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2nd generation wu - guess who? lyrics

[inf3rknow + ghostface k!llah sample]
agh
agh
aww sh+t
snuck through the back door, guess who they s+
snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?
snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?
the greatest of all, you know, the most hated of all

[verse 1: intell + inf3rknow]
my intro is nutmeg on sat+rday night
stay true till we made it, stroke of death with the knife
this is light, like what enters my life when i write or recite
all the knowledge i’ve learned over flights and i’m hype
my fam untied over the mic
what a sight, this for y’all but really it’s nothing nice
what a price you gotta pay, giving energy from your life
but i will not complain cause i pray for this every night
check
morgan on my t+shirt, but i ain’t come to college just to pass
before i hit my class, i gotta hit my weed first
i do it at my leisure, she like the way i’m rapping
good wood so i told her keep it polished till her knees hurt
f+ck it, she like to research, get it together
ask around, they know my name, i prolly hit the professors
i ain’t never have to lie if i ain’t sit in attendance
i got a show, i gotta go and i ain’t sit for the lectures
you want it?
[verse 2: intell + inf3rknow]
she in the bed, shaved legs, this is how we do it
rough ride to bed then she hit the booth for the movement (bars)
i go berserk and i’m certain with every line (say what?)
the badmon shares equivalence with her mind (boom)
passing all the snakes who mistakenly try to climb (huh)
hear the voice, get moist, don’t play with me or my dime (never)
how could i, touch a classic like this with honour?
cause my momma was the one he was talking bout in pyjamas (c’mon)
she want a dime? hit my line, wanna vic? hit my b+tch up
pay that because she stay strapped on the pick up
i really had to gain more smash and never glitched up
kept the dope around but never on for any slip ups
this is how we move on campus, may stickups
involuntary from the diaphram like a hiccup
yeah, i’m talking you and your man, get your sh+t up
if you ain’t got money to give me then give your b+tch up
i’m done talking, f+ck rapping, what’s cautious?
tuition for serving them n+ggas, was done often
never sold wholesale, n+gga i crunched all em
i’ve been being so upfront, it’s the blunt talking

[verse 3: pxwer]
fif’
peanut b+tter seats with the chocolate frosting
slide into the function for djs to offer him
feeling like ghost with these pecan wallies
step on my sh+ts to k!ll the whole party
$ha do this
$ha do that
$ha spit crack
when i stepped in, brothers got jacked
gooses on with mean mugs, whole team thugs
heard they got nines and shawty packed up like three snubs
i’m clean as a whistle, mink to the floor sh+t
jewels dripping, sh+ts came straight out the faucets
spilling like hunnid dollar wine, almost lost it
put a red logo on your hat like boston
[chorus: ghostface k!llah sample]
snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?
snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?
snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?
snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?

[outro: pxwer]
yeah
ooo
that’s right
you know who you rocking with
like that
yeah
it’s like that
that groovy sh+t
that funky sh+t
awwwww yeah

- 2nd generation wu lyrics

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