Lyrics:
we got ya the new banger Tim straight from RZA
Straight from the Wu-Tang
on some Wu-Tang Can It Be
Googly-eyed nigga, chop his face in the ministry
Never scared to do the time, fuck the penitentiary
Leave a bunch of dead niggas,
man)
Peep the Inspectah Deck (You know they ain't ready for it)
Lyrical threat
Representing Wu-Tang
Slang, ninety-five
Hittin it live
You know what
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
of course
Carry a fifty g check in my Wu-Tang shorts
We them banksta'z
[Chorus: 60 Second Assassin]
Banksta'z (get that street money)
Banksta'z (that
touched by the razor cut
You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo
The Wu rag tied around your head,
on your respirator, leave you breathless
Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys
I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy
Chorus 2x
with beats, how we swarm bee?
Who bang?, B'More and Wu Tang, new thang
Mad at how we do thangs, RZA cop me two fangs
Official, now I bite through
Yo what up Meth? Money Hungry Bastards clright!
Meets Wu Tang Clan
Mic Nickels, Hot Nickels, ct last.
Yo drop them drums Cord!
I smoke a lot I'm in
hand
Forged in fire and raised by the wu-tang clan
Sharp as my sword just as deadly when i drop the s
My words pass over your head cus you cant read
to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
Ayo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
Ayo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
to slide through like bobsleds
On a cold white snow, plus with the right flow
Wu-Tang niggaz they shine and make the mic glow
[Masta Killa]
We killin
brave like a spartan
I'm like Wu tang a with the Wu clan
We got shoes gang we go tools gang
I feel like Taylormane with a drip thing
I'm the cable man
Traje el flow de antes like Wu-Tang Clan
No son de mi clan
Los que tiran miran y luego se van
Le doy corte hasta vans
Y tu titerito te vuelves mi fan
Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now
Wit knowledge and wisdom
The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan
or Nightwing with a clan name
Inziro Clan meets Bat Fam meets Wu-Tang
I zero in with an ink katana called a pen
And slice in graceful patterns, brush stroke
on some Wu-Tang Can It Be
Googly-eyed nigga, chop his face in the ministry
Never scared to do the time, fuck the penitentiary
Leave a bunch of dead niggas,
beats for the streets, so the family could eat
In '93, Wu-Tang Clan dropped their first LP
We went platinum, yeah we flatten 'em
Pockets got fat
(VAM-PIRE!)
Be duckin' from the head rushin' (uh) Wu-Tang production (uh)
Percussions bringin repercussions (uh) I hold my mic sideways BUSTIN
Another one
O-OT, I seen a man smoke crack on a Red Bull can
I'm throwin' my Ws up like Wu-Tang Clan, I'm a method man
Ask my mum what I'm like, she'll say that I'm
might kill us
Look these wild niggas in they eyes
In the video it's some niggas that done died
Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried
No Wu-Tang, just
million plus 2 million Indians
Your incorrect retrospect on the situation
You didn't know it was a Wu-Tang affiliation
Legs speak like twigs, you're
See the serpent played tricks run game like the Knicks
Build you up just to lose the championship
I seen her reminisce over Wu-Tang could It Be that
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