featuring Street Life (a.k.a. Street Thug)

(conversation continued from the end of Duck Seazon)

["The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again

There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang"

"Die!" *sounds of fighting are heard*

Verse One: Street Life

So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff

While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news

like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung

His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue

Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one

Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums

With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow

React slow nigga and get, P.L.O.

By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother

who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner

A new year is dawning, new crews is forming

Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring

The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun

So I reach out and try to teach one

But eighty-five percent uncivilized content

No tolerance so a lifetime is spent

behind a cage bent smoked out on a park bench

Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched

*sounds of fighting*

Verse Two: Ghostface Killah

So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck

Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck

To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these

hot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's

Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard

Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards

and a mink in, next album blood on Seth Abram

Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen

Discovery Channel, cats that book at Daniel

Coke blunts hot as a FUCK swatt