Wu-Tang Clan, George Clinton, Cappadonna, Streetlife - Tar Pit lyrics
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)
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 do
Great minds connect like mobster rings
Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra thing
I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame
On the wall is the plaques
Old ball and chain, I named her Madam X
She love big cannons, sex unprotected
You better respect it, kid
We 'bout to set trip
You get ya neck ripped, eyeballs are scoping
I don't sell crack, I sell dopium
Catch him at the podium, nah
He moving too fast
Professor X, behind the bulletproof glass
You need a Wu pass, a bag of that high
Easy with the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp
(1-2-3-4)
We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's
We grind everyday and we hustle for cheese
Got our face on the front of CD's
We off the hook wTC y'all soft and shook
Y'all not built like the Cuban
Linx Clan that get CREAM
And back heads down every time we sing
Give us a hundred grand for a show
Let us rock for more money, more chicks
More private stock
They call me Streetlife, slap the taste
Out ya mug, know ya place, you ain't thug
Fix ya face throw a slug, catch a case
Meanwhile, beat trial, back on that cash cow
Getting CREAM, however
A street brother know how
Point blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot
I got bank pass the rock, my hand's hot
Hit 'em with the showshotter
Peace to my ala mater, Wu Tang block scholars
Never settle for less
Promoters pay us top dollar
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)
The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggas all'll quit
Talking that short dick shit
We was s'posed to be cool
Only the clue's on the other end of the stick
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Barney here is down to a feeding dreadlock
Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a headlock
Macy Gray's hair between your leg lock
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed
When she cry tears roll down her back
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Coughs This shit is strong, god damn
What you got in there?
Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead skeezer crackhead hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed
When she cry tears roll down her back
Calabama niggas all'll quit
Talking that short dick shit speak up
No loud speaker but I'm speaking loud
Venacular ass kicking
Truth got there in crowd
Shit, they call me the lethal lip
The linguistic
Full metal jacket of venacular ballistic
Shooting out at the mouth
Without Chap or Blistec here's a mothafucka
I didn't flunk diaper rash
I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked
Hollow point tongue
Dum dum, pow, shot from gattling gums
Hooked on phonics
Packing a vicious vocabulary
Malicious, with malice and mayhem
Fuck a dictionary
Give me the mic and I'll slay
Them and literally poetic symptoms
Pissing me the fuck off
Missing me with that shit
I stick a venacular foot so far up in ya ass
You won't be able to pass verbal gas
So far in ya ass that one of my
Knees will rise so far above ya head
And you drown of a poetic ass kicking
Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs
From a verbal hangnail
That hung on my big toe, as I flow upward
Kicking yo on ya eardrum
You wanna hear some?
Tap dance on ya tonsils
Leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath
Cavity in ya best rhyme
And I'm the access on the rest
Call me the proverbial
Verbal menacing dentist
With the drill, I got lyrical skills
I could perform oral root canals
It's unwise to fuck with me
Kick ya wisdom teeth down ya throat
Leaving you to choke
On where it hurts, unspoken vocals
Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight
With toe jamming and
Ya mothafucking hemmoroids
Fuck the dumb shit
(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)
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 do
Great minds connect like mobster rings
Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra thing
I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame
On the wall is the plaques
Old ball and chain, I named her Madam X
She love big cannons, sex unprotected
You better respect it, kid
We 'bout to set trip
You get ya neck ripped, eyeballs are scoping
I don't sell crack, I sell dopium
Catch him at the podium, nah
He moving too fast
Professor X, behind the bulletproof glass
You need a Wu pass, a bag of that high
Easy with the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp
(1-2-3-4)
We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's
We grind everyday and we hustle for cheese
Got our face on the front of CD's
We off the hook wTC y'all soft and shook
Y'all not built like the Cuban
Linx Clan that get CREAM
And back heads down every time we sing
Give us a hundred grand for a show
Let us rock for more money, more chicks
More private stock
They call me Streetlife, slap the taste
Out ya mug, know ya place, you ain't thug
Fix ya face throw a slug, catch a case
Meanwhile, beat trial, back on that cash cow
Getting CREAM, however
A street brother know how
Point blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot
I got bank pass the rock, my hand's hot
Hit 'em with the showshotter
Peace to my ala mater, Wu Tang block scholars
Never settle for less
Promoters pay us top dollar
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)
The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggas all'll quit
Talking that short dick shit
We was s'posed to be cool
Only the clue's on the other end of the stick
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Barney here is down to a feeding dreadlock
Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a headlock
Macy Gray's hair between your leg lock
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed
When she cry tears roll down her back
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Coughs This shit is strong, god damn
What you got in there?
Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead skeezer crackhead hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed
When she cry tears roll down her back
Calabama niggas all'll quit
Talking that short dick shit speak up
No loud speaker but I'm speaking loud
Venacular ass kicking
Truth got there in crowd
Shit, they call me the lethal lip
The linguistic
Full metal jacket of venacular ballistic
Shooting out at the mouth
Without Chap or Blistec here's a mothafucka
I didn't flunk diaper rash
I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked
Hollow point tongue
Dum dum, pow, shot from gattling gums
Hooked on phonics
Packing a vicious vocabulary
Malicious, with malice and mayhem
Fuck a dictionary
Give me the mic and I'll slay
Them and literally poetic symptoms
Pissing me the fuck off
Missing me with that shit
I stick a venacular foot so far up in ya ass
You won't be able to pass verbal gas
So far in ya ass that one of my
Knees will rise so far above ya head
And you drown of a poetic ass kicking
Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs
From a verbal hangnail
That hung on my big toe, as I flow upward
Kicking yo on ya eardrum
You wanna hear some?
Tap dance on ya tonsils
Leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath
Cavity in ya best rhyme
And I'm the access on the rest
Call me the proverbial
Verbal menacing dentist
With the drill, I got lyrical skills
I could perform oral root canals
It's unwise to fuck with me
Kick ya wisdom teeth down ya throat
Leaving you to choke
On where it hurts, unspoken vocals
Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight
With toe jamming and
Ya mothafucking hemmoroids
Fuck the dumb shit
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