Wu-Tang Clan, Nathaniel - Ron O'Neal lyrics

Coach, put me in the game i'm for real
For them peoples tryna to put
Me in them chains
Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame
We can even load it and cock it
And put it in they brains
I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain
Kill yourself
I know killers that'll do it for some change
These veterans is slipping
They ain't doing it the same i don't slip
Set a pick and put a shooter in your lane
Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range
But I ain't tryna shoot it with you rappers
I'll just shoot it at your dame
Y'all never should have threw me in the game
Found a new word for weed, that was so mean
I threw it in my name

My song banging loud on the
Block like arms spraying the law hating
Warring like Blacks and Caucasians
God versus Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg waiting
Letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by
Spotting his love
Hold the mic like a 38 muzzle to snub
This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove
Above rap, capital Gs speak on the facts
Please believe that
Meaning that I keep it a stack
He's back, he a beast on the track
The only time that I go soft is
Probably with your freak in the sack
Feel the bass make sure
He shake, murder verse, first forty-eight
Manslaughter, nearly caught a case
I crack heads more than base
Stack bread when I orchestrate
That said y'all the bass

No matter what the weather
We be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours
Working hard for a better tomorrow

I seen niggas sniff coke
Through a crazy straw
Come out they shirts sweating bullets
With the Bobby Brown jaw dry mouth
Grinding back and forth plus
He's steaming a Newport
We all holding the torch
Few staircase murders
Some burners don't blam right
Guns that kicked around the wall
You better stand tight
Full of X, AKs, whiling in lobbys
Bulletproof PJs
Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ
CSI traumatized by viewing the instant replay
SpongeBob niggas get scars nigga
I'm off style in any section of the
Hood I'll pull your car nigga

No matter what the weather
We be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours
Working hard for a better tomorrow

See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat
See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat

I used to be so narcissistic
Park the whip and spark the biscuit's
Spit hollow tipped shells at
The Narcs with quickness
Live to tell the tale cause
Only God's my witness
Been a long time, change gonna come son
I'm optimistic
I hold the steel like Ron O'Neal
Super fly, do or die, Killah Hill
Brownsville
Never ran, never will, yes I can, yes I will
Put a dot upon your knot then
I drill through your grill like a dentist
My apprentice speaks with a vengeance
Demented scientists count bodies
Inside the trenches
That's judges off the benches
Got inches for y'all wenches
We plant those hot seeds that
Grow in cold winters

No matter what the weather
We be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours
Working hard for a better tomorrow

See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat
See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat