Search results for 'wheres brooklyn by wu tang clan' Page #28

gang
Walk around like we own the throne
It's 3rd eye gang
S.A. Wu tang
Wavy tracks got em glued up in the tense
Two tone on beat
Misconception

また残り50パーはリリカルカンフー
I got that Wu-Tang and DRE in my vein
韓国訛り　that's a twang
「すいません　こんなやつで」って謝っちゃうのがキム・ボムジュン
その後にFuck you って言えるのが Moment Joon
偽善？　Oh that's true

Thug Nation

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

rule 4: they are no more rules, Cash Rules
What you take us for? (That's Wu-Tang) Some muthafuckin' fools?
I got a celestial gun that clap off demons

Go, go, slatt know what I'm sayin', I got
Water by G some ice
Motherfuckin' slime
You know what I'm sayin'
Lil Reek (Hood Baby) hood babies, YSL
1st

too
Take my bitch to the blade just past noon
Bump a Wu-Tang track, ayy, cash rules (cream)
Everything around me, homie, that's true (true)
Learned

Nonchalantly

Killarmy

Fear, Love & War

2001

connection with the Wu-Tang perfection

Chamber 9's perfection, constitute we movin' in son
Shark style, peep the fin, pushin' through right
Strip arm'

Warning

Remedy

The Genuine Article

2001

of life
Anythin but that mean you don't give a fuck about your's
Until ya door's kicked in by Mac-eleven machine men
Army green men but not the ones

this
And I would go and try
And buy the winning lottery ticket But Ces
Cru called and said we gotta revisit
On that white Wu Tang shit wallaby kick it

Never Again

Remedy

The Genuine Article

2001

Remedy, Wu-Tang

WHERE THEM STOCKS AT 
MAKE THE BLACK DOLLAR  
BOOMERANG THROUGH THE GHETTO 
FROM MY HAND TO 
HIS HAND TO
HER HAND
NOT IN THEY HAND 
BROTHER WHAT YOU SAY

I'm caught up in the lust
Ill lie if ya want but Im a tiga you can trust
cuz Im on Fillmoe in a white velour suit
in a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots

corridor
Who had a Crucial Conflict with this man next door
On a Rampage, against this kung fu gang
Sensei Master P, of Shaolin's Wu-Tang
He'd meditate with

Like Wu-Tang

The shit I spit is heaven sent
Bless him with that God flow
But also give him hell with it
Lyrical weapon

Pull the trigger
I leave him

on the hip hop 
Father Son and the Spirit they be reigning in my hip hop

Born in the 80s raised in the 90s 
Grew up on that Wu-tang slang and straight grimy

morning after dick she gotta leave
Esco with the sauce, Wu-tang with the cream
I be running all them checks up, Dusse for the team
I gotta go hit up Khaled,

You better pay me in Tubman twenties
When blacks win our reparations you know where to come and get me
Mid city raised by la brea and San vincente

took the rest
My plain on auto jet
Usain, like auto jet
Wu Tang, 13 my set
I can’t miss
Like a lane switch, we smooth
Catch Loso by the pool
You see G

Over came strain plus heart tears
Impaired overcame those nights through dope sells
Cash still rules forever Wu Tang tales
What ever held me down
Ima

the bad news
Then the Wu-Tang told me all the cash rules
Now listen
I been laying in the trenches
I been playing my position
While you sleeping

to raat, I fucked with boom bap
And when it came to subaha, only Wu Tang
Surrounded by the bleak and numerous youth gangs
Violence never set me free only

with some demons
Cause I'm liable to Wu-Tang ya girl
And leave her creaming
Switched the seasons
Y'all fall into traps, really getting defeated
I sprung

gonna let it go                                                                     
Yeah, Wu-Tang, I feel it
So its time that you all should know
I'm

harder than Titanium
Day dreaming bout 
Filling out stadiums like ur  Favourite canadian 
Tanzanian 
But i swing the mic like im Asian 
This that Wu tang i

I spit it forget it I diminish the critics you feel it
Was watching Wu-tang on hulu yo
Now I'm in the stu inciting I pick the narrow road
Really just