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buddha monk - gots like come on thru lyrics

[intro: buddha monk, (ol’ dirty b-st-rd)]
ahahahaha
minds start to freeze, at ease
its the wu-tang k!lla beez
brooklyn zu, where we roll, manchuz
comin at yo’ avenuez
36 chambers at a theater near ya
(to all my m-th-f-ckin n-ggas in the place to be
and lllllast man to me)
we gon’ take hip hop to anotha level

[hook: buddha monk & ol’ dirty b-st-rd]
wu, gots like come on through
su, that’s the call of the wu
zu, gots like come on through
su, that’s the call for the zu

[hook: buddha monk & ol’ dirty b-st-rd]
if your from the east coast and
you’re down with brooklyn zu
su, that’s the call for your crew
if your from the west coast and
you’re down with brooklyn zu
su, that’s the call for your crew

[buddha monk]
yo, i make myself official with the 7-dotted temple
and the knowledge procedes to take off like emmitt’s missle
its the rapfire comin from this lord, monk and sire
cut like barbfire, ka-boom, just raise your hands higher
i get off even if its battle or war, yall n-ggas hit the floor
and word is bond, it still prescibes laws, hate the allegations
so, i slam on this station with motivation and watch out for the zu
domination
we could take it to anotha level, glock-block that k!lls treble
honey rebels, and all y’all n-ggas betta end up in f-ckin’ belleview
yo, i mean that, i’m a god and i cut you no slack
you wanna act, then i attack and just split your wig back
your some lame -ss n-gga rockin’ tommy hilfiger
with 3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger
and all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the -ss-ssination
you betta check up with your still and just watch the zu nation

[hook]

[drunken dragon – zu manchuz]
now take this, i hit you with the drunken dragon fist
got the funk for your mind leaving n-ggas in bliss
i look deep into your eyes, diggin in your soul
pullin’ out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold
i know exactly what your thinking, i wait for you to blink
and i hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking
i send your wack -ss back to cl-ss, learn something
so you can peep the real sh-t, and you can stop fronting
on your phoney block, with your phoney glock until you slip
when n-ggas burn the drama they put teks on your lips
hey son, i just thought about that sh-t
and you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the d-ck
the drunken dragon, comin’ at you
and if i hear you say brooklyn zu, i say “yo, who you?” cuz

[hook]

[buddha monk]
back the f-ck up before i use my gat
spray two to your neck and four to your back
it’s the hardcore warrior, straight from medina
look on my face it shows, no one meaner
brooklyn zu k!lla bees on the swarm
i be in your area so sound the alarm (suuuu)
monks in the front know not to f-ckin’ drunk
knocking down n-ggas, and the girl sees the lump
sh-t is real, yes i’m hittin’ hard like steel
i’m comin’ through your town so it’s best that you peel
for real, yes i get dirty with my sk!ll
no slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up
n-ggas, your crazy, i leave no f-ckin’ traces
when i put it on that -ss you’ll be disintegrated
crazy lunatic with the style that’s sick
somebody in my clique is bound to set a pick
your hit, by this trife sh-t that i fix
i’m just like the devil, i don’t play no tricks, cuz

[hook]

[outro: buddha monk, (ol’ dirty b-st-rd)]
1-1-2, 4-4-1 frankin av
peace, to my n-gga wack
(its all good, its all bad
dirty runs for the mayor next year, finally
you’ll neva see meeeeeee)
zu zu zu zu zu zu zu
suuuuuuuuuuu!!

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