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RZA - We lyrics
[Hook: woman] 
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall 
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall 
[RZA] 
Double barrel shotgun, pop son 
I told nigga, just not run 
I saw him on 205th in Fordham 
This dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him 
I blown ya, you need a blood donor 
My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia 
Laundry mat hoes, who bought clothes? 
I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's) 
I got hoes, in codes, in different areas 
Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors 
The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin' 
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman 
Play the face, but like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson 
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason 
Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin' 
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction? 
[Shacronz] 
Come on, let's cut the crap, money 
I've been gettin' this rap money 
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money 
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money 
Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money 
Act funny, ya'll make me laugh (haha) 
Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass RZA - We - http://motolyrics.com/rza/we-lyrics.html
These lazy ass, lazy -- fuck you! Pay me cash 
My crazy path will motor me into a Mercedes class 
[Chorus: Shacronz] 
We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we fall 
My glock, my fall, those shots through your bedroom door 
From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers 
We pop, we brawl, get money til the way we fall 
[Freemurda] 
All ya'll can see is the back of my jersey 
Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey 
Off to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey 
I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey 
Shame on a nigga, take it back to Dirty 
Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty 
Seconds, got the world's greatest reckon 
And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest record 
This Division, all the ladies respect it 
Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it 
It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel 
Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still 
Til they look like they came out of George Foreman grill 
Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them crills 
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill' 
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills 
[Chorus]
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