Wu-tang Clan - Conditioner lyrics

[ODB + Snoop] Yeah Huh, huh Yeah Fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that... Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherf**in bullets for n***as and sh** Knowhatimsayin? I feel you my n***a Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, sh** like that I'm diggin it b**hes you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a n***a up Knowhatimsayin? Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin? Tired of takin motherf**ing bullets for n***as and sh** Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, sh** like that I'm diggin it b**hes you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a n***a up Knowhatimsayin ? [ODB: HOOK] MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur... [4X] [Snoop] Yeah, yeah Wu-Tang Clan Big Snoop D O double G Somethin for the 2000 [ODB] Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita f** that n***a, when it come to the heater Be the elevator, p**y eater Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator Hit a n***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 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***as I'm puttin you in your place [HOOK with Snoop's "say what" at end of amateur...] [Snoop] Mr. No-Meaner, p**y ho-beater I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin with my vita s**ers 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***a that she chose I flows above the rest, mos' def' Got you shakin yo' a**, 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**er Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these s**ers 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**tin 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 [HOOK] [Snoop] yeah, yeah... [BEAT SWITCH] [Gza] Yeah, pump that sh**, testin Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes Yes, yes y'all, to my n***as y'all To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all Wu-Tang bangin' that dope sh** y'all That make you wanna roll up and smoke sh** y'all To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all On my flow y'all n***as 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***as 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 applyin, that put giants in the network The compact disc and televised live cults Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide note Yes, what, what [Deck] Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop You keep on, til the break o dawn Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock