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      Fools Ft. Killa Sin, Solomon Childs & U-God

      Fools Ft. Killa Sin, Solomon Childs & U-God

      RZA

      Album: Digital Bullet

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      RZA - Fools Ft. Killa Sin, Solomon Childs & U-God Música y Letra

      [Intro: RZA] 
      And I told him, "Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me" 
      Yo, yo.. 
      {*singing*} Everybody, everybody, everybody, 
      everybody.. 
      Yo, come on.. 
      
      [Chorus: RZA {*singing*}]: 
      Everybody plays a fool, sometimes 
      There's no exceptions to the rules 
      Get your nines 
      
      [RZA] 
      Digi Digi, Shaolin Shaolin.. 
      But in Brownsville.. 
      Check it out.. 
      
      Niggas was psyched out, Beretta brought the dirt bike out 
      Everlast just came home, it was his first night out 
      He was arguin' with these bitches how they don't mind their business 
      When he was locked the fuck down, no one came to visit 
      He was snuffed, black, his little cousin Moe stuck Cap 
      That's Miss Sommers on the bike with the gat like, "Fuck that" 
      But finessin' over here, he could've wished he had ten more years 
      Cracked a cold beer then bust a shot in the air 
      Everlast, ego went full blast, didn't splash 
      He'd act like his head was too big for the casket 
      I told him, "Slow down God, you ain't wild 
      You ain't been in these projects in a while 
      Runnin' 'round with that old school style" 
      Don't think these young bucks won't lay you down like tile 
      A hard head makes a soft ass, these New York lads 
      Chopped faces, you talk fast - they bust off fast 
      And chase you out the hood, in a bloody hood 
      Yo, son, you seen that kid was actin' Hollywood? 
      
      [Killa Sin] 
      Yeah, I mean that nigga, clap happy Cali, clap when he 'ttack 
      Most get astounded by sorrounded sound effects in the back 
      Adidas shoe, phat laces, packin' buldge in his jacket 
      Head nappy, black and nasty, but he nasty for gats 
      He nas', passed me, bumped me and laughed, then flashed me his Mac 
      Said, "I got sixteen for you, we could bang on the track" 
      So strap this, nah, this bar's a bullet, par pull it 
      In fact, blast me bastard, I done came to far for this 
      
      [Solomon Childs] 
      Boulevard life, remember late nights? 
      Mama stomach touchin' a bed, two bids 
      Cats sacky in Comstack, retire from the crack 
      I'm askin' Allah that the warm Hennessy help me 
      I ain't chose the struggle, the struggle chose me 
      Lord forgive me fore I have stolen from my brothers 
      Snaked my brothers, even killed my brothers 
      Familiar fishscale, everybody plays the fool 
      The +Older Gods+ givin' me jewels 
      The younger Gods givin' me tools 
      Solomon Allah, I feel I was jerked 
      To the drug dealers, my baby mother's a flirt 
      Holey socks, one fatigue suit, what you feel it don't hurt? 
      That's my problem now, I ain't afraid to talk 
      Still cop coke from the well Willy 
      When I was young I got robbed from the neighborhood bully 
      'Til he forced me to hit him with the nine milli' 
      Now him and his click know that I'm a thug fully 
      
      [Chorus x2: Solomon Childs]

      RZA - Fools Ft. Killa Sin, Solomon Childs & U-God Música y Letra

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