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Fam (Members Only) (Album Version (Edited))

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GZA The Genius, RZA, Masta Killa

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Yo, yeah, check it, yoYo, yo, yo, yoIf you think you can f*** with the Wu-KlanYou get your nose, it's rolled up like ToucanIf you think you can f*** with the Wu-KlanYou get your nose rollin' up like ToucanIf you think you can f*** with the Wu-KlanYou get your nose rollin' up like ToucanSam, and we don't give a damnBullets soaked in oil so the tech can't jamSippin' on Caribbean rum, coconut juiceSmokin' on that chocolate stick, open up twoBottles of that brass monkey on some trunkieYou R&B fade rapper, suck a monkeyI'm from back in the days with the Christopher HayesOn my back, swiped out black, you like that?Seven rays in my head, my girl stays in the bedAnd she love to lay the eggsPrepare for the mic onslaught, swift with the swordSlick Lord, holdin' my weight, homin' abroadThe crowd roared for the night, I'm on my wayTo the peeps, playin' for the streetsI read the soul, scriptures, weed, and woeBehold, gold for the people, equal, fresh on the weekendWu-Chain, Biggie Smalls, live at the beaconBackstage, drinks on the house, the show is bangin'Brothers, Greg Goosen, Wu is tango-rayin'A lot of teachin', schools in session, the guards speakin'I'm just knowledgin', snake handshakes and fake hugsWaitin' for the hour to devourAnd splatter your head to powderI'm a slave to the rhythm, but never to a mental death in powerThe hour has come, I'm a slave to the rhythmWe got y'all 11 to 1, son, you done offToo late, they're breakin' offTactics are hazardous to the health bombStealth rifle, stay M16Know what I mean?Know what I mean?Yo, just what we stand forLoyalty, what we strive forRighteousness, what we live and die forStrictly family members onlyYo, strictly family members onlyYo, yo, just what we stand forLoyalty, what we strive forRighteousness, what we live and die forStrictly family members onlyWhat?Strictly family members onlyAnd yo, and yo, great minds take a lightWe used to drink all nightThink about things that's wrong and how to make it rightIce-cold bottles of brassTime flashesA hundred blunt passesBefore the God asks usWhat's the square miles of the planet?Why is the after slanted?How much is covered by water?How much is granted?True, I'm nastyQuality, God, body beatFlowing like the G-energyInside your arteryFaithful as a palaceThen rock against the tapeThe force of my will still killShoot in placeJust from the sound aloneYour head's blown awayDon't score it in the red zoneYou best to head homeOr get thrown to the dead zoneSon, we need to liveInterrupt the Grammy showThen teach the kidsYo, just what we stand forWhat we strive forWhat we live forWhat we give forWhat we die forStrictly family members onlyWhat?Strictly family members onlyI grew up around block parties ready to rockBehind the road with my rhyme on cockFirst shot, first picker who had to popMy bad weather blew the feathers off a hundred flocksWhat's the square miles of the planet?Goose, 30 duck, get stuckIf each link in your chain is truckedCan't come in this rhyme cypher with nine snipersCharge off the juice from the Pied PipersGrew up around beat boys, DJs, MCsThrough rap, never thinking their way to TVIt was strictly all about magnificent rhyme cloutDirect room, two dollars with the flyerThree with doubtNow his wigs pushed backName is removed off the plaqueToo wild to reenactWith tax, that's the price to payMy goal is to aim and sprayMy night is the same as deathWas Dance Go'd FasterYo just what we stand forWhat we strive forWhat we live forWhat we die forStrictly family membersStrictly family members onlyYo just what we stand forWhat we strive forWhat we live forWhat we give forWhat we die forStrictly family members onlyStrictly family members onlyWe'll see you later.

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