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mathematics - clap 2010 lyrics

[intro: raekwon]
we gon’, we gon’, we gon’, we gon’
we gon’ what? collect collect, n-gga, and network
that’s the part of the game, that’s the part of the game, that n-ggas
never understood
about what the f-ck we stand for, you know what i mean?
i got your babies, n-gga, i got i got i got everything, n-gga
you know what time it is, n-gga, teach the deadly darts, you hear me
you hear me?

[raekwon]
aiyo, call it the hollow bone syndrome line
select sweet nine, face this, watch his whole face lift
bracelets, murder n-ggas, luxurious, banks i was drapped
caked out, half a million dollars in coats
flows is genetic, the corleone connection in all
selection, stock brokers with coats on
make c0ke suggestion, all twin glizzies
fireman, gucci boots on, sideways action, murder n-ggas fear me yo
cash that he did clinton, rentin his mother crib out
we send organize the bill of rights get lid
drugs that hendrix was on, convesatin like the dutch
richie conaway, goodfellas who honor rae
flows that blow thru your roll and holand
everybody now, trip up n-ggas, in cl!cks we posin rhyme black
half the year, half my n-ggas sittin upstairs
takin pictures of ya n-ggas wack gear
nikes that leap up in trees, big guns and big v’s
in front of your mother building, all knees, yo
spread mercy on ’em, get to moving like, big percy on ’em
coming (thunder, get around that)

[ghostface k!llah]
porcealin floors with a dog named ginger
bottle cap n-ggas that rhyme, we the winners
then slide thru your hood in hoods
me, cliff, patrick, gary grice and my man c. woods
holdin up gorilla, two n-ggas got a hold that sh-t
one shot and ya mans on it
the little kids watch from down the block
jury box, murder hop, six stash botch, fit hit the ran spots
spit at the statue with cash and throw dough at it
f-ck b-tches raw, why? cuz i’m a pro at it
big birds danglin, cameras sn-tch, flash and pop from every angle and
2000 mark damian

[method man]
i drink till i’m drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin -ss, smell the funk
eekin out the pours, c-m stain, sh-tty drawers
p-ssin down ya elevators shaft, no cl-ss, writin graf’ on ya walls
it be us, f-ck ya law, n-ggas my cause is “because”
no yin to my yang, it’s a black thing
used to be in chains, now we sn-tch chains
took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y’all
pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?
ya down with the syndrome: retarted
i think it was them swordsmen, place them chess pieces on the boards and
take it to square, this ain’t no yacub affair
or a new world disorder, got us, f-ckin the coal miner daughter
that y’all, but not us

[chorus: ghostface k!llah (u-god)]
(big sh-t, thunder) get around that

- mathematics lyrics

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