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RZA | Wherever I Go
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Yeah, uh, its dark outside
We still in the hood with this one, yall
Yeah, from the projects, slums, Fort Greene
Huh? Aint no sun outside, never sunny where Im from
Always grimy, yo, yo, yo, yo


Everyday is a struggle, but you can catch my team hustlin to the late night
Takin risks, playin dice, screamin "We hate life!"
Gettin this money, but we want more
I see a lot of niggas beefin, but they dont want war
I heat targets, anything you sese, rob it, got beef like the meat market
Im clappin captains, lieutenants, and police sergeants
I got two hoes named Denise and Margaret
They come through and finish drama after we start it
All my chicks major, I rep N.Y. like a Knick player
Get paper, split haters, I still spit and shit razors
Got eight pair of sick gators, five watches
Switch flavors, 50 red and blue rocks around the wrist, player
My vision is deep the Division will creep
run up on you, start hittin your peeps
Nigga, we aint playin, our missions discreet
Im clippin your peeps, have you missin for weeks
To let you know we aint playin


Olive oil and fried tomatoes and basil
I stepped in flared nasal from Hazelnut Amaretto
My watch 80 G appraisal
Plus they drop 50 Gs for a RZA beat
Cherry wood, hid the receipts, presidential suites
Ice cold bottles of Cristy til my eyes misty
Complainin to my lawyer how this rookie tried to frisk me
Jealous of my jeep, I gave his badge to the chief
And got his ass directin traffic in the heat for a week


Keep comin out your gums like loose teeth
You gonna take a 40 to the mouth and it aint no brewski
That monitor gonna show straight lines like looseleaf
Got Up North niggas straight out the box like Lucies
Wanna shoot me? know you get a kick out of that just like Bruce Lee
Yall dont wanna lose teeth
Comin all out of your face just like pimples
That thing comin out of my waist, gotta hit you
Cuz yall niggas aint with it, better quit it
Til you catch one through that man dribblin on your fitted
That mean one through the front, through the back of the cap
Like the great Pun packin a Mac in the back of the Ac
You could take one, not talkin bout a Ac
I get cake from the fat crack bag with them packs, what?


Wherever I go, I always stand tall
Wherever I go, I always stand tall


Yo, peace, yo, Bobby! What up?
(What up, O? What up fam?)
What up cousin, how you (nothin just trynna sling this shit)
Whats goin on (You know I made that drop good off, right?)
Oh, word? (Guaranteed, we made all this shit, man)
Thats whats up, yo, but check this out
I got something new here for you, right here (what?)
Supposed to give me some lesson (Lesson?)
Yeah, lesson (what you talkin bout, nigga?)
Straight (know, how to what, cook the shit up, nigga?)
Nah, nah, Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Culture, Freedom..
Its right here (son, whats that all about, though, yo?)
Yo, God, its the new way of life, knowhatimsayin? Its the truth
Its the way its gonna set you free
I think you an intelligent brother, you should check this out
Youknowhatimsayin, Supreme Mathematics, youknowhatimsayin
Check this out, and let me know... (lets see what you talkin about)
Youknowhatimsayin, I know youll respond good
This could take you to another level
(Now hold on, man, you an O.G., you trynna tell me you trynna read, man, nigga?)
Listen, brother, Ive been readin, man, without this man I wouldnt be here right now
You know? (You know what, god? Youknowhatimean?
Imma trust your word on this, Imma pick this up, Imma read this, aight
Imma get back at you, if I can relate, well relate
if not, you still gonna have those pounds for me though, right?!?)
Yeah, no doubt, but yo, right now, these the pounds right here, g
This is Math right here (yeah, its like that, for real, fam?)
For real (aight) aight, peace (Peace fam)
This nigga, talkin peace, man, this niggas the wildest nigga I know, yo!




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Youll Never Know
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