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[Kung Fu sample]
I must tell you that the Clan is a danger to the public but still for many men just to hear of the name fills them with hate and loathing But why? They've never harmed anyone I'm afraid they did *beat drops* In the past there's something that they would like to forgive First, I'll tell you about their style, planned techniques The main style "Shaolin Finger Jab!" [RZA (Method Man)] Yo.. *sounds of fighting* (Uh-huh) [Kung Fu Sample] We are watchin your whole group You been busy here Around the clock, all we need is your orders to move Met a lot of crosses last night Young and old! You been busy here I respect that! [Method Man (Raekwon)] Yeah, (Eh yo), yeah Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in (Yo) Come on! You know what it is (Thou must part seis all the time, kids) (Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo) We're back! [Raekwon] Peep The Jump Off, ain't nothin sweet, get dumped off Frontin like you won't get deaded and bumped off Drastic son, master guns that'll run up in plastic ones and then go, crash in the slums One tight army, Few Good Men that'll rep Invade your strongarm', Prince of Wales swimmin on feet Props in sales, all yellow L's, cops sleepin on nails Niggaz get realer than real, yo Flash the brown, last time was crowned All navy Woolridge, Wu kicks, movin them pounds, yo Last on niggaz, great adventures of my niggaz and cast out pictures, sendin a rash out the kitchens Like the wind, invite the grin, watch niggaz rewrite the trend Wu niggaz did it again, yo Unhighly, octane, die cast metal frame Lame, let another man heat handle beef [*: Method Man] Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in [GZA] Yo, spark the intro, relevant info Load up the keyboard, 105 tempo Most heated battles, I've blasted MC's Some said that the bullets flew by like angry bees Wu entered on the level, then we would wait and listen While one flashed metal, eight calculate position The world snapped, once we combined our rap Drastic measures, priceless treasures on Nap' Our swords swing, windchill Mount Aerie Native plant standin' on the tall-grass prairie Snares and kicks, off the project bricks It's no act the producer played the role with drumsticks The warning came unnoticed, it's like the shot "On the Dock of the Bay" that slayed Otis, the Nine-Lotus Each one adjust to his own environment Formulate this great LP, a hundred rounds spent Niggas bent on a fruitless search for nourishment They long for this proper guidance encouragement [* 2X] [Method Man] It be The Lost Tribe, 7 Days locked in the dungeon Foamin at the mouth, mad dog in this production The Uncontrolled Substance got me spittin up nuff bars, disgustin The last temptation of the son of David Ruffin Hold my mic sideways when bustin On Judgement Day runnin thru Hell, yellin and cussin at MC's in my circumfrance, y'all niggaz hand-cuffin these hoes and ain't read them they rights or nothin Keep lustin, yea, and I'ma a keep hustlin with Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in You know me, everytime you kiss that hoe you blow me You blow trial trin to walk a mile in my circoni' [* 2X] [Masta Killa (Method Man)] (AHHHHH!!!!) We just touched down, Wu shuttle, private jet Stepped off the plane, the world wept Roll with the Witty Unpredictable Talent All Natural, rock with the bangles of hip-hop Mathematical imperial manifestation of greatness Make wizes scream and shout at the top of their breath essence Captured on tape is precious, bless mic pure defness Awaken from you sleep mistake When the God bring rain, hail, snow to the earthquake! *echoes* [* 2X] [Kung Fu sample] You've been busy Are you mastered? {*Repeat 3x*} You've been busy here.. |
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Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son?
Damn.. nigga got fucked, shit, huh?! By his back, watch nigga run Seven the center of your eight point sun Hold tight grip on the +God-U..Now+ you best be careful! Can't dodge two (??) aimed at your domepiece +Father-U-C-King+ police!! Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Yo Rae it's been a long time son since we bust Gunclap +Glaciers+, ran the world and snatched paper Return to the 36th Chamber Proceed with caution as you enter We have an A.P.B., on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Masta!! Yo somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG.. Up in the boss game wildin, money for grabs I ain't fuckin with crabs, out of state copped two labs Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave. Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dough rehab Tryin to re-up, keep my feet up Snake niggaz in the cut, hold the product Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust Niggaz you can't trust, dealin with lust Seen him at the ballgames with James Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} These are the bones, bones from the grave of Houdini G-Deini, razoni noodles sprinkled on your embry' Climb like the deficit, profits, death threats to Israel slid through Bethlehem bong on one wheel Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's Granddaddy Caddy was coppin 6 G's Begosh all that Oshkosh jumpers Pink Champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall bumpers These (??) camera guys, cause, turn your eyes Sweat on the hammer fly, ways, of the Samurai Newsflash bulletin, Gods on the prowl We full again, ruff men scuff Timbs Sonic bionic lens, RZA console Is it Bush or the Dole, front row of the superbowl Black gold in my soul, on a hoe stroll Don't go boy you on parole you don't know? Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Made 'em throw they hands up, but then lay flat Rat pack eat up, the average alley cat Prepare for the impact when we contact Known to drop backs that crack your hard hat Must I show and prove, trust I, bust I Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the buggy-I Benz Who contends, Wu like the Superfriends Who's your rhymin hero? Wu-Tang rules again Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Yo somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG.. Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum |
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High potency top, smoke a bag of black
And feel the vibe, wanna be wise We, form on a rising corner mean five Laws in disguise, throw on your slides Young niggas racist, smokers is basic We seen the eyes, laying up playing the cut What, stay in the truck, something told me duck Folding me up, my shoulders struck Out of luck, fuck the potters up Fell on a daze like a Golotta snuff Niggas tried to body me up I'm in the lobby bleeding Niggas in the witness office probably eating And sprinting and beefing, when they heard the shots Called the precinct and seen barber nieces beasting Niggas shot Shalar features and shocked her was a Elisis, Bent the spinal cordless creatures I'm gagging and flagging a cab down Guess who in the Benz wagon, dragging my sound down Macking it was Dale Breedy the greedy Caniving ass snake genie Cop with a bikini will murder charge and benini I'm feeling wheezy and the drain from the cheeba Grieving ain't even looking decent Seeing police niggas reaching That splash against my hollow bones That rocks my... Fleeing the crime scene speeding Beefing leaving behind cream Not even peeping that I was leaking Won't see the precinct just got a recent case beaten Still jakes are creeping Don't blow ya spot, stay the weekend Keep the ruger peeling who's squealing Few knew the dealings Keep the steel concealed in Cause we got no time for feelings Eyes on the building guards are on the corners illing Million dollar block villain plotting on a killing Feel like, a superhero talking like a true Deniro They boost his ego path and broke down Reduced to zero Cops feel we poors hoping I'll reveal my source, source That splash against my hollow bones That rocks my soul Oh oh, oh oh Outside the check cashing, flashing Dipped in fashion Five cherry-faced fagots tried to cash in They keep laughing, Ghost you get ya face bashed in Who gave you these priveledges son? why you maxing? And we.. Feigning to take those move slow I'm hearing how you broke Rob's nose And I heard you keep a banging hammer Golden brass diamonds embroideries That was stolen that you haven't reported g Make very little noise, my shit hiccup Don't make this big stick up bigger Me and the boys I thought for a second then chose Rather than froze Had the jim star on my hand Yo what the fuck yo! that's when I ripped Timothy Snatch and dip john like imbaggable Had the mini axe tool, faxed him Shots rang off, bing, boggle-de-dum That splash against my hollow bones |
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| 4. |
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RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on
Ring the bell so it's time to eat Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats Bomb isdide the palm Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass ironed on The front with my pump built like the Klumps To carry it I take the spare out the trunk I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise Blast! Don't panic Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed? Hell nah! I won't tell you son If I find a wack ID I sell you one Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah My lecture's like Hannibal Lector's Where's the ketchup? Don't speak on it, shut ya trap I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks Ah woo, Doc in my own zone You say you got the rapgames sewn, but it's sewn wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fucking money! Uhuh, check it I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on First issue got issues What is hip-hop to Hot Nickles? It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word Look at my hand and get the third Finger out ya earhole like: Fuck what you hear Now that's what I call harcore, let's act fool Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the city And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese Ain't no rules to the game, if it is we aint playin In your business like EPMD, "So What Cha Sayin'" You co-designin that bullshit yo man tryin Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!! Slugs flyin Yo, ya Check, the code echos from magazines to the big screen Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant We roll longer than dice in a casino Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0 Behind the tinted windows I lay low On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0 But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty On third time fellon just hit with over 30 No worries, style have em so thirsty First degree heats are quittin on me Cold turkey, no mercy I bring the pain of a hundred migraines But a thousand shoutin my name that's why I came But first bring the cashburst, then the outburst My surround sound pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse I flex muscle outside I find a next hustle Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle Even the best buckle win I take it to the exteme It gets ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get cream This life |
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| 4:11 |
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Run'din from fires of the city, and tee bloood
Blooood, blood, bloooood.. blooood You two ta both from EE-hee-ma, ah ya both from Jahnker You ta both from fire outside You both from To-ah-ee One bloood, one bloood, one bloood I was rollin, showin my age, unshaven rugged with my Timberland boots that paid I walk with a slight lean from the weight of my heat Givin a green to shine infra-red beam At the street traffic light recorders Takin pictures of our corners Cameras on the side of the buildings, we destroy 'em The Chameleon throws cream to children, out the window We movin in unmarked vans, disguised as a light tan with plastic phasers in rubber hands Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim How dare you call the Gods in vein Not knowin the seriousness of this and why I came to Earth, feet first I dare you lion tame to the beat of the drum No questionin to the session, I walk with gun The magnum of bust-es head for many directions unknown Another statistic, change the balistics on the nozzle, make em goggle and swallow Scrape the craters of the brain for data Old scriptures on withered paper beginnin take shape and form when the Gods get on it and crash your college dorm You two ta both from uptown, ah your both from downtown Your ta both from An-ah-town, ah yah both from 'roundtowm One bloood, one blooood, one blooooood The pussy 'nit find it Travel w'on, raise your wine That's blooood yuud, blooood Now verse 2, even more deadly than the first, unrehearsed raw footage Part 2 for you, I give this dedication, project elimination Here's a burnt offering, nothing up my sleeve I'm just vanishin with the vanishin cream Here's jewels to live by Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe A bomb only has one time to explode When I break I'm takin everything, turn the city streets to Dusty Rhodes Behold this return of the Invincible Tone Rude like Governor Tuse and King Toustume, who gave the order to bust 'em? Don't ask this is Genuine Draft Blueprint ultimate legit sting international, stone love classical comin back, to attack in black fatigue Wu-Tang and Junior Reid You two ta both from Lebanon, ah ya both from Iran You da both from China, ah ya both from Japan One blooood, one blooood, one blooood You two ta both from uptown, ah ya both from down sout' You da both from An-ah-town, ah ya both from long (??) One bloood, one blooood, one blooood The pussy 'nit find it Travel w'on, raise your wine That's bloood, yuud, blooood, bloood Mothers fighting daughters every day Fathers fighting sons Sisters hating sisters Rappers getting murdered, every day You two da both from Eeh-hee-ma, ah ya both a Juhnker You da both from fire outside Ya both a (??) One bloood, one blooood, one bloooood You two da from da Brook-a-lyn, ah ya both from Jonx You da dumb prom queen, ah ya both from Jersey One bloood, one bloood, one bloood You two da both from Long Island, ah ya both from Philly You ta both from Carneitty, ah ya from from over south One bloood, one bloood, one bloood |
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| 6. |
| 5:31 |
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Yeah
Huh, huh Yeah Fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that... Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherfuckin bullets for niggas and shit Knowhatimsayin? I feel you my nigga Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that I'm diggin it Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up Knowhatimsayin? Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin? Tired of takin motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that I'm diggin it Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up Knowhatimsayin ? * MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur... [4X] 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 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 Oooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckers 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 buillshittin wit it MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur (say what) MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur * Repeat 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 verse, freestyle or rehearsed I wreck emcees 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, Rza 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 o dawn Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock |
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| 3:58 |
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watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger code red danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal too hot to handle Ya battle you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel I make more noise than heavy metal The way I make the crowd go wild sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin on pal call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb shit like math So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot It's the Method Man for short Mr Meth Movin on your left And set it off get it off let it off like a gat I wanna break full cock me back Small change they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over but they don't know no better But I do true can I get a sue Nuff respect due to the one six I mean ohh yo check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical Ooh what grab my nut get screwed Oww here comes my Shaolin style True B A B Y U to my crew with the suuue Yo ya best protect ya neck First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center you enter the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin Ason Unique rollin with the night of the creeps Niggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats if rap was a gun you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin star Cause who I are is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile ran the apostle Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom bangs like African drums Comin around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah another one dare G Gka Genius Take us the fuck outta here The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every cent For tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20 watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors they're scared to death to pump these First of all who's your A&R A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck |
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| 4:31 |
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Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets,
mindin my own business.. and BAM!! I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR that it was a mistake. I accept that as a part of my destiny! {*Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha*} Whattup kid? That's right.. Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo.. *Aiyyo let my niggas live We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo Let my niggas live We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves Let my niggas live We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live Handle your bid and kill no kids Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y'all niggas is weak Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak That's that fire move like Schwinns yo Invisible pens that write light, leave blends Hit with the JF Kennedy shot Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got Bolt off, but got clocked Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up Design your alphabet, reps get graded We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length Home of Allah's ten big rooms So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head *Repeat I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?" Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine It drove lots of men to die with no name I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created The only nigga Sad?dated, the most hated, Nas nigga *Repeat Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project Checkin shorty with the +Black Tail+ stance, leapord pants Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor Semi-autos roar in the building hall Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times So I live by the sword and obey hood laws Make my team click like high heels on wood floors *Repeat |
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| 3:35 |
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Technique is ill son, watch how I spill one
Peace to Biggie Tupac Big L and Big Pun Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches House niggaz children watch as they produce the same pattern Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80's FOR THOSE THAT MURDERED ME SHALL STAND BEFORE GOD TO FALL AT THE HANDS OF FATE, THEN OUT COMES THE ROD Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back.. {*record run backwards*} What the fuck is goin on? I can't go to sleep Feds jumpin out they jeeps, I can't go to sleep Babies with flies on the cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep Ish bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleep Aiyyo we deep in the stairs, we carry (?) guns (?) got, hit up with the big shit, bam-bam Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot So past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot Not knowin FUCKIN WITH ME, you get your meat chopped YOU THOUGHT WE FELL ON OUR FACE? YOU NEED TO BE STOPPED CALL ON THE CHARIOTS, CALL ON AN AMBULANCE YOU BETTER SMILE MY NIGGA, YOU ON CANDID CAM Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls Nigga motherfuckin eunuch, I even take which was yours I'm the nigga that made you man When your rap wasn't doin well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand! Don't kill your brother, learn to love each other Don't get mad.. cause it ain't that bad Look at who you are.. you've come so far It's in your hands, just be a man Get the jelly out your spine! Cobwebs, out of your mind I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes They shot the father at his mom's building seven times They shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds Jesse watched, as they shot King on the balcony Exported Marcus, Garvey cause he tried to spark us with the knowledge of ourselves, and our forefathers Ohh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in AMERICA'S WATCHIN, BLOOD STAINED INK BLOTCHES MEDGAR TOOK ONE TO THE SKULL FOR INTERGRATING COLLEGE WHAT'S THE SCIENCE? SOMEBODY? THIS IS TRICK KNOWLEDGE THEY TRY TO KEEP US ENSLAVED AND STILL SCRAPE FOR DOLLARS Walkin through Park Hill, drunk as a +FUCK+ Lookin around like, these +DEVILS+, I'm ready to break this world down They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate And just, give me no time to relax, and use my mind to meditate What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew? Grab a two-two and run out there AND PUT THIS FUCKIN VIOLENCE IN YOU? I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em son.. I.. Don't let the game make you lose your head You should be callin the shots instead The power is in your hands.. Stop all this cryin, and be a man |
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| 4:38 |
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Yo, this is a Wu-Banger two thousand and one noise maker
off the hook guerilla anthem This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way And I'll smack the shit outta ANY OF YOU DJ's that front on this shit.. think I'm playin? *I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs, do you really? I heard y'all niggas like to bang bang, do you really? I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs, do you really? I heard y'all niggas like to bang bang, do you really? I never been a fan of the fame, I got love for the game Never lust for the dames, I got dust in my veins Little off in the brain, kid talks butter slang Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane Spent a lot of dough, it's so hard to explain And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the name Wu-Tang, see me at the next, X Winter Games Snowboardin down a ski range, it's a blue and grey frame Keep, pointin the finger, I'm that nigga to blame The main reason why you tuck the chain Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain And I'm leavin the rap game the same way I came Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat Little Meth got my back, so do Pinky Fat-Fat Let me hit that {*inhale*} contact, learn how to act Before you bring that drama the end; I'll fade to black Positive, hate kids who tell me lies Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy Got nine lives, nine wives that don't listen Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin Wu limited edition - hot off the presses I guess it's, curtains for competition Method, runnin 'em out, gun in my mouth The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house After midnight, eatin MC's, change to a gremlin You tremblin, behind the Kremlin wall, surrenderin That's what you get for Russian/rushin, in the direction I was bustin Polish your sword, your shit is rustin *Repeat One-two Testin, testin, mic check wreckin Steps into the session Automatic weapon off safety, don't play me But brings all them things with silencers My clan is liver than your average '85er Strive to stay alive I play for keeps in the streets Cause it's real on the battlefield Shells hit the ground from the steel Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind Words combine when I rhyme to feed the blind Prepare my queen for battle and walk down I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance Gave word bond, sword silence Me in military fatigues, bulletproof underneath Buy enough ammunition to round and sweep the streets of Brooklyn, central, sugar-whipped the rental while I'm lickin out the window at y'all, fuck y'all *Repeat Yo, we thrive on street life, we strive to eat right They blind and need sight, we tried to be nice They talk the small talk, we walk the long walk We lost, they all thought, they forced to fall short We rock for hard rocks, rocked the hot blocks Shop and cop rocks, watch the top notch in action Begin to make your head spin Wu Tang my breddren, we bang like veterans They paid for record spins, taste the medicine Or face the double M, we came to trouble them Hustle them for they 20 mill' then buckle them 'Nuff to spin out the blue, bitches lovin them Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten Stumblin thug passions, it must've been *Repeat (x2) |
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| 2:38 |
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Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?
Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now? Yeah yeah yeah.. Historical and monumental shit What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what's best for you y'all niggaz better safeguard your shit Even though we rep brass knuckle rap Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap Street niggaz now the corporate boss Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb Your whole show wack and I'ma cancel your sitcom Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired and real calm You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm The way we blow SHIT is a shame Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW! Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs That's my specialty, more to bust Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord I analyze your work those that got merked were not established Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry S-5, blowin through Asbury Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse's Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand See the color of the carved out Wu emblem Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him Move up the block, giant box blast my song Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris I zoom in, while the listeners tune in Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed He produce at unattainable rains of top speed This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise Starlight scope, with the night vision device Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice {*GUNBLAST*} |
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| 4:50 |
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[RZA]
1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga... [HOOK: Paulissa Morgan] Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it [Meth] Ha, holocaust from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, off course (off course) Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees [ZZZH] African killer bees blackwatch (blackwatch) On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH] From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BRBRR!] Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!] Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!] Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...] [U-God] I'm the kid with the golden arms [Meth] And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...] Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride Can't stand niggas that floss too much Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much Kid wanna get up then kid get touched Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck I'm the one that called your bluff When your boy tried to act tough... Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up! Now listen [Meth over hook] Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... [Ghostface] E with the English, extinguish styles extremist Bald head beamers run wild It's the kid with the gold cup Stepped out like what What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, rock those all day 1960 shit I'm Goldie That's right motherfucker don't hold me The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock Skin painted on my face look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes Change those, bang those, same old, same old [Raekwon] Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talkin 'bout [U-God] Yo, step to my groove, move like this When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless Grab the mic with no excuses In a sec, grab the teks and loot this Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next You all stank, we got the bigger bank Bigger shank to fill your tank Still the same kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits... On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit... Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets I hear the hot shit [Meth over hook to end] |
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| 3:51 |
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Him speaketh in tongues into the hearts of all flesh
Yeah stanyoi Whoi Oh God, I beg for forgiveness So help me Lord, yes I beg for forgiveness Deep in my heart, please, I'm crying for forgiveness Allah U Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness Branded by the steel iron, bullets flying Ladies being hit through wickedness, I'm losing my grip I thought we lived by the books, The Bible, Koran We pick cotton, my back is still hot and dark and They threw burners in our babies' faces Pale hands that looked scary touched our bodies in the strangest places Sweat from the white man's head Fell on our daughters as she cried, giving white man head, almighty Alrighty, niggaz is screwing God won't you tell me why these ho niggaz is screwing? I'm sorry father, sacrifice me, leave me wife Sacrifice me twice, so my kids can see paradise... So we heed our god king sellasie I, jah rastafari who is seated in zion and reigneth in all In the hearts of all flesh Whoa wow Let my task oh jah with them that strive with me Fight against them Whoa wow that fight against me Whoa wow Take hold thy shield and rock and stand up for my health Oh jah, oh jah, only you can comfort me La la la, la la la la la, la la la la La la la whoi stand out Curse to the wicked snakes who try to snatch the truth away Cursed be the ones who try to take our youth away Peace to the black, the brown, the red, yellow, and white seed We don't discriminate man over color/creed They tried to snatch up our beats, son, and steal our culture and German Catholics, whitewashing Roman sculptures How dare you try to deny Allah's intelligence? Kidnap the truth, and destroying the black evidence Glory be to the father Glory be to the son (Glory be to the holy one) Glory be to the holy one The holder of creation whoi As jah was in the beginning is now and forever shall be Jah world Jah world without end whoi So we heed our god king sellassie I, jahova god, jah rastafari Who is seated in zion and reigneth in the hearts of In the hearts of all flesh whoi |
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