Conditioner Lyrics - The W - Wu-tang Clan

{Know what I'm sayin'? 

Tired of takin' motherfuckin' bullets for niggas and shit 

Know what I'm sayin'? 

Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that 

Bitches you know, mindscapin', tryin' to set a nigga up 

Know what I'm sayin'? 

Yeah, MC conditioner, yeah, Know what I'm sayin'? 

Tired of takin' motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit 

Know what I'm sayin'? 

Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that 

Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up 

Know what I'm sayin'? 

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 

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Yeah, yeah 

Wu-Tang clan 

Big Snoop d O double G 

Somethin' for the 2000 

Your Mama name Peter, Papa name Cita 

Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater 

Be the elevator, pussy eater 

Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator 

Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em 

Old dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash 

Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red 

Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated 

For 29 years, no educated 

High caded, 'cuz you kept it checkmated 

What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what 

All you niggas I'm puttin' you in your place 

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MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 

Mr. No-meaner, pussy ho-beater 

I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin' with my vita 

Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em 

Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em 

This negro right here pimps hoes 

I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose 

Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose 

It just so happens I'm the nigga that she chose 

I flows above the rest, mos' def' 

Got you shakin' yo' ass, and you throwin' up yo' set 

Whatever you do, you keepin' it true 

Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew 

Ooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker 

Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin' rubber on these truckers 

It's a dog day afternoon 

The clan go bang and the bang go boom 

How you love it, how you like it and how you get it? 

Do that damn thing and quit bullshittin' wit it 

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur 

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 

Yeah, yeah 

Yeah, pump that shit, testin' 

Check, 1, 2, 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, nothin' but dimes 

The eightball murder, freestyle or rehearsed 

I wreck MC's whether I'm last or first 

What, what, what, what, hazardous dart 

Visual long forgotten art 

That fell apart, 'til the blood ran from the heart 

Pump through the street, razor make re-break beats 

Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets 

And an 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, shot up the military clothin' 

Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies 

My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many 

With the wisdom, power of, science from experts 

Self applyin', that put giants in the network 

The compact disc and televised live cults 

Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide note 

Yes, what, what 

Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop 

You keep on, 'til the break of dawn 

Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop 

Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock