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Rza

<font size="1"><b>(feat. Beretta 9)
<i>[Intro: Beretta 9]
car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress
37 between 106th
we got a possible homicide
all cars, all cars, we got a situation down

<i>[RZA]
Aiyo, toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
Ya'll bitches want beef, son, you got it
Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob Diz-noc
Plex on the K.B., son, you get shiz-not
Right in your hiz-ead, you'll be diz-ed
Don't front on this nigga, I'mma from New York Ci-zey!
Ya'll butter pec', make my nuts weak
Have me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter speak
Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
Butter pec', make my nutter weak
And ya'll crabs down south, you ain't got a clue
How it feel to slip in that papi chino power u
White Cadillac truc