Lyrics:
fungus in ya ear hole
Blackboard jungle, humble, but watch my spear blow
Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside
Murder any M.C. sittin', dinin' wit
a bit of plumbing (they)
Say tomorrow never dies, but they forgot to tell you, you can
You can have a sicker clan than Wu-Tang,
But when your time's
[B-Real]
Funkmaster Flex, is down with us
KRS-One, he's down with us
The Wu-Tang Clan is down with us
Busta Rhymes you know he's down with us
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
how to act, mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
Yeah
Chef, what's happenin', Ghost, what's up?
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck wit'
how to act, mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
Yeah
Chef, what's happenin', Ghost, what's up?
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck wit'
Slay bitches with the Shaolin slang
Stapletown, Park Hill, we just doing our thang
(Straight up, Wu-Tang killa bees)
The best that ever do it
contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
Wu-tang, radio stop shittin' on me
I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles,
Fuck y'all analog niggas, we be digital
Wu-Tang, Killarmy, we indispensable
We never fall, we stand tall
Like skyscrapers and Justice For All
We
dog, too, he a heat pack nigga
Heat clap nigga, Wu-Tang Clan get the street back nigga
We came that liquor
Weed, digi and cars we just that particular
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
Yo, yo, Wu-Tang Clan, still fatter
Off the datas, for, my father gonna get home by now
And Uncle Justice, we gotta hurry up
Do this video, Wu-Tang
man
Chest puffed out little dick in your hand
No fans, cept' your dad who was drunk in the stands
I am a savage were deep as the clan
Wu Tang Wu Tang
wiz my wife
It's Wu-Tang Clan, always collect cheddar
Proper education, always correct errors
Yo, bananas, Redman so gorilla
Chi-town know I'm
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
want (What cha want?)
(It aint even a question) Def Squad niggaz too hardcore
(It aint even a question) Wu Tang niggaz too hardcore
(It aint even
Def Squad niggaz too hardcore
(It ain't even a question) Wu Tang niggaz too hardcore
(It ain't even a question) Def Jam nigga too hardcore
(Turn it
the world they just don't understand
My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Clan
Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat
My people are you with me where
turning they backs
And started backing lames
Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
Wu Tang, if this is where
the Wu-Tang Clan
No bodyguards, I'm just a dred rolling dolo
Looking for an empress and not a ho, yo
I made my way to the bar, the DJ shouted me out
sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
For actin' snotty Hobbes catch karate chops
Cause Wu-Tang live,
runnin the same, bickin the lane
Ice drain shoot the rest of the pain, I'm reckless
Coressing the flame, addressing the strange
It's Wu-Tang
Chorus:
creo ni Tupac ni Wu Tang Clan
Pero si rapeo me convierto en tu papá
Que me van a decir que me van a negar
Si no saben vivir mucho menos contar
Soñador
m'endors sur du Wu Tang
Réveil sur du Lunatic
On s'bouge comme un gang de tarés
Fout l'feu comme un lance-grenades
Saouls quand on rentre de soirée
Fougueux
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