Tar Pit

Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)[U-God]Blood money mercenaries, think you can muscle Wu?It's a foot race, who can out-hustle who?Hip hop junkie flunky, monkey see, monkey doGreat minds connect like mobster ringsSit back, let me do my, Sinatra thingI'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame, on the wall is the plaquesOld ball and chain, I named her Madam XShe love big cannons, sex unprotectedYou better respect it, kid, we 'bout to set tripYou get ya neck ripped, eyeballs are scopingI don't sell crack, I sell dopiumCatch him at the podium, nah, he moving too fastProfessor X, behind the bulletproof glassYou need a Wu pass, a bag of that highEasy with the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy[Hook: Method Man (George Clinton)]Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)[Cappadonna]We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC'sWe grind everyday and we hustle for cheeseGot our face on the front of CD's, we off the hookW.T.C. y'all soft and shookY'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAMAnd back heads down every time we singGive us a hundred grand for a show, let us rockFor more money, more chicks, more private stock[Streetlife]They call me Streetlife, slap the tasteOut ya mug, know ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya faceThrow a slug, catch a caseMeanwhile, beat trial, back on that cash cowGetting CREAM, however, a street brother know howPoint blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot, I got bankPass the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em with the showshotterPeace to my ala mater, Wu-Tang block scholarsNever settle for less, promoters pay us top dollar[Hook: Method Man (George Clinton)]Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)[Outro: George Clinton]The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggaz all'll quitTalking that short dick shit, we was s'posed to be coolOnly the clue's on the other end of the stickSomebody let the monkeys out the cageOver-crowded police blood bamboo bimboChickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodratSomebody let the monkeys out the cageBarney here is down to a feeding dreadlockArmpit like two Buckwheat's in a headlockMacy Gray's hair between your leg lockSomebody let the monkeys out the cageYa mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her backSomebody let the monkeys out the cageSomebody let the monkeys out the cage{*coughs*} This shit is strong, god damn, what you got in there?Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimboChickenhead skeezer crackhead hoodratSomebody let the monkeys out the cageYa mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her backCalabama niggaz all'll quitTalking that short dick shitSpeak up, no loud speaker but I'm speaking loudVenacular ass kicking, truth got there in crowdShit, they call me the lethal lipThe linguistic, full metal jacket of venacular ballisticShooting out at the mouth without Chap or BlistecHere's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk diaper rashI'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point tongueDum dum, pow, shot from gattling gumsHooked on phonics, packing a vicious vocabularyMalicious, with malice and mayhemFuck a dictionary, give me the mic and I'll slayThem and literally poetic symptomsPissing me the fuck off, missing me with that shitI stick a venacular foot so far up in ya assYou won't be able to pass verbal gasSo far in ya ass that one of my knees will rise so far above ya headAnd you drown of a poetic ass kickingLeaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal hangnailThat hung on my big toe, as I flow upwardKicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear some?Tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breathCavity in ya best rhyme, and I'm the access on the restCall me the proverbial verbal menacing dentistWith the drill, I got lyrical skillsI could perform oral root canalsIt's unwise to fuck with meKick ya wisdom teeth down ya throatLeaving you to chokeOn where it hurts, unspoken vocalsTying down ya vocal cord and windpipe tightWith toe jamming and ya mothafucking hemmoroidsFuck the dumb shit...