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Brooklyn Zoo - "Gots Like Come On Through"
Lyrics to Gots Like Come On Through : (feat. Buddah Monk) Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha... Minds start to freeze, believe Its the Wu-Tang, Killa Bees (Brooklyn Zoo) Truths, Coming at your avenue 36 chambers that are fitted in you When you thought it couldnt happen We gonna take you to a new level, of hip-hop Wu, Gots like come on through Su, Thats the call of the Wu Zu, Gots like come on through Su, Thats the call for the Zu If your from the east coast and youre down with Brooklyn Zu Su, Thats the call for your crew If your from the west coast and youre down with Brooklyn Zu Su, Thats the call for your crew Now call me heat miser blue in my top, youre not wiser The lyrical rhymer, I burn that ass like lava Magma, plus you cant bust my crust They call me road runner, I leave that ass in the dust I give the heat from beneath the Earths core Six million and fifty degrees, maybe more Overground mounds, metallic minerals I melt flesh, leaving mother fuckers in the mess My crustal plate, you cant separate My collosal force, BLAST, youre off course Riding molten rock, I can flow non-stop Condense with sea water, watch me spin like a top For miles and miles deep, you cant endure the heat Be the first to run, or the last nigga sleep I saw with the glasses, thick like molasses Now I breathe and exhale the poison gasses Wu, Gots like come on through Su, Thats the call of the Wu Zu, Gots like come on through Su, Thats the call for the Zu Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist Got the punk for your mind leaving niggas in bliss I look deep into your eyes, deeper than your soul Pulling out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking I send your wack ass back to class, learn something So you can peep the real shit, and you can stop fronting On your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your lips Hey son, I just thought about that shit And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the dick The Drunken Dragon, coming at you And if I hear you say Brooklyn Zu, I say "Yo, who you'" cuz Wu, Gots like come on through Su, Thats the call for the Wu Zu, Gots like come on through Su, Thats the call for the Wu Back the fuck up before I use my gat Spray two to your mat, and four to your back Its the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina Look on my face it shows, no one meaner Brooklyn Zu Killa Bees on the swarm I be in your area so sound the alarm Monks in the front know not to fuck with drunk Knocking down niggas, and the girl sees the lump Shit is real, yes Im hitting hard like steel Im coming through your town so its best that you peel For real, yes I get dirty with my skill No snags in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up Niggas, your crazy, I leave no fucking traces When I put it on that ass youll be desintegrated Crazy lunatic with the style thats sick Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick Your hit, by this trife shit that I fix Im just like the devil, I dont play no tricks, cuz Wu, Gots like come on through Su, Thats the call for the Wu Zu, Gots like come on through Su, Thats the call for the Wu If your from the east coast and youre down with Brooklyn Zu Su, Thats the call for your crew If your from the west coast and youre down with Brooklyn Zu Su, Thats the call for your crew Yeah, 1 2 Yeah, 170 New York Ave. Ha ha ha Peace to my brothers And my nigga wack Yo I love you niggas My little nephew Peace to my steez Peace to my Earth Do that shit nigga Do that shit nigga Theres too many tables for you to fuck with me Keep it real mother fucker, pack steel Dont fuck with me Keep it real out there yo Check it, its the Ol Dirty Bastard, I love you nigga I love you Its gonna happen boy Just watch for my shit [ Gots Like Come On Through Lyrics ]
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