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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Performer
4th Disciple
4th Disciple
Scratches
RZA
RZA
Programming
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
Prince Rakeem
Prince Rakeem
Programming
Gladys Knight
Gladys Knight
Sampled Artist
Raekwon
Raekwon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Alan Bergman
Alan Bergman
Songwriter
Marilyn Bergman
Marilyn Bergman
Songwriter
Marvin Hamlisch
Marvin Hamlisch
Songwriter
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Songwriter
RZA
RZA
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer
Ethan Ryman
Ethan Ryman
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

KnowhatI'msayin', take you on this lyrical high real quick Nineteen ninety three exoticness KnowhatI'msayin', let's get technical Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight Yo Started off on the island, A K Shaolin Niggaz whylin', gun shots thrown the phone dialin' Back in the days of eight now, makin' a tape now Rae gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one Till I got Thrown one Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen Shootin' that (That's that shit) In his blood stream That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey If niggas know the half is behind me Day one, yo, growin' all up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin' the Palmetto In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout Pushin' the big joint from down south So if you're filthy stacked up Betta watch ya back and duck 'Cause these fiends they got it cracked up Now my man from up north, now he got the law It's solid as a rock and crazy salt No jokes, I'm not playin', get his folks Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk And to know for sure, I got Reck and Rip shop I pointed a gat at his mother's knot (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man, don't do that shit) Fuck that Dedicated to the winners and the losers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Dedicated to the Y's, 850 I's (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Dedicated to MPV's Phat (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Nigguh, yeah, yeah! Yo, kickin' the fly cliches Doin' duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day Though I'm tired of bustin' off shots havin' to rock knots Runnin' up in spots and makin' shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hangin' on my living room wall My first joint, and it went gold I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade Plus the spot light, gettin' my dick rubbed all night I wanna have me a phat yacht And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops But for now, it just a big dream 'Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen My thoughts must be relaxed be able to maintain 'Cause times is changed and life is strange The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad Yo, mad lives is up for grabs Brothers, passin' away, I gotta make wakes Receivin' all types of calls from upstate Yo, I can't cope with the pressure Settlin' for lesser The God left lessons on my dresser So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way Continue to make more hits with Rae and A Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga Word up, it's on like that Can it be that it was all so simple then Can it be that it was all so simple then Can it be that it was all so simple then Can it be that it was all so simple then Can it be that Can it Was all so simple then Can it be that it was all Simple then Can it be Can it be that it was all so simple then Can it be that it was all so simple then Can it be that it was all so simple then
Writer(s): Gary E. Grice, Jason S. Hunter, Marvin Hamlisch, Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Lamont Hawkins, Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Russell T. Jones, Clifford Smith, Robert F. Diggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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