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DJ Kay Slay

"Conditioner"

[Part I]

[Intro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd & Snoop Dogg]
Yeah
Huh, huh
Yeah
Fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that...
Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherf*ckin bullets for n*ggas and sh*t
Knowhatimsayin?
I feel you my n*gga
Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, sh*t like that
I'm diggin it
b*tches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a n*gga up
Knowhatimsayin?
Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin?
Tired of takin motherf*cking bullets for n*ggas and sh*t Catchin
45s, being chased by the government, sh*t like that
I'm diggin it
b*tches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a n*gga up
Knowhatimsayin ?

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur

[Interlude: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, yeah
Wu-Tang Clan
Big Snoop D O double G
Somethin for the 2000

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita
f*ck that n*gga, when it come to the heater
Be the elevator, pus*y eater
Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator
Hit a n*gga later, he got to vacate 'em
Old Dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash
Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red
Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated
For 29 years, no educated
High caded, cuz you kept it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what
All you n*ggas I'm puttin you in your place

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur

[Verse 2: Snoop]
Mr. No-Meaner, pus*y ho-beater
I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin with my vita
Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em
Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em
This negro right here pimps hoes
I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose
Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose
It just so happens I'm the n*gga that she chose
I flows above the rest, mos' def'
Got you shakin yo' ass, and you throwin up yo' set
Whatever you do, you keepin it true
Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew
Oooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherf*cker
Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckers
It's a dog day afternoon
The Clan go bang, and the bang go boom
How you love it, how you like it, and how you get it
Do that damn thing and quit buillsh*ttin wit it
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur (say what)
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur

[Part 2]

[Verse: GZA]
Yeah, pump that sh*t, testin
Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes y'all, to my n*ggas y'all
To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all
Wu-Tang bangin' that dope sh*t y'all
That make you wanna roll up and smoke sh*t y'all
To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all
On my flow y'all n*ggas don't know y'all
You see my style calm but wild
You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes
The eightball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck emcees whether I'm last or first
What, what, what, what
Hazardous dart, visual long forgotten art
That fell apart, til the blood ran from the heart
Pump through the street, RZA make re-break beats
Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank
Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank
Wu n*ggas rollin, throwin the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military clothin'
Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies
My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of, science from experts
Self applying that put giants in the network
Through compact discs and televised live quotes
We multiply our strength, on a worldwide note
Yes, what, what

[Outro: Inspectah Deck]
Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
You keep on, til the break of dawn
Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock

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