1.Rules
All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches
All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes
'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
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!
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
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
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
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
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
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'
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..
2.Soul Power(Black Jungle)
Two thousand and two! .. you know how we do!
For you and your crew! representin the motherfuckin wu!
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
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!)
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)
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!)
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
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
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!)
I'm the nigga that got you talkin bout 'fight the power'..
cup
real
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!'
3.Uzi(Pinky Ring)
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
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
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
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
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'
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
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
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
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
4.One Of These Days
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)
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
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!)
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
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}
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'
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'
5.Y'all Been Warned
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
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!'
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
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
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
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
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
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!'
6.Babies
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
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
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
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
7.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)
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!)
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
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
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
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
8.Back In The Game
'it's true - the shaolin and the wu-tang, could be dangerous!'
Uh-huh, mr. biggs, track masters (woo!)
It's a wu-tang official right here y'know
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
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
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
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
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
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
9.Iron Flag
Murder one of y'all niggaz..
Get to hurtin one of y'all niggaz..
Bitches, snatch the shirt off one of y'all niggaz
... 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
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
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
[samples scratched： 'drink to your new life.. iron flag
brothers']
10.The Glock
.. good thing we brought the glock
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
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
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
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
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
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
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