Lyrics:
haters for the paper Yao Ming
Eyes low like I came from Beijing
One thing, cash rules everything around me
What the Wu tang clan taught a nigga like me
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
kno my Glock got a beam like wu-tang clan how I get to the cream and u just might catch me stepping hard
In Louis V but it might be Celine
When you
her no boo thang
I get cream like Wu Tang
I get cream like Wu Tang
Heyyy heyyy
Pulling up we outside
Pulling up and I slide
Pulling up a new ride
The name of Wu-Tang gets spread on both sides of the equator
The RZArector grew to be a movie director
Still smoke blunts with the Meth and rock mics with
the game
(it's just not the same)
Unless it's Gilla House, and Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them thangs
Live together and (pop the chain), know your
niggas fronting
But they don’t know me yet
Wu hooo wu hooo wu hooo
Mind my business then
I hit em with a wave like yeaaaa
Running around the city with
(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
damn glow up since the clan
Wu-Tang and Duran Duran
Meets Donald Glover with a sprinkle of that dude that made "DAMN"
Add some indie records and some
nigga, you don't want no problem with that
Look, my Clan all one in the same
Until my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga
Like Billy
I flashed my fronts on her, like if I had a chance
She said, "Ain't you Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan?"
I said, "Yeah, mad gear plus the small
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
sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
For actin' snotty Hobbes catch karate chops
Cause Wu-Tang live,
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
she gave away my pussy I'ma kill her
John john phenom-enon, in japan they call me ichiban
Wu-tang clan, number won!
In the whole nine, I hold mine
Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan
Was jumped in a Staten Island club and his face still bears the scar
And you will know my name
***chorus*** (x2)
Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice
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
Peace this is the motherfucking
High chief Jamel Arief
I represent the Wu Tang Clan kid
Tony Touch, 50 MC's
Wu-Killa Bee collaboration for the nation
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
Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan
Was jumped in a Staten Island club and his face still bears the scar
And you will know my name
Kane, kool g, big L, ice T, Pete rock, Raekwon, Canibus, Black Thought, Ghostface Killah, wu tang clan, Lauryn Hill
If you haven't the power Nigga You
is on, never too black or too strong
In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform
Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
The arena now
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