paroles de chanson The Monument - Busta Rhymes , Wu-Tang Clan
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
now,
what
the
fuck
now?
Flipmode,
Wu-Tang
shit,
what
the
fuck
now?
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
historical
an'
monumental
shit
What
the
fuck
now?
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Straight
smack
a
nigga
right
in
the
face
like
this
was
handball
Or
make
a
mural
out
his
face,
up
on
a
damn
wall
Niggaz
play
hard
an'
shit,
if
you
know
what's
best
for
you
Y'all
niggaz
better
safeguard
your
shit
Even
though
we
rep
brass
knuckle
rap
Fuck
with
street
geniuses
an'
bowlegged
chicks
who
walk
with
a
gap
Street
niggaz
now
the
corporate
boss
Still
go
to
y'all
restaurant
for
steamed
fish
an'
Irish
moss
An'
y-yo,
the
way
we
do
it
an'
you
see
how
my
shit
bomb
Your
whole
show
wack
an'
I'm
a
cancel
your
sitcom
Fuck
a
nigga
broad
'til
she
tired
an'
real
calm
You
ain't
knowin'
my
name
tattooed
on
your
bitch
arm
The
way
we
blow
shit
is
a
shame
Casually
bust
my
gun
an'
celebrate
bustin'
a
cork
on
the
champagne
Wrote
you
with
a
whole
new
approach
that
lead
a
whole
team
of
niggaz
Y'all
should
know
I
only
ball
like
a
coach,
now
Check
out
the
light
fixture,
freak
lines
like
white
bitches
Let
the
mic
lines,
hang
that
slang
is
ridiculous
Emperor
of
warlords,
big
gun
only
fuck
with
sawed
offs
That's
my
specialty,
more
to
bust
Shot
out
my
bed
parrot,
keep
it
gangster,
Lord
I
analyze
your
work,
those
that
got
merked
were
not
established
Texture
look
classy,
arm
baby,
2000
raspberry
S
5,
blowin'
through
Asbury
Soon
to
own
steakhouses,
glowin'
like
make
over
thousand
Them,
them
niggaz,
robbin'
from
Pinkhouse's
Show
an'
prove,
knockin'
off
cab
drivers
God,
sodomize
money,
ring
two
hundred
thousand
See
the
color
of
the
carved
out
Wu
emblem
Baby,
it's
all
designers,
tailor-made
Wu
gooses
Limousine,
automatic
new
Uzis
in
'em
yo
Relax
cousin,
just
cruise
through,
jewels
with
him
Move
up
the
block,
giant
box
blast
my
song
Non-stop,
strictly
hip
hop,
march
on
Doo
rag
hang
long,
metal
tape
is
high
bias
Graphics,
captured
with
the
colorful
iris
I
zoom
in,
while
the
listeners
tune
in
Some
assumin'
they
paid
dues
an'
joined
the
union
Lost
nigga
couldn't
rumble
in
this
wild
jungle
Quick
to
crumble,
type
to
be
on
the
stand
an'
fumble
Divine
master,
threw
on
the
track
that
made
'em
bleed
He
produce
at
unattainable
rains
of
top
speed
This
powerful
magnet,
that
left
'em
stagnant
Was
unlikely
in
cameras
in
larger
fragments
Unfilled
rifle,
scout
sniper,
shots
precise
Starlight
scope
with
the
night
vision
device
Splendid
marksman
that'll
shoot
the
one
off
the
dice
Split
a
grain
of
rice,
in
one
shot
we
kill
'em
twice
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