[DJ Kay Slay]. Yo this is a Wu-Banger two thousand and one noise. maker. off the hook guerilla anthem. This is DJ Kay Slay from around the way. And I'll smack the shit outta ANY OF YOU DJ's. that front on this shit.. think I'm playin?. (Hook: Method Man). I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs do you. really?. I heard y'all niggas like to bang bang do you. really?. I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs do you. really?. I heard y'all niggas like to bang bang do you. really?. [StreetLife]. I never been a fan of the fame I got love for the. game. Never lust for the dames I got dust in my veins. Little off in the brain kid talks butter slang. Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane. Spent a lot of dough it's so hard to explain. And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the. name. Wu-Tang see me at the next X Winter Games. Snowboardin down a ski range it's a blue and grey. frame. Keep pointin the finger I'm that nigga to blame. The main reason why you tuck the chain. Self proclaimed got a lotta profit to gain. And I'm leavin the rap game the same way I came. [Method Man]. Now creep with me as I roll through the Stat. Little Meth got my back so do Pinky Fat-Fat. Let me hit that {*inhale*} contact learn how to act. Before you bring that drama the end; I'll fade to. black. Positive hate kids who tell me lies. Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy. Got nine lives nine wives that don't listen. Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin. Wu limited edition - hot off the presses. I guess it's curtains for competition. Method runnin 'em out gun in my mouth. The kid your momma warned you about tear down the. house. After midnight eatin MC's change to a gremlin. You tremblin behind the Kremlin wall surrenderin. That's what you get for Russian/rushin in the. direction I was bustin. Polish your sword your shit is rustin. [Hook]. [Masta Killa]. One-two. Testin testin mic check wreckin. Steps into the session. Automatic weapon off safety don't play me. But brings all them things with silencers. My clan is liver than your average '85er. Strive to stay alive. I play for keeps in the streets. Cause it's real on the battlefield. Shells hit the ground from the steel. Bullets travel sun set fire to your mind. Words combine when I rhyme to feed the blind. Prepare my queen for battle and walk down. I drink from the wine of violence no tolerance. Gave word bond sword silence. Me in military fatigues bulletproof underneath. Buy enough ammunition to round and sweep the streets. of Brooklyn central sugar-whipped the rental. while I'm lickin out the window at y'all fuck y'all. [Hook]. [Inspectah Deck]. Yo we thrive on street life we strive to eat right. They blind and need sight we tried to be nice. They talk the small talk we walk the long walk. We lost they all thought they forced to fall short. We rock for hard rocks rocked the hot blocks. Shop and cop rocks watch the top notch in action. Begin to make your head spin. Wu Tang my breddren we bang like veterans. They paid for record spins taste the medicine. Or face the double M we came to trouble them. Hustle them for they 20 mill' then buckle them. 'Nuff to spin out the blue bitches lovin them. Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten. Stumblin thug passions it must've been. [Hook] - 2X