality( )
Keep me on point for my four-digit salaryHeavyweight lyric never lost one calorieI'm soon to be seen, on the TV screenGambino Cappacino to the Afro SheenStay black, where I'm at, high road to rap councilSplash love to Wu in a orderly tonsilNever limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixinBrutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermissionRap's under siege, held tight like a squeezeForced in the world 'Donna nuclear freezeThrough the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def SquadRuckus a whirlpool in the rap entourageIf you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers My word of mouth it's all real wigs might peelLivin large and in charge branch out Bon VoyageTwenty-four diamond government named GodAlias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to killCircle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin largeAuntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me downAIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronounMethod forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from undergroundRealizin food for thought is self-compromisinShaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizinBlue do what he do to keep that currency risinHopin I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheelInstead of catchin bodies, niggaz not keepin it realDirtball niggaz that steal cake from storesThat's my type of niggaz I be wantin on my toursCan't help it, my styles stay fat like RoseanneRuckus in the square I stay rough like the ClanPanther on my arm, pen and pad in my handPunk motherfuckers better beware of the ShaolinDefy interactive project Children of the CornGats and my man keep em bustin till he's goneStyle so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn'Donna come through everyday my uniformchanges and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitchesCrackhead niggaz get stitchesSo what up with that kid, danger when I attack kidWatch how the slang hits you, just like the fat kidForm another pyramid, look how we slidAll over Park Hill, Stapleton politicon a twenty dollar bill all in it togetherYou can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean?[Ghostface]To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard

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