Lyrics:
don't know you from a can of paint
[RZA]
It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted at the block
And I asked for St. Ide's, I could tell by the dot
On the back
BROUGHT THE GLOCK
I'm at the ATM
Niggaz lookin sneaky in the grey BM
Yo - GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK
[RZA]
Twenty drunk crabs try to push through
around punk, battle for cream nigga
[RZA]
You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
while rich kids get high
Hook 2x
Verse 2: RZA and GZA
Yo yo these motherfuckers dont know my name
I'mma fuckin let em know my name
you motherfuckers
Iceberg, rabbit's, in the Foxhills Mall
Where I coped two more, brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
Catch me by the pool in
My
gorilla
I'm the one, pull up, like Billups
Two hoes, screw 'em like a fucking Phillips
Asian bitches, Wu Tang, give them RZA
Oh really, Milli Vanilli,
collapses inward
Spillin' rhymes if it's the Shaolin in vineyards
RZA had a mixture, then he added sound to the picture
Co-author rewrote the scripture
Math
chamber sixth, hands down, I crush bricks
Backs that'll break bats, this is what y'all wanted back
Classic Wu RZA track with mathematic actual facts
That
the grave digger, that's RZA
Ask my bitch, she tell you ain't no nigga
Like the one I got, dick game gorilla
Bag in my bag like a Philly nigga clip
Came
hard, black tar, concrete
Tom Vick times Papi Mason times 3
Uncle Toms need Tums to stomach atomic bombs
Or die from my Wizardry rZA, GZA, Method Man
I’m
Wizardry rZA, GZA, Method Man
I’m a killer B, killer! Be killed
Make your embassy yield
This is not your cup of tea, and oh
They say waters run deep, dive in
I’m Martin Luther and Jeezy
Hard to shoot and they need me
Created from a grain of sand that’s
Rolled up in a rizla
First time I met the RZA
I reminded
"Ah-ah-America's Cream Team.."
[Funk Flex]
Uh-huh, what what?
One time baby, big shout to the RZA
Big shout to my man Power
Big shout to Raekwon the Chef, Inspektah
on the track by the RZA
Diesel like Arnold Schwarzenegger
The hardware, choose the hardware
Ask you a question, test the Ason
Extra extra, read the drama
Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date
Wu-tang, is bangin' like a ron g tape
Rza pump the shit just like a shotty
Watch me run it john gotti
rocked it on
Now on to the mental plane to spark the brain with the building to be born
Now RZA flip the track
The RZA, The GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard
Inspectah Deck
Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah
Masta Killa
And the Me yeah, yeah, come on, now, now
arms
Leg, leg, arm, head to toe, dipped in camouflage
I Inspectah Deck rep Decepticons
Drizza with the RZA, y'all pawns on the chessboard
Cap ya
reminisce
About how she fucked the whole nigga clique
I swear that bitch stay in the mix
I swear to God, the nigga RZA sick
What happen when you gotta
Intro: Method Man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you neeeeeeeed
Verse One: RZA
Yo
?, wut up yo
This is the RZA, A.K.A. Buddah zig zag in tha law
I wanna run the Ultima Tical, the Prequel
Starring Wu Tang brotha numbah 1
The M E
[RZA]
Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
Peep the sequence; crab adolescents, on his
a half-moon Caeser
What you getting is the truth
My bird eye visions spot the pigeon in the coup
Same way I live it, how I spit it in the booth
Next to RZA
Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger
Remember me? (The field nigga!)
Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA Sharp, and hazardous
Figure, with bad
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