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reba mcentire - state of grace lyrics

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[intro: tony montana “scarface” sample]
it’s those guys, man
it’s the f-cking bankers, the politicians
they the ones, don’t wanna make c-ke illegal
so they can make the f-cking money
and then they get the f-cking votes
you fighting the bad guys, they the bad guys!

[intro: rza (raekwon)]
trash… yes!
(and close the f-cking door, man) wu-tang!
(f-cking idiots, man) aiyo, chef, bodododododododododododo…
(stand… sh-t man, f-ck these motherf-ckers, come on, man)
n-gg- what!

[raekwon]
cream vanquish, my queen keeps it’s stainless
cracks and brussels, scr-w-ng everything famous
love to hustle, my ring, call it big ur-n-s
cats that scuffle, crawl on you and break fingers
that’s what’s up, some saw me in them bone rangers
me and my homey, we bought like forty things up
long as you owe me, you won’t get a d-mn thing, son
shoot off your kangol, while you in the plane, fronting
stop, admire me, ya’ll should of fired me
cause when i come back, it’s me and my diary
none of that bullsh-t, few men got tired of me
my n-gg-z is wrong, they hated, and they lied to me
explain the saga, f-ck yo, your chain liver
f-ck the blinging, have my money by five, to me
ya’ll ‘pose to bring it, f-ck you and your whole variety
i’m bringing my hammers, i beat it like, five to three

[chorus: raekwon]
jealous -ss n-gg-z can’t see they man prosper
they’d rather see me in a broke down f-ckin’ mazda
don’t disrespect me, son, you will get popped up
my resume’s off the hook, now, check mi casa
yeah, call it, what you wanna call it
my bread is larger, n-gg-, you can never spoil it
thought you was loyal, now a n-gg- can’t support you
blastin’ you up, and off me, now you look rewarded

[raekwon]
what’s that smell? rat p-ss and possum p-ssy
b-tch don’t yell, i’m not impressed, don’t push me
i’m back with some haters, they wipe sh-t and blast p-ss-es up
bl–dy ya blazer, take all your man cush weed
yeah, i’m coming just to claim a t-tle
rap is boring, n-gg-z need another idol
when i’m gone, just let off like forty rifles
aiming at rappers, biting off the god’s bible
i destroy you, lyrically, i spit oil
this is war, you can never escape, conio
ya’ll some lamesters, never seen a yard soiled
when it’s on, now we gon’ see who’s loyal
yeah, yeah, i’m coming, yo, to get it from you
place that crown in the garbage, or you sitting on
a few things mattered, you was just a corner don
that got shot dead like malcolm in the audubon

[chorus]



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