Wu-tang Clan - Conditioner Lyrics
[odb + snoop]YeahHuh, huhYeahFo sho, fo sho, you know that...Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin mother*****in bullets for niggas and shitKnowhatimsayin?I feel you my niggaCatchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like thatIm diggin it*****es you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga upKnowhatimsayin?Yeah, mc conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin?Tired of takin mother*****ing bullets for niggas and shit catchin45s, being chased by the government, shit like thatIm diggin it*****es you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga upKnowhatimsayin ?[odb: hook]Mc conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur... [4x][snoop]Yeah, yeahWu-tang clanBig snoop d o double gSomethin for the 2000[odb]Your mama name peter, papa name cita***** that nigga, when it come to the heaterBe the elevator, ***** eaterToo desperator, got shot, a hibernatorHit a nigga later, he got to vacate emOld dirty corporata, splash, Im up on the punanny flashBad gas, macintosh, the light is redPee in the bed, Im frustratedFor 29 years, no educatedHigh caded, cuz you kept it checkmatedWhat a waste, Im up in yo face like whatAll you niggas Im puttin you in your place[hook with snoops say what at end of amateur...][snoop]Mr. no-meaner, ***** ho-beaterI keep fo heaters when Im dippin with my vitaSuckers they wanna beat us, join us but we dont need emPump em and defeat em, dump em, and delete emThis negro right here pimps hoesI smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the noseSince my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a roseIt just so happens Im the nigga that she choseI flows above the rest, mos defGot you shakin yo ass, and you throwin up yo setWhatever you do, you keepin it trueBig dogg and odb, I thought you knewOooh, the wu, is back up in this mother*****erOooh, and snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckersIts a dog day afternoonThe clan go bang, and the bang go boomHow you love it, how you like it, and how you get itDo that damn thing and quit buillshittin wit itMc conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur (say what)Mc conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur[hook][snoop]Yeah, yeah...[beat switch][gza]Yeah, pump that shit, testinCheck, 1,2, yes, yes, yesYes, yes yall, to my niggas yallTo my click yall, you cant quit yallWu-tang bangin that dope shit yallThat make you wanna roll up and smoke shit yallTo the beat yall, you cant sleep yallOn my flow yall niggas dont know yallYou see my style calm but wildYou witness the rhyme, nothin but dimesThe eightball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsedI wreck emcees whether Im last or firstWhat, what, what, what, hazardous dartVisual long forgotten artThat fell apart, til the blood ran from the heartPump through the street, rza make re-break beatsPacked seats, rapid fire raps at off track meetsAnd an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shankBlow em off the plank when they ships approach the bankWu niggas rollin, throwin the first rap sloganHeroes of hogan, shot up the military clothinQuickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like penniesMy brother stack tracks on the behalf of manyWith the wisdom, power of, science from expertsSelf applyin, that put giants in the networkThe compact disc and televised live cultsWill multiply our strength, on a worldwide noteYes, what, what[deck]Yes, yes yall, you dont stopYou keep on, til the break o dawnAh yes, yes yall, you dont stopAh wu-tang known to make your body rock
