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sule & black soprano family - wu-sopranos lyrics

[intro: sule]
uh, yo nyckles, every time you send some sh+t, i swear to god this sh+t is heat
i told my n++++ benny “you give a n++++ like me the opportunity you already know where i’ma take it,” you heard?

[verse 1: sule]
i told myself that i’d become a millionaire when i was in the 2nd grade
refuse to be a retrograde
they said that it was hard to see my vision, they was pepper sprayed
we hit the jeweler, let the nеw chain dance
my n+++++ feelin’ like the wu+tang clan
you see thе ghostface up on the royce, it’s odb— so stay calm
masta k!lla microphone— what i’m spittin’ is napalm (facts)
take a shot at you, god/u+god, my delivery stays strong
need the method? i’m the one that could chef it like raekwon, n++++ (woo)
witnessin’ this type of sight and it’s scary
you’re selling your soul for instagram likes and amiris (what?)
if we initiate the hit guarantee you fall tonight
spray the draco all in his face like charleston white, n++++
sunny weather, got my shades on (what?)
n+++++ sayin’ “welcome back,” had to get my mase on (what else?)
b+tch, i found my calling in the booth, that’s a payphone
hold up, wait… run that sh+t back
their lyin’ in their rapper songs, feelin’ like graduation and get their cappin’ on (what else?)
they scrutinize so they watch like kid like a chaperone (what else?)
your b+tch up in this new mercedes givin’ massive dome (what else?)
i push a b+tton, she gon’ blow it like a saxophone (ha)
they always tell me keep my enemies close
the ones you breakin’ bread with’ll come and hit you with toast
give you the scope, you starin’ at the grim reaper
‘cause rico k!lled mitch and if you a b+tch, well, tasha k!lled ‘keisha
posted in brooklyn with the wu like i was gza and rza
get sent and delivered, they label me the pick of the litter
introduce me as the goat of this sh+t ‘cause i’m via next
from buffalo to jersey, my n++++, it’s bsf
[verse 2: fuego base]
uh, f+ck rap, i’m hidin’ meth in vans
cook it like raekwon and i can charge you for the method man (uh)
i only rap ‘cause the flow great
sh+t, i’d rather get birds on the arm like ghostface
my momma told me you god/u+god in the physical
that was ‘round the time when rza was bobby digital
designer all drippy and the coat’s furry (uh)
but i still know welfare like ol’ dirty (facts)
heard the brain was g+nius and the hoe curvy
but i won’t inspectah deck ‘cause the hoe dirty (uh)
it’s gotham 400 and that’s true blue
my other gang b$f, we the new wu

[verse 3: inspectah deck]
boss reputation, i’m speakin’ on speculation
sayin’ bsf is next, that ain’t even a conversation
i’m surgical, i leave n+++++ needin’ an operation
i hit the butcher shop now we feedin’ the population
wu+sopranos strike more chords than two pianos
supplyin’ that fuego base for that luciano
salute my capos, only movin’ with true hermanos
island b+tches strippin’ inside of the new condo
these rappers know whats up, plus, they phony as f+ck
trust, ask who be f+ckin’ sh+t up, it’s only us
yo, 100 cities, no, hold up
load the bus, johnny p took the caddy so we rollin’ the truck
i put family on the arm, for y’all, i’m chargin’ higher figures
speedin’ past in the g+class bumpin’ sky’s the limit
a liable hitter, you won’t find a n++++
i wrote this thought in a porsche that i bought when i signed to rza

- sule black soprano family lyrics

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