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  • (Asia) Yeah
    (Ghost) Yo, yo Asia, whattup God?
    (Asia) It's the God Wu-Tang ****
    (Ghost) Uh-huh, yeah baby, let's just murder this track
    (Ghost) That's my word
    (Asia) Yeah, Supa Dave West
    (Ghost) Uh-huh, yeah (yeah) aiyyo Lord spank 'em
    (Planet Asia)
    Yo, powerful rap robotic style off chronic to cosmic
    Follow this flow from out the projects
    My shine timeless, clique +Criminal Minded+
    My time spent, knockin out daily assignments
    The capacity of my writtens make y'all ****** look mindless
    In Mortal Kombat, I leave a challenger spineless
    This five-five-nine ****, three strike off
    Dirty cop killer music that the streets can absorb
    Old souls run deep in my pores, your desperation
    predate the Earth, formin the path of civilizations
    Nappy academy, maunfactures the new slang
    My singles be the jingle like, pockets of loose change
    My crew bang to set the mic a-fire with Wu-Tang
    school y'all, Wu-Tang all in your poontang
    Bullies of the block knock, gun in your face
    Run in your house, tie you up and run in your safe
    I'm from a sheisty-ass place where the gangsters dwell
    Crack sellin to rap federal, we takin this mail, what?
    (Chorus: Planet Asia)
    From borough to borough, block to block
    It don't stop like paper when the new **** drop
    To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top
    Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
    From city to city, and coast to coast
    Real ****** in the spot gotta profit the most
    To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top
    Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
    (Ghostface Killah)
    Aiyyo it's Tony the rapper, Starks the ballplayer
    I won't rock Wally 'til they make more flavors
    +Bulletproof Wallets+, take off gators
    And my .22 shotty'll take off faces
    Eighty-eight Pumas, velour laces
    Dusted out in the staircase where {?} pays me
    So many hits I need both stages
    Your two.. your two cars can't touch my four bracelets
    One of the most Williest ****** from Staten
    Ran through Manhattan with Wally's made of satin
    Cherry-pop coppertop ****** rattin, guest what happened?
    Had to end a ***** with the mac-10
    Masquerades, feds ask and raid like
    Raekwon shallah still be in my PJ's
    They knew it was them, plus they saw him do well
    On tour with Theodore Genie actin full ill
    (Chorus)
    (Planet Asia)
    Bust your gun, but I still touch ya son
    I don't run cause a ***** got, dusty lungs
    And when I talk people be like, you must be from
    the N.Y. but them I tell 'em nah I'm straight Californian
    Blunts make me born again, ballin where the Warlords dwell
    I still rank first place in the tournament
    Go 'head, act cocky, and meet your match
    Next time I see you bet you'll be one of the speechless cats
    Voice raspy suddenly all the hoes wanna gas me
    Heard I did a song with Ghost nasty
    My murder rap murder tracks, clean like a cat who dress flashy
    Y'all ****** what's the ass be, they whole style trashy
    Uncut live I got to say one thing
    I'm the hardest workin EVER to step foot, in Chung King
    Unclean, this year, show you who run things
    Dumb things, more than a hundred thousand funding
    (Chorus)
    (Ghostface Killah)
    Yeah, yeah whattup? Ghost Deini, Planet Asia
    Y'all know how we do, straight up
    I got my man Perm meetin me in the booth
    A.C.T., word up, it's like that
    Stark Enterprise, screw y'all
    The W, the Clan, for real
    Hotter than a gun on the sun ************
    Yo...
  • (Asia) Yeah
    (Ghost) Yo, yo Asia, whattup God?
    (Asia) It's the God Wu-Tang ****
    (Ghost) Uh-huh, yeah baby, let's just murder this track
    (Ghost) That's my word
    (Asia) Yeah, Supa Dave West
    (Ghost) Uh-huh, yeah (yeah) aiyyo Lord spank 'em
    (Planet Asia)
    Yo, powerful rap robotic style off chronic to cosmic
    Follow this flow from out the projects
    My shine timeless, clique +Criminal Minded+
    My time spent, knockin out daily assignments
    The capacity of my writtens make y'all ****** look mindless
    In Mortal Kombat, I leave a challenger spineless
    This five-five-nine ****, three strike off
    Dirty cop killer music that the streets can absorb
    Old souls run deep in my pores, your desperation
    predate the Earth, formin the path of civilizations
    Nappy academy, maunfactures the new slang
    My singles be the jingle like, pockets of loose change
    My crew bang to set the mic a-fire with Wu-Tang
    school y'all, Wu-Tang all in your poontang
    Bullies of the block knock, gun in your face
    Run in your house, tie you up and run in your safe
    I'm from a sheisty-ass place where the gangsters dwell
    Crack sellin to rap federal, we takin this mail, what?
    (Chorus: Planet Asia)
    From borough to borough, block to block
    It don't stop like paper when the new **** drop
    To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top
    Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
    From city to city, and coast to coast
    Real ****** in the spot gotta profit the most
    To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top
    Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
    (Ghostface Killah)
    Aiyyo it's Tony the rapper, Starks the ballplayer
    I won't rock Wally 'til they make more flavors
    +Bulletproof Wallets+, take off gators
    And my .22 shotty'll take off faces
    Eighty-eight Pumas, velour laces
    Dusted out in the staircase where {?} pays me
    So many hits I need both stages
    Your two.. your two cars can't touch my four bracelets
    One of the most Williest ****** from Staten
    Ran through Manhattan with Wally's made of satin
    Cherry-pop coppertop ****** rattin, guest what happened?
    Had to end a ***** with the mac-10
    Masquerades, feds ask and raid like
    Raekwon shallah still be in my PJ's
    They knew it was them, plus they saw him do well
    On tour with Theodore Genie actin full ill
    (Chorus)
    (Planet Asia)
    Bust your gun, but I still touch ya son
    I don't run cause a ***** got, dusty lungs
    And when I talk people be like, you must be from
    the N.Y. but them I tell 'em nah I'm straight Californian
    Blunts make me born again, ballin where the Warlords dwell
    I still rank first place in the tournament
    Go 'head, act cocky, and meet your match
    Next time I see you bet you'll be one of the speechless cats
    Voice raspy suddenly all the hoes wanna gas me
    Heard I did a song with Ghost nasty
    My murder rap murder tracks, clean like a cat who dress flashy
    Y'all ****** what's the ass be, they whole style trashy
    Uncut live I got to say one thing
    I'm the hardest workin EVER to step foot, in Chung King
    Unclean, this year, show you who run things
    Dumb things, more than a hundred thousand funding
    (Chorus)
    (Ghostface Killah)
    Yeah, yeah whattup? Ghost Deini, Planet Asia
    Y'all know how we do, straight up
    I got my man Perm meetin me in the booth
    A.C.T., word up, it's like that
    Stark Enterprise, screw y'all
    The W, the Clan, for real
    Hotter than a gun on the sun ************
    Yo...