Conditioner (feat. Snoop Dogg)

Yeah

Yeah

(For sure, for sure, you know that when)

Know what I'm sayin'?

I'm tired of takin' motherfucking bullets for **** and shit

Know what I'm sayin'? (I feel you, my ****)

Catchin' .45s, bein' chased by the government, shit like that (I'm diggin' it)

Bitches you know, mindscapin', tryin' to set a **** up, know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, know what I'm sayin'?

Tired of takin' motherfucking bullets for **** and shit

Know what I'm sayin'?

Catchin' 45s, bein' chased by the government, shit like that

Bitches you know, mindscapin', tryna set a **** up

Know what I'm sayin'?

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

Yeah, yeah

Wu-Tang Clan

Big Snoop D-O double G

Something for the 2000

Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita

Fuck that ****, when it come to the heater

Be the elevator, pussy eater

Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator

Hit a **** 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

In twenty-nine years, no educated

High caded, 'cause you kept it checkmated

What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like, "What?"

All you ****, I'm puttin' you in your place

MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur (Say what?)

MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur (Say what?)

MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur (Say what?)

MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur

Mr. No-Meaner, pussy ho-beater

I keep four 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 you bloody at the nose

Since my buddy at these hoes wit' a bud like a rose

It just so happens I'm the **** that she chose

I flows above the rest, most def'

Got you shakin' your ass, and you throwin' up your set

Whatever you do, you keepin' it true

Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew

Ooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker

Ooh, 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 buillshittin' 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

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

Yeah, pump that shit, testin'

Check, one, two, yes, yes, yes

Yes, yes, y'all, to my ****, y'all

To my click, y'all, you can't quit, y'all

Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit, y'all

That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit, y'all

To the beat, y'all, you can't sleep, y'all

On my flow, y'all, **** don't know, y'all

You see my style, calm but wild

You witness the rhyme, nothing but dimes

The eight ball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed

I wreck MCs whether I'm last or first

What, what, what, what

Hazardous dart, visual long-forgotten art

That fell apart, till 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 a armed tank, high rank, heavy metal shank

Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank

Wu **** rollin', throwin' the first rap slogan

Heroes of Hogan, shot up in military clothing

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

Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop

You keep on till the break of dawn

Ah, yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop

Ah, Wu-Tang known to make your body rock