Lyrics:
all in together now
Got played, got fresh, up-
The world was bugging off this Wu-Tang nigga on the rock
That was just another spot
Minds start to freeze at ease
It's the Wu-Tang, Killa Bees (on and on, nigga, oh)
Brooklyn Zoo, Manchus (yeah)
Coming at your avenue
36 chambers
This that gravedigger shit (ooh, and no one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)
Yo (what? What?)
Yo
Exotic type shit
Ninety-four
We must go to war fast
This that gravedigger shit (ooh, and no one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)
Yo (what? What?)
Yo
Exotic type shit
Ninety-four
We must go to war fast
the "suuuu"?, Wu-Tang is gonna come
and my vocals, they gonna bang on the drum
You go against the grain you will hang from ya tongue
So.
(Love) love (Love) love
blasphemy, Shaolin'll blast for me
I eat niggas like plates, from Applebee's
Wu-Tang Killa Bees, we cause casualties
Collect annual fees, from y'all
(It ain't even a question) Def Squad niggas too hardcore
(It ain't even a question) Wu Tang niggas too hardcore
(It ain't even a question) Def Jam
to the breesh and split it with the team
No wu-tang but we bout the cream
Clip long as a limousine
Pop a 30 yea im off a bean
Kick down the door and we make
Pour up intoxicate yo brain
Wake up the next day
Do the same thang
Raised by ogs who fuck with wu tang
Man I hope to make it big like wu thang
Ok
bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee
Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda
At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna
For the cheese, got you down
the pussy for free
The dysfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree
Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee
Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina
FUCKER!
New and improved Wu-Tang style
Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now
Spit flames (Five mics)
BK (On site)
Bring the pain (All night)
Off
FUCKER!
New and improved Wu-Tang style
Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now
Spit flames (Five mics)
BK (On site)
Bring the pain (All night)
Off
These dudes on foot how we in the same lane
I pull up in that new thang
Watch these haters get Ghost call it Wu-Tang
They compare us to these lames like
a bee
That's like going to Venus driving a mercury
The capitol of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang
Witty unpredictable talent and natural game
I death row
Like Wu-Tang
The shit I spit is heaven sent
Bless him with that God flow
But also give him hell with it
Lyrical weapon
Pull the trigger
I leave him
out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel
Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped
Gangstar.
Jay Dilla, Premiere,
RZO, vem também.
Cypress Hill, Consciência Humana,
Wu-Tang Clan.
Dilated peoples, Das-Efx,
KRS One, NAS, Rakim,
Facção
stories untold my ancestors would be proud
I should have been the tenth member of the Wu-tang clan
cah listen to this catharsis reacting from a killer's
down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
to make a dope stack
We know, we know
This years money and thug affiliation
Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri collaboration
AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation
forgive, I don't answer phones
I'll never reveal the Wu-Tang secret and if you don't believe
I'll kill your shit
You don't want, you don't want fuck
my team
Right now, everybody wanna be outside
Every day, I been chase my motherfucking dream
Wu-Tang clan, yeah, I gotta get cream
Go number one,
to judge the angels sing
[Shyheim]
I'm ghetto like ?sun-do?, Wu-Tang Clansman
We banned from the tunnel,
[Hell Razah]
We're scorin touchdowns, well yall
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