Conditioner Songtext - Wu-Tang Clan

[Intro:
Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, yeah, knowhatimsayin
Tired of takin muthafuckin bullets for niggas and shit,
knowhatimsayin
Catchin 45's, gettin tapes by the government
Shit like that, bitches you know
Mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up, knowhatimsayin
Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah knowhatimsayin
Tired of takin muthafuckin bullets for niggas and shit,
knowhatimsayin
Catchin 45's, gettin tapes by the government
Shit like that, bitches you know
Mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up, knowhatimsayin

[Chorus 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Bang ya head, Wu-Tang Clan, Big Snoop D-O double G
Sumthin for the 2000

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Ya momma named Tita, popa named Skeeter
Fuck that nigga when it come to the heater
Peep the elevator, pussy eater
Tube desbarator, got shot, a hibernator
Get a nigga later, he got to vacate her
Ol' Dirty corperator, splash I'm up on the panani flash
That gash, Macintosh, some like it bread
Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated, with 29 years, no educated
Hydrated, cuz you kept it checkmated
Water waste, I'm up in ya face like what?
These niggas, I'm puttin you in ya place

[Chorus 4X]

[Snoop Dogg]
Mr. No Meaner, pussy whole beater

Yes, yes, yes, yes yes y'all, to my niggas y'all
To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all
Wu-Tang bangin that dope shit y'all
That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all
To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all
On my flow y'all niggas don't know y'all
You see my style calm but wild
You witness the rhyme, nuthin butd imes
The 8-Bar murder verse, freestyle off rehearse
I wreck MC's, whether I'm last or first, what, what, what, what
Hazardous dart, visual long forgotten art
That fell apart, till the blood ran from the heart
Punk thru the street, RZA make, we break beats
Pack seats, rappin fire raps, set off track meets
In the arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank
Blow 'em off the plank, when they ships approach the bank
Wu niggas rollin, throwin the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan, shout out to military clothing
Quickly blow up, rolled up them rappers like pennies
My brother stacks tracks on the behalf of many
With the Wisdom, power of science from experts
Self applyin that put giants in the network
Them compact discs and televised live quotes
We multiply our strength on the world wide note
Yes, what, what

[Inspectah Deck]
Yes yes, y'all, ya don't stop
You keep on, till the break of dawn
A yes yes y'all, ya don't stop
And Wu-Tang known to make ya body rock

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