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Give Up The Ghost God Save The Queen

I ran through Storm stained city streets Paved with pain To bring these roses to you And with sore throat insecurity You pulled the thorns From

Up from the thirty six chambers It's the ghost Face Killah Wu-Tang Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang killa beez

] No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] + (Aaliyah) The God, The God, The God, Nasir (You won't see me tonight) The Queen, The Queen, The Queen, Aaliyah

you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] + (Aaliyah) The God, The God, The God, Nasir (You won't see me tonight) The Queen, The Queen, The Queen, Aaliyah (You

shit!" Your wack ass town had you gassed Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed I don't give a god damn, on the shows

one that give the cash give the ass Can't count how many chics I gassed They be like your supposed to care for me I ain't believing that for the ghost

you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] + (Aaliyah) The God, The God, The God, Nasir (You won't see me tonight) The Queen, The Queen, The Queen, Aaliyah (You

!" Your wack ass town had you gassed Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed I don't give a god damn, on the shows you