Rules"
[RZA] All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes
[scratched samples] "Both hands clusty" - Ghost, "Pullin out gats" - Raekwon "Double barreled" - Meth, "Blew off the burner kinda dusty" - Ghost "We back, don't test" - Raekwon, "Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth "Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth "Math, let the plate spin" - GZA, "Many brothers y'all be sparkin" "Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" - Inspectah Deck "If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu" - Method Man
[Ghostface Killah] Who the fuck knocked our buildings down? Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch? Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits! No disrespect, that's where I rest my head I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead America, together we stand, divided we fall Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war!
[Inspectah Deck] Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball Role call where my niggaz that's one for all And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk Then smoke a ounce as we count mills Providin you pure ecstasy without pills
[Chorus: Method Man] Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man How the fuck did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu
[Masta Killa] Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real We live from (?), it's the God I-Reelz Yo wonderful, spark the blillz Let me build with the people for the mills I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill
[StreetLife] How you livin StreetLife? I'm surrounded by criminals Serial killers tote guns without the serial High-tech, street intellect, all digital Project original, sheisty individual New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us
[Chorus]
[Raekwon the Chef] Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom At home, it's worth money, I adorns Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink Daddy everybody get money from now on Payday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430 That shit that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo
[Method Man] We can eat right, or we can clap these toys I'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy Who y'all kiddin? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin? It's Hot Nixon, same team same position Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! Hard like a criminal Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck
"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth "Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth - "Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang"
[Method Man] It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is..
[Chorus]
Soul Power (Black Jungle)" (feat. Flavor Flav)
[Flav] Two thousand and two! [Chef] Lookin like a tennis player [Flav] Representin the Wu! [Chef] You gangsta nigga? [Flav] Two thousand and two! [Chef] You? You isn't! [Flav] Representin the motherfuckin Wu! [Chef] Stand for it right now
[Flavor Flav] Two thousand and two! .. You know how we do! For you and your crew! Representin the motherfuckin Wu!
[Raekwon the Chef] Aiyyo catch me coolin in Aruba, one sneaker on Lookin raw beautiful, a blue Ruger, who you lookin at? 600 whale, steel color, Brazil love us Y'all niggaz is fake - all y'all do is steal from us Remember this line, I'm that nigga word to my mother Slap one of y'all fake ass niggaz Reefer from Egypt daddy we rock magnums All big niggaz heavy on the wrist play diss niggaz Ghost story blow 'em, RZA throw the fork through 'em Me, Wonder Woman cousin, jewelried out, talk to him Hammers that bust endlessness, cover terrorism what? Slide in the 7, measure the whips
[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan + (Flavor Flav)] It's soul power! (Two thousand and two!) Soul power! (You know how we do!) Soul power! (For you and your crew!) Soul power! (Representin Wu!) Soul power! (You know how we do!) Soul power! (Two thousand and two!) Soul power! (For you and your crew!) Soul power! (Representin Wu!)
[Masta Killa] I'm a dollar and a dream from seein a brick In grimy hallways, slingin nicks and treys When it's on then it's on and poppin, shots lickin I'm spittin this shit for the hood, glock clickin Tension in the street, we stressed, still wanna eat I walk through the valley of death, the hotstepper Holdin red pepper, everybody on reach I need a beat to expand, the mind guide the hand Pen stroke, excellent quotes of literature Nights over Egypt, black as Arabia Gundeliro(?) Self I savior, I need the (uh)
[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan + (Flavor Flav)] Soul power! (You know how we do!) Soul power! (For you and your crew!) Soul power! (Representin Wu!) Soul power! (You know how we do!) Soul power! (Two thousand and two!) Soul power! (For you and your crew!) Soul power! (Representin Wu!)
[Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo, aiyyo Aiyyo I got the whip smellin like lemon Roger Clemens jerseys the man blew seven cold coolies in the Worthy and I crush those rappers, keep the toast near the rad-iator We like our guns warm, it's easier to make the papers Stayed off, the cape came off, Ghost G'd off The track's like doin six months and I'ma beat off At the airport attention always flow in my direction like You let the best then sparkle his perfection and Bitches be askin them, Ghost you got so much shit You need to cash in, bracelets matchin 'em
[U-God] Yo, yo Line Cadillacs to blocks, Richard Pryor, Redd Foxx Jukebox records, flatfooted cops Get automatic systematic jumpin in your socks Mama's apple pie in the park hopscotch Reunited on the radio, Wu-Tang superb In the sprinklers girls double-dutchin on the curb Sinatra, the pop the Jackson 5 recordings Uptown Saturday, "Cotton Came to Harlem" Ringmaster circus was, Bailey and Barnum Crack a Coca-Cola, summer heat was my boredom Dr. J before Jordan, Al Green on the organ When Rerun did the dance, the whole world saw him The blackout fears, Foxxy Brown, Pam Grier Ford motor gear, your life and times queer "Smokey the Bear", Burt Reynolds gray hair Throw 'em some gems, throw up your fists and say yeah, it's
[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan + (Flavor Flav)] Soul power! (Two thousand and two!) Soul power! (You know how we do!) Soul power! (For you and your crew!) Soul power! (Representin Wu!) Soul power! (You know how we do!) Soul power! (Two thousand and two!) Soul power! (For you and your crew!) Soul power! (Representin Wu!)
[Flavor Flav] I'm the nigga that got you talkin bout "Fight the Power"..
[Meth] Aiyyo Flav [Flav] Whassup Meth? [Meth] What you know about niggaz from Long Island right? [Flav] Huh? [Meth] True Long Island right? [Flav] All my life! [Meth] All your life right? [Flav] All my life! [Meth] Westbury [Flav] Word up, Freeport, Long Island, Roosevelt, Long Island [Flav] And and an-an-and went through Westbury too [Flav] You from Westbury? [Meth] Nah I got family in Westbury, New Castle Park and them [Flav] Oh stop jokin, I ain't know that [Flav] You from Hempstead? Yo man, my family from Hempstead! [Flav] The Heights man [Meth] Yeah, (?) [Flav] Word up, come on man [Meth] (?) [Flav] Oh, what? [Meth] (?), Hundred Terrace Avenue [Flav] Stop jokin, the El Dorados, nigga what? [Flav] I got family up in El Dorados right now nigga word! [Flav] That's where I'm from, that's my block! [Flav] That's MY BLOCK RIGHT THERE! Aiyyo! [laughing] [Flav] That's right y'all, that's right, it's all good [Flav] Me and Method Man from the motherfuckin hood! [Flav] So get it from the Bricks to the fuckin wood! [Meth] YEAH NIGGAZ! [Flav] KnowhatImean? Word up to the bird up [Flav] They caught the bird, made him soup, now I sip from out my cup [Flav] Nigga! [all laughing] [Flav] Oh yo man you just hit me in the head with a brick for real [Flav] You got me bleedin from the side of the head Meth [Meth (mumbling)] .. you're a beautiful fuckin person [Flav] Yo Meth.. yo Meth..
[Flavor Flav] Yo check one two Without me havin my finger in the plug I'm gettin shocked anyway, hahaha!
"Since you're all so skilled, let's fight your way - Shaolin style. Come on!"
Uzi (Pinky Ring)"
[U-God] Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo
It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise
[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan] I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
[Raekwon the Chef] Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggaz, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Killah] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles
[Chorus]
[RZA] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary"
[Method Man] John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot
[Inspectah Deck] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals
[Masta Killa] This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see
[GZA] From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets
[Chorus]
One Of These Days"
[Chorus: sampled singer (Inpsectah Deck)] One of these days and you wont be long (It wont be long now) One of these days and you wont be long (You bound to come up) One of these days and you wont be long (Keep your eyes on us) One of these days and you wont be long (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Deck)
[Inspectah Deck] I'm from the home where the buffalo roam And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck Talk with signs up, walk with the iron tucked Leave your eyes wide shut Money bag's on +The Table+, gots to get locked up Rebel I's simply slicker, pick up a pretty sister Dig her out on +The Table+, bend off the remy licker Head splitter, deliver so cold I send shivers From many figures, battle the world or any nigga I'm Uptown +Saturday Nite+ like Bill Carr's Got weed in the jars with vanilla cigars On the strip, eyeballin' the chicks, holdin' the mix Blast off of my shit, vibratin' the whip
[Chorus: sampled singer (Raekwon)] One of these days and you wont be long (That's what you call it pa) One of these days and you wont be long (Chef!)
[Raekwon] Yo I'm sicker than the V12 [X5] With cracks in the Rolly jumper all we do is Drink fuckin' Drive Real niggas raise up, Mommy get your feet off +The Table+ The cable luck bare, my man got me one on his leckle It's nothin' for me to get up with you, guts with you Blow off them matches and sit up with you Aiyo the streets, what is gettin' more crazy? Stressin' me nothin', investin' the leathers, we all into things blazin' Slingin' coke is just a normal habit, rappers we wear Straddlers with cannons and hatchets gettin' cheers Yatzis are fresh off the block, block squeezin', it's real If we get real, put pop, poppin' at your blocks equal Take these niggas and throw 'em in lakes, it's business Rake these niggas on the mic, display your ninjas Nines crowns verses your nine towns Run up with nine 9's, brown down, get to lyin' you down
[Chorus: sampled singer {U-God} (Raekwon)] One of these days and you wont be long {Yo} (That's what you call it pa) One of these days and you wont be long {Yo, yo}
[U-God] I come from the slums, I ain't no dummy My testiment talk, represent money This +Verbal Intercourse+, fueled by exhaust The bread winner, head spinner, coldest with the force No remorse, endorse the rap artist So flamboyant cos I pimp slap the hardest Ever since the +Triumph+ we've been missin' them soldiers We came tonight, boy the mission is cobra, full exploder Bulldose through the rubbish, I'm in too deep boy I just gotta love this, they call we Too Sweet One of the nine brothers, I'm so unique Every line that smother, the situation's grim It's bloody sin cos every time I want out they pull me back in I see my reflection in the chrome mack 10 Ask the passer who's faster with the pen Then pull it, nine hollows, amorettos That's how I like it, sweat on my wine bottles The automobiles with them shiny assed hubs The endo pull, with the bathtub club, my angel's in the mud Veteran smile, +Dat's Gangsta+ shit, that American style Dig it, prick or prey I'm quick to slay with the rectifier shit, caught by the ricochet nigga
"I got to know"
[Chorus x4: sampled singer (Raekwon)] One of these days and you wont be long (That's what you call it pa) One of these days and you wont be long
"I got to know"
Y'all Been Warned"
[Method Man] Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two Hear me ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore MC's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo' El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery
[Chorus: Method Man]
Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!"
[RZA] Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my Watch the block get clear when I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin which Clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly To try to detain the slang that we can to polly Plus you didn't peep Arief, kid, you sleep I seen this heap of shit, you in steep
[Chorus: Method Man]
Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo,Amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle You ever hear me losin, one of y'all fix the panel Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin third string players, first day in the game It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come Make the world shake with one continuous drum
[Chorus: Method Man]
Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
[Raekwon & (Masta Killa)]
Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard y'all forgot Wu) Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too) Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin at the cops too) Eh-yo, my Wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest Gorilla things, monster background with a history You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods Picture me stabbin you in the yard for R's Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in
[Chorus: Method Man]
Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!"
Babies"
[Intro/Chorus: Madame D] Light is shinin.. beauty sunshine Here comes one-time.. the ball was so fine Heat is blazin.. the kids were playin His partner was shady.. tryin to slave the babies
[Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn All this while he let the fiends cook it The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missin The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens Even though her leg was bitten Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins Paleface cop who done popped the desk And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some niggaz know him as the Godson of Gotti And his black partner, he was scared to speak He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks He saw his colleague pick up money before leavin his beat They call him desk duty, Robocop Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block
[Chorus]
[Raekwon the Chef] Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor His partner turned red in his waist, Mase done smacked her with the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her Heard she was dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid Wavin her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks He grabbed her by the air, she broke his jaw it cracked More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five Wildest niggaz just smilin cause it look live They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me (?) Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
[Chorus]
[GZA] You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crimey cat You sometime me, don't need to remind me about livin in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store The bum holdin the door, the mugging no one saw We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores Small percentage determined to strengthen they position Transformation from critical to, stable condition But it still be obstacles on niggaz that's optical Watchin you like salt-water sharks that's tropical The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it Whether - hold up, set up, stabbin or a wet up Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts And for some, another way out, is music and sports That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot that won the championship, with just oh on the clock
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Radioactive (Four Assassins)"
"You will be punished (Wu-Tang style) for all your evil deeds. (Wu-Tang style) Be warned - you will suffer.. (Wu-Tang style) .. justice!" (Wu-Tang style)
[GZA] Slept on this hazardous enterprise Hit from the back, from a long range attack in disguise Week self-captivity became months Those who were holdin it down they hold a pump Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer? Got a mass of starvin niggaz wanna eat supper Unfair corruptions lead to abductions Creatin wider circles of destructions So we attack, with the pen and blaze in From the terrifyin to the fascinating Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to give credit Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits They heavily defended airfields But they bodies rot behind punctured steels When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice? Oh that water was my liquid of choice Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet Powerful projection, noise is deafening Carrier battle groups, that's threatening Higher level bombing, plus The shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loud In the same crucial manner but different style
(Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang style!)
[Raekwon the Chef] Yeah.. Aiyyo once again, all blunts again Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I'm in Allah's helpful most, innovative raps that brought wealth through, shot out the belch too We holdin, automatic semis with sick lines Run up, body niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz Styles so sharp, state of the art Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin darts Flowin like water, "Apocalypse Now" Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you short us Runnin through parkin lots, don't get caught Let off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the blocks
[Method Man] It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin in the hood Gotta a hundred wolves waitin in the woods for the Clan's forthcomin I miss you in the game a court summons And fugitives of rap caught runnin, y'all get locked up E'rything was wack 'til we popped up And got it on and poppin like Orville Reddenbacher Potnah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha Request lines are now open, you see these MC's chokin and thinkin, "What's that SHIT they be smokin?" I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious [hach, spit] Y'all niggaz got some fuckin nerve to critic what I write, that's my muh'fuckin word Blah blah blah, like N'Sync Kiss that ass "Bye Bye Bye" knahmsayin? I ain't playin
[Masta Killa] Many shall come, few chose to stay exact Track after track I'm fightin for survival Before me I see hills and mountains they sway The words gotta move and the crowd's like the ocean I walk water holdin y'all suspended with the vocal What's the total people that came to see the Gods? I gave thought talent, construct my best poetry Potentcy, high-level content Side effect may cause a tec to eject, many places All ages streets to cages, split faces Shoutin nuff love to the peeps from Miami We live from Pulaski and spread glassy
Back In The Game" (feat. Ron Isley)
"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"
[Method Man] Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know
[Inspectah Deck] Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, the usual suspects, we at it Vexed at it, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me - always have and will be Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday
[Chorus: Ron Isley] Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now
[Method Man] Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope
[GZA] We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+ Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signin They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
[Chorus - 0.75X] [Raekwon] Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!") [R. Isley] Shit's bout to change..
[Raekwon the Chef] Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich
[Ghostface Killah] Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast (?) It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit
[Chorus]
Iron Flag"
[Intro/Chorus: Raekwon] Murder one of y'all niggaz.. Get to hurtin one of y'all niggaz.. Bitches, snatch the shirt off one of y'all niggaz
[Raekwon the Chef] ... kick dirt Color glocks splitters just listen there's UFO visitors Fly paintings remainin, reclinin pro-comissioner One boot off he Rudolph, know he hyped flew off Hibernatin, dead in the makin, ear-rake him, gear-rake him Technician murderer, Wu hit the universe Our words is crush, fingers icy slush, ringers wants Mercedes bust Tip bottles, Movado, sailin in some Wu googles you follow Mail and jail letters, sendin niggaz lottos What made you murder my flow, what made you rival my clothes What made you -- fuck it, yo son these niggaz gotta owe I think a lot of flows, I flip exotic hoes We paintin pictures if it's (?) I seen a lot of those Gettin fly with Ghost, power just buy the boats RZA your vision is exquisite, daddy hide your scrolls Platonic chronic shows, tonic prose Off the meter Panasonic know, son line me a ho
[Masta Killa] Devestatin shockwaves strikin the nation Newsflash, warn the people, assassination The hour of detonation, pure untampered or mixed in any form In any form mixed untampered it's pure Dissect each line of the rhyme Find my ingredients and nutrients Teach patience and obediance before movement Killer bee student enrollment I'm out your control and expose if it's synthetic Quote these plush degrees as I inject, there's many at risk Slang therapist Shallah Rae plus the people, with magnificent wordplay
[Chorus]
[Inspectah Deck] Aiyyo you know the half, some get respect, most we show the path They quoted tracks while we spoke math, blowin fast Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft I don't flash, hoes love me cause I hold a stash Known to blast, paramedics couldn't close the gash Floatin past in an alley with the oak dash Show the cash, watch it blow in half, it's no fair They goin mad, check their tape recorders and their notepads Crabs wanna play me close and grab Can't believe you on the canvas, I'm just throwin jabs Where the powers you supposed to have, hand in your soldier rag You posin bad, show your ass son, you won't last With heavy weights that elevate the whole mass Compose a smash, rollin grass at Ghost lab
The Glock"
.. good thing we brought the glock
[U-God] Yo, yo [clears throat] Yo - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK It's a block party, niggaz just bust shots Pssh - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK Thought you had props, with yo' gangsta bop - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK Meet me on the Hill or the Ave. hilltop Pssh - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK You like what you see, my shiny-ass rock - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK
[Ghostface Killah] I fuck the shit out of Patricia Drummonds Looked out the window when her man was comin - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK Catch me at the Ruckers game Playin the side with my spaghetti chain - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK Riker's Island shanked down There go them niggaz who blew Hal my nigga - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK I'm at the ATM Niggaz lookin sneaky in the grey BM Yo - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK
[RZA] Twenty drunk crabs try to push through the back door - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK Five boxcutters drawn they was ready for war - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK That's that thug down from Southside who tryin to front son - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK Little dog bout to flip, someone fucked his baby moms - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK
[Chorus: U-God singing] Never leave home without it - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK Y'all niggaz ain't bout it, bout it - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK Never leave home without it - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK Y'all niggaz ain't bout it, bout it - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK
[Masta Killa] You niggaz thought somethin was sweet cause we rollin with the seeds today - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK Back in the A-Train, Halloween Niggaz in masks, want my name ring - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK It's Brooklawn day, Pinkhouse day Park Hill Stapleton day - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK That same cat we stomped out Seen him at Eastern Parkway, to park (?) - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK
[Raekwon the Chef] We in the spot where the money's marked NARCs just jump through the window yo - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK Them niggaz killin young niggaz at will Check how they did my little man son - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK We ain't slaves, we just rich renegades that's paid Born in the ghetto yo - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK Up in the staircase, flooded with cakes Screwfacin with the dirty eights - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK
[Chorus]
- GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK [repeat 4X to end]
Careful (Click, Click)"
[RZA] 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!!
[U-God] Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum
[Masta Killa] 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!!
[Cappadonna] 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
[Ghostface Killah] 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
[U-God] 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?
[Inspectah Deck] 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
[Cappadonna] 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..
[Ghostface Killah] Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click}
[U-God] Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum
Hollow Bones"
[Raekwon] 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...
[Inspectah Deck] 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
[Ghostface] 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
Redbull"
[Redman] 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 iron dawn The font of my appartment built like the Klumps To carry it I take the spear 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 Lecture'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 on, but it's all wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softy-truck Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fucking money!
[*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*]
[Method Man] 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 hiphop to Hot Nickles It's like Funk Docter's 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 hit we ain't planned In your business like EPMD So What You Sayin' You codesignin that bullshit yo man tryin Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!! Slugs flyin
[*Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck*]
[Inspectah Deck] 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 Silo 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 surroundsound pound ya ear like ... curse I flex muslce 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
One Blood Under W"
[Junior Reid] 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
[Masta Killa] I was rollin, showin my age, unshaven rugged with my Timberland boots that paid I walk with a slight lean from the way that my heat givin a green the shine infra-red beam at the stret 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 bolistics 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
[Junior Reid] 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
[Masta Killa] Now verse 2, even more deadly than the first, unrehearsed raw footage Part 2 for you, I give this dedication, project elimination He'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 bum 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
[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
Conditioner"
[ODB + Snoop] 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 ?
[ODB: HOOK] MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur... [4X]
[Snoop] Yeah, yeah Wu-Tang Clan Big Snoop D O double G Somethin for the 2000
[ODB] 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
[HOOK with Snoop's "say what" at end of amateur...]
[Snoop] 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
[HOOK]
[Snoop] yeah, yeah...
[BEAT SWITCH]
[Gza] 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
[Deck] 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
Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)"
[INS] Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you All the way from the slums of Shaolin Special uninvited guests Came in through the back door Ladies and gentlemen, it's them!
Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras Takin it straight to Big Man On Campus Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas Scandalous, made the metro panic Cause static, with or without the automatic And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard
[Raekwon] Ayo, ayo Waves is spinnin, blades is spinnin Slay em in the eighth inning Stay truck, god stay playin linen Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that Mink jeans on, seen where the real at 2000 zitos, movin wit a ill ego For real, for real, ill lines, ill people Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians Pollyin deals, monopoly and bills Y'all niggas lyin Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach Go broke, all seen, done it Words from the heavy set If I don't eat, then we already met Fly ass bro, liver than coke
[Meth] Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill? Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video 9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen My sword got a jones, more heads for the severing Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw ya ones in Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in
[Masta Killa] That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto Rico Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow Blowin the nozzle, hear it whistle One in the head, this is code red, man for dead X amount of lead spray from the barrel Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit To make my niggas from East New York flip
[Bobby Digital] Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY!) You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper And my phaser off stun (BOBBY!) Y'all might just catch me in the park playin chess, studyin math Signin 7 and a sun (BOBBY!) But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!)
[Ghostface] Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting Your socks hangin out, yours is talkin Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy Sport my old Force MD furs in the 80's Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee Taught y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots I'm nice, maxed out, creepin wit the ax out Murder these bikini bitches, switchin with they backs out
[U-God] Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips Alabama split, hammer slay quick That David Banner gamma ray shit Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch My powder voice, Snow White stiff Verbal killas, gorilla grip God body shit, puff Marley spliffs
[Cappadonna] You might see me in a 6, that's not my style You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child I be in the benzo, keep a low profile Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile Tryna get money, y'all cats is wild I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game Live life to the fullest, still want more fame Darts on layaway, beats on standby Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime
[GZA] Run on the track like Jesse Owens Broke the record flowin, without any knowin That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ A athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground Wildest nigga who sprint off the gun sound The best time yet still 7.0 Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow
Let My Niggas Live"
[Intro Skit] 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*]
[Raekwon the Chef] Whattup kid? That's right.. Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo..
[Chorus: Raekwon] 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
[Raekwon the Chef] 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
[Chorus]
[Nas] 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 Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga
[Chorus]
[Inspectah Deck] 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
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I Can't Go to Sleep"
[Ghostface Killah] 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 |