Lyrics:
it's a sucker-free lane
Harry Hoover Hussein, kickass weed, Wu-Tang
B's for big on the Bentley, can't squeeze through lanes
Raw papers in Jamaica, eat
Wu-Tang
Crushing the shit that you bring, you know how we do things
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Yo, pulling my shoes up, scuffing my Timbs, back to when?
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
it becomes a problem that's unsolvable
It's a testament to the way you do things
And I gotta ask, how dope was is to be on tour with Wu-Tang
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 track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
a coincidence
Tell me bout your influences
You say you like The Clash
Wu-Tang Clan and Hamilton
Bettye LaVette, Sam Cooke
And you dig Aretha Franklin
Well you
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
for Roscoe Pico train
See Sirus with the great dame
Tryin to infiltrate the game
Wu-Tang Clan, Wu-Tang Clan
Special brand name slang
From the book
Co, Wu-tang keep it on the d-low
Third eye is a trillion million watt gigabyte
Insight like bright, can't find this on your website
Everglow
Give em karate blows
Liu Kang the way I kick it, bumping Wu Tang
Try to protect the neck, I? from ya boo thang
Parking lot of the blue flame
Flows hotter
Give em karate blows
Liu Kang the way I kick it, bumping Wu Tang
Try to protect the neck, I? from ya boo thang
Parking lot of the blue flame
Flows hotter
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
38's, 48 machine guns
Wu-Tang recon, check out the retard
I want that boat money carrying my green card
Caesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar
I'm
38's, 48 machine guns
Wu-Tang recon, check out the retard
I want that boat money carrying my green card
Caesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar
I'm
it?
(Fuck Yeah)
Dirty Jers' New Jerusaluem
(Shaolin)
Naughty by Nature motherfuckers
(Wu-Tang my niggaz)
Grab your hat bitch
(C'mon!)
[Bridge:
think Wu-Tang Clan said protect yo neck?
Man this game nowadays full of way too much negligence,
If you f***** with the gang I'll leave you hangin by your
but I don't gang-bang
I just drop knowledge of the Wu-Tang Clan When I fuck it, what you got, man, that's Suzanne
Look to my right, seen a y'all lookin'
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
to not forget that
Cus Ill kill you in the streets on a beat for my track
Take your stacks convert your clan and make em realize you were wack
Like
smashed with paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang! (Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit)
Hot time, summer in the city
My people represent, get busy
The heat-seeker,
you fake by the look in your eyes(no surprise)
Soft like a bag of fries from five guys(soft ass)
Yeah(wut)- you heard what I said(ya heard)- my words
Shabama lama hammer grammar slammer nothing new to this
Shaolin Kung-Fu Wu-Tang pugilist, yellow blue diamonds, black buddah beads circle wrist
You
play that shit, or, I don't play that shit
That's just Wu-Tang, you know, I'm the nigga that, that, give it to ya raw
When I said, "First thing
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