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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Performer
Raekwon
Raekwon
Vocals
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
Vocals
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
Syl Johnson
Syl Johnson
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Executive Producer
RZA
RZA
Producer
Mitchell Diggs
Mitchell Diggs
Executive Producer
Oli Grant
Oli Grant
Executive Producer
Jose "Choco" Reynoso
Jose "Choco" Reynoso
Recording Engineer
James Cruz
James Cruz
Mastering Engineer
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Executive Producer

Lyrics

That splash against my hollow bones That splash against my hollow bones High potency top, smoke a bag of black And feel the vibe, wanna be wise We, form on a risin' corner mean five Laws in disguise, throw on your slides Young niggas racist, smokers is basic We seen the eyes, layin' up playin' the cut What, stay in the truck, somethin' told me duck Foldin' me up, my shoulders struck Out of luck, fuck the potters up Fell on a daze like a Golotta snuff (That splash against my hollow bones) Niggas tried to body me up I'm in the lobby bleedin' (That splash against my hollow bones) Niggas in the witness office probably eatin' And sprintin' and beefin', when they heard the shots Called the precinct and seen barber nieces beastin' Niggas shot Shalar features and shocked her was a Elisis Bent the spinal cordless creatures I'm gaggin' and flaggin' a cab down Guess who in the Benz wagon, draggin' my sound down Mackin' it was Dale Breedy the greedy Connivin' ass snake genie Cop with a bikini will murder charge and benini I'm feelin' wheezy and the drain from the cheeba (That splash against my hollow bones) Grievin' ain't even lookin' decent Seein' police niggas reachin' That splash against my hollow bones That rocks my Fleein' the crime scene speedin' Beefin' leavin' behind cream Not even peepin' that I was leakin' Won't see the precinct just got a recent case beaten Still Jakes are creepin' Don't blow ya spot, stay the weekend Keep the Ruger peelin' who's squealin' Few knew the dealing's Keep the steel concealed in 'Cause we got no time for feelings Eyes on the buildin' guards are on the corners illin' Million dollar block villain plottin' on a killin' Feel like, a superhero talkin' like a true DeNiro They boost his ego path and broke down Reduced to zero Cops feel we poors hopin' I'll reveal my source, source That splash against my hollow bones That rocks my soul, oh oh, oh oh Outside the check cashin', flashin' Dipped in fashion Five cherry-faced faggots tried to cash in They keep laughin', Ghost you get ya face bashed in (That splash against my hollow bones) Who gave you these privileges son? Why you maxin'? And we (That splash against my hollow bones) Feignin' to take those move slow I'm hearin' how you broke Rob's nose And I heard you keep a bangin' hammer Golden brass diamonds embroideries That was stolen that you haven't reported G Make very little noise, my shit hiccup Don't make this big stick up bigger Me and the boys I thought for a second then chose Rather than froze Had the Jim star on my hand Yo what the fuck yo, that's when I ripped Timothy Snatch and dip John like imbaggable Had the mini axe tool, faxed him (That splash against my hollow bones) Shots rang off, bin, boggle-de-dum That splash against my hollow bones
Writer(s): Dennis David Coles, Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods, Jason S. Hunter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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