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RZA - Crumblin' Erb lyrics
Yessuh 
 Let me dig into your brain, folks fallin like rain 
 Property got me sellin thangs, guess I'm gon' explain 
 Jane is rolled up, no gangs be throwed up 
 But still Andre got action, they Sweat like Keith, all on my teeth 
 I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinkin that you 
 gots ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this 
 I'm crumblin', no time for fumblin sellin my sacks watchin my back 
 Wettin em up like splish, leavin em in a splash 
 of blood, the clock is tickin niggaz from my block is missin 
 I'm puttin it down like it be hot before we all get shot 
 Got, only so much time in this bastard 
 Bitter be claimin broke but I be sayin they pro-cras-ti-natin 
 Settlin for less, bet' be ready 
 when they roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and 
 youse gone, up outta here for good 
 Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood 
 Yeah, whassup 
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 There's only so much time left in this crazy world 
 I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb 
 Niggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan) 
 I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb 
Verse Two: Big Boi
 So check me out, see 
 Once in a while when niggaz be tryin to test me I gets frisky 
 Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huh 
 I'm gettin nice with them thangs, because I do like that 
 You heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to dat 
 I run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear em 
 And shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks em RZA - Crumblin' Erb - http://motolyrics.com/rza/crumblin-erb-lyrics.html
 Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin 
 But I'm runnin niggaz over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it 
 Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin high 
 See I added a millimeter for y'all niggaz doin crimes and drivebys 
 Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers 
 I flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers 
 Be boppin shots, like them hoes be poppin coochies 
 and I still be spreadin bullets like them freaks be spreadin cooties 
 So look here niggaz, I'm Huntin Red October 
 I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over 
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Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre
 Wooo! Big Boi 
 Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it's empty 
 That's where the erb be droppin, it's simply marvelous time is tickin 
 But some of that time when I be layin vocals in the Dungeon 
 Sugar Bear and Mon be smokin ounces like it ain't nuttin 
 It ain't shit, to take another hit so hit it 
 of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit 
 It's all day any til they label me deceased 
 so fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world peace 
 We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out 
 like some merry men, cowards I be buryin 
 Comin around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothin 
 just like DJ do the cuttin I be havin your posse duckin nothin but 
 King Shit, I am askin, sucka can you hand 
 That player with the pepper throwin salt off in your game 
 Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker don't be cryin on me 
 That stuff the sess be in my chest until I'm chillin in peace, yeah 
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