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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Tang Clan
Performer
Inspectah Deck
Performer
Raekwon
Performer
U-God
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Woods
Composer
Jason Hunter
Composer
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Composer
Nick Loftin
Composer
Ray Charles
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick "Fury" Loftin for 1 Life/New Geru Entertainment
Producer
RZA
Mixing Engineer
Steve Thompson
Mixing Engineer
John Goodmanson
Mixing Engineer
Caleb Shreve
Recording Engineer
Jose "Choco" Reynoso
Recording Engineer
N. "fury" Loftin
Producer
Lyrics
One of these days and it won't be long
It won't be long now
One of these days and it won't be long
You bound to come up
One of these days and it won't be long
Keep your eyes on us
One of these days and it won't be long
Yeah, yeah, Deck
I'm from the home where the buffalo roam
And **** don't give a flyin' fuck
Talk with signs up, walk with the iron tucked
Leave your eyes wide shut
Money bag's on the table, gots to get my cut
Rebel I, city slicker, pick up a pretty sister
Dig her out on the table, bent off the Rémy liquor
Head splitter, deliver so cold I send shivers
For many figures, battle the world or any ****
I'm uptown Saturday night like Bill Cos'
Got weed in the jars with vanilla cigars
On the strip, eyeballin' the chicks, all in the mix
Gassed off of my shit, vibratin' the whip
One of these days and it won't be long
That's what you call it, pa?
One of these days and it won't be long
Chef
Yo, I'm sicker than the V12 X5
With cracks in the Rolly jumper, all we do is drink, fuck and drive
Real **** raise up, mommy get your feet off the table
The cable look bare, my man got me one on his ankle
It's nothin' for me to get up wit' you, Dutch wit' you
Blow off them matches and sit up with you
Ayo, the streets, what is gettin' more crazy?
Stressin' me never, investin' the leathers, we all into things blazin'
Slingin' coke is just a normal habit, rappers we wear
Straddlers with cannons and hatchets gettin' cheers
Yatzis are fresh off the block, block squeezin', it's real
If we get real, pop-pop, poppin' at your blocks equal
Take these **** and throw 'em in lakes, it's business
Rape these **** on the mic, display your ninjas
Nine crowns versus your nine towns
Run up with nine .9's, brown down, get to lyin' you down
One of these days and it won't be long
Yo
That's what you call it, pa?
One of these days and it won't be long
Yo, yo
I come from the slums, I ain't no dummy
My testament talk, represent money
This verbal intercourse, fueled by exhaust
The bread-winner, head-spinner, coldest with the force
No remorse, endorse the rap artist
So flamboyant 'cause I pimp slap the hardest
Ever since the Triumph, we've been missin' them soldiers
We came tonight, boy the mission is Cobra, full exposure
Bulldoze through the rubbish, I'm in too deep, boy
I just gotta love this, they call me too sweet
One of the nine brothers, I'm so unique
Every line that smother, the situation's grim
It's a bloody sin 'cause every time I want out
They pull me back in
I see my reflection in the chrome MAC-10
Ask the passer, who's faster with the pen
That bullet, nine hollows, amorettos
That's how I like it, sweat on my wine bottles
The automobiles, with them shiny assed hubs
The indoor pool, with the bathtub club
My angel's in the mud
Veteran smile, that's gangsta shit, that American style
Dig it, prick my prey off
I'm quick to slay with the rapid-fire shit
Caught by the ricochet, ****
I got to know
One of these days and it won't be long
That's what you call it, pa?
One of these days and it won't be long
One of these days and it won't be long
That's what you call it, pa?
One of these days and it won't be long
I got to know
One of these days and it won't be long
That's what you call it, pa?
One of these days and it won't be long
I got to know
One of these days and it won't be long
That's what you call it, pa?
One of these days and it won't be long
I got to know
One of these days and it won't be long
Written by: Corey Woods, Jason Hunter, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Nick Loftin, Ray Charles