Little Ghetto Boys - Wu-Tang Clan F/ CappaDonna

[Raekwon] Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within 
[Rakeem] Word up, niggaz is stupid 
[Cappa] Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops 
[Raekwon] Yo it was on last year Son 
[Rakeem] Huh? Fuck them cops 
[Ghost] Word 
[Raekwon] Scrape them niggaz 
[Raekwon] Niggaz want two hundred grand over the table 
[Ghost] Like this 
[Raekwon] That shit looks pretty 
[Rakeem] Yo 
[Ghost] I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind 
[Raekwon] Pass the weed off man *inhale* 
[Ghost] think they could come f, they could fuck wit this Dunn 
[Rakeem] Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck 
*cop's walkie talkie is heard* 
[Raekwon] Mike's was crystal, erythang 
[Rakeem] other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigga 
*cop's walkie talkie still babbling* 
[Method] Aiyyo you got a light? 
[THE PIG] Excuse me can you put that out please? 
[Method] Oh shit 
[Raekwon] For what? For what? 
[Method] Jiggy 
[THE PIG] Could you please put that out? 
[Raekwon] For what? I ain't puttin.. 
[THE PIG] Put the shit out now! 
[Raekwon] I ain't puttin shit out!! 
[THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL! 
*everything gets chaotic* 
[THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!! 
[Rakeem] The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch! 
[Raekwon] Slap fire out! 
[THE PIG] Oh no no no no no no no 
[Raekwon] Get your shit right 
[THE PIG] Get what? 
[Raekwon] We gonna swerve on these niggaz one time that's my word 
*music fades in* 
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility" 
[Raekwon] That's comin from Louis Rich 
[Raekwon] Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo 

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef 

Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago 
Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go 
Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear 
Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year 
You be runnin with them outsiders 
That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders 
Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo 
You think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga said 
Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up 
Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter 
It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me 
"You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me 
Yo that shit you had in Vegas 
Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor 
Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan 
Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on 
Octavia with all the ice on, yo 
She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life 
Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been 
for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her 
Shit is fucked up when they got us yo 
She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown 
"..face responsiblity" 
She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown 

"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street" 

Verse Two: CappaDonna 

Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong 
Talk what you talk but twist the real song 
When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver 
Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver 
This is not a act this is more actual fact 
Nuttin but experience placed upon track 
with the true sound, not lyin out the crown 
When we not workin we hardly be around 
Yeah see the light, right now we could fight 
You not a real brother you just a fake type 
that get on the mic then, throw your cliche 
Half the East coast soundin just like Rae 
If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow 
If you not a part of this kid act like you know 
Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great 
Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state 
I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you 
If you want some then stop frontin is the issue 
It's my turn, live niggaz could pass 
Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last 
Straight off the edge, into the rubbish 
Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet 
I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published 

"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" 

"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets 
What you gonna do when you grow up..." 

"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" 

"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets 
What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" 

*35 seconds of instrumental pass until the martial arts samples* 

One is invulnerable, in fact 
it involves strenuous breath control 
Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult 
The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points 
Thirty-six of these can be fatal 
The remainder, paralyzing