Lyrics:
wives, nine lives
Nine grands sit on my side, we carry nine knives
Eighteen strikes from Low Hand, ain't no man
Can withstand the blow, from the Wu-Tang
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Jeans, hoods, guns, crack
[Ghostface Killah]
Visions of me swallowing crack, being chased by jake
And the sound of the razor
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
The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines
round the world
Tatted up with custom grills
White air forces fuck them heels
Bumping Bodybags by Cash
T. C. Q, Wu Tang Clan
Got the blick blick in her
bitches and hos, 'Cuz bitches don't like those words no more...The bitches!
All I need's a name,And I'll be a real rapper.I'll join the Wu-Tang Clan.I need
Dropping your baggies on the underground
Telling the aux to play Wu-Tang Clan
Forgot my ID, I'm like Peter Pan
Kennington common in the broad daylight
I only
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
My english grammar gets better
It was better in the nineties
The solo was grimey
The Wu Tang Clan came in with the killer army
Grand Puba came in
ease real simple)
True cause I'm the shorty from the Wu-Tang temple
But I can't sleep you get the girls and the cash
(Yeah yeah but you're the one
a quarter-century
Back in my BHAG with a new release
Back up the facts 'cause truthfully
These niggas flows ain't fucking with me
Uh Uh, Wu-Tang it's the clan
I'm
Wychodzę z domu słucham Wu Tang Clan
Zaczyna się C.R.E.A.M. na uszach czuję dreszcz
RZA pokazał mi jak żyć and protect ya neck
Na dzwonku w telefonie
old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be clashin'
Here's a Tunnel banger
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me more
Deep
Sweat T
Jazzie Joyce
Wu-Tang Clan
X Clan
Nasir Jones
Gang Starr
MF Doom
Busta Rhymes
The mighty mighty Mos Def
Common come on!
Public Enemy
Poor
choppers 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
the streets of states for Protect Ya Neck tapes
Wu-Tang T-shirts and bandanas
We snatch mics and snuff niggas who jack the rappin
malote
Tá na van…
E cada sentada
Ela vira minha fã
Breque, é chave
Hood do Wu Tang Clan
Me tromba no baile lá na Zaki
Lá pras 4 da manhã, ok...
Vem com
tricky/
We might fuck da same bitch but wit me it get more sticky/
Might be laid up wit my girl watching Wu Tang (Wu Tang)/
Not dat other bih dawg I'm
flashin
Here's a Tunnel banger
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day your
to make a dope stack
We know, we know
This years money and thug affiliation
Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri collaboration
AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation
shit is funny
Rise to the top, do or die 'til I drop
Twist lines greenity, brock, lines of chalk
2 On Da Road, S.O.M we blaze hot
Wu-Tang Clan we
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
the earth quake
Annie are u okay?
I’m quick to get ripping like the Wu-Tang Clan
And I'ma bust it down like the Wu-Tang dance
Nigga this nigga that
Niggas
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