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Wu-Tang Clan - Lesson Learnd Lyrics
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Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play

I said one, two, three and to the fo'
I glide like there's simply no traction on the flo'
10304, live action from the door
Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the tour
I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado
Savage vandal, I'm a legend of tomorrow
Painting the truth, here's proof, ain't it the truth
So ill a nigga spit with a containment suit
Slayin' the booth, aim, shoot, bang! Cave in the roof
Hater, wouldn't last a day in my shoes
You know very well, bet he swell, you can tell he jeal'
My price hiking like the pills Martin Shkreli sell
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I black on it, black, I'm back at it
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I blacked on it, black, I'm back at it

Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play

Yo, I'm on top of the world, mama, lookey here
I'm a boy beastin' in my car, Paul Revere
Horsepower, never fell off, look in the mirror
When I drop something, you like Martin, all ears
Late Night Letterman, I light it like Edison
Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland
Arrogant? Yes, tune in, my Hot 9 Flex
Cut the check and your boy digress
At my age it's all about bread
Tryna be nice at forty, you can have it all shorty
I'm tryna make history, and his story say
F*ck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me
Throw your hands up, let's tear the bar up
So much bud I started sweating cigar guts
And these white folks love me like a Starbucks
F*ck with one dude, you gotta f*ck with all us

Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play

Mathematics, you a f*cking genius, nigga, yo, f*ck that
Ladies and gentlemen
I need you to put your hands together
For worldwide international producer
Worldwide international DJ
And the creator of the Wu-Tang "W" symbol
Ladies and gentlemen
Please put your hands together and show your love
For our brother and yours, Mathematics
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Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play

I said one, two, three and to the fo'
I glide like there's simply no traction on the flo'
10304, live action from the door
Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the tour
I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado
Savage vandal, I'm a legend of tomorrow
Painting the truth, here's proof, ain't it the truth
So ill a nigga spit with a containment suit
Slayin' the booth, aim, shoot, bang! Cave in the roof
Hater, wouldn't last a day in my shoes
You know very well, bet he swell, you can tell he jeal'
My price hiking like the pills Martin Shkreli sell
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I black on it, black, I'm back at it
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I blacked on it, black, I'm back at it

Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play

Yo, I'm on top of the world, mama, lookey here
I'm a boy beastin' in my car, Paul Revere
Horsepower, never fell off, look in the mirror
When I drop something, you like Martin, all ears
Late Night Letterman, I light it like Edison
Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland
Arrogant? Yes, tune in, my Hot 9 Flex
Cut the check and your boy digress
At my age it's all about bread
Tryna be nice at forty, you can have it all shorty
I'm tryna make history, and his story say
F*ck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me
Throw your hands up, let's tear the bar up
So much bud I started sweating cigar guts
And these white folks love me like a Starbucks
F*ck with one dude, you gotta f*ck with all us

Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play

Mathematics, you a f*cking genius, nigga, yo, f*ck that
Ladies and gentlemen
I need you to put your hands together
For worldwide international producer
Worldwide international DJ
And the creator of the Wu-Tang "W" symbol
Ladies and gentlemen
Please put your hands together and show your love
For our brother and yours, Mathematics
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Jason Hunter, Reggie Noble, Ronald Maurice Bean
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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