Little Ghetto Boys - Wu-Tang Clan

[Raekwon] Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within
[Rakeem] Word up, n_ggaz is stupid
[Cappa] Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops
[Raekwon] Yo it was on last year Son
[Rakeem] Huh? F_ck them cops
[Ghost] Word
[Raekwon] Scrape them n_ggaz
[Raekwon] N_ggaz want two hundred grand over the table
[Ghost] Like this
[Raekwon] That sh_t looks pretty
[Rakeem] Yo
[Ghost] I don't know what the f_ck made em in they own mind
[Raekwon] Pass the weed off man [*inhale*]
[Ghost] think they could come f, they could f_ck wit this Dunn
[Rakeem] Yo G, the Mexican n_ggaz is definitely buggin the f_ck
[*cop's walkie talkie is heard*]
[Raekwon] Mike's was crystal, erythang
[Rakeem] other Mexicans be all the f_ck up on your sh_t n_gga
[*cop's walkie talkie still babbling*]
[Method] Aiyyo you got a light?
[THE PIG] Excuse me can you put that out please?
[Method] Oh sh_t
[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 sh_t out now!
[Raekwon] I ain't puttin sh_t out!!
[*everything gets chaotic*]
[Rakeem] The f_ckin b_tch? Get that b_tch!
[Raekwon] Slap fire out!
[THE PIG] Oh no no no no no no no
[Raekwon] Get your sh_t right
[THE PIG] Get what?
[Raekwon] We gonna swerve on these n_ggaz 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 b_tch go
Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear
N_gga save that, the same sh_t you had it last year
You be runnin with them outsiders
That sh_t is f_cked up yo, we never turn to d_ck riders
Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo
You think that sh_t gon live what he did -- what this n_gga said
Remember when his mans got there, the whole sh_t was set up
Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter
It got back to me some n_ggaz in Medina askin me
"You know some n_ggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me
Yo that sh_t 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
Sh_t is f_cked 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 n_ggaz 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 n_ggaz 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
F_ck the studio, Cappachino the great
Fly cherry head n_ggaz 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 n_ggaz could pass
Two-face-ted rappers push they sh_t last
Straight off the edge, into the rubbish
Peep my new style f_ck 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

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