1.Careful(Click Click)
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
2.Hollow Bones
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
3.Redbull
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!
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
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
4.One Blood Under W
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 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
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
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
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
5.Conditioner
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 ？
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
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
6.Protect Ya Neck(The Jump Off)
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
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
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
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
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!)
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
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
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
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
7.Let My Niggas Live
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!
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
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
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
8.I Can't Go To Sleep
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,
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, let's love each other
Don't get mad.. cause it ain't that bad
Just be 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 of his moms, killed him seven times
They shot malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds
Jesse watched, as they shot king on the balcony
They spat at 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 like the game, nigga use your head
You should be callin the shots instead
The power is in your hands..
Stop all this cryin, and be a man
9.Do You Really(Thang Thang)
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 you 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
Hit 'em off in the brain
Kid talks but its lame
Sniffed a little blow with the rap eddie kane
Spent a lot of dough, its so hard to explain
And i fucked a lot of bitches off the strength of the name
Wu tang see me in the next lex with the game
Snowboarding down a ski range, its a blue and grey frame
Keep, pointing the finger, i'm that nigga to blame
The main reson why you duck the chain
Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain
And i'm leaving the rap game the same way i came
Now creep with me, as i roll through the stat
Little meth got my back, little pinky fat-fat
Let me hit that (draws), contact, learn how to act
Before you bring that drama the end; i'll fade to black
Positive, i hate kids who tell me lies
Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy
Got 9 lives, 9 wives that dont listen
Bitchin' their biological clocks is tickin'
Wu limited edition hot off the presses
I guess its, 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' emcees chase through suburbia
You tremblin', behind a crumblin' wall, surrenderin'
Thats what you get, for rushin' in the direction i was bustin'
Polish your sword, your shit is rustin'
1,2, testin', testin', mic check wreckin'
Step into the session
Automatic weapon off safety
Dont play me
Butt brings all them things with silencers
My clans liver than your average '85er
Strive to stay alive
I play for keeps in the streets
Cos its 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
Game word bond, sword silenced
Me in military fatigues bulletproof underneath
Buy enough ammunition,go 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
Yo,
We thrive on street life
We strive to eat right
They blindin' these 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 rock
Rocked the hot blocks
Shop and cop rocks
Watch the top notch in action
Begin to make your head spin
Wu tang my bredren
We bang like veterans
They came for record spins, taste the medicine
Or face the double m, we came to trouble them
Hustle them for their 20 mill then buckle them
Enough to spin out the blue, bitches lovin' them
Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten
Stumblin' thug passions, it must've been
10.The Monument
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
11.Jah World
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 you akhbar, 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
12.Gravel Pit
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
Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off course (off course)
Follow me, wu-tang gotta be
African killers bees black watch (black watch)
From park hill, the house on haunted hill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
Elbow grease, and elbow room
I'm the kid with the golden arms
My nigga don't front
Now i'm chokin, smokin, hopin
I don't croakin, from overdosin...
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
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...
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
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
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 techs 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
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