Lyrics:
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
scope with the beam nigga
Your main bitch is my fling nigga
Wu tang clan with the cream nigga Two hoes double team nigga
Double Dutch cups doubled up
Two
loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)
[Verse One: U-God]
This rhyme
rhyme saying "Wu-Tang is the best" music
hand
And you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang Clan
And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping
Your feet start the dancing and your - hands start
link's bigger than the Wu-Tang
Lil' nigga take your head off for a new chain (yeah, yeah)
I send my side bitch out to St. Barts
I'm ridin' around town
dog, too, he a heat pack nigga
Heat clap nigga, Wu-Tang Clan get the street back nigga
We came that liquor
Weed, digi and cars we just that particular
get real good
Following footsteps just like I should
Made songs with Wu-Tang and Tribe
Working with Elton John and Mary J. Blige
Meeting with A. Harrell
you be at counting sheep, I’m just waiting til you got something I need, (this a fucking b and e)
I’m just on my Wu-Tang shit
Shout out to my clan lil
brave like a spartan
I'm like Wu tang a with the Wu clan
We got shoes gang we go tools gang
I feel like Taylormane with a drip thing
I'm the cable man
Shabama lama hammer grammar slammer nothing new to this
Shaolin Kung-Fu Wu-Tang pugilist, yellow blue diamonds, black buddah beads circle wrist
You
Kang, watch a nigga ride out
I feel like the Wu-Tang, my clan got me fried out
No Barack, I'm Hussein, Osama gettin' flyed out
RIP to Boogie, that shit
with beats, how we swarm bee?
Who bang?, B'More and Wu Tang, new thang
Mad at how we do thangs, RZA cop me two fangs
Official, now I bite through
Neck that Wu Tang shit
Niggas gettin' throwed for the twenty
Thirteen on the scene
A$AP ya' mean getting green, green, green
Green gettin green green
Got
Look
I control everything
Cash rules everything
Around me
Keep that same energy
Uhh
Look
Wu-Tang want the money
Blue face all hunnits
Yo I control
never
Meet me when Im rich as fuck, maga maga maga magaman
Grab her by the pussy i don't give a Trump, i got Wu
Tang On my fuckin brain, i rolled
following my dreams, man
You niggas better lay down, I'm about to break the scene, man
Wu-Tang Clan, niggas all about that cream, man
We gon' burn em all, you
you put on your boogie shoes
Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan
I go way back like Vegas, Nixon, Noreaga
It's the tennis shoe players
Dumbo
We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes
Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan
I go way back like Vegas,
wiz my wife
It's Wu-Tang Clan, always collect cheddar
Proper education, always correct errors
Yo, bananas, Redman so gorilla
Chi-town know I'm
to the motherland?
And rep who? The Wu-Tang Clan
Another thing, beyond the fam I wanted to get ripped
Put my lips on the blunt tip
It's been two weeks since I last
the Wu-Tang Clan
No bodyguards, I'm just a dred rolling dolo
Looking for an empress and not a ho, yo
I made my way to the bar, the DJ shouted me out
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
mary jane
Mi barrio parece alcatraz
Con mis compas atrás
Gritando west side west side
Mi gente siempre how high
Vivimos en las calles como wu tang clan
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