Lyrics:
die
Who ya know with a flow like this?
Bring em in
What clan you know blow like this?
Bring em in
Take that nigga [that nigga...]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Sham's nine times ultra
Wu-tang (brrrat)
Herbs two times great (uh)
You heard of me, son (big up L.A.D.)
Four, six times ill
whack times
I'll smash your hood up, yeah, anybody you call
I straight mash out, for cash n****, put up
The Embassy's calling, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
ease real simple)
True cause I'm the shorty from the Wu-Tang temple
But I can't sleep you get the girls and the cash
(Yeah yeah but you're the one
ain't Wu-Tang Clan
You ain't Method Man
But I got the method
This leathal weapon
Can conjure you up a necklace
She goes uh I don't wanna hear all Of that
the Wu-Tang Clan, my necklace and my heat
Bang bang, different robe every day of the week
2 Angels, dinner plate, fat dollar sign
Universal flag on, nigga, I
the Wu-Tang Clan, my necklace and my heat
Bang bang, different robe every day of the week
2 Angels, dinner plate, fat dollar sign
Universal flag on, nigga, I
everybody who helped us along the way
Is like trying to name every single member of the Wu-Tang Clan
Yeah, I might skip one or two
But that doesn't mean
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
And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
And this happens everyday around my way
So I pray that I can live another day
Wassup, Wu Tang Clan in here
jumpin' over obstaclesbelieve
that you'll be dead before you reach the hospital
i burn like the sunshine your ass is mine
if words would kill you be dead by
And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
If you want to get up and get fucked up
Last nigga got up and got shot up
But you's a gangsta, on the boards
brother number 12 from the Wu-Tang Clan
You heard me on Gza you heard me on Deck
That was me with ODB that bust a Tek
La and Vanilla want money like
bald headed wife
Gimme dat
Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town
And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
If you want to get up
bottom dollar that they tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass
Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
You wanna point
em with the wu tang
Struck em
You act tough brother, you better talk like it
I'm sporadic, blowing like a pistol just to strike it
Breaking bones, do
cliques
And you clans, and you crews
Fuckin', fuckin' with the clique
And we gon' bring it to your ass
Man, for a petty crime, I swear I'll die before
to a vegetable
Mr. Meth, you can get the left and right testicle
Step to the rear, Wu-Tang on arrival
Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs for survival
Nothing
the healthiest in your fam handicap
You a fan of rap, my clan'll tap your school, home, your bitch house
Pull my 9 mili', you gon' die with your fist out
Him
gon' take it back with this
Before you even had a name, you was screamin', "Wu-Tang"
We gon' take it back with this
When we was runnin'
sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
For actin' snotty Hobbes catch karate chops
Cause Wu-Tang live,
So don't try to front, troop
When your style is played out
Just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit
I'm out to collect figures
I'm on some Wu Tang shit
So protect
Surgical gloves on for assurance then I repent
Goin' up for my clan, I gotta protect the neck
Learned from Wu-Tang it's hard being rich and black
TK wanna
at a ninety degree angle
Universal star angels, we form the tip of a triangle
like Egyptians did, I perform inside pyramids
Wu-Tang, a scientist, label me
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