What that nigga want, God? Word up, look out for the cops though Cash rules
Word up, two for fives over here, baby Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way Word up, know what I'm sayin'?
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get- Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up take you on a natural joint here we, here we go, check this shit, yo
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Stayin' alive was no jive Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way I begin the G off was drug loot And let's start it like this, son Rollin' with this one and that one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen Who was a fiend, started smokin' woolies at 16 And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes Makin' my way on fire escapes No question, I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all Stickin' up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out Catchin' keys from 'cross seas Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made 40 G's Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 chick-pow! Move from the gate now
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask, "What's it worth?" Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
I fuck yo ass up I fuck ya ass up
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Yo, I'll fuck your ass up
S-O-A-D, live and uncut, styles unbreakable, shatterproof To the young youth, you wanna get gun? Shoot Blaow, how you like me now? Don't fuck the style, ruthless wild Do you wanna get your teeth knocked the fuck out? Wanna get on it like that, well then shout, come on
Lazers and blazers, hit me with the major The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor Gunning, humming coming at ya First I'm gonna get ya, once I got ya, I gat ya You could never capture a nigga man's stature For rhyme and for rapture, got niggas resigning, now master My style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid Let's get together!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
I bought like 20 white boys in the back of a pickup truck With hockey pucks and skateboards on the way to Woodstock Leave home the Glock, I have a gun the size of a black hole Shoot planets, don't get frantic, throw your hands up in the air, don't panic Supreme arm, leg, arm, head Wu-Tang Clan, tight as long dreads
I come with that loco style from my vocal Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals I'm no joker, play me as a joker Be on you like a house on fire, smoke ya Crews be acting like they gangs, anyway Be like, "Warriors, come out and play"
Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea
Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea
Dirty, I keep shit sticks in my drawers, so I can get fuzzy-funky for you
Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang
Here comes the Tiger versus Crane
I'll be like wild with my style
Punk, you play me chump, you get dumped
Wu is coming through at a theatre near you And get funk like a shoe
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
I'll fuck your ass up!
I'll fuck your ass up!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
So what's up, man? Coolin', man Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right? Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right? You know what I wanna hear, right? Whatchu wanna hear? I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint Wu-Tang again? Ah, yeah, again and again
Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya
Watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid (x2)
I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uh, tick-tock and keep tickin' While I get ya flippin' off the sh- I'm kickin' The Lone Ranger, code red, danger! Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle Ya battle, you're sayin' "Goodbye" like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile Rae got it goin' on pal, call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat Blow up your project, then take all your assets 'Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man 'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh. It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth Movin' on your left, ah! And set it off,like a gat I wanna break full, cock me back
Small change, they puttin' shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame, my style'll live forever Niggas crossin' over, but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a, "soo" 'Nough respect due to the one-six-oo I mean oh, yo check out the flow
Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin' Niggas off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, uh What? Grab my nut, get screwed Here comes my Shaolin style True B-A-B-Y-To my crew with the, "Soo!"
Watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid (yo, you best protect ya neck)
Straight up and down that sh- packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin' Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps Niggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass
The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table
First of all, who's your A&R? A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar? But he don't know the meanin' of dope When he's lookin' for a rap That's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck (x2)
Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang Could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus (x2)
Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin' terror, quick damage ya whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P-L-O style, hazardous, 'cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas
I wait for one to act up Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus (x6)
I rip it hardcore, like porno flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin' Wu-Tang slang, I'll leave your headpiece hangin' Bust this, I'm kickin' like Seagal, "Out for Justice" The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone and competition get blown
By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA
Charged like the bull and got pull like a trigger
So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus (x2)
Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loops and trample shit, while I stomp A mudhole in that ass, 'cause I'm straight out the swamp
Creepin' up on site, now it's fright night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin' through ya back Givin' bystanders heart attacks
Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his fuckin' prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggas to kick buckets I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame Who sellin' gain, I'm givin' out a deadly game It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin' Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style
So bring it on, so bring it on, so bring it on
I want everybody to put your work down, put your guns down An' 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
Check out my gravel pit A mystery unravelin' Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
Behold the pale horse, off course Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees African killers bees, black watch On your radio, blowin' out yo' watts From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills? I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill Elbow grease an' elbow room Baby, play me, baby, fall down, go boom Party people gather 'round Count down to apocalypse I'm the kid with the golden arms An I'm the motherfuckin' Hot Nicks
Pass the blunt, my nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month Now I'm chokin', smokin', hopin' I don't croakin' from overdosin' Hey kid Wu an' Meth got you 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 Ol' Dirty said, "I'll fuck yo' ass up", now listen
with the English, extin'uish styles extremist Bald head beamers run wild It's the kid with the gold cup, stepped out like, "What?" What's poppin?
An' 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
y'all, straight up this the jump off right here The gravel pit, word up, represent, rocket boulders All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is Shorty do your thing, get up on that right now, boo, do you? That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Executin', shakin' all sets an' I'm breakin' all hex 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 with 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
Back, back an' forth an' forth
Back, back an' forth an' forth
Back, back an' forth an' forth
Check out my gravel pit A mystery unravelin' Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
As we go
The game of chess is like a sword fight You must think first before you move Toad style is immensely strong and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used it's almost invincible
like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation Like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead You might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushing force, my force you doubting I'm making devils cower to the Caucus Mountains
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from Is coming through with nuff niggas, wanna come sweating stressing contesting You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggas are outlined in chalk I'm mad, it's what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrolling niggas like a eighteen wheeler With a drunk driver driving, there's no surviving
We got chrome Tecs, nickel plated Macs Black Ac's, drug dealing styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though Cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial niggas with gold teeth Lamping in a Lexus eating beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got forty niggas up in here now, who kill niggas fathers
peoples are you with me where you at? Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats
Here I go, deep type flow Jacques Cousteau could never get this low I'm cherry bombing shits, Boom Just warming up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappining is what's happening Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clapping and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up and be somebody!
Niggas be coming to the hip-hop store Coming to buy grocery from me Trying to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Ol' getting low wit his flow Introducing, the Ghostface Killah!
My peoples are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
My peoples are you with me where you at? Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats
Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture coming at ya We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that his stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back kill on attack My
You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Moving on a nigga with the speed of a centipede And injure any motherfucking contender!
Yo Meth, hold up, hold up Yo Meth, where my Killer tape at, God? First of all, where my... where the fuck is my tape at? Yo son, I ain't got that piece, son How you ain't got my shit when I let you hold it, man? Yo niggas came over to have 40s and blunts kid
The shit just came up missing, son Come on, man, that don't got nothing to do with my shit, man Come on, man, go head with that
The nigga just got bucked Niggas in a black Land, God, word is bond Came through, God, from out of nowhere, God
And they just... word is bond, crazy shots just went the fuck off, God Niggas let off crazy shots, kid The nigga laying there like a fucking newborn fucking baby, God Word up! Is he fucking dead? What the fuck you mean is he fucking dead, God? What the fuck kind of question is that, B? Fuck you think?
Now we gonna drink some good Night train Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit then lock shit down As I come and freaks the sound Hardcore, but giving you more and more like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killa Be attack flipping what, murder one
Fat tracks aight, I kick it like a Nike Flight Word life, I get that ass robbed on spite
Check the method from Bedrock cause I rock your head to bed Just like rocking what? Twin Glocks Shake the ground while my beats just break you down I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on
the trigger plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine? Hey RZA! Hit me with that shit one time And pull a foul, niggas save the beef for the cow I'm milking this ho, this is my show, Tical
The fuck you wanna do for this mic piece duke? I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO Style, buddha monks with the owls Now who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox "Wu-Tang style"
Dare to compare, get pierced just like your ear The Shooby Doo-Wop pop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system for murdering the rhythm Now lo and behold another deadly episode Bound to catch another fucking charge when I explode Slamming a hype-ass verse till your head burst I ramshack dead in the track and that's that Rap assassin, fast and quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashbacks how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw, I repeat
Coming at your ass like a sorceress, shooting that piss Niggas be getting on my fucking nerves Rhymes they be kicking make me wanna kick their fucking ass to the curb Boy got funky fresh like the Old Specialist
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Now it's all over Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars and green clovers
Apocalypse Now
Mind over matter next batter be Tical
Put it on a platter how much uncut
Raw shit we dealin' wit, murder track what
Slang killin' it, touched
You feelin' it, in your bloodstream
Deadly venomous elixir
Hammer like Sledge that be Sister
All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known
When you walk up in this Dead Zone
With all that wack shit, now you know You dead wrong, one thousand lashes
Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that The kids rank, snatch collars off, while ridin' off Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze Somethin' sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin' Rover style Twice, finger itchy like lice hair fell out somethin' To conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanca Toy
Tonka truck ten carat on ya monsta Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water ridesThe DAT bubble life preserve the other guysNow FUCK
Y'ALL act wildaThe style wilda than a praying mantis Chillin' like
Allah for fool, where's his Jewel Was he usin' Mathematics as a tool? Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build Shit is so real, inside you distilled Back in the form of mist You wishin' you did the Knowledge before speakin' Seekin', where you went wrong And why would I bring you such physical harm?
Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state
Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent Five Percent Range whippin' soul controller of the lynch Mackin phone rings, Stephen King trauma down at Danzine My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual Moses lost his sandal, hidin the manual Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi hits
Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a trophy Seize posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries
Sabotage massage rap bandit at large
Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans
As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin' The courses of time, devils no longer exist As God Cypher Divine, all minds one no question Now check it Perhaps we can go through Lessons Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin' Comin' with that lip professin', you must take
Thurston Howell the Third kid's back on the scene Call it chopped meat, cause every word is choppy My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn't stop me Gettin' caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world Backflip and then twirl, cave your whole world in..
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers This like, this '97 Aight my niggas and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to '79
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries Lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous Ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millennium Killa Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight, incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow, swingin' swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block
my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life, standing firm On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan Into the fire, transform into the Ghost Rider A six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire Who got my back? In the line of fire, holding back What? My peoples if you with me, where the fuck you at? Niggas is strapped and they tryna twist my beer cap It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm What the blood clot? We smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice? I think not
Take cover, kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your "six can't rhyme" groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted My deadly notes reigns supreme Your thought is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my thought I got the fashion catalogs for all to all praise due to God
In particular, my beats travel like a vortex Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream Heart terminal like Grand Central Statio Program fat baselines on Novation Getting drunk like I'm fucking duckin' five-year probation That come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel Irief takes the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy From the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind
Sound convincing, thousand dollar cork-pop convention Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch It's me, Black Noble Drew Ali, came in threes We like the Genovese, sazon season these degrees It's Earth, 93 million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz Ayo, that's amazing Gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my man child walk Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
Martini on the slang rocks, certified chatterbox Vocabulary 'Donna talking, tell your story walking
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers
It's Wu motherfuckers, a Wu-Tang motherfuckers
Reunited,world excited Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited From metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked niggas come, try to burglarize the turf Scatting off soft-ass beats them niggas rap happily Tragically, that style deteriorate rapidly
Where I come from, getting visuals is habitual You're more safe walking on hot coals in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, formed a mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it was plural Rhyming while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced your internal streamlined compartments Just consider the unparalleled advantage Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage
My name black, you worms wanna play in my dirt
Bitch stop, my Momma serve free lunch from the church I cum like a thousand doves Bitch you quiet at the bus, making no fuss, I got self love Unglove the noose watch a nigga transfuse Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
yo The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula Bigger dick sex enigma, pistil fertilize your stigma Stinkbox order from Pink Dot MCs get stuck on ink blots, AirSound plug to the sinkbox Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewarp Talk strange like Björk, great hero Jim Thorpe How can I put it, life is like video footage Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it Too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage Attack when you least notice through explosive postage
I got the golden egg plus the goose 80 proof Absolut mixed with cranberry fruit juice Ginseng root, I got your neck in a noose Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct 16 bar nickel sell more copies than Kinko Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us And we return like Jesus when the whole world need us
I don't walk, I get carried Gold and platinum Frisbees on my wall, looking properly But comely, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man My grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out Come to the cook-out, dirty bitch at the mouth You scared, run around like the plane about to crash
It's Wu motherfuckers
Wu-Tang motherfucker
It's Wu motherfuckers
Wu-Tang motherfuckers
Solid as a rock when I strike target Verbal be screaming on you like a drill sergeant Herbals got me where I wanna be right now Don't know the time Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine Drunk off of cheap wine Each line be on point when I speak mine On behalf of my crew, Suu! Enter the Wu 36 more deadly Chambers to take you through
It's Wu motherfuckers
Wu-Tang motherfuckers
It's Wu motherfuckers
Wu-Tang motherfuckers
