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Intro: Killah Priest, Raekwon

Continous
Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin?
Wu-Tang
Aiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I'ma shoot over here
On that AIDS thing
YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quick
Yo, yo
And get this done

Verse One: Killah Priest

When you're sexually frustrated, plus waiting for a long time
You both had strong minds
Combined with feelings, she seems appealing
for each other, discreet lover, no longer keeps brothers
Smothered under deep covers
Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams
Enough to make you hold hands
And plus you a bold man
You fall in a manhole, where the forbidden tree grow
And bullshit ego, of fly negro
Whole garden sour, polluted with a dead flower
Months later, he's layin on a respirator
Depending on a generator, to keep his heart moving
And start losing sight in his right eye
In weeks he might die

Verse Two: Raekwon

Yeah, uh-huh
I know this dope-fiend cat, word up, his name is Javier
Part-time shooter sharing needles in the stairs
Wise guys disguised as a fly guy
you gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
Youse a menace, your brain cells finished
Begging forgiveness, calling that up top shit syphillis
You know what you was gettin into
Try to guess on what I've been through
Fuck shorty raw then she scared you

Chorus: Raekwon

AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from the Wu, it's real
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from my crew, it's real

Verse Three: RZA

My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck
Everything exotic bitches down to ugly ducks
Like Nancy, who liked the fancy tickles
so he put popsicles on her nipples to make her sex passion
triple quadriple, until she bust
Overcome with passion, big ass want lust upon him
But nigga he forsake to grab the condom
Fuck it, he said AIDS, was government made
to keep niggaz afraid so they won't get laid no babies be made
And the black population will decrease within a decade
German warfare product against the dark shade

Chorus:

AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from my crew, it's real
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from the Wu, it's real

Verse Four: Master Killer, Inspector Deck

Caught by the gravitation earth rotation
Six in the sex is deep, when you can't see clear
through the sheer brassiere, toke back
Smoking a spliff, sippin cognac, God
you know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracks
Got her fat ass layin flat on her back

Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige
Alehze pours, the radio play, Marvin Gaye
What's Going On? As she screams Sexual Healing
Couldn't fight the feeling her legs hit the ceiling
Hittin all positions dipped in for quick love
She's professional she does this shit in strip clubs
Flied in June until she Acquired Immune Deficiency
Now misery is the Syndrome

Outro: Raekwon and others

Oh shit, God that's wild
Damn, that's some cherry flavor shit going on though kid
For real, knowhatI'msayin?
What about the exotic type
Caskets is waitin for brothers
Word up slide on the joints baby
Before you go to sex take protection
Word up

AIDS kills, word up respect this
America Is Dying Slowly (4x)

Yeah, word yo, sliding up in this store right here
I ain't even playing that man, for real
Dig it
Respect how I'm living kid
Here forever, word up
Lubricated joints, ribbed joints is bangin
But they still playing the hotel door man
Word, you know how that be though, you know how that be
Yo, just gettin to be too old
Chick over there lookin like Sonny and Cher
Over there
Yeah
America Is Dying Slowly
Surely
America Is Dying Slowly
America Is Dying Slowly
remember that! Syndrome, be the resident
America Is Dying Slowly
Wu-Tang, Syndrome, be the resident

Noodles, Bobby Steels, Lou Diamonds, Killer Priest
Rolly Rollie Fingers, Johnathan Blaze, Maximillion
Prodigal Sons, Anthony Starks, Hellrazor
Prodigal Son, and in the place, Sixty Second
Sunz of Man, Gambinos, forever...
Keep it safe!
Ol Dirt Schultz, word up baby
Protect yourself!
Keep it safe
Intro: Killah Priest, Raekwon       Continous    Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin?    Wu-Tang    Aiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I'ma shoot over here    On that AIDS thing    YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quick    Yo, yo    And get this done       Verse One: Killah Priest       When you're sexually frustrated, plus waiting for a long time    You both had strong minds    Combined with feelings, she seems appealing    for each other, discreet lover, no longer keeps brothers    Smothered under deep covers    Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams    Enough to make you hold hands    And plus you a bold man    You fall in a manhole, where the forbidden tree grow    And bullshit ego, of fly negro    Whole garden sour, polluted with a dead flower    Months later, he's layin on a respirator    Depending on a generator, to keep his heart moving    And start losing sight in his right eye    In weeks he might die       Verse Two: Raekwon       Yeah, uh-huh    I know this dope-fiend cat, word up, his name is Javier    Part-time shooter sharing needles in the stairs    Wise guys disguised as a fly guy    you gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye    Youse a menace, your brain cells finished    Begging forgiveness, calling that up top shit syphillis    You know what you was gettin into    Try to guess on what I've been through    Fuck shorty raw then she scared you       Chorus: Raekwon       AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo    Coming from the Wu, it's real    AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo    Coming from my crew, it's real       Verse Three: RZA       My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck    Everything exotic bitches down to ugly ducks    Like Nancy, who liked the fancy tickles    so he put popsicles on her nipples to make her sex passion    triple quadriple, until she bust    Overcome with passion, big ass want lust upon him    But nigga he forsake to grab the condom    Fuck it, he said AIDS, was government made    to keep niggaz afraid so they won't get laid no babies be made    And the black population will decrease within a decade    German warfare product against the dark shade       Chorus:       AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo    Coming from my crew, it's real    AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo    Coming from the Wu, it's real       Verse Four: Master Killer, Inspector Deck       Caught by the gravitation earth rotation    Six in the sex is deep, when you can't see clear    through the sheer brassiere, toke back    Smoking a spliff, sippin cognac, God    you know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracks    Got her fat ass layin flat on her back       Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige    Alehze pours, the radio play, Marvin Gaye    What's Going On? As she screams Sexual Healing    Couldn't fight the feeling her legs hit the ceiling    Hittin all positions dipped in for quick love    She's professional she does this shit in strip clubs    Flied in June until she Acquired Immune Deficiency    Now misery is the Syndrome       Outro: Raekwon and others       Oh shit, God that's wild    Damn, that's some cherry flavor shit going on though kid    For real, knowhatI'msayin?    What about the exotic type    Caskets is waitin for brothers    Word up slide on the joints baby    Before you go to sex take protection    Word up       AIDS kills, word up respect this    America Is Dying Slowly (4x)       Yeah, word yo, sliding up in this store right here    I ain't even playing that man, for real    Dig it    Respect how I'm living kid    Here forever, word up    Lubricated joints, ribbed joints is bangin    But they still playing the hotel door man    Word, you know how that be though, you know how that be    Yo, just gettin to be too old    Chick over there lookin like Sonny and Cher    Over there    Yeah    America Is Dying Slowly    Surely    America Is Dying Slowly    America Is Dying Slowly    remember that! Syndrome, be the resident    America Is Dying Slowly    Wu-Tang, Syndrome, be the resident       Noodles, Bobby Steels, Lou Diamonds, Killer Priest    Rolly Rollie Fingers, Johnathan Blaze, Maximillion    Prodigal Sons, Anthony Starks, Hellrazor    Prodigal Son, and in the place, Sixty Second    Sunz of Man, Gambinos, forever...    Keep it safe!    Ol Dirt Schultz, word up baby    Protect yourself!    Keep it safe