Lyrics:
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
talk about, the purchase of a…
Is it Wu-Tang Clan?
Is that the name of the album?
Name of the group?”
“On the advice of council I invoke my Fifth
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
We lost Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Wu Tang Clan.
Jam Master Jay from RUNDMC, damn, Is it ever gonna stop? Nope,
I guess not.
Cause the evil
(Woo)
Now they saying well done
Like I just started a cardio, the movement has begun
To be a stirling MC, and a major showman
So much Wu-Tang Clan, I'm
the big bang (boom)
I got meteors upon me, diamonds do dance
Yeah the clan's behind me, coulda been on Wu-Tang
Yeah I'm Timbo Finna and I'm on a do thang
sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
For actin' snotty Hobbes catch karate chops
Cause Wu-Tang live,
(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
wanna finish
They diminish, I replenish
Scientific, I'm out this world, ho
I wear bright red, like a girl toe
No homo, fingernails dirty
I've been
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
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
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
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
is on, never too black or too strong
In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform
Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
The arena now
inflicting taking all victims
Rapper genocide like Adolph hitler
Put'em in the chamber wu-tang clan
Rappers there in danger when I get the pad
One stroke of my
I'm fly I'm fresh to death
We're like Wu Tang Clan protect your neck couple seconds left
Well what's left to say if you a thick white girl have sex with
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
(verse one: you-God/Golden Arms)
It be the Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
I got control drop a load
Time to rip shit
Time to rock and roll
I play the block
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
schemes
Trust us, Cult Encounters a problem
Enough of tough luck, we done learned how to solve em
Wu Tang bumping as we ride the escape path out
When we
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