RUBBABANDZ

(trigger tha gambler)
There a toker, under the numb, scumb looker
Get the gatherin, big willy, me, thug rich and booker
The gun to gun, face off, street smart nigga
That I'm ready to tear your numbers right off the burners
To throw the d-8 trace off, ruckus click cause the mystery
Sellin, which, cap killin, go down in history
You dissin me, bell to releact the combat
I sit back, when niggaz throw raps
I be like, "where your are at"

(rubbabandz)
It's a leaky-leak world and I don't give a f**k
All I wanna do is puff that purple stuff
The sun ain't never shine on my block
It's like a permanent eclipse
The only light is gun spark
Fightin on the premissis, that you want to be yours
Catch your on the stairs, your floor's eight
But, you won't make it past four
I'm sick and tired of niggaz actin high fashional
Flashin, wackin and not reactin

(smoothe da hustler)
Yall niggaz, know what time it is
Leavin niggaz withour no watches
When I drop this shit about hustlin
Yall niggaz know, who rhyme it is
You gettin the head from bathroom
To book-book to rap-rap to tracks-tracks to wax-wax
When starts toss the headphone
The dead zone, mc's get done since
The grittiest square root
Equals a dead mother f**ker in my circumference
The shell maxed, well matched, dressed in black leather
To come through buildin for buildin
Jack dead for crime cheddar

(shyheim)
All day, I dream about guns, money, cars and bitches
Thirsty niggaz, who want my riches
I got somethin for em, in '96, you gotta be trife or die
That's how it is in the streets of s.i., in God we trust the lye
Niggaz I run with, their mentality is f**k it
And heated with a vest, gun cocked ready to buck shit
Altough they do, to makin crack and dope sales
And jiggy-jigg won't stop us from gettin the dough, for real

(trigger) money, clips and fat stacks make the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round
(rubba) alcohol and marijuana makes the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round
(smoothe) cocaine, lactose and boilin water makes the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round
(shyheim) big guns, money and pussy makes the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round, round

(rubbabandz)
Shaolin, stapleton born and raised
The battlegrounds is where we spend most of our days
I lick a shot for niggaz slingin cooked up rocks


To make the prophet, so all y'all crap niggaz need to stop it
I see my peeps transform like autobots
Shootin at missed, prime ass niggaz, who stop us from makin figgaz
We can't be eliminated, the world wil be contaminated
G.p. players activated

(d.v. alias khrist)
Shot twenty shells, twenty heads fell
Twenty bodies rapped, twenty churches rung death bells
The bitch f**ker, the thug cop chucker
The glock under my belt, tucker, the wild mother f**ker
My lifestyles, maxin, taxin, a pistol wipin
Girl come here, bitch slapped and carjackin
Cap carrier, contract arrangin, twenty-thousand dollar hit
Body, the scenic

(shyheim)
Bet your life nigga on two red and one green dice
For fifty cents, nickels or get nice and pay the price
A hot rolex with ice, fit around my wrist
A gorilla in the mist, with a four fifth, kill you and your bitch
Get you open like bullet wounds, deadly like toxic fumes
Get my peoples ? ? ? through all the ballons
Wack rappers and listeners, this for all yall
Can't follow, put my records out on virgin
Cause my styles be sellin

(smoothe da hustler)
Brooklyn and shaolin puttin the hurtin in front of the curtain
Hookin and crookin, I'm takin back uptown, back downtown like fulton
I house the best, when I be rappin, I be packin
So niggaz in clubs, fire marshalls got me on house arrest
Front, I caution it, I bless so many mics
After I die, niggaz'll cut my hand off and auction it
Nineteen seventy-seven, february eighth
This little nigga be packin big, but I ain't got faith to hustle it

(rubba) thugs, slugs and drugs make the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round
(trigger) hand in pistol, pull out the gristle makes the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round
(shyheim) murderers and carjackers make the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round
(smoothe) state to state, pushin weight make the world go round
(d.v.) what makes the world go round, tound, round, round, round

(d.v. alias khrist)
Brooklyn, brownsville makes the world go round
Shaolin, stapleton makes the world go round
G.p. wu makes the world go round
D.r. period makes the world go round
D.v. alias khrist makes the world go round
I said the ruckus makes the world go round
Mr. trigger makes the world go round
Smoothe da hustler, definitely makes the world go round
Shyheim makes the world go round
Rubbabandz makes the world go round
The nexx level click makes the world go round
It be the crew that makes the world go round
It be the crew, it be the crew that makes the world go round
It be the crew, it be the crew makes the world go round

Intro: RZA, Raekwon

Yo *echoes*
Older cats *echoes*
Yo *echoes*
Whassup Rae? What's going on Son?
Whattup dude?
Yeah, I ain't see y'all cats in a long time
Check it, yo
Y'all better be on that shit too
Older cats max with young godz who got the guns
KnowhatI'msayin son?
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Y'all the little y'all the youth coming up
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums
KnowhatI'msayin son?
Yo son
Of the young Shaolin Monks, chickenheads will get done
You the first man, you go first son

Verse One: Shyheim

I'm mobb deep, in cherry Cherokees I forever be
on some thug shit, runnin wild through New York City
Bustin guns rockin jew-els that shine like sun
Stapleton is where I'm from
And been down for years stayed on point like stairs (yeah, word up)
'cause the jealous motherf**kers want to end my career
I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but I learned ta
Keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated burner
And squeeze, if I get front on my nine millimi
will have my enemies, behind trees
Niggaz that think they live 'cause they puff a little lye
Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don't think they'll kill us

Chorus: RZA, with Rae

Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
You right about that kid
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Now yo y'all just keep everything moving you know
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums
The beat is sounding like Star Trek
Of the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads, with the tongue
So yo, youknowhatI'msayin Son?

Verse Two: Madman

Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon
I meditate then swing with the force of mountains
Brain cells is able to be bi-debatable
When I think it's hazardous to your ozone layer
A pre-meditated killer plan so kill the Mayor, my silencer
causes niggaz to hush, then I rush, like Manchus
who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels
I live by name and cut veins
Burning bodies into flames
Between my anger, I lock down every chamber
Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger
Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic
Build off of rhymin calisthetics
I'm determined, I raise a army like Hitler done Germans
and become the Allied commander, my enemies is catching on camera
They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness
as I hang with Jehovah's Witnesses

Chorus: RZA

Older cats max with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung, by the killa bee stinga from the slums
From the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue

Verse Three: Rubbabandz

Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do
Last year, you ran for the border with your crew
I flip, stacks, all the, time when I rhyme
Libra is my sign, and can't stand swine
When I dine, the automatic weapon
Got niggaz steppin, in the opposite direction
My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you clowns
My proposition, meaning you go round for round
Straight up and down, I broke the sound barrier
Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, nigga check your stacks
Or you'll be rhyming with a broke back
Niggaz talk about they rollin deep up in here
The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair

Chorus: Raekwon, RZA

Older...
Yo, y'all calm down man calm down calm down
Yeah, and yo
Now yo, youknowhatI'msayin?
I wanna tell y'all
Y'all up under the restrictions of the Wu camp
Aiyyo Rae, you got Killa Sin
YouknowhatI'msayin?
Madman, Shyheim the Rugged Child
So just take your time and handle life as it comes
Motherf**kin Rubbabandz, the young godz comin through
Cause the real nigga gonna know what they gotta do
Showin and provin youknowhatI'msayin? Shaolin forever

Verse Four: Killa Sin

Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war f**k the peace
Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at Jones Beach
in the summer, number one gunner run for cover
Keep em steppin with more Lethal Weapons than Danny Gloves
I cock back, action packed raps and gats
niggaz trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
for actin snotty Hobbes catch karate chops
'cause Wu-Tang live, forever and a day
you better pray for better ways to get away when my Beretta spray
We never play with commercialism
The hardcore rhythm give em more hell than an exorcism
My terrordome be a clever poem let it be known
I'm packin chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones
My crew's sicker than that AIDS shit
While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave sift
My right hand man, myself and the Clan
Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred grand
And to my Physical one love power crazy real
for all them carbon copy niggaz lurkin in the rap deal

Chorus: RZA

Older cats max, the young godz yo they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
Come the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue

Older cats max, young godz got the guns
Out of town niggaz best to run
Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, check it out
Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue
From the slum comes the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue
Older cats mack, but young godz got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung
Killa bee stinga from the slum, come the young
Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max, but young godz they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Aiyyo stop it
Older cats max but young godz they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max but young godz got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung...