Winter Warz[Intro: Ghostface Killah, Cappadonna, & (Masta Killa)] It's on Where your sparkle at kid? (RZArector) [Hook: Raekwon & (Cappadonna)] Yes the shit is raw coming at your door Start to scream out 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 1: U-God] This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam Nine Diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback Notre Dame Golden Arms is bronze Buddha palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mainstream be the theme, supreme team America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome and split the bone Wig blown off the ledge by the alleged Full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc' handheld trigger cuts A capella spitting shell paralyse if you get touched And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote, mhm [Hook: Raekwon] Yes the shit is raw coming at your door Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more" [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] A hundred thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, and here's how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew through lack of effort You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more gains than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of hot raps and hot tracks A duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks you like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster [Hook: Raekwon & (Cappadonna)] Yes the shit is raw coming at your door Start to scream out 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 3: Masta Killa] Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy show it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy Of the Wu and learnt how to Fuck up your anatomy steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MCs submit to the will as I kill your Juvenile freestyle, civilize the mental Devils worship this like an icon Bear-hugging mics with the grips of a python [Hook: Raekwon] Yes the shit is raw coming at your door Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more" [Verse 4: Cappadonna] You heard other raps before but kept waiting For the Son of Song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravaganza, time sits still No propaganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga, beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet One man ran, tryna get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O In battling, you don't want me to start tattling All up on the stage 'cause y'all snakes keep rattling Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you wanna clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your thing, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LPs back on the shelf And smoke a blunt and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island best son, fuck what you heard Niggas still talking that shit is absurd My repertoire, is U.S.S.R P.L.O. style got thrown out the car And ran over by the Method Man Jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind 'Cause you weak in the knees like SWV Tryna get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA rhyme name printed in the tablet Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound and now we out like bears In Born Power, born physically, power speaking The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching Mighty Healthy[Intro] My God, so they are killers I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer, they just keep on killing and killing They sort of develop a taste for blood Yeah, that's right They kill one man, or kill ten It's all the same (Yes) After all, they can only hang you once [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Both hands clusty, chillin' with my man Rusty Low down, blew off the burner, kinda dusty The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape, Rae co-host Monty Hall expo, intellect, you read pro Son's triflin' fuck, wildflower on the cycle and Picked up the broom thought I was Michael-in' West Brighton Pool, now I'm into Iron Duels Turn nuns to Earths, Whoopi, she at Allah school Inhale break beats of Hell a-alikes propel parallel Duracell knot, you flashed a burnt cell Snap out of Candyland, kids, the old rumor is Blacks become immune and shit, we never did Like eating dead birds, trust the pharmacy over herbs Men marrying men, ill they got the urge, pulsar Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter, living off land You god damn right I fuck fans, king me Check, checkmate, props like the micro chip founder Neck to neck stock with Bill Gates now [Bridge: Ghostface Killah] When we hug these mics we get busy (Busy) Come and have a good time with G-O-D (G-O-D) Make you snap your fingers or wiggle (Wiggle) Scream, shout, laugh or just giggle (Giggle) Shake that body, party that body Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry That's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying? [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in your grass, spiteful Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter Culprit, prince of the game, wish you could see us We lay low, glitter wax full bangles Priceless ropes, lay around the God, get tangled Woolly hair, eyes fiery red, feet made of brass Twelve men following me, it be the God staff Move, every script's like Miramax Smashed the big boy, totaled it, Wilshire and Fairfax Sun beamin', wifey on the beach sipping Zima Wu 'binos to Latinos, we love Selena Overnight, God schedules, FedEx Pretty silhouette, velvet nice, DNA scroll genetics Too hot to handle, one thought from scrambling the mandolin Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack 'em, say when He rollin' up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts Yo kid, stop fronting on the grounds 'fore you get touched It's Canada Dry sess with Allah, son We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry [Outro] For every blow, depends on breath control So it's the first thing you must learn Fortunately it's easy You'll soon learn My God, so they are killers Killing and killing They sort of develop a taste for blood My God, so they are killers My God— My God, so they are killers Nutmeg[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, whassup, y'all, whassup? This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island You know I don't really mean no harm But it just happens you know When I step approach a motherfuckin' wack nigga That tryin' to spit his darts and can't spit 'em Check it out though, ayo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Scientific, my hand kissed it Robotic, let's think optimistic You probably missed it, watch me Dolly Dick it Scotty Wotty copped it to me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie, crispy chicken, verbs, throw up a stone, Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll Ty-D-Bol, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks, I freak a lemon pie I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded You fake cats done heard it first On how I shitted on your turf that time, Cuban Link verse yo Check out the rap kingpin, summertime, fine jewelry dripping Face to the box, I seen your ear twitching As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs Give one to Rae', let's season they broth Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneed a Sheeba for hiva Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder Portfolio, looking fancy in the pantry My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat Straight off [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... yeah I just want y'all niggas Smack all y'all niggas, and niggarettes Universal death threats, yeah This be the God Body Yeah no doubt, Judge Wise [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, spiced out Calvin Coolers, lounging with 7 duelers The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with 6 Rugers Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge Porch for the biggest beer, seasoned giraffe ribs Rotissiere ropes, hickory cinnamon scented glaze Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal Dirty nose with the nasal drip, clique flipped on fam Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flicking deuce pictures Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches Olsive compulsive lies flyers with my name on it Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap Ten years working for me, you wanna tab shit? Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung! Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, you see what I mean? You see what I mean, you motherfucking crybabies? Get in line, punk! You should be studying your arts instead of studying me! That's how you lost your first job, punk! Now get in line, before you get your lil' thick ass tossed up! Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee, nigga He was on the fourth, I was on the third [Verse 3: RZA] Pass me a honey-dipped spliff Black mental cause continental drift One whiff of Power-U gets my Divine stiff Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock I used to run up and pick, a crab lock Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your ave Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle Dick a knock-knee ho, bust out her fetal Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs Spit on her, then I bang on my chest like Kong King Merciless Ming, point the killer bee sting Ring dings, right through your head bing Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks Once the ball drop, I'mma snatch ten jacks Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a loose leaf cigarette While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech In Stereo, crazy as Shapiro Multiply myself ten times standing next to zero And snap my fingers like the Fonz And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair Stomach flat as a pancake for her man's sake Used to fuck her when she menstruate But it made her hyperventilate [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Brooklyn! I know, I know, I know, I know Queens! I know, I know, I know, I know Shaolin! I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Bronx! I know, I know, I know, I know Jersey! I know, I know, I know Long Island! I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, break it down! Iron Maiden[Intro] [Kid #1]: What you doing on our turf punk? [Kid #2]: I got a message for Smokey [Kid #1]: Give it [Kid #2]: You Smokey, man? [Kid #1]: Give it! [Kid #2]: If you ain't Smokey it ain't your motherfucking message [Kid #1]: Motherfucker, I said give me the message! [Kid #2]: It's from Willie, in the slam [Kid #3]: Nigga, you been busted? [Kid #2]: Yeah, the man picked me up [Kid #3]: Well, I ain't got no fucking time to play with you. Now Give me the message [Kid #2]: Willie's in Warwick - doing one to three. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to keep cool. He be out one way or another, quick. Maybe I can stick around for a while? [Kid #3]: No that's out man! You know. What could we The lords do with a punk like you!? [Kid #2]: Kiss my ass, motherfucker [Kid #4]: Burn him! [Kid #2]: Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you! I put trademarks around your fucking eye! [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs Deluxe rap cavaliers Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs Sit back jollyin' My team be gaming like Three-card Molly and Drug Somalians pollying Mittens raps they crocheting A-yo Iron, these niggas portraying But haven't been paying For real, slide on these niggas like a fresh pair Caesar fade style, usually tuck grenade Throw a blade, fuck getting laid Guzzle this shit like Gatorade Day to day Wallies half leather, half-suede Connecting with the high stylist, dun Light up a chalice I run with nothing but the wildest, foulest Come on now, long-dick style Niggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit out Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally Been doing this a century kid, just meant to be Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean Skiin' off white BM Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians Palladium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on When I go bury me with velour on [They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after I Get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. Fuck 'em up bad] [Verse 2: Ghostface] 'Sho 'nuff, hit the Bank and thrust Wu Nauticas Jamie Sommer got trained on the tour bus We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label Hitting white-label, left the Winnebago unstable Smooth sailing, walked in, my Earth start kneeling Started stealing, I'm too ill, see we're grilling at the parlay Kicked up, mack, max motion Michael Bolton magazine quote, I'm too potent Louisville mix pain kill rap Fuck benadryl the violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless Dead arm the prosecutor, smack the juror Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura We sit back on Malayan islands Sipping mixed drinks out of broke coconut bowls, we wilding [Chorus: Raekwon] Sit back jollyin' (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) Sit back jollyin' (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) Sit back jollyin' My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an' Drug Somalians pollyin' Sit back jollyin' My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an' Drug Somalians pollyin' Sit back [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard Rap paramedical the wizard Cappadonna, never catering to none My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter You order five thousand back across the water My laboratory story keep me flowing with the glory Acapella or deep dirty instrumental I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew One gallon of wilding, Park Hill profiling I cut your face a Buck 50 sure why you smiling? For violating my position I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me Cause I'm PLO TKO every day Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel Cappadonna son'a old school Disco Inferno Veteran for rapping with the new set of Wu the hard rapping Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clapping When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical Every evening, I have a by myself meeting Thinking who's gonna be the next to catch a beating From my mental slanging, bitching rap twist the point of warfare I brutalize, all competition catch hell here Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it Gimme my rewards [Outro] [The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin' Out. I want 'em gotten. Cause niggas need to be got. He need to be Taken off of here. That's right.] One[Intro: Ghostface Killah & Trife Diesel] Yo (Yeah), new Ghostface! (True, indeed) Glorious days, (True, indeed, God) Check it out, y'all We back, yes, yes, y'all (Fake roller derbies), yeah Masked avengers, (We're here to sharpen your sword) All praise is due, T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan Scream on it, Ghost (Ayo) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] We at the weed gate waiting for Jake We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest Pull out this kite from this white bitch Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic Past tense placed in gold caskets Dru Hill bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit Rumor is you might start to spit You nice, Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted on the dance floor Makeover's free followed by gauze Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked Alaskan sesscapade, push your new court dates Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice The branches in my weed be the vein Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you See daddy rock a wristful Modern-day slave God, graveyard spells fog you goggles Laying like needles in the hospital Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, Baguette swizzle Ziploc the air, hear thistle [Pre-Chorus: T.M.F.] To my real bitches take your drawers off To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face And tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off" [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts Fast from the hog y'all and grow up (Grow up) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask That's the past, heavy ice Rollie laying on the dash Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress Distract the cat while I'm high, sugar, get a crack at this Dicking down Oprah, jump rope, David Dinkins Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture Castor Troy laying for Travolta Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts Fast from the hog y'all and grow up [Outro: Ghostface Killah & Tommy Whispers] Ayo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin' joint We all connect as one That's it, baby, straight up and down y'all, Staple-town, y'all Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? One Ah-hah, that's it? (Trey-Mack, what? Shaolin), yo Staple-town, B (What?) How many nuts you might bust? One Haha, straight up and down (What?) Take to drop a nigga, yo (What?) How many shots? One How many shots? I'm gunnin' for the dome And it only takes one That's it, word up How many cakes we bake, y'all? One Yo, yo, yo, how many L's we smoke? One Hahaha, at a time, nigga At a time, you know we do, at a time Dope fiends, dummy Like, like, like, like (One) How many bags it take to get these dope fiends off that bullshit? One All That I Got Is You[Skit: The Education of Sonny Carson] 'What they gives you, blood?' Three months, man Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma. How old are you boy?' Thirteen 'Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin' outta niggas to arrest.' [Intro: Ghostface & Mary J. Blige] Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out To all the families that went through the struggle (All that I got is you) Yeah, from the heart (And I'm so thankful I made it through) It was all from the heart, everything was real [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons I'm goin' through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe Why my Old Earth had so many seeds But she's her own woman, due to me I respect that I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes Sadly, Daddy left me at the age of six I didn't know nuttin' but mommy neatly packed his shit She cried and grandma held the family down I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed Seven o'clock, pluckin' roaches out the cereal box Some shared the same spoon, watchin' Saturday cartoons Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no frill In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel And there was days I had to go to Tech's house with a note Stating, "Gloria, can I borrow some food I'm dead broke" So embarrasin' I couldn't stand to knock on they door My friends might be laughin', I spent stamps in stores Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me But I remember this, moms would lick her finger tips To wipe the cold out my eye before school with her spit Case worker had her runnin' back to face to face I caught a case, housin' tried to throw us out of our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here, why? Yeah, yo [Hook: Mary J. Blige & Ghostface Killah] All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through All that I got is you (Word up mommy, I love you) And I'm so thankful I made it through (Word up) All that I got is you (It was all you, word) And I'm so thankful I made it through (You brought me in like this) Yeah [Verse 2: Mary J. Blige] I sit and think about All the times we did without dad I always said I woudn't cry When I saw tears in your eyes I understand that daddy's not here now But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah All the things that I did from this to them Oh from drugs to being there Being down and out and I love you always, oh [Outro: Popa Wu] Yeah, you say You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star And them planets, that exist in my space Like man woman and child You understand? We got to keep it real, and what reality And reality will keep it real with us I remember them good ol' days Because see, that's the child I was What made me the man I am today See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh You're never gonna make it where you're goin', aheh Because you lost the reality of yourself So take one stroll through your mind And see what you will find And you'll see a whole universe all over again And again and again and again and again Wildflower[Intro: Ghostface Killah] That was the best fucking I ever had Well, that's because you've been dealing with the Ace You gotta leave? Where you going, sugar? I got business to take care of Oh, shit Shit, that's my old man, shit Better go talk to him [Refrain: Ghostface Killah & Jackpot Scotty Wotty] No smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs No smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs [Bridge: Jamie Sommers ] I'm mind shocking, body rocking Earth shaking, money making Sitting high, looking fly I'm drinking on the best wine [Verse: Ghostface Killah] Yo, bitch, I fucked your friend, yeah, you stink ho I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol She put me on to mega shit, 'bout to slap the bitch She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich It took place late night on February 17th Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stacking beaucoup cash Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo While I was on tour, whore, you went to work Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm Where was you at, ho? "Pinky house, she put in my perm" That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary? You crab bitch, chicken-head ho, eating Harold's I'm the first nigga that had you watching flicks by De Niro You gained crazy points, baby, just being with god Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard I gave you Earth lessons, I came to you as a blessing You didn't do the knowledge, what the god was manifesting You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all I fucked you while you was bleeding, held you down in malls Sexually, you worshipped my di-dick like a cross I had you freaked out, broke out, for a month you fell off You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranqued But you had to fuck this lobster-head ass nigga I should've slapped him, but the gods said, "Chill" That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab I'm wondering how many times your hot ass got stabbed You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains Your clientele is low ho, catch you next show, bro I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth But, fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs Broken tables, had you screaming while you was biting on my cables We slid to the washing machine and threw it on spin If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in My dick's the bomb, baby, marvelous hot steak Plus, I'm conceited, Starks make the biggest ho call rape I'm God Cipher Divine, love my pussy refined That means clean, a FDS smell with a shine [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Word up, respect that, ho Daytona 500[Intro: Force MDs] We are the G-O-Ds And we came to rock the spot Like Ironman Starks They be the illest emcees, in the world today Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear Light your blunts and down your beers 'Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez "From where we at to my man's cell From where we at" [Verse 1: Raekwon] Say peace to cats who rock MAC Knowledge Knowledges Street astrologists, light up the mic God, acknowledge this Fly joints that carry two points, Corolla Motorola holder Play it God, E-pack over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Repel all fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break Break down an eighth and then wait, drop it like Drake Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing Claim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck a union It's the same style, RZA’s train aboard, jump the turnstile On the island he tried to challenge God for the new bals Especially that, aluminum bat in the Ac Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black The Mac-10 flex wipe cats like Windex Index finger be sore busting these fly scripts The Wally kid count crazily grands revive lands Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands We losing 'em, jet to the stash in Now Jerusalem Abusing 'em, rocking his jewels like we using 'em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older Gods, build with the Sun, Moon and Star [Hook: Force MDs] All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibing The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest But if your skills are weak you better step behind us "Ghostface--Ghostface Killah!!" [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat Doing forever shit like pissing out the window on turnpikes Robbing niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes Voice be mellow like Vaughn Harper, Radio Barber Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings Biochemical cream, we burn kerosene The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon Blond heads, inscriptions with three sixes in Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph Zoom in like binoculars, the rap blacksmith Money's Rolex was rockless, Chef ragtop is spotless I'm Iron Man no die-cast metal, I'm steel-alloy True identity hidden inside secret tabloids Breathe oxygen, both sides of my jaw carry oxes The track hit like the bangers in hundred watt boxes Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians "rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell" [Hook: Force MDs] All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibing The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest But if your skills are weak you better step behind us "Cappa-Cappa-Cappa-Cappachino" [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Give me the the fifty thou, small bills, my gold plate, my slang kills My beer spills, what up lils? Murder one dun Killer bee stung, guess who back home son My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Cristal bottles, cages of boom, Papi wardrobe The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons Smuggle balloons, Lorna Doones in fat pussy wounds Let the Gods build, pull up the grill, check out the mad skills Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it Jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle slang sweep it Out of order tape recorder can't record my slaughter Spoil the rotten Donna too good to be forgotten High top notch, borderline rhymes is Hancocked '96, my ill sound clash is still hot Get yourself shot [Hook: Force MDs] All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibing The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest But if your skills are weak you better step behind us Apollo Kids[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh Yeah, I see that, I see that All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh Stealing my light, huh Watch me, duke, watch me [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, check these up top murderers, snowy in the bezel as the cloud merges F.B.I. try and want word with this Kid who pulled out bust a shot up in the Beacon Catch me in the corner not speaking Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks Chicken and broccoli, Wally's look stink He with his man straight from Raleigh Durham He recognized Kojak, I slapped him 5, Masta Killa cracked his Heine for him Everybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw hair on your back Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been gassing niggas, my imposters scream they're ill I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the center Debut '93 LP told you to Enter Punk faggot niggas stealing my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma beneath the La-Z-Boy where you hid your knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shelves at Paul's Pastry Rack Walk with me like Dorothy, try to judge these Plus Degrees, sessical Rasta fiends Getting waxed all through the drive-thru Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible and tell lies too I'm the ultimate, splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring Dolomite, student enroll holding it [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV Crush at high speeds, strawberry kiwi As we approach your hood, the gods bail (bail!) These Staten Island ferryboats cash bail (bail!) Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city We banned for life, Apollo Kids live to spit the real [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max Hit the racks, snatch 'em up, son, $20 off no tax Dream merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurging Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird Monday night Dallas vs Jets, dudes slid in with one hand Two Culture Ciphers, one bag of wet Heavy rain fucked my kicks up, wasn't looking, splashed in the puddle Bitch laughing, first thought was beat the bitch up Moseyed off gracefully, New York's most wanted cheeba hawk Seen the yellow brick road, I stole the pastries Same Ghostface, holy in the mind Last seen Manhattan Chase withdrew the 6-8 digit in the briefcase Rawness, title is Hell bound Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound [Verse 3: Raekwon] We split a fair one, Poconos money, gin rummy with glare Spot the lame, bit his ear Yo, and taste a teaspoon, 300 goons, stash balloons Locked in lab rooms, hit with the Glock, spazzed in Grant's Tomb Clocked him like a patient, his stocks fall, hustle invasion Knowing now, we copped the block off The chain tri-color, freezing in velour, icicle galore Gas station light gleaming on the wall Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans Niggas flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams Pose for the standoff, mad timid Hoping that the gun fall, guessing like lottery balls, yo [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV Crash at high speeds, strawberry kiwi As we approach your hood, the gods bail (bail!) See Staten Island ferryboat, cats bail (bail!) Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real Assassination Day[Intro: Sample] "There's no coke What? You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke What the fuck do you mean there's no coke? I've been up and down this ship I've been in every fucking room There's gotta be coke There is nothing, nothing." *heavy panting* Help PLEASE! *panting continues* Help me! *gunshot* [Chorus: Masta Killa] It's assassination day, I stalk [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I move through the Third World, my third eye's the guiding light Invite the fight, we all die tonight The life I live's a 25 to life bid Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive Cream is short, Cee Cipher Power stalk, plus the fiend talk 3 Gs the cost in Supreme Court White lies and blackmail land me back in jail We're all for sale, a stolen goal but it fail Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind It comes time I take back what was once mine Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter Devil's poisoning the birth water The earth daughter rest her head on my chest Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blasting Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened Trapped in deep water, gasping I clash with the titans for my half on the action [Verse 2: RZA] I stop producers careers, the weak spot was the ears Scorpion darts hits the mark, pierce the heart with silver spears You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered Devils still feel this so you're living build tilted MCs upon their axis, their body hazard tactic Lactic acid, desert dry cactus, practice You can never match this invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable One nation under God, indivisible with liberty and justice The mic is in my clutches Thugs who bring ruckus leave in crutches Unforgivable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel Decapitates the head, makes the projects more livable Interchangeable, caution: flammable My chamber is 99 plus 1 unnameable angles And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal We creep through your doors Seep out like sweat through the pores Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare [Verse 3: Raekwon] First of all before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon, don Spread it out like Grey Poupon Splurging, merging in the suburbs Using this just like an adverb, action word, flowing like a blackbird God came in, aiming like Terry Bradshaw He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed, Pa You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga Holding like bullet-proof Acuras You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high, yo, Bobby You hear how I'm shooting it like they blue tops No, you won't play me like your lady Pay me 380, spit it at you like a baby, final destination, Hades [Verse 4: Masta Killa] War's extremely serious and it saddens me To have to take things to deadly measures And have you measured and shot for no pay It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey Tranqued by deceptional sounds that deceives And lures MCs to the lair With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed Temptation tempts my victim to proceed Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat You'd rather pursue death than admit defeat Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in Murderous rhyming, constantly inclining My mind spits with an enormous kickback Your brain then absorbs the impact Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback [Chorus: Masta Killa] It's assassination day, I stalk Cherchez La Ghost[Intro: Madam Majestic] Tommy Mottola, lives on the road He lost his lady, two months ago Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't Oh wonder that love [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body) And cop a couple of these (She's a hottie, hottie) [Interlude: Madam Majestic] Schott Free and Sean C, very upset They're sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches and tired of Rats I know they are over [Verse 2: U-God] One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin Put a Ruff Rider on my dick, bust right through 'em Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bacardi Lime We passin it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas [Outro: Madam Majestic] They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby They'll love you one second, then hate you the next Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah (Blow 'em down God) Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (Yeah, aha) Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (Truly yours, peace boo) Ghost Deini[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, summer time, holding the nine, split the Vega in half Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass Bank stopping, hide your rocks, hydraulic The kid with the most knowledge Will obtain and touch top dollars Hold me down, hand me my cake Dusty, bake, activate Fuck your corny debates I'm like cake, or maybe like ten thousand dollar rabbits The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris Cash the bill, frozen elements in gold Signs from the most high causes me to break the mold How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin'? You think I fell off the ledge? The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead? Never, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils Two Galants, hitting if we got to Busting at y'all niggas daily, wall to wall, hawkin' Sucking your teeth 'cause God chain-talking Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken through rap Velour-ed down like the Sheikh of Iran Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housing Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Frederick Douglass You know what? Aiyo, fuck this! Aiyo, how can I move the crowd? First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed Here's the instructions, put it together It's simple, ain't it? Well, quite clever [Bridge: Ghostface Killah] Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine You stood for somethin', ugh 2Pac, Biggie, ohhhh, how we miss you so We want y'all both to know We really love you sooo [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I'm Gucci down, Wally boots, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound Ask niggas how I get down Don't speak much, deluxe plush imaginations Hold a note like Willie Hutch You might've bumped into me on the Rikers bus Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese Come on, we juggle mics Three Card Molly, amps advance to the final Show these niggas how the way we dance Hot night, Jamaica Came through in a booger green '68 Pacer Mad paper, high as a fuck, truck Two rappers got stuck that night, I ain't saying no names They know who, thank you for the chains Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed 30 seconds 'til we tear and decease Quick, call my seeds, dipped in the crowd The ho spotted me, he knew not to call my name out He walked off softly, we exactly Formed like Christ and his disciples Black fatigues, lethal-faced doonie, he held the rifle We had the whole shit shook Your favorite rappers dropping they drinks On the low tucking they links, we made eighty off the books [Verse 3: Superb] One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no disrespect But metaphors'll keep me out the projects Rap connects'll keep me correct Aiyo, I wrote this on Donnie roof, after his funeral, on one knee Thinking his killer's following me So to my nigga Donnie, up there Can you please tell God that we fucked up here? You got beer, weed, guns, AIDS All these obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays Why's the Devil winning? Some say it's our fault If that's the answer, you know smoking cause cancer Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind My tape stay at the beginning 'cause that's how they rewind Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine And we don't drink wine If you don't bring me some motherfucking cognac, I'll kill you I can't feel you, ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes, no collars, brolic scholars That's Ghost Deini!! The Champ[Intro: Just Blaze, (Ghostface Killah)] This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached. He’ll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back. He’s an animal, he’s hungry. You ain’t been hungry, since Supreme Clientele. Remember what you first told me when I took ya in. You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah). You wanted to be a killer (New York, stand up). You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth, nigga). You ain’t hungry. Matter of fact I don’t want you in my gym. Get out of my ring, you disgust me… “Just Blaze!” [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone Yo I ain’t got it all, that means I’m barely home Trailblazer stay balling with vengeance My arts is crafty darts, why y’all stuck on Laffy Taffy? Wondering, how did y’all niggas get past me? I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty My Wallos I did ‘em up, them bricks I sent ‘em up My raps y'all bit ‘em up, for that now stick ‘em up 10-4 good buddy, Tone got his money up Worth millions, still bag your bitch looking bummy what Y‘all staring at the angel of death Liar liar pants on fire, you burning up like David Koresh This is architect music, verbal street opera Pop a Tec mad fluid, got the projects booming indeed I ran through the Tunnel, terrorized speed That’s when I was still in the jungle, slinging that D [Interlude: Just Blaze] *Bell rings* Get out my face! No you ain’t got no mo? Don’t need no has been messin’ up my corner. And you better get that mad look off your face for I knock it off. Hey, fool, you ready for another beating. You should have never came back. Look here man after I crucify him, you next! And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face. I’m the Champ! [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Who want to battle the Don? I’m James Bond in the Octagon with two razors Bet y’all didn’t know I had a fake arm I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin’ it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40 seconds My gun get hard wit a 45 steel erection Eagle on, Kangol half-slanted, Coconut Ballys from Morocco Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock, yo Niggas want me dead but they scared to step to me Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite Or get you bumped off from the inside Jaws is hanging, frauds is left in they draws on the floor complaining Bird ass nigga resemble Keenan Ivory Wayans Stay in your place dirt poor rappers get shadow boxed for training Y'all still eating bacon [Interlude: Just Blaze] *Bell rings* Think nobody can. Don’t give this sucker no statue, give him death. I told y’all I wasn’t going away. You had your shot no give me mine. Now why don’t you tell these folks why you been ducking me, politics man. You think you going to keep me down. They don’t want me to have the title. Because I’m not a puppet like that fool up there. Ask his woman she get more pipe from the plumber than in bed. I’m the Champ! [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] I’m like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table Half a mil’ on my left ankle Terrycloth Guess shorts, robes is comfortable Bring me a nice bitch, that means I’ll fuck with you My swagger is Mick Jagger, stones is rolling Prestige is cut to a T, spark when weed went up The coca leaf is slightly damp Sprouting in the backyard next to Gram Dukes’ tomato plants And jets get chartered, marquee shit with the cars on it The haters, they earl, run to the toilet and vomit Back East, I’m a MC king since Cuban Pretty Tone, Iron Man, Bulletproof and Supreme Kufi on, double deuce in the jeans My man shape was on the floor with the mother lode, both of them green IBF, WBC, cruiserweight, title shots, and rap belts belong to D.C.  [Outro: Just Blaze, (ODB sample)] Listen, I am bad, I said I am bad. I’m a bad man. I’m so bad sometimes I’s scare myself. Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to kiss myself I’m so pretty. Now who am I? (The man) Now who am I? (The man) Who? (The Man) That’s right and don’t y’all forget it… Ladies and gentlemen!. The winner by consecutive knockout and still champion of the world… (Ghost… face… Killah) *Cheering in the background* Fish[Intro] Ayo You know, they're killers themselves Hey, hey, hey, forty-six hundred in there, duke How you want it? How you want it? How you want it? Stop that, stop that These are the men who lead the crime families of America I control 26,000 men Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime And if there's one thing I'm sure of It's that drugs destroy your mind and destroy your home In the end, it'll only lead our country into ruin [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] We eat fish, toss salads and make rap ballads The biochemical slanglord'll throw the arrows In the dope fiend, vocal cords switch laser beams My triple sevens broke the slot machines out in Queens Grey Poupon is Revlon rap, smack pawns, swing like batons Most my niggas smoke like Hillshire Farms Check the gummy sole, underneath my shoe lies the tap That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps In steel mills I inhale smoke to blow on duns You run errands, Primatene Mist is afraid of my lungs Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel Like eighty roman candles that backfired then slammed you Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit I take it back to Playboy, stash guns in whips Picture afro picks, shish kabobs and dashikis Thousands civil marched, raised their fists in early sixties [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one Donna shogun and flip a ton of fashion Destination be the cash one, I step past one Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like Eskimo floe Cappa-villain stay chillin', take shots of penicillin Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rat got nine lives I'll take a few hundred thousand dollar dives And then I still never go down, until the last round I shine When RZA do his thing motherfucker, I'ma do mine [Verse 3: Raekwon] Now, where I come from cats be carrying Marrying drug money, fuck up your wife, get four to life Cream we handling, Midtown niggas scrambling Move and examine the fly shit, plus quick to buy shit Chef, yeah, you know the whole god's astral Fidel Castro suits, plus depositing cash rule Big time, play it like Canadian wine RZA's divine now, the sacredness of one's true mind Now let's get colorful like money-green High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigga roaster Yeah, god, be having my whole steez laced Now let's rap a taste, connect dots, aim Glocks, train stop Figaro fly jewelin', tri-color Cubans Swerving with power Germans and Suburbans Twenty-four niggas with vests on, my own restaurant Dons sending my sons membership forms And still getting this paper scraper Fake gators from Jamaica, wizzes be passing like Lakers And it be coming from Lex Louis Rich Liberace Fetus style and block ya goals like hockey Buck 50[Verse 1: Method Man] Who I'm is? The Phenom, them niggas can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, something got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze Looking at your ice like "Jeez!" I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy You bugging where the couch at, Wu til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke let it be Ain't nothing nice in New York Stick you for your cake and your icing, that tough talk Don't mean nothing when you're up North So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom You know that saying: "If you can't join 'em, beat 'em And push your way in" We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion Pick the pace up, pants sagging pull your waist up Niggas renting slum jewels from Jacob, fool! You're like "Dude! I don't like your fucking attitude" Fronting on my Clan from the Stat but we ain't mad at you [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo! Starks with the Parcheesi face, measly paced, old face Ghostface! Jump out the window for a little taste The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Cappa slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls, drip jew-els, big heat Ruffle inside the bubble goose, it's the Odd Couple Hollow points follow you home to Staten Island Playing with the big toys that make noise Echo in the hall, a scared voice Niggas start to act choice, but Duncan Hines Didn't know Betty Crocker had the two nines Made the club moist, shattered the windows Dustheads running The rap kingpin plus the Black Jesus is coming [Verse 3: Redman] The words you talk better be the words you walk Body you in the bed where the nurses are Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off That explains why my language off My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like in training bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared For the project flow, with extra stairs I pass out a vest to wear (bullets flyin) Yo, the hard wire, starting bonfires Pull the mask so you know it's me And your weed got more seeds than ODB Can't smoke with ya, watch Ghost tie a rope to ya Def and Wu will open ya [Chorus: Method Man & (Redman)] Eat a dick like (HUH!) Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH!) Getting rich like (HUH!) [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] Word, it's me y'all We in two sixes flirting with bitches, dime plus Taking pictures, How you doing baby? My name Ghost Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak Seek intelligence, slickest nigga going since "Grease" Check out the grays on the side of my waves I grew those on Rikers Island Stressed out, balled up in the cage Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come Biggie's Versaces, snow white rabbit Hands is like photographic magic Funeral love, move in when we hug, don't make it a habit Hit the gym for two weeks, my back all chiseled Elbows unique now meet the new me Ghetto fabulous, Tone Atlas Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's I start my own chapters Tyco Nite-Glow velvet pose, special effects High-tech armors merc you at the shows Super-cali-fragi-listic-expi-ali-docious Docious-ali-expi-fragi-listic-cali-super Cancún, catch me in the room, eating grouper [Chorus: Method Man & (Redman)] Shoe fly shoe, Wally Don Clark crew Fuck y'all wanna do, crack a brew Smoke an L or two and flip like (HUH!) Killing for the whole clique is sick like (HUH!) You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (HUH!) Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH!) Getting rich like (HUH!) Back Like That[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Damn Damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that, it wasn't really even that big, man You know? Nah, it's alright, though But anyway, yo, let me get that coat Let me get those jeans and let me get that rock on your finger Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man And let me get those bags from Paris And the puppies is staying, yo [Chorus: Ne-Yo & Ghostface Killah] Come through the block in his brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Okay, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Okay, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no (Yo) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you 'Cause I'm too much man to leave a mark on you You's a bird, you know that Givin' that man ten points like he about to blow that He probably did, you swallow his kids? In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids In the summertime, I broke his jaw Had to do it to him quick, old fashioned, in the back of the mall Me and him had 'mos forever Like I'm 'posed to put him on when he came home and told on Trevor Had to bang on homie, ear blocks, out in spots Throwing them shots, like, "Nigga, you know me" Stop fronting for them niggas outside like you really ride And you a silly chick, thought you was really live But I guess I was wrong, I'ma holla at dog And rip his head off, word, yo, it's on [Chorus: Ne-Yo & Ghostface Killah] Come through the block in his brand new Benz (Yeah) Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Okay, girl, that's right) Yeah, what I did was wack (Uh-huh, yeah) But you don't get a nigga back like that (Yeah, I'ma work him out) Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets (Uh-huh) Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Tell him son, yeah, okay, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack (Yeah, this is how we do) But you don't get a nigga back like that, no (Yo) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, I thought we was iller than that All them kisses and love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs It was time a nigga went to war Vest banged up, standin' in the kitchen, yo, holding a four Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend Heard you had homie in the passenger seatin' Honey, look, I'm a monster don I do monster things, that's why I put your ass under my arm Fuckin' with him can bring bodily harm And where you gon' hide in the streets when the body is gone? If it's one thing I learned that Never trust a female on no scale, you just confirmed that Bounce to your mama house, pack your shit I don't care if you crying, you's a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you My girl cousins, they gon' rock you [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Come through the block in his brand new Benz (Uh-huh) Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Yeah, okay, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack (Told you) But you don't get a nigga back like that (I'm a good dude, you see?) Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets (Yeah) Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Wanna play games, okay, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no [Bridge: Ne-Yo & Ghostface Killah] Shorty, what is you thinkin' 'bout? ('Bout) Didn't I put you down? Flyest whips Rollin' round like, "Yeah, that's the boss' chick" On the side I might of had (Had), one or two (Two) But them silly broads wasn't nothing on you Rolling with him, tryna get revenge That shit, you just don't do (Uh) [Chorus: Ne-Yo & Ghostface Killah] Come through the block in his brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Yeah, you see? Okay, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack (This for the knucklehead) But you don't get a nigga back like that (Females out there that wanna be) Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets (Actin' like they gettin' they little revenge off) Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Okay, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack (Takin' it further than what it really is, you know what I mean?) But you don't get a nigga back like that, no (Playin' yourself) Come through the block in his brand new Benz (Know what I mean?) Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Okay, girl, this is don status, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that (You gon' have to hold that now) Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets (Word up, and when I see money) Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (I'ma hang him upside-down, it's on, okay, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no (And not because of you, neither, you know? Believe that) [Outro: Ghostface Killah] It's real Yeah, got my swagger back and all that Theodore, nigga, Theodore, nigga That's right I'll go pop more, I'ma go pop more coochies based on that there Camay[Intro: {"sample"} Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna] {"Love was never born to say goodbye"} What's happenin'? {"Love was never born to say goodbye"} Yo, yeah, you smokin'? {"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} This is it {"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} Another chamber You know how we do [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, what's the deal, Goldilocks? "Ain't nothin', I'm just hibernatin' Love that watch, pour me some Scotch and cold Courvoisier" No doubt, have a chair, Boo, lets get to pollyin' Who you with? "Me and Molly and some trick who's Yugoslavian" What fabric is that? "It's only wool and Rayon" Lipstick crayon, fly Fahrenheit spray on I'm gettin' tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy And transportin' bricks, stealin' many fifties Fuck negotiatin', is you with me? Is you ain't? Sweet ass carrot cake fakin', plus you don't eat turkey bacon "I don't get down like that", I don't get down neither Cuban links skeezer, why you actin' like a rap teaser? I'm like the jewelry exchange plus a Range "Nigga, you small change, I only fuck for Figaro chains" Analyzin' Miss Clairol, Fendi down, mascara on Assistant manager in Paragon [Hook: {"sample"}] {"...say goodbye"} {"Love was never born to say goodbye"} {"Love was never born..."} [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Socializin', vibin' with my eyes on Dot She this book cover lady that be blowin' up the spot While my heart was racin' like the hands on the clock I step live, I think she see me puttin' out the pot Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous How's life today? Your hands are softer than Camay too Your hairdo way more class than Halle Berry Caught visions of me and you ridin' on the ferry Plus your daughter Kiki talk to my man Merry I order me a Sex on the Beach with the cherry I order her a Riunite on ice, sounds nice She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, intelligent Whispered in my ear that she's celibate Whispered back to her ear we don't have to go there As I grabbed her hand, sat her politely in the chair As we stopped to stare at one another, black sister to brother I'm thinkin' all the time how she could be my lover [Hook: {"sample"}] {"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} {"Love was never born to say goodbye"} {"Love was never born to say goodbye"} {"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] What's happenin', brown sugar? Say, you look so good today Ankle bracelet wrapped around your leg Here, have a seat, complimentary drinks is on me Bartender, Chevalier Chateau at table three Luxurious rings, eyes sparklin' What's your name, sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins Your complexion gives a reflection of Sometime a black woman just need to be loved Quiet and shy, baby girl, my gift got you high Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that five? Just jokin', baby, I have a sharp sense of humor Wish I would've bumped into your frame a lot sooner What's your physical degree? Thirty-one? Thirty-three? Half-Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese Seen you workin' at a law firm on Fifth Avenue Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you Yo, I'm all into older woman, who's happy livin' Love kids and, keep all our business in the crib and And not afraid to die with me, the God, on your side We holdin' hands and death do us apart and then we slide Earring in the left side of your nose, love my combo Should have left my Wiz a thousand times, maybe tonight though Girl, you sexy motherfucker, damn, what's the recipe? You make a nigga wanna goddamn! Can you cook, darling? At the stove you're evolvin' Baked macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starvin' Here, take my number, let me pull the chair from under I had fun, plus your backyard speak with thunder [Hook: {"sample"}] {"Love was never born to say goodbye"} {"Love was never born to say goodbye"} {"Love was never born to say goodbye"} {"Love was never born to say goodbye"} {"Love was never born to say goodbye"} {"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} {"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} {"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} {"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} Wu Banga 101[Verse 1: GZA] Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced I move with the speed and strength of ants Identical in form with the Bees they swarm Hold up, the cold current appear warm My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall Mr. Traffic, dumbin' shit, from ecclesiastic Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the plastic See the logo? A monument in Hip Hop Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure My Clan'll make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure No surprise, double disc touched five Those elements, kept environments colonized With the high flyin' death-defyin' flow like the Rebel Right there, but you're one light year, from my level [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Uh-huh.. yeah.. yo.. check it.. yo.. Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine Slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right Deacon is a pimp, tell by his ice Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot" Shirley fainted dead on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh shit! [Verse 3: Raekwon] Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs Masqueradin' X-rated throw blades, all occasions Round nozzle touchdown, Haagen-Dazs goggles White House Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups Mere intelligent, buy Neiman Marcus out No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow Was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you The way we lamp, fans come and get you Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips Roman numerals, sun splash them niggas like, Tango and Cash Alcatraz cats roll out fast.. [Verse 4: Cappadonna] Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore We tryin to get land riches and more Ghost put me on to it We just do it, floss or whatever Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost Had to beat niggas with toast 'Cause we got clientele, we lay it down flat Pulled out on y'all kid, now where your mans at? Fakin' the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'" Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter Y'all heard about us like we heard about you Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue Calm down not tryin' to hurt you, burst through Fat shit, fatter than all y'all nigga’s outfits We the glitch like Y2K Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day "Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible His remarkable armor is supreme!" [Verse 5: Masta Killa] Yo, sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool Grab my gun, select one, snatch son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss run, you drop thinkin' you're shot Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to your face Shots to the body that shake like the bass I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest [Verse 6: Ghostface Killah] Skip to the intro, rap through post Smashed a fresh ball of wax Caesar Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista Wally Moc' half tied, swimmin' trunks Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice Catch the moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick Carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights Too bright, Ghost is comin' y'all fix the mirrors Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't Exile he no longer in the hood Bless the kid that max the most Me I turn a wedding into hoax Roses tied to bombs on posts On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice Rasta nigga rock the big do's Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu 260Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right I got to take him off of here Cause there's only one, and that's me You understand? 'fore all that fighting, you understand That sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me And I know he can't whoop me, I... Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump You understand? Let me get mines first Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do... [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, scandalous Yeah miraculous, the arsonists [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, kicked down the door in the spot, 260 2L, I heard they had O's for sale I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip Keep a low fade, license plates engraved "PAID" Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusalem Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him Boss Sun's younger physical, you know the God He go with Tip, the one who called Lover of God Why Equality Self, I know the Master Allah Now It's time to get the God U and blow like mines But on the low I heard he got Born Original sent Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his Ac We got to get him dunn, aliens is snatching our bread UFOs moving in with bigger plans than Feds, yo Knock on Daddy-O's door get the scope He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that skunk That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums Peace Kiana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda She drive a cream Honda, with legs like Jane Fonda I just left her, she took Regine to Pathmark then Jetted to Canal to get her man some Clarks She should be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid she safe, BCW was watching the kids [Verse 2: Raekwon] Two hours later, scheming like DeNiro in Casino Son better have more coke than Al Pacino Kiana ain't telling no lies, last year she did a sting and a half With Tymeek bought him a aircraft But anyway, yo, Daddy-O home, we need the shotties nid-ow When we get back, throw you a thid-ou Later that night, stay mesmerized yo Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Now Why You ready, you got the E&J and the machete? We going upstairs, I hope one nigga is heavy We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists Masks on, second floor, dun yo, I handle this Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical Natural, fucking a white bitch, actual Fiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef, handle it" I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn Ran to the back analyzing, much disguising Surprise is coming in their eyes and tranquilizing Bugging, throwing the twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncing Fake cats announcing on the block, you lounging Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop fronting (Yo Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll stop stunting Bitch, hold that pit, before I push your wig back Chef stop waving that, show him where the paper at) Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery It's in the kitchen in the ceiling (Baby girl kept squealing Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand Ohhh shit! Yo, yo where that shit at yo? Yo Chef, where that shit? What? What? Aiyyo...) Kilo[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo... Oh, yo, Rae... I can't feel my face. My heart pounding and shit. Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who the fuck? Close them blinds and shit! Who that? Captain Kirk? This the fucking Stark... Enterprise, Enterprise outside and some shit? I need some pussy, though, I'm ready to fuck Catwoman or something. F-Fuck it, lets go! Aiyyo Shareefa, go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box Of baggies, the ones with ten in them! Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit? Thank you. I need two waters, a Dutch, and a cranberry Snapple [Hook] All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man!) A kilo is one thousand grams, its easy to remember (You never catch the kid going hand to hand!) All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Once you got the funds you got the panties, man!) A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember (Throughout I-95 I'm the Handyman) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Bricks, tar caps, powder, cooked up crack Phones is tapped over Franklin's stacks Kingpins put in bullpens, old connects get paro' Break out of town when the Jakes take down the pharoah Reason, He was moving that peruvian white Blowing coolies in the hoopties, slamming cuties at nights Big heavy pots over hot stoves Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them Got my whole project out of order A kilo is a thousand grams Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan Extract oil cut from cuban plants The chemist is brolic, Pyrex scholars Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a million dollars [Hook] All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man!) A kilo is one thousand grams, its easy to remember (You never catch the kid going hand to hand!) All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Once you got the funds you got the panties, man!) A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember (Throughout I-95 I'm the Handyman) [Verse 2: Raekwon] Yeah Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white Get your sniff on, scarface niggas, we getting right Some call it bricks, some call it birds How many niggas get they lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curve You would go to jail Get caught with this, niggas'll grow to fail Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales They lived like brothers, word life, connects discovered Most niggas get hard, from fucking with them pipes and hustlers Kilo is one thousand grams You know your ammo better be heavy cause soon kids is coming in camo Protect your land daddy, I'm an announcer You get caught with an ounce and its over Matter 'fact they takin you down, son [Hook] All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man!) A kilo is one thousand grams, its easy to remember (You never catch the kid going hand to hand!) All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Once you got the funds you got the panties, man!) A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember (Throughout I-95 I'm the Handyman) [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Some say a drug dealers destiny is reachin the ki' I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks When they wrapped and stuffed Four days later straight cash, two million bucks Strictly powder, no cut Your coke is vialed in, whats up? Y'all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts Kilo is a thousand grams A pile of sand is equivilant, to the eye It's nice to have a thousand fans Coke buyers, some be liars Therefore, you check for wires Dedicated dealers, during holidays we give 'em lighters [Bridge: Raekwon] Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops Salt tops, long tops, short tops, 12 12's 58 58's, weed bags, ziplocks Big rocks, coke spots, two Glocks, one ox Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack Spot [Hook] All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man!) A kilo is one thousand grams, its easy to remember (You never catch the kid going hand to hand!) All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Once you got the funds you got the panties, man!) A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember (Throughout I-95 I'm the Handyman) Run[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Psst Yo (Yo), yo-yo (Yo), yo (Five-O) Oh shit, yo (Yo, let me out), run [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground The pound fell, cops is coming Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin' Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summons So I stopped at the second floor, ran across Cracks is fallin', my pockets is mean, clean when I vanished off Took off, made track look easy The walkie-talkies them D.T.s had, Black, they was rated PG Run, I will not give up, no, quick, flag the car down (Yo, yo, yo) Take me to— Ghost, here they come now Rrt, pull off quick, back up Hit the bitch dog, turn down Hill, light the Marley spliff Run, I will not get bagged on a rock Run, I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops Run, they amp shit, plant shit, destroy evidence Fuck a case, I'm not coming home when i'm fifty-six (No) Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks Before I let these crackers throw me in shit Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop Curve, swerve and get served, these cocksuckers got nerve Heard I was killing shit, they must got word That I told the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna merge [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Run if you sell drugs in the school zone Run if you getting chased with no shoes on Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns They givin' out life, like, by the tons Run if you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, is life, three-zip So, run, hop fences, jump over benches When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker [Interlude: Jadakiss & Ghostface Killah] Aha, I might got take my shirt off (Yeah, kid) I like that one (Uh-huh, go in, go in), yo, uh [Verse 2: Jadakiss & Ghostface Killah] It's task force Tuesday, the narcs is in the black car I got five hundred hundred-packs in my backyard Clear twelve-twelves that look like stuffed shells I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales while they puff Ls Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave everything I learned from the OGs to save everything They come by one more time, they gon' hop out They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting knocked out Then I can get rid of the pack But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that, uh Downshifting on 'em like I got gears on me Besides that, I got about five years on me (Run) Scared to death, running like I got bears on me (Run) My Timbs start feeling like they Nike Airs on me (Run) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Thruway My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up, and my pants too If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets than jail where I die at And I'm asthmatic, so I'm looking for somewhere to hide at But they too close, and I got this new toast Imagine if I would've let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Run if you sell drugs in the school zone Run if you getting chased with no shoes on Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns They givin' out life, like, by the tons Run if you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, is life, three-zip So, run, hop fences, jump over benches When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker Malcolm[Intro: Malcolm X sample & Ghostface Killah] "So they try and project the image, to the public" (Uhh) "That this- this is being done by" (Speak brother Malcolm, speak) "THIEVES and thieves alone! And they ignore the fact that no, this is not thievery alone. It's a- It's a" (True indeed) "Corrupt, vicious, hypocritical, system. That has, CASTRATED the black man. And the only way the black man can get back at it is to strike it in the only way he knows how." *audience claps* [Verse 1] Ayy, yo I'm like Malcolm, out the window with the joint Hoodied up, blood in my eye, I let two fly like fuck it *2 gunshots*, look how these niggas duck shit One kid hollerin', "What!", lookin' up, he the big wig Fake ass cat, low life, sodomized mind Beatin' niggas, big bricks of bread, sell 'em as dimes His feet hurt, networkin', he get no work Yo, smack him where his hand hurt, fuck what he worth Yo, he sucked his thumb, Slew footed kid, laced with the pink gums Stuntin' to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run Plus he ill on the drums, heartburn for life, calcium man Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front Pigeon-toed Tyler's sister with the fat ass Show hash for Hines up the block plus he smashed her Big Buck did him something deadly, act premeditated Buck 60 strike was the medley Nice like Van Halen, seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin' Did two days, thought he was jailin' You get close, look at his hands That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talkin' bout "The cuffs did it" He bantam weight, frontin' majorly, eyes like Sammy Davis Jr Rounded off with a fade, G, he sport the Bob Hope classics Ran down Asics, K-mart, the short sleeve shit be the basics He eat hams, shitted on himself twice, big-hatted Jews Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights [Chorus] Yo, let me tell you how the game go We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes Tony wants the streets back fo sho Too many hustlers, too many thieves We're fuckin' up, who's willin' to fight, and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils' jealousy [Verse 2] Yo, I-Cham punched Mase in his face over some bullshit The other night, they kidnapped his brother pokin' it with knives It's rainin', 85 degrees kinda muggy One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly Yo, we up in Jonesy's posin', all these niggas know me From fuckin' wit' Un and these niggas, heavy parolees Yo, we played the speaker And from a distance, we could see these chains The P slayed, flat on his chest, was two planes Ashy hands, yo, no need for rings at all He just cracked the V8 backed up, leaned against the wall Look at Flower, he just came home, he on like a fuck Did a dime for holdin' up the guards up in the armored truck Ten years later, son 280 on the weight tip He throwin' up six plates plus, he studied Matrix He's a wally horse, shout it out, sweatin' through his valor Cock-eyed nigga, back up his neck, he had sores Sammy eagerly, rode up on him Toxi off the turkey with the joint on him Flower look his man stood up before him The bitches hit the table, Jah king stripped off his cables Shots went off, Sam'll get a chance to make his debut Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off We noticed ring-worms, he hid behind Rich C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled In the measured pool, pistol-whip Mase, and broke the handle Desperate, crawlin' to the door on all fours Shim kicked the jukebox, the theme song rode in was "It's Yours" Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin' He layin' like a gay models shoutin' out Sebastian He smiled with his teeth missin', beggin' for mercy No more, God, the 68 thousand down at pier 3 Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin' Cham snatched his flag, four big rocks, enter the dragon It's over, another story told Lyin' with the snakes, tongue kissin' cobras [Chorus] Yo let me tell you how the game go We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes Tony wants the streets back fo sho Too many hustlers, too many thieves We're fuckin' up who's willin' to fight, and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils' jealousy [Outro: Malcolm X sample] "So they try and project the image, to the public That this- this is being done by THIEVES and thieves alone! And they ignore the fact that no, it is not thievery alone. It's a- It's a Corrupt, vicious, hypocritical, system. That has, CASTRATED the black man. And the only way the black man can get back at it is to strike it in the only way he knows how." *audience claps* Black Jesus[Interlude Dialogue] [Raekwon] Burn something kid [Popa Wu] Yeah, youknowwhatImsaying, let me tell you something man Through the man's mind, God He see his elevation, God See through his mind, he see his elevation, God See this where he begin to know that where he come from See some people don't have no direction, God Because they don't know the science of they self See the signs of life is the signs of you All the elements that it took to create you Everything that's in the universe, God That's created the universe, God, is just within you You see what I'm sayin? And that's the mind that you can't see Don't you know if a man could take and flip himself inside out, God He'll fall out and die if he sees the shit that goes on...inside? [Ghostface] So you mean to tell me I'm the creator of all this right here? [Popa Wu] You the creator of all this Because all these things must happen, it must take place See people go back in the day, God They say: one man, one woman, Adam and Eve, there ain't no such thing Everything you see always has been and always will what be Regardless the womb or what, it's got to be [Intro: Raekwon] Hit me, hit me, hit me, I don't wanna hear nothin Word Up Got to pay Yeah, it's like that right? Blow his back out, make his shoes worth [Verse 1: Raekwon] A-yo, this shit be off the noggin rock it Whatever cock block it Cat get blown, who own this street corner Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer For real, marinating nigga's skating Debating waiting style flowingly relating Fine line switch it on ya, like venetian blinds The mission is mine, fabulous king I divine Titanium Hydro collide though Yo dun dun polly this conjunction, son one Slang doctor, medicated kids pay it Say it, these niggas in affect dun, stay rap related Cassette rhymer, 5-G consigner, line for liner Poet designer, sharp like Linus Mic of the year award, fly gear award Them niggas over there be analyzing with one sword Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent Nuff shit to get your whole team crazily sent Now all I need is a half gallon of weed Proceed, to bust this mic dick and make three seeds Then max out like two Ac's inside the parking lot Son bark a lot and get his team hit in the dark a lot What now blow, clicking like a calico Gold, Maximillion, one love keep it real yo [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice-rocking niggas Peace, this summer's mines, I blow the biggest Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above These mics is like the Golden Gloves verses spark plug Its like the pennant, seminar's the play-off Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off This specialist who eyeballed your mistress necklace Perpetuous, this curly-head kid's treacherous Let go the eggo, so we can dip dip dive like Lego Throw on can-can, eat that plus this instrumental Ah shit say Stark-ologist Starks-ologist, fried fish halibut Pull out the bull horn, let's celebrate like Kunta was born We elbowed our way inside Loud and got on I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out of millions Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordmans That rock that fisherman hat like Gorton's [Verse 3: U-God] I hold down the place, no shots to the face Elite Special force no religious style faith The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil Manhandle pain killing erect my hidden Streets made me potent put your 9-6 bid in Vampire curse disperse on each verse Swim in black water, axe slaughter through my earth You're hit by my element Great Wall of China Mountain peak holds the globe like vagina Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand Finger rolling rhythm ride the horse one hand Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion Chess boxer, mic in dead body position 40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invention Divine universal black man representing Similar to pure, rhyme blowing out the pore Battery in the back, keep me charged for the raw I'm bred type thorough, pistolero gun hero Renaissance rebel chatter-boxing your barrel Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles Lock down, for this curfew Shakey Dog[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all? I need y'all niggas to buckle up one time Fasten your seatbelts, I'ma take y'all on some real shit This Theodore shit, y'all niggas know what time it is and shit Y'know I mean? It's real motherfuckin' shit, you know [Verse: Ghostface Killah] Yo, making moves back and forth uptown 60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted Whip smelling like fish from 125th Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs Back seat with my leg all stiff Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips I'm ready for war, got to call the Cuban guys Got the Montana booth in front of the store Made my usual gun check, safety off, come on Frank The moment is here, take your fuckin' hood off And tell the driver to stay put Fuck them niggas on the block they shook, most of them won't look They frontin', they no crooks they fuck up they own jux Look out for Jackson 5-0 'cause they on foot Straight ahead is the doorway, see that lady with the shopping cart She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway Damn she look pretty old Ghost She work for Kevin, she 'bout 77 She paid her dues when she smoked his brother in law at his bosses' wedding Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in 3 o'clock, watch the kids, third floor, last door You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you Why? Why you behind me leery? Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you You is a crazy motherfucker, small Hoodie dude Hilarious move, you on some Curly, Moe, Larry shit Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme Cocaine, dead bodies, jail time you goin' carry it Matter of fact, all the cash, I'ma carry it Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked? These fuckin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son Passin' they rum, fried plantains and rice, big round onions on a T-bone steak My stomach growling, yo I want some Hold on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knock at the door Act like you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face Push me in quickly when the bitch open up Remember you don't know me, blast him if he reach for his gun Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony one second homie No matter rain, sleet or snow you know you supposed to phone me Off came the latch, Frank pushed me into the door The door flew open, dude had his mouth open Frozen, stood still with his heat bulgin' Told him, "Freeze!" lay the fuck down and enjoy the moment Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, asked him Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get to smokin' you fast His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot The kick in the four-fifth broke a bone in her wrist And she dropped the heat, "Give up the coke!", but the bitch wouldn't listen I'm on the floor like, "Holy shit!", watchin' my man Frank get busy He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz He let the pitbull out, big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin' Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared Frank screamin', blowin' shots in the air Missin' his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear Killed that bullshit pit, ran to the bathroom butt first Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad wounds The big one had the centipede stab wound Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, played him out To be continued... Love Don’t Live Here No More[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Feelin' fresh, walkin' down the block 'Bout to see my boo, it's about 6 o'clock Love is love, it'd been a long time comin' 9 long years, I know she missed my lovin' Huggin', kissin' in the scent of the kid She gonna fall out when she see me at the crib Ding dong, can I speak to Bamboo? It's me Penelope, stop actin' a fool She said, "damn, I thought you was dead Not a phone call? Not a card in the mail?" For real a phone call? Stop You know I had to up and leave I told you I'll be back, girl, but you ain't believe She told me 9 was too long, and she got a new man One who gon' stay and hold it down for the fam So scram, there's no more love for the kid So I turned my head down and walked away from the crib [Hook: Kandace Springs (Ghostface Killah)] Loved so many times I've been alone so long Had to pull myself together Find my heart a brand new home Got a good thing goin' on Can't let you mess with my flow Too little, too late Love don't live here no more (Love is love, Tony's back up on the aisle) (Gone for 9 years like 9 months to a child) Cried so many times (Where's my boo at? I need to see Bamboo) (I got a lot of things on my mind, to explain to you) Love don't live here no more Love don't live here no more [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] It's like that? Okay then where you put all my stuff at then? You know, I thought, you know I swear he's, he been doin' this for too long I done came home, you got another man, you know what [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Oh word, so you over it? That's absurd I never did a damn thing to deserved it This is a man's world, I go away come home lookin' for you Now you fuckin' up the plans, girl You another man's girl, that ain't kosher Once you see the kid's face you're supposed to Drop what you're doin', show your loyalty and love Step out on the porch with a kiss and a hug Yo you buggin' [Hook] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Just can't understand, you know. I treated you, I gave you everything you wanted. You know what I'm sayin'? And it's like you got another dude laying in the bed? Wearin' my robes, wearin' you out I know I was gone but damn, I just can't get it, baby But I loved you though man, and I still do though Poisonous Darts[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Let's see you try the water technique Hai, ha, ha, ha, ha The sky is high, the cloud is low Yeah But my water technique is hard to beat Word up But the earth can absorb water Gotta zip my coat Hai, hai, ha Yeah The sky is high, the cloud is low Fuck 'em But my water technique is hard to beat Yeah, check the fly shit But the earth can absorb water Uh Hai, hai [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] What the fuck I got to lose, huh? Word to God, let's get it on Clap your heels three times, grab the magic wand Nameless, these stonewashed cats, leave 'em brainless Somewhere out of this world, stranded on Uranus With coke and a dollar bill, stems and crack capsules Take a blast, boo, booby trap a cruise, it's natural Like soybean, burn like a laser beam My vaccine, I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns The segment, rap fragment Comes together like magnets Attract heads, captured like Dragnet Going through mad phases of all ages Killa Beez locked the fuck up behind cages The Genovese swallowed this line and caught a freeze Press caller ID for me to quote more degrees The fortune teller tuck a sleeping gas umbrella Award winning dining in the back of Marabella Now, who don't believe that cash must rule? I don't eat meat, I slap blood out of Perdue Keep a wireless mic, mic's on, strike the session It's over, I'll fire this and glow like fluorescent [Bridge: Method Man] The sky is high, the cloud is low Peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on But my water technique is hard to beat Yeah, peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on But the Earth can absorb water Hai, hai [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, mountains of blow like snow, constant cash flow Rocking a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes Mega powder dripping from they nose Fucking Jet magazine bitches with wide pussy pose Centerfold the whole night, deadly venom horror snake bites Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice Holding money bags, convertible Benz with feathered bags With the mongoose, your man's got two seeds down in Baghdad You onion-head niggas spread out and parlay Yo, Rae, these icks-days get crashed with ash trays I pull stings like guitar strings down in Spain I'm so hyped, jakes labeled god, "Crack cocaine" Y Equality Self, god, yeah, yeah you know it kid Ricky fucked up a G-Pack, blow his wig He's rocking Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform He's a newborn, look at money, swearing like he on But, anyway, back to furry Kangols, Jamaican Wallabees My back is on the wall, bombing devils with trick-nology My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source Awards Next year, two hundred niggas coming with swords 9 Milli Bros.[Produced by Metal Fingers] [Intro: RZA] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspectah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D., the B.O.B.B., Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA/The Genius It's the Ol' d-d-d- d-d-d- d-d-Dirty Bastard! [ODB] 1, 2, 1, 2, (Killa Beez) turn it up The headphones, turn it up.. yo you hear me? [Cappa] Whattup Tony? [Ghost] Wassup don-don? [ODB] All the way up... [Ghost] You know how we do... [Cappa] Let's get this paper together... [Ghost] You motherfuckin' right Pa, uh huh [Cappa] What's up, y'all? [Ghost] We wanna do it nigga [ODB] You know how I do... [Ghost] Sound about to go in on some real Wu shit, uh huh [Cappa] W-T-C [Ghost] That's right [Ghost] Ya know what I mean? [RZA] GHOST-FACE KILLAH! [Ghost] Lemme give y'all the bullshit hook for y'all niggas Check it out... [Hook: Ghostface Killah] The burners and the stash, we 'bout the cash We got females that got it like that The golden childs that bone the crowd See, niggas in the place that bit my style Well, I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang got the answer Cause if I had a chance to do it again I will still keep the heat in my pants-uh [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up I shot one of my bitches, the ho ain't trick enough Word life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond We airin' niggas out, that's the type shit that we on Official Wu-Tang headbanger Flood your space with big waves like you did in Sri Lanka [Verse 2: Raekwon] I drink heavy gallons of cru, play the big part Niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the vest pose Yellow swede one matching hat with the grey gun Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up We all throw down y'all broke niggas stay frontin' Lines come digital stupid, plus ain't got no jewelry on Bet I'm still live and I'm coopin' Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves Front on react, we're sippin' Cognac [?] relax dude Know I'm with these cracks dude [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, 1-2, Dirt McGirt Solid tone smith with 6th shots, lick shots Leave your head like a Shaolin monk with 6 dots Brooklyn Zoo, Zoo Brooklyn Zoo [Verse 4: Cappadonna] It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor Smash pretty boy niggas, crush their karma Eat bones with alligators, roll deep with my entourage My whole crew's fresh out the bars Diggler AKA the Cab Driver Drop him off in the middle of fire Dirty Island, drag bodies to the Murderland Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand [Verse 5: Method Man] I remember in the elevator we was playin' corners Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us Staten's where the war is Where the court system's running out of warrants Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus For real I can't call it You see I love Lucy cause she Lawless Exactly like that 1-0-3-0-4 is Snitch niggas swallow your tongue Already know the island I'm from And y'all don't want no problems with them [Verse 6: GZA] We got a history full of lightning victories Conceptual breakthrough, it ain't no mystery Long vision from giants in every way Rap czars, magnificent flows for every day From the East to the 'ville, from the West to the hills Incredible rhymes, encouraging skills From rat packs, the smallest crews were enormous We hit 'em fast with an effortless performance MCs start fleeing in flocks Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock [Verse 7: Inspectah Deck] We grindin' down to the bone, my name grounded in stone I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with chrome Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome Shining like a hundred thousand in stones Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero 1-6-zero my songs we throwin' elbows The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings Only dime dikes with minds right, we choose Queens [Verse 8: Masta Killa] Yeah, we wild like rockstars who smash guitars Yo, son, split his face with the toast, he ain't ghost It's no joke iron coat rifle with the stroke One toke brains float, shot to the throat Before the smoke hit, witness the killing, chilling crime scene Body on the block, eyes open from the shock Of being popped in the neck Yet he still held a lit cigarette between his fingers Danger when you step into the chamber with the Masta Disaster, gotta blast ya cause I have to [Verse 9: U-God] The rat pack is back from the island of Stat' Leave you cursed dust, cause you worship the Gat The first one to snap drunk off the Smirnoff Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss Handcuffed, to the turntables like Wizard Theodore See it's pure, let it rain pearly ounces Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers You don't want no drama, I'm flaming fast That nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash Back Like That (Remix)[Intro: Kanye West and Ghostface Killah] It's your boy Ne-Yo, we gonna do it like this The Roc is in the building, yeah It's the remix yo Kanye is in the building Yo, the monster don is in the building, we in here Kanye West is in the building Ghostface Your boy getting fat now I got the fat stomach and laid up, eating good now Other girl all stressed out, my girl got the fat ass Shorty mad, pulling her hair out [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no [Verse: Kanye West] I'm high powered, put Eva Mendes to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week But back to you, MAC gloss chick, you're way fit How you have everything in this world and waste it Prince told me it'll be okay, I'm so sick like Ne-Yo say I'm laid back, like neo-soul, I holla back at this Creole ho She from the N.O., but she never told me "N-O" so We at the spot to chill, where the food get grilled She ordered the Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neal Second I walked in, the whole room got still I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal And she conceited, she got a reason She got her hair did, she got her weave in And I'mma sweat that out by the evening You, I don't sweat that now, I got a new [Chorus] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no [Verse: Ghostface Killah] Oh girl, I can't believe you zoned out Played me for this dude, nice shoes and a bottle of coast out Mont' I'm that Don Wilson First one to put you up six suites in that Resident Hilton Mink coach, colorful stones and big stacks Yeah, I was fucking, but you don't get me back like that Causing me grief, you know me and homey had beef Now you got me losing my mind, out up in these streets You flamingo, showing your true colors Heard ya'll was ducking down low when you see my brothers But it's all good, I move from ex to next Got the baddest little chick to sign off of them checks Fat bubble, her body's like one of the best But I don't need to say nothing, ask Kanye West She eye candy, smoother than Godiva chocolate And you mad cause you played yourself, it's your fault, trick [Chorus] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no [Verse: Ne-Yo] Shot through the heart, the girl caught me Shot through the block, with him shot gun He lucky, I ain't stop, copped the shotgun Killah type cat, you better be glad, I'm not one Had a couple stars up in my sky She was my moon and my sunshine Dude ain't even fly, he just some guy You blamed yourself, I'm done, peace, one [Chorus] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no Motherless Child[Intro] Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Yo, yo, guzzlin' forties (Let's get it on, fella), no doubt The Wallabee champ comes back Iron Man strikes back (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire, no doubt [Verse 1: Raekwon the Chef] Rich man, poor man, read the headlines Niggas gettin' murdered for spots and bigger dimes Droughts and drug wars, living by gun law Jail cats come home and want to take yours As a young one, growin' up broke, me and my peoples Had to sell coke, I guess we all in the same boat Thinkin', plus drinkin' that ninety-proof Layin' on the roof sayin', "We need a next man to shoot" [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Sometimes I feel like a motherless child (Yo) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] I know a rich kid who got hit for three bricks Showin' off his 850 plush, what a nice whip Young blood guzzlin' forties, hustled in the rain Old Earth, shootin' dope in her veins He never had it all, the kid loved basketball Had a favorite song, "I Miss You", written by Aaron Hall Now back to the original neighborhood criminals Clockin' dollars by the hour like his digital Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the Wildin'-est niggas peelin' caps, known as the Islanders From Staten, where crazy clips be clappin' Slept in expensive gold spreads, threads made of satin Labeled as the cow, he had crazy beef Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill 'Cause if he don't, these niggas with black barrels will But shit never calmed down, one day downtown He dropped an ounce off, money had slept like a nightgown He rolled up in the Albee Square, relaxed like he lived in there Two kids was beamin' him, them niggas from the movie theatre One had all Guess on, lookin' like he had a vest on The other Pelle Pelle tucked with a firearm Movin' slow, baseball hats crazy down low Word life, God, this bookhead nigga gotta go Oh, shit, bookhead just bought a five G head A King Tut piece, about the size of Little Maurice We got to get him baby, yo, cousin, count to ten I'm runnin' in, my first instincts is they're returnin' The time is now, walked in and pulled out Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out? Don't move, don't even flinch, fix 'em up Drop the head, don't want to get blood on the Tut He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out, I'm robbin' him Had to hit him ten more times, make sure I got him Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy Granny came out blacked down with a half a shotty I laughed, grab the King Tut head and the cash Granny shot my man in his ass and broke mega glass Damn, had to go out with a blast I shot my way up out of the Albee, fast [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Sometimes I feel like a motherless child (Oh shit, what the fuck? Shit was horrible) Sometimes I feel like a motherless child [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Word up, you know how we do Know what I'm sayin'? No doubt, check it out, y'all 'Nuff respect to my peoples Bobby Steels on the tracks Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? On and on like that, y'all Mickie Mirrors, understand the born, Reddy Red Big Von, yeah, no doubt, now Von, yeah Niggas know the half y'all Veriano, niggas know Killer Cage, y'all, word up, you know the half Niggas on the Island, Rikers Island Word up, one love niggas upstate Yeah, check it out, y'all Niggas know Lex Diamonds my right hand man, yo Check it out Faster Blade[Intro: Raekwon] You know what I'm sayin'? You on the corners and shit, ya know? Just gotta be on some, hands-down shit, you know what I mean? Just keepin' ya eyes and ears open at all times While we rhyme and shine For my dedicated niggas who love this shit, we doin' it like this Word up, what's the phenomenon? Carry on, Don, tranquilizin' [Verse: Raekwon] Aiyo, movin' on these niggas like they owe, so bro You know how we go, we go, shift 'em out like perico Fine, protégés off top connectin' like a buildin' Four dollar whylin' niggas buildin', savin' the children Come on now, check out the view like a oceanfront Slow-motion in cunt, takin' what we want You know a kid Asiatic, holdin' power like a Craftmatic You like your fish fried or battered? That day, he ratted Check out the rubies from Diana, jet-skiin' in Atlanta Makin' some power moves out of Savannah Yeah, rock them niggas like jewelry Arabics movin' blow like aerobics That's when his nose itch, yeah That means it's all in effect I'm hittin' you, I'm hittin' Buddha Out in Bermuda, send that twenty-shot Ruger Continue to slam and mend you like a venue Get all up in you, oh yeah, your friend too, respect Wu Yeah, keep them faggot niggas watery Rhyme for rich niggas who supported me Shorty pussy extorted me So it's a science now, RZA, cuttin' they pockets like scissors Cindafella found him a Wally slipper Splashin' ends in the glass Benz in Nevada Flashin' gems, eight-and-a-half Timb state robber All my life been on some foul shit besides kidnap a child shit Get on some foul and proud shit Cheatin' many Koreans, bein' all that I can be an' Put down on thirty keys an' get to fleein' Light up a tree an' Don't be breezin' like a blow dryer Yo, you's a liar like Jeremiah gamin' on the flyer Yo, Barbarian niggas is carryin' Thug drug marryin', hittin' Marion off at the Clarion All my Spanish niggas love us We movin' like Russia, bone crusher At the flick, stick the usher Broke niggas, spot 'em like Cascade in the street masquerade Faster Blade Child’s Play[Verse 1] Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk White miniskirt with a Betty Boop bum She had an ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn Waist like a Coke bottles scoring Pretty young thing loved the swings At times she got my ding-a-ling hard When she said push hard, she kept Vaseline Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blew back Now held accountable right for my actions Right before the Wallabee Champ was rocking Wallows Drawing cards, sent her rap message through a bottle Lines from Dolemite, few tips from Goines Birthday, gave her two fifty cent coins Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss Cherry scent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth Wherever God go will be Mrs. Cole Girl's so pretty, kids with little biddies hope the years go slow, slow Surrounded by intelligence, life through education healthy minds will grow, grow Catch me on a bus-stop, dusted, cursin out the cops But still come and vibe with me Everybody's talking about Wu-Tang fronting But you still telling lies to me Beautiful in lightshows, having no intentions on love But having strung I suppose, here we go It's not the way she bubbed the gum Shooked her ass, I'm not the one Double dutch, waiting for the bus with faggot Laurie son Now 'N Later lady 7th floor, building 7-80 Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn I really liked the girl, had dreams about her Thinking to myself some nights she got ("louder") But hating, was Sheneneh and Grace and Keylolo Trick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years ago Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit, so I jumped in Those were the days, made faces in school plays Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller Stapleton bum nigga, I'll pop her cherry for her Fresh Air Fund, nail’s done, alphabets berets Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cum Then engage him with them candy rings a-yo, I hit that shit Got jealous when she kissed Rob I broke her Chick-O-Sticks [Outro] Guys and girls Y'all remember those days and shit Girls walk around in school One ponytail with the beret Neck's looking like baby powder, youknowhatImean Those were the days right there Boston Baked Beans, girls come to school with mad candy YouknowhatImean You'd just come in school for half days, and all that Just to see that little girl right there, no mind to this Go home and think about it, youknowhatImean May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatImean Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, youknowhatImean Might get a little, go to the G.O. Store or something, youknowhatImean Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something, youknowhatImean A little buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatImean That's that real shit, G I miss those shits, man I wanna go back to school, man That's my word, man For real y'all, those were, those were the Goddamn y'all, you remember You Know I’m No Good[Verse 1: Amy Winehouse] Meet you downstairs, in the bar and heard Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt You say, why did you do it with him today? And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray [Ghostface Killah] Why you acting like you more trouble than Tony Starks, 'n' You need to just 'walk away' like Kelly Clarkson I know, we was free to sleep around town But I figured you said that cause how I get down Not cause you was out there, messing around I would of told you, once you go Ghost, you never go back Try g'ing me, like I don't know how to mack I'm a don - top of the line, I stay flying Stop trying, to keep covering the lies and Using my credit cards to buy diamonds We need to straighten this out, get to the bottom of it all Let's go, before we start the war Begin with two reasons why we need to talk And stop popping up in my cribs all over New York And, that's stalking, you such trouble and no good Them fighting words in my block, when we in the hood [Chorus: Amy Winehouse] I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you, I was trouble You know that I'm no good [Break 1: Ghostface Killah] [Scratches] You had to be a nasty girl and try to play me Nasty girl, nasty girl, try to play me [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, I knew you was trouble when I first laid eyes on you Temperature's so hot, the heat just rise with you Let me ride with you, talk about your mistakes You cheated yourself but these are the breaks And it never be the same again, cause of old boy But oh boy, together we make so much joy In the sands and oh, what a web we weave But you played me, so I had to roll up my sleeves and Hunt you down, holding the next man's stacks Now you sorry, tryin' bring that old thing back and Act like we can rekindle that flame It's a shame, how you can't get me off the brain Hear that lame? You love how I bring the pain? Got the rug burns stinging and you saying my name Say my name, that's right, I'm high post Get the champagne, love, word up, we gon' toast [Chorus: Amy Winehouse] I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you, I was trouble You know that I'm no good [Break 2: Ghostface Killah] [Scratches] You had to be nasty girl and try to play me Nasty girl, girl You can't leave the kid... can't leave the kid Don't worry, I'mma be around forever, nasty girl Don't forget, I'mma be around forever, nasty [Verse 3: Amy Winehouse] Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain We're like how we were again I'm in the tub, you're on the seat Lick your lips, as I soak my feet [Ghostface Killah] Yo, get the bath and body works, pumkin and spice creams Together like Cheech and Chong, we make nice dreams Fight scenes, I take the good with the bad Cause you give the best brains that I ever had and Anything worth having is hard to keep I love you like my coffee so hot and so sweet So let's, stick it out, so we never regret it I could forgive the past, but I never forget it [Chorus: Amy Winehouse] I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you, I was trouble You know that I'm no good [Outro: Ghostface Killah] [Scratches] Got to forgive the past, but I never forget it Nasty girl... nasty girl... try to play me Nasty girl, you had to be a nasty and try to play me Nasty girl... try to play me, try to play me Nasty girl, got to forgive the past, but I never forget it Laced Cheeba"Your kung fu is good! “Your magic is good! That is why he waited, so all my power would dwindle My power has diminished Then he come to kill me! Yes, but… I know your kung fu is still very good If you practice again No-one could possibly be your match! Oh, the ancient weapon! [Verse 1 - Ghostface Killah] Fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers Fought shoguns and got fucked by geishas Still gracious, still able to spit out darts Just grew tougher skin for swimming With the sharks. Broken ankle Fucking with the wallabee clarks Got them bitches still screaming my name "Waddup Starks?" I'm a bone-crusher Ox'll split your face like a Dutch Master No more mixes - polar bears from Alaska With sharkskin Air Max's and igloos of ice Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice I'm nice, you the reason why the game went soft Bland niggas I come through and season your broth Like Mr. Dash, I blast, I'm a Menace like Dennis Young Ghost, in the bathroom a 6-month sentence Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flying heads With barbed wires, stay tying niggas to beds [Verse 2 - Sean Price] Everybody get paid, everybody get laid All these bitches dirty, everybody got AIDS Everybody get played, everybody get sprayed Everybody do what I say, everybody my maid P: crack-selling black felon That clap "rat tat tat tat tat" melons Some thugs: one gun, one slug Shot-caller, like "yo let me speak to young Mugs" Listen, it's Mandela, pa I grab wack emcees, I smack em hella-hard I kill niggas with the birdy blick banger My Wu-Tang niggas call me the 36th Chamber "Lyrical miracle spiritual" rap dudes Get smacked off their skateboard for not paying rap dues P: call me the gatekeeper Break heaters on your face, smoking laced cheeba [Verse 3 - Trife Diesel] She want a thug, not the lawyer-type A golden boy employed to promote and write Sort of like an ill De La Hoya fight I'm eating good, enjoying life Flawless ice, with the bag of flawless white With no strings attached, pull this might Toy with my S550 with the raw pipe Peeling off like snakeskin Watch the cobra bite, overnight success story Going jet for me, you rep Wally That's why your cassette's corny Your money too short for long convo You in the game hurting, tryna play Rajon Rondo. Millionaire swag Peep your boys ensemble Jewels heavy, Prince Akeem, coming to America, et cetera Whoever said the kite is a messenger Cause I think like the man behind a register Quick to pull the toaster out Stomp, choke em out. We over here Counting Bread, what you loaf about? Stroke of Death[Verse 1: Solomon Child] Yeah, Solomon marked for life, a million to life Thug for life, forever eyein' the kid '89 stick-up kid, King of New York Regulation party, daddy hard-body Rowdy Brighton God-body Smooth like a leather bop, '83 hip-hop Top of the world, get it rizzight Dick to your wizzife, murder cats for the right prizzice Four-hundred and fifty-six on the dizzice This is real lizzife, ain't nothin sweet, God Sit down and think it through, God, God 'Cause coming all outta ya face'll get ya clap, God [Interlude] You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Step in to the party, it's me God Almighty, Ghost still holdin' that shotty Dust and Alizé, three-quarter Timbs Terry-cloth robes, crisp hundreds in the envelope Dookied on the globe Thank God for my Wallabee shoe, it done saved me Up three-nothing and Salt Lake City Burgundy minks, whips with sinks in 'em Broccoli blown, illa disease breathe, elephant skin Meet the black Boy George, dusted on my honeymoon Bitch like my wife, she popped my Ghostface balloon Bitches think that I'm Dominican, slaf-hash Indian Milk on my mustache, drop to my chinny-chin Dive into dangerous parts, buildin' with thirsty mammals White man scream, "Swim, Starks' sharks" [Verse 3: RZA] Smack the jail bail bondsman, strength of eighteen Bronzemen Tall like Karl Malone "Mailman," frame of Larry Johnson Tony Montana blow, creamy white Havana Joe's Old Suzanna ho, pussy sweet, banana flow David Banner, gamma ray shots, beast will marinate Bones splittin' fatal Wu sword style, amputate Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the glass, ice rocks Our cash high price stock, our logo's on your rice box Plus your dice box on the side upon your white socks Bobby got the mic cocked, buck-buck, nice shot In tha Park[Produced by Frank Dukes] [Intro: Ghostface Killah] One, two Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback With the different color records they had back in the days You know what I mean? The belt-driven turntables, the Technic joints (With the slipmats) Put nickels on the needles so the motherfuckin' record won't jump The needle won't skip and shit Gettin' juice from the fuckin' light poles Shout out to the Bronx, nigga! [Verse 1: Ghostface] Aye, yo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker, kid Bombing the D train and hit the Bronx up Krylon bandits attack, Planet Rock, Bambaataa Peace to Pelan discovering rap And the DJ that made the first scratch Paved the way for Flex, Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats See, this rap shit came at a time that was accurate Twenty-something years later, I mastered it Seen light poles get used for power I was a little nigga Couldn't stay out late, I was sour So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut "Impeach the Pres", "Apache", and "Just Begun" Otis Redding, "Tramp" The music stopped, guess the system blew out one of his amps It'd take a little while, then it come back on Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, that's all Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber "Check one two, one two", that's my favorite Strobe lights is live, Pink Champale Little pink joints being lit up on the side Couple niggas had two fives Other than that, cleared a circle in the park and shoot five Girls wore they Lees and jellies Jordache and Lees, Tale Lords fit the fellys Samster Barons and Kangol buckets, BVD's Go with the Sergio's like, fuck it Seen the stamp on that Crazy Eddie Niggas coming back from the Funhouse dusted Throwing bubbles on the wall [Hook: Ghostface] We must remind you Where this rap come from Yes my brother, my sister It's our duty, we must remind you Hip hop was set out in the park We used to do it out in the dark [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yo, it all started at the After Midnight, Philly, but walk with me Mad niggas coming down from New York City Prolly hit the skating rink USA Banging Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie" and "PSK" I remember shells, Gazelles, top tens, and lottos Mega design, reefer smoke, Coqui nine bottles [Entire wore velours, call the boys with the Lucci wore?] 84's from Atlantic City Gucci store Linoleum break dancing, Rust-Oleum cans I put the writing on the wall signed, "Truly yours" Philly smashed '87 Music Seminar Out on the battlefield like Pat Benatar Kick the ball with Krown Rulers out of Camden People Patty Duke-ing in the party, all cramped in Around the time Flav started cold lamping "Rebel Without a Pause" was the street anthem Old Memorex cassette, tape collections Bright spotlights on all the fights at the Spectrum When the Fresh Fest come, leather bombers and sheepskins Brothers would bust they guns to get one MC Breeze, Disco C, Jazzy Jeff Cash Money and Miz and Lady B Everybody banging "Sucker MC's" in '83 I was South Philly like St. Charles and Crazy D Them wild North Side Puerto Ricans would snuff you Twenty deep in a Ford Escort, pumping the Tuff Crew I used to follow my cousin, he was a buck too "Y'all don't like how I'm living, well, fuck you!" I been a G since a little kid Sticking my head up into somebody's dollar party, getting into shit And late nights, shoulda been in bed Instead, I was running round with them downtown lemonheads A little man, hanging where them grown women is Under thirteen, seeing real strong images And that's the reason for my real rap penmanship That's where I started it, and that's where I'mma finish it [Hook] Three Bricks[27 seconds of street noise to open the song then dialogue] We run the city [Notorious B.I.G.] Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges I got these kids in Ranges, to leave them niggas brainless All they tote is stainless, you just remain as Calm as possible, make the deal go through If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make yo' killings clean, slugs up in between They eyes, like "True Lies," kill 'em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your mom's gas tank Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch, I bet they pussy The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach (uh-huh) Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech Think about it now that's damn near one-point-five I kill 'em all I'll be set for life Frank pay attention These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades If you die they still get paid, extra probably Fuck a robbery, I'm the boss Promise you won't rob 'em I promise But of course you know I had my fingers crossed [Hook: Raekwon] Niggas got to die, if I go they got to go Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float Niggas got to die, cause it's all up in the scrolls Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid ... if I go they got to go Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float Niggas got to die, cause it's all up in the scrolls Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid [Raekwon] We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady Layin on the bed, lookin like a drag Had the pillow cuffed, lookin at me and Frank, her grill was rough Who woulda ever think she'd rather do us up But that's the business, back to the sitch On these Puerto Rican kids with pistols Doin sign language is twitchin noses Ask 'em where the money at, yo where the coke at papi? We can do this all day, yo y'all both whack They pulled out, one of my dunn soldiers was wombed out They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his mouth Walked them up in crib, big move, but they grabbed the kid Had the shotty on my beehive, my wig And yo they took me to the bathroom, started up the chainsaw yo You gon' talk or see your brains on the floor That's when 6 to 7 masked men, came in blastin yo All I heard was Frank, "Lexi get the raw!" [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] Bleed just like us, believe my pipe bust If he holdin the right amount of cheese I might rush the spot Up early in the mornin, kick the door in, wave the 4 an' (fuck) the brawlin, cause Tony for the stallin And all I see is dollar signs, here's the bottom line either Give up the product or get shot up with a brolic 9 Invest figures to address (niggas) Workin out, all I curl is my index finger Got a safe that hold more notes than Cortex singers My work is move trays, serve 'em up like gourmet dinners When it comes to cuttin that (coke), who got the best trimmers Edward Scissorhands them grams, (niggas) respect winners I got them big spenders comin through, hourly Competition, we knock 'em out the box, powerfully Still drop a ill verse, on the D.I., me You might be gone, but the legacy is B.I.G., nigga Uh-huh [Raekwon] Yo I think they tryin to do somethin man I don't know what it is but we gon' go in there handle this business man Straight up, y'knahmean? It's goin down... Let's go handle this man... Wu Will Survive[Intro 1: Antoine Lundy and Streetlife] Wu-Tang will survive, no no you know now The Wu-Tang will survive 'Cause every time they flip a party You know the party screams and shouts 'Cause you... DAMN! Aw, TC that was the bomb... [Intro 2: Raekwon] Get all my peoples, get all my peoples headphones All of 'em, lay 'em a death warrant Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show 'em. What? What? Let 'em have it, bust it, aiyo, aiyo [Verse 1: Raekwon] Blend wine, who wanna win mine? Shorty get a ten-round for floatin' with the richest, huh Flexed out, Flintstones style Your criminal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the Mozayan posin' for them niggas up in Poland Rollin' waxed out museum, G 'em Them richest niggas bless this like Russian cut VVS's Slide the hatchback, black, word, finessin' this Them niggas over there know, Gazelle goggles and them Lottos '88 style throwin' bottles (Bottles) Scenario rap, imperial material (Uh, yo, yo, yo, yo) Yo, dunn, dunn, murderin' cats is like that real [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, come do me something, word to Michelob, peep the Land Rov' Sleeper hold club faggots, lay your dome on a stove It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap Dough got smaller, famous team walked up in Fotomat Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown Getaway driver–this white bitch from out of town We love horse races, shakin' Jakes and high-speed chasin' Porno stations, drinking violations, Godly nations 90 minute Maxwell tapes, instrumental breaks Bangin' earaches, lay my verse down in two takes The speaker pop, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen Murder the DJs, eyes twitchin', woofer hissin' [Chorus: Raekwon] Yo, he's strong-armin', manipulatin' niggas, scrapin' niggas Takin' play from niggas, hate fakin' niggas Yo, you hear me? The whole shit's like wrestlin' What, you dare me? Back the fuck up, kid, we flexin' [Verse 3: Method Man] This rap shit bust your gums and leave you stunned Pull your plug, now you can't function There's no total or sum to this equation, you frozen Many may come but few are chosen Pretty niggas want to play the war posin' When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen Do or die, it be I, Metaphysical Man Holding court from my Wu indivisible Clan I see your thoughts and your hand reachin' It's getting deep in this mud Cats heat-seekin' for one blood Nameless thugs with aimless slugs shootin' at these stank bitches That’s either brainless or bugged, I make switches From the lamp, I grant three wishes Johnny be parlayin', I Blaze britches, then I roll 100% mind, 100% body, 100% soul, individual Assholes tend to run from this PLO extortion to the one The next chamber, you fuckin' with the star spangler To the dawn's early light with this head-banger Boogie, represent this shit fully Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully Who want that pressure? About to get smacked silly Like a fat bitch in Spandex, Free Willy! We on some milli, check the joint, Engine Engine Number Nine Niggas wastin' time worryin' about me and mine Get your own shit The Battlefield[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, I’m back after nine years, that’s 36 seasons Shit is changed up for all types of reasons Staten Island ain’t the same, shit is lame No familiar faces son, I’m dodging the game I want a clean slate, but these cops stay screwin’ Snatching me up off the block, what am I doin’? Oh, it’s officer Dingle and his sidekick Berry Driving me around the hood so I could worry See how fucked up it is there’s crackheads on every corner Kids in the schoolyard smoking marijuana I ain’t feeling it, this ain’t the way I left these blocks And my name’s faded out like some old damn socks I want respect, these streets was my playground once I was the Mack across 110th on these stunts Not once would a nigga test me or gets zesty I would walk down the street and sneeze, they all blessed me [Hook: Tre Williams] Been on the battlefield for a long, long time I can see life closing in on this old body of mine [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] Yeah, homie, I’m the kingpin called Future Make a killin’ in these buildings in the millions, got ‘em feeling like Brewster Shit hot as Fallujah, kids grown now, they cock Rugers Welcome back to the sewers, where new whips maneuver No kids playing, no safe and sound havens There’s tre pound cases, on the playground pavement No more dudes with 22’s, in their sneaker soles Kids tote shit that leave your body, with a heap of holes I’m that neighborhood blizzard, flooding these streets with snow Heavy iron on the ready, my shit’ll crease your clothes Keep a flock of sweetest hoes, yeah, I sleeps with those Little slum young Keyshia Coles with cheaper clothes Undercovers all around the gutter, they creepin’ low I stays ahead, kid, I toss bread like pizza dough I keep the tef' around my torso with the piece below That bulldog short nose, G be at peace w,ith those, you know? [Hook] [Verse 3: AZ] Mama Bear was a church woman, pop’s skated off I was impaired, an introverted youngin’, a lot changed my course From nowhere to my first onion then them cops came across Flashed the badge, took my stash, told my little ass get lost Threw me off when my grind was prime time then You could step on and stretch mine’s to a nine times ten I was gone, remembering though that fine line’s thin So I studied that chessboard and we were all blind men Dealers ran the streets, but the D’s ran them I was a killer underneath, but needed expansion Something to constitute being high in a coupe The cries from my youth so I applied for the suit Salute to the enforcer, call me officer now Supporter of paraphernalia, I toss it around The link to the cartel, costs is down It’s that Denzel in training day shit, caution my grounds [Hook] After the Smoke is Clear[Hook: The Delphonics & Ghostface Killah] After the smoke is done (Yo yeah) Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one (Yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what) After the smoke is done (Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas) Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one (Word up, big dick, motherfucking house Whaddup, bench press these cats, yo) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down and dirty Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back, for 5 birdies Yo, they got a hit placed on my head, what should the god do? Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews? Never that, don't ever look at me out of sync The imperial, industrial king got weight Don't give a fuck, like the poor part we watch Hart To Hart They used to push me in shopping carts, now I'm writing darts Like Ebenezer, the porno teaser Saying words like sheeba, [?] rapper valet the visa My team got rides like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab Cameras in nine bedrooms, we own DATs Don't touch this crackling hot shit I snap ya shoulder blade in half, laugh and pop shit Reader's Digest passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard It got back that the World Government tried to dub it But devils love it, booby-trap raps cover the track like ADAT Sharper than cuts laced on Marley Scratched supreme clientele, my cartel Willie Stargel passed, this shit is piece, where's the Nobel? Oh well, signing off as usual The arsonist leaving niggas lost in the stairwell [Hook: The Delphonics & Ghostface Killah] Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one (Yeah, yo, yo) Represent my projects Stapleton After the smoke is done He represent that project Park Hill Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one You represent that project Murder West Brighton Now Born arm banging into that will, word up After the smoke is clear (Yeah, what, Stapleton) Delphonics and Wu-Tang still here (Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York) [Verse 2: Raekwon] The greatest story ever told by me, precisely Roman numeral IV plus three describe me My son move like the toad, get drunk, speak in codes Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold, got beef with the globe Met my comrade, go half on this lab down in Baghdad Flipping like a meth's tab, get money like an Arab The tight niggas snapped six legs on the crab Now hush, you wanna do what? My clique better bust [Verse 3: RZA] Underprivileged, grew up in Stapleton house village Where blood flood the water in streets like oil spillage (Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one) My front door was blowing, the debt man spotted 55 boa Niggas was still flowing, voice was echoing I rise high like an octave The proctor wouldn't gamble the sample, it shocked her My ninjas run round like Shaka Zulu Some play peace like Ganj the Guru Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Tutu Undisputed champion belt holders, shaped and mould us Soul controller of the lunar, solar or the polar I blow hash smoke through my nasal My brain with worth 30 billion Wu-Tang third battalion rush like Hannibal raiding Sicilians [Hook: The Delphonics] After the smoke is done Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one After the smoke is done Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one After the smoke is clear Delphonics and Wu-Tang still here After the smoke is done Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one [Outro: The Delphonics] Ahhhhh (Wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu) Meteor Hammer[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] I don't touch that swine, I want that unnecessary beef You smoke garbage buds, we smoke tons of keef Fishing, looking for that big-mouth bass And flashing, jack your whole stash In fashion, keep my goons lined In an orderly fashion It's glossy with 500 horsies in the Benz Tinted out to spend the night You ain't got angel funds is low, stack Your bitch been a ho, jack Still scoop her up, bring her home And blow that, cause Ghost be mostly Looking pretty toasty Front row at Mayweather vs. Mosley With the Bin Laden bottle A Brazilian model Got the paparazzi jumping Like I hit the Lotto Party hard, like I'm fresh Out of the cages Outrageous like Charlie Sheen out in Vegas [Verse 2: Action Bronson] You drop your pants to your ankles At the urinal at the ballgame I'm on the stool getting brain From a tall dame, cause I'm 5'8'' Shorty like 6'2'' Feed her coke, locked jaw Like a pitbull. I was born to rep You fucking with a hornet's nest Old shooters in the corner like Hornacek Young boys that be handling the rock Chris Paul dish off, hammer in the sock Gold flakes in the Gold Schlager The ammo green XJ12, you know the old Jaguar I got the birchwood lacing the interior Poppy bagels getting flavored out in Syria Only the Fonz, best laced plates That reach maturity, dick sucked by Shannon Doherty Take your temperature anally and orally Make a batch of hummus drizzle royally with oil, B [Verse 3: Termanology] Hopping out the Rolly Royce Rolls Gold Nuvo Diamond-studded shoe soles Flyest nigga you know Puerto Rican version of Scarface Fuck with the god's say Disrespect, piss in your broad's face Chains stay chunky like Oprah's belly Got the purple and the brown: Peanut butter and jelly When I step up in the spot with the rock, you see the Popular pop rappers go into their pocket and pull out their wallet When I click-clack, now get up on the ground Cause I Onyx, Pete Rock, Chuck D shut em down You know Term, I'm the kid with the 'preme beats Butter Pecan J Lo, chick with the mean cheeks Rubies on my gold fronts, iced out notebook Making volcanos in the kitchen when the coke cook I rode around with all kinds of thugs High on drugs, pissing out tiger blood Saturday Nite[Verse] Saturday night, Uptown Riding past Kansas Fried Chicken What's popping kid, we in the mix It's chilly 40 below Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's Blow on my hand, rub on my nose Tap the glass, stop fronting Duke, fresh pair of jeans Look I got loot, eleven in the beige boots Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me five pictures One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs You asked the wrong guy son I'm from Atlanta, yeah we know Mr. Coles Flew in two days ago to see his fam' But we been watching you, crazily The whole Staten Island shitting on you Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisley Holding snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up Not truck today, still looking fly, still slammed up hung You mind popping your trunk, slow your pace Starks fixed your face, copped out the six, five years probash' You dealing with a lot of science, motherfucker we're watching you Make me wanna lick shots at you You disgust me, screwing me down, grab my gun Go head bust me Heard you hate Jake that's what it must be Hands behind your back, spread your legs Just found a roach in your tray It's not mine fucker, what I said You make the 13th nigga A multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yo Where the hell's the RZA He's selling mics, wireless joints Special made to go off in your hand and which went out on point Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib bugging out On how po' live, hating plus harassing the kid Park the truck in the double face garage Dial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the God shit's mega real Flashing me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City News NAACP committees {​​​*abruptly ends*}​​​ The Grain[Intro: Rufus Thomas Sample] Do you wanna see it? Do you wanna see it? I'm gonna do it for ya I'm gonna do it for ya I'm gonna do it for ya I'm gonna do it for ya New Ghostface! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo deep in the trenches Wig, young black green beret Chrome laser guns blazing at spades Wallabies, cherry noose, kool-aid 10 niggas call it Tai-Chi Black blades, one hundred dollar seats Hold up, we at the opera, Queen Elizabeth rub on my leg Had ketchup on her dress from a whopper Chunky ass necklace, must be her birthstone John Paul cop the biggest stones outta Rome So Charles, eyes up on her prince, fucking with Diana Two rows across, Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna White Fingering Pamela Lee, we on the balcony Dare one of y'all to Malcolm X me Somebody might catch a Kennedy Yo let me adjust my lens through these binoculars I paid 5 g's sliding off like Kid Vitamin Viking, patriot of Broad Street Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen [Verse 2: RZA] Tony Starks make the narc's dogs bark With the Benz parked, up against the boulevard Starks had the bone sparked One cop tapped the window glass like a cymbal crash "What the fuck son! You trying to break glass?" He flashed his badge; "License and registrations" At that moment, his fat partner started chasin' Chicken heads they was racing wit' they hearts pacin' For snatching gold, trying' to dip into the god's basement Our location, lead steel shed spread Cracked shorty head, left sweetie there for dead Ghetto poodles, fingers sticky from cheese doodles Starving' for a 50 cent bag of Oodles and Noodles Neighborhood sick wit' it, Clinton 'bout to cut WIC Maybe one ya'll rich rap niggas need to politick Reach for the sky, they throw bleach in your eye Don't teach you why, you be keeping 'em high Dipped like an Oreo cookie in cold milk, bold silk Gold-filled cap, Wu wear hat, low tilt True Islamic, we speak verbal rhyme phonics Why ya'll trying to change this hip hop to technotronics? [Chorus: RZA] Don't go against the grain (the grain) Don't go against the grain (the grain) Don't go against the grain (the grain) [Bridge: Ghostface Killah & RZA] Girl, because of you I'm hurting Within my, within my heart I know it's not right to be flirting But a relationship has to start You're the one that I'm clocking It's time for you to start jocking Don't want you to see me cry This is why this is why this is why [Coda: RZA & Ghostface Killah] I met this girl named Rhonda from way down yonder Hey yo god don't fuck with her I met this girl named Liz she was all in the biz Hey yo lord don't fuck with her I rocked a ho named Tina from the heart of Medina Hey yo kid don't fuck with her Yea that girl Kit Kat, she got the good poody-cat Hey yo nigga you better fuck with her! Beware of the Stare[Intro] The slums of a big town as packed with drama and danger as the squalling street of some native quarter. In the heart of this melting pot of crime stands an oasis, where one man struggles against the forces that turned his loved one to lives of violence and shame [Hook] He spares no one He was forgotten, but he was someone So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah [Verse 1] Beware, son, I got the stare of Medusa With the rope tied around your neck, it won't get looser I might shoot ya, make your ass an example You can't fuck with Tone Starks, and not get trampled Get hunted like a rat in a field, I hate rats Hate fake ass niggas that love to set traps Murder the don, I'm back with a bird on my arm Back to pillage, I rock a live grenade as a charm I want bodies, DeLucas, spread into the waters I want mothers and sons, I wanna murder they daughters Revenge, all I see is blood in my eyes Like the rise of your worst nightmare come alive Ghostface Killah, let's see who's gonna survive [Hook] He spares no one He's not forgotten, cause he was someone [Verse 2] Yo, look away, don't stare into the eyes of a killer Metal lungies, junkies, nigga, I pack the nine millers and thrillers Bulletproof robes and wave caps Revenge mode, nigga, you know Ghost gon' stay strapped Hunt 'em down in alphabetical order Each person that crossed me, watch the man slaughter The butcher, the baker, the torturer, the taker I'mma send you right back to your maker A few extra holes, miss your soul sold to the devil It's the rebirth of slick brought back as a rebel I'm immortal, gonna kill generations of your fam You tried to loathe my legacy away, but I stand stronger GFK, the pain prolonger [Outro] He was a lonely man, they killed him Cause they didn't understand Though his spirit possesses a rhythm As the words on this record unleashes the Ghostface Killah We Made It[Sample] Tony Starks fights again for survival And by just a thin thread of electric current Wins another victory [Intro: Superb & (Ghostface Killah)] Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all (Bounce wit us) Hip-hop (What? Celebrities, what?) (Street corner) For all my niggas Crack spot niggas *Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"* Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches Yo, you know what y'all... [Verse 1: Superb] Make me wanna pop something, no champagne Two-five on me, weed and crack on me Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me Leave him there, never know, get him off me I remember days when we just fucked bitches Bought a lot of clothes and, played the ave Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash I ain't trying to waste my career on y'all Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out I remember on the Island, Cay tone out In the Mess Hall hall, about to zone out Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out [Verse 2: Chip Banks] See.. see.. see, see me I roll with Ghost and Cats that carry they toast make the post and Front page and, center-staging When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'bling, bling' Got big boy toys, push sixes Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those Jury stay froze, court cases get closed Niggas hate Nino 'cause how fast I rose up Like George Jefferson and 'em, stepping on 'em The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on him" And the vest, what y'all expect? He a vet Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' fail When we dealing with 'Supreme Clientele [Chorus: Superb] From Rikers Island to the Cayman Island We thugs like, life is the same challenge Do the knowledge, recognize your talent And if you live the streets, you better stay silent From Rikers Island to the Cayman Island We thugs like, life is the same challenge Do the knowledge, recognize your talent And if you live the streets, you better stay silent [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies Mingle among stars, I come in cat, invades Mars Highlight of the century, first bet placed upon entry Fainted when the book mentioned me Keep balling, new systems, high sciences Drop that, Ghost listening, track sizzling Angelica, Judy Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century Best sellers for niggas, stay together Posted up trucks, leaning on the Benz cinemax smile Shot in thirty-five lens you program Broke bottles of Dom, seven inch bangles, back breakers I'm a dope fiend, look at my arm, Popeye strength Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes Dennis Coles in the latest fashions blow backs in Flip raps like forty-eight bundles Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Bryant Gumbel [Verse 4: Hell Razah] Analyze This shit like De Niro Words in your center ear hole Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero Shatter your soul like glass windows Turn virgins to nymphos, pop these hollows At fake cats in a Tahoe Wild out, throw your liquor bottles At hood rats to the richest models We conversate like Christ and the Twelve Apostles And life without you, held counsel with great men To murderers in the state pen Being caged in the wages of sin Before they read up they pop our tape in You ain't gotta tuck you chain in 'Cause here we want the head of Satan Doo-rags and our pants hanging *Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again* [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Uh-huh, uh-huh that's right y'all Street corners, jail niggas Riker's Island, Ge-Grey Haven Big Un, that's right y'all Word up, all y'all, all y'all crumbs We made it, nigga step the fuck off True indeed, true indeed Yeah, Ready Red, that's right, my nigga Born That's right yo, Lil' Free in the feds That's right, you'll be home nigga Yeah, we made it Yeah, C Allah, word up That's fam Yeah, check it out, Staten Island True indeed, Five boroughs Check it, uh-huh Stay True[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Oh, yeah, motherfucker It's real Y'all niggas hold your guns Throw your guns down, put 'em down [Verse: Ghostface Killah] Yo, we in the fields with heat You fake niggas eat kid meals to me We street referees, we rock Jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks Certified doctors in hoods that still oil techs But wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowin like Beech Nut Call off the mutts, it's me again Ghost, your host this evenin (Ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin out tonight) Tux tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingle Fetch me a Remy Martin on Diamonds Flare-leg Gucci joints, I never wore I might give 'em to my brother-in-law Fitzpatrick, rich bastard, worth more than Egyptian marrows Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles That's how the God do, Motown twenty-five My orals like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice We guzzle Dom's, smoke with scratchy throats Live on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coats Jumbo in the club, we play Columbo Frosty the Snowman, frozen as the milky way Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the sleeve In the seam of his mink, he said he don't drink Think before he talked, he walked like he ordered Champ room down in Vegas Vendin machines that shoot Alize', compliments of E&J [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin & (Ghostface)] The streets is rough out here Crack game came and had us years What is a man to do? (Brother) (Stay true, stay true) The streets is rough out here Crack game came and had its years What is a man to do? (Brother) (Stay true, stay true) Marvel[Ghf] Yeah [RZA] Word... these Wiz's be buggin God Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin [Ghf] Yeah, check it out y'all one two We back up in this joint! What? Check the fly shit... yeah Don't black out on me [Verse One: Ghostface] Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout Heard the pussy was good, big niggas fell victim Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing With a ponytail kept a jar of Vaseline She's a big girl now, with a body that growl Like Wiz murder trial, smile attract crowds Most niggas, would light the lord over this broad Big niggas in they drawers pose one knee on the floor Little kids daydream of humping wildflower Hanna Barbera fame Geraldo Rivera [Verse Two: RZA] Fat ass, whips, big asses, colorful lips Wide hips, spoiler kits, chrome dipped Wearing loot kicks Plus G's boomin' beats Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, confusion yo The heat is on, yo it's too black it's too strong In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades Your arena now present, the event of the decade Long braids and fades, bald heads, finger waves Extensions, nails Friday just got great Headlining your marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family And shines Godly light upon this hip-hop art form Yo Dunn, we can't be measured by no chart, the God born Never bust premature for sure You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch Deep inside your core The explosion stops your menstruation Cause your stomach inflation Patiently wait nine months for deportation Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune Yo Gods, let me born y'all the science about the womb It's a black hole for those who lose control Fertile soil for royal and wise And spoiled many men and took many lives Loyal brothers changed sides Only birthed a decimal compared to those who died inside Strawberry[Sample] "I want you, you've got to, stop your storm babe" (x4) [Verse 1: Killa Sin] The fuck? Yo, somebody sent their wolf pack in their clappin' rounds Actin' like, what a way to play these clowns Some shady town guerrillas tryin' to lay me down Yo maybe Brown, done set it up, who give a fuck? We vested up, from head to gut, them niggas won't get the best of us They talk to me, silently they stalk with me Awkwardly, till they seen my two ninas Fiendin' let us out of these jeans, would lean'em , leave 'em Coughin' and bleedin' even, barfin' and wheezin' Son they- called for it, we at odds, and we gon' make it even Burning Season long 4 keep pourin' on the heat Lord The more beef they bring Killa, the more steak to feast off One shot nearly took a cheek off, should've seen him leapin' Dancin' like Ed Norton catchin' a smack from Jackie Gleason Bloody Mooners episode 1 where weapons get spun And those who gamble with them hammers'll surely death will become "Get over here woman!" [Interlude: RZA & (GZA)] Yo, nigga, pass the mothafuckin' Belvedere, nigga (Ain't no fuckin' Belvedere) What the fuck is that? Grey Goose, nigga? (It's water, man, water) Yo, where the fuck is Tony at, man? He in the room right here? (Chill son, chill son, chill son He gettin' his dick sucked A bitch suckin' his dick) Not again, B (Damn, nigga) Yo, Tony! (Yo baby, chill, chill) Yo, hold up (A bitch suckin' his dick) Oh shit, son, she slurpin' and burpin' (Fuck that) Listen, listen, listen, listen (Oh shit he gettin' his dick sucked) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Five and a half in boys (Uh-huh), ass is off the hook (word) High school pussy, heard you got the best nookie Sugar walls, rocks o' love, slide right on my dick I'm palmin' ya ass like this while you ridin' it I'm about to cum boo-boo, chill for a sec I Feel it at the tip, ma' (gushing sound), ya pussy's too wet One false move and I'mma blast like the very first time Burnt you with candle wax fast while you was slobbin' mine Dick is sensitive, you moved, baby here it is Oh Lord, I told you not to move, you dumb broad Cumin' for days, wettin' ya cage My dick is like the sprinklers and maybe a douche, I'm here to save the day Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggas Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggas Whip You With a Strap[Hook: Sample] "Take me across her lap She used to whip me with a strap When I was bad" "—bad" "Take me across her lap She used to whip me with a strap When I was bad" "—bad" [Verse 1] Picture me snotty nose sittin on my aunt's lap The kid like 5 or 6 shit I will curse back I got it from the older folks sittin in the living room Everybody had cups stylistic song boom But then came Darryl Mack lightin' all the reefer up Baby caught a contact I'm trying to tie my sneaker up I'm missing all the loops strings going in the wrong holes It feels like I'm wobbling, look at all these afros Soon as I thought I was good the joke's on me I heard a voice "get in the room," I get angry Stomp my feet, catch a tantrum Spit, scream, fuck that Momma shake me real hard, then get the big gat That's called the belt help me as I yelled I'm in the room like (panting)"huh, huh, huh" with mad welps Ragged out, bad belt yes her presence was felt Then get my black ass in the bed it's time crash out (crash out) [Hook: Sample] "Take me across her lap She used to whip me with a strap When I was bad" "—bad" "Take me across her lap She used to whip me with a strap When I was bad" "—bad" [Verse 2] Despite the alcohol, I had a great old Mama She famous for her slaps and to this day she's honored But when I was a lil dude her son was a lil rude I picked the peas off my plate and pour juice in a nigga food Get beat, then I'd run and tell grandman "mama hit me for no reason" She whipped me hard when I finished eatin And felt that belt stingin after I wet that bed Hid my drawers and start cryin, when she felt that bed Caught another when I told her those the fake pro-keds In the corner weavin and screamin trying to block my head (ahHH!) Nowadays kids don't get beat, they get big treats Fresh pair of sneaks, punishments like have a seat Back then when friends and neighbors would bust that ass And bring you back to your momma she got the switch in the stash That's back to back beatings Only went outside for free lunch with welts on my legs still leakin yo [Hook: Sample] "Take me across her lap She used to whip me with a strap When I was bad" "—bad" "Take me across her lap She used to whip me with a strap When I was bad" "—bad" Underwater[Verse: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, I'm lost underwater I see a pink door with a crystal handle, so I keep swimming Amazed that I'm not drowning Butterflies took control when I arrived, I opened the door No I knocked first, I'm not on my turf I seen a ray of lights that resemble live fireworks Some mermaids with Halle Berry haircuts flashing They tail like follow me now, don't be afraid I'mma show you where all the djinns and spirits pray If you scared to face this life you shouldn't stay So I kept on swimming, grabbed on to her fin to help me out As we got close I seen the boat all shot up with his anchor out Then she asked me politely what I'm thinking about, I said nothing She said nothing leaves nothing If you feel me I bet this'll bring that out I seen rubies, diamonds, smothered under octopus Jellyfish sharks soar, aquaproof pocketbook Pearls on the mermaid girls Gucci belts that they rock for no reason from a different world Up ahead lies Noah's Ark, but that's waves away And way to the right, that's one of our bangin spas She quoted I took notice, Spongebob in the Bentley Coupe Bangin the Isleys, he slow backed up Then he passed me swoop, seen his chick eyein me hard He got vexed and smacked his boo Took off, continued my travels Seen a rock from the Titanic, looking fat and nah it wasn't damaged Then I seen somethin real big Sky blue and gold with whitewalls, behind a large city That was lost before Christ walked the walk Upon the waters that's so bright Everytime we got close the mermaid held on tight All I heard was "Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar" "Bismillah ar-Rahman, ar-Raheem, Allah screamed" That we heard from afar, everyone selat In the world's banginest mosque got crowded in With life that I can't explain They said sir yes I'm glad you came, greeted me with Qu'rans and Torahs Prayed after that we said amen Stapleton Sex[Intro: Girl] Mmm, oh, ugh, put it in Yeah [Hook: Ghostface Killah] You can put my, dick in your mouth and play with my nuts But before I bust, babe, I think I'll cum in your butt I got my, gun on the floor and I'm ready to fuck Like it's nothing, it's nothing [Ghostface Killah] Yo my, face is wet, got hair on my tongue Cuz I'mma greedy nigga, absorb pussy juice like a sponge Feel the pretty warm dick, rub it on your clit Oh, right before I bust, I spray it on your tits Switch you over, throw you to the side with one leg up See the head slide in your hole, he stay up Dick all shiny, helmet head bulging, smack it on your tooshie When I hear the (click click) it's wet and it's gooshy From behind, I'm a master mind, hundred fast ones And slow it up, because I know how to fuck Keep your pussy right there, don't move, ooh Holla at your boy, baby, do what it do I love fucking you, your pussy's the bomb (yeah) Think about fucking this shit all day when I'm gone Get up, suck that dick, spit on it, slob on that shit More bubbles at the knob of that shit It's my word, you'se a whore, taste good, right? Turn around, get on all four (You pulling my hair) Shut the fuck up (Why you fucking me like that?) Shut the fuck up This ain't no R&B dick, this hood My slow jam dick is on Thursday's, if my sugar high My dick don't get up, you know I'm the best Just, shut your mouth up like you under arrest I'm ready to cum (you ready to cum) Yeah, keep it right (oh my gosh, my pussy is numb) OK, just rub it up against your hole Put your thumb in your mouth, and fuck me real slow Look at me, yeah, baby, I'mma let that go Tell me you love me (I love you, baby) Oh oh [Outro: Ghostface Killah (Girl)] Oh shit, don't touch me, don't touch me I said don't touch me, chill Let me get a cigarette (you don't smoke, nigga) Oh yeah, I forgot (haha) I love when you fuck me like that I'mma go put up some work at the studio, though But when I get back, have a little nurse outfit on With the hat to the side, so I can bend you over In that little desk we got in the room In your thigh highs, word up, and I'mma stop at the Adel store And get one of them little screaming O's So you can sit your little clit on it and just Let it buzz off all day (yeah) Knowhatimsaying, ma? I'mma get the nine and move Big Girl[Produced by Ghostface Killah and Anthony Acid] Every girl that's guilty of waiting so long, sometime So it seems like it doesn't make sense [Female singing with laughing in the background] [Sniffing] [Verse] Yeah, it was them cute pretty bitches that was smelling like coke They kept going [egh egh] like they had shit in they throats They had stacks on the tables, cables I had to say it was like early May A few days 'til my birthday date, baby date I'll play to the sucker DJ, looking like Enrique Told him to throw in that Supreme Cliee-ente He said just gave a nod with a thumbs-up wink I just put down my dollar bill, took off my mink Bartenders know we big spenders, gave us those mobster drinks Sent us lobsters and cigars that stink Playing them oldie-but-goodie classics, them honies had fat asses Noses runnin' from the raw, they hid behind they glasses Toney with the Montana, I came to play With my long fingernail, your honey should pass that yay Let me see what color you got boo, I got that beige I see y'all from the perihperals, ladies far right from the stage I'm 33, I look 26 with big furs on What y'all inherit, the Santa Maria? Y'all money that long? Your father must have fell back when y'all started fucking You asked me what I think about dude? I say "fuck him" And this one bitch called me Fat Albert The way my pockets had the mumps, you know that Ghost is 'bout it Then I asked these young ladies do they buff helmets They said "fuck you", took a sniff and then they didn't tell me Just because you left home, this is Tone Yo, you see I flip stones Birthstone, you ain't grown fuck around and get boned 3 rich pretty young ladies lost at 6, Gucci kicks And they picky when it come to they dick If y'all ladies was all mine I'd teach you well Free tales, sweet smells, eat well, hear bells Before you sleep, read your books like it was my fanmail And when you wake, you be a new woman, know the whole world can tell Word life, put you to school when the clubs'll stop College girl, pay for your books at 200 a pop And all I ask in life's for you to be careful Stay focused, take care of your health Have kids and marry a prince Good luck and happiness And no longer shut yourself in, taste the pain, the sorrow The sun'll shine and still come out tomorrow And maybe be a secretary, business woman, 5th Ave., or run a library You got the right conversation, education and looks With the right intelligence to stay away from them crooks Baby get on your feet, be an accountant, doctor, lawyer or nurses's aid Computer wizard, you about to get paid [Outro, over background singing] Yea You know I just met y'all And I love y'all already and all that But I gotta get off that nose candy To make it in life and all that shit That's why I'm here I'm like a father figure and all that shit I let y'all get high, and that's all you're going to do but Ya'nawm sayin? Cause I drop jewels all over the place Y'all too pretty for that Some of y'all nose hairs is burnt I just want you to snap out of it You know why? cause you's a Be Easy[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, what's happening, New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin' house tonight Know what I mean? (Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry) We about to get it popping, let's go Yo, yo [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Every time you go uptown, you get gypped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh You at the bar, wodie, drinking my piss, uh The yellow shit in the bottle ain't Cris', son You turned your motherfuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em You just mad 'cause I'm hitting your sister You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh Pop a lot of shit without that liquor, yup We mossied up, so take our picture I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya Whether now, later, afterlife or scripture [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, oh shit, ayo, Tone, hurry up and get 'em, nigga You know what I mean? It's about to pop off Y'all niggas clear the fucking floor Get the fuck out the way, come on [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay [Refrain: Trife Da God, Ghostface Killah, ​​Trife Da God & Ghostface Killah] Yo, it's Tone in the building, the team's in the building Niggas wanna beef, w​​​hat up, what up, what up? We packed to the ceiling, we constantly chilling We can 'cause we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut​​​​​​ [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Shimmy, shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay now Yes, my birthday landed in May, now Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like déjà vu Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo Ahh, you bitch niggas better listen up Anybody front, paramedics gon' pick 'em up They try to save you, swear to God, I hit the nurse up Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a hearse truck" I tried to ignore it, his people saw it I ain't the type of dude you go to war with My Polo gun, yo, will crack the floor shit When the heat's on, you know I draw it I had his number down, Toney just called it [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yo, ayo, Pete Rock, good looking, nigga Staten Island, yo, Theodore What's the deal? Slap me one of the ratchets I'm about to go in, yo [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V Gotta burn those leaves, and, uh Pretty Tone make the girls say, "Please, daddy, work that D Put it in and be eas'", and uh, so what? Come on Now some of y'all people might know me from my Wallabees Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me I stick it up like a nice cake robbery And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me Floss the ill robes since "Criminology" Supreme Clientele put the world on top of me Yo, babe, hurry up with those collard greens I represent S.I., they ain't as wild as me They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies Tone got the powder, squeeze, don't surround me Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty Y'all can just crown me [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, that's right I'd like to thank y'all for coming out tonight How y'all like that shit? You know what I mean, who really run New York? This is that Theodore shit, motherfucker The Soul Controller[Intro: The Force MD's] Whoaahhhoahhh, ohhh, ohhhhh It's been a long, long A long time coming A change gon' come [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo these streets got me backed down how can I escape? How can I survive without bubblin weight? It's prepared for the stand off, once you hand off That white rock, and then give birth to a knot Your biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beam You and the Gods buy a crib in the white part of Queens But at the same time, niggas on the block is ill Some'll rock you to sleep, hap, for selling cross pills Being watched all day like enemy's prey Faces, you never seen before is in your hallway Brothers you knew for years is mad pussy and scared Back in the days U.F.O.'s couldn't walk up in here It's time to motor, travel like a foul order Clear my head, stay sober, the soul controller [Chorus: The Force MD's] Oahhhh, it's been a long, long A long time coming A change gon' come Oh, yes it will Said I'm too, tired of livin But I'm, but I'm afraid to die Cause I don't know what's up there In that great big ol' sky [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Sink deep into the fog, big buffalo large Taj Mahal just got banged, shanked for eighty large It's hard to keep up, with these key-ons, that smoke dust In the U.S. Mint they went to rock the place and call the rush All these shameless niggas armed with cherry-red Bally's On the twenty-fifth, everybody rich is gettin married Killed for power beans, your brother own schools in Medina Vaseline lips is cracked cause they all had dreams They overdue, these Gods own a mosque in Peru Tropical trees and weaves where they grew bamboo Olympic minds quick flash like a leak on A hundred shares short to own Nissan, watch em get they feast on Royal blue lies inside the eyes of heaven Curse the head, who speak foul and jinx number seven (seven) Clear my head and stay sober, the soul controller... (Stay sober, the soul controller) [Chorus: The Force MD's] Oahhh, been a long time comin Oh yeah A change gon' come Woooaahh, yes it will [Verse 3: Ghostface] Yo, yo we sit and play the wall like nine super heroes Late for the man choose and hit socks and stereo The kid's nice, warnin you twice, run your garmets Jet to Providence, switch up and bag down your Parliament Ironman is laced with a plate inside the dome piece Go off in airports, biographies, prophecies Watch me set it, real key-ons hold down the desert And walk with a famous name like Supreme Magnetic Carbon copy, I love my Akai snare choppy Melachi off the funky pen with the wax poppy on instrumentals Niggas get lost like S.S. Minnows Turned out like rentals, keep gold around the denim [Outro 1: The Force MD's] A change gon come Yes it will It's been a long, long A long time coming A change gon come Wooo, yes it will Said I'm so Tired of living But I'm, but I'm afraid to die Cause I don't know what's up there In that great, big ol sky Oh my, oh my, oh my It's been a long, long time A long time coming Change gonna come Wooo, yes it will [Outro 2: Sample] "Sorry boys All the stitches in the world can't sew me together again Lay down, lay down Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez funeral home on hun and ninth street Always knew I'd make a stop there But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought Last of the Mohicans Well, maybe not the last Can't come with me on this trip, Loaf Gettin the shakes now Last call for drinks Bar's closin down Sun's out Where we goin for breakfast? Don't wanna go far Rough night Tired, baby Tired..." [Outro 3: Sample] "Greatest trick the devil ever pulled Was convincing the world he didn't exist And like that, he's gone" Cobra Clutch[Intro] Yo, yeah, bitch Ayo, motherfucker Ayo, swallow it [Verse 1] Ayo, we gassed off this bloody version of "Glaciers" Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor (Shh) Say no more, my back be parked against the wall Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the law I bought a bracelet (Bracelet), don't get blinded by the ice, oh It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal Look at my jumper, logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?) Yo every fine stitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer Gucci sneaker rockin' just another form of 'Chessboxin' No cock-blockin', Supreme Clientele, 'til I'm droppin' Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with a hippie ho now Club bandit, never empty-handed when I brand it Mork calling Orson, Mork callin Orson down in Boston Both of them dead, cop in the loft and Big chain swingin' nigga, Matchbox car drivin' Street wildin', Rollie' with the four-finger glidin' Watch him, scorchin' with spells and top toxin Amoxicillin stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side, throw in SunTrust Ghost'll keep shinin' 'til the sun bust So word up, Born'll be right behind the curtain with the nose out Sixty senate, get the Rover out Featherhead heathens, teethin' on mic dicks When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga" [Chorus] Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out? Stapleton Project, recognize you're lookin at Allah's best Puttin' on the hits, it's no contest Now, who the hypest in New York City? Wu-Tang, radio stop shittin' on me [Interlude: Youngblood Priest] I got fifty men out in the street Now if they all get bitch troubles, I starve Is that it? Is that what you're tryna tell me? [Verse 2] Ayo, moccasin money, one man behind the plate Hold it down, honey-shallah, rock the half man Gumby Twisted, the mime of the floods, Steven Spiel', drama 105.6, Llama Cosmetic classical, Slomin's shield, biography fill Watch me heal half of you, new attributes Teletronics, DBX, one sixty X Compression with the A and sharp press Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips Vanilla suckle with jasmine bits, five-hundred rap battin' average One taste the bowling ball magic Houdini escapes, from the fermenting hell halls of tragic Speaking to the first of April's, deep in the rap game Erase you, Excedrin head bredrens catch facials Side orders, one telephone for take out Stomp your man half to death, rob him, then we break out Get off on the Clove Exit, knees dirty, chick kneel with low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of it 'Cause it's law, order today, we pay dues New tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube Deck the halls, crush celery dice, that's Cinderella ball Ate York Peppermint Patties, slung by Peter Paul Wrangler, straight laid the track when it sag With one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang up Ticklish, Crunchberry niggas at the flicks pissed off Standin' in the rain and can't find they whips Suckers, motherfucker [Chorus] Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out Who's these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out? Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at Allah's best Puttin' on the hits, it's no contest Now, who the hypest in New York City? Wu-Tang! Radio stop shittin on me Holla[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] I'm from a place where fish was made Corduroy Balleys, sportin' those Rakim K's Rakeem came High self-esteem promised me a moment in life just to wreck y'all lames Throw the TEC to your brain, puttin' the best to shame This is Theodore, best to tuck those Dana Danes See me comin' (Blaow) start runnin' and (Blaow, blaow) Ayo (Blaow, blaow, blaow) Kunta fly niggas when we walk through the party Pimp talk with the MAC strapped to our body Bartenders is nervous, 'fraid to serve us, bad service Un smacked him on purpose, you see us drunk, come and burp us Paper chasin', Starky stayed up in the makings Theodore conquer the four devils with the patience Cell phones is blowin', the crew's not available Ask 'Donna, word in the town, we the realest dudes We don't need no diamond rings All we need is a drum, like, fuck it, he can rhyme, I'll sing And in my Yankee hat, you can drop five beans And then run back to mama, like, all I know is [Chorus: Allah Real] Holla, holla, holla if you want to I'll buzz you Holla, holla, holla if you want to I'll buzz you [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] When I walk through any function You bet your ass that the four-five'll cook, fuck your wack looks Fuck platinum, fuck, I'ma show ya'll crooks This is legit rap, I.R.S. can suck my books I'm a family man (Uh), Clan mixed with Theodore My boots hang over the telephone wires on Broad' Word to MetLife, Tony got insurance on his mics Smoke mad shit and still got endurance when he fight Both hands crusty, bank account dusty Ever say my name again, you pussy Like a angry crippled man, don't push me Don't believe the kid, listen to me [Chorus: Allah Real] Holla, holla, holla if you want to I'll buzz you Holla, holla, holla if you want to I'll buzz you [Bridge: Ghostface Killah] Dirty told me to rock the spot (Yeah) Freak the beats 'cause the streets is raw (Go 'head) Don't believe what you see, just watch (True) Speak to the seeds, give 'em lead on jobs (Come on) Educate, keep it peace with Gods (That's right) In return, happiness in globs (Yeah) We see the future like a psychic's palm Things I'm saying are true And the way I explain them to you Yes, to you, listen to me [Chorus: Allah Real] Holla, holla, holla if you want to I'll buzz you Holla, holla, holla if you want to I'll buzz you Chinatown Wars[Hook: Ghostface Killah] War, we run these streets like a renegade Get that gwap, til the rent is paid Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed War, we run these streets like a renegade Get that gwap, til the rent is paid Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, what up homie, it's Tony, revenge is so sweet And I move with artillery, roaming the streets My guns is ginormous, bullets is heatseeking Big Brother got the eye on me, I watch how I'm speaking And I move like a porn star in charm school I stick everything I see, but I only take jewels And cash rules, pills and that cocaine powder I ain't a man, I'm a killer, obsessed with power And revenge, I don't need friends and shiesty activities Move alone through the City that they call Liberty And trust nobody but my bullets and my shotty Carjack a fool twist his limbs like pilates Ox' him, buck 50 stitch him, Chinatown Wars I chop 'em up like rice in the kitchen It's a bad decision, starting beef with the butcher He ain't a bleeder, I pop him son, your man is a gusher [Hook: Ghostface Killah] War, we run these streets like a renegade Get that gwap, til the rent is paid Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed War, we run these streets like a renegade Get that gwap, til the rent is paid Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed [Verse 2: MF Doom] Clap on, clap off Fake ass street thugs, either need to ax off, or cough Feel 'em, Metal Finger steel drum Clean the sidewalk with him, talk shit to real scum Of the earth, take it with a shovelful Main character, super villain, lovable And don a mask like a crown of thorns Blow your horn and get pounded out by the boring (I take your order) let me get one wing Any king that bring this sting for Chung King No change, no stranger to gats Took notice, what so strange is no cats Dogs is wars, dud luck, draw straws Fuck the boss, drowned on blood and duck sauce Stuck the enemy, a wack deal caper For racks of fake Fendi and stacks of real paper [Hook: Ghostface Killah] War, we run these streets like a renegade Get that gwap, til the rent is paid Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed War, we run these streets like a renegade Get that gwap, til the rent is paid Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, it's a manhunt, my mentality's militia If my four-fifth had lips, I'd make it French kiss ya Cuz no mission's impossible, I carry my Wu-Tang sword On my back, and attack all obstacles Burnt down buildings, avenging my father's death A store for ransom, and snatch your crystal meth I pillage, my warpath is unpredictable Leave 'em dead on arrival, broke up or critical [Verse 4: MF Doom] War nine, frying swine to pork rinds For trying to walk the fine line, thoughts flying Had more fun with a crooked rookie Went for his gun, cracked his skull like a fortune cookie A mind reader, find out, speak, freaks bow With the nine heater, beat feet and smile now Ten paces, about face, chase me We make it sound crazy than a case of M-80's The Sun[Ghostface Killah] Good Morning, Good morning Time to get up Look at the sun so pretty today It's so bright, it's so smashing Lasting, helps out the grass and Smile when it's morning time Last night I wrote 3 rhymes, I woke up to see the sun shine If, God is my witness In scriptures and pictures The Sun kiss scrumptious son, it's nutritious It makes me wanna climb Take a bite out of shine This little light of mine Yo, the sun could never be pussy, he always come out He'll sit right there, even if you pull your gun out He can never run out, when the lights go out It's Japan's turn now, the earth has spun around I see Yellow and Green, it's a beautiful thing The sky's blue, 'cos the sun hit the water like "BING" A reflection (uh-huh) and that's all it is (word) You can't stare at him long, cos your face'll do like this [Hook - Ghostface and Slick Rick] Look who's shining again (Oh My My MY) We've Been Rhyming again (Oh My My My) Ice be blinding the men (Oh My My My) We come through time and time again (Oh My My My) [Raekwon] Check out my nephew He jumped up in the window just to see you Look what he drew A car, house, always wants to be with you He's just as Jolly, He always begging me to let him see you I'm like "probably if you clean up, and read a little" You make people eyes glow You got the weather channel bugging and you stubborn when it snow You my mentor, Mothers name their Kids after you New slang, nothing personal, we knowin what you been through (Sun) You roll like, one in a million yo (Sun Sun) You always find like, one in a building yo We those babies from day one All I had was you on my birthday baby- think you owe me one The way the world look when you around Prisoners get out, look up, run at you and then kiss the ground You my favourite, I wish we had three more of you I adore you, plus I even go to the store for you [Hook] [Slick Rick] I would die for a sun , can being richer and cruel Reachin a full 98, and got the kids in the pool Isn't it cool how it spreads joy, hons lay in it And it's hard to go back to work, when your lunch breaks finished Straphang before, so it's a fact I support Feeling the warm sun rays, upon your back as you walk The heat-driven, A theory I plung to deep living is Souls have to go through the sun to reach Heaven And, sensing retreat, our souls badden the scene Madame believe, since dinosaurs, and Adam and Eve That Sun's hovered, to the extermination of us It's a peephole, which leads to the firmament above us [RZA] Who can take a raindrop and turn it to glee And drawn up 6 miles, over tropical isles and bring it to the sea [Hook] Clipse of DOOM[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording! Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the fuck out the room, G! Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser! Nah'mean yo.. what? Fuck you too, nigga! 'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?! Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done! Eat a dick nigga! [Verse 1] Catch me in the 80's drop Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby Glock Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it Capricorn, Aquarius Lost so much blood, these bitch niggas in they periods They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice And only fuck with cute bitches that can fly and boost And they ears be chandeliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?! They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs That's right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all Fuck a state, light charge My predicate status, irrelevant My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants Jumbo shits from New Orleans Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla Bally's is mean Can't none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh! [Hook: Trife Da God] Aiyyo we the live niggas holding heat on the street corners Sic the beasts on you, turn mothers to mourners Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks "Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas Package the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash Cause we cut from the same cloth Big guns ready to bang off Slide off the cables and take the rings off! [Verse 2] We hold the weight of four Synagogues Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars Going mad wetting 'em Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexing 'em Paris crew, little dudes, please! I was repping 'em Niggas couldn't come through (word) That's when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggas like crazy glue Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around! The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town! She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no Heinz Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die Its the tale of the Crips and Bloods, pimps and thugs Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug On that note I'm a say peace! Theodore! Word to Darryl Mack's teeth! [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick My semi, they call it the crouching tiger A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers Peel your potato like Ore-Ida On the day of your death people had candles but couldn't find no lighter Fuck your mural! Fuck your hood! You ain't a street legend like me! Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty I muffle motherfuckers up like Meineke And write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "E" Jewel thief, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep And cruising deserts mad heavy into salt treats I'm the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues Picking niggas off by the Red Sea And did it all for Ghost, sniffing on caffeine! R.A.G.U.[Intro] Holllllllld it! Now you get out of here, I'm warning you (You bastards can't push us around - wanna fight?) I'll take you on [Raekwon] That nigga's twisted Stop playin with that clip man Close them fuckin blinds too man, y'knahmsayin? Yo Don my man, get out of the stove man Get away from the stove nigga Stop playin man, the fuck is you talkin 'bout? (Verse One: Raekwon) I'm in the crib watchin Larry King Live, the new Guccis on Refrigerator, smokin some kush, this nigga's a lighter Swisher, becoming a roach, go get the glass ashtray Pour the glass of Cru, tap the bottle then toast Barrie took a sip for the cause, yeah my son Soon to be 3, tried to fill his bottle then run Then I got a collect call, heard niggas down the block is fighting Some nigga got knifed up brawling Heard the kid was 19, Little Infiniti too His father worked up at the dealer he love Wu They tried him for his Louis', son wasn't having it though Yeah, yeah my nigga, the color of glue Decided i'mma intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my nigga This is like out of the blue I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain Proceeded to talk to him, then you heard the heavy face slap Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospital vexed Fucked up my writing hand, that's my check Now I wanna kill this little nigga true Only thing that stop my gun flaming cause he related to you [Ghostface Killah] Who? He ain't related to me Just that I knew him for like 18 years until he violated, stealing my gear If my lil' homey, yo he eat anything for me Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never call me Come home and still blow cats for me Pump crack, stabbing all them hoodrat shorties A live gunslinger well known, born to dance When the heat is on, Stapleton days, shot himself in the groin The gun went off, it looked like a flick When he fell to the floor, holding his nuts, screaming "God damnit Shit I put one in my balls, what the fuck y'all looking at me for? Call the police, do something Motherfuckers standing around, watch when I get better All hell's gonna be terror Death to you, you," he pointed at Red I said chill, that's fam duke He put real work in that make you puke, fuck that But anyway son indeed, he stole two Polo rugbies Swore to his dead mother, I couldn't take it Yo Lord I knocked out his teeth Now he's rocking those false joints like everything's peace Biscuits[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo... who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man? I said a banana nutrament, man Ya'll heard what the fuck I said... I gave you the... I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man! Y'all muthafuckas always fuckin' around and forgettin' something and shit Smart dumb niggas and shit, runnin' around here and shit Y'all niggas need to wisen up, man, yo.. Get off that special ed shit though, man... [Ghostface Killah] I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazon, it's on There go son, tap out the hash bone Half moon, he rock, three's fourth quarter length No jewels, no rocks, it's not worth the spotlight His gun tool, was a half a hill That's a six digit slip behind five sticks, eatin' steel, fuck him We gon' -- we gon' get our money If he front, they gon' read about the rocks in his tummy Mouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin' Safety off and shit, crept up, "What up money? Freeze!" Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown And get down! Get slapped with the pi-dound Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown, yappin' I keep big Shirley on my side, so What's Happenin'? Try eatin' these shells, they non-fattening After you digest that, I'mma stomp you bastards So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing Blaow, blaow! Anything after that it don't matter Your homies and your close relatives Even them nosy ass pigs'll get splattered It's the T-H-E-O-D-O-R-E, send me to Iraq I come back with don heat Teeth, less than a week, they be callin' me Chief of Defense, cuz I sure do cook when it's beef [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, po' thieves and Baller' shit, long biscuits Fuck around, take all your shit Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, don't risk it Fuck around, and be a statistic [Trife] Yo, yo, niggas ask why I use my Glock Cuz it's 2003, muthafucka, I refuse to box I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks Remove your watch, yo I'mma have to lose your top I'm from a place where junkheads and zombies dwell And niggas keep they heat blazin' like Bonzi Wells Don't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kids Cuz I'll cock back the mac and pop one in your ribs So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs, I'mma run in your crib Pistol whip you right in front of your wiz My nigga, that's how it is, I get it, just how I live Cuz me without a gun, is like Queens without the bridge Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live Lamp in village, and still get heard with no spins This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home Black blown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones [Hook 2X] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] That's right, it's real! It's that muthafuckin' Theodore Unit Nahwhatimean? Staten Island, live shit, y'all Straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat shit Blowin' niggas back home, you know what I mean? I don't give a fuck... we could take it there Whatever, hits? We got 'em, nigga! Yeah, now I'mma strangle the game! No doubt, it's real right now, muthafucka Y'all niggas done done it, fuck y'all yeah I'mma get the fuck outta this booth Purified Thoughts[Intro] "Am I a good man? ..." [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs Both of them turned green from counting the ones Memorized by the glory, word life Cut off niggas who killed good but couldn't do nothing for me Shout 'em out every once in the blue And kid yo, I never rocked with Long as they keep away, we cool I devised my own stimulus plan, I'm nigga-rich I'm tired of eating those crumbs and black licorice To free my mind on Friday, I cleanse in the mosque Let the imam pray over my head and wash Thoughts, sterilized, purified, Godly Watch his gift manifest the green like barley If that shit happen I'll feed his whole army Talking 'bout the angels and peeps in Somali Try to stay humble and swallow my pride In God I trust, not talkin' 'bout the ones on your five Crisp dollar billing, catch me in a little hut in Benin Village style, feeding the children Big pots of jasmine tea with Mandela Africans chanting me on like Coachella Ghostface Bumaye, Kumbaya my Lord My death day, 24 karat tomb I lay Wishing they could bury me next to the prophets Nabi, Lut, Is'a, Musa, Hadrat Muhammad, Ibrahim [Interlude] "Am I a good man?" (I don't know) "Am I a fool?" (We'll see) [Verse 2: Killah Priest] The Lord takes me, gathering speeds before winds High currents, distance, places be forming wings Kings offering, thrones was there Man with the seven crowns on his dome was near Feet walked over rose petals sold from the ghetto Face froze in gold like the pharaoh Adorned in glory, robe of light, a power for his cherub As He passed the path, white doves crossed the eyes of thugs Eternal heartbeat and the dark fire in his blood Seven hundred books were opened Embraced to write, then threw the crooks in the ocean Skin brass hair like it grew from goatskin The chosen has spoken, tablets were broken The smoke hand grabs an omen Gravity grabbing me gradually, dragging me through Hell's cavity This is blasphemy, I fell where the jackals feed God felt bad for me but cast me in the Caspian Sea Satan gave the dragon his key, Wu-Family's the faculty K.P., K.P [Interlude] "Am I a good man? Am I a fool? "Am I?" [Verse 3: GZA] He used to sling in the stairwell Fast to put the rap on a thinking cap, ignite your hair gel No such thing as the fair sale He'll put the bullet out same day, delivery airmail And on this level a thug will sell your garbage No refund, the only exchange from the cartridge But the users just kept coming back with their life earnings Ready to make a deal, soul and pipe burning The outcome tragic, the household dramatic Living rooms for heating spoons, basements for addicts Support from a bean, hit the courts from a fiend Who betrayed one, who had lit the torch for his team So he sent them gifts, body parts per diem In a box that held prints but too dark to see 'em Intro (Supreme Clientele)[Intro] "Tony Stark makes you feel He’s a cool exec' with a heart of steel As Iron Man, all jets ablaze He’s fighting and smiting with repulsor rays! Amazing armor! That’s Iron Man! A blazing power! That’s Iron Man!" [Main: Sample] "Iron Man, the iron clad superhero of the free world may be doomed to die. Yes, the life of America's most dramatic Avenger may well hinge upon a delicate sub-miniature component, containing the strange secret which keeps his injured heart beating and enables him to live as Tony Stark: one of the nation's leading scientists, head of Tony Stark industries and as Iron Man" Flowers[Verse 1: Raekwon] See me in the club, got a gun on my leg Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo Live Crew meetin', layin' in the lab with robes of fly Mo We hold all niggas eatin' Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend Eat it raw style like Flounder Fuckin' with mine or how we design, my niggas might find ya Layin' in the Tropics, big dick shit on park The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics Movin' out, colored Durangos, picture me broke That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats Or rich niggas with the same coke [Verse 2: Method Man] You can catch us cruisin', ballin' a ship, fully equipped On a StarTAC, callin' a bitch, I'm what you get When that Absolut and Hennessy mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Wu shit, my whole clique (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love Sayin' "Peac" to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga, what's happenin'? Ain't shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin' Mashin', the latest fashion Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins All in together, together for worse or better Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical Rock, skate, roll, bounce I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out [Verse 3: Raekwon] All magazines lay, fly life we live The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep I'm set lightin' the Purple in a new Lex Triflin work, let's murder everythin' that move on the set [Bridge: All] I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics [Verse 4: Superb] And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs, too I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush, too Without a paintbrush, too [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Bulletproof Wallets, 20G kitchens sets made out of Korea Top Sear, gots to be a lots to see a rocks Knots we re'd up behind the stove askin' how Maria popped Lea Cursed out Nia, burst out her purse With the gods you jeer from Stark's Pizzeria Peace, hate to be ya, especially when them shots ring off In slow motion when yo' head hit the meter You lost two liters, at the same case speeder Peter slid through, shook 'em down for his reefer James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter Two murders in the hood, we call it double features Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher After prayer with the preacher, I get skied in the bleachers And your girl, I might eat her I'm a lover, not a biter, I still catch her for a pizza [Superb] You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst So don't hate me, you better move over yeah! [Outro: Ghostface Killah] You fucking idiots! Wallets motherfucker! All my shit is bulletproof Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets R.A.G.U., you heard, you bird-ass niggas Y'all niggas ain't got a chance Never Be the Same Again[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, damn mom It's gone be aight, don't worry about it Know what I'm saying, I'ma just go I'ma just pack my shit Peace out, aight Don't worry about it I still love you though [Hook: Carl Thomas] I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again) I'll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand) The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh) I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a better man) But you'll never understand, noooooo Now it's time that I move on (Move on!) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ey yo I gave you everything and you still fucked my head up Children (I'm sorry Ghost) Not now, shut up Got back off the road, heard you sleepin' with fam The whole hood ran up on me, I was like "Damn!" So I stepped back, sized the whole situation patiently Arguments, face up in the air like you hatin' me Ask you one question, was it good? He have you on the wall like me, was it hood? You probably showed him your sexy faces, how you ride on top Grabbing the sheets, in a deep zone if he hit the spot I came home on Friday, Saturday I found out That night I cried with the kids, I was out And my man, I'ma do him in And the Lord knows best what I'ma do to him And you can keep the crib - all I'm sayin' is Let me find out you got men around my kids [Hook: Carl Thomas] I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again) I'll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand) The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh) I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a better man) But you'll never understand, noooooo Now it's time that I move on (Move on!) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] It was the beauty that caught me and held my soul hostage 'Member those days had you smellin' my boxers Old Gold up in the hood and bigged up We could push through the grimiest streets Then throw it up, like "That's my nigga!" Anybody got something bad to say Son'll come through and deliver Brushin' off his 88 Clarks, y'all can't touch him I bet a wad on it, y'all can't fuck with him Semi-shy, and I'm laid back, crystal hats Heard ya water broke I was like "Phewww" and ran back I ran back fast, broke my arm in the mix To find out that bird nigga tappin' my shit It's alright 'do, maybe he came up with the right dough Bigger dick, I don't know, must have been the best flow This thing here, ever man in the world goes through But fuck that, I put a lot of money up, I'm hatin'! [Hook: Carl Thomas] I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again) I'll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand) The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh) I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a better man) But you'll never understand, noooooo Now it's time that I move on (Move on!) [Bridge: Carl Thomas] It was like ecstasy girl Found out it was Disney World Had us living in a fantasy world I wish we never broke up, girl It was like ecstasy girl Found out it was Disney World Had us living in a fantasy world I wish we never broke up, girl [Verse 3: Raekwon] Ey yo, you killed me with that, "who bought this?" I bought that Knowin' damn well in all reality you bought jack You ain't lift one finger, but you claimin' what's yours Runnin' all through the house, bugged out, slammin' doors We used to dress like twins - sweats, baby blue Timbs You even scratched my Benz, let the pigs in You think that I'm the biggest bird in America? Catch me on TV, I'm come back, never the... [Hook: Carl Thomas] I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again) I'll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand) The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh) I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a better man) But you'll never understand, noooooo Now it's time that I move on (Move on!) Jellyfish[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo Here's a little story ghetto love situation 'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations She was so fly, get high, well understood Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo Aiyyo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn Had a 2 o'clock appointment with this girl name Dawn She ain't the Avon lady but her beauty was strong Right before she went to rest she had me singin this song She must be a special lady and a very exciting girl I don't know, she had the high-glow's switchin See her in the club you hear others chicks bitchin But Dawn quit to bust a bitch ass and shit See she did 12 months over a ratchet Not no crab shit, got bagged with the MAC, taxi cab shit Clip was hangin out her panties with no where to stash it It was classic Nowadays shes laid back, helpin me perfect my rap Only pink and smoked salmon where she feed her cat White, furry thing Diamond cut like johnny lex collar attached Lickin glass bowls in her cat clothes, cause crazy stacks Finicky thing, her kittin drink Polar Spring Take naps, near her jewerly box, she play with all the rings And when she step out the tub its like an ill flick Carmel skin, bath and body works leave the whole room lit Cinnamon candles, sweet side, they on relax mode Paint her toes on the bed slow, watchin me Versace robe on her body, peak, sippin asti (piemonte) She a perfect 10 in my wildest dreams DAWN [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Aiyyo, she gotta be gone Waitin on my sweet strawberry pecan rican LaShawn Holdin my taffy down when I'm gone Three fourths of her body always covered with clothes Thats why I'm eatin her candy and suckin her toes Sweet sexy LaShawn, she got body like whats goin on On some marvin gaye shit like lets get it onnnnn Suuuugarrrr, letssss getttt it onnnnn Ayo, she a diamond in the rough, black rose in the hood I love my queen and she treat me good, fuck cookin for me She stash me out when the feds come lookin for me I'm not cheatin on her or beatin on her I spend the weekend on her We on the block when the bills start creepin on her She right there when it gets sticky, she strict politic to the vicky's And a fly aviator the color of sky God on her side, Indian chick with cat eyes Mad respect with the fat thighs She busts guns for the revolution Would straight leave her if she prostituting Yo my girls the bomb, Intelligent mind, Sky blue louis vetton Leg muscles, deep dimples Body is soft she smell fresh like a new born Pretty feet petite ass nice shoes on The sunshine for my quiet storm Keepin the food warm when I'm gone It won't be long 'til I'm back to my sweet butter pecan rican LaShawn Hit me up baby girl, P.S. Cappadon' [Verse 3: Trife da God] Aiyyo, aiyyo I woke up in the morning still drunk off the Henn Had a 3'oclock appointment with this girl name Jen You know Jen from a hundred and ten, she push the Lex Coupe Part time fashion designer she work for Jet Blue Pretty young thing, with a body like vida Ass off the meter, Eva Mendes look, strut like a diva Libra shine fine, blow minds like dimes of a cheeba She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up Ms. Bonita Applebum Bottom, thick as a Roman column Raw dick it down, love me, even if I'm holdin condoms! Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick Throwin that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip Latin decent, velour suit with the cameltoe print Peppermint sheer panties with the garder-belt clips Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh Even at my loneliest times you that Jen will ride... [Outro: Shawn Wiggs] Whether Jen, Dawn, or Shawn its the same situation 'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations She was so fly, get high, well understood Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood 2getha Baby[Intro/Hook] "Together baby.. together baby" "Baby just you and me (just you and me) whoahhh" [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo Aiyyo it's Tone, crispy like a pair of headphones Used to play the 280 party rec rooms Now I play the big spots all in the city Spread champagne, scopin out bitties Pick one, thick one son with small titties It really doesn't matter as long as she's pretty Come here mami, dancin right beside me Tommy Hilfiger cut, skin like Halle She looked like she get it from her momma (momma) That's right Michelle, I'm Obama (bama) Or maybe she get it from Madonna (donna) +Material Girl+ I still don ya (don ya) Je-wels is for the girl if she do well Knew she was dangerous, she rode me up too well Her jelly roll shakin like she into the well She wanna put my name on her new nails [Hook] - repeat 2X [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo Aiyyo I roll on bitches, like a skateboard Got a few friends that give they cake to whores Me that's a no-no, Starks take control of a chick Then I go deep like Tony Romo Kick 'em right out and the day starts over Where I don't stop drinkin and I can't stand sober In the morning when I wake up I get up just to ill TD Bank is what I do with the mills Bracelets, Cuban neck is on chill Polar bear ice, I stay dressed to kill I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill Hittin the haze, now I'm on stilts I'm too high, stuggle like Precious (Precious) Love doctor niggas get the message When it comes to baggin a chick, don't be impressive I get girls, y'all fellas is desperate [Hook] - repeat 2X [Ghostface Killah] Yeah Yeah, yo Yo son tap that girl, excuse me miss You gangster~! Far from a bougie chick Love the way you talk, your jeans fit nice Still a lil' hood in you, you just my type Go 'head swallow that Nuvo, no disrespect You front on me tonight I'mma bag me a new ho Spank that ass like a real papichulo That Jimmy Neutron will sit you right on your culo [Hook] - repeat 2X [Ghostface over Hook] That's right sexy lady Come and have a seat baby Come get a taste of this Patron and Nuvo This that Jimmy Neutron baby Your lipstick lookin all good put your lips on this baby Come sip on this, aight? Check it out, let's go Legendary Weapons[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] I flip goods like a stock trader (Get money!) We gon' rush the floor, we attack like Al-Qaeda Suicide missionary, black activist Nice with the tongue, I'm a verbal type masochist Tall body, my skin got Teflon fibers Dodge bullets, rock chains the size of barbed wires Rolled Big Pun, a whole ounce of reefer Rock that black and yellow before Wiz Khalifa It's a Killah- B color scheme, I blow mega cream Been Ghostface before Scream, know what I mean? Like Billie Jean, lighting up the floor when I walk This is Staten Island, New York '87 Cheeba Hawk No pork, no swine on the rider If your chick loose or tighter, I'mma still get inside her Rebel porn star, thick like dick swelling then Beat the pussy up, leave it soft like gelatin [Chorus: samples] (What the hell is going on here?) (M-m-m-man I'm not playing, I kick the rough shit) (Say what?) (I--I-I-I'm n-n-not playing) (Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come) (Right now I'm teaching school) (There it is you're fucking with pros and there it goes) (You don't wanna get too close to that man, you about to get cut up) [Verse 2: AZ] You know the MO, could never be in limbo No lie, I rather die ‘fore I cough up info Boss shit, intro, horse dick, nympho Smooth on the chicks like a Robin Thicke Tempo In-point flow, make your bottom bitch En Vogue Soft cushion insoles stroll on tracks In the back of the car when they told on Plat Plaques on plaques, got racks on racks So no need to ask why he act "All That" King Congac got a thing for them Gats A Hades offspring, I'm a fiend for them facts Swing on the map, overseas with the G's South Cackalack trying to squeeze me some cheese Pleased on the d's when they telled on the pipe Around the same time I excelled on the mic The name "AZ" rings bells on site [Chorus: samples] (What the hell is going on here?) (M-m-m-man I'm not playing, I kick the rough shit) (I offer you reality!) (Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come) (Right now I'm teaching school) (There it is you're fucking with pros and there it goes) (You don't wanna get too close to that man, you about to get cut up) [Verse 3: Lil Fame & Billy Danze] I take money like a pool shark, put the eighth in my right pocket Hella cool dude and I won't hesitate to pop it Still a rude dude, try to replicate my doctrine Roll with mad killers, my niggas regulate the projects I'm hard body, I keep it John Gotti You keep it Bon Jovi, you wear thongs probably Nigga you fucking with a sick puppy We fill up in this bitch, it's about to get ugly I could tell you I’m hood, but y'all should already know My affiliation of Wu could trip you to the globe I'm worlwide with it for sure You better check or get laced up from the face up and left off We don't just do it, we do it to death Pay some respect, some shit will go real when you rap The realness, we spit this, Kill or Be Killed Shit I still kill or be killed, should of never concealed it [Chorus: samples] (What the hell is going on here?) (M-m-m-man I'm not playing, I kick the rough shit) (Say what?) (I--I-I-I'm n-n-not playing) (Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come) (Right now I'm teaching school) (There it is you're fucking with pros and there it goes) (You don't wanna get too close to that man, you about to get cut up) Conditioning[Intro] You realize who I am? I'm gonna break your bones into little bits Yo [Verse 1] You could throw me in a lineup, rough beard Thick knot and my shines up Mediterranean bezel rocks planted like saltines Worth about six hundred thousand in the Auck scene I still jog in the hills of Brazil Twelve eggs and my conditioning coach is Anderson Sil He a prize fighter, and me, I'm a prize writer Time you industry niggas recognize fire Boric acid mixed with ricin Don't stand under a tree 'cause my flow is lightning Some say I should be prosecuted, death by lethal injection Electrocuted or Malcolm X 'em Or send a Chinese bitch in the club to stretch him And if that don't work, then it's on to the next one Beef, we can let it cook, fried to perfection Got the bulldog snub that'll cave your chest in [Interlude] You know what'd happen if I punched you really hard? [Verse 2] Ayy, yo, my moms never knew that she was nursin' a wolf And I wrote this on 9/11, covered in soot Spittin' tobacco out my mouth in Claiborne fatigues Posted under a Brinks truck waiting to squeeze Stay on point like the nose of a marlin, Spartacus brawler Pressin' y'all pussies in public, nigga, you stallin' with Nowhere to run, faggot, I'll grab your ear My shootin' arm stay fresh like a bag of gear Goose coats, yachts, diving off of big boats My bitch pedicured up with a sick throat So cold, making you stutter "I-I-I c-c-can't believe Ghost is still gutter" Everywhere I go, I'm polyg'ed up Cohen optical frames of Breitling, dipped with a crisp cut See me on a Jackson 5 cover next to Randy They had black 'fros, mine was sandy Buckwheat Jackson [Outro] You gonna fight or not? Get off, get off Baby[Hook: Raheem DeVaughn] If it's a boy His swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl Ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made, from the love we made Yeah... yeah... [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, aiyo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her 'what' She pulled her shirt down, smiled, trying to hide her butt I said 'Nah, baby girlfriend, you ain't gotta do that' Hope you ain't the anorexic type, trying to lose that Us boys like 'em thick, short weaves, curls, braids I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick legs We can sail it out, five nights, six days Boat cruise, wardrobe flights, everything's paid If I'm aggressive, just pardon my gangsta I just wanna get to know you, get to show you The way I move, that's part of my gangsta Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha Plus my stove game's up, no red meat, but having you In my cypher right now, makes me feel complete Like a baby going night-night, sucking on his baby bottle You in a class by yourself, all them chicks follow [Hook] [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo, she cook and clean, matter fact she saved my life When I'm outdoor, she check and see if I'm alright I'm OK, babe, how you? I'm alright Just that the baby's kicking, I want some Popeye chicken And my back kinda hurt from the way I was sitting Hurry home so you can rub my big belly and kiss it And I need some, don't be fresh, girl You know I can't help it, baby, it stay wet, girl Yeah, that's my joy, love, strawberry shortcake Leave me weak in the knees where I can't even walk straight That's the reason I got two court dates Grown nigga like me let his thing blaze for that I was raised in the Stat', that's my word I pluck something if you fuck with my bat And my name ring round the way, girl, she the sweetest thing I love you Starks, writing hearts in between our names [Hook] [Interlude: Raheem DeVaughn] Mr. Producer, drop the beat right here, now Ghostface Killah, let me talk to them Radio Raheem [Bridge: Raheem DeVaughn] I will be the sweetest thing you've ever known Like a kiss on a, collarbone I wanna be ya, best friend, your homey and your king And bring to fruition, all of your dreams And so you're having my baby So stay forever my lady, like Jodeci Now, push (push) harder (harder) I'd rather you be wifey, than to be a baby father [Hook x2] Maxine[Intro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] You got your hands on Mooney shit? Say word We gon' get high I don't give a fuck about that nigga He a bird anyway Baby taking his packages He a snitch, too (Ayo) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] In Pam's house there was money missing She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffin' blow in the kitchen Her kids never ate, BCW's involved with her Kids that she never seen, shipped two to Florida Maxine, dark skinneded, bald headed bitch, mean Pam's right hand, together they're the coldest fiends Aw, shit, guess who arrived at the door It's Mooney the supplier, "Shh, don't open the door!" "Bitch, open the door!" "Maxine, he gon' kill me!" "Chill, I got a friend cop," "Girl, you don't know his beef" Three long kicks, the hinges flew off Kids screaming, the heavy face slap blew Maxine head off It's on in the crib, "You wrong for what you did You gon' pay, Pam, fuck that, boo, kiss your kids Y'all get the fuck in the room", "Fuck you, you ain't our real daddy" "Next time you see my Caddy, don't fucking flag me" This is where he fucks up at, peep his movements Maxine's in the kitchen crying, grits is boiling on the side She had a cup of lye, somebody gotta die "Uh-huh, y'all bitches fucked up, smoked out my packages Y'all had Mackie's shit and Pappy's shit Word to Aunt May I want mine" [Verse 2: Raekwon] Pulled out the nine, get in the tub He seen the hot iron, pulled the plug out He steamed Pam brought it back to Penny on Good Times Back in the dollar bill, he sniffed like six lines He put his gat down, why he do that? Creeping through the crib was Maxine, pot holder down with the grits Pam sucking his dick, Maxine Al Greened him Screaming, slipped in piss, he ran in the seed's room Grits down cryin' aight with his balls out He stepped on Clarence, Biggie Smalls album "Boobie get that nigga!" Pam yelling, "Rip that nigga!" Mookie went and got the dye out the kitchen James jumped on Moon, poked him with a screwdriver Broke the TV, niggas watching Knight Rider [Bridge: Ghostface Killah] This is Pam Jerkins mother house The same shit go on at her brother house You know Mooney's only a buck-o-five wet He only had two hundred dollars worth of shit And the kids tore his ass up [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] The seeds had a huddle up, I felt sorry for him The funny shit when bowlegged Keke hopped on him Jumped on him, pigeon toed Mookie, poured lye on him You should've seen this motherfucker's face frying Half dying, they stuck a fork through his nuts The little girl was happy, she picked her brother up "Quick, pick the window up," Mooney overheard Right before they threw him out, the nigga said, "Word?" [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] On the count of three He landed right in front of the first floor balcony Blood, brains is splattered He was dead And the cops never came That's Stapleton [Outro: Ghostface Killah] All, all, all in together now We getting fresh, getting right for the weather now And if we fall in the game, yo, that's never now Come to my projects and we'll air you out Here I Go Again[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, I've seen Raj He been a friend for years Now your boy in blue, how he switched up gears He said how I been? I got a ear full of bad news Your block is corrupt and it's time to choose We got some niggas running drugs that can't be touched Unless you wanna' handle the dirt, it'll mean so much I said I got this, message received I'mma clean up the block like you wouldn't believe Call me Mr. Clean, aka Starkiano Nine years later slid across the Verrazano Clean sweep, apply pressure to the scum This is my town, Stapleton is where I'm from Third shot slapped in the head with a juice box Grenade with no pin in his mouth, this is my block And Bamboo fucking with this is absurd I'mma handle my bee's wax, that's my word [Hook: Rell] Came up out the darkness, searching for light I know home is where my heart is And now nothing seems right I tried to make peace and cut my losses And carry on somehow But I've come much too far, man Too late to turn back now, here I go again Here I go again Here I go again Here I go again [Spoken: AZ] 9 joints, my nigga you’re home Streets is different [Verse 2: AZ] Yeah, yeah, welcome home Starks Remember us at the jams in the parks? Olde Gold guzzlers, Wallabee Clarks Young cold hustlers, obviously sharp Voom with the purpose to bloom, so in tune Dialogue like Disciples in the circle of goons My ace boon, then you got sent to the tombs And shit went left, had to pinch my flesh And figure some other scheme to get cream, reign supreme You know everything ain't what it seem So I switched up size, had to switch up lives Now I can fuck life and rip her thighs A badge and a gun that's legal, it's more lethal Than any local dealer that's evil leading peoples The sequel, me and you both could split a loaf Just need you a little closer You could squeeze that toast And knock off targets, starting with the hardest By next year my nigga, we be the largest Felonies done with no charges [Hook] Beauty Jackson[Female voice sampled] Standing at the bus stop I heard a voice behind me saying: "Hi, baby" Ohh I just fell all apart inside Because I hadn't heard that voice in such a long time I turned around... [Ghost talking over sample] That's right y'all, y'all shoulda seen what I did So so pretty, so pretty - y'all hear how she sounds right? She sounds crazy right? Yes This what happened at the bus stop [Ghostface Killah] She turned around and this grown lady said hi I was quite stunned from the way she replied Peace, nice to meet ya, sweetie call me Tony Starks Ghost if you like ta, mind if I invite ya Over for some red wine, nice Barry White huh She pulled out a cigarette, hon here's a lighter Her voice was a slow jam, full length white mink Hella fine with a beauty mark on her right cheek When she spoke her smoke floated when it left her throat Spelled honey when she blew it out it turned to water word I was infatuated She put the perfume to her neck and sprayed it Plus the bottle was nickel plated It make a young girl steez yo feel outdated And know the married chicks shopping with they man's hated One stone on her finger was green, Maybelline Cover Girl lipstick, Plumb color fingertips Revlon face blush, oh-five-six shit The ashes was hangin off her stog' so she flicked it Damn, had to bundle up, I caught goosebumps Plus the windchill factor had dropped, here the bus come I never rush one, here take my number miss I live alone, her face fell when I dropped the chrome Damn, can I have YOUR number? {*bus pulls away*} Box In Hand[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, assorted flavor Clarks No doubt, it be the champ Yeah, curly head kid Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] From Gators to blazers, low fades and razors Big dick saloon, I contact the womb The Black Asian wrist location keeps circulating My wonder twin power activate shit on this nation Allah seen represent the gumby wintergreen Who walk mean stand up on your block and burn a bean Sip Ballantyne looking at that bitch wide behind The thing that's fucking up her grill is that swine Then turn around take my last pull off the L These niggas up the block keep looking at me well Do they want the jewel, It Ain't Hard to Tell I recognize a face, he acting like Denzel Fuck 'em, I want to check Mo for a chop Told him: bald on the sides, light fade, rough top Now it's a whole new ball game, strategic mind frame My dialogue's rebellious rain and reign supreme Glanced at a red light, seen Killah get on a ninja bike Show my love to the god, he peeled out and made a right {*Sound of speeding motorcycle*} [Chorus: Method Man] When you walking down your street with your box in your hand And you bringing the music of the Wu-Tang Clan And you hear Ironman on your radio, rapping Your feet start to dancing and your hands start the clapping [Verse 2: Streetlife] Street's running through your dance hall gunning Like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning slapping MCs with summons For pumping that watered down substance, peep this Slugs finger creeping, making moves like Crying Freeman Prince of Thieves, Earth third seed Heavyweight like Golden Fleece as homicide stroll the streets In blue Caprice and looking for thugs holding heat Inner city beef got me plotting trilogy To dispose enemies sneak attacks, I'm beyond and above that Seen that, done that–respect, black I catch a slug to your hardhat, lounging in the Everglades Surfing the airwave, catch a Buck-50 With the razor blade swiftly, Shaolin cats be shiesty Strictly drunk off the Irish whiskey [Chorus: Method Man] When you walking down your street with your box in your hand And you bringing the music of the Wu-Tang Clan And you hear Ironman on your radio, rapping Your feet start to dancing and your hands start the clapping [Verse 3: Method Man] Rest your headpiece on this one son, cough up a lung Sleeping on my murderous type ones'lI get you done I'm looking at these cutthroat kids and how they live It's like we was partners in spades and you renege Can't fuck with no nigga like that, he get me jack Or sent back, meaning whole life fade to black Whole 7 and a half, up right and roll tight Fool me once but can't fool me twice, I'm 25 To life on this mic device I'm nothing nice A mixture of long wild rice and Old Spice Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it Flip it, daddy long dick it, slide A little bit beyond twisted, mind in stitches You thought weak but meant wicked Niggas choke off my secondhand smoke, lifted Everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm Hit me with the 18 Bronze/Buddha Palm About to blow like Napalm, go for your arm Prepare for the warfare or buy a share Oh what the fuck we dealing with, yeah Johnny about to go there, need another year Bust a shot for my sons that didn't make it here Black Out[Intro: Lil Fame] Black out! Black out! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, ayo, these duffle bag niggas is lame hoes, I flame those Your papa should have left you as a stain on clothes I rock heavy metal, eighteen carats or better Blue Steel or Beretta, I'mma stack that feta Guacamole, my shit is fat, I call it Roly Poly Niggas is screamin' like, Damn Ghost holy moly The baddest bitches walkin' two steps behind me Cause the god's robes flaring out, shit I don't care about One false move on the kid, I'm airing out Dumpin', pellets be hop skip an' a jumpin' With the automatic shotgun, hand on the pumpin' Dum, dum, watch your whole body flop And wild the fuck out, I'm like a bull in the china shop Beasty, I can walk on cut glass, I bust ass Niggas better cover they face or get slashed Or see me an' ya granny in the yard gettin' trashed [Hook] Ayo back out, give em the whole thing, Black out Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black out Ayo back out, give em the whole thing, Black out Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black out [Verse 2: Lil Fame] I chant warrior songs for all my warriors gone Spit the blood, sweat, and tears, y’all just call it a song Yes I’m highly explosive, Yes I’m something ferocious Niggas fuckin’ with my nerves like multiple sclerosis Watch out, you’ll get your food ate Give em a buck and a half across the face and scrape the plate I lift your motherfuckin hood up like a mechanic And leave you layin for life in your hammock, god dammit This is marksman [Verse 3: Billy Danze] My niggas is prone to black out Double-handed out the Chevrolet until it max out Mo Ps is Gs, these niggas tap out Buck-a-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck, push your back out If you don't know what that's bout, pack up and stab out Make a decision or deal with conditions when I spaz out Unload, reload, unload, reload Hand 'em a couple more, and keep a couple for the road [Hook] Ayo back out, give em the whole thing, Black out Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black out Ayo back out, give em the whole thing, Black out Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black out [Verse 4: Pharoahe Monch] Pull out the ratchet, this is not rappity rap shit It's, liver then Super Fly saliva when the MAC spit That, raat, tip-tip-tip-tip-tip tap shit That you cannot stick the landing like Gabby Douglas when you backflip My Hammer Dance'll make y'all niggas do The Running Man '77 blackout, Berkowitz, Son of Sam Understand what you working with is WordPerfect The earth surface is most prolific circuit breaker break your circuits Ticket information, we blacks out Spontaneous combustion, instantaneous gentrification (blackout!) Poppin' your melon like Gallagher, you won't survive Psychopath with a silencer, my caliber is forty five Tumultuous tragedy, infamous, infamy These egregious statistics will increase exponentially Potentially, my brain is probably twisted This auto shotty lifted your body and dropped it like a molly Kid shit [Hook] Ayo back out, give em the whole thing, Black out Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black out Ayo back out, give em the whole thing, Black out Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black out The Black Diamonds[Intro: sample] I warn you shit face! I pick who I'm gonna bury next Say your prayers fast 'cause you're about to feel my arm in [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Freedom of speech, watch how I reach my potential I still know hunting for, dope tracks and instrumentals Travel the world, found black diamonds in the Everglades Fought Temptations, slap-boxed in The Devil's cage Globe Trotter, spot-rusher, I bust in your mouth like a Gusher It's Wu Tang motherfucker! I ain't mad , I cock My music in the chamber I'm God's gift; heard I was born in a manger Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you Leave you slumped on the chestboard found by a park ranger Burst of adrenaline, bungee jump off of the Verrazano I skydive in some sky-blue Ferragamo's In the streets heavy, my charms chunky You damn right I fuck fans And I keep the munchies [Break: sample] Guess you must be, the four dog fist champion (I've heard of this devil's kick, of course yeah Everyone knows in the Kung-Fu world It's a method that's never been defeated yet) Ha ha ha, and won't be I suppose I should warn you I've been given good money, to kill you [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Loose cannon Forty-deuce flicks to Paris, way back at the Palace Like Mike Harris Callous Fly nicest, metallic, bang mallets Fly your whole carriage to Paris The Black Pat Garrett Carats on Donna Karens Guys die trying to drive the McLaren Islamic, burn chronic out on the terrace Angelic body lie cold without spirit My finest hour, you sacrifice to a higher power Fly from the tower, I fly sour And buy powder, .40 cal give your pal a shower You shit in your new Calvin Klein trousers The night prowler, your life is ours Knife your Eddie Bauer, leave you Push up flowers You ain't counting chip-counters Niggas is pimps your bitch shouted The 650 get cloudy [Break: sample] You'll see! I'm a master now And whoever insulted you, pays with his life for this That I swear! I'll fight now (Okay, not bad) (Patience, you've not seen it all yet) [Verse 3: Killah Sin] Yo; gonna beef I don't discriminate We dudes black and blue, smack on crews Like they're food, taking space up On my dinner plate Depending on my mental state The mood that I'm in'll make me charge like a bull Pull the tool out and ventilate you Sinner taste you down Make your crown face your frown, full of Rounds from the pound that detonate when They penetrate Tell you always been a snake You don't move like I do Imitators hate the fact That they can't do what I do I'm mindful of my rivals, I can Smell em when they slide through Provide you my arrival, they won’t even get a side-view Won't know that life is over Til I'm standing right beside you It's not that I don't like you, motherfuckers I despise you. The other different pedigree Not cut from the same cloth, stay G'd up From the feet up, while your heart pump duck sauce I love it when they tough talk My guns love to bust off, but every time I squeeze they call police, they bus me up north Sinister the finisher, they label me a menace And got mad when I laughed at the judge During sentencing, not glorifying prison but I'm built tough for bidding It's survival of the fittest shit I live it every minute every hour to the second I'm gaining my respect Never catch the god in the yard Sharpening the weapons, got shooters On demand, new recruits for the Clan Sticking everything moving, more loot for the fam Ain't a damn thing changed, just say the name, bitch: Wu-Tang! Drama[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, where the fuck is that blunt at? Where y'all niggas hoggin' the shit, man? Two pulls of that shit—nigga start gettin paranoid and shh Get your fuckin, get your feet off my fuckin table nigga! Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on? Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin and shit nigga [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] It was the night before he got popped Big jars of haze, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot Tropicana strawberries diced bananas the long dookie fifth Next to the Town House crackers Madden on, 2008, a G a game I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat sunk deep Lil niggas bussin off they punk heat I'll make a massacre try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin that I don't wanna send nobody back, violate me, take a nap Promise you got something lord that will honor you Blow your lil head off while you're tying your shoe But back in the kitchen Pyrex's Occupied by the twins bank robbers with large records hard vests 86 got guards on Benetton rugbies and frames that fake guns when they rob ???? To them that's natural actual play the squib God we gettin at you And we don't want to rap to you It's not Kosher It's not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches come over Hoping you falll for the bait thinking you safe Had that ass sweating like T.D. Jakes I want the ones nigga you non believers you can ask your momma Now that's drama [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Dollar icy from papi with the scraper Glock with the laser Trying my best not to pop yet but the drop is major Shot my lil cuz I do my aunt the favor watch this I never been this itchy hope these cops just Get a doughnut urge and just splurge you bot he nerve to play third In a softball tournament round my way say that's your word you bird I'll put your beak on a curb but anyway Looks like a good game the pigs ain't leaving so I'm a lay Nice play just too bad it's your last Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the grass So watch the teams line up shake hands guess the games over Faggot nigga hopped in a Liberty fake Range Rover I'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40 Broad day I'm trying to dodge a cover story Look like he stopping for gass I'm a pluck him yay This had to be his most unlucky lucky day 2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in army wear and stand there Acting like my tires need air He closed the gas cap too many things going his way So I just stashed that you probably think I'm bugging but hey I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday he ain't going nowhere I went home switched gear went out and grabbed me a beer 10 drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper Look left and see partner I hit the stash blokka [Verse 3: Game] Who the fuck you think you is Ron O'Neal? Tat tat what the fuck when that 9 milli peel Is it real realer than Pitssburgh steel Yo Ghost pass the toast these niggas is daffodils Got buck naked bitches counting half a mil gloves on Fully dressed bitches watching them with they snubs on While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon Watching Rachel Ray all day I get my cake on Fiends love me like a Drake song Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long Black Wall Mafias Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos Niggas steady pushing Phantoms we don't see the opera Niggas steady rocking dreads you ain't even Rasta Take your New Era off and reveal The faggot nigga you are or your cap getting peeled Then we out to Brazil I know niggas in Negril That'd chop your fucking head off and throw it on a grill Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real Nigga we in the field like Chris Johnson It's 2010 how the fuck we get 6 Thompsons Top 10 how the fuck you gonna forget Compton Every rapper on your list'll get their shit stomped in I started soowoo I'm the reasaon for that 5 shit Came in the game on that fucking Ready to Die shit Sold 9 mil ended up with some fly shit Naked pictures R&B bitches all in my Sidekick How I be killin the pussy should be a hate crime Got a BlackBerry was getting too much FaceTime Back to fucking project bitches now I hate dimes All they want is money my nigga I can't waste mine I son niggas like it's day time Grey cotton Louis sweat suit with the Ralph Lauren waist lines Smooth as a baby's ass and I got that Baby cash Catch me in the hood same deals Old Navy had Motherfucker Shakey Dog Starring Lolita[Ghostface Killah] I had my eyes squinched up tryin' to get through the fog Pullin' up mad slow blunted, passin' police cars I saw one two three bodies Blood mixed with the rain ran through the gutter That's the work of a tommy But then I heard it was the work of a mami Spanish chick bad, about five six, long hair, red Jag Kinda bowlegged, Chanel sweatpants, she thick She love her some pussy, don't really give a fuck about dick That's when I got the call, yo Tone come to the shop Some fire jumped, chill I'm about to pull in the lot Lowered the tunes, pulled the Benz keys out the ignition Brushed the ashes off my blazer then finished my Guinness So then I walked in, seen the God shufflin' cards Spades game, it's goin' down, he lost a couple of yards Peace Lord, how your physical? [Raekwon] He upstate miserable Stressed, doin' a thousand sets But yo check the visuals I'm at this hotel in Queens Me and Charene getting' slow necked That's live, I couldn't finish the bean Gotta a phone call, seen the whole bitch face fall Dope fiend look like the bitch swallowed an eight ball They talkin' about killin' ya man's and them That kid from Staten, his jewels is tough, his robes is satin Yo that's my heart Tone; yea yea he killed the captain What nationality nigga? The kid was Latin It happened uptown, broad day, right in Manhattan I was shoppin' with my home girl, Leona with acne? But you know what, Flaco niece Lolita Flew in, she from Medellin, he deaded her uncle over them seventeen bricks Niggas ain't slick, niggas is dicks Y'all got beef for life now cause that bitch is a trick [Ghostface Killah] Ay yo fuck that, close the gate [Raekwon] And lower the shade Then a shot popped off [Ghostface Killah] Hit lil' bro in his fade And then I see him dropped his clippers [Raekwon] He dipped with the quickness It was Lolita black down yo [Ghostface Killah] With four other bitches She had a nasty hammer, fat ass [Raekwon] Her tits was bananas Yo the clip was ninety shot [Ghostface Killah] She lit up the cameras So then I bugged out, ran up the steps [Raekwon] Yo I got hit in the leg [Ghostface Killah] He shot back, hit one bitch in her breast Under the pinball game aimin' [Raekwon] It's foggy and rainin' [Ghostface Killah] My jewels is clangin' [Raekwon] Yo Tone tuck your chain in She shootin' like she wanted a payment Throwin' bullets like Joe Nameth, yellin' [Ghostface Killah] Yo it's all entertainment Where y'all girls at? Where ya'll pussies at? Thought y'all bang on Gaten Island? I killed three things on Staten Island (Guns firing) Take that! You fuckin' with me huh?! That's all you got babyyyyyy? Hold that! Motherfuckaaaaa! Yea! You on Staten Island now nigga! [Ghostface Killah] Now where the fuck is your brain at now ho? You fuckin' with me, brains is all over the wall like Velcro I fuck your pussy while you die slow Wake up! You cock suckin' ass maricon That's what you get for killin' Frankie (Police loudspeaker) Tony Starks, Tony Starks drop you weapons now Put your weapons down or we will shoot Ay yo Rae I got this I ain't surrenderin', they gon hang me You know what it do, yo I love you Say peace to my kids, say peace to my wiz I ain't goin' to jail Fuck it's on G, let's get...FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS! Save Me Dear* rapping over Freddie Scott's "(You) Got What I Need" [Intro: Freddie Scott sample (Ghostface Killah)] Uh... you got it (baby...) Uh... you got it (uh-huh) [Ghostface Killah] Her name was Kim, this light skinned girl from Shaolin Stood by my side when my world was caved in She cooked for me, fix me up, plus made me happy Every time she told me she loved me, I said, "no backsies" I was fucked up in the game, migranes No money in my pockets, all I had was a chain .45 stainless, it got so deep I threw the heat to my dome She said "If you shoot, you ain't the real Pretty Tone" Baby, come home, you not alone, be strong whether right or wrong Our bond is even more stronger when the light is gone Say, "Yo, Starks relax, you know I got the hot water runnin Baby, oil you down, pots in the oven" And my lovin'? It's gone when they style old fashion And, ah, don't worry bout that jam, you gonna smash 'em Boom bash em', your time has come Stay focused, keep it cool, you know I love you Love you too, babe, thank you [Interlude: beat break and Freddie Scott samples] Uh... (you out there) you got it (louder) [Ghostface Killah] The more I drowned, the more down he went As if to say, them other chicks wasn't meant When she came through, by every square inch possible Help the kid get on out, every obstacle Long talks at night, arguments and still try'nna solve Whether who is right, we mad tight And the way she never call the cops on a nigga's Got me, open, even more on her with her bangin' body My favorite sweetheart, cum, but don't ever stop Your love, give me every drop, you kiss get's me very hot Never felt feelings before, and felt so sure Every time you put it on me, I feen for more Think that's the reason why, can't leave, can't lie Look you dead in the eye Word to fuck up, like Ralph, baby, your the greatest I'mma sell my guns, and with the cash I'mma bring you to Vegas [Interlude: Freddie Scott samples] Uh... you got it I was drowning in the sea of love Going down for the third time You came and saved me dear (saved me) {Ghostface!} And all the sweet things you've been doing, I ain't never been used to 'em Don't ever stop them, dear (stop them dear) [Ghostface Killah] To all the ladies who love they man Though they fuck up, and you still let them back in Make some noise if you cook and you clean for 'em Out of love, doing juks for them To all my niggas who love a girl with good brains on 'em Bag 'em and get your name tattooed on 'em Kiss 'em in the morning, hold 'em, definitely show 'em We got our crab down, packed when it's time to mold 'em [Outro: Freddie Scott samples] Oh... oh.. oh... oh oh... Uh... (you out there) you got it (louder) I was down... thank you Iron’s Theme (Intermission)[Chorus] Wu Tang Clan Wu Tang Clan and Iron Man Lead us to the promised land And we will build upon this land Until we free all black man Iron man Lead us to the promised land Teach us how to raise our fam Through love and economic plan Living out Allah God plan [Bridge: RZA] Wu Tang Clan and Iron Man they were wise, they will lead us, they will lead to the promised land and we will fight, and we will build, we will build upon this land, and we will free the black man, and free the world over the family, and we will build, and we will teach of the word of Allah, and Allah is ONE, Allah is one, and we will teach and prove Allah is one and his word shall spread throughout the universe, and he shall strike down with a mighty force and dispose these devils to the pits of hell Me, Denny & Darryl[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Alright, there it go again Yo, yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, foreign cars, we coppin' em, hoppin' in with Glocks an' them Stick up kids on dead-end streets, we pop 'em first, we box 'em in Behind the wheel the driver's hittin' gas before the oxygen Tryna find whatever hoes that he can tie a sock up in To stop the bleedin', lotta reasons, lotta goons, they wanna eat The money pop a lotta shit, the stick-up game is outta season First time I scoped 'em out in front of subways eatin' pizza He didn't even peep us This is practice, thuggin' with free access Original hitmen, born shooters that wear glasses Guns that stop traffic, ain't afraid to blast it, bitch This is Iraq iron, not plastic We hogtie, duct tape, take long drives You in the trunk, balls-out naked, you gon' die Any place on God's green Earth you gon' fry Night-night, ya goin' to bed, but not to the Stuy [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Ayo, hempty-dimp, I love rice and shrimp (Uh huh) If I can't catch the plane then I'm catchin' the blimp (Yeah) Told brown-skin, "Yeah, you can call me a pimp" But I'm the real orphan of rap, I got lost in the pack The streets had me trapped, I ain't know where I was at Weeded in saucy black jeans, jewelry glossy Early in the mornin', toast and coffee (Word) You can't off me, your wack flows suck and exhausts me (Hey) I got New York heat, 'bout to fuck a chick shortly (C'mon) I'm bowlegged with dogs, can't none of y'all walk me Honeys love me, follow me everywhere, stalk me I'm good with the hoop, ten hut, my army tense up You can't inch up, don't even flinch up Honeys get wet and they panties be all drenched up I'm comin' off the bench like I'm blowin' the bench up Black crown, black apparel, black nunchucks 36 is hard to kill, we put a fence up Armored tank, Masta Killa shit, black Benz truck [Verse 3: Method Man] Cauliflower wallabees, turkey legs, collard greens Dollar dreams, if I'm not the T'Challa then what kinda king Am I? My persona, man, it's nada, this is not a thing Island got Italians, load the Talons and then bada-bing Make 'em sing, this is not Sopranos, y'all, don't make a scene Making cream, how I make it up without the Maybelline? Can' with the laser beam, your favorite team's Not the playground to play around with, just try and take a swing Yadamean? It's not a seesaw battle Not the bridge you wanna travel 'Cause your life expectancy on the Verrazzano is narrow Just me, Denny and Darryl Just before my hand cock you can see the Smith on the barrel Hit the gravel, forever be in my shadow Rather be up in the saddle than up the creek with no paddle Key to the city, judge, throw away the gavel Since the game got pretty it don't go with my apparel Yolanda’s House[Ghostface Killah] Ay, yo, I'm skinned up, Nike's is scuffed Still buggin' earlier around four how I escaped the bust The way I fell cracked the face of my watch My mans chantin' me on like "Run son! Don't go up in the spot" Jettin' through bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out Dogs is barkin' all you hear is the car's sirens I'm tryin' to think and toss the iron Bomb in my sweats got me runnin' funny, you think I'm lyin' May God strike me if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath The weed got me paranoid, my heart's poundin' through my chest Tryin' to focus up and make progress That's what I get for slingin' in them projects Next thing you know I'm in this bitch's crib chillin' Told her my story and like this I had her legs in the ceiling Cookin' me fries, fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits While she doin' this, the bitch still slidin' on lipstick Now I got the fat stomach on, she crackin' a dutch I'm playin' with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck Like come here miss lady wop, where you put the condom box? She finished off the last one, oh shit I hear the cops Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed her white Yorkie Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs want revenge like Porky's So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the door Like ooo I seen my man Meth goin' in raw So he jumped up balls out, hid in the closet I'm dyin' laughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet!" [Method Man] ...and let me put my drawers on, nigga what kinda dope you on? Shoulda knocked before you came in the spot, Ghost you wrong Bustin' in here on that government shit Got this chick screamin' grabbin the sheets tryin' to cover her tits She's asthmatic and you laughin' son I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin tryna grab the gun 'Cause shit's real man, you spazzin' dun There comes a time in a man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run You know we family like Crack and Pun But Mr. GFK, state your business after that, be one Now can it be that you hot, lord? You did some shit on the block that the cops tryna lock you for? Can't believe you blowin' the spot, lord My chick is buggin', she trippin' My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers Now I'm caught up in the drug sting Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner we on Can't understand it, it's a thug thing And in the middle of thought, I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon [Raekwon] I need my money Meth, gonna buy them hundred birds Tell Tone get at me, all them little clients want work He know we fresh out, tell the kid meet me, matter of fact beep me Word to mother lord, son he got me hurt You still fuckin' shorty? I knew it The big mouth broad that be yolkin' my balls out Her little brother wanted two bricks You know the nigga licks, a Maybach on twenty-six All he do is get money, hustle, he's a dick He told me foul shit, wild shit That nigga wear a lot of loud shit, no that Steve Rifkind style shit Hit me with some other talk, him in New York They robbed the Venezuelan niggas, stabbed his son with a fork That was Jesus' rooster's little niece, little nooses Father's homeboy, that's the kid who gave us a boost He gave them things on the arm, said for us to be calm And if some beef pop off, go ahead and ring the alarm The Forest[Intro: Raekwon] I see buds that are green, red roses too I see the blunts, for me and you And I say to myself, what a wonderful world.. [Hook: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] It's the illest little story for all the girls and boys Wonderland you should see it, ch-yo Animated actors that become ya toys Once you see it, don't believe, ch-yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, my wiz play the flute, I stroll through the forest like Peace, bushes, trees, hello, how was your day? Have you seen the prince? Haven't seen him since he pushed Humpty Da-Dumpty fell off the fence The Smurfs fell out laughin', Heckle told Jeckle at min They took my Medicaid card, he's a good friend Bugs still sniffin', Daffy Duck snitchin' And heard that crazy Bird took the stand on The Simpsons Bet you "my golly, oh glory" with a story to tell Droopy got knocked, now he Muslim in jail His name is Abdrul, Colorful, Snow White tattoo She used to send him mad flicks in Cash Rule And the cat too, old girl who's clackin' her shoes And that wicked witch broke her broom, clappin' at Scoob It happens every night, I seen it, shoot outs in Jellystone Park Kermit had the whip, he did from the narcs They bagged Woody, Shaggy shot dead in his hoodie Tweety did the Bird, "I thaw, I thought I thaw a putty" Ghost, please you don't even want to know Droopy Long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go... Ricochet Rabbit had a habit, he was savage Bruto slapped, Magoto slapped out his glasses backwards Magilla used to come to class wit rachets He was known in the hood, plus good for his classics Slashes, blast four-fifths, diamond cut, hollow point tips Big Boy bustin' out his corderoy fix Eleven, way beyond is little boy fit Magoo, he gon' catch him at the teachers' conference So later that week durin' open school night Everybody there, saw open school fight Blows is big, Olive Oil was pissed The wolf was too, they murdered one of the pigs He said, "What great big heat you have" He replied, "Fuck my gun I'll eat you fast" He said, "What great big teeth you have" "Mothafu- you better look at all the beef you have" [Hook: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] It's the illest little story for all the girls and boys Wonderland you should see it, ch-yo Animated actors that become ya toys Once you see it, don't believe, ch-yo [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] After that though, Jerry, Tom's the cat, Ruther Rats Riff Raff, courageous cat, Jossie and the Pussycats Porky Pig ripped shag, Elmer Fudd's double snub cartoon gat Had sat in the back of the Hat, the hippos had O's Wilma had fucked Johnny Bravo Richie had his shit snatched then yapped at a live show That bitch dollar boated yo, Astro screamed on Dino That's what he gets for ass-betting Snoopy C-low Goofy had kilos, big hole in his nose, wind blows Heard he was Moe, and showed how he rolled Peter Pan's the man, he heard Grammy was blood-ed She shot Ms. Piggy, she's superior on her set Pippy Long Stocking had it poppin' Her and Barney had an army out in pink house, the shit was rockin' Guess who got rich and bounced? Scrooge McDuck, he had an ounce Ain't no money out in CandyLand, we out... Dogs of War[Intro: Ghostface Killah & (movie sample)] Just keep away (just keep away Go on, it's not your fight!) It's not yours nigga, fall back I'm about to blow something out here Straight up, yeah, this is a family thing We gon' handle our business and shit These muthafuckas know not to come around here like that This is real shit, real talk Four different niggas, with four different aspects, nigga This is family shit Who the fuck said family ain't family no more, nigga? This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya wallet [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, I'm talking bags of heavy coke, bracelets on every men Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins Indeed, we smack niggas up for their cheese Throw bleach in yo face, got beef, let it be chuck The streets don't know my peeps Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowing niggas off they feet With four-four gloves, rims spinning, tippin' on fo-fo's My mouth be worth millions, something like Paul Wall's Ladies look out; they ain't thugs, they homo's The film look hyper, when I clap 'em in slo mo' Ya'll still paying the mob? We whip niggas out like waffle batter Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds Discussing our hits over a glass of scotch Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat Think not, we still run the trains, til the condom pop On the low, we still fucking them cops Pretty things from all precints, friday nights, we holding they Glocks This is family, nigga, niggas can't stand me Next up, my little man, I hand you the jammy [Verse 2: Sun God] You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is S.I.N.Y., where the animals live Ass bet, niggas run in yo cribs I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig I'm like "Damn, what a wonderful kid" I could do what I want, doing dirt, not serving a bid You know a real fam handle they biz, everybody get searched From the grandpops, down to the kids And my time, I'm officially here, tell ya man Go and start up ya car, start shifting the gears Sun God got the pits for his ears, cuz niggas is scared Hoping I don't let it blow in they ribs I said hot, niggas get robbed non stop Once the gun cock, niggas strip down to they socks And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop Believe it or not, you and ya man is close targets Juks everything, dice games, mini markets Fam gon' spark it, I'mma take whatever's in the pockets Mostly the cash and the wallet, slide off the jewels Cuz you shining, begets and the diamonds Never deny niggas with iron... YO! [Verse 3: Raekwon] Aiyo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew We can smoke, all in the halls It's how many niggas with guns, got 'em on All tip top, cling to the fullest, mad bullets This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods Get the paper, word to everything, we a acre up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothing A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money To lay up on the low, swinging beamers I need to be an actor, but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead All of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers So much beef in these whoppers Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers What? What? The family remains, cuz it's grain It's automatic, I live it and I claim it It's real, come around here, you bought here Yo, lay that half tape, then you will get wrapped real quick [Verse 4: Trife da God] Aiyo, we hug the block on President's Day Slinging all year round, gettin' that money the American way Might run up in yo wedding, grab the reverand and spray And let the shots fall wherever they may This is family, nigga, minus the mob ties The resurrection of Toney Starks & Trife Dies', starring in Part 5 Niggas'll rather die when they're pride's in question Try'nna play hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions Look you staring in the eyes of oppression, that's why I ride with protection Extended clips, super sizing my weapons Five eleven, keep the heat tucked That'll burn a hole thru ya stomach like acid reflux Get buried in ya cheap tux' We make it hard for you niggas to keep up Been thru a hundred towns, and running, beating the streets up Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumping At a table, breaking bread like a family [Verse 5: Cappadonna] Florida, where we follow the code of the streets and Breaking the beats and, we taking the eats Never the least, we invading the streets Shaking the beast, we familiar for life We don't run, we grab knives, my double edged spit life My dogs is real tight, shooting the dice Some of my fam might snatch ya ice Got family that go to church, come back like you don't work Got family that'll set you up, got family that chill, wanna spark the dutch Wizard my fam, that stuck you up, I got fam that'll fuck you up Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck Osama Island, we been wilding, see the violence We display talent, respect balance, nigga, Shaolin Slept on Tony[Intro: unknown male] Never under estimate Tony Stark [Hook: female singer (samples)] You done slept on Tony "Tony Starks!" "Ironman!" You done slept on Tony "Yo, before that, I was getting it on" You done slept on Tony "Tony Starks!" "Ironman" You done slept on Tony "I was getting it, getting it, getting it on" [Ghostface Killah] Yo, when they kidnapped your boy, and forced me to do evil I created an iron suit, to protect my people Escaped, bound to be Ironman the great The billionaire Tony Starks'll renew your fate Built Stark Towers, throw the biggest events Got liquid, armor, I can paint all dents Keep a few bad chicks, I ain't your average hero Movie premieres, catch me wit Denzel and De Niro Six six eleven gold, playboy industrialist Face of a ghost, mind of a technologist Specialist, modern day speech slang therapist Specialize in weapons, I can blow off terrorists So, so don't sleep big homey Real recognize and I can see you phoneys My weak heart can't take it, got a life long sentance Boy genius grown up, and I fight with a vengeance [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I got steel toe wallies when I glide on stage And my heart gently weeps in an iron ribcage Punctured by metals, replaced by elements My enemies hunt it like a tusk on the elephant Extraordinary, hiding my dual identity Anthony Stark, call me Ton', the top pedigree Multi-billionaire, military contractor Crushing my opponents, with the strength of a compactor Ex-factor, I turn liquids to metals Water to wine, I turn dirt into rose petals Greatest man walking, blow a bottle of Goose Gold-plated iron armor, to Versace suits I'm so elegant, scientifically intelligent My lawyers won the case, I won't take the settlement Money's irrelevant, I need heat to energize We taking over the planet, Stark Enterprise [Hook] [Outro: unknown male] Once again, Tony Stark, infinite finesse Stopped the planet, and destroyed an indestructable track The Hilton[Intro: Raekwon] This nigga just bought eleven machine guns And he brought them in my crib [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] Glittered out, stout face, tec, Rae up in the Hilton Heard Nia Long is in the building Penthouse fashion, ordered out room service It looked bugged cause the waiter looked nervous Lift off the lid, seen two shiny .38's aimed at the kid, what I do, duck! Rae up in the shower singing, son don't know that it's real Coming looking like he about peel something In a tight jam, red down, matching like Santa If I could just reach my hammer He bust two shots, I played mice Ran to the spot where the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice That's when Rae ran out of the back Towel on, soap on his arms, spint duke around, fell on my lap Yo, what the fuck happened? It was a set up to get wet up Starks you're bleeding Nah, his blood fucked my white leather up Ten G's down the drain Yo hurry up, we got to get him up Get the sheets son, let's fix him up Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is near the light switch Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt, find my ices The hit came quick, hit the jack, star six Ghost Put down the phone stupid, wipe off your prints Rae ran hysterically, slipped on soap Landed on his back with his gat, now that's dope We got three minutes, nobody seen shit, somebody might have heard shit Singing on some Martin, where my momma bird shit Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock Everything all right? Party here, sir, balloons popped Threw this dude under the bed A half dressed Raekwon, swallowing diamonds Had money in juice up on his wedding day The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, wifey hitting me What you want sweetie, lima beans and kidney Trashed the beeper, slowly I reached for the reefer Throw a Costa, peep oh son the house keeper Soap suds dripping from his nuts, cut up gut Praying how me make it out the telly untouched [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer Caught up in the grimy shit Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer A Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer [Verse 2: Raekwon] Ayo, the pressures on, sonny got murk, it's time to move fast Ayo, Deini it's on, check out the news flash Flew out the next day, back to the Tony estates Blew on the first class flight to L.A It ain't take long, I pulled a few strings on the horn So where it came from? That nigga we stuck and took the caine from We should have killed him when we had him Yo I was holding a Magnum Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago She move his cargo, good at handling Roscoe's We had our eyes closed, God, we should have seen it coming He should have seen me coming, running out the showers gunning Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song Dawned on me later on, by then the day was gone How dare this nigga even think that he could take us on Smoke the Cee Allah, sent the kite through the Pens Him and Big Dan, known to split wigs, with razor sharp gems Giants from Attica riots, Halls is quiet CO's with babies on their arms look tight And this nigga from down state got shipped up north Stocky young fella, running his jibs on how he set it off Then heard that shit, plus got that kite Money got murdered in his bunk that night [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer Caught up in the grimy shit Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer A Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer Blood on the Streets[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo!, Gas Mask down It’s revenge mode I gotta level my levels So I don’t explode Gotta stay focused Put on the Killah face Figure how to get em’ all in the same place Plot thickens, it’s all about the strategies I look down in my bag and see a stack of cheese Start making calls, buying artillery Landmines and shit, niggas is killing me Aiming for the block where all the magic happens Call 911 report a kidnapping… [Verse 2: AZ] Fuck a Glock Hundred shots from the ooo-wop Let’s bring it back to them blocks off the new lots Who a cop, nigga? I started from the shoe box You grew a lot But I schooled you how to do drops In my tube socks spraying from the rooftops 92’ props Banging for my blue tops It’s me and you Ak , Biggie verses 2Pac You forgot I’m the one who let you rock Yellow brick squares yeah Nigga I’m the wiz here Can never fear Fuck boy you just live here Kill your kids here, put you in a wheel chair And leave you there with that ice grill stare Tony You know you know me The one and only The ruler of Eukanuba Do my dirt all by my lonely Motherfucker It's me nigga! You know that work I put in! You really feeling yourself! Should've stayed gone, motherfucker! [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Raj came quick Like he’s suppose to I’m going postal Caught a gang member - Blew him bi-costal Brains all over the block - it’s hot Crooked cops running up in the game to see my plot They about to meet in the street where the bomb’s set Detonate like a war vet and jet Duck behind cars, Blowing ARs Glock 9s poppin, Bodies droppin’ I’m taking out knee caps - Anyone standin' Perfect timing, Perfect plannin' I’m filling funeral homes and graves It’s no surprise GFK the only one to survive! You know what I mean? Cause when the real kids come at you, nigga it's over Run (Remix)[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Psst Yo (Yo) Yo, yo (Yo, it's 5-0) Yo, we gotta run [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayy, yo, I jumped from the eighth floor step, hit the ground The pound fell, cops is coming Runnin' through them pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin' Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summons So I stopped at the second floor, ran across, cracks is fallin' My pockets is mean, clean when I vanished off Took off, made track look easy The walkie talkies them DT's had, black, they was rated PG Run, I will not give up (No) Quick, flag the car down (Yo, yo, yo) Take me to— "Ghost, here they come now" Err, peel off quick Back up, hit the bitch Dog, turn down Hill, light the Marley spliff (Run) I will not get bagged on the rock (Run) I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops (Run) They amp shit, plant shit, destroy evidence Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty-six (No) Die with the heart of Scarface, it take fifty licks Before I let these crackers throw me in the shit Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, threw the bird Hop curb, swerve or get swerved These cocksuckers got nerve Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word That I told the chief on Rich Port, "I don't wanna merge" [Verse 2: Raekwon] I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest I had to break free Police on me and they FB's Yelling, "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze" That's when I hit the window, Indo' coming out the back room Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me Cab just missed me Plus the Gucci frames fell, that's six-fifty Stop back at suite, then leap the fence, slid through my man garden Yelled out, "Pardon", kept it moving, peace Bill be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmesan cheese And I won't stop moving 'til the metal dig me Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, y'all need me That's when it is what it is, if it's that or the gun But in the ill gangsters' book, what them niggas do is [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Run, if you sell drugs in the school zone Run, if you gettin' chased with no shoes on Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns They givin' out life like by the tons Run, if you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip So, run, hop fences, jump over benches When you see me comin', get the fuck out the entrance Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns [Interlude: Jadakiss & Ghostface Killah] Ah-hah I might gotta take my shirt off (Yeah, kid) I liked that one (Uh-huh, go in, go in) Yeah, uh [Verse 3: Jadakiss & Ghostface Killah] It's Task Force Tuesday, the narcs is in the black car (Uh) I got five hundred hundred-packs in my backyard (Uh-huh) Clear twelve-twelve that look like stuff shells I'm cuttin' niggas' throats on the sales while they puff L's (Wow) Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything I learned from the OG's to save everything (Save everything) They come by one more time, they gon' hop out They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out Then I can get rid of the pack But I just copped this pretty chrome thing so I'm dippin' with that Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me (Run) Besides that, I got about five years on me (Run) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me (Run) My Timbs start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me (Run) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Thruway My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up and my pants too If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets than jail where I die at And I'm asthmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at But they too close, and I got this new toast Imagine if I would have let off a shot or two You know what I gotta do [Verse 4: Freeway] Free hold East Coast whole, Boston to Philly down Down to Delaware, y'all really toting the milli' 'round I'll bring the milli' to your house I was just down South Carolina, had the milli' down there Myrtle Beach, had the heater in reach and four freaks Some hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard Freedom of Speech Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon But before I left the premise, saw two more bitches They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom (Okay) I did (Okay), and then we went zoom Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness? I'm buggin', I'm trippin', in reality, I'm skitzin' The cops got me trapped in the alley with the Smith and (Gang) [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Run, if you sell drugs in the school zone Run, if you gettin' chased with no shoes on Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns They givin' out life like by the tons Run, if you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip So, run, hop fences, jump over benches When you see me comin', get the fuck out the entrance Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns (Motherfucker) [Interlude: Lil Wayne] D-Boy, yeah, yeah Birdman Junior in your building, people I'ma let you know how it go down on my side of the mountain, whoadie (Yeah) [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Ayy, it's jump out Thursday, you heard me? And the drought been effective since 9/11 I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two-time felon That's why I keep the top up on my 911, peelin' In New Orleans, they got no RICO law So I keep that heat in the car But they don't know I got that 'dro in the seat of the car But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow Ayy, Ghostface, them youngins on the block duckin' blue and red lights While your boy bypassing fed life But if them cock suckers ever get me, dead right Three hots in the cot, swallow weed and a knife, right? I speed at night, take it easy in the day Go hard wit the dope, take it easy wit the yay Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up But if the pull up come, I say, my crew run, run, run [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Run, if you sell drugs in the school zone Run, if you gettin' chased with no shoes on Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns They givin' out life like by the tons Run, if you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip So, run, hop fences, jump over benches When you see me comin', get the fuck out the entrance Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Motherfucker-ker-ker-ker Buckingham Palace[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Hunnid Gs Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity Long dick ya chick like my rap's longevity Colder than a glass of ice cubes I got 'em all in bad moods, stompin' on shoes, I never lose I don't give a fuck about how you're feelin' Got the roof on fire, legs to the ceilin' Sexual healin', we throw on that Marvin Gaye shit Got two black burners, that'll melt your facelift Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast My clan bring heat like the summer, check the forecast We kamikazes, microphone aeronautics We bounce off promoters like West Coast hydraulics Narcotics, we keep a stash in the gun box Right near the mask and the wig are the fake dreadlocks Bumboclaat, box of ammo in the pocket It's all fun and games 'til your eye's hangin' out your socket [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face [Verse 2: 38 Spesh & B.E.N.N.Y. The Butcher] Hey yo, I got a problem with authority Lawyers handle problems accordingly They actin' like they pops wasn't callin' me I gotta make sure my corner eat Over the stove pot leaned to the side like I'm pourin' tea Black man in a foreign V, emblem on the door and seats Either you a hustler or a thief All I needed was a quarter ki' In the corner, me and my dawg regulated like Warren G Sold it hot, but I bought it cheap Got it from Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek Huh, borrowed your bitch for a week She hold my guns and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee You talk slick, but can't afford to be And we don't call it beef until I'm sendin' hits where your daughters be Step on work with foreign sneaks Everything foreign so my bitch look like Kimora Lee [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face [Verse 3: KXNG CROOKED] Yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle, pop pop! The nozzle is the nostril of the Roscoe, pop pop! Possibly I'm comin' across as hostile You could be double-crossed by your apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side Blowin' in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside Ran up in the stash spot when I heard my connect died His wife is Columbian, got Columbian neck tied I went from roaches in the cereal to flowin' the most ferocious in your stereo But culture vultures don't hear me though Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal While bitches out here with a burnin' bush like the Moses miracle Why the fuck would I touch a thot with some gonorrhea? I give her the hammer, I call it a blammer, that's onomatopoeia Go look it up, you don't read books enough That's why Crooked's up in your Mamma Mia, I'm a G, nigga (I'm a G, nigga) Paragraphs of Love[Ghostface Killah] Her face glowed like I was exposed to sunlight She's happy, her hair, toes and nails is done right The smell of her fragrance, baffled my nostrils I can see through her eyes, she's feeding on the impossible She blushes, as I kept splashing her compliments Polite thank yous, is all around, she crush the mints Developments, smooth keys from the piano Changed the mood, like we changed the channel This is art, Picasso, I got him beat in the flesh I'm staring at beauty, Nefertiti, herring bone in the chest Yes, everywhere she step, went off like a flare gun Stilettos on, parquet floors Miss thing, she's a fierce one, two and three Bad little mama, she built like Alicia Keys No façade, her strut is hard, based on books by Intelligent jail crooks, writing to let the time fly She dropped the bracelet, I kneeled down Prestigious gentleman, with my right hand, I picked it up I stood up, to the cutest eyelashes, as I gave her, her jewels back Miss thing started rubbing her gut Excuse me, are you pregnant? Not to be rude But if it means anything, I can get you some food Cheese crackers, in the back there's sautéed shrimp [Estelle] Nah, I never free lumps, I'll be as big as a blimp See my due date is January, my first, and it's kinda scary It's only June, and Christmas, I'll be getting married And I'm happy, excuse me, what's your name [Ghostface Killah] Tone Starks [Estelle] Peace, I'm Gabby, well I gotta go, my husband is waitin' [Ghostface Killah] But before I go, can I give you one last statement You the most beautifullest queen, I ever seen And I would love to have a thing like you, on my team, you take care [Refrain: Vaughn Anthony & Estelle] Any other day, I would of just let you, pass me by Cuz I see you got situations And I've got mine, but baby its OK It's alright, I'm not gonna let you pass me by Cuz this was love at first sight Cuz this was love at first sight It's OK [Vaughn Anthony] You can tell he must be on a mission Because my heart has made it's decision As soon as you stepped in my peripheral vision I fell in love, sweet love And no infatuated 3D glasses to see That your the one I need And the situation don't matter to me Cuz this is love, it gotta be love Love at first sight [Refrain 2X] Be Easy (Remix)[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy, niggas run around With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's In the house, put the record on replay [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Colorful kicks in my closet like Baskin-Robbins Central Park killings, stab niggas while they jogging No shirt on, whilin' like I sniffed the eight At the ball game, jumped down and stole the base Some muthafuckas said it was bass Silly me, thought it was a 12 by 12 inch Colombian snowflake Mob Jacob slow cut 8 six, the semi have Niggas running like Forrest when he broke his braces, pa Scold a nigga like a pile of hot chocolate Before I eat her, I belong on a bitch cartridge Niggas kill me potraying that hard shit Shove his face in the dirt like an ostrich On some mob shit, no talking, like we resolve shit Stretch a nigga out like an enlarged dick That's one for you, one-two for me I'm hoggin' and shit, y'all muthafuckas best to be easy [Interlude: Ice Cube] The pyroclastic flow, you know the side, bitch You know the side, bitch, huh, ah [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Fuck you, if you don't think I get money I get it all day, standing in the hallway On broadway, bitches wanna call O'Shea Over to the car, but ho, I'm the superstar Get your ass out, fuck if you pass out Walk over to ya man, pull the cash out Put it in my hand, watch a nigga mash out Walk back to your car, with your ass out Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down wit Ghostface I'm a killa, wit that chrome all in ya face Blow ya face back, turn you into a ghost Hit you like Kenny hit Casper on the post West coast, ya ho, ya gotta love it It's Ice Cube, yea, bitch, I got it covered I got a movie for ya kids, a dick for your bitch A four-five slug for your wig They wanna put me out the league like Terrell Til they CD smokin' double barrels Ice Cube, will fuck off movie money Then serve you on the mic, and make whitey feel funny [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... what's happpening New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight ("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry") Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go! Yo! Yo! [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy, niggas run around With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's In the house, put the record on replay [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em You just mad cause I'm hittin' your sister You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup We mind seat up, so take our picture I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga You know what I mean, it's about to pop off! Ya'll niggas clear the fucking floor Get the fuck out the way, come on! [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy, niggas run around With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's In the house, put the record on replay [Bridge: Trife Diesel & Ghostface Killah] Yo, it's Tone in the building (the teams in the building) Niggas wanna beef (what up, what up, what up) We packed to the ceiling (we constantly chilling) We can cause (we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut) [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now Yes, my birthday, landed in may, now Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like deja vu Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo Ahh, you bitch niggas better listen up Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up They try to save you, swear to God, I hit the nurse up Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a hearse truck" I tried to ignore it, his people saw it I ain't the type of dude you go to war with My polo gun yo, will crack the floor shit When the heat's on, you know I draw it I had his number down, Toney just called it [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, that's right I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight How y'all like that shit? You know what I mean? You really run New York This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker! Josephine[Intro: Ghostface Killah] God's woman... what's going on? I know things seem messed up sometime You stressed out and you can't handle the situation Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance And you don't know what to do... but stay strong And keep in mind that he always loves you... It's what it is... that's right sugar love Come on... [Hook: Willie Cottrell] Josephine, the times are getting tough Seems to me... you just won't get enough The rain, won't wash away, your sins... You'll be here, to do them all over again... [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain The monkey on her back is now a gorilla Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her The clinic didn't help (nope) she just another young black woman Destroying her pretty image and her health Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen? I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching [Hook] [Trife Da God] She wakes up, with an urge to get high Everyday, the same routine, needing a morning fix to get by So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle Tie a sock around her arm and start shooting up the diesel Having flashbacks, screwing some dude up in his hatchback The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack A regular John, she met him through Tom She passed out with the syringe still stuck in her arm Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her damn mind From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed with AIDS Lost her appetite, hardly slept in days Now it's too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked around With the wrong penis, contaminated with diseases Two months pregnant, carrying around her fetus But they found her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the cleaners [Hook] [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Josephine, what's wrong, baby? Come on... [Ghostface Killah] Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl? Her little baby's all doped up, strung out on the world Try'nna make some quick cash for a hit of that stash Listen, baby, you growing up much too fast Uh, this goes out to every project and every ghetto For those getting high, using drugs on every level Living your life, day and night, getting stoned You better leave those drugs alone, feel me? [Willie Cottrell] Up all night, under the party lights Same old popping and party hopping All of your so called friends, are leading you down the wrong road Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya I'll be your leaning pole when you're falling down I'll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later) The Watch[Singer] Tony for mayor.. (x4) [Ghostface Killah] Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish Jaws is Cris', valor stopped at the wrist Watches involved, talk to me Trick Daddy I liked the way you tilt ya hat up in that Caddy Son, can't believe you the most slept on Took a break since the Cuban, niggas lookin' like you just repped wrong You done slipped down a bid, got caught with the hammer Steal banners, medical examiners, clocked live hammers For real, you a live nigga, rock the five in ya slippers Like them other five guys in ya picture Come on, watch, I'm the star of the show, so blow dem Mothafucka, you ain't blew in three years Son of a bitch, that's why I rock the big shit Don't forget who you is, nigga, you my little shit I will crush you to pieces, stop ya heart from tickin' And you mad cuz you a older clock, couple rocks missin' And my writin', the band, you can say it's ice flight-nin' You don't like him, do you? You wanna fight him In fact, I should've put you back, relaxed on the stones And copped ya two-thousand leather shit, snow cones A bowl of milk almost killed you, ah, you almost drowned in my Pops I brought another box, I'mma keep it real with you And I'mma murder you if ya bitch-ass get on my nerves again [Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)] Yo, Ghost, you'se a funny nigga Turn on the radio, all you hear is X and Jigga Haha, you vexed, nigga? No airplay (bet my gat spray) Yeah, that's hearsay You spray hairspray and up North, nigga, you ain't gettin' jailplay (How you know?) Yo, it's obvious, clear as day [Ghostface Killah] Hold on, let me park my shit, let me find out this nigga barkin' and shit I'm a Don of this shit, and you know that shit I wrote with Golden Arms is a hit My Wallos show off, go off like an alarm in the six Drapped in yellow and I'm still poppin' My movie life in the hood is like an ill doctrine Beat trial with a legal aide, fuck Cochrane And if it's on I might blow you if I'm boxed in.. {*echoes*} [Break: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)] Yo, yo, yo, what you doin', man? Yo, man, chill out, man (Don't even worry) I'm just fuckin' with you, man Why you.. (OK) Come on, son We can't.. don't depart us like this, son Come on (I'll destroy you) Come on, man (You pop too much shit) Come on, man, I'm just tellin' you time (I ain't a-like that, you know who brought you) Nigga, I'm just fuckin' with you (Bye!) [Singer] Tony for mayor.. {*repeats to fade*} [Outro: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] Yo, let me tell y'all mothafuckas somethin' (Shoot one of those niggas, Lord) We could battle for belts, ice (Type shit) Whatever the fuck you want to do Let me tell y'all somethin' This the Theodore Unit, mothafucka We takin' the bait of this shit That's word to my momma, man (Staten Island, nigga, what, nigga?) Coke, spoon throwers (Get ya money right) (Gotta know how real do this) Slew-footed mothafuckas, I pop all y'all niggas Y'all niggas is fucked, straight up We back in here now, mothafuckas It's the fuckin' Unit, you heard That's the Theodore Unit Y'all mothafuckas better recognize Aight? That's my word (Yeah, nigga, yeah) Killa Lipstick[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yeah... we gon' get high to this (The world's crazy, son yeah.. you know) We gon' get high to this (just something about her) My girl's a killa, my girl's a killa (You know, her bag was always heavy, everytime I been around it) We gon' get high to this (and diners, and restaurants, I don't know) Yeah... yo... [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smell Was it Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight Chanel Her face belongs in a Luther video, Never Too Much The way she smile, her face look pretty, though Hands is soft, feet, no calluses Her father owned six Palestine palaces Laying out in New York, plush villas in Vegas Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the latest So I, pause the smooth talk, made her a drink Blew her a kiss, as I sat down, she smiled and winked Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, slid ya boy to the bedroom Popped the suitcase, I'm in the lead room This check was loaded, equipped, with fifths Porcelain handles with horse back kicks, whispered "You know what, Ghost, I do hits" But niggas get fooled By the sexyness, I'm a real gritty bitch [Hook: Method Man] Killa Lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hitlist She killing the game, cuz she the business Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness Killa, I call you Killa cuz you slay me Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this baby Killa Lipstick, k-k-killa [Ghostface Killah] Yeah, this white chick from L.A., she smelled like Downy Had her best friend named Jade, from Rockland County Double cokeheads who love cartoons, type chicks who eat pussy Listen to Prince and play with they wombs Flight attendant out of Delta Airline, get money girls Travelled the world, only one did jail time Jade, her father's a judge, same nigga in the O.J. case When he tried on the glove, but uh, in this scenario, four A.M The bars closed, now we at it again Drunk nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit, he's past lit Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue steel ratchet Didn't even say shit, she blasted, barrel smoking Shot the Henny out his hand for laughing These are my bitches, Nancy and Jade Natural born killas be letting they guns blaze... god damn! [Hook] [Masta Killa] Look she tired of the same old basic, let's face it This is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping it Anywhere, I'm taking it, she loving how the gangsta flex This is thug sex, Iking it, nasty talk As she liking it, spanking it, she biting the sheets She's a freak, my view from the embassy suites Is off the beach shore, Dirty would've love you, mami 'You like it raw?' A tear drop, fucking you slow I see your knees knock, your love is so sweet If I switch beats, and hit you with angles, you might breathe You know the Godbody make healthy wise seeds You, plus a glass of weed, is all he need You could travel so far, look, maybe book a flight to Mars To escaping at, one forty two? They take Jet Blue for two, into Long Beach Rain lifted whipping the port, from when I touch Look something nice up in the stash, hit a Dutch [Hook] It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate[Verse 1: The Revelations] It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate It's five o'clock in the morning and I'm just getting in I knock on the door and a voice sweet and low says (Who is it) She opens up the door and lets me in (let me in) Never once did she say where have you been? She said, (are you hungry), are you hungry honey, (did you eat) Yeahhh, let me hang up your coat The woman says, pass me your hat And all the while she's smiling Never raises her voice It's five o'clock in the morning and I don't give it a second thought It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate Don't think you can keep breaking your woman's heart It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate And you should sit back and enjoy it (It’s a Thin Line), Yes it is, yes it is, (Between Love and Hate) She gonna fool you one day The sweetest woman in the world, can be the meanest woman in the world (If you like her that way) You keep hurting her, she keep being quiet She might be holding something inside, she gonna hurt you one day Now I'm laying in the hospital, bandaged from feet to head In a state of shock, just that much from being dead I didn't think my woman can do something like this to me I didn't think the girl had the nerve Here I am, I guess actions speak louder than words It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate Don't keep thinking you can keep treating your woman bad It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate She won't ever get mad (It’s a Thin Line), Yes it is, yes it is, (Between Love and Hate) She's gonna fool you one day (It’s a Thin), It's a line thin, (Line Between Love and Hate), between love and hate It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate She's gonna fool you one day (It’s a Thin Line), Yes it is, (Between Love and Hate) [Outro] *Sounds of loading bullets into a gun [Voice of 2 men] Hey Tone! Whats the deal? They wanna play? Let's get these motherfuckers! Alex (Stolen Script)[Produced by Metal Fingers] [Intro] Yeah... that's right Hardy Boys shit... uh huh Smoke a Winston to this shit, nigga Word up, 'bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, yeah Yo, yo he got his stones from Greece In mouth he had like thirty plus karats Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classic Told niggas if he die, he want a glass casket Parents died when he was five years old Made his way inside the US with Colombian Gold A fake name in the passport Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skin Niggas will body over her like fuck it With a scar by her left eye Her brother Alex was extremely close, he sold coats and minks Had trays put in toilets and sinks Loved to roller skate, ninety nine did time up in Rahway Came home blown, the thorough kings and soldiers Never gave a fuck about that MC beef in Queens Alex, he was a rich nigga He had close to ten bodies under his belt His man did the last one and got murdered himself Took him a while to get his head together Alex one day out in LA Made a call in New York, Told his man Oc "God it's goin' down", fly the whole team in for support Remember that Ray shit that Jamie Foxx played? That was my shit I never got paid, they got rich off a stolen script In ninety eight I seen Charles on the Cali strip Showed him the copyrights, his life in the real flick In Braille, he read it in no time Hit me with his math, said I'll give you some more lines Real talk, stand up dude Said "how you like Jamie Foxx to replay you?" He said "yea that's cool But under one circumstance You think he can bow my walk, flip my talk and my hands?" I said "sure, why not? He can imitate anything Trust me, this young boy hot" Shook his hand then I bounced in the limo Grabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then rolled down the window Contacted Stony Brook and Roberts Told them we got an intent letter, yo Ray Ray signed it Now we can move on and shoot this live shit With mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we shop it Or Mandalay and New Line cop it I go and get ten mil' and blow it on the independent market But anyway down in PF Changs I had a meeting with this rich investor Said they'll throw twenty million on the kid's film only if he chose the cast He was drunk, he was talkin' real fast So I test his mouth, laid back then I put him on blast Where exactly we gon' get this cash? I got a ill Gotti Gigante connect Wise guys that kill Bulotti, catching bodies, earnin' respect The waiter came in a dropped off the shrimp fried rice he ordered I said thanks as he poured my water Then out came the veggie rolls, sesame chicken and mint tea Rice wine had me wanting to pee Said "excuse me I'll be right back, pardon me" Grabbed his glass and he nodded to me Skated off to take a piss, the shit felt like a nut Got back the dude vanished, briefcase, script, and all Ask the waiter where he go, the motherfucker spoke Spanish Barbershop{*bell rings as the door opens*} [Friend talking to Ghostface] Hey yo man, what's the deal fam (yo yo) Yo stay on top of that nigga when you gettin your cut G That nigga just fuckin zeked me (damn son) Look what he did to my motherfuckin shit (check this shit out) Got me lookin all out of order (damn!) (Yo cut my shit right nigga) [Another friend] Aiyyo son whattup man what's good what's good What's poppin with y'all niggas though and shit How the fuck this nigga skimp me and shit like The fuck like I don't spend no bread in here and shit (Got that money, I got that money nigga) I give that nigga fuckin Swiss Rolls, Jags, minks I give that nigga shit for his fuckin grill man (true, true indeed) The fuck man? Like I don't fuckin spend money in this bitch Nigga what the fuck man? (Ha ha ha) (f'real f'real) [Barber to Ghostface] + {random fan} Yo whattup man, how you want it cut? {Shit whattup Starks?} (Just give it to me how you been doin it) {Yeah yeah yo} {Yo I just got that brand new 40 Cal son} (Knahmean? Do no bullshit, and don't fuck me up this time neither) {I gotta open it right now son} [Music starts] (Aiyyo fam keep it cool, you know we got them thang thangs up in here man) Yeah my nigga, buy you a Foreman Grill Straght up, you like to eat right? Fuckin with niggas heads and all that shit Y'knahmean you got niggas goin to different barbers 'n shit Nigga be throwin you forty beans, fifty beans and And then can't get not one free cut out your lil' monkey ass right? Alright [Ghostface] AHH! Didn't I tell you don't touch the sides? I'm goin bald on top! You lucky you cool, I'mma let it ride Slide, you played me so you can't get paid How you gon' fuck up a don and cold dog his fade? I look like UTFO one of them dudes from back in the days The Educator Clapper is housin your coke and the spray Barbershop niggas, always wind up fuckin around One minute you hot, next minute you not Remind me of the New York Knicks with they jumpshots Ox, whack as hell, my ratchet spell Fuck up again you'll have a funny smell All Reneece is doin straight nails Puttin in bangs for bitches Hundred dollar weaves, some different strains of horsehair [Outro] Yo Tone put the gun away, the cops is here (I want everybody down! I wanna see ID, and I don't wanna nobody sayin nothin) (I put one of you moolies back, I'm telling you right now) (I will shoot any one of you guys, I'm telling you) (Don't hit the exit) {*man running and breathing hard*} Double Cross[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Cleaned up, now I gotta find Bamboo I changed shit on the block and got rid of the fools Things'll be different, no need to feel pressured No more drug houses, little kids could be treasured The streets ain't filled with crackheads and D's I go walk around my hood, nigga know my steez Philly, about to rebuild the nation Through the knowledge of self, through education [Interlude] Freeze, motherfucker. Hands, hands, let me see your hands. Get out of the car. Get out of the fucking car. Get out, eat some fucking dirt. Get on the fucking ground [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] I seen the police pull up, and rides hopped out Put your hand behind your back, you're guilty without a doubt What you mean, son? We built on this Illegal chokeholds, slap cuffs on my wrist I don't know what you talking about, boy, I'm the authority I'm just here to question up minority A thug drug pusher, violent man of deception And you just happen to fit the description [Interlude] Nigga, you just another pawn in my chess game. I taught you everything you know, I run this motherfucking city. Think you gon' fuck everything up? You got the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you in the court of law. (Faggot ass police nigga, man) Nigga, you're going away for a long time [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Okay, I got it, niggas just set me up Do their dirty work and thrown behind bars You want wars? You got it - Tony ain't the one I told you before, I make murdering fun Gotta swindle the kid, have me masking your enemies It's all good in my chest, I got ten of these hearts And I vow for revenge Tony don't stand for crumbs and fake friends [Verse 4: AZ] It's funny, only if niggas really knew Got the keys to the city, I could kill a whole crew Put the squeeze on the willy, get silly, go fool Chop a nigga up, blame his body on his dude What it do? It's bigger than the boys in blue Beyond definition what this falls into M's in my optic, no ends to the profits Judges, prosecutors, politicians in my pocket Hostage, high life, living on the edge Toxic in hindsight, see me when I'm dead Pledge, sworn in to serve and protect What a web, catch a head, then I'm on to the next Shit be booing, played out scripts, need a new one I dare a nigga doubt what I'm doing Moving, cash rules everything around me Crown me, I'm trying to squeeze blood out the county Loyalty[Intro] Like a plague, dope and them pushers, they'll destroy us, it's gunna get worse [Verse 1: Kool G Rap] Yeah fam listen, I'm ambitious I'll leave a man missing Plain and simple, tickin' under his transmission Did my first hit 12 years old, pants sliddin' A little place in Coney Island called the clam kitchen I walk right up on the table where I can't miss em And his bodyguard coming out of the can pissin' The two waiters serving plates stood in a trance, shivering I carried out the damn mission, that's loyalty No regrets anything less will destroy the peace A boss is a boss learn to respect royalty Run off with money get put down in the soil free Now sit down and enjoy the feast, boys kapeesh Been running here for 9 years And believe me none of them kind years I done lost about 9 peers Crime career never find fear Soulless eyes my guys got a blind stare [Verse 2: Nems] My intuition told me play my position and stay loyal You ain't got to get your hands dirty, I'll do it for you I grew up on the crime side, the New York time side And gave up on everything when my moms died Perfected my craft on rooftops and staircases Pulled robberies with no mask showing my bare face Keep it G, low key, and never ball out Got with a sick ass clique and went all out Gat for gat back to back we can brawl out Hundred deep run up in Macy's and aired em all out Just give the ordering my niggas will come Give me your gun, point em out and consider it done The streets fathered me, so I'm considered its son Keep it real stay sucker free and the figures will come Live by the gun and put my life on the line Anybody can get left bullets right through your mind We Celebrate[Intro: Kid Capri] Oh yeah, as we celebrate hip-hop, baby Oh yeah, as we celebrate hip-hop, baby, whoa Yeah, it's Ghostface and the man Kid Capri Let's celebrate New York, around the world And yo, Ghostface, go in heavy, man, let's do it! [Hook 1: Ghostface Killah + (Rare Earth sample)] (I just want to celebrate) Like my squad won the Super Bowl (I just want to celebrate) Like we bangin' on New Years Eve, y'all (I just want to celebrate) Like we just beat trial (I just want to celebrate) We hype for just being here [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Stones on every arm, the crib is ten million The corks from Dom Perignon can't reach my ceiling Four maids with four grenades When the sun's in my face, all I do is lower the walls for shade The pool's a pain in the ass, 50 grand on Windex, kid They keep it clean, the whole bottom is glass So you can see the sharks and piranhas, a pair of pajamas That's my neighbor, the faggot disresepecting my mama No cars in the garage, it's underground shit They way the floor open up you think I'm hiding spaceships French chefs, the best grapes on they breath Louie aprons on the Yank cats, the puffy cooks the rest Besides, I got birds that never leave the nest They fuck with me, I'll watch 'em confess, then I'll go rest Get back up, deposit them checks Muthafuckas fuckin' up a good time by snappin' your necks [Hook 2: Ghostface Killah + (Rare Earth sample)] (I just want to celebrate) Like my baby's first steps, you heard? (I just want to celebrate) Like my first time platinum, y'all (I just want to celebrate) Like my first piece of nookie, uhh (I just want to celebrate) We hype for just being here [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah + (Cocoa Channelle)] Money for everybody, candy to the kids Catch me on dateline, Starky too big I'm like a mannequin; I stay jig Mansion parties for all star weekend in my L.A. crib We came to party, run out of Goose we got Dollies Shorty's sweatin' me, check out her body Throw up your hands like it's your birthday, mami Let's celebrate, now I got her girlfriends behind me Now I'm in the middle, watch is all chiseled I can holla at the birds, like Dr. Dolittle (What's that in your pocket, Ghost?) A Dill pickle (Not that) Oh, that's the .45 stainless nickel I'm pullin' a green, got a G for the biggest ass on the floor who look right in them jeans If you fat, I might take one for the team But I gotta get drunk first, know what I mean? Come on! [Hook 3: Ghostface Killah + (Rare Earth sample)] (I just want to celebrate) Like we won the Power Ball money (I just want to celebrate) Tony Starks won an Oscar, y'all (I just want to celebrate) Like all of my goons just came home (I just want to celebrate) We 'bout to have a good year [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah + (Cocoa Channelle)] Na-na-na-na-nah, you can't catch me I'm out like Thomas in a five-fifty Police be fiending to frisk me I'm so legit I walk away with the car keys pissy Back at the labo, shorty wop need a Dutch He fuckin' wit a Goose dick, tonight I'ma beat it up Your thing to wet, you sure you ain't seeded up? (That's how I get, Ghost, especially when you eat it up) My goodness gracious, ass is flirtatious Move it around like a snake miss or sexy waitress Ghost don't have no patience I like you, I usually change chicks like radio stations I'm definitely not looking for love But if you give it to me right now I might say I was You can chill if you want, I got crazy bud But before we do, what it do, go jump in the tub; come on! [Hook 4: Trife Da God + (Rare Earth sample)] (I just want to celebrate) Throw your hands up, nigga (I just want to celebrate) Pop the 'pagne, pop the cork (I just want to celebrate) Representin' on the streets of New York (I just want to celebrate) {Ghostface} We 'bout to have a good year [Outro: Kid Capri] Yeah, we gets it in, gets it in, gets it in New York, we been had it, we gets it in Outta town we fuckin' up but gets it in Worldwide we doin', we gets it in The Ghostface, Kid Capri, I gets it in That's no joke, when we here, we get it in No kiddin', in the building Getting it in, all day, getting it in... Beat the Clock[Intro] Ayo, Ghost, what's up nigga? This Supreme talkin' to you and shit You brought me all the way in Staten Island to see you Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock Suprise—time started already, muthafucka Say that shit, nigga [Verse 1] I'ma say it, don't get mad, y'all, I throw my darts sideways Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, through me baby Lovely lady, fuck the spades, drive the kid crazy Before I go to bed, now I lay me People be talkin', I feed dolphins My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office My skills is a fortune, robbin' leech out a suite auction Teachin' foreign fifth graders, fuck what they say 'Cause we against the abortions, and we Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin' foes Got them clothes for his new funeral We them Fat Albert niggas, spot runnin' '86 crack viles and pictures Lookin' all suspicious, I'm out.. [Interlude] Ayo, hold up, what the fuck you stop for? (I got somethin' in my—) Nah, you can't be stoppin', g What the fuck you ain't got — ayo, you buggin' and shit Son, you gotta hurry the fuck up Time is runnin' nigga, come on, what the fuck [Verse 2] I work magic out of liquor store Give me a dollar and I turn that bitch into five And all I need is one more, to get things started Get retarded, a one-two — I'ma fix these artists Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, line 'em up Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them niggas up They be up in the club, six three tree'd up With them young 'keds with their gear all beat up This is how I'ma kill 'em with four lines left Hold your breath, say my name five times it's take's practice, yo Decap' him with sayin' my name, it's like matches, yo It's time to fuck up on account in a house, or blow [Interlude] Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, fuck that four-line shit You cheatin' and shit, I ain't come here for all that (I'm tired, though lord, what the fuck) What you mean you tired and shit, g? You supposed to be that nigga, nigga then show me If you that nigga, then show me, nigga [Verse 3] I hold a mic like I'm Gale Sayers Hoppin' over chairs like O.J., my rushin' yards Them pen, how the meter spray Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay Get off my D-I, then go C the K's 'Scuse me Mr. D.J., please play "Fish" Or that Cherchez LaMe, ten four, may day-may day Callin' all bars, callin' all bars We have an APB on Starks and Trife the God We left the jewelry store, feelin' like we left the morgue We was frozen, and I brought an iced out Trojan That's for pussies whose golden, who got Toney wide open I put my ring up to my man's waves and seen an ocean Move like a wolf, kid, in sheep's clothing Snatch the money bag off the milk truck and kept boating I be potent like ibuprofen, I be coastin' With two shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby smokin' [Outro] This muthafucka made the clock Mutha—where the fuck? Yo, you be cheatin', mutha-, you be cheatin' That's that Staten Island, bullshit Theodore—you know you might be a Ghost But you ain't Houdini, muthafucka Tush (Push)[Intro: Missy Elliott] Oohhh... This that fire! Ghostface and Missy [Ghostface Killah] Somebody tell that girl that her ass too big I give it to her right and she let me live Can't eat that, cuz there's no relationship I beat that, the next day you called in sick Frontin', not for nothin', I pop buttons Off Baby Phat, Levi's, J.Lo's, Guess and Gap Cuz it's like that, young lady, bet I make you shake Like the Puffy and Jay-Z's, Dre's and J.D.'s Come on, if not you, I'mma beat this song But if you were bout it, our business wouldn't be here this long Let me break it down for you, all I wanted to know If I could just feel it and touch it, and break it down into numbers and Come with me and just leave your friends Cuz we don't need no cock blocking Tellin' you this without no option Tell your friends "Peace, look, I'm bouncin'" [Hook: Missy Elliott (Ghostface Killah)] Tush, tush, tush Wanna slide in the bush, bush, bush? (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) You wanna get up in my tush, tush, tush? You could slide in the bush, bush, bush (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) You wanna get up in that tush, tush, tush? Wanna slide in my bush, bush, bush (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) [Ghostface Killah] Oh yeah, you jinglin' baby (well let me jump up on that ding-a-ling baby) Ooh, gosh, you a nasty girl, sassy Picture me layin' you inside my classic pearls Toes'll curl, giddy up, you go girl I'm about to, uh, do it slow girl Ooh, you in control, it's in your world She on, I think I like ol' girl Take it out, turn around Charlie horse, shit, threw me off balance Wildin', all I wanted was to show you my talent To let you know on how I rep in Staten Island This is the reason I came to you So we can connect it then kick it was the thing to do Cuz we don't need no representation Domination, got them waitin' patient [Break: Ghostface Killah] Now this is the way ya'll suppose to To get dowwnnnnnnnn, ya'll ain't right Somebody say "Aha! Ghost is back!" [Missy Elliott] Pull back the curtain, let me work your sermon Playboy don't hurt me like a virgin You seem real determined to put a hurtin' But if you ain't slurpin', then you better off jerkin' You got a lot of nerve, to wanna serve my curves My 36D, 36 hips The way I shoot the gift, I swallow coke bottles And you would swear it was Lil' Kim lips Eh, I really like you baby Do you know how to wife this lady? Give me what I want, don't talk, don't touch Unless you got a bank account that make my face blush Now shush... in my bush And I can give you what you want, make a wish Just throw it, I'll show you how to push Kinky sex, tie ropes around your wrist Come on.. [Hook] [Outro: Missy Elliott] Come on... hah... oh.. Come on... hah... oh... aha-ha Oh... aha-ha... whoo! Come on! Saigon Velour[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Okay, yeah, yo yo Son I walk down the block like it's '76 Pimp robe, fur hat just to match my kicks And my chain's like 80 pounds of frozen ice I got four bitches with me, no need to look twice Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian salt I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport An ounce of the blueberry, big bottle of Tito's Count the plaques on the wall, like I sang for The Beatles Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel Tony Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel In the stash house owned by El Patrón Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones Big banks in Sweden, vaults in Morocco But my all time favorite is a Columbian taco [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Original, a lot of style, boom-pow Blowin' on the pound, puh-puh-puh-puh-pow Way up in the cloud Misbehave the flav', now let me show you how To maintain and sustain as I crush game Smooth as silk with a little bit of Kush, mane Plush game, lavish livin' Bust on the pigs with bad intentions Smoke dope, go for broke, young loc The homie said 9-1-1 is a joke (Fuck tha police!) And I believe that so I protect and serve Every nigga on the block, that's my word Cadillac drivin', stackin', providin' Listen to the sounds of the sirens I'm a O.G. nigga on a mission Beans don't burn in the kitchen I'm twistin' while dippin' and crippin' [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street [Verse 3: E-40] Guard at the gate, live in a mansion Rap career longer than an extension Still hold it in court Got my wine in the World Report Or should I say the duPont REGISTRY? If it ain't now, it will be Grew up on purple, went from humble Be bumpin' a bubble truck full of rumble In a major way, E-40 cookin' out the double Pot in the kitchen at all times I'm a boss, still write my own rhymes Been there, done it, been factor, trapper 'fore rapper Been 100 from day one, quick thinker, fast reactor Been a fixture, I don't think it's many left Been the shit like your baby mama breath Been in it for a while, benefittin' Custom houses and cars is how I'm livin' [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street Love[Ad-libs by Musiq & K. Fox] [Verse 1: Ghostface] First I love God, then love my mother Love my babies, sisters and brothers Love my father cause that's my mom's partner Love my grandmother and my grouchy ass grandfather Love my aunties on both sides of the family Uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews Mess with my peoples you get stepped to Love the mother of my children, them girls is special Love feels good though we stuck in the hood Love my last album, though the joint went wood My mans and my enemies, I love them too Love God he let me see past thirty-two Plus what he gave Wu, a chance to change music Just listen, you and I know the truth Love is essential, to some it's detrimental Mostly when you use the next person as a rental [Hook: Musiq (K. Fox)] Love, lift us up (higher), take us higher (high) Blossom every ghetto flower (oh Love, yeah) Cos love, only love has the healing power And we can never live without you for Love, Love, Love [Verse 2: Ghostface] Love life, the ground we walk on My sickness, it made me strong My loved ones in Heaven The ones we lost, to heroin Malcolm, Martin And what they stood for, them men had it poppin' Love the sun when rain drops in Cozy nights with my pumpkin Love my hell and my struggle You gotta go through Hell to come out right, Love conquers pain and the puzzle Funny on how Love could end so subtle Was it just sex and not really Love for the couple? Love people Love the fact when there's a baby bein' born, like "push girl, come on" I'm not just sayin' that cause BET's on We is one, one Love, each one, teach one [Hook: Musiq (K. Fox)] Love, lift us up (lift us up), take us higher (take us higher) Blossom every ghetto flower Cos love (oh love), only love has the healing power (healing power) And we can never live without you for Love, lift us up, take us higher (yeah) Blossom every ghetto flower Cos love (my love, your love), only love has the healing power (healing power) And we can never live without you for Love (oh love), lift us up (lift us up), take us higher (take us higher) Blossom every ghetto flower Cos love (oh, love), only love has the healing power (lift us up) And we can never live without you for Love Wish You Were Here[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] This was my favorite girl for years, she knows the way I perform Sometimes I pull my boxers down, ya'll, with one Timb on It be times, you know I stay away when her friends on For some reason, she be really hot, when her friends gone That's when I slide on over with a Guinness on the stouffer To talk a little shit, then get a little closer Like, what up boo, you know that Ghost loves you I get butterflies when we hug and kiss, do you? Huh? Answer me, let me if it's the truth now That pretty mole above your lips looking cute now Ooh child, I'm patient, my mind's telling me To stay calm, I wanna get it off like a G bomb On top of your skin, I'm sliding it in When I'm done, you can wake it up and ride it again Then we can hold on through the night, fan on and covers on It's bright from the TV light, peace, good night [Verse 2: Tre Williams] Looking out my window, sun shining bright Birds are singing, trying to make things right Now I got good music, oh, on my radio And I can hear love songs playing, behind closed doors Now I don't want no one, on the catch me side But ever since you left, said goodbye [Chorus: Tre Williams] I wish you were here with me I said I wish you were here with me I wish you were here, with me [Verse 3: Tre Williams] And thinking bout your kiss, gloom all around me Seen our love, is never gonna find me And I keep looking, oh, for that brighter day When all I see is, time slipping away Oh and I got to talk, to keep myself together But all I see is stormy weather [Chorus: Tre Williams] I wish you were here with me I said I wish you were here with me I wish you were here, with me [Verse 4: Tre Williams] Now I got to get, get myself together Cuz I can't take no more, of this stormy weather Now I wish you were here with me I wish you were right here I wish you were here with me, ooh [Chorus: Tre Williams] I wish you were here with me I said I wish you were here with me I wish you were here, with me [Outro: Tre Williams] Night falls and I call for you, love But there's no one here to answer No, no, no, oh The wind blows and I turn to catch ya But there's no one there but my reflection No, oh I said I wish you was here with me Watch ’Em Holla[Intro: Sample and Raekwon] I've been a lot of places The very best of everything Ayo, let these niggas know how I pop off, B I've been a lot of places Word up, man Then take my card, my nigga (Yeah) The very best of everything Say yo [Verse 1: Raekwon] He was a serpent, too many foul moves was made No love amongst the wicked, gotta get his head severed I caught him in Miami, I was heavily armed Blew a OZ of that blue dream, I'm ready and calm Fiendin' just to do him dirty, already got the plan mapped out Snatched him up and headed back to the hideout Welcome, here's some exercise torture This is everyday work, ice gold grillz with no smirks Seen him frontin' with some skeezers Actin' like he's a boss with no rank, pussy posin' as a leader Had a bitch with me from the Island A true man-eater slash diva, dark skinned Geneva I sent her over, told her 'persuade 'em, walked him outside Tossed him in the truck and then we slide Got to the house, tied him up, plastic on the carpet Tub full of piranhas, I threw him in and watched him holla [Chorus: Sample and Ghostface Killah] Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) (Yeah) Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real) (Yo) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Cause hell on your receptionist, foreigner's pharmacist You're all in my face, who wanna put a scar in it Scarface, big tour bus with the bar in it Jets with the escalator, steps with your moms in it Electric stove, she holdin' my gold medal Hairy chest, don't mistake me for Burt Reynolds This is baller alert, confetti fallin' I look taller with works, spit bars that stayed lodged in the earth Keep my gun cryin', I don't mean Clark’s When I say, yo, there's “so many dyin'” Starks, second to last nigga on "Triumph" Rob me, I'm comin' with bands, no lyin' Step outside with that Michael aura Me and my team jumpin' off yachts in Bora Bora Hennessey Privilège, Tito's, goose water Motion picture, screens crack when they record us [Verse 3: Masta Killa] It's the same old bullshit, y'all respect ignorance Niggas, I'll split ya fucking head with the quickness Show and prove intelligence, back about my business As far back as I can remember, it's been gangsta Old Earth had to hustle hard to make it better Kept a nickel plated .32 behind the dresser Showed me where she kept it in case of any pressure Friends all fresher, tired of havin' lesser Workin' wasn't working, forty hours overtime, pockets still hurtin' Big decision makin', knew a few Jamaicans Brung me in, showed me how to win Camoflage blend, watch for the shark fin [?] I was at the [?] cypher circlin' the serpent 10% sellin' you a dream, fiends coming to cop I won't stop 'til it's got, getting there I won't stop 'til this cop getting it [Chorus: Sample and Ghostface Killah] Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real) [Verse 4: Cappadonna] When I see that guppy, I'ma give him the business We all know he be talking to the witness Smell the foulness, he a traitor and all that He all out of a space, put him in his place I can't give him the raise, I can see the Devil in his face I'm in the hood comin' down the fire escape A lot of cats can't see me, I'm the great ape Machine gun in my hand, headed down the fire escape Yo, Rae, if they dilate give, 'em a seda-date 'Cause tomorrow, I'ma be movin' to Cali Gold teeth nigga, bring back Ballys I'm out here pumpin' these motherfuckin' raps Yo, Eighty, show these niggas what we do to the wax Hip-hop, nigga, don't make me come out of my Starter hat Blow all these fake niggas off the face of the map And then I'ma hit cyclical up, call it the cartel Doing hot shit, goin' through hell Police popped my homie, now it's time to rebel Real niggas, no matter what, don't tell [Chorus: Sample and Ghostface Killah] Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real) Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real) Guest House[Intro: Ghostface Killah] {We're sorry, the number you have reached is not in service} Fuck... fuck is these niggas at, man {Please check the number or try your call again} (Aiyo, hello?) Aiyo, bring that shit (what happen, son?) That's my word, yo, these niggas is fronting out here (where at, where you at?) I'm in Jersey, you know where the fuck I'm at, nigga, I'm in Jersey (Aight, so, what happen though, man, what happen?) I need that shit I tell you when you get here, don't even worry about that shit (Aight yo, I'll be right there, man) Just hurry the fuck up, bring That big joint (That's my word) Yeah (one) Yeah [Ghostface Killah] In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk through the house in paisley robes and Ferragamo loafers And Iron Chef just season the salmon It's coming down pouring, he watching BBC, eating a salad I'm on the couch hitting the chalice Checking my textes and out of nowhere, my dick is hard as a callus I stood up, pulled back my sleeve, checked my watch Where the, fuck is my wife, it's 12 o'clock on the dot Very impatient, I'm getting nervous, can't stop pacing My heart's racing, her Nextel don't get no service Damn, all this over a gallon of milk Something, happened to her, somebody wig'll get peeled Okay, let me calm down, maybe she at Keeba house Her birthday's today, we both bought her jeans and a blouse Since 7 o'clock, she been gone for hours Jetted up the steps to the master suite, checked the shower Nope, all that is there is towels and soap Stomach is nauseous, caught a big lump in my throat Found a phonebook with mad names, looked down Bow, there go Keeba, tying my shoes, I put the bitch on speaker And bluntly addressed her, 'where's my girl?' (Shit, I don't know nigga) (Last time I seen her, Ghost, she hittin' on an old nigga) Yo, Keeba stop playing, yo (Nah, we took a shot of Henn') (Maybe she was out by 10, I told the bitch, fuck that bitch) (Don't even try to call me, I'm getting me some mad dick) (Show these muthafuckas, how Keeba love to drive stick) I snatched up my raincoat, the grass was soaked Under the bed in the guest house, where I keep my toast I yelled to the Chef, yo, watch for Kayla, check the pool and the bowling alley If anything, just hit my cellular Hopped in the go cart, the yard is dark, I'm bugging Few feet from the guest house, is where I parked Hope she's OK, is what I say in my heart But something don't feel right, so is what I'm saying to God As I got closer, something ain't kosher I heard a bunch of squeaky sounds from the house, I don't think I'm suppose to Is this the end, of the Starks regime? Let me find out somebody on my ground, yo, is pounding my queen *door slowly opens* [Ghostface Killah] (Fabolous) {Shareefa} Yo, I'mma kill, yo! (Hold on, cuz) {Baby, let me explain, you over reacting, that's not what it was} Shut the fuck up, you got caught moaning with your legs up Eyes all red, what? Did ya'll just blaze up? Then froze for a sec, so I dipped quick, lift the mattress Aimed the biscuit at both of them bastards What ya'll excuse now (Yo, cuz, she said she live with her pop) (Her dude mad strict, that's why we up in the spot) (And yo, this little trick of yours, bought me a ten G watch) He reached down for his drawers, thats' when I let off a shot Back the fuck up, snatched his covers Had 'em looking like the black Adam & Eve, some sinful lovers (Chill, Tone, put the gun down) How you know my name, son? {Hold on, let me explain} Yo, ya'll two is done (Just let me put my drawers, get dressed, before I get rocked) (Cuz real talk, is looking like you trynna let off that Glock) Yeah, you right, you look familiar, you put my cable in, right? The FiOS nigga, and you fucking my wife? (Yeah, I put that cable in, nigga, we both got caught) (And she a triflyn ass chick, don't act like it's all my fault) {Baby, no} Mind your business (Now Kayla, don't stop him, let the sucker do what he do) (He touch me, and he finished) [Outro: Ghostface Killah (Fabolous)] What, nigga, hold that, eat it (Oh shit, what the fuck) You forgot your drawers And your little tools, nigga You FiOS mustache wearing muthafucka, I got you nigga (Fuck you, nigga, I'mma see you nigga) (Fucker, fuck) That's why you dive out the window On some Jim Kelly, shit, nigga, fuck that {We're sorry, the number you have reached is not in service} Fuck... fuck is these niggas at, man {Please check the number or try your call again} Troublemakers[Intro: Raekwon] For real? Can I get a juice, lord? Yeah, yeah... yeah, squad niggas boy, for real Uh-huh, forreal, man, word, open the door, man Hustle flow shit, yeah, aiyo, pass the cigar, lord Come on, man, stop playing, man [Verse 1: Raekwon] We in the cabin playing backgammon, gorilla monster slammers Brothers hire us, try us you gon' die, son Green medicine, blow veterans Run in Adidas store, six more velours, drawers feather skin Haircutted up, hollering, seven through three sixes No, we ain't the devil, where ya llama, dick? Can't stand the other side, niggas know we rich, we color guys Loose up your mother, true lullabies Gangsta ever readies, take off my shirt, no batteries, nigga Just one mean magnum killer Snowmobiles jetting out the Timber, feel Chef altitude Yo, I can't breathe, check the splendor Brazilian honey dip, I'm on my rifle day, nigga Times is roughing, Timberland cuffing One knee up, G up all the re-up Hope we can pull it back, my throat my only weapon Blow the beat up [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Stuff Brillo pads in the rat holes, reduce that faggot-ass nigga Who wanna jump like a frog to a tadpole Gag it up, sliding through the ER, batted up A tube in your dick, you can't piss when standing up Hands is shaking, doctors is taken to operating "Nah, he might not live!" So they start debating You in bad shape, in the neck of New York Your slithering ways, lay with you a bad snake Smash bake, eight stab holes in your shoulder blades You wilding on the stretcher and shit, they trynna hold your legs Nah don't hold his legs, tell that bitch ass nigga to chill Put something in his meat like bolognese Got gophers that sleep in the woods, Carhartt down Padlock your bow-legged spot, where your rocks now? You ain't moving no crack, you'se a moving ass rat After you lay up in that morgue, I'ma fuck your back Yeah, nigga, die slow with your smirk on Night-night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on Later I see you in hell, get your burn on Filled with embalming fluid, get your sherm on [Verse 3: Redman] My sherm on in the hood when I ride by My eyes looking like I learned how to skydive The world is yours, there's rules you abide by Ride with the fly guy on I-95 They said a nigga return, but I never left I told Big L through me, he could resurrect I'm that nigga like Puff in L-O-X I took one L and life is still Double X Brick City where I breathe all the trees at The E's in M&M's, I need a Relapse And bitches, grab my mic, give me feedback Reggie you an asshole, baby I be that Yeah, I get cocky when the beat pumping You know you doing it when your tire lip running I keep a freak and I call her chicken McNugget 'Cause this Superbad nigga, she McLovin' [Verse 4: Method Man] Fiends get killed in my hallways, we parlay My feet been killing me all day Your boy down for lot, like them killas in RahWay It's all work and no play 'Cause this block ain't nothing like Broadway Revenge is sweeter than sorbet, you all become believers Once this heaters in your face, just a part of my feng shui Ya'll don't want no part of the gun spray I would hate to pull it and one stray That's where the innocents by stand We trapped inside these tenements like damn Why mama tryna feed us this spiced ham? Connects trynna cheat us with light grams Co-defendants try to lighten they sentence Snitching to white man Turned state evidence, fam, we ain't jellin' Felons ain't felons no more, they straight tellin' Ain't nothing worse than a rat, you can't smellin' And ain't nothing worse than a trap you can't sell in Burner To Burner[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, baby You  know what it is, Yap City (All day) C'mon  Shit make you wanna smack somethin' off top Word up, check it Yeah,  y'all niggas is goin' to hell, yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] I  pledge allegiance to crime, right hand on the burner Death to all cornball niggas who wanna turn up I  call it gettin' it in, you call it animosity Listen, you could never match my velocity Too much stamina, glitter in front of cameras On the red carpet, still clean your clock like a janitor Favorite  Pac joint was "I Ain't Mad at Cha" Skinny jean faggot, you ain't man enough You ain't got the heart to snuff plus cut, stab, or bust We wrestle down elephants, two hundred grand per tusk The ball spinnin', spillin' Spades on Asian women Love them pretty black joints, lil' Malaysian in 'em Ghost got a gambling habit, I burn bookies Smack so many promoters out here, they scared to book me [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Scared to book niggas, your highness Diamonds on the Yankee sign, dirt on the camo Six stones floodin' the left hand like Thanos While you sambos dance to Bo Jangles I'm verified, toasting on boats with hoes, damsels Yeah, son, I'm loving the hate Why I keep a knife on me, so I'm sure to get a cut of the cake Now my name hold double the weight That's an actual fact, a million plus motherfuckers relate, yeah I'm on them heavy bags like Deontay And I'm wild caught, y'all niggas farm-raised For 50 Cent, I went to war with many men Then slapped them with the jacket like Benny Hinn I'm hittin' that jet fuel, you're new in the game, lame You'll never use Deck for a step stool [Verse 3: Cappadonna] They don't wanna hear that shit, they want Dorothy Fire comin' out of my mouth, that's an arsony I'm so hood, tossed the nine when I left it Rubber bands wrapped around my thoughts the more I stretch it When it come back, I pop that sucker shit I smoke blunts and I spit on that rhetoric Original ties in, SI gutter Let's get it right, fuck you and your brother My raps in the back of your head like two mufflers So pull your dress up, your ass ain't tough enough Niggas cuddle up with the wife, they can't come out I be at the club all night, I might dumb out You fuck around with big dawgs, ain't no bark here Fuck you and your friends, nigga, you can't park here [Outro] My sword indeed make more niggas bleed Leave it to the specialists, we mean business Come and get some, you want none I hit it Wu-Tang style, caught up in the mix (Wu-Tang style, caught up in the mix) Momma[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Damn, this is for all my women That been going through the struggle On welfare, living the rough life It's gonna be alright Yes it yes uh This is how we gonna do it I want you to explain your story Then I'ma tell you mines Tell 'em [Hook: Megan Rochell] Hustling, striving, struggling surviving (momma, momma) Never realizing, that you were a diamond (momma, momma) Through the sun or the rain, through the pain I'ma hold you down (hold you down) Through the good or the bad times (I got love for you) Through the stress and the heart aches (so much love for you) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] It's not ya momma's fault, it's ya father's fault It's your father's fault your mother is an alcoholic Confusing the brain from the booze and the pain And plus he cheated on her, beated on her, smack-dab in the rain She Lost her first child in 74 And that lead to nervous breakdowns Bacardi dark she downing it raw She can't take it she constantly crying falling down on her knees Like "help me Lord please I'm ready to leave" All she needed was somebody to rub her feet Give her a nice hug and rescue her from off these streets, come on [Hook: Megan Rochell] Hustling, striving, struggling surviving (momma, momma) Never realizing, that you were a diamond (momma, momma) Through the sun or the rain, through the pain I'ma hold you down (hold you down) Through the good or the bad times (I got love for you) Through the stress and the heart aches (so much love for you) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] I been sent by an angel to snatch you up Take you way above the clouds and back you up At night you can lay in my arms feel the heart beating Don status in the sheets I'm keeping you warm Ain't no nigga gon' do what I do I'ma take care of you and ya kids Take the bent and go handle ya biz The bills is paid, the cable's back on I quote you know the seeds want they Nickelodeon on I'm not ashamed to support you Floss you or gloss you out Fat, skinny out of shape I'll dior you out [Hook: Megan Rochell] Hustling, striving, struggling surviving (momma, momma) Never realizing, that you were a diamond (momma, momma) Through the sun or the rain, through the pain I'ma hold you down (hold you down) Through the good or the bad times (I got love for you) Through the stress and the heart aches (so much love for you) [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] In the hood there's a struggle, my girl is in trouble She's lacking guidance in the mind she's blinded and puzzled Her pops never showed her the ropes Her moms raised mad kids on her own She never had a strong man in her home [Verse 4: Meagan Rochell] Nothing in this life, sun don't always shine But it can't rain all the time (everything's gonna be alright) Somebody sees your pain, you will never hurt again I see you momma, I see you momma You can cry yours eyes (cry your eyes) It will be alright (it will be alright) [Hook: Megan Rochell] Hustling, striving, struggling surviving (momma, momma) Never realizing, that you were a diamond (momma, momma) Through the sun or the rain, through the pain I'ma hold you down (hold you down) Through the good or the bad times (I got love for you) Through the stress and the heart aches (so much love for you) Ghetto[Marlena Shaw] I was born and raised, in the ghetto I was born and raised, in the ghetto I was born and raised, in the ghetto Listen to me, and just lay up [Raekwon] Park Hill Projects, one eight pound Holding it down, that's the motto, 'lo goose and lottos Blunts on the regular, O.G. style I'm into old V's, swinging in cabs, slinging them OZ's All I know is running in fiends' labs, hitting the green bags Visualizing Chef in the green Jag's Wait til I get on, the haters gonna hate it In this corner, a rich young don with a crisp lab [Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample] *humming* Brother, listen to me Brother, listen to me Listen to me, and just lay up How do you make your bread in the ghetto? How do you make your bread in the ghetto? [Cappadonna] Hustling, hustle & flow We make bread in the ghetto, by selling that crack See niggas that make bread by busting the gat Might stick a nigga up, stab him dead in his back It's a dirty bread game, but we get through them stacks Bread game, rather have bread than fame Some sell pills and weed, it ain't no joke Might sell anything as long as we not broke So if you getting that bread, we be coming for your throat It's crazy what a brother might do for the bread Might violate parole til ya family is dead We get bread in the ghetto, while we ducking the feds I heard bread in the ghetto got a loaf on his head, come on [Hook] Brother, listen to me Brother, listen to me Listen to me, and just lay up How do you get rid of rats in the ghetto? [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, aiyo we ox 'em, duff 'em, stuff 'em in black bags Torture them, toss 'em out the window with rift rafts Cuz we don't take kindly to rats in the ghetto Either your mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal Big fat rats get fried like porkchops for snitching Get your ass hung like a wall clock It's Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun bark A wire sticking out his shirt, he talking to NARC! [Hook] How do you raise your kids in the ghetto? How do you raise your kids in the ghetto? Feed one child and starve another Tell me, tell me, and just lay up [U-God] We like brothers, we came from the same mothers In the projects, under the same covers Wore the same drawers, fucked the same whores Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same hall Sprayed our names on the same wall Yo, your kids knew my kids, your wiz knew my wiz Now you caught up in music and showbiz If that's what it is, then that's what it is Run up in your crib, with twelve black brothers That'll digest to live, die just to live Some called us martyrs, some called us fathers Run up in the club like the suicide bombers We be the brothers, ready past lovers Never wanna see us, blow, we not others Somewhere in the competition, friends got lost The money got flipped, your tables got crossed Now you all caught up in that label talk Brain dead in the grain of thoughts With a name and a game that can change New York We ate from the same fork, pop had the same thought *echo* Love Session[Ghostface] Just like a fresh pair of Royals on the first day of school It was love, even from the jump I spoiled you Before the fame camera cars and the glitter Though my occupation is tasty for God's sake it came with the bitches But that's on another note (uh-huh) let me explain here Right now sugar on how I feel for you Like when we UHH yo I get these crazy chills from you And when we done, yo I know the perfect meal for you The mashed joints, big onions on sauteed fish Little Royal, candle and one big kiss You my pumpkin and my 'nilla custard; you cussed me out When you found condoms layin in my pocket I was busted I gets right witchu (uh) form a life with you (yeah) The type after sex get a warm rag and then wipe you Hyped up love light it up, might bite you at the altar I'm bitin off you, I'm wearin white too [Ruff Endz] Ain't it funny how tables turn, chase you all around Change your life baby, cause I love you baby [Hook: Ruff Endz] (+ ad libs) Stuck with me through the thick and thin Through the pain and strife.. the love of my life Said that it will ne-ver last But I'm here by your side.. the love of my life [Ghostface] And I'm here.. that's my word Only fight you when we makin love, that's what I call it Burnin the chronic we laughin while I'm shittin on the toilet Camcord it, happy times record it; the time you asked me For them blue Nike's - I was like, "Boo I can't afford it" I was fucked up, plus I was stuck, Starks the King Hit the block and still scraped up, eighty beans How you like them apples? My technique is Taye Diggs Your attitude is right that's why I made you my Wiz The only girl that can make my shit jump, with the slightest touch You at the stove while I'm grabbin my stuff God forbid somethin happen to us Let's remain and friends and discuss our troubles and might try again Word to my Iron pen, it's not good to hold the cryin in I feel the same way your heart's trapped in the lion's den Iron Man, I am him It's the beauty in our souls through Allah where the love lies within [Ruff Endz: repeat 2X] Can't believe you found love in me, through everything Held me down like my boys in the streets, here's the ring Whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? [Hook] [Ruff Endz] Every part of me, every thing I've done Is still there, still there, still care, ohhh Always been there baby I don't wanna, and I don't wanna cry no more baby And I love, and I love and I love you girl [Hook] (+ ad libs) In the Rain (Wise)[Ghostface Killah] I think it happened on a Saturday I heard the phone ring Vling, vling, vling, vling, vling Who this? Ron? Yo, Wise got killed last night by the tracks It was the same Ohio niggas teamed up Sent 'em back, we shoulda drilled a long time ago We went disaccordin, now we owe The devil slid through, without an intro Yo Ron, it can't be! Wise guest-starring me!! Can it be, we both got hit God legendary! He a General, he survived Adolf Hard to even picture god eaten by gray dogs He stated his word And he solemnly sweared to tell the truth That his bond was like pure addict, pure roof Wise God Allah, warrior XY chromosome, sat heavy on the throne Touched something for ya Ya Steubenville niggas fucked up Because bitches is talking They live at, I'm twisting your alley back You killed my man You killed my man and you sent him back After this day, watch your head Slugs flying everywhere You smell havoc in the air You can never get the god emphatically Now Cipher You've been vibin' off the same battery We had, back in '91 that got you hyper God been beautiful, god been great God fed you, you'd die if he survived that take You killed your king Rakeem Allah gave him his light He was your offspring Camouflaged all day with green One righteous man fought for his right, gods pupil Yo, that's my fam, he snatch me out of big head van We taught you how to get game, from sayin' "peace god" Islamic translates Allah's tounge, spit the language art Alex Haley thoughts, identical twin My A-Alike gasmate, the hay grows The days close, hide your lobe! [The Dramatics] Once the sun comes out and the rain is gone.. I know I'm gonna see, a better day I know I think I'm crying, becouse of you I'm crying, don't want you to see me cry Love you Wise, love you Wise, love you Wise! ***Chorus (x3)*** I wanna go outside, in the rain... It may sound crazy, it may sound crazy But I wanna go outside, in the rain... Toney Sigel A.K.A. The Barrel Brothers[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods Baggy jeans, no Timbs, ACG boots Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch The narcotics is far from garbage Whether it's cold or it's late August My shit is fresh cuz I catch the hottest My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin' You know, we be the boys clockin' the graveyard shift Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th And we ball from plenties of parties, 'cause we start shit Parole holes, six months in the box My little sister got her head shaved off She made it home from shock We sellin cartons, Pampers, Similac formula Anything you take because the paper keep callin ya Gangsters keep ballin fosho, we want more We make it rain from the tech and the wop The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us To slow us up, they hit us with dusk Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs 300 pound nigga, po-po has to fuck him up They say that my projects should undergo therapy We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B [Verse 2: Solomon Childs] Guns imported from Duval Wheelchairs and shit bags Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels, renaissance I'll stick a pick in ya gut at the chapel I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies Cop-killers with a box of dummies Dummies, stuck to the project floors Niggas is suited up and we ready for war [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] It's the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no Face My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase, yeah! My knife work like the guillotine sword, cutting niggas Stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, something Empty out the whole clip and reload Shotgun barrel leave it smoking like a broke stove Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime Just imagine what I'd do for a quarter Ain't no tellin what I'd do for a dollar Pop a nigga right in front of his mama Son a nigga right in front of his daughter And I'm nothing like your father You couldn't come from these nuts I got And C. Baltimore sucked this cock I know most of y'all wouldn't understand Get it? Understand? Yeah some niggas will and some niggas won't Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't (uh-uh) You's a fake-it-'til-you-make-it of nigga I'm a straight-up-take-it type of nigga Pistol-whip-a-nigga-'til-I-break-it type of nigga I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim So I ain't feelin Bush overseas I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a Panther So by any means is the anthem You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer I can't stop, won't stop This how we do it from Philly to Shaolin Black Tequila[Produced by Frank Dukes] [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Where's my horns? Andale! Andale! Yo [Ghostface Killah] Throw me in a mosh pit, I'm live, will start shit Melt the place then break out like an arsonist Classified to get it for a classic killing If I turn my back and walk, that means I'm chilling Got bitches in mi casa, boiling fresh lobsters But I don't do the shellfish, I'mma just eat pasta Turkey, Italian sausage, chopped up kielbasa Doing hits from home, like an elite mobster Love my onions iced up, real little, wifed up Gotti trench men is real brittle, Poconos is where I go with the capos Eleven Sammy the Bulls, ready to wake those I'm half black, yo, half oregano That's half Ital', yo, who he, I'm from that Island, yo Staten, crushing niggas like aspirins Commissioner Kelly, ya'll kill ya captain That's word to my bitch that's laid off That little patch in the pussy, word, I ate it off Team move with hands in the air like Adolf Hand me a big joint, bet I spray it off [Interlude: Cappadonna] Toma, toma, mira, big kid Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe, right here, Poppy Wardrobe! Maricon! Yeah... [Cappadonna] La Cosa Nostra, La Familia What, violate my family ties and I'mma kill ya'll Mi amor, dami un beso, El Capitan, I'm ghettio Hot sauce, on my Spaghetti-O's Poppy Wardrobe, Mexican, handle a hose All my gutter gang crew, got border patrol Lights on when I come through, black Soprano, what Two in the holster, my code name Darryl Ride off in the sunset, sparking the barrel Long boots on, my horse named White Boy John Ride that side of that bitch, straight Mexican song Ash hanging off the blunt, don't ever look at me wrong In my heart piece stolen, Julio, I'm dirty Up in the Arizona desert, where the shit get ugly All my Staten Island riders, ride or die honchos Get CREAM all day, leave our poncho We bull fighting niggas, wrestle with broncos And my team stay tight like Silver and Tonto Carry a long whip, ya'll whip ya ass Hard head Mexican dope, mixed with hash Machete behind dough, with a rip in the slash Desperado kids, me and Ghost, back at last [Interlude: Cappadonna] Toma, toma, Poppy Wardrobe Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe Bring it... [Trife Diesel] Yeah, Cinqo de Mayo, imported guns from Cairo Got bagged with the toaster, beat the charge like rhinos This bitch who's Albino, I met her out in Chi-Town While I was out in Greek town, ordering gyros The bad bitch keep a tool and a bible, quick to murder her rivals And her pops was a gangsta disciple He killed about a thousand vice lords, guns and knife wars The feds came for him, so slick to the night ward Down in the N.O., and right before he left He wrote his daughter a memo, left stacks in the Benzo It got hot, niggas selling, giving out the info He paranoid, every 20 seconds out the window Blow it in the limbo, he spazzed on Lorenzo And smashed him in the head with his own son's Nintendo About a week later, the boys came and rushed him Kicked down his door, while he sleeping and cuffed him The PrayerSometimes I feel like he don't hear me Sometimes I wonder, do he love me Life is so hard for me This ain't the way it's supposed to be I pray every night asking for forgiveness Sometimes ask myself is it worth it Life is so pain, painful Yet I'm so thank, thankful Life won't be easy and I know that My past is over, wish I can go back Maybe I'll change it Rearrange it Sometimes in life we all feel like we've fallen Those who suffer in life will be rewarded Lord I hear you but it's so hard being strong I keep reminiscing all my loved ones that are gone He said "Son, you should know you're born to die" I said "I do, it's just so hard saying bye" That's why I feel like, you don't hear me Sometimes I wonder, do you love me Life is so hard for me This ain't the way it's supposed to be Do Over[Intro: Raheem DeVaughn] This is a story of a player from an Island That lost his way, such a price to pay To kiss those girls and make them cry Kiss those girls and make them cry To love, to lose, to plead for a do over A do over Give me a do over I want a do over It's that Radio Raheem and Ghostface Killah [Hook: Raheem DeVaughn] If you knew I was out of line, I miss you like all the time And if you don't wanna see me, fine A good girl's hard to find, so maybe in due time Can I get a do over? Can I get a do over? [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I used to get a threesome, every other weekend Cheated on my girl til we nearly stopped speaking She broke down and cried, and it hurt so bad Her friends went and told her I was a brand new dad Of course, she knows now, I ain't used no bag My excuse was I couldn't cum like that She warned me of days like this, if this should happen She'll be out, and we'd be the ones sharing the napkin Silly dilly me, didn't follow the instructions Don't bring nothing home, I don't wanna hear nothin' But brought to the world, innocent, two month old little girl But what am I to do? Yo, I lost my boo It's like being kicked out the group and lost my crew Throwing a baby up to someone I hardly knew Nah that shit don't add up, what am I to do, yo? I lost my jewel [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I wrote this right here, on the bus to Rikers Right next to the thieves, the cons, the lifers For mad years, you held you down, I'mma overwhelmed in pain And the worst time to leave you, now I'm sorry, please forgive me, the streets caught me I appreciate your concern and support for me Most important, your honesty and trust, your heart's incredible This the truth spilling out of my guts If I, would of took the chance to see What was place right in front of my face For sure, nine out of ten times My actions wouldn't allow me to be so naive And blind, to carry out these mistakes I'm cheating, running around, blasting my gun For me, my rep on the streets like touching the sun You like a fingerprint, I never find a match like you Thanks for your patience, you find a man, I hope it's true [Hook] [Hook: Raheem DeVaughn] She was screaming out the window, I was walking up the block Throwing out my Timbos, and all my clothes She said, F*** my, apoligies She said, the lies won't fit those And I said, baby, now let me explain I know I had fucked up, it was a one time thing So take all the time you need and desire And if you let me do it over, I promise to do it right [Hook] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Hello baby, I'm sorry for everything that just been going on lately You know, I've kinda been stressed out I've been thinking about the things I did to you lately and Not listening when you was telling me to chill Now I wind up in here, it's like You remember, listen boo, listen The way you rub my face, the way you talk to me The way you look at me, I know ain't no girl in the world gon' ever give me that Like the way you gave it to me So right now I'm pleading, and this is my word on everything I'm on my knees, babe, just take me back, give me one chance I'm asking for a do over... Ghostface[Hook: female singer (Ghostface Killah)] Ghostface... (Yo, yo who's the boss when it comes to these songs?) Ghostface... (What ya'll talkin' bout... I can't hear ya'll!) Ghostfaaaaaaaace!! (A little louder) Ghostface... [Ghostface Killah] Yo, you can catch me in Z-No's on a Friday night Or at the Emmy's, Bentley's, Roll Royce, all white Fresh kicks, star studded up A ounce of Gertest to hold me til them Theodore and Deini's roll up Soak my hands in olive oil, loyal to each, Diamond Shoot out the clock while I'm killin' timin' Eight-mill just to resign me My bitches go crazy and pull they hair out when they can't find me It's like, all he say.. Mr., Mr., D.J Bring it back like an instant replay Please, get these wack records off of me I can't breath, ashtma pump so I could stop the weez It's like they love garbage (yeah), for God's sake, I'm the real artist Hear they songs, I'm niggas father's Under my wing like Sanford and Son Weird sons, I'm a big gun, like Big Pun, Big L and Jason [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] I'm like a green and white kickball, I bounce Spin off walls and cars, the Wizard of Clarks, Tony Oz In the third grade, I bagged Penny Well Butter on your burns, guess Daddy was concerned like many Now Daddy's blowin' 'sherm and Remi On the road told the bus to pullover so I can shit in Denny's This is Tone-Tana, spangled banded with four hammers Bangles get tangled and they cause manners Money, don't stop, get it, get it, I'm not finished with it Menaced out, tell your click that Dennis did it Rock them boats and I copped them ropes Resurging the mics, I deal with only knives and throats Hold my tongue around fake niggas Look at 'em sideways and pull my trees Ask me to hit it, I'm like, Nigga Please, fuck outta here! Fuck war with niggas, facin' me, fuckas, step up the gear [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Ghost dough and spend it though Plus got the pen exposed Countin' mad money and sheep, god damn Take a look at the radio, shit soundin' shady, yo Everything I'm hearin' is weak We got them long biscuits, long clip shit Run for the hills and re-charge your shit Come back if you think that you are-are do-do-do-don! [Hook] [Outro: woman] The dopest, flyest, O.G., pimp, hustler Gangsta, playa, hardcore muthafucka living today... Done It Again[Intro: Harley & Ghostface Killah] Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on that cakie Get your Gucci bag steppin' outta Macy's with mad flavors La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh Hey, excuse me Excuse me, love, can I have a word wit'chu? La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh Not to be rude though, you know, I mean I just seen't you I just...you know [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Miss lady, how you feelin'? Can I have five seconds of your time? I know this gonna sound like a line But you the most beautifulest thing I seen all week And I don't even know your name or how you speak I won't forgive myself or cook me dinner But I'll do it all for you if you give me a chance, boo Come on now, we can spend Arabian Nights I could take you to my mosque and we can pray all night We could speak for hours, I admire your beauty Smell your scent from across the room, it's so fruity That Bath and Body Works, that hazelnut vanilla I could fly you from across the country to Coachella Couple massages, glass of wine in the sauna I could walk you through my farm with trees of marijuana We can laugh 'til the sun go down at dusk All you gotta do is be honest and love our trust (Love our trust) [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Harley] Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on the cakie Gucci bags, mad flavors, steppin' outta Macy's, yeah These fake niggas like to talk about it, yeah Celebrate, we could pull a cork up out it La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh Beef? You know we gon' walk up out it, yeah Swagger, don't let me bring New York up out it, yeah [Verse 2: Styliztik Jones] First class to the Bahamas, we was last at Benihana's Sippin' Sake, sippin' properly while laughin, "Hahahahaha" Girls don't bring no drama to my baby mama, uh-uh-uh The entourage awaited while I ate it like a Baklava Sometimes you my psychiatrist, others my philosopher Feelings in my heart as deep as Phantom of the Opera Heal me wit'cho cookin', you can be my doctor, herbalist But I'ma be the one to keep you calm when it's turbulence We was buyin' hella houses, we was territorial Give you a tutorial, teach you somethin' historical Tourin' through the Matrix, we was Neo and the Oracle Watchin' sunsets on the beach, that's adorable But oral deep and she was wetter than the coral reef Scuba dive up in her raw and then she'll snore asleep You my wavy lady, but really, you make me crazy If we stay another day, we gon' make another baby, yeah [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Harley] Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on the cakie Gucci bags, mad flavors, steppin' outta Macy's, yeah These fake niggas like to talk about it, yeah Celebrate, we could pull a cork up out it La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh Beef? You know we gon' walk up out it Swagger, don't let me bring New York up out it [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Hey yo, I'm laid back, peepin' honey she doin' the most (Uh huh) My headphones pumpin' that "Cherchez LaGhost" (Yeah) My eyes all red from the garlic I smoked (Smooth) I move, grabbin' her by her waist, I'm kissin' her cheek (Uh) Yo, I was savage with my shit, nah, I ain't even speak (Yeah) She wit' me right now, she been wit' me for a week (Week) And ladies love 'Donna mic, the way that I teach (Teach) Other cats give 'em dust and be feedin' 'em Anthrax (C'mon) I cuddle wit' 'em, cook for 'em, buy 'em they land back (Yeah) Hold 'em by the hand, kiss 'em and walk wit' 'em (Uh) I love 'em up, I sit down and I talk wit' 'em (Yeah) Travel 'round the world then I'm back to New York wit' 'em (Na'mean?) Now all the fly ladies hold me tight when I'm fuckin' (Fuckin') They hold me tight and suck my neck when I'm bustin' (Bustin') My game is good but my rap is disgustin' (Disgustin') I'm fuckin' chicks while I'm trapped in production (Production) [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Harley] Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on the cakie Gucci bags, mad flavors, steppin' outta Macy's, yeah These fake niggas like to talk about it, yeah Celebrate, we could pull a cork up out it La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh Beef? You know we gon' walk up out it Swagger, don't let me bring New York up out it [Break: Cappadonna, Flavor Flav & Danny Ray] Right about now the subject is the real hip-hop You know what I'm sayin', yo, why y'all comin' bum-rushin' my spot, homes? Know what I'm sayin'? And thank you because now it's star time Introducing, ladies and gentlemen, the young man that's had over 35 soul classics (Big Daddy Kane) [Verse 4: Big Daddy Kane] I remember when I first tried to holla When I was a just a shorty and I always tried to follow You out the park gyms on a hot summer day Never thinkin' you was gonna ever run away You ran with a lot of cats, solo to a crew But the whole thing about it, no one told you what to do Independent like Destiny's Child but just in a while I started seein' everyone addressin' you foul Watch 'em all take a piece of, lyin' then deceit ya A routine procedure of a musical geisha And now you got accepted, it's runnin' your life And got you turnin' tricks, minus none of 'em wife You don't wanna be trife, you just tryin' just to be What you like a mystery 'cause he don't know your history It's kinda sad to see what money did to ya I wish that we could take it back to the way I knew ya [Outro: Harley] Baby, I've done it again Ooh baby, I've done it again The Dogs of War[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Money Miggs, let's get him I need help to plan an attack twist back these youngin's Tired of the run-in's, these niggas ain't live Nine years in the desert, son, they couldn't survive We're gonna ambush. Blow out the windows, set flames Turn the pilots on, set up bombs by the maze Blow brains, tie niggas up to the radiators [Shawn Wigs] They ain't gladiators we gon' crush 'em Push 'em to the edge, bum rush 'em You know how we do. OG style I dress like the pizza man And when they answer the door you come out the van blazin' Flame-throwing niggas like shish kebabs [Ghostface Killah] Toasty, roasty, they be like Ghost be crazy as shit They fucking with the wrong one Son of a gun, I make murdering fun You took my baby, my block, and corrupted my hood I'm a do it for my hometown, New York understood I see laboratories, chemicals and shit They cooking right here on the block. I'm throwing a fit Destructo, destroying houses like wreckin' balls Crushing your foundation you sit somewhere, inspect the fall [Shawn Wigs] Chill. Back the fuck up; it's gonna blow He gotta face full of powder and that blue-like snow The explosion threw him twenty feet in the air He hit the floor and his face just stuck in blank stare Hey yo, Tone. Hey yo, Tone. Wake the fuck up The chemical burns on his face, I wanna throw up I hugged him, felt his heart beatin', his chest breathin' Fuck the police, son, I ain't leavin' Scooped him, threw him in the van and split Took him back to the crib and shit, we gon' fix it [Hook: Ghostface Killah & Shawn Wigs] Hey yo, get him (I got 'em) We gon' rock 'em Try dealin' shit on my block, you got a problem It's Tony Starks and Money Migg, the OG's Schoolin' niggas in these streets with no degrees [Movie Sample] "Yeah. That's right, nigga. What you want? (??) black ass." [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] I hear 'em talkin' gun talk, that's my language (language) Hollows up in the chambers, a hundred shots that'll angle (yeah) Soon as a nigga aim 'em, they blowin' like James Ingram (word) Nickle plates from '88, shit'll "Wrath Of Kane" em (Kane 'em) I'll pee on a handball court wall where they paint 'em (now hold that) I'll fuckin' yellow-stain 'em Them niggas out of pocket with it (word) Buck shots, left his big man chopped to a midget (blaow-blaow) Rippin' crazy shit, poppin' from a Civic Warm biscuit tryin' to put this nigga Starks in a barrel Them slugs hit the wall, I assassinated his shadow (damn) At the train yard, my tires rollin' over gravel (yeah) I hope I hear him step on the third rail and crackle Now I'm hoppin' out the whip, gotta finish this My biggest hammer about to show him what the business is Parked trains, darker rain, ain't no witnesses (where he at?) I swore I heard his footsteps right behind me (word, yo) So, I turned around quick to do this nigga slimy Nothin' but a black stray cat ran over line three (what's that?) A homeless man rollin' cans in a shoppin' cart (oh, shit) And then, from top of the train, came a pop, a spark Tried to pop back but I was locked in a arch The nigga hit his mark right on top of my heart (aw, damn) My whole chest went numb and the pain got sharp (down) Fell face down on the ground, saw the Timberland mark He bopped, swingin' the gun like a pendulum arm The silencer on the shit was like a Michelin part Then everything faded out, became of victim of Starks Homicide[Verse 1: Nems] This nigga Tony think he back? Fuck that, I'ma fold niggas Make a mothafuckin' example out him, I'ma show niggas Around the way I done told them niggas Fuck the OGs, we got the same type of guns as them older niggas I know he killed the dawg so I'm holdin' grudge It's a homi' on any and everybody that he love Hold up, there go his man Mick In the car with his kids, I'ma split his mothafuckin' wig Follow him to the crib and park up the block Go in the trunk, grab my mothafuckin' 40 Glock On my way thinkin' this nigga gotta get it I'ma empty out the clip so that Tony gets the message Kick in the door, started lettin' off Mick fell through the table, got wrapped up in the tablecloth Skated off in the darkness of night Left my callin' card on the body and said "fuck your life" [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Shit is brutal, I gotta get made then bounce 36 seasons, I'm stuck back on the couch Like a potato, I don't play though I'm stone cold son, these lames is built like Play-Doh [?] I seen Mick's body on the floor covered in sheets And a note that says I'm a dead man walkin' An empty soul just headed for the coffin This is crazy, they took my brother, they must be clueless I'ma get that mothafucka, I'm ruthless Relentless, [?] than a dusted out Navy Seal I'ma skin him alive, that's for real I ain't goin' nowhere, they let the beast out the cage The face of a killer, straight up, on a rampage War path, blood bath, a killing spree I'ma show these mothafuckas how it's meant to be [Hook: Shawn Wigs] Ayo go against the grain, I smell a massacre I'll stick a bomb in your limo, blow up your passengers Kill every one of 'em, leave no witnesses Time for revenge, now live out your sentences Ayo go against the grain, I smell a massacre I'll stick a bomb in your limo, blow up your passengers Kill every one of 'em, leave no witnesses Time for revenge, now live out your sentences [Outro: Ghostface Killah] I ain't goin' nowhere I ain't goin' nowhere Y'all mothafuckas comin' for my head? This is Tony Starks, you can't stop me, mothafucka Nigga I wipe my dick on your spaghetti fork, nigga I'm gettin' this money, nigga, for life, nigga, forever And I ain't talkin' 'bout shoebox money neither, nigga Watch Your Mouth* samples were not cleared for the official album release [Raekwon] Y'know? General, general! Word out... Yeah... Aiyyo man.. you poppin fuckers (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) [Intro: Wu-Tang Clan] It's just rules with beats - you clown niggas can't rule the streets We set shop! Wu-Tang, we rule the East Taking over the block! "From the gate now!" (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) Aiyyo, it's just rules with beats - you clown niggas can't rule the streets We set shop! Wu-Tang, we rule the East Taking over the block, you can't fuck with the block! (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) [Raekwon] Aiyyo, I stay funky and piley, blue Excelero They lookin for me, what the fuck you behind me for? Stressing everything I breathe on I'm from the boulevard where niggas get jacked and peed on Whatever homey, we more lavish I might sneak you in the crib, see my lasers and glasses Try to get my come up on Yo, and when you see me, you know I got my "come up" arm on Cartier called me up, robbery here We got your seed in the back of the Beemer starving We like lion killers, catch me on stage with the gauge In my right hand, grenade and this leather bomber I scout money, you know we hungry and talk funny Coughing out corner rappers, don't never walk up on me I write with only insane Malkovich My troops gave me money to clown with them, fuck it (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) [Masta Killa] My first gun was a .32, back before uh! Graduated to the .38, maybe a nine I prefer the fo' five, stay alive Techs held the crack gank in '88 8 oz. straight from Florida, the best temp Camouflage vest, repping the set Wu on the east wing, twenty-ten, sexy bad We up at Spain with that thing thing, my crew strong We take no search for your party dunn, you know how I run Spray places, cover faces, beat cases A big mouth will get your teeth knocked the fuck out Keep a nunchuk, take money, stay ninja I injure, any motherfuckin contender (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) [Method Man] Hey bitch, your time's up! Go finish them rhymes up All my soldiers is lined up, my corners is crimed up Niggas know where to find us, settin the grind up Police checkin them pies up, my rims are shined up Wu! We on the rise up, crops supplied up Plottin niggas demise up, boxed in conduct Scratch we got 'em sized up, and when the East is in the house You, you, you, you, you... (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) [Ghostface Killah] On the side of the projects, grey skully, bubble 'Lo goose Mac 11 tucked in front of the belly Prestigious moves, we killin 'em, hoes we drillin 'em We like George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin 'em In the van, .45's and dilly's, ready to slam it House arrest box is goin off, Tony got grams Gotta bath tub full of white, lay in it like Sam Montana Tune 'em out, to blow out, chop 'em like fans (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) [Inspectah Deck] This is boulevard hard, lounging in your black car Camouflage rat guard on "Stomp the Yard" I-N-S spit monster bars, flip long regards My click dons bitch, y'all are frauds I get it in like Tim off the glass Slamming my name, I'm like the prez, sending men off to blast What I spit, make 'em spend all their cash I'm so Wu, so new that I ain't ripped off the tags (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) [U-God] RZA done birthed us, some curse on purpose I'm the grouch, my mouth is a circus Burner plus a good learner, don't need a hood All I need's a good burner, Nat Turner Snake rat murderer, all I hear is turf talk Rack rooms full of goons with bullet wound birthmarks From the first spark, you heard my response (Wu-Tang!) More results talkin 'bout whole crew's mission just lost (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) [RZA] Out the beehive, you dip and you dive But you still can't survive, you can't see past five Check the outlook, this is not in the book You bein dragged across the floor while your 'dro in my hook Lyrical joust, found all the deal off the books Steve Rif gave the nod to Universal, good look Still spit poison venom, Red Monkey and Wu dem Have any dudes seen the condos? It's all 'em (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) [GZA] Put my +clan in da front+, +reunite+ 'em Make 'em all R.S.V.P., if they want it, we don't invite 'em No beef, less talk and more action We parole as a whole, we'll send you back in fractions Break through fanatic, low crates deep in attics The Abbott pulled out a .45, looped with static I scrolled through the menu then rolled to the venue The dress code is armor all, put a hole up in him (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) Iron’s Theme (Conclusion)Wu-Tang Clan Wu-Tang Clan and Ironman Lead us to the promised land And we will build up on this land Until we free all black man Iron man Lead us to the promised land Teach us how to make our plan Through love and economic plan Living out allah god plan Wu-Tang Clan (wu tang clan) Wu-Tang Clan and Ironman (Wu-Tang Clan and Ironman) (Wu-Tang Clan and Ironman they were wise, they will lead us, they will lead to the promised land and we will fight, and we will build, we will build upon this land, and we will free the black man, and free the world over the family, and we will build, and we will teach of the word of allah, and allah is ONE, allah is one, and we will teach and prove allah is one and his word shall spread throughout the universe, and he shall strike down with a mighty force and dispose these devils to the pits of hell.) Lead us to the promised land And we will build up on this land Until we free all black man Iron man Lead us to the promised land Teach us how to make our plan Through love and economic plan Living out allah's god plan Congratulations ironman, the entire free world is proud of you You'll be happy to know there is hope Ironman has won his battle Tooken Back"Take me back, take me back, take me back..." [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, yo, aiyo you brought me on Jerry just to take you back After that bullshit you put me through a couple months back That wasn't right, call the cops on me, and told them I had it like "Yeah, pop the trunk, he got dope and guns" Check for warrants, that son of a bitch on the run, I know Three of his niggas got life, he use to roll with And told 'em I bodied an upcoming basketball star Once I heard that, I fell out the cop car, real hard You bugged out, and thugged out, wanted me to take you back That could never happen, I'm sorry No disrespect, but you a psycho, honey Got that S.S.I. money, and you start actin' funny Shrimp's every night, ordering steaks Them jumbo joints, them shits cost a buck 50 for eight And when you told me your Merlot, need more grapes I said "Honey, you never had wine before!" And if you did, that's not how you act at all And no... that's not how we rock in Theodore [Hook: Ghostface Killah (Jacki-O)] Please, babe, I love you (Take me back, I'll never do it again) Always want you (You know that you my lover and my best friend) Yes, darling, it's true (Come on, home, where you belong, let's get it on) Please, babe, I want you.... [Jacki-O] Back to them days, when the yay' was bein' frontin' to you Hundred thousand dollar shopping sprees wasn't nothin' to you When three was a crowd... but I dealt with it And your sex wasn't wild.... but I dealt with it I always felt shitted, you should of take me back The girl that introduced you to boy, and helped you open your stacks I got you in South connects, for the hard grind That's why I took mine off the top, for the hard time You know you need me in the streets, to help you run things And if you catch a case, you got it wrong, I'mma pawn rings I'm your lady boo, that's what I'm suppose to do I know when you was coppin' my Coupe, that you was coppin' two I know when you got me the red one, that she got the blue But the way I chew on you, you should of got me two Now you got me in the kitchen, with your fryin' on Tell me that you gon' move with me, I know you lyin', dog Who loves you baby? Nobody like Jacki-O Cook, clean, break up your weed, and I give you nasty throat What you actin' for? Get back in the door Come on, home, where you belong, let's get it on [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] Yo, you know I always love you, I never meant to hurt you Even the stress'll work you, I miss your old perfume Promise never curse you, I want you in my circle Honey right by my side where I keep my herbals We both agree on no more fighting, we'll just have a verbal The man'll treat you like a queen, I will bird you Mother and father birthed you, if I have to hit you Then damn, I might as well leave, cuz I don't deserve you Watch from you face, when you sleep, let the heat disturb you Fiendin' from the magic wand, when she 'nique and serve you Take me please, take me with ease Take me back, God damn, and scrape marks on my knees 'Member the first time you made my key You was drunk, you went behind a tree and pee'd I miss shit like that, and all of the times We played cops, I'll arrest you in bed Police brutality, I'll leave the side of your ass red God damn it, is sex for real girl? Girl, we in special ed Uh-huh... fuck that, take me back, pretty please, with you on top [Hook] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo this goes for everybody all across the world Whether you got fired or your lover dropped you and all that Youknowhatimsayin? Everybody wanna get tooken back Youknowhatimean? Don't be afraid to ask, if you wanna see-- Yo, take me back, fuck it, everybody wanna get tooken back and shit This is your man, Big Ghost, your host, signing off and shit Theodore, I understand Emergency Procedure[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Doctor X enter the crib, worked on the kid Created a mask that allowed me to breathe But couldn't extract the chemicals from my body Poisonous lethal doses, comatosis In and out of conscious, drugs is ferocious The mass released the gas that simmered the soul So my adrenaline stays level not out of control I been contaminated, physically altered Got wrong for doing right, my attitude salted I'm bitter, I clean up the community Fuck these New York City cops, I don’t need immunity [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Fuck 911, private doctor on speed dial Slid to the aisle, fixed up the golden child Exquisite doctor, his work of art Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks Fuck 911, private doctor on speed dial Slid to the aisle, fixed up the golden child Exquisite doctor, his work of art Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] I specialize in telekinesis, recognize the thesis The leading expert on war and weaponized diseases The brilliant Doctor X, no scientist is colder The mask I made specifically protects you from Ebola Its destruction is impossible, totally irrelevant The compounds are not found on the periodic table of elements Adamantium plus Vibranium The force field that builds will shield your cranium If anyone would try to place the mask upon their face The mask will rupture It's designed to match your molecular structure Plus the gold was to give it a touch of luster To match the eagle bracelet and adjust to your repulsive thrusters Busta psychology, the wallaby that adapts to the environment That's chameleon technology But I digress, I must confess The mask is unequivocally my best invention yet, Doctor X [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Fuck 911, private doctor on speed dial Slid to the aisle, fixed up the golden child Exquisite doctor, his work of art Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks Fuck 911, private doctor on speed dial Slid to the aisle, fixed up the golden child Exquisite doctor, his work of art Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks Metal Lungies[Intro: sample] World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere [Ghostface Killah] What these clown niggas hollerin'? What they need to be hollerin', is "There go Theodore!" Put the ball down, we can't score They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of wack broads You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch Crystal' Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, sonsee Didn't mommy tell y'all niggas to wear clean undies? See y'all should have listened to her She knew her son had a big mouth, and some day death would occur Please for Ms. Gale's sake, and her seeds Pastor Freddy ain't fuckin' around, they knocked him with weed [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Uh-oh (word up) It's them (what you talkin' bout, baby?) Real kids spit that shit [Sheek Louch] Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah Me and Starks clear projects parks With our '93 shit, army coat green and light tan Clarks Niggas think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me And put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky I remember faces easy as I tie my laces Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey I got heavy chrome, niggas don't care if you live or die They happier that Marbury home Ya'll niggas better kill me, my street niggas feel me Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet The hard shit you kickin' bout as R&B as Tweet This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore The sunroof open with the four-four, niggas like.. [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Uh-oh (word up) It's them (what you talkin' bout, baby?) Real kids spit that shit [Styles P.] Yeah... nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface I don't sell millions but I get millions from the fiends who smoke base Somebody leavin' out with a poked face Tone, you burn him and kick his teeth out, so we don't catch no case I'ma make him look like he smoke base We don't leave no trace These rap niggas swear that they so safe I don't wanna talk to you holmes, I don't communicate My guns be in my hand more than my phone And I could dial your number, knock the smile off your face With the H.K. 9, out the all-black hummer Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip Tell them rap niggas to suck my dick, fuck the industry If shit shut down, they'll still bust my shit I got some hustlin' ass niggas that'll pump my bricks And some dust head niggas that'll dump my clips, what? [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Uh-oh (word up) It's them (what you talkin' bout, baby?) Real kids spit that shit Ghost Showers[Intro: Madame Majestic & Ghostface Killah] When Ghost threw this rhyme at you He made up his mind That every little thing he does Be designed to entertain you (Yeah) Ooh (Yeah), his whole life through (That's right) He's been walking through the rain (Rain) Until the day he rhymed for you (Uh-huh, uh-huh) And the sun came pouring down (Tell 'em, girl) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, my rolls be Liberace And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up Right when y'all finna leave the joint then I show up Star-spangled up and my chain got cuts (Uh-huh) Mr. T looked, saw my shit and went nuts Starks stays in luck, truck There's a new gangster in town and he's coming up Staten Island's capo holds the most info Crown Royal bottles in the back, blowin' Indo Fly shit like Curtis Mayfield and his intro Throw this in your whip, convinced? Your tints blow Yo, I kick the ill rhymes like this Y'all niggas really never wrote rhymes like this C'mon, stop frontin' at a time like this Pretty Tone in the house, you better hide your bitch [Chorus: Madame Majestic] Ghost Showers, just a sign of the power You feel in you, oh, baby Ghost Showers, got you by the hour You're dancing, too, oh, baby [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Behind the wall action, barely spaghetti jewels Machetes for y'all, little Debbie say "I bet he do" Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip cellies It's Lils, dusted out heavy in the big Chevy (Kick the ill rhyme) Nah, nah, I said it before I keep the club moist, ladies throw they panties on the floor Action, Atlantic City lights, main attraction Slick talk, jiggy at the door, got the gat in [Chorus: Madame Majestic & Ghostface Killah] Ooh, you know that rhyme from him (Yeah, c'mon, we 'bout to slow this down right about know and) Makes your day worthwhile (You know, wait for the drop to come back in and all that and, uh) It takes your day that's sad and blue (C'mon baby girl, sing that, uh, c'mon, didn't y'all like that?) On a ride to a far away moon (C'mon, didn't y'all like that? Yeah, say what, say what, say what) On that dark and troubled sea (Uh, ma', that's right now) Ghost showed you the light (Tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all?) And now you're dancing so fast and so free (Uh huh, ayo, hold on, I got you baby) They're leaving stormy skies behind (Check it, I run it back with you, boo, come on, let's go, here we go now) [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, who got the biggest burner? Ask the Terminator, Wes Snipes shit plus Ghost meets Vegas Stage show magician, dip with with a bunch of candy (Uh-huh) I got a lot of babies, y'all ain't family If y'all don't hear me, y'all don't feel me My album is bulletproof, y'all can't kill me In 2003 the lease is up We on the block now, no need for y'all re-in' up Pop your seat up, chop the weed up, excuse me if I'm horny No doubt, I might knock the beat up Florence style, all up on the set freezed up All player haters get Swiss cheesed up Motherfucker, if you with me, throw your hands up Look, money at the bar, pick your man up Me and Reese Piece is like diamonds in the rough I need Viacom money but rhymin' ain't enough [Chorus: Madame Majestic & Ghostface Killah] Ghost showers just a sign of the power (Yo, Starks Enterprise, yeah, c'mon) You feel in you, oh baby (Theodore, yeah, Theodore Unit, uh-huh) Ghost showers got you by the hour (Yeah, that's right, you heard? Party motherfucking people, yeah) You're dancing, too, oh baby (Yeah, catch on, it's like that) [Outro: Madame Majestic & Ghostface Killah] Where do we go, where do we go, where do we go, go now from here? (Where do we go, motherfuckers?) Straight up, nothin' but the top, bitch Ghost showers got you by the hour, holding you, taking you, blessing you, oh, baby (Yeah, that's right, that's my shit) This shit make you wanna go, yo Heel-toe real close, heel-toe real close High flow it, high back, hop, hop, hop, word You know what I mean? Might gotta double that, know what I mean? Theodore[Intro: Twiz & Ghostface Killah] Generals on deck (Yeah), haha Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon Salute your superiors, y'all (This that library shit, rock the bells) Yeah (Uh-huh, you know what time it is) Every man is a boss ('Til it's all out) Theodore (Uh-huh, ayo) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Stark edition, rock Christians The crystalized rock got them big jewelry dealers on a mission With a slick taste of lace I done smacked New York City The four-fifty went poppin' when he tried to dip me Balled out in bingo halls, reported skied on jury duty Judge Judy, big groupie bitch blew me, Beigen rush Cuffies Blast the last uzi, ship me to Africa, right? I shit rubies Due to the night upon my behalf I threw the shotty in the glass so I could have a double blast Scuffle past teams and couples quick with the knuckle, fast Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that ass Uppercut, bash You in the grass slumped up and ya faggot-ass man hauled ass Slim body, ain't a G-Y-M, G-Y-N Love Doctor in the hood, fuck bitches on they friend, so, yo [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Trife] Party people, you're the reason we're here 'Cause we love the game and our music is projects So, so, yo, hello, makin' sure y'all still there (Yeah) On stage here tonight be the almighty Theodore clique (Yeah, yo) [Verse 2: Trife & Ghostface Killah] I'm a little dude but I hold guns the size of Europe Y'all niggas is sweet like pancakes with extra syrup Whatever y'all put up, I double that Stapleton is where I hustle at, two-twelve is where I bubble at Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you funny guys I'm quick to yolk you up like eggs that's cooked sunny-side Catch me at the honey hive, runnin' the strip Gun on the hip, posted for hours, slingin' dope and powder Culture Power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow Got remote control cars and they're not made by Tyco This the Theodore, drunk off Smirnoff Bite ya ear off, therefore, the drama is what I'm here for From the block to the stage, I represent for those Locked in the cage 'til I'm dropped in the grave Every line I spit is like a shot from the gauge Move accordingly, even when I'm actin' disorderly (So, yo) [Refrain: Ghostface Killah & Twiz] Party people, you're the reason we're here (Who you with?) 'Cause we love the game and our music is projects (See? See? Yo), so, so, yo [Verse 3: Twiz & Ghostface Killah] I'm a Don, dead form, looked upon as equals To the generals in my click, there'll be no sequels Them hot ones'll crease you, the vultures'll feast you The loved ones will shiest you, gorillas will beast you Just served fiends walkin' up the block yawnin' Late night meet, damn, forgot I got a warrant Got in, laid down, then start snorin' P-O kickin' ya door in, four in the mornin' You blockin' my lane-lane like John Stockton With the uttermost disrespect just like Bernard Hopkins See, it's PC within the verse See, we could be peoples later, in business, Money Comes First (So, yo) [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Party people, you're the reason we're here 'Cause we love the game and our music is projects So, so, yo, hello, makin' sure y'all still there On stage here tonight be the almighty Theodore clique Majestic Accolades[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo, yo Close your eyes, let the track just play on repeat All I hear is the genius on this beat So I cradled the word, street to blame, spice the lingo Breaker-breaker, one-nine, copy that, Kinkos Bagged up flamingo, gave her the Mandingo Met her on the first, amazin', I bounced on cinco No Coronas, no lime, no Spring Break tequila Kissed the blue sued coat, a pair of Filas All white shit, I like that Mike Ty shit, Punch Out A chick'll suck dick and take her fronts out No lunch out, no four-elevens No Sunday at church, takin' flicks with the reverends I gotta move baby, gotta date with the jeweler Big shit, son slicked out like The Ruler Don't test me, bulletproof vest me I get crunchy, all chunky like a Nestle [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Bars, lines, verbal wordplay Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up Bars, lines, verbal wordplay Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up [Verse 2: Planet Asia] Yo, desperado designer, renaissance Head of the wave, I freed the slaves Lickin' shots up in the synagogue Tramplin' the trendy, what up with all the Walmart models? Frontin', gettin' over like counterfeit twenties Switch topics, I crack atoms And study how to transmutate metals with the talent to transform medallions I came and lit it up from Spain to Libya My next video should be shot in [?] My [?] productive, my time managed By nine planets, I shine equality, God illustrious Make me wanna pop somethin', no champagne Two fives on me, that's only if the pockets boney Cannabis cups, to only spit like I'm sellin' dope You couldn't visualize it with a dogan telescope Knowledge I sprinkle it, with fresh trinkets A man is what he think If so I guess I be the most successful of my species Tyrannosaurus mind, my outfit is forest fire Grind, Gorgeous lord, the scoreboard is more than minds Hold that chica, my pop-up shopas are lyin' around the corner So loud like throwback sneakers [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Bars, lines, verbal wordplay Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up Bars, lines, verbal wordplay Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up [Verse 3: Hus KingPin] Clean my guns with God I look down on niggas who I look up to Blood pool, backstroke, Lord [?] on coupe Shrooms in the iceberg jean coat Superdry speedboat, all black like Catwoman Tryna go up, sniff a coke plant That forty inch rifle, man We loud, proud, liquor niggas I used to rock the fat lace Caesar with the moon halfway I'm movin' like the wind breaks Wu chain when the acid face The time minds provoke thought, you stuck in a war Y'all niggas only beefin' with time A couple wine bottles was enough Impressed your bitch, had a fuckin' [?] on her tits She squirt like the star split We all hit, and back flipped Now that pussy like a mosh pit Huh, Wolves jumpin' like Chris Bosh Jumper in the fourth You dealin' with the wave, love Batcave killer, I'm writin' letters to silk, huh Gandhi carpets you bleed on like milk From Hempstead to killer hill Swavo Greedy Bitches[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Theodore Roosevelt... It's the Ed Sullivan Show, ladies & gentlemen Here we go... come on, Theodore, Toney... [Hook: Ghostface Killah] This one's for the boys and the girls on the streets Make sure you listen careful to the words I speak Before you get the drawers, and the bitch wanna eat Make sure you let 'em know to sign the pussy receipt, and [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches (come on) Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches (and you) Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches (say what) Greedy bitches, yo, the hoes ate the Oreos [Ghostface Killah] Word to my momma, yo, I hate ya'll greedy bitches Ya'll greasy, after the club, want the piece of chicken Hotel rooms, you better not touch the phone Uh-uh, leave that roof service book alone Don't ask me, for food, I ain't ask you Cut through the bullshit, you can just pass the pool And ya fat friend you brought, she can crash too But if ya stomach growling hard, I'mma laugh, boo No Domino's, Papa John's and Waffle House Frontin' on the pussy, you can throw the dick in your mouth Straight cock, we in the halls, yo there's other twat In Trife room, where them other ho bitches flock Wigs got it popping, Du-Lilz went bird shopping He got bird seeds, he's probably getting head whopping Fucking with you, yo I hope you ain't cock blocking I want some pussy now, if not, you can get to hopping Bounce, muthafuckas talking about you ain't giving up no pussy [Hook] [Shawn Wigs] Yo, this is for them greedy bitches, who wanna eat off my buck Who get 99 bananas, cuz you fresh out of luck I wanna fuck, and you try'nna get a sirloin steak Little money, backstage passes, and some Oreo cake You better split if the legs don't spread like wings This is Theodore, we more than just suicide kings Super groupie, that G on your chest stand for greedy Caught a contact high, cuz we always bake ziti Blow the gerder's, we just wanna puff and sleep Not in my bed, I'm try'nna put nut in your cheek Little squirrel, my twat team stay on alert I pump iron to them pink panties under your skirt Why try to scheme, my double stuff cream got 'em all On a scavenger hunt, greedy bitch of the month They want a table, when it's time to give pussy, they front You can't play your boy Wigs, like I'm some kind of chump That's right, get 'em out here, yo, Tone [Hook] [Redman] Yo, I get butter, nigga, like Land O' Lake When bitches see me, they be quick to pump they brakes But wait, before we fuck, let's make it clear If you ask me for a dime... get the fuck out of here "Aiyo, you broke nigga?" No bitch, you got it wrong I'm still spending, from Red & Meth sitcom What you doing? Stripping, grabbing on groin I bet your momma proud of what you become I'm on the block getting it, hip hop, getting it Blunts got piff in it, new five, whipping it Shorty like "Redman, buy me a cigarette" Try'nna get me robbed at the store where her niggas at Greedy bitch, hoods up, hoes down Get money like Berry, looking for MoTown And if I'm in your hood, bitch, high as a fuck Clock the flavor, audio one, your time is up, bitch... [Hook] Guns N’ Razors[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit Oh shit... and them niggas stuck together On some Siamese shit... yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, classic murders, slick gun material Burnt up bodies that rot with no burial Hammers that hardly work, go to work Like a slave on a hot day, with no water Blow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat From they ass, to sew it back, I'm a beast, homes It's ground beef, in the streets, so we squeeze chrome Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown Your momma missing, your boys are crying Cut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buying Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for free If you master fronting, classic cutting You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes? [Verse 2: Trife Da God] Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struck Niggas emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily The only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy They found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowing Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still going Driver’s side door wedged open, the window was broken Glass fragments shredded his grill, his collar was soaking He probably knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with ease Cops comb the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished DeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties Stopped being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet The last call on his mobile phone was back to home Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome [Verse 3: Cappadonna] This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing things We stick niggas up and we take they rings Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man Wherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverize Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coke in they straws Dudes step off the scene, black face and four-four The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores [Verse 4: Killa Sin] Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with Got gats stashed in motels and stacks by the hundreds I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is run it I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is run it, yup Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses Anything else is uncivilized, send the kind of niggas Other men despise, you can see the venom rise My nine leaves them tenderized, I don't need my men to ride I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energized Been advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocide Many men have died, from playing games from what they feel inside Brawl with it in me, put it on my enemy Be warned, defending me, like killing off a Kennedy I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place Shatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a neglige Play with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it I, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate [Produced by Metal Fingers] Be This Way[Intro: Ghostface Killah w/ Billy Stewart samples] Aiyo... aiyo, what up, yo What up, ya'll, this that Pretty Toney shit Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and shit out there A lot of niggas done got bodied A lot of niggas done got robbed and shit You know what I mean? We love a lot of things in the hood But time goes on... and if we don't change a lot of shit Shit always gonna be this way, and that's a muthafucka fact! True gangsta shit, ya'll, yo, yo, yo When ya'll turn my mic up in here, bareback shit Knowhatimean? Tired of ya'll muthafuckas and shit One-two, fuck around and clob on one of ya'll muthafuckas Yo Spidey, put that reverb shit, on Come on... "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" Yeah "Can you feel it..." Let's go, fuck it... [Verse 1] Live from Staten Island where the gangsters kill Only place on the map that got the 30 dollar bill And we front like we got millions Our specialty is how we willie, niggas—that's how Buck brought the building And the police is pussy, they protect and serve They connect with baseheads then they frisk our birds Smack DVDs, blowin' herb I'm in the room bonin' these two white bitches, Ice baggin' up work That's how we get down, fuck Vegas, the black Carlo Gambino Rockin' the wallo's, blow his diamonds in Z-No's Spicey, verses is jalapenos Best to leave, when I'm in the big Escalade, I'm sittin' on Dino Tone Stark, a poet's art Kiss the girls and bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts This that real live don' shit, you heard! [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Yo, they lick forty rounds, today Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way Niggas don't give a fuck on any time or day Or if he dyin' today or could he find a way Blow niggas over 'turf—bitches, dimes and trays Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away It's like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say But what we tryna say is gonna "be this way" It don't have to... it don't have to... "My God!" [Verse 2] With big carrots and static, with that leaves the bad habits Drugs layin' in buildings with great big automatics Animos' in the hood, it's a fact, we could do magic Splatter faggots in lobbies, the heat burn off his eyelashes Don't try to pass this, back up or you'll receive something Real tragic, them hollows'll race through your jacket Semi gangsters with weak tactics Forensic scientists called in to display graphics for square inch to his back winds They brain and spleen is left all over a fiend's mattress Bastard, we cock and squeeze after we leave our ratchets We keep the hood cryin' for massive havoc No Trix we take from silly rabbits, yo feed them lead carrots The little mans'll connect and they touch that fabric The only thing that can stop 'em is that Teflon fashion Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks Brrrr.... baow! Ain't no comin' back bitch! [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Yo, they lick forty rounds, today Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way Niggas don't give a fuck on any time or day Or if he dyin' today or could he find a way Blow niggas over 'turf—bitches, dimes and trays Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away It's like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say But what we tryna say is gonna "be this way" It don't have to... it don't have to... "My God!" [Outro: Billy Stewart samples] "Ways... be this way!" (3X) Ghost Is Back (Juice)[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Tracy Morgan)] Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a happy New Year (New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was son? (Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggas is crazy Ya'll know how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I broke two of my toes, nigga It's going down nigga, that's what's up, ya'll niggas is crazy) That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day (Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying) Nah, son, because your shit's --- (crazy, a happy New Year This muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was looking mad timid That was the funniest shit in the book, that day (Find out who...) That's your toes right there! (Who the fuck said I broke 'em) Yo, how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man) How you put them in the baby cast like that, though, son? Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yo Let me tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my first cousin, though, but come on, man You know how it is, son, I ain't seen you in years though (You know how I get down) How you had peanut butter on your toes though, son? (Cuz the nigga asked for it, man, shit I fucked a nigga up, man) Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get back to me, muthafucka) Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggas, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! I love you my nigga, Happy New Year's! Fuck that, let's get this paper! [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like bees My attitude's that of Hannibal, not compatible Why I would damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you Ya'll chose to war, so called rich niggas wanna verse the poor I'll rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt If you try calling the cops, it's not gon' work All you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole And my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald Levert With more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan With rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butter I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grill With a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the field Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build "Ghost is back..." - sample 4X [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the meat Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease Ghost came to steal the show, since you loving your broad I'mma lay back and reveal your ho She a brain therapist, chick you can't kiss Opened up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish" Yeast infection, queen, she love dick Shivlered up tits, she'll bang the whole Knicks Now how can I salute you, kid, I'm planning to do you Crucial, blow rugers at who you with We bump heads while we out in the street, it's all good My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feet And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from Baghdad That's bad, flags red, dirt beds Ya'll niggas is eating, crystal meth' heads We pissed out, wrist out, with the best threads Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Fucking up rappers is what I'm about I'm holding Staten Island down, ya'll cats must be dead Keep fronting and lose your head "Ghost is back..." - sample 4X [Ghostface Killah] You can decide on who's liver Toney Knight Rider, wisdoms love my saliva Slobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the mound Pitchin' 'em eightballs, robbing the town Don't let your gangsta, get you murked up Faggot ass homeys done got you worked up Rappers can't come around, ya'll wide rap is dead Freeze, nigga, come off the bread Whole horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap arising Ringing the boys bell like Verizon Eyes, looking suprised, that the four-five Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some more pie [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Word up, aiyo I'd like to give a mean shout out to Staten Island Holding the boy down, ya'll know what it do Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz Yo Supa! Ya'll know what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying? My West Brighton niggas... let's see that money come first That's right, yeah, get up in that building You tell L.A. Reid and them niggas to crack that safe Word up, cause we coming, J-Love Aiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, what up, yo Un You knowhatimean, yo, Buck, hold ya head.. aiyo Bean You know what it is, tell E, I said what's the deal, man We gon' get this paper, this year, yo Irf, you know how we do I ain't even gotta say that much, TaVon, come holla at your boy I know my jack be off all the time, but yo, that don't mean shit, nigga Come through and holla, nigga, word up, this what it is Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll niggas keep ya'll hands off him Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, aiyo Tech, yo Plex Your boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper this year, nigga, word up I got mad babies to feed, I got bills nigga, one... Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up? "Ghost got the juice, now" Walking Through the Darkness[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah you are now listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio 777 FM, we in God dimension Sponsored by Stark Enterprise Shout out to everybody on Staten Island Don't touch that dial... [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] A-yo, a-yo, my name's on your roster kid, I mean business Big elevators mean big businesses Sleeves rolled up around five, I, loosen my tie Rough day though the stock was high Plus I'm hungry, move like the boss of the joint I know it don't mean nothing 'causeI brought the joint But still, realer hits, card dealerships Bank slips, murder topics, niggas ain't shit So what, I had a rough day? That's right, and if y'all don't like it Then motherfuck y'all, it's Ghost in the house! Make noise if it's C.R.E.A.M. in the house! Aww shit now, fly coffee tables, haircuts dust Money this long, you wish you could roll with us Supersoak us, your bitch chose us Be sure to stay away from friends you can't trust [Chorus: Tekitha (Ghostface)] It's been so long (yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh) Since he had a true friend (that's right, that's right) True friends are sure hard to come by (uh-huh) But then again His loyalties lie within Always kept his head to the sky And they can't see... no n-n-no-no (Check it I want all y'all...remember this? Yo, c'mon, c'mon) They can't see him walking through the darkness... no-n-n-no-no (Ooha-ooha! yo, Ooha-ooha! uh-huh Yeah, Ooha-ooha! Ooha-ooha!) They can't see him walking through the darkness [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, yo, the new President America Flash money, act funny Party, ride the bubbly Goons and thugs, double Hennessy One shot to the nose, double energy I don Wallabees, fucking remember me Guess who's back? The W embassy! Even in the dark we electricity, rap celebrities for the longevity Staten and Manhattan, that's all liberty B.E.T, MTV always big up me That I rock coliseums, cop a drop BM Drunk throw his dick out on stage, I gotta see him Then he sung: Ha! Let's get drunk! Ha! Let's get drunk and high yeah! [Break: Ghostface (Tekitha)] Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, throw your hands in the air, throw your hands in the air (They can't see him walking through the darkness) Like this y'all, like that y'all... c'mon, yeah (c'mon, no-o-o they can't see him walking through the darkness) Yeah... ma, c'mon boo... yeah that's right... motherfucka (No-o-o, they can't see him walking through the darkness) Yeah... c'mon ma, rock that sick... that's right yo, look at ??? over there C'mon, c'mon we breakin' it down (Ooh no-o, they can't see him walking through, walking through) Uh-huh, these are the best dancers in the house tonight Ladies and gentlemen give them a round of applause (No, and the earth, they can't explain... on his road to become... become) Uh-huh, that's how I like it, that's right, listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio... It's like that y'all... Staten Island, New York (the chased and get hazed) New York in the house, make some noise! (but ???) Pokerface[Intro] This is why the World Series of Poker Is decided over a no limit poker tournament Players, pro's even, can't handle the pressure of the game They consider no limit the only pure game left [Hook: Ghostface Killah] You gotta know how to play your cards, have a mean poker face And know an ace deuce can take out your pocket broads This is no limit hold 'em, you gotta know when to fold 'em If you plan on, staying on top You can't lose, what you don't push into the pot You can't make much either, if you a believer of luck Go all in, if you're feeling your cards, deep in your gut [Shawn Wigs] It was a late Saturday night, big chips, we had a lotta Theodore performed at the plush Borgata It was an hour in, big chip leader of the game Caught pocket jacks and flopped two more of the same Looking at quads, waiting for someone to bluff So I checked til someone said "I had enough I'm raising a thousand, son I pay to see the river" Caught an ace and his face, was a straight up giver He had three now, must of caught two in the hole A full boat, I'm about to sink ship, tell him to fold He laughs, raises his fifty g's, please I need chip count The pit boss, swear I flip over, you gon' flip out I'm all in, here to win, I rep Staten Island He called it, I showed four jacks, he started wilding [Interlude: ?] This son of bitch.. All night, he set me up, he check, check, he trapped me! [Hook] [Shawn Wigs] It was a cash game, 100/200 dollar table Me and Johnny Mack sitting, God willing and able July 23rd and 4th, the lions is out It's the month of the Leo, we gon' win with no doubt Bunch of high rollers, laughing like we low-limit amateurs I buy in for the max, twenty G's, I'mma damage ya Couple of chuckles, broken glasses, all tinted I'mma put ya'll all on tilt, give me a minute So I check, raise 'em, bluff 'em, ain't showing my cards Two, four, off-two, ya'll ain't no superstars I should of been at the table, World Series of Poker I'm up 80 G's already, ya'll a bunch of jokers Now they all on tilt, raising, I call 'em all in With pocket three's, for 80 G's, I'm ready to fall in Flop two aces, caught my three on fourth street A four hundred thousand dollar pot boy, life's sweet [Hook] [Outro] He beat me.. straight up Pay him, pay Shawn Wigs his money Bamboo’s Lament[Verse 1: Kendace Springs] Never wanted to get left alone I didn't know how to go along without you Is it too late? Did I make a mistake? Think about the times we shared Through the good and bad. Don't feel so sad Is it too late? Did I make a mistake? [Hook] Yeah yeah, did I make a mistake? No no, is it too late? Oh oh, did I make a mistake? Yeah, yeah, uh [Verse 1] [Hook] Skunk Fu![Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo Skunk Fu, balancing the earths and the heavens With an old wise panda and a whole pack of bredrins Rabbit, fox, pig, snake and killer bees Duck, crane, tiger fighting off ninja monkeys And baboon, that evil dragon won't prevail Over young skunk skills and that old stink-tail Defender of the valley from the dragon in the lake Use your mind, body and soul to fly as you levitate The Yin, the Yang, the shadowboxing technique Then monkey flip, tiger-style train of defeat Disappear with the teleportation in the trees This is kung fu mastered by infinite degrees With an army of the animals created by God Supernatural, believe in the sun, moon and stars Lead the resistance, not just do as they thinkers If you smell something funny, that Skunk's letting off stinkers [Chorus: Shawn Wiggs] Skunk Fu! Rocking that Fu Manchu Learning how to defend like the rest of his crew Slap a ninja monkey, learn all types of techniques Swing that old stink-tail and watch how it reeks [Verse 2: Cilvaringz] Yo Ghost, welcome to the Spartan war room Where the killer bees sleep till it's time for the swarming We skirmish, skunk's like the monks Of the Shaolin temple who fight, never run It's fire, water, stone rocks and earth Five elements deep like the ox and the bird (you heard) Banana swing, flame swords and darts But make sure the kid stay good in the heart And if by any chance things get adrift (Surprise!) Dropped at the whiff Of a stink, I'm fighting, six ninja monkeys is easy Ask the fox if you do not believe me Defeat me? You wilding, resistance We fight old baboon and the dragon, so listen To master, the panda, his grammar is kung fu and tongue fu The way he swing daggers? He loves you [Chorus] Walk Around[Intro {*Hook plays along with the intro*}] Get the mic on I don't know what happened, son I just lost my mind, son It's like I wasn't strong, G, I couldn't hold it when I seen it A nigga flesh on me, I can't really-- I couldn't hold it, G I don't know, I'mma, listen, no I went like this, nigga [Hook] I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze People talking to me and calling my name But I don't hear a word they say... [Ghostface Killah] It was him, the cornerstore and a buttered roll The shit dropped when I gave him two stomach holes One to the face, he fell sideways I was up close, so part of his nose was stuck to my padres Standin' over him shakin', kid, screamin' He slapped my girl, that's the reason why I was f'in to lean 'im Everything got real slow, I ain't hear shit, my word At least 40 seconds, I stay dead stiff I pound him with the gun out, Big Din came, opened my hand Removed the gun and the 16 spun out He floored past 90 on the BQE I threw up all on his door, splashed his Gucci seats I couldn't speak, I'm in a state of shock About now there should be yellow tape on the block, a raid at my spot Hey, yo, I feel a li'l bugged out, insane, I lost my mind People tellin' me, Ghost, you actin' mad strange [Interlude {*Hook plays along with interlude*}] See what I'm sayin'? I don't know, I just don't feel right Havin' flashbacks, bugged out, man, knahmean? Nah, I don't wanna go to the clinic, I don't want the hospital, son You know, I just feel like I'm lost, reality, man, y'knahmean? My face feels numb, son [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] Flashbacks to me blowin' his brains out All I remember's my shirt, I couldn't get them goddamned stains out Oxy cleans weak 'round the chest area Righthand side, I'm pluckin' off li'l pieces of meat And my goons want me to bounce to Tennessee But I said no, I got these two snow-bunnies in Venice Beach On the low, son, I sleep with the hawk, in East New York 'Round my man Killa' way where all the murderers walk Manhunt, police searches, swat ran in my crib Battering rams, early mornin', yo, waking my kids Now my aunt gotta stay wit' my wiz She paranoid, havin' anxiety attacks cause of these pigs Plus my connect, they goin' crazy, they try'na slay me I told 'em, Friday I'll have they money, faggots try'na play me I'll never eat up out a garbage can I'll Larry Davis a cop, and if I make it alive, it was the Father's plan [Outro 1 {*outro 2 plays along with outro 1*}] I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't goin' nowwhere, I'm aight, I'm aight But I know one thing, if anybody touch me, I'm blowin' they head smooth off Cops, connects, I don't give a fuck, they gon' feel that Eagle, they gon' feel that Desert They gon' feel that Bulldog, y'knahmean? I don't give a fuck Don't put me in no mental clinics, it ain't nothin', y'knahmean? If I make it out alive, I make it out alive, if not, fuck it Yo, I can't take this shit no more, it's too hype Niggas thinkin' I'm buggin' out, I ain't buggin' Y'all niggas'd be buggin' out too if you had somebody's flesh on you Motherfuckers, fuck ya'll niggas, I ain't goin' crazy Sleepin' on couches and shit... I'm goin' back outside, fuck ya'll niggas, man [Outro 2] I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze People talking to me and calling my name But I don't hear a word they say I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze People talking to me and calling my name But I don't hear a word they say I know my Mother's worried about me Cause they might have to put me away at any time Cause when my baby packed up her clothes and left me She oh! I believe she took my mind... Call My Name[Verse 1] I grace the block with my presence; all praises do Now the neighborhood like "Tony we love you" It's all good and staying at my brother Mick's house Made his house my home. Enter the zone Buried him in front law. Put up a Tombstone I seen Bammy. That's my nickname for Bamboo She like "what up Tone? How are you? Can we speak? I got some explaining to do" See your absence made me forget who you were And I love you for you. I need a second chance, boo I say it's all good. 36 seasons was long You got weak but I'm here to help weather the storm You gotta just think with me. Shit'll get stinky I gotta clean the whole motherfucking city The government's greedy flushing drugs down these streets Thugs out here criminals dressed as police [Hook] Call my name when you need me I'll be there quick fast in a hurry No need to worry The all mighty GFK the master venger New York's top contender, City defender [Verse 2] Ay yo, these streets is political, analytical The government got you on strike by the visual The TV the crack epidemic. The real drug dealers, fake cops is true apologetic [Interlude] How would you like to be in the court of law? How would you like for me to put a bullet in your head as large as a baseball? [Hook] It’s Over[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo... aiyo this joint right here is about When you goin' through mad shit And it just seem like you get out of it, nowhere and shit You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin' You gettin' over, and doin' all this other shit But before you know it, your whole world just caved in on you, pa Check the joint, it's... uh-huh, yeah, I walked into the place Verse one... [Hook: David Poter sample] Over, and then my life (the masquerade) I know it's over... (the masquerade) Uh-oh, over (over) my my my good day is over (Over) the masquerade is over (over) Uh-oh-oh, it's over... (over) [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, back in '95 when I was jugglin' bitches Pumpin' coke out the spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchen All around dick sucks whenever, blowin' chronic out of Philly's Gettin' flusty in the Cub' Link era Niggas tellin' me my spot is hot They like I think any day now, playboy, shit gon' pop Back then I was the phat Ghost, them came March 1st My eighth platoon got murked, got burnt for all our work After the funeral, I played low, countin' my last ten g's Three weeks later, yo, I'm back in the P's Gatherin' up information, checkin' faces Keepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was bases When it get dark, venom will leave my mark (over) I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a white man he said "Yo, Starks! You're surrounded, put down your gun, look at the rules There's nothin' but cops, nigga, you better not run" [Hook] [Interlude: Ghostface Killah *during Hook*] Yeah... you see how that went right? That episode got deep and all of that Knawhatimean? Then it just go on and It just don't stop... I don't care what town you from What hood you from, it just all goes in, yo, check this episode Verse two [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, aiyo, 11:40 A.M. in the best Western I'm with my bat, blew her ass back and chest in Slob my knob, yeah no question, this my main bat She thorough like that, so we don't use protection But the night before, my wiz must of check my phone How the fuck she get the codes... I don't know Next thing, she layin' in the 'tel lobby, spotted me Tippin' the doorman, holdin' hands with my bitch besides me My heart drop, everything stops, scared to death Told my broad to keep it moving, cuz I just got knocked Don't turn around, as soon she did, she bust a shot Plus she talk, security drop when she touch the Glock I had the gum-face on, long face on Didn't say shit, not even cough or spit, my bitch was gone There goes the car, house, rhyme boats or jewelry Court date judges, my shorty tried to screw me [Hook 2X] [Interlude w/ Hook: Ghostface Killah] Uh... you see, sometime it don't pay What goes around comes around in In many different ways and You can guess what happened That's right ya'll, you know how it get down If anybody got it locked, it's God, that's right Word... [Skit: Solomon Childs (Ghostface Killah)] Hey Kimmy, how you doing? What up Keisha Damn girl, your hair looks so nice Yeah, I got my shit done at Tasha's You know I don't even fuck with that bitch Yo, son, I think Ghost fuckin' one of them bitches, man And can you believe this son told them bitches that he can cook, man Yo, I can't believe this, these bitches don't know where to fuckin' Put a salon up in the fuckin' hood, son I can't even make no money no more, man (Yo, son... maybe you need to tell them bitches that If they could put a Ms. Pac-Man or somethin' in the back Maybe we could get some money back, maybe we could get some money back there) Son, you know I don't even FUCK with them bitches like that, nig', come on, man "Come on sugar, hold me tight" ... - sample The Juks[Intro] Your roll, your roll (My roll, my roll?) Ayo, Maurice, go to the store for me, son My roll, ayo, tell that bitch Keisha come here (Yo, Keisha) Ayo, tell that bitch Keisha come here, son (Get two Dutches) (Holler-holler, Keisha) Niggas rollin' for money over there, dun (I know, I know) Make sure they bring his ice on, I want that honey bracelet I want some of that, though (Aight), they gettin' it over there [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, what's in it? Three M's in the bank Shoot it, oh, you gotta stop? Six bitches to the top A four and better, beat the five I looked him in his eyes, grabbed the dice Son, I'll five 'em better twice for ya fuckin' life Money feed good, all downs is a bet Meanin' any money on the ground is a bet Open up the pool, give the dice some room Aight bitches, shoes, Pampers, girls need a nice room That's a six, I told you that bitch ain't claustrophobic If you ass-bettin', you just bet yo' ass Nah, I got the money, I even got one with me And 'Von bringin', too, he on his way to come get me He just hit me, he'll be here in fifteen With them two things, grey Benz and maroon seats I got a quarter-mil in each of my fur sleeves The rest is in my long johns, boots and jeans Come in the buildin', before I pay I wanna see a three Come in the buildin', nigga [Chorus: Superb] Pop your collar (Do whatever you do best) Just pop your collar (Up the ladder to the hill of success), do us [Verse 2: Superb] Ayo, ayo, he had three down and bet three M's So you know what happened to him He got three rounds, we all ex-dealers Ex-killers, Wu gon' ride to the death for the skrilla I hold my own and rep my niggas Always oil my guns and inspect my triggas Sometimes I call my lawyer just to check my figures Told me not to worry, all checks is clearin' So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance And I survive through project experience You wanna roll dice or roll and ride? No matter, you gon' get holes inside See, you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni You fuckin' with a metaphor kingpin You fuckin' with him? Wu-Tang Wu, you fuckin' with them? Dun, you wanna gun to make you slim? So I'ma pop my collar, get my dollars Pop all parlors and fuck with money scholars (Huh?) Know what I mean? (Street scholars, street scholars) Matter of fact, I'm gonna fuck with Rockweilers [Chorus: Superb] Pop your collar (Pop off, do whatever you do best, ayo) Get your dollars (New York, up the ladder to the hill of success) Pop or holla (Don't talk, you know what we gonna do) Just pop your collar (Do yours, say no more, say no more), do us [Verse 3: Trife Diesel] Bent off the Jack y Dom, rollin' the dice with a happy arm Everything good, money on wood Bank stoppers, I send them home broke Have them all in they stash, bettin' they own coat I takes it all, fifty and better, you make the call Watch you break your all, big sixes cuz I'm a nigga who don't like to fall High roller, see how my dice kiss Push, you pay me, and if I roll trips you pay me twice, bitch I rocks, believe it or not Come broke to a dice game, step off and leave with a knot Head cracks is all you see when I'm hot, what's in the pot? A 100 G's in the bank to the man who got it stopped My hand is like a gun, feel the heat when it's cocked 4-5-6 your heart drop, way deep in your socks You wanna walk, book your ass down the street with a bop The drinks is on you tonight for my peeps in the spot [Chorus: Superb] Pop your collar (Do whatever you do best, yo) Get your dollars (Up the ladder to the hill of success) Pop your collar (Theodore Unit, you know what we gonna do) Just pop your collar (Pop off), do us (Eat, nigga, eat) Ghostface X-Mas[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Holy Jesus, I gotta drop all these toys off Mrs. Claus, Mrs. Claus, bring me my robe & my slippers I gotta go! [Ghostface Killah: Verse 1] Smell the pinetrees in the air, sleigh bells are ringing Toy stores are out of control, and kids singing That night before Christmas, dashing through the snow Rudolph the Reindeer, red nose that glow It's all about the candycanes and Christmas list North Pole and that chubby jolly old Saint Nick The little elves getting busy, in Santa workshop And how gingerbread men keep they buttons on top Wooden soldiers and chestnuts, rosting like marshmellows Goodfellas, chocolate pudding pops and Jell-O's It's the gift, the cookies and milk on the mantle The mistletoe, that scent from that peppermint candles That warm French vanilla, mean coat with zippers Bareskin robe dragon with Versace slippers Around the fireplace we breathe, shirts are short sleave We stayin' up all night on Christmas Eve [Chorus: Shawn Wigs] It's the season for sharing, season of the gift Season for snow, it's December 25th That time of the year, we dress like Saint Nick Stirring whipcream into that hot cup of Quick It's the season for sharing, season of the gift Season for snow, it's December 25th That time of the year, we surprise all the kids Buy gifts for your loved ones and diamonds for ya wiz [Ghostface Killah: Verse 2] I see snowmen, snowflakes, cinnamon cakes Sisters and brothers, sliding down garbage can covers Snowball fights, eggnog splashed with Hennessey Bet Christmas is Christmas from New York to Tennessee The Kris Kringles, the Jingling Babies All them late nights wrapping gifts, driving you crazy And Jack Frost is outside, freezing it up Got the hood and the goose just to loosen you up And all the homes is all lit with some many lights See the trees through the windows, glittered up at night Gingerbread house, bumping that Jingle Bell Rock And all them little bad kids get coal in they socks [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Ghost knows when you be sleeping And Ghost knows when you are awake And I know if you been bad or good So be good for old Ghostface [Chorus: Shawn Wigs] It's the season for sharing, season of the gift Season for snow, it's December 25th That time of the year, we dress like Saint Nick Stirring whipcream into that hot cup of Quick It's the season for sharing, season of the gift Season for snow, it's December 25th That time of the year, we surprise all the kids Buy gifts for your loved ones and diamonds for ya wiz [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Hahahaha, we made it, wish you all a Merry Christmas And a Happy New Year, hahahaha And to all a good night, good night to all To Staten Island, hahah, nah, cut it, cut it off - son Pieces of the Puzzle[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo a knight locked up in the cage, I'm enraged But plenty of time to think of my position This cop is corrupt, he gotta be in the mix of shit He set me up so this nigga be fixin' shit So I took out his competition So he's my competition, that makes my decision Easy, he gotta be the lord of the drugs And that's Bamboo's man, that's where he stands He played both sides of the fence on some real-real shit Counterfeit thug, tryna play legit Seen the bars slide open as I bought off a bail I seen Bamboo waitin' as I exit the jail She said, "Please Ton', you gots to go You can't stay around this part of town." Already know I'm blowin' bail, headin' up north, free in the country She gave me a hug and a big stack of money [Hook: Ghostface Killah] x2 Sometimes you gotta figure out the pieces to the puzzle Right in front of your face, stop the hustle Take off the muzzle, let the dogs bark Clear your mind, bring the light to the dark [Verse 2: AZ] My cash missin', my lab different Where the fuck is Bamboo? She need an ass whippin' I was told Ton' was home, I'm way past fifth and Guess it's time to get in my zone, this my last mission Did what I could do with this pump and I'm like fuck it Feelin' like Hammer on crutches, he can't touch this Illustrious, multi movements I drew the blueprints but now it's time for improvements Press his peoples, left a message, nothin' peaceful Shit police do, we could never be a equal Execution, I get it in, retribution Best solution, get up close when you're shootin' Shit for realler, I'm mad raw with a killer What's even iller, I knew the boss since Thriller 'Til we're even, I guess it's gon' be grievin' A lot can change in 36 seasons [Hook] x2 How You Like Me Baby[Ghostface Killah] Hey miss whattup? Tone got luck I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck! Cats like the way I write, dressed like a superstar Take care of family so I don't have stupid cars Peace to all the single ladies, struggle with a rough life Baby daddy threaten that's aight, check out my man Trife Represent Stapleton, raised in the West 780 Henderson, now I'm the best Stoppin all bets, slammin niggas like Barkley Back in my reefer days, sellin you parsley Always kept aluminum, bats in the car seat Them not show doin them, that's where the NARCs be Came to play no games and stay in your lane And the ratchet's on your brain and fuck entertainment y'all The big spender rock a robe in November I never broke but I throw my trees up in the blender [Hook: repeat 2X] Yeah, how you like it baby? You want a good time, you alright, you alright? C'mon, how you like me baby? You have a good time tonight? [Ghostface Killah] Yo~! Better shoe spots, red and blue drops I used to serve those, those my rooftops Dane cracked the window when the fuckin room's hot If my CD was skippin get a different boombox New socks full of Polo, champ rugged low Mocc's So hot, right before I popped the fuckin show stopped You can't box, I seen better hands on an old clock The old ox never marked you, I'mma blow pop Prophesized Don it's me, aqua blue mink And my bitch arms'll be, 20 G's scrill Niggas like "Pardon me," I'mma be honesty Your man with the Dom P more like Sean Connery Heard he fight crime like the old man Barnaby Givin you the business, crackheads and the wannabeez And I keep drugs in the Tony Starks pharmacy Desperate Housewives slobbin me cause they honor me [Hook] [Ghostface Killah - singing] Hey, Mister! Please let my niggas in Thugs and my women in, you don't want no problem with meeeEEEE We got them burners on the dancefloor Goons is already in, shanks and machetes in Three to the head again, Ghost Remy HennesyyyYYYY All y'all haters wit'chall mad for? [Hook] Forever[Ghostface Killah] Yeah, aiyo it's 4 in the morning, I decide to turn over Pull down your little red drawers and start to kiss you all over You hope it ('last, forever') I know baby, I hope it ('last, forever') So I, took off my paisley pajamas I got from St. Thomas Yo, I love you so much, so let me pay homage And if you do, yo I promise never break a promise So can I give you the honors my little Pocahontas? Play by play, Miss Camay You like a Zales Diamond in the window, right on display You just a shining, precised in every curve you cut And for your daddy, yo, you never have to tuck in your gut Because I love it like that, stretchmark fat, plus let me show my crunches To burn it off, just lay right on your back And let me do my love dance, I pop it to the left I pop it to the right, I get it all night, come on [Hook: Ghostface Killah (sample)] Them other chicks must hail to the queen, as I Put them dudes straight up and check, cuz the queen is mine (Last, forever, last, forever) We can be broke, holes in our coat, even still we shine We got each other through the bad and the best of time (Last, forever, last, forever) [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, I'm lost in love, with nowhere to go She says I'm a pain in the ass, boy, get to the store She can say that, cuz we best friends, we play together She carry my left rib, therefore we pray together Bury me on top of her, in our graves together Cuz when she feel pain, I know how to make it better Talks, some long walks, communication in parks Understand what she's going through, our listen was smarts Especially when she's on her friend, I be hoping it leave I have to bite my tongue, just to keep from arguing Six days of that is like, who let the monster in After it's finished then, I can get on top again Shorty girl's my oxygen, never catch her gossiping Look it ya'll, this my flower, she gon' keep on blossiming Long as she is mine, and I am her, we gon' ride the wind This lady here is all for me, I never have to lock her in [Hook] Not Your Average Girl[Intro: Shareefa] Whoa... oh, whoa... Shareefa... oh [Ghostface Killah] From the blocking, to the dropping I need a girl that's stacking and popping When I come in late, she's not clocking Not in the crib, throwing 'round pots and Nice girl, that's clean, that was raised to cook Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book Biting on a pen, thin glasses on French type frames by Yves Saint Laurent Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheel? Would you bust that steel if, niggas came to kill me Protect that safe, baby, dag, that's filthy Whoa, somebody let her know up in here He like Papa Smurf, I'm like Papa Bear I'm just looking for a queen, so I can rock her ear Tell her P. Tone in here, I got her locked this year [Hook: Shareefa] I'm not your average girl I be your Bonnie right beside you No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah I'm not your average girl See me without you is unlikely Them other bitches they not like me, oh, wow [Ghostface Killah] You can have keys to the boat, money follow me I got the cheese and the yolk, plus the juice That's fresh squeeze with the pulp, mama got a big butt Tiffany chain, the stones freeze in the throat Love to hold my hand, stepping off planes from D.R Luggage with a big black tan Whatcha gonna do? You or him, me or you? Fucking with him, you look mad pitiful Boo, I'm not the type that be slobbing down hoochies Looking at these hoes, eyes low like Droopy Tugging on my jacket til the lights come on We run trains on them bitches, never ice they arm That's a no-no, chicken heads looking for a come up In the club, 'oh my God', now they wanna run up Nagging til the sun up, shut up, I'm not a double-up, boo Go get your feet done, your toes, cuz they knuckles up [Hook] [Hook: Shareefa] Baby, baby, don't waste your towel Looking any further cuz the girl is ours Holds it down for you, any place, any time You already know, I'm the one, yeah, I'm that Fly girl, rider, just say the word Anything pop off, it's us against the world Such a hood girl, with that dirty loving that'll make your toes curl [Ghostface Killah] Yo, relax and chill, analyze the story Love, your boy Tone got mass appeal All them other little players ain't as half as real They just wanna get up in you like Massengill But me, I need a wisdom, play it like wifey Well mannered, understand the kid and not bite me All my real ladies, put your hands up Holla at your boy, if you ain't a groupie, right now, stand up [Hook 2X] New World[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Put the mic on Alright, c'mon Yeah, yeah, ayo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Feelin' like Outkast, lay the stank on ya Brothas giving dap, trappin' on the street corners Bitches wavin' "Hi" in the next man's ride 'Cause she know she gotta pay them bills, trickin' on the side And the kids seen so many stepfathers is alive Drinkin' all the Kool-Aid, fuckin' up the vibe Man, there's so many parents just don't understand How to raise a child, educate 'em, teach 'em how to stand And not to be a follower, people were like toddlers When there's no love, the heart becomes more hollower Then you wanna be alone, the mind becomes shallower The weak ones hang theyself, don't let this life demolish ya Uh, we can dominate the world with a plan Stand next to each other then we hold hands Brothas and sistas (Hey, young world) Take it all with a grain of sand [Chorus: Eamon] It's a deadly circumstance From simply getting by, uh It's a brainwashed straw man To keep you ill-advised, woo-ooh It make a smart man stupid And turn a rich man foolish We got to man up, stand, up, hands up Woo-ooh [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] See brothas get murdered over dice games Bullets started to fly when the nights came You got a bad chick and a nice chain Be careful, them niggas right over there got nice aim Catch you for a lot or a little bit It really doesn't matter 'cause the babies gotta deal with it Opioid epidemic, so DM with no recollection Body last found in the place where they people left 'em The babies got it harder then ever They calling them the internet babies Microwave cell phone towers, fake food Red meat makes the state of mind crazy Police killing brothas like it's okay It's like a modern-day slavery Everybody stand, up man Up Don't let these wild beasts break us down And put they hands on us [Chorus: Eamon] It's a deadly circumstance From simply getting by, uh It's a brainwashed straw man To keep you ill-advised, woo-ooh It make a smart man stupid And turn a rich man foolish We got to man up, stand, up, hands up Woo-ooh [Outro: Eamon] Save them children from the pry Whole world Show them nothing stops them but that same ol' lie May God save that child From this world so foul I want a new Earth, new world, woo-ooh Intro[Sample] The sun don't shine it's hot here The streets don't look the same but it's hot here [Press Conference] Hey Montana! Yo Ghost, Hey Tony Starks! (Hey Tony.) Hey Tony Starks! Hey Ghostface! GHOSTFACE: Yo, yo, yo PERSON 1: Excuse me, yeah, Tony Starks, how long did it take you to complete this album? That's what we wanna know. That's what- that's what the people really wanna know GHOSTFACE: It's none of your fucking business, man, you heard? Let's move on with the next fucking question, man 2: Yo Ghost! Ghost! Yeah this is Z-Dog! We see the cameras, we see the reporters, forget all that. (Uh-huh) What I'm trying to see is how are you gonna do it for the people on the streets? GHOSTFACE: I'ma do it how I been doing it. You know what I mean ain't nothing but a different label pa, you need to stay in school man, straight up, get that education... 3: Yo Ghost, Ghost! This is Nina Chantele reppin the MIA. I wanna know how's the game changed since you revealed your face man? GHOSTFACE: The game got real, you know what I'm saying? But I'm back now, I'll crush all that bullshit. Next question 4: What do you think about those fake-ass gangsters out there son? GHOSTFACE: Niggas is pussy man. Them niggas know my style, they can't fuck with me man. You know what I mean? It's Tone right here nigga. Word up 5: Hey Ghostface! We wanna know why don't you roll with big bodyguards? You know, like the other guys do? GHOSTFACE: Cause I don't need them motherfuckers. God is my bodyguard, nigga. You know what time it is man, it's real 6: Hey yo, Ghostface, look-a here. I had a fight over my Wallys (What up pop?), you know the blue and green ones? I mean my gear was stolen! You think you can spare a brother a pair? GHOSTFACE: Yeah you know what you do? Just meet me outside, meet me near the door when I leave out of here, I got you, baby 7: Yo Ghost Ghost, one more question man. Me and the fans wanna know, what's up with you and Wu-Tang? Man what's really good? GHOSTFACE: Ain't nothing bro, we just in the grind right now, everybody getting their shit together, doing they solo projects, we gonna come back to smash the world 8: Yo, Ghost man, I got a new insurance company out there, man called AFLAC!!! with the fucking duck! GHOSTFACE: I hear ya bro, stop eating that pork 9: Fuck you, Toney! You robbed my brother in Expo! Punk bitch! I dare you to do it again! GHOSTFACE: Somebody get'er out of here. (Bitch let me go!) Somebody get her outta here... 10: Nappy-hair weave bitch getcho ass up out of here! You got them tracks... you got them tracks off Amtrak! Outta Town ShitI'm six foot two and a half With shoes on make it three even Been shot but I'm still breathing Sent niggas back to Pittsburgh With they necks wrapped up no lie See that's what happens when slugs fly Doves cry when a thug dies It might rain if you're a love guy Glocks we tote 'em in belong pawn shops where we resold 'em And going in we let the fiends hold 'em Fake aliases, no driver's license or socials But we cold cheek shit, so many hammers left the clerk speechless Outdoors my niggas is dirty Rollin' smoke in the back seat sippin' orange juice Bumping Blackstreet, suede wallets, Wallabees Pea soup Clarks, music blastin', laughin' with the whip in park Bodies for lunch, they eat those Old school guns is like old albums, clean 'em and they keep goin' [Hook] Hey man it's rough outside Crack heads is buyin' all night Handguns is necessary Fuck around you might lose your life Anywhere in and outta town B The same every hood it's so real That you gotta be on your grizzly If not then you might get pideeled Like one day right over a powerful dice game in Minnesota We hit the mall up for kicks Slid, in other words bounce, tip the chauffeur To get that cheddar cheese back we lost from earlier Get back the dices shaking, stretching my arm like Troy Aikman What's in the bank? Nigga what? Twelve grand bowl 'em No little shit on the floor roll 'em That's what I do (sounds of dice shaking) Six 'em girls, hit his kicks I'm a still show that motherfucker he fish Pound cake, beat that bitch Holy smoke! I admire your roll Two fours and a five, they all applause and he smiled But confident me, yea I threw my twelve on the ground Grab the dice, blew on 'em Passed off the other thirty five thou, I'm doin' 'em Nigga move shoot 'em, what's that? You roll a five? Twenty or better y'all, I'm taking all side bets! Everybody spread out! Watch the magic number that my pretty hand let out My first roll was one two four, picked 'em up Somebody screamed out, "Tony Starks headed for the dust off!" I'm like hell no I'm headed for the gun store Punch you in your motherfuckin' face like Spongebob Watched his face when he aced, the place got quiet Bowled like twenty forty times, my arm got tired Couldn't hit a point, not even a deuce Took a swig of my man's goose Anything just to give me a damn boost Then out came a wonderful six Holy shit! Stack that shit Yo Trife Dies snatch that fuckin' cream quick That was one one six, one sixteen point C And I don't care about no motherfuckin' Royce Green He pulled out, he pointed at me, I pointed at him My main man pointed at them They pulled their guns out and pointed at him And crazy shells they was coming in [Hook] Hey man it's rough outside Crack heads is buyin' all night Handguns is necessary Fuck around you might lose your life Anywhere in and outta town B The same every hood it's so real That you gotta be on your grizzly If not then you might get pideeled [Outro] This just in, breaking news Today in Downtown Minnesota, a tragic shootout occurred at 5:23 pm An alleged witness says things went haywire over a dice game Two black males were shot in their buttocks Leaving one critically wounded Two others were pronounced dead on the crime scene At a nearby hospital, three New York men are recovering In stable condition but are being held under police supervision at this time For on the spot coverage Theodore TV, this is Dusty Williams signing off Now back to Tony Starks already in progress Superstar[Intro] He's a superstar, yeahhh {*2X*} (Told y'all!) He's a superstar, yeahhh [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Superstar, blowin smoke at the hookah bar The bullet wound on my neck is a Ruger scar Pop bottles yo, but not just 'pagne You drink Cristal? Well that's a damn shame I down Ketel One, bottles of that Grey Goose That white Hennessy, then I smash the booth A real superstar, check out the booty y'all Red and white green hair, that's Gucci pah Look how the jacket matches loafers it's lookin crazy Dutches pumped up, plus I live in Macy's This is Theodore, they call me Starkalicious Cause my tongue game, is a likkle vicious I got stupid money, so I'mma keep payin I keep the paparazzi, and the fans sayin [Hook] He's a superstar, yeahhh He's a super, super, super superstar {he is a superstar} He's a super, super, super superstar {ohhhh, he is yeah} He's a super, super, super superstar {oh yes he is a} He's a superstarrrrr yeahhhh [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Mink coats, rock diamond wristlets Bankroll so thick I don't need a wishlist Chain swing down to my torn meniscus Red carpet affair, superstar status Wish Mike was here to tell you I'm the Baddest Stalked by TMZ, wanted by Oprah Followed everywhere from the Garden to the Copa Take some more vanilla bean to the mocha Toca, Tone be quick fast to poke ya The Ace of Spade of the deck, use your choker Glossy, always the center of attraction And I bring Redman if it's "Time 4 Sum Aksion" Grimy, consumed on the forest top ten of tree Beast of the food chain that's how it's meant to be [Hook] [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Award show skyscraper presence in your memories Spotlight forever reflect on my accessories Exotic with it 'til your vomit be the recipe Movin forward ain't nothin at all ahead of me Legendary remedy 'til it's medical, get it? Magnetic and be the most incredible with it More than legend but riddich, mosh pit lyrically Godsent to the point see the cynical image Be on the star source, travellin to Venus Now you look at me as weird while I morph into a genius Sometimes it's startlin the way that people see us But the dickride be heavy and be weighin on my penis~! Funny how the love be fake but I ain't stressin Thankful for the love that's genuine appreciate the blessing Rockstar livin while I'm handlin my biz Shinin brighter than the sun y'all niggas KNOW JUST WHAT IT IS! [Hook] Cherchez LaGhost (Remix)[Madam Majestic (Ghostface Killah)] Tommy Mottola lives on the road He lost his lady, two months ago (For real son what?) Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't Oh wonder that love [Ghostface Killah, (U-God)] Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty Lost on the dance floor as I attack y'all Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body) And cop a couple of these (She's a hottie, hottie) [Madam Majestic] Schott Free and Sean C, very upset They're sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches and tired of rats I know they are over [Ghostface Killah] Brooklyn jumpin' - it's girls by the thousands Heart-throb music - girls come out your blouses Shakin' ya ass - it's Cherchez Laghost She could hustle with a sick style - jump off the boat! Everybody's in the song - no bad boys Scene hot and muggy - you might end up in the wrong house You hear the feelin' - snatch that boy He a herb - catch him for a brand new toy [Madam Majestic, (Ghostface Killah), {U-God}] They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby (Get 'em girl, get 'em girl) They'll love you one second, then hate you the next Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah (So crazy, so crazy) Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah {Blow 'em down} Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (Yeah, aha, true) Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (Truly yours, peace boo) [Ghostface Killah] Catch me on the stage with about ten kicks Blister hard headed - grinnin' all day Can you say "Oww! We just got paid" Keep ya frown son if you ain't gettin' laid [Madam Majestic] Oooo, Ghostface, Ghostface Oooo, Ghostface, Ghostface *repeated to end* Amore, amore, he rhymes, he rhymes, amore Oh Tony, he rhymes, he rhymes, he rhymes Slow Down[Hook: Chrisette Michele] This life will fade away... (away) So hard to appreciate... (appreciate) Each moment, of each day Life's quick, don't flip, move slow, ya rushing it Oh... oh... oh... [Ghostface Killah] Looking lavish, I lace all my bunnies with karats Spending millions and make music, I pay for the clearance Cuz tomorrow ain't promised and my bankroll's bursting Connects with Aston Martin, I'll be that first in That prototype truck, with the space navigation Cost of living go up, I'm just go on vacation Fresh oxygen tanks, got world reknowned surgeons Plush robes made from suede and knitted by virgins First breath of the day can be my last So I flash, give my niggas some cash, I just pull out the stash Buy a million dollar piece like I buy a pack of seeds You buy OZ's of haze, I buy a forest full of trees [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] Order that bottle of Louis the thirteenth and some Dom P I got a bunch of chicks that love to get raunchy See, Tone double-dipped and I nut like Flanders Ask Tamia and Chevon, I got 'em both going bananas Buying frosted bracelets, Louis Vuitton duffles French vanilla ice cream and hot apple pie truffles Fly Mika to Costa Rica, I got a crib on the beach With underwater lights and surround sound speakers Pet cheetahs, tiger sharks and dolphin feeders Fly French maids, serving Grey Goose by the liters Got Felecia and Taquesha, Crystal and Katie Little Precious, picking my poppy seeds out in Haiti [Hook] [Hook: Christette Michele] Slow down, slow down, slow down Slow down, slow down, slow down Slow down, slow down, slow down Slow down, slow down, slow down Slow down, slow down, slow down Slow down.... slow down... Life's quick, don't flip, move slow, ya rushing it [Outro: Ghostface Killah - over Hook + hook] Slow it down, I need money though YouknowI'msaying? This just, just what I do On the streets, y'knahmean? Babies need Pampers, man YouknowI'msaying? I don't know I think about it, I think about it, yanahImean? My responsibilities, I've gotta focus more You might be right though, you know Maybe things'll start coming to me naturally, you feel me? Starting praying more, youknowImean? Be with the family more And, I might live longer, you feel me? Word... you... just feel like you right, though I don't know... I'mma take your advice though Supa GFK[Intro: people whispering] Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost) What did y'all discover? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost) It's a Superman lover... [Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yeah, yeah Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet And these fucking little faggots don't believe it's Ghost Well, surprise mothafucka, Starkey Love got breakfast Got some steaming hot biscuits, you can eat this toast Shots blow through ya meatloaf and lace ya back Turn you over like a pancake and take ya gat That's not damn near the half of it Cops came, said the Killahs ain't risk game and the flow's so accurate Anything's possible, black, you mad profitable Waste no time, breath, air on popping you Put you on the guest list, go dance with death The club's dead, yeah, you right, you the last one left See the spooks in, goths in, devils in, fire's in You dwelling in hell where them snitch niggas lyin, friend Ya skin start bubbling from in the hot oven Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen It's Ghost, pressing y'all clowns on the regular Dead you on a five pack, then take ya cellular Don't get it twisted, black, cuz I'll bury ya This is just weed money, the more, the merrier [Hook: singer] They call me the Superman lover Said, they call me the Superman lover Yeah, plus I'm wrong... [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, G4 jets with like three and four pets Sex, Beck's, chicken and hens, all the same sex Walk through the Amazon, spilling Dom, Moet To find my way back I gotta leave a trail of baguettes My tongue's like a four-pound, my game is ill Twist a chick like a Rubik's cube, now what's the deal? Chocolate, light skin, meet Mr. Excitement Got my D.D.L. on me, that's my Dick 'em Down License Never wife 'em, strike just like lightning I stay piping, hype just like Hype is Bitches wanna see me and my rhinestone drawers Call in sick at work, then they take off For me, spread 'em out for Starky My mouth makes music like Biz Markie I get it in like any car key My stroke is on, I'm never rusty Uh-uh, but if you wanna play, this is what you gonna say That I got the best D, he could hit it all day Something like a rising star that's on Broadway Sex real live with a Illmatic foreplay [Hook] [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] + (sample) Oh shit, it's that Bally, it's that slick Bally '88 material, little niggas don't know nothing about this though Check it out y'all (look) come on (look) yeah, come on (Up in the sky) When I'm at the bar, or in a rented car (look) (You'll see me flying by) Ya see the jewerly truck, don't touch Yeah, yeah, come on, when I'm in the streets Might show you the heat (look, flying straight past ya) [Hook] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] + (sample) Toney Starks Radio (something ain't wrong with me) Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt Toney Starks Radio right here Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt Smooth FM, you know how we do, come on Wave ya hand in the air like this Mami, wave ya hands in the air like this Put 'em up if you trying to get rich Put 'em up if you trying to get rich Uh, that's right, get rich Let's go, that's right, get rich Ghostface, Ghostface... Staten Island, New York, what's up Pimpin’ Chipp[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, them niggas talking bout ya'll always want some lyrics, right? Real lyrics, well here we go, I'mma tell you a little story That's right, watch this shit, nigga, here we go, ya'll, your ass Yeah, we write for days, hot shit, uh-huh Dope, drugs, sex, murder, King James version [Verse: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, needle was left hanging, in the arm of a pimp He walk with a limp, had bitches on the payroll He gave the seeds candy and his family was poor Drove a '68 Caddy with the fur on the door The other macks ain't have jack on him, not even Goldie Slowly, he would rise, kept his runners with the police Jim Brown was his man, his brother was Muslim, they tried to convert him And turn righteous, but the streets got the good of him Big hats with gorgeous stones, honey designed the slacks With two attempts on his bottom bitch, her name was Precious Silky skin, priceless pussy, she took karate Her bubble ass got Pretty Chipp rich You can smell her perfume on every street corner A sexy muthafucka with the mean face on her Precious, sported bulletproof dresses, defending caring sex Thirteen smith, this boo that study her lessons She was the key to Pretty Chipp riches, bitches is fortune slang Control the south side, her name rings Lookout for the black cherry pussy extortion Any other hoes get pregnant, bet they get an abortion Back at the pub, at the Alice spot, bumping the sounds of Curtis Playing Live in the jukebox, this broad named Cookie In the purse, fifty thou' in cash Passed off to Chipp, told him count it fast, another 10 in my bloomers Fuck the rumors, it's lies, baby, you my daddy Bitches never saw me jumping out of Dirt Dog's cabby I'm a loyal bitch, and chicks can't stand me, pimps They know I'm ill, that's why they never put hands on me From Fillmore Slim to Goldie, Pretty Toney Frank War told me, C.C. get that money My potentials, credentials, my mouth stay hot Like Chinese mushrooms, wasabi with spicy lentils The other day I brought a little gat, where I keep near my lower back Cause these niggas don't know how to act At the Apollo, Ray Charles told me Bitch just get in the car, cuz I want you to swallow I jumped in, and his bodyguards follow He was quick, I spit the nut on his '74 wallos He wanted to invite me to Chicago, I said 'nah, daddy' He pushed me out and lit up a Marlboro (Nah, papi) Cuz I'm from New York He taught me the talks, he taught me the walk Cuz I'm Chipp's bitch, we dine and resort Only nigga ever taught me, don't put swine on my fork [Outro: Christina] And that's the truth, rest in peace, papi This Cookie, I still got another tall Goose for you daddy I'mma stick in the grave for you, baby Fuck them other pimps, they ain't got shit on you, daddy Street Chemistry[Ghostface] Uh-huh.. yeah.. Aiyyo, aiyyo big wearhousin shit Cristal bottles, Agent 88 with the gold wrapper Coat rack is no good with the dope classics Master fantastic trips and we fuck crackers Bark on bitches, spark out sisters dart for dart Diamond heart, slammin El Dorado with the Benz parts Yo Pah mark my words The brand new album in stores now, murderin 'em! Murderin the higher learnin, as of now I turn myself in Retire, give my babies my entire earnings [Prodical Sunn] State my name, on this Ghost track the grand classic graphic massive Move with the real groove with the still active Stay 'nique, play for keep, bubble under heat Champagne spillin, Big Willin, dealin in these streets Sex on the Beach, Sex and the City, slum gritty Suck milk from the titties, ain't nuttin pretty See it in your eyes, see it in your face, son you pussy Step out of line one time get left mushy Champion never run never ran never will Bed-Stuy, East New York, Crown Heights, Brownsville [Trife] Yo, don't get pumped up, cause over here you'll get lumped up Badly bruised with your shit leakin all fucked up I tell you what (what) we can settle the score My hands, they break bricks and now level your jaw My criteria, reign superior, we flood the streets about a 100 deep Run through your town, vacate the area When shit start happenin, y'all'll start scatterin Skatin across the bridges in the, county of Madison I'm down for the get down, cause y'all ain't gon' spit rounds Niggas be on the first thing smokin, tryin to skip town Your door kicked down, red dot the lead pop Hit the jackpot, in his shoebox, found the bread spot [Ghostface] The Al-Dog is Cristal, you critters got issues I play dumb while I dump my ashes out the windows Like I never heard the info, Ghost you so glamorous Word on the set is that I fuck up all cameras! {*echoes*} Flex[Intro] Yeah, nigga I just wanna flex, son Yeah, yeah [Chorus] I just wanna flex, headed for success I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check 'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna Flex, headed for success I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check 'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna flex [Verse 1] Ayy, yo, patty cake, patty cake, multiplying five pies Mountains on the table, take a whiff, that's a line drive Pullin' out cocaine biscuits, doin' drive-bys Bitches buttnaked in the kitchen, shorty suck me dry 2 a.m. flights, elite jet, furry Louis seats Alkaline bottles of Don, the whole crew eat Flex ice water stones as long as baguettes The new joint escalator piece, we flooded the steps Baby blue passports, Hong Kong Task Force Heard about the murder regime, made Ghost style mask for us Bitches with tongue rings fresh out the geisha house Did everything to these hoes but never ate them out Niggas can't say shit, it's gold in my bank account The foul play and the accolades is what my gang about The knots, big faces falling out my Gucci sweats TECs, vests, motherfuck, I'm daring you to... [Chorus] Flex, headed for success I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check 'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna Flex, headed for success I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check 'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna flex [Verse 2] Yeah, uh, come here, brother Have you ever seen rare Wallas with an Air Max bubble? And a steel that come with the grip with the beam this color? Tomato dot'll cover the opps, if not, I'll cut you Forbes, got young bitches blowin' my cover He's the black Tom Selleck, I've been dyin' to fuck you Them Caribbean seminars, he flashy like menopause Bet you get hit with the best shot like Pat Benatar The Oscar winner, his collar is knitted with linen His jeans, you can consider it illiterate denim Fish tank so big even the babies can swim in Rockin' the toddler, four finger lacin', ridiculous gems in 'em Benjamins stuck together like boxes of Entenmann's Been in the vault since '88 with the tape of Rakim and them I got that music ear I can't leave a chick crib without them tryin' to keep me as a souvenir [Chorus] Flex, headed for success I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check 'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna Flex, headed for success I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check 'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna flex I Love You For All Seasons[Instrumental] Street Bullies[Intro: Sheek Louch] Geah! Aiyyo Starks, whattup? What it do family? [Hook: Ghostface Killah] We street bullies for cheddar, and that's our word Pop bottles and spend money on chicks with curves We the youth poetic justice, the kings and the Yankees Our flows is vicious, check check, check out my melodies [Shawn Wigs] We gifted with vocab to make the streets spaz And I'm infatuated with money like Mr.Krabs Blow bags of that purple 'til I'm purple like Grimace Burn spinach cause it keep up flows, Shawn's a menace Even Barack watch "The Wire," the streets is political Watch how the '89 analog switched to digital It's a miracle, we gettin rich, offa visuals Millionaires open doors, split them residuals And still don't know how to act, spend 5 beams on jeans Steady blowin cream by the stack I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink And have a ho butt-naked washed up by the sink Blowin stink, and I don't see grass on the field So I'mma tear ass on that field The Doe Wilson walk around with a bottle of Spades Diamonds lookin like I flossed in a cascade [Hook] [Sheek Louch] Dee dee dee da dee, dee dee dee dee da dee day You asked for Donnie G oh won't you please come out and play They know I keep that black girl, the black guns and the AK's I'm comin where you lay, and yeah I'm gonna spray - hey! Motherfucker what'chu lookin at? The crook's back Staten Island got my back, Brooklyn niggas let it clap Half these niggas ride out, Harlem niggas keep it real Bronx got a shorty there, that's my little hideout {?}, Rose, Donnie cake, souflee M6, no top on it, toupee Rubber grip, stainless steel, the night look gray Yeah, this that fly shit, patch over the eye shit Slick Rick, bruh, these bitches be on my dick Yeah I'm the new draft pick, about to get my ass licked Street bullies blastin, you ain't gotta ask it Ghostface, Wigs, will put you in a casket [Hook] [Sun God] Can I, kick it? Yes you can Can I, kick it? Yes you can Can I, kick it? Yes you can Well I'm gone - are you gonna miss me when I leave? Besides this 8 times 5, got tricks up in my sleeve Guaranteed, ain't nobody around these beez See the team, we don't sleep, cause niggas need green We bleed different, we chase money, y'all can chase dreams Came a long way, don't fuck that bread up in between Tell 'em God sent you, load up that wop and let it ring ock It's more than raindrops, when your nigga name get scratched off Like his name dropped, that's when that thang pop Y'all niggas thought once too much, that's why your brain stopped Lock and load both of them 40's I make the place hot You can't wipe that up with no shirt, that take mops Out the window here's another bomb let that bass drop [Hook] Paisley Darts[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo [Ghostface Killah] Catch me on yo' brochure with beachballs, at least three whores Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws They skintone is coffee and milk, mixed up Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech With cowboy hats and coach bags, they party like rockstars Bo Gary watches, just chill, they down in the shark bars And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds I'mma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee You could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese Life's a B, Bentley and big bills Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls Karate, black belt and I bring booze To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue [Raekwon] We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest Thankful, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love The Cuban Link niggas is the realest My wallet walk, speak to niggas, cops, judges We put it down, Columbian style, with three killas Based on money, dummies'll die It ain't funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy Keep cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in pools And fuck my shit up, and I'mma just lose Paid a lot of paper to live here American Gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear You know what time it is, crime it is No matter what rhyme it is We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits (no question) Based on a general's fist of fury Neck, arm, money, all of that's crispy jewelry [Sun God] Let me show you how I g ride, nina on both sides Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five Nigga, if you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide Housing In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Homicide Housing Known for drug dealing, stack thousands Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses At any time I could move up out this And go and cop some shit up in the moutains [Trife Da God] Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce Timberland snow boots, collecting more CREAM than a toll booth I grind daily, Patriotic like Tom Brady I'm the bomb baby, cuz what I write is beyond crazy I'm the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, mac palmer Call me Arab Diesel cuz I'm a track bomber Roger that, my niggas ain't got it cracked All we do is dollar stack, get twisted like bottlecaps While you on the block getting indicted We island hopping, globe trotting through the friendly skies flying United There's a party over here and everybody's invited The headliners is Theodore and everybody's excited [Method Man] Fuck that, 'bout time we took it back to the block The task force coming, I got crack in my sock White Rock on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops It's them dudes, drug slingers, 1-6-Ooh Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun spit too Call 'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude And ain't many mothafuckas could fit up in Rick's shoes Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the life we living That's a given, like football players love white women White linen, a tight denim, that ass look right in 'em Shit, I'm riding 'em, cool as Kahlua's with ice in 'em, shit... [Hook: Ghostface Killah] + (Cappadonna) Aiyo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I pass the mic to Cap (Nah, I pass it back) Never, son, hold that, you the master of the rap attack So knick knack patty wack (This is how we do it black) (Slap you with the almanac) Where actual facts is sold as facts [Cappadonna] We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones Travelling across the world while we smoking the bone We grinding, y'all niggas know what we do We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub Swagger stuck on ya face like a New Jack tool Right back at you, yeah me and my dude Toney We don't fuck with fake contracts and niggas that's phony Trying to get this money, right homey And lay back in the Riverside, just chill, relax the domepiece Link up with a fly dime, brick and a chrome piece Coming for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef {*skit of Ghostface and co. speaking during concert follows*} Kunta Fly Shit[Ghostface Killah] Yo Lord did you peep that That nigga pussy, that's why I'm gon' eat that Live and direct, five Tec's, med hat Hugh Hef' rows, bang on that out of town nigga coz he UFO Patiently press upon him Ask him, "who you know? where you from? What's up Duke?" Watch how you pop ya gum Empty ya pockets'fore the cops come When I bus take off past the light that ass better Run An' don't look back (no), hide if you have to Dollar vans, just Run into boats if he have to Even got a .38, don't give me no hastle When that little brown book in your pocket read Mathew's Jesus Christ, brothers around here stick together like cheap rice So Run little doggy, wolves is comin' Tell him London, he get done in Flame boy to his brains, hangin' out his onion Waffles And Ice Cream[Intro] Ma, Ma Throw down some money The ice cream man is coming [Verse 1] Yo, Shaolin's finest What up, Boo? Peace your highness Let's rewind this Both get naked and kill the shyness Wu Tang's timeless, blow out your sinus Sweet talk that ass into bed, kill 'em with kindness I'm thinking we should fuck again Get back to the sucking and Freak shit, all on the road we keep truckin' in Bottle of rose, double G's on the sneaker Let me slide in, love, I got respect like Aretha [Interlude] Ice cream Ice cream [Chorus] Watch these rap dudes slide all up in your texts French vanilla, butter pecan, we complex Even caramel sundaes, they gon' flex Scooped in the ice cream truck, let's have sex [Verse 2] My tenderoni, she was young when I first wet her Lil' niggas from the hood used to upset her I'm from the era of blowing kisses and love letters Big wheels and skates, now I'm skating on big wheels Lovin' my honey buns and I'm givin' 'em big thrills We build and destroy, it's different how shit feel When them boys turn to men, dick shit get real Look at my shorty and get clapped with the steel Hit with the Jason These save-a-ho niggas is fuck facin' Lard niggas, pure bacon Doo-doo head, fed nigga think he down with my clique clique Homicide housing, sometimes I fuck me a quick bitch It's the goony hillbilly drip Hashtag Ruck Juice And we don't give a fuck about none of y'all, fuck you The odd couple all night Fuckin' honeys on sight Chick like to sing on my dick just like a long mic [Interlude] Ice cream Ice cream [Verse 3] Yo, yo, your honey dip, summertime, fine jewelry drippin' It's been a minute, let your boy get back up in it No fake digits, no ex, to the next, let's text Meet up at the spot and have sex Low specs, big jewels hangin' off the Cuban Wrist iced up, the hotel room is boomin' Boozin', buttnaked in the jacuzz', we coolin' [Interlude] Ice cream [Chorus] Watch these rap dudes slide all up in your texts French vanilla, butter pecan, we complex Even caramel sundaes, they gon' flex And scooped in the ice cream truck, let's have sex Ice (Interlude)Yo... One, two ....yo! Aye yo he said I had fly ankles Plus my bangles was star-studded out. Ice cut it out! Every time we attend somewhere, you act real terribly You shit on niggas too much, you start to worry me You switch up, last week you burned a old lady's retina I thought them thick Coke bottle jammies might protect her But it didn't Pah, the lady's blind and it's all your fault It went down to jury court and you walked On stage you fuck with nigga's faces, glaciers Hittin' off with Cristal bottles, bing wind up in the basement Very expensive championship Chipped rocks stone for his wedding day, bitches give you props Look you tied a knot, understand you hot; you got my man popped In the most famous era, like when "Paid in Full" dropped Waves and blue tops, raise the roof off the coupe Them days, the black and red MJ's, I was loose! Pistol Smoke[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yeah [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] You  can get clapped in the deadly hall Where  the killers skate off in the clean G Wagen, all gray Chain swingin', the god-gods was tried for 'meanors Gucci, last thing they seen hittin' the cement The  fuck y'all standing around for? Watch  my reels, I make scripts off strips like, "Hold on, strip" I don't care what he say, how many guns he got Just  ask your mans about my flicks Movies, gruesome, bombs, we boofed it Rikers Island, that phone got bodies on it, true shit A click, two sticks, it'll cost you, baby That's  two pin joints if I lost you, baby Yeah, I'm back, we can go bar for bar Tie hands together with the aux, go scar for scar Go 'head and act up, injuries gon' add up Walkin' out the ER like a mummy, all wrapped up Come on board, shooters, we hirin' Scarface bald head niggas, we admire them Rumor has it a lot of frauds got flaws on 'em See a lot of Madea in niggas, wrong drawers on 'em [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Many legs I broke, many necks I choked (Right) Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right) Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right) And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (Brr) Many legs I broke, many necks I choked Many legs I broke, many necks I choked Many legs I broke, many necks I choked And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] I held 'em up like a pair of crutches Had 'em all in a jam like I ran with Smuckers Cops, sirens, paparazzis over hot bodies Headshots in the Maserati Don't wrap that nigga, no Polo sheets Keep it discrete, I told that nigga he'd be dead in a week His bitch told me where he rest, where he keep his cheese He got a stashbox in the wheel in both his V's I got forty-seven cocaine connects out in Monaco Top of the line, these coke chefs made the honor roll And that's the reason I don't fuck with faggots Twenty-one guns that go savage Seventy nuns that tote smoke in the old baggage Whatever I see, I grab it You get the message like it's all in a tablet You straight bitch like Tiff Haddish Hustle grands like Tip Harris The whole hood drop like a miscarriage [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Many legs I broke, many necks I choked (Right) Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right) Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right) And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (Brr) Many legs I broke, many necks I choked Many legs I broke, many necks I choked Many legs I broke, many necks I choked And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke I Think I Saw a Ghost[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Let's get this money, yeah nigga Uh, shit is rockstar shit Radiohead and all them niggas with all them fly names Yeah, Green Day, Van Halen, Metallica shit Yeah, Ozzy, shout out to Ozzy [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, hey yo Wallos is crisp the duffle bag got a straight mill Black Gotti's dice em off in the grill Party and bullshit, the gun got a full clip Stop running your trap, you get yapped for that loose lip Triple Goose look like an OJ glove And them Gucci seats in the jet is nothing but love Push come to shove I'ma burn an half of ounce in the skylark Ice cold Dos Equis, I don't fuck with the landshark AMG [?] with the glass steering wheel Petrified wood dash and the crystal windshield White tire gold diamond flakes in the paint job Shit's so sexy, when you look, you get your dick hard Impeccable, I'm more than intellectual Dart throwin' don that'll stir fry your vegetable Tone Tana'll merk your grandmaw For them dead presidents You should never bite the hand paw [Chorus: Reignwolf] I think I saw a ghost Walking up and down the road Going coast to coast It won't stop until the lights turn off Hanging on to memories Well here you go, it's bad for me I think I saw a ghost I think I saw a ghost [Verse 2: Vic Spencer] And that's the word to my mother I love the motherfucking game, I like my bird to be smothered Apple juice Beamer at Costco's Rock and roll shit still make you do the wop though Leather pyjamas, the house shoes off white If I wanna win the finals then I gotta call Mike Floor seats, smoking on purple punch The other funds stuffed in the safe way up at Oregon Time for me to shit on the rap game Range Rove cruise on train tracks in the rain Face twisted when I'm cracking your frame Gates missing when I lap on a plane I may fracture your brain Your girl's swimming, I still feel her wet weight It's a drywall but the cactus remain Vic Spencer now chilling at the function This shit's so exclusive big Ghost ain't see it coming Ayo Starks, man, give me some blue and green Wallies [Chorus: Reignwolf] I think I saw a ghost Walking up and down the road Going coast to coast It won't stop until the lights turn off Hanging on to memories Well here you go, it's bad for me I think I saw a ghost I think I saw a ghost [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Fiends they come out at dark Rockstar like Linkin Park Guns we gon' let 'em spark Two tone like Ghost Clarks Hoodie on like we stealing Crowd look like Van Halen Mixed with Public Enemy Bus loads of chicks trailin' White boys'll ride for me Black boys that die for me Only keep it gangsta so the fuck boys they hide from me Too big to stage dive Too rich to drink and drive But I still do it, how the fuck am I still alive? Rap on this dope guitar Lights on like it's the law Blue face, it's blue face the safe look like Avatar Got bread for any car Could buy out any bar And I stand tall like Bruce and Abdul-Jabbar Lyrically another level Deep get another shovel It's hard to hate on the god, so get another devil Yeah, weed and liquor in my cup Still middle fingers up Wu-Block [Chorus: Reignwolf] I think I saw a ghost Walking up and down the road Going coast to coast It won't stop until the lights turn off Hanging on to memories Well here you go, it's bad for me I think I saw a ghost I think I saw a ghost [Outro: Reignwolf] Toney Sigel (The Barrel Brothers) (Remix)[Ghostface Killah] Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of canned goods Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Sheek Louch The narcotics is far from garbage Whether it's cold or it's late August My shit is fresh cuz I catch the harvest My little cousin bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping You know, we be the boys clocking the graveyard shift Big bundles, counting our CREAM, burning the lazer spliff My man, jumps out the whip with the A.R. fifth And we barred from plenty of parties cuz we start shit Parole hoes, six months in the box My little sister got her head shaved off She made it home from shop We selling cartons, Pampers, Similac formula Anything it take because the paper keep calling ya Gangstas keep balling for sure, we want more We make it rain from the tech and wop The Lex pouring and the precincts don't have enough cups for us To slow us up, they hit us with dust Then they rush, bust, my big man Ron'll break the cuffs Three-hundred pound nigga, po-po has to fuck him up They say that my projects shall undergo therapy We never voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B [Styles P] The ill rap niggas that kill Destroy shit but they able to build Come fuck with the real Coward, better play your part This shit'll lace yo' heart Get hit with a Ghostface dart And you better live this shit to fullest Or be ready to pull it Or be hit with a B. Sig' bullet The ill rap niggas that kill Destroy shit but they able to build Come fuck with the real [Beanie Sigel] It's the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no face My mack bullets burn like tequila with no chase My knifework like a guillotine sword cutting Niggas stop fronting for my Killa Beez swarm something Bzzz, empty out the whole clip then reload Shotgun barrel leave it smoking like a broke stove Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit The casket, the hearse and the pastor in the pulpit I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime Just imagine what I do for a quarter Ain't no telling what I do for a dollar Pop a nigga right in front of his mama Son a nigga right in front of his daughter And I'm nothing like the father He couldn't come from these nuts I got Or see Baltimore suck this cock I know most of y'all wouldn't understand Get it... get it... understand Yeah, some niggas will, and some niggas won't Like some niggas kill, and some niggas don't You'se a fake until you make it type of nigga I'm a straight up take it type of nigga Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type of nigga I'm hard on chumps, most these dudes is fags Put the guard on punks, push the broom up they ass Or the knife like American meat American Sig', it's Muslim, so I ain't feeling Bush overseas I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you gon' have to cut me out the track Like cancer I can't stop, won't stop, this how we do it from Philly to Shaolin All my niggas swap in (Yeah nigga) [Solomon Childs] Guns imported from Dubai, wheelchairs and shitbags Peach Snapples and pretty scapals Renaissance, I'll stick a pick in ya gut at the chapel Or blow a nigga for a box of Huggies Cop killas with a box of dummies Gummies, stuck to the project floors Niggas is suited up and we ready for war The Champ (Remix)[Intro] "Just Blaze!" [Verse 1] Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone Yo I ain't got it all, that means I'm barely home Trailblazer stay ballin with vengeance,my arts Is crafty darts, while y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy Wondering, how did y'all niggas get past me I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty My Wallos I did 'em up, them bricks I sent 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up 10-4 good buddy, Tone got his money up Worth millions, still bag your bitch looking bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of death Liar liar pants on fire, you burning up like David Koresh This is architect music, verbal street opera Pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed I ran through The Tunnel, terrrorized Speed That's when I was still in the jungle, slinging that D [Verse 2] I'mma go hard on ya'll niggas Dart ya'll niggas out, dropping science To let y'all know what the kid about I hang like the disco ball, on the floor I'm like John Travolta, suade blazing with my chest showing Rings and them hard jeans, please, I'm comfy in the spot So I'm never handcuffing my queen It's a Theodore movement, Glock-holding kids With the chocolate boomers, aiyo fuck those rumors Leave your chick around me, I'll get those bloomers Bang that like Desi Arness, with the cowskin cougars Keep staring down the eyes of the champ, anywhere in this rap shit Punk muthafucker, I get you blamped, word life, my throat is high See RiggaTone with the velvet mask on Cleaning his glass arm [Verse 3] Yo, who wanna battle the Don? I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors (yeah) Bet y'all didn't know I had a fake arm I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat nigga out in like forty seconds My gun get hard (uh!) wit a forty-five still erection Eagle on, Kangol half-slanted, Coconut Ballys from Morocco Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock, yo Niggas want me dead but they scared to step to me Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite Or get you bumped off from the inside Jaws is hanging Frauds is left in their drawers on the floor complaining Bird ass nigga resemble Keenon Ivory Wayans Stay in your place dirt born rappers get shadow boxed for training Ya'll still eatin bacon [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah nigga, that's right You know you messing with a dart master right now, yo [Verse 4] Yo, I done walked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt) Slept on glass (glass), never got cut (cut) And broke a few nose bones, yo, let off a round or two At certain dudes where they dropped they phones Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail For writing murder, my wrist couldn't take it and bailed They left my fingers for dead, told 'em "I ain't have nothing to do with the writing" Now hold you down when you be squeezing that lead Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch D's Rolling in threes, in them purple capri's' A gritty bop, my watch is bigger, Wallo's with the gold tassels Your old slave, with Starkey Love on the shackle And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced out Poofed the nails off, y'all faggots can figure the price out It's chump change, ya'll bitch niggas go get my coco Get my slippers, before I go gun ho! [Verse 5] I'm like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table (uh!) Half a mil' on my left ankle Terrycloth Guess shorts, robes is comfortable Bring me a nice bitch that means I'll fuck with you My swagger is Mick Jagger, 'stones' is 'rollin' Prestige is cut to a T-spark when weed went up The cocoa leaf is slightly damp Sprouting in the backyard next to Gram Duke's tomato plants And jets get charted, marquee shit with the cars on it The haters, they earl, run to the toilet and vomit Back East I'm a MC king since Cuban Pretty Tone, Iron Man, Bulletproof, and Supreme Kufi on, double deuce in the jeans My man shape was on the floor with the mother lode, both of them green IBF, WBC, cruiserweight, title shots, rap belts belongin' to D.C Street Opera[Intro: Sun God] Sun God... get 'em, official... [Sun God] I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs Squad leader call, they moving up on us But them g's on the corners, move when I move That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons pull a gun on em Think it's weak and trying to creep or run up on us Shit'll get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters Cuz change is money, you float funny when you surf in the water I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border I love my life, I live it twice, cuz it's up to me sorta You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter That really love me, for the shit that I taught her Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in Usher got the universe Confession, pardon your dame I'm new to the game, but true to my lesson [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Jeans, hoods, guns, crack [Ghostface Killah] Visions of me swallowing crack, being chased by jake And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate Intruders is strapped with rugers with daggers in they jeans We two zooted like we comin down off woolers And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas With true talent, like my name is T.O So when I piss, I gotta piss slow, she know i keep them Visine bottles Cuz if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go The project steps is ajaxed down Dried blood maintenance men with the scrub brush Scrapin the ground Diapers baby rattles and broke lighters I led many horses to water just to see if they like it Taste my Betty Crock, ready rock, bet he cop now News flash my nigga rotten L laid a cop down Any of ya'll niggas want beef I will stop clowns I got a bat, ox, fifth, now how the Glock sound? [Hook] (Ghostface Killah) (Sun God) Ay yo what up SG Ay yo whats poppin my nigga I'm just oilin the toolies Excercisin my trigger Finger I got the biggest bangers Yeah I got a crispy stainless Your mans ain't fuckin those hoes They just a bunch of gators Them head shots neck shots probably blow they brains in I'm so close to the edge pushin they fuckin face in I bet you now them motherfuckas really stop complainin No hesitation my reputation will leave em chainless We go hard like the narcs when we start invadin I cop the license and registration and cock it aimin It's all entertainment and all my niggas made it We hard body like Wutang and Iron Maiden I keep the iron blazin hands hurt like a bitch when she puttin braids in I think its so amazing We ran trains for hours up in the Days Inn Hoodrats in crack motels receive nathan [Hook] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] *Sounds of crunching and eating* Yeah, good... Stay[Intro: sample (Ghostace Killah)] Stay, a little longer (come here, ma, stay for a little while) (I know you gotta go home soon, but) I know you have to go home to him (time just flies everytime I get with you) [Ghostface Killah] Yo, boo, I want you to say, fall back Put your slippers on, have a seat, give me your leg I got the baby oil warmed up, Dreamgirls DVD Stagger Lee swine, could you stay mine, pretty please? I"m begging you, girl, but time fly since 2 o'clock, boom I turn around it's like 12 on the dot What am I to do? Your steeze got a live nigga wanting you Around the way girl, that's why I don't mind sporting you [Interlude: sample (Ghostface Killah) Someone who loves you, only half as much as I do (He don't love you, he don't love like I love you, boo) (He's not even close) [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, he don't really love you like I do Kiss your feet, make love to you, like I do Wake you up, in the night tank and surprise you Cross my heart, swear, put my hand on the bible I'm not a cold blooded killa, baby, I cry too The best thing for me is when I'm laying beside you Turn you over, open up, get up inside you He a woman beater, no doubt, and he lies too [Interlude: sample (Ghostface Killah)] Stay, a little longer (please, baby, just one last time) I know you have to go home to him (I know you got to bring it out, though) [Ghostface Killah] When you leave I get aggy, I don't know how to act The reality settle with a punch and a smack When I know that you with him, you ain't calling me back It be that thing down there, that got me way off track [Interlude: sample (Ghostface Killah)] Someone, who loves you (I'm telling you) (His heart ain't even nowhere near it as mines be) Only half as much as I do (come on, trust me on this) [Ghostface Killah] If it's like that, fuck that nigga, he a clown He don't know what he got, let that bastard suffer I sent you roses, Donna Karen bags from Paris He can't match my one, son, he'll be embarrased [Interlude: sample (Ghostface Killah)] Stay, a little longer (all I wanna do is take you out tonight) (Go to clubs thats popping) I know you have to go home to him (come on, let's go get our one-two On, come on) [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, baby, don't leave, cuz the club is popping We got grandma yay, plus the tunes is knocking On the dance floor, I'm sweating my ass off Imagining us in deep lust, how you look with your pants off My one-two step, your dress is so spun And your neck smell good, look cute when you chewing your gum and From the womb to the tomb, you're blessed with a killa walk You don't have to give me none, it's ight, we'll talk [Outro: sample] Someone who loves you Only half as much as I do Charlie Brown[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, hand me my surfboard, I'mma surf on these niggas real quick You know what I mean, show these niggas out See whose real and see whose fake Youknowhatimean, it just seem like you niggas float on water Check this style out... I've never used this shit before (yo, yo) [Ghostface Killah] I got them Beefsteak Charlie's on, size 12, medium Shy top wallies on, straight from England I got taps on mines, ya'lls is leaning Fuck ya star pussies for real, ya'll just dreaming Wake up, mothafuckas, shape up, feel the pain What up, stand the fuck up, pull ya cup out for change Now who wanna step through my backyard? When this go double platinum I'mma flash hard, like Oh boy, Toney's the Don, know With so much paper, call me Enron, so My peeps blow, check my peacoat She holds, throw it back, nigga I keep those Just in case ya'll wanna see a freakshow Barnum & Bailey's, night of the deepthroats Dirty mouth niggas, may ya'll eat soap Shoot one of ya'll, touch my cheese toast [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah] Hey hey, what you say? This is real hip hop on the line today It's worth more than any label, on what they pay I'm here to save hip hop, cuz it's dying away, come on [Ghostface Killah] Fiber optic, microscopic Bulletproof. Yo, I'm glad you copped it Sony stop it, Def Jam gon' do the opposite Hov' gon' keep on top of it I'm real positive, my prerogative Socrates, mockeries, Betty Croker kids Go broke, I'mma fucking rob ya crib And I'mma kill him if I get on top of him With crazy hammers, nothing but grown man taste With bandanas, right in front of cameras Parents planning, feel the cannon Tanning yogurt niggas, like Dannon Stretch, yes, I go to war with a banged up vest Teflon, that was made by Guess Even my girl got a bulletproof dress J.Lo shit to runway, laid Prego crisp Diego, Killah wave-oh, Play-Doh fifth They ain't no, nigga like Ghost, play those chips We dying from the guns shots, fatal licks From yae yo bricks to Adolf spits, we paid off it The Wally Don, done ate off it Throwing stones at a glass house, front and get mashed out My gun turn heads, like bitches with they ass out [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, uh-huh, nigga, ya'll like that shit huh, youknowhatimean This is real hip hop and shit, youknowhatimean This is a huh, I'm a true MC, ya'll niggas know how I get down Ain't none of that commercial shit, youknowhatimean I'm stuck in that, back in the days, '95 '88, '86 era, of real hip hop and shit You know what I mean, word up, it's the great Ghost Deini, nigga I got too many styles, I juggle this shit Ya'll little niggas out there need to take heed Block Rock[Intro: scratched up samples] "You out there, on now" "Sorry... that's word, I'm not the herb" "Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying" "It's the hardcore" "Set it off, rusty, low down" "Following me, it be the God" "Whatever, whatever" "God all" "All New York, ight" [Ghostface Killah] Yo, aiyo, the Wally man's coming, you can hear his chain dangle Brolic arm, check out the ankle Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways, like they sit in the cup You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, you can make it slush On the streets, cousin, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back Four hundred g's, on the concrete, save that Like James Brown, it's the Big Payback Same place you front's where you get laid at Strong arm a nigga for real, we eat ya food Like dog, muthafucka, in replace of a meal Give you a two hour car chase, flying through lakes and bushes Holding the wheel, still burning the swishes Exotic killas who bribe to kill us, and we pay for a tab Don't matter what size the bill is We don't need your support, wack speech your thought Just to rhyme my shit when the tape cut off The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain Yo, he tapped to the roof, watch the block, watch 'em hang [Hook: Ghostface Killah] From Broad Street down to Milledge You fucking with experienced killas Mean wolves, silver back gorillas Them Theodore kids' gorillas You fucking with experienced killas Silver back gorillas [Ghostface Killah] The grenade gonna hit like a bomb from Flex The street is never at peace when I palm a tech My enemies is subdued, I'm a black belt The moves I do, is how Bruce stick Kareem Abdul Same dudes give a bitch booze, stupid rich dudes Crystal, chandellier ice, keep a wrist full Cuz, if Lil' Jon, can ice his cup I top that shit, and ice my nuts See I'm a threat when it comes to rocks At 3 A.M., you like damn, who put the sun on the block Is he crazy? Illuminate like the Son of God And still pull up in the hooped out rented car With dust and weed on him, knock the neighborhood bully out Take his gun and pee on him The magazines can't develop my flicks The negatives came, and printed out them c-note chips Keep the heat flaming, beats banging, bottle of weed stanking Competition, yo, I'm giving out strict spankings Burn 'em like bacon, some want Satan In the hell fire, screaming, yo I'm sorry for faking, baking [Hook] Rec-Room Therapy[Intro: Ghostface Killah] A'ight, now, this is how we gon' do this shit You know'm sayin'? Niggas wasn't out in the streets back then When was doing this shit son, you know what I mean? Yeah, check the story [Ghostface Killah] I done flushed bags of powder down project toilets You could of found of me on the steps dusted, unable to call it Jums in my pocket, the rental was stolen Tapping pockets on the local drug dealers, just to see what they holding I know, niggas with crack viles stuck to they colon The acid, done bubbled up, now they stomachs is swollen That just, life in the hood, ceramic glass, who we bag in our stash The ultraviolet haze, we hit it and pass We toast to the Ghost of old days, yeah, old ager huh We rap renegades, must stay paid [Hook: Raekwon] + (Ghostface Killah) Get money (get money) Get money, Ghost (get money) Get money (get money) Get money, Ghost (get money) [Ghostface Killah] Big fluffed out gooses on, Stan Smiths The housing cops can suck our dicks, we jumping out of convertible matchbox shits, next drip inhaling Chilling, my throat frozen, my orange brick Bottles of Cru', bitches with Baby Phats, they swinging ax They singing, you still blinging, daddy, now bring it back To smoke these rap niggas, honey, I'mma need a match To bust the game wide open, I'mma need an ax I juggle this, practice, smuggle heroin in the cactus Keep it hood, I still go and fuck a fat bitch Actress, slinging the backs of five Cleopatras A cocaine Chef, I stretch money like elastic, nigga My raps is bigger, dynamics with the muscle advantage Jay Cutler on dust, when I blam shit [Hook] [Raekwon] Yo, we been bagging since 18, kid, Polo rugs on with gloves on Rented cars, fronting on winning broads Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, Avia' days Keep your hands off my blunt and my waves Benetton, Superman bomb, everybody in the lobby, we clapping Hats on, protecting your moms, you know how we play Spray something down if the team say It's on, I dedicate my lines to the PJ's Triple beams, Pyrex jars, smoking nickle weeds All we did is look mad fly, icicle rings Whatever homeboy, you want it? You could get your receipt A little closer, you can sense we got heat, it's only me Plus four other ill gangstas, we all anxious To blow up your block and spank shit [Hook] [U-God] Yo, I'm down for the get down, hit the town, sick the bloodhounds on 'em I rip clowns, I flip pounds, I spit rounds I'm on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the crowd Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds I'm not a rat, I'm spellbound, I melt down Your G-Force, with heat walks Free falling to a bed of money, bet he's hungry Spread the honey, big head inside the Humvee Mix lead inside my lungies, spend bread on my Dungarees And such and such, Ghost plugged me with this slut Bitch, don't hug me, bug me, I'm ugly when I fuck I'm hard like a jungle hunter, bust off in Heather Double cross me, lift your boss off your feet, 'course he's feather Whatever, whatever, he cried in the Benz Tennis players get fried, playing both sides of the ends Keep your eyes on your friends, cuz they spy for the feds Watch me rise from the dead, I got ties with the dreads [Hook] Party Over Here[Intro] Haha, yeah Tony Stark, nigga I ain't going nowhere (Yeah) Y'all feel me? We about to finish this al', dawg (Uh-huh) Tell 'em, Tone Tone (It's the beginning) Yo, yo, yo Yo [Verse 1] The old lady said the shooter was 5'6" And she don't know how he got away with five of them bricks Across the street, a group of men held nine sticks Those is choppers being sprayed, and all of em' missed, uh Lil' bro got away with it He promised me four of them joints if I stayed with him, uh What the fuck y'all think? I wasn't born with a slit between my legs with a hole that's pink? Nah, I'm a gangster, besides getting paper I move my pawns, fuck around and get rook Besides that, any jux session Deny me for any stones in your skin, you get cooked Haha, blood spillin' like lava Face on the hot concrete, no agua Nasty killer with horror You wasn't even the main entree, how's that for a starter? [Chorus] (Party over here) I'm talking like it's about to get deadly, we stay getting ready (Party over here) Staten Island stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy (Party over here) More paper, hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip (Party over here) Don't you dare run, nigga, just hand over the goods, or we'll take it [Verse 2] Bottle after bottle, Remy dark, Goose, Moscato Threw the club into gear full throttle Players on one side, killers on the other Hoes in the middle, plus it's jam-packed, flooded Sweating through my silk, real life, I might tuck it Mad hoes, got 'em on the string like a puppet Party over here, lil' niggas stepped on my kicks without sayin' pardon over here Two of my goons seen it, followed him over there Came back with whatever that fuckboy had in his ear Neck, chest, wrists, he couldn't persevere Pat Riley on his neck, gave up the jewels like, "Here" Nickel-plated bulldogs, 12-inch Rugers and long leathers To pluck any bird nigga feather Staten Island, we get ours regardless Don't forget, we do the pressin', y'all just press charges [Chorus] (Party over here) I'm talking like it's about to get deadly, we stay getting ready (Party over here) Staten Island stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy (Party over here) More paper, hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip (Party over here) Don't you dare run, nigga, just hand over the goods, or we'll take it Saigon Velour (Single Version)[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Okay, yeah, yo yo Son I walk down the block like it's '76 Pimp robe, fur hat just to match my kicks And my chain's like 80 pounds of frozen ice I got four bitches with me, no need to look twice Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian salt I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport An ounce of the blueberry, big bottle of Titos Count the plaques on the wall, like I sang for The Beatles Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel Tony Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel In the stash house owned by El Patrón Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones Big banks in Sweden, vaults in Morocco But my all time favorite is a Columbian taco [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street [Verse 2: LA The Darkman] Well I'm black as an onyx, (?) and demonic Little (?) go in your mouth, Orthodontics Globally iconic Dr. Dre, The Chronic My new company, Wu-Electronics Scientifcally smart, technology art (?) Jackson and Tony Stark's undeniable thoughts Avoidin' unmarks FBI, DEA, all government sharks All around the nation they see my demonstration Four-Four revolver, no shell casings Send you to a coroner, a murderer's formula My feet up for weeks, Miami Beach, Florida Sign of success, trust the process Women with they feet in my sand, topless Darkman's a monster, yeah, Lochness Nothin' in the mother fuckin' word could stop this I'm a ski-mask professional always after that decimal Shoot you in your head, if you live, you'll be a vegetable [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Original, a lot of style, boom-pow Blowin' on the pound, puh-puh-puh-puh-pow Way up in the cloud Misbehave the flav', now let me show you how To maintain and sustain as I crush game Smooth as silk with a little bit of Kush, mane Plush game, lavish livin' Bust on the pigs with bad intentions Smoke dope, go for broke, young loc The homie said 9-1-1 is a joke (Fuck tha police!) And I believe that so I protect and serve Every nigga on the block, that's my word Cadillac drivin', stackin', providin' Listen to the sounds of the sirens I'm a O.G. nigga on a mission Beans don't burn in the kitchen if you twist it while dippin' it [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street [Verse 4: E-40] Guard at the gate, live in a mansion Rap career longer than an extension Still hold it in court Got my wine in the World Report Or should I say the duPont REGISTRY? If it ain't now, it will be Grew up on purple, went from humble Be bumpin' a bubble truck full of rumble In a major way, E-40 cookin' out the double Pot in the kitchen at all times I'm a boss, still write my own rhymes Been there, done it, been factor, trapper 'fore rapper Been 100 from day one, quick thinker, fast reactor Been a fixture, I don't think it's many left Been the shit like your baby mama breath Been in it for a while, been a threat Custom houses and cars is how I'm livin' [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street Staten Island Murder Goons[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, testing one-two, one-two Testing, one-two, yeah, one-two [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] I've lived the life of Sonny Carson Favorite slacks was the baby blue knitted sharkskins Custom made like the ace of spade Switching robes when I leave the forum In the sleeve is a classic date Russian cut, mustard handle, bout the same size Of little tight Shawn with his Nikes on, still blamp you Vamp you, throwing homo's out they sandals Leave your brain all chunky like I'm advertising soup from Campbell's Bowl legged old man give me props, all I do is buy 'em a bottle Hit 'em off, like "peace, pops!", Fishscale got the streets hot All you gotta do is go on the road, with Dipset, Rae & D-Block And that's how we take New York back (yeah) Flex and the Pitbulls, Heavy Hitters, Kay Slay, Absolut Camillo, Lantern, load the wax up, cock and shoot Cypha Sounds, DJ Clue, Envy, next, Staten be the scoop [Hook: Ghostface Killah] We them brick, flippin' niggas with Cash Rule, relax duke Doctor bills, funerals, that's what cash do Come around here, fronting, we'll splash you Staten Island murder goons, cousin, we'll scratch you [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, heard some of ya'll singing like Lou Rawls Try to fuck me, you gon' suffer from blue balls Tone's a karate champ, shottie champ You period niggas be spotting with bad cramps Intestines looking like chitlings All we need is hot sauce, my pork eaters, go and get rid of 'em Kites and death threats, ya'll keep sending 'em For every dart you throw, my last one's killing 'em Like cancer patients, in the process, losing they hair You'll be fighting for life, scratching and gagging Panicking, gasping for air, suffocating from no-wind syndrome Like somebody cut the neck of a deer It's algebra in the third, Alfa Alfa with the gun to the rascal Jessica Alba is one of my birds Plus AlcaSeltzer's blowing up bursts Out to melt you brain cells like Alien herb [Hook: Ghostface Killah] We them brick, flippin' niggas with Cash Rule, relax duke Doctor bills, funerals, that's what cash do Come around here, fronting, we'll splash you Staten Island murder goons, cousin, we'll scratch you [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Get lost in my hood, it's like you lost in El Mira You might get poked up, smoked up, throat cut Rocking them little fly chains, get yoked up Ya'll Boar's Head niggas, ya'll just cold cuts Victims of night time street horror, going home with casualties The twelve gauge blew a path in your knee That's what happens in war, when the high heaters don't eat We creep, our stomach growls loud, so we don't sleep, tote heat Won't speak, (we them), we them grill niggas, we smoke beef [Hook: Ghostface Killah] We them brick, flippin' niggas with Cash Rule, relax duke Doctor bills, funerals, that's what cash do Come around here, fronting, we'll splash you Staten Island murder goons, cousin, we'll scratch you Starkology[Ghostface Killah] Yo... yo Y'all respect my tour bus We got whores with no drawers ready to do all four of us! Wildin, bustin big bags of Ruffles Show money, rubber band'd up in the duffle With dirtbomb niggas that steal cake from stores Boostin niggas that pop tags in the mall True spot hoggers, used a few stockings Niggas hand over the cash when heat's to they noggin I sing a lil' lullaby, who gon' testify The way a gruesome murder been televised? Stupid! My name still ring in the streets though Eighty-six, used to slip crack through the peephole Biscuit like vaseline if I was a crook In rap I'm past the cream, brand more lean If you niggas complain of sore throats Shove the gun in they mouth, throat got scratched They suckin on Halls yo Yeah, yo Yo this verse is like leavin the gas on Hog-tie a nigga for his bread, have the Hefty bag on By any means, a cheddar king Got a '98 kid's voice on smooth like Lenny Green Word to my mother I air y'all niggas out Bigger chromers for the one who got the bigger mouth ("Shout, shout, I'm talking to you, c'mon!") Go 'head and try me, you know you a bird You could be on +Gangland+ wit'cha face all blurred Skull deaded up slumped over the curb Just watch next time how you write your words Leave you hangin like your last name Or a old man's nuts that sag with no shame Payback's a bitch; yeah I smash y'all berries 'fore they find you dead in your +Little House on the Prairie+ Yo, I can do this on crutches black with no legs Both arms in a sling, push me on stage Style still linger in the air like Glade Girls my early 20's I used to run trains Chill I got next, go behind Dirt Sometimes I had to chill instead get neck Rich chandelier gown all over my flesh 'Bout to throw ladies to Haiti, peace to Wyclef Blowed y'all cream never throw dollar bills up You know we window baggin that krillz up Fingertips hurt puttin that work in Move that white in bulk nigga like Jergens New rappers need to skip town This the East coast music, Grandpa Ghost is around Icon tellin y'all now Be out before dawn 'fore shit get wild~! Blue Armor[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Uh-huh [Ghostface Killah] Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head Get your top rocked, way across state The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold that weight Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they backside flake I smash ya'll muthafuckas like a seedless grape And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you fucking snakes Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she Bitch ass nigga for sale, like Magilla Standing in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though" [Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Sheek Louch)] Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?) Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up! [Sheek Louch] Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent scars Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing probation dates I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey period late I'm hot as fuck, my truck keep getting tailed It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed Forgetting bail, piss test failed Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets Like in Back to the Future, when the car left Ghost'll clap for me, fuck, rap for me Yo, tell them niggas on the Island, get strapped for me Het wet ya, and throw the stocking On his face, like when he first met cha [Ghostface Killah] Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose I had my road dogs follow your troops Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew With a flow so sick, my high temperature'll body the flu Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't even move Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot My fiends'll box filled with coke head classics Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef From eight-ball jackets to cops and robbers My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to garbage I wash my money in Woolite, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers Black jewels trucking, still come through bummy Soursop[Chorus] When I was just Give  me light, light, light the way Light  the way, give me light, give me light Give me light, light, light, light Light, light, light, light Light,  light, light Can  you light? Can you light? Light, light the way Light  the way, give me light, give me light Give me light, light, light, light Light, light, light, light Light, light, light Can  you light? [Verse 1] Yeah, yo Bloodclaat, bust my gun like a rude boy No Love & Hip Hop, bad attitude, boy Jamaican Clarks, sippin' Guinness on the hot sand Sun splash, I'm on after Elephant Man My posse paddle through the Cayman in a small canoe Chewin' on chew sticks, blowin' on ganja root Fonto leaf, Irish moss, soursop Big nets catchin' monk fish, spice for the crockpot The powder is wrapped, lookin' like baby roadies Machine gun mask on, lookin' like a bunch of goalies The half a foot dread, the whole land call him Toby He got a team of red beam that'll lean the police Christoper Coke, the pistol'll smoke gutters We out in Kingston grooming the dirt for the butters Sharpened machetes that slice through the trees for berries Busting coconuts, Selassie legendary [Chorus] When I was just Give me light, light, light the way Light the way, give me light, give me light Give me light, light, light, light Light, light, light, light Light, light, light Can you light? Can you light? Light, light the way Light the way, give me light, give me light Give me light, light, light, light Light, light, light, light Light, light, light Can you light? [Verse 2] Siddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, and truly (Right) No search and fiddle (Right) Diddly, diddly, diddly, and truly First class (Brrt) Cold blooded murderer (Right) Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em what them ah really require (Right) Cold blooded murderer Wu-Tang the definition of a soldier [Verse 3] Check the Tiger Bone, stole love don, I sip a megaton On point, soldiers is armed and blow the best corn Fly silks and wallies, women from Jamaica to Bali Acknowledge me at the show and prove rowdy I miss Allah Real still, I build with this peace of steel They call the microphone chrome nickel-plated poems Jamel Ireef and Iron Man Tone, respect shown In Jamaica, there's a party, peace to all my natty Eatin' swordfish and I keep sliced avocado Rice and peas and items sweet like a mango One hundred clip rifle blow, steady flow, rhythm, tempo "More fire," the sample go, so Peace to Fire House, Waltham, Havendale to Maverley Jungle to Rema, Salt Lane to Tivoli Gaza, Spanish Town, Trenchtown, back to Maxfield 'Nough respect due, everything real [Outro] When I was just Good Times[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Allah himself Man, woman, child The Book of Life Starks Enterprise! [Ghostface Killah] Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures Peace to ten thousand seaters And all y'all pretty ass Libras My Tommy dick'll blow y'all ass to pieces I love fuckin with y'all I got the George Jeff walk Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts Hold on, who turned the lights on? 1.. 2.. My mic on? Preach on, brother That's that bullshit. Right on Crackhead, stop it. Dope pusher, stop it The father sent me a message and I came to drop it The profit is to love each other Michael Jordan/Jackson, Cosby money, Oprah They got our Mother. Go get Africa! [Lord Superb] Hominy grits, welfare cheese Roach clips, WIC check day's the 1st in the 5th What Ghost? [Ghostface Killah (Lord Superb)] Fuck y'all niggas an' fuck y'all bitches an' Fuck the pictures y'all takin, fuck the whip you in Starsky bring home the dough now the show is over (It's over) It's over? (It's over) It's over? [Lord Superb] Timberland, crack snorkels, jewels, cash insurance Tahoes, fly clothes and Ferragamos 5 plus 5 O's, one plus 9 O's Save our self, reach our goals [Ghostface Killah] What if the BIBLE wasn't good? And good was bad, as bad as it should It matters, feed em proper food The wonders that Allah will do Maybe he'll discover you Lookin' like a couple jewels Ticket traum' was sold out plus the Garden loved the way I move People see me, G. Deini Hit Beenie on the cell, see me? You need me, you read me Casanova, get that weed for me The champ be the vigilante Ask me what the circumstance be In me like Marcus Camby Hear me, I fuck with family Dons, chew on this, the hit list got All of your names, so y'all lames is hist' I kissed the bangin-est bitch (all night) that's famous for her tits Not that tall doofy chick in your hood called Sticks Come on! [Lord Superb] Bentleys withsharp shoes Similac, Huggies, big Shazam jewels [Raekwon] Infrared shootin at niggas We back. Execution, niggas Markin it mummy, he money, he fly bummy Super wizzes, look like Luther bitches Still catches ill inventions Strength, real niggas rollin blizzies, fearless ninjas So illa, four-wheeler, promotin like Benz dealer Instiller, get real for hugs, lets chill feel I'm ill with colour Yo bakin', straight cake, lay it on my favorite aces Fuck all your understatements Battle us? Battle gauges [Lord Superb] A big mansion, real product of the shrimp scampi Sail boat, big yacht, and beige Hummer Summer home, big stones and cologne Remember heroes? I guess them corner days is gone Mommy got a house, Daddy got a house Granny got a house, we moved out That's right, we moved out Now that's what I'm talkin about [Ghostface Killah] Smackin all y'all stars and chumps Gettin cash in the larger sums Shootin dice in the church with nuns We come with the biggest guns Fast LifeYeah Word No doubt Yo... yo... Verse One: Ghostface Wally champ so amazin, the suede shoelacin Up in the Sheraton, just got hit for five years probation I got a dental appointment at two o'clock there go my gold ring Much later catch a flick or go hoeing Yo there's somethin heavy on my mind from last night's crime Spoonface shot Gel in the back with Kiv's nine It was two men, tighter than a hiker with Tims Like blood brothers, problem was they lust each other woman For instance, Gel seen Spoon in DeMoore He wet his whiz(tle), got his seed an headin towards the door They came out of eye, face to face, they embraced Gel blew a kiss and looked Spoon girl in the face Her face lit up, and grinned with a smile like what? That sneaky f--k, same bitch that got my man hit up Out in Brownsville, where the thug life live to kill Where bodies is worth two for five cause it's real Fast life... Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go Fast life, that's the only thing I know Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go Fast Life, that's the only life I know Verse Two: Andre Rison Yo my man got more power than gunpowder with ammunition Blowin up the fireworks and the n----z ambitions On the come up, she gettin done up, behind closed doors Doin freaky s--t, on elevator floors I want her, like Sonny wanted Cher She was his diamond piece, sex wasn't for lease Rest in peace, somebody came up deceased R.I.P. on that grave of the slave of infatuated ways God couldn't save F-A-K-E, L-O-V-E Fake love you see Never lasting through eternity Living life in the fast lane The fast life... it's the fast life Fast life Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go Fast life, that's the only thing I know Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go Fast Life, that's the only life I know Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go Fast life, that's the only thing I know Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go Fast Life, that's the only life I know Kilo (Remix)[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my face My heart pounding and shit (audible heart) Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who the fuck? Close the blinds and shit! Who that? Captain Kirk? The Stark...enterprise, enterprise I was on and some shit? ..I need some pussy though I'm ready for a Catwoman or something F-fuck it, lets go! Aiyyo Shareefa go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box Of baggies, the ones with the tint in them! Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You I need two waters, a dutch, and a cranberry Snapple) [Hook: sample (Ghostface Killah)] All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man) A kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember (You never catch the kid going hand to hand) All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Once you got the funds you got the panties, man) A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember (Throughout the I 9 to 5 I'm the Handyman) [Ghostface Killah] Racing through the hood, ski mask off Criminology hustle, when goons play the heat, blast off And every direction, protect ya babies, your moms Late night like Carson Daly, Theo Bailey, we stay armed Grits box, vacuum tight, concealing the powder Five fake cans of blow to throw them off wit the flower Red dots on me, big scopes, bullets the size of nickels Got Starkey coming out of his coat I gots to jet, don't look back, my cardio's killing me Old ladies is like 'Hold ya head, Tone, literally' All this, for a thousand grams? I'd rather be a con artist scheaming with a thousand scams [Hook] [Raekwon] Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white Get your sniff on, scarface niggas, we getting right Some call it bricks, some call it birds How many niggas get they lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curb You would go to jail Get caught with this, niggas'll grow to fail Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales They lived like brothers, word life, connects discovered Most niggas get hard, from fucking with them pipes and hustlers Kilos is one thousand grams You know your ammo better be heavy cause soon kids is coming in camo Protect your land daddy, I'm an announcer You get caught with an ounce and its over Matter 'fact they takin you down, son [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] Bricks, Tar caps, powder, cooked up crack Phones is tapped over franklin's stacks Kingpins put in bullpens, old connects get paro' Break out of town when the Jakes take down the Pharaoh Reason, He was moving that peruvian white Blowing coolies into hoopties , slamming cuties and ice Big heavy pots over hot stoves Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order A Kilo is a thousand grams Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan, extract oil cut from cuban plants The chemist is brolic, pyrex scholars Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a million dollars [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] Some say a drug dealers destiny is reachin the ki' I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks When they wrapped and stuffed Four days later straight cash, two million bucks Strictly powder, no cut Your coke is vialed in, whats up? Y'all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts A Kilo is a thousand grams A pile of sand is equivilant, to the eye It's nice to have a thousand fans Coke buyers, some be liars Therefore, you check for wires Dedicated dealers, during holidays we give 'em lighters [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops Salt tops, long tops, short tops, 12 12's 58 58's, weed bags, ziplocks Big rocks, coke spots, big Glocks, one OT's Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack Spot [Hook] [Malice] Thirteen getting it, pyrex whipping it Like UPS, pack it up, shipping it Whether base or sniffing it, I got your fix The story's foretold like apocalypse It was me Michael T.T., handing out freebies Taking over blocks, telling niggas to be fee Where big brother 'Vine'll leave the body in the street Something kinda like how I be bodying the beat We was 300 deep like the Persian soldiers Word spread fast, we was serving boulders Ten crack commandments, holy Moses If you don't fit must equip icer toners Never grip they holders, fingers to the snitchers The New York niggas be taking all our bitches But we be God damned if taking all our business Duct tape, hard tops, C.S.I. forensics [Hook] Handcuffin’ Them Hoes[Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yeah Yeah I cheat and I fuck other bitches Y'all just lame sucker-for-love ass niggas Su.F.L.A.N! Go ahead and spell it out I gets my love game on without a doubt My girl know I'm live (yeah) point blank period Handcuffin them hoes y'all can't be serious You ain't cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag One word in your bitch ear, she all in the bag Give a fuck if that's your broad, she shouldn't be out We in the club lookin to put somethin fat in her mouth Easy! Hold on, I see a fox comin Between now and a few hours I'll be up in her stomach And I ain't even gotta be dipped I pull out my pocket too Sloppy Joe, mixed this thick You ever try foldin a brick? Tryin to shove hundred dollar bills in your jeans and half of it rip? We them Staten Island boys, intelligent thugs 9 out of 10 times yeah we lookin to fuck And y'all already word know what it is On some Teena Marie shit, nucca, I'm talkin square biz What? [Hook: Ghostface] Y'all need to stop handcuffin them hoes Comin in the club handcuffin them hoes You don't even know 'em handcuffin them hoes Cuffin them hoes, cuffin them hoes [Jim Jones - talking over Hook at first] Whassup Ghost? Westhaven Sucker! I hear you Ghost Jones~! F.EM.L, Fuck 'em and we leave 'em (I'm gone) P-I-M-P, treat 'em like we great 'em (ya hear that?) Shit, treat 'em like we don't need 'em Cause after we fuck 'em out the phone we delete 'em (doop doop) Leave 'em for them suckers, let them other niggas keep 'em (you can have her) They keep 'em to the point that we don't see 'em (where'd she go?) Shit, but the bitches need freedom They wanna come outside and start freakin (AOW!) Jumpin on dick like they leapin (watch it) it's Leap Year {*laughin*} She disappearin for the weekend (where she went?!) So hell yeah she starts creepin You had her locked up like she was livin in precinct (prisoner!) She want a gangster, nigga youse a weakling She wanna ride fast in the cars while we chiefin (vroom vroom) Just cause you was cuffin the ho I had fucked her one time now I'm duckin this ho Please in your mind, never drop a dime but Damn, ain't that some shit? And I just wanted to have a good time Now I got a ho on my line, buggin! Slow down [Hook] [Jim Jones - over Hook] Stop cuffin these hoes Stop cuffin these hoes [Hook] [Jim Jones - over Hook] Stop cuffin these hoes Stop cuffin these hoes Let her go! I’ll Die for You[Intro: Ghostface Killah] + (sample) (What did I do? Was the thing so bad?) It's like... Yo, there ain't too many people I would die for That I would lay down for, you heard... It's like my family, my closest friends that's here in my circle YouknowImean? My moms and 'em, my babies, man That's word to mother, son, that's what it is... (I'll die for you, I'll die for you) Uh-huh... That's right, man (I'll die for you) Just some real shit... [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I'll die for the prophets and I'll die for the Lord On the battlefield, wounded badly, holding a sword With no questions asked, I already know, it's all for the cause Just laying me facing the East, when I'm under the floor I might've sinned in the process, from being, in the projects Eyes swept from all the anger, that could've fucked with my conscience And more or less, I'm a man of my word My body is holding a couple scars on it, though I was never a bird [Hook: Ghostface Killah] + (sample) For Martin Luther and my brother Malcolm (I'll die for you) And my ancestors picking cotton (I'll die for you) My close homies that get it popping (I'll die for you) You what time it is, nigga what? [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I'd die for my moms, and I'd die for my kids If you, really my Queen, then I'd die for my wis Even my mans, if we that tight Jump in front of a biscuit, snuff money with all of my mics Or we can brawl it out and take his life By taking his gun, no problem Just make sure we eating when we on the run Like slaves that's chained together, who killed master? The dogs is coming, the pigs is gon' blast ya I'd die for you, I'd die for my brother Die for the babies who can't eat with bare feet who need they mother I put niggas lights out like Con Ed, my verbal is bond My bread'll blow you, show you who's real with the arms [Hook: Ghostface Killah] + (sample) Dog, you want revenge on that devil Satan? (I'll die for you) We could do it now instead of waiting (I'll die for you) We don't have to wait for revelations (I'll die for you) We'll sort this out in other conversations [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I'd never jump out the window, lose my life for a lame ass nigga That scene is bogus, it's not in the picture You just can't feed me anything like "Yo, Tone it's beef" Expect me to go all out, jump in and bust my heat First off, bruh, you not my peeps Yeah, I know we from the same town and shit, but we ain't that deep We never stuck nothing, oxed something, ran together, popped something I thought ya team was wolves, cocksucker, stop fronting You barking like you got the town in a smash I'd never lay down for you, faggot nigga, you ass [Hook: Ghostface Killah] + (sample) Wop them niggas that be yelling that (I'll die for you) When they broke you be heating that (I'll die for you) Just stick 'em for they packs, they be crying (I'll die for you) And just bitch mothafuckas burn... Youngstown Heist[Intro: Ghostface Killah] For the city, to get this money, Vegas, yo, yeah [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah & Trife Diesel] Here's the rundown, Mustafa's getting money out in Youngstown Get some goons together, a driver and bring them guns down Heard he had his hands in some bricks, plus a few pounds Him with some wild Haitians, set up shop in the dude lounge Niggas is migrating, he came from Cue Gardens With a live situation, got it in preparation When you get there, pick up the whip with the navigation And follow all the prompts til you get to your destination We here Tone, got our masks on, we bout to run up in I know you ain't talking bout the house, with the broken hinge 65 Alpine Drive, it's looking shady So I hopped out, pulled the Glock out, plus the 3-80 Hit the living room, I've seen a ripped up sofa, a shattered coffee table Broken lamps, and a flipped up stroller The place was ransacked from front to back Yo, Trife, what you talking, black? Yo, Starks, cut the bullshit and tell me, where the office at Take a left and head, down the hallway steps Pass the painting on the wall, the third door on the left The safe is on the wall above the fireplace near the desk Look inside the top drawer, and get the key out the chest [Interlude: Sheek Louch & Bully] Damn, son, aiyo what's taking this nigga Trife so long. I don't know. Oh shit, yo Bull, get down, get down, get down. Look at Stark pulling up, son. Aww, man! I'mma try to call this nigga [Verse 2: Sheek Louch & Bully] Aiyo, hurry up I see a car pulling up, windows tinted Can't really tell who's in it, but, I know it's a rented Down south plates, Atlanta or, one of them states Yo, they carryin' somethin' Man, I wanna see what's up in those crates Should I pop off, take his top off, before he get to you Bully like Yo, chill, chill, this is what we gon' do aight Go ask for directions, right, I'mma go around the back Wait for them to come inside, I'll hit these niggas with the mack Ok, before it even get to that, let me see where Trife is at Hopefully he on his way, and no one gotta die today bang bang Two shots go off Homey trapped inside, quick put the mask on, Sheek Fuck it, Bully, let's ride Shooting out the sunroof, missing and shit I was too high, still think my Dutchie was lit Trife running out the building, busting, cussing Blood everywhere, you had to see this shit disgusting Miguel Sanchez[Trife Da God] Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear Dressed in a black tux, forty cal. tucked, strapped to the chair Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze Turned around and seen a white man's face, covered in shades I must of passed out, can't remember shit before I blacked out Three more niggas approaching, holding they mack's out One spoke, gave me the keys, to a boat Reached in his trenchcoat, and pulled out a yellow envelope Which contained twenty thousand in cash, a photograph Of a Colombian nigga with a long mustache Miguel Sanchez, keep a gun hidden in his pants leg With armed bodyguards, surveillance around his land spread He runs a billion dollar organization, under investigation Plus he's wanted by immigration Now I'm stuck, crazy look on my face, shocked in amazement How the fuck I get involved with these federal agents They knew my background, knew about what happened down in Sac Town They knew about the wrap down south, they laid they backs down Said I had two decisions, take out Miguel and his cartel Or spend the rest of my life in prison A classified mission on some James Bond shit 007 style, love to get some straight convicts Now I'm pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my girl on the phone Told her to kiss little Jay cuz I'll be gone again Honey, I can't sleep, she sucking her teeth If everything go good, baby, I'll be home in a week Pinching myself just to see if I'm dreaming, call up my team and Meet me by the docks in Miami, I'll fly out this weekend [Sun God] I got you nigga, four-four pop two niggas That drug lord that we want, got a spot for niggas And if we kill 'em, it's back to the block, my nigga He carried rugers, thirty four shots I figure He only holla at the kid, when there's money involved They pack shotguns, hollow tips, dummies and all When me and Trife doing right together, got no choice But give us ten, like we selling white together Left side, four-five, right, black beretta Taking trips over seas, flipping packs for better Every flight a hundred stacks and better, so grind hard Get ya money up, get on your grillies, don't mind odds Fuck a cop car, throw on some chumpers, and drop charge Hit the block hard, it's kinda hard being G-O-D If he owe Trife, he owe me Load up the mack grounds, M-I-A, call that the jack town Tell niggas I'm on my way, coming back down Miguel, Mr. Sanchez, it's a wrap, now Theodore extorting your shit, handing out packs, now I used to listen to 50 and jam "Back Down" Now I slang fifty kilo's where I'm at now Fifty a wop, purple top, nigga, I'm back, clown Crystal bottles, Grey Goose for the chat lounge Channel seven news, older dude, murder gat found Lonely[Hook: Jack Knight] Don't be surprised, when you see me 'round town Walking around, with my head hung down I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely And don't be surprised, if you see me on the train Like a homeless man, who's lost his way I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely [Jack Knight] On this cold pavement, I feel like laying In the middle of the street, and just saying I can't take it, I won't make it Too much weight on my shoulders, and my kids are getting older For so long, I've been so strong I've been crying all week since you've been gone And as the tears roll out my eyes Another happy young couples walks by [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] Someone been sleeping in my bed, eating my food Using my soap, laying up in my pool Walking around in his boxers, like every thing's cool Gassing my chick for the whip, dropping her off at school Under my covers and changing my channels Playing my CD's in my robes, another man's burning my candles My cologne's half way gone, a fake don, my wiz fell for Now she strolls the park under his arm This is my fault, I've never thought I'd see this coming From the outside bugging, with crazy knots in my stomach Say what goes around, comes around, now I know it now Now I'm the fool looking in while it's going down If somebody would of told me, I might be lonely Now it's on me, baby call me please [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] Now he's getting all my kisses, stroking my loving That 'posed to be me, but I was too stupid and stubborn Like a piece of rope, I let it go, my mother said it so You better straighten up, don't act like you didn't know Her birthday came, heard she was hugged up, wearing his chain Play in the sky box, at some bullshit Knick game My son said, daddy, he like his eggs well done And he kinda cool, mommy happy, I can't front He take us on trips and clothes shopping, most of the time We watch flicks on your surround sound, he watch boxing You better go beg or something, before she go love him He's taking your spot, cuz you was dissing mommy, you bugging They don't argue, he sent her flowers for no reason She's cheesing, I'm wishing you could come back and see this [Hook] Fly Everything[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Let's go, baby, let's go Yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Big paper, skyscrapers The black Jerry Buss, I can buy the Lakers Fly everything Stand on the Bentley and toast to stones in every ring Forty helicopters with choppers, back to Medellín Undercover task force reveals they get chills when on the heels of a killa Way iller with his mask off Three stooge of these niggas, leave 'em in the dust on the crash course I don't even ask for the pussy, wizzes pass off Cinco de Mayo, I'm into the bayou, one hell of a bio I live that life you can stuff in the vial Black 590 Mossberg'll knock off your smile Tony wrist game water like it was dipped in the Nile Forty-inch cable is fatal (Uh-huh), I need a neck brace The gold I wore'll weigh more than your table Jameson bags of scotch, the red dot on the label If Chi-Town is Chiraq, Staten Island is Beirut [Chorus: Shawn Wigs & Sun God] All we want's the dead presidents, take measurements You follow the old, we makin' new testaments Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence (Yo) [Verse 2: Sun God] I probably left a couple scenes, but that's only through back exits Mommy cryin', homie died, couldn't make it past eleven Twenty-one, twenty gun salute, bring him back in seconds Off that juice, hang 'em off the roof how niggas send a message We be wildin', keep the toolie on us case you wanna check us Off the line and get your homie clapped just for sending texts Every spot Mr. JJ Watt, known to get them Texans Quiet down, everybody now, God gon' send a message In my country for what you worth, but you ain't life threatenin' You ain't running, just drag your feet 'cause you ain't light stepping Send 'em all to come dim your lights, you gon' need a light expection Just give 'em a couple shots, we gon' give 'em light injections I'm cleaning these niggas messes, but soon as I switched my groove Got out and moved, these niggas became the death wish Niggas became reckless, young, black and flexin' Nigga (Young, black and flexin') [Chorus: Shawn Wigs] All we want's the dead presidents, take measurements You follow the old, we makin' new testaments Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence Good[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Mr. Maygreen)] Aiyo, what up party people (Yeah, my name's on the guest list) This is the Wallabee kingpin in the building (As Mr. Maygreen... good evening...) Right about now, I'm about to show you how good we are (I'm in the club, I'm) [Hook: Mr. Maygreen] (Good), I look so, (good), the car look (Good), I'm in the hood, and I'm okkkkkk (Good), the jewels look, (good), the girls look (Good), they all from around the wayyyyy (Good), hey there, (good), look at you (Good), me, I'm just passing byyyyyyy (Good), look at her, (good), time out (Good), I think I'll give the game a tryyyyy [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, my rose was good, plus my face was good The way I wear my jeans up over my boots is hood And my cash is good, the grass, spread it out, over the hash is good The grasp who be hypecast is good That's the bird that fucked the game up Cut the head off lames and platinum niggas, your boy done came up Got my aim up, favorite bling with a millennium chains Chilling, in the staircase, surrounded by killings With bank rolls, bang those, bang your main hoes You was in love with the pussy, it ain't the same though Cuz I'm good, she's good, so you should be good Hit her with the stiff one, she callin' me wood And we don't love those hoes, with they flat butts caked up And tipped up toes, need an ill plastic surgeon to fix they nose Cuz they shit is too fat like an adidas sole Don't even touch my gold, I'm good [Hook: Mr. Maygreen] I know you heard it a thousand times Not quite like my design You say that's what you looking for Gator boots walk through the door, now [Bridge: Ghostface Killah (Mr. Maygreen)] (Good) Theodore's good, (good), my team is good (Good) My robes is good, (I'm so good) (Good) My moms is good, (good), my style is good (Good) My queen is good, yeah, come on, (I'm so good) (Good) The days is good, (good), babies is good (Good) Wifes is good... uh-huh (Good) The hood is good, (good), God is good (Good) Everything is good, come on, let's go [Ghostface Killah] Goose over ice cubes, pass the O.J Two light skinned wizzes, want Ghost, on both ways Come here, sit on my lap, it's not a gat, sugar Have a seat, don't be afraid to move back Feel that? You'se a nasty girl Big butt, slim gut, I'll crash your world It's not polite to bend over in Starkey face Sheer lace, fat ass, got want me to taste that Lodi dodi, with a coke shaped body And my jewels hang low like my balls in the potty And I dare ya'll to try to rob me Theodore U, we got the army A-Town to Mariner's Harby Wild West, Now Born, go hard, G Killa Hill, Stapletown, Port Rich' kids Pack heat, like I was pulling out biscuits [Hook] [Hook] [Trife Da God] When we on the block bubbling rocks, watching for cops Holding Glocks in and out of the spots, (it's all good) When we overseas, getting that cheese, whipping the hottest V's Blowin' exotic trees, playa, (it's all good) When I'm in the whip, sunk in the six, drunk off the liqs Pull up, stunting, fronting for chicks, (it's all good) When we on stage getting them Grammy's, snatching them panties Jetskiing off the shores of Miami, (it's all good) [Hook] [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... told ya'll before, another Theodore Production This is how we go in the 06 to 07, come on, come on [Hook] Introduction[Michael Rapaport] Yeah, yes. You hear that motherfuckin' soul shit? You hear that shit? Soul rap, R&B, dusty soul rap, Ghostface Killah, Tony Starks Motherfuckin' Pretty Toney, Starkey Love, The Wallabee Champ, Deini, Ghost Deini, Sun God, motherfuckin' Iron Man. The man, his name Ghostface Killah. This is The Lost Tapes, my name is Michael Rapaport. This is an honor and a motherfuckin' privilege to walk you through the beauty of the Ghostface Killer Lost Tapes. You hear that dusty soul shit? I love it. Yo, without further ado, comin' in right now: Ghostface Killah, the icon. Shit, the motherfucker needs no introduction, I don't even know why I'm doin' this shit. Yo, Deini, do what the fuck you do [Ghostface Killah] Hey cocksucker, yes, 80. Yo, what's good? What's good, what's good, what's good? Yo, yo, yo, check it out y'all, I found The Lost Tapes. I found that Lost Tapes, champ, let's go. I'ma send it over to you so we can just blast off with that shit one time and shit, aight? So holla at me when you get to me, man. Just, uh, hit me back, hit me back. You know what it is, truth with the golden voice. One Wallabee Champ[Intro] Yeah One two, one two, one two, America It's ya boy Tony Starks The Wallabee kingpin You know I just like to shout out to good beats like this You know what I mean, I wish I woulda had this a long time ago I woulda demo'd this y'all Check it out [Verse 1] Ayo Ayo, check Banging the sounds that I invent Fake niggas, who tried to flex hard came and went They couldn't match up With the fly nigga with his back against the wall Heads clock once I came in the door I played the speaker, sippin' a Kahlúa Saw this bad bitch with a switch and yo I had to step to her In a manner And rather, wish the camera was on When I had reached her, I knew that the shit was on Please excuse me, allow me to introduce myself Yo, I'm the man, and honey you been rated top shelf Yo what's your name hun, hair wrapped up in a bun Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun Never diss 'em It's hard for a brother just to miss 'em Especially, when your browsing, going fishin' Waistline banging like a bass line Physical form is well complex And yo I love your outline Boo, your whole body is wild With your rugged profile Enough to make a hard rock smile You can't strike out Tell me what could really go wrong? You're rocking labels Tommy Hill down to Claiborne Show me some love hun, show me some love boo Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through Ayo, peep it I know you love Victoria's Secret And loving all the marvelous slang on how I freaked it Plus, you're the type to make a nigga crash Far from trash Your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass Your body lotion is the potion The shit got me open like dust And yo your [?] mad potent We can go the distance, I'll put you under wings From this [?] we can spark and see whatever brings I walked a hot Arabian desert bare footed I grabbed your hair, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it That's right y'all Theodore for life Wu-tang forever motherfucker Return of the Iron Man[Intro 2X: samples] "Introducing the Ghostface" - Ol' Dirty Bastard "Who the hypest in New York City" - Ghostface Killah "Introducing" - Ol' Dirty Bastard "Toney Starks" - Method Man "Ironman" - cartoon sample [Ghostface Killah] I'mma go hard on ya'll niggas Dart ya'll niggas out, dropping science To let ya'll know what the kid about I hang like the disco ball, on the floor I'm like John Travolta, suade blazing with my chest showing Rings and them hard jeans, please, I'm comfy in the spot So I'm never handcuffing my queen It's a Theodore movement, Glock holding kids With the chocolate boomers, aiyo fuck those rumors Leave your chick around me, I'll get those bloomers Bang that like des' gun, mask with the cowskin Puma's Keep staring down the eyes of the champ, anywhere in this rap shit Punk muthafucka, I get you blamped, word life, my throat is high See RiggaTone with the velvet mask on Cleaning his glass song, when ya'll niggas get ya feet done I'm in the whore house with my man Wigs, getting his beak on [Chorus 2X: cartoon sample (Ghostface Killah)] "Ironman" "The world can't touch Ghost" "Ironman" "Who the hypest in New York City" "Ironman" "You can't destroy this" "Ironman" "Big Ghost steps off laughing" [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I've done walked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt) Slept on glass (glass), never got cut (cut) And broke a few nose bones, yo, light off a round or two At certain dudes where they dropped they phones Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail For writing murder, my wrist couldn't take it in bail They left my fingers for dead, told 'em "I ain't have nothing to do with the writing" I hold you down when you be squeezing that lead Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch D's Rolling in threes, in them purple capri's' A gritty bop, my watch is bigger, wallo's with the gold tassels Your old slave, with Starkey Love on the shackle And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced out Poofed the nails off, ya faggots can figure the price out It's chump change, ya'll bitch niggas go get my coco Get my slippers, before I go gun ho! [Chorus 2X] Saigon Velour (Remix)[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Okay, yeah, yo yo Son I walk down the block like it's '76 Pimp robe, fur hat just to match my kicks And my chain's like 80 pounds of frozen ice I got four bitches with me, no need to look twice Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian salt I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport An ounce of the blueberry, big bottle of Tito's Count the plaques on the wall, like I sang for The Beatles Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel Tony Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel In the stash house owned by El Patrón Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones Big banks in Sweden, vaults in Morocco But my all time favorite is a Columbian taco [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Original, a lot of style, boom-pow Blowin' on the pound, puh-puh-puh-puh-pow Way up in the cloud Misbehave the flav', now let me show you how To maintain and sustain as I crush game Smooth as silk with a little bit of Kush, mane Plush game, lavish livin' Bust on the pigs with bad intentions Smoke dope, go for broke, young loc The homie said 9-1-1 is a joke (Fuck tha police!) And I believe that so I protect and serve Every nigga on the block, that's my word Cadillac drivin', stackin', providin' Listen to the sounds of the sirens I'm a O.G. nigga on a mission Beans don't burn in the kitchen if you twist it while dippin' it [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street [Verse 3: E-40] Guard at the gate, live in a mansion Rap career longer than an extension Still hold it in court Got my wine in the World Report Or should I say the duPont REGISTRY? If it ain't now, it will be Grew up on purple, went from humble Be bumpin' a bubble truck full of rumble In a major way, E-40 cookin' out the double Pot in the kitchen at all times I'm a boss, still write my own rhymes Been there, done it, been factor, trapper 'fore rapper Been 100 from day one, quick thinker, fast reactor Been a fixture, I don't think it's many left Been the shit like your baby mama breath Been in it for a while, been a threat Custom houses and cars is how I'm livin' [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key But my word is bond, that's the code of the street [Verse 4: Tricky] Music veteran, muscle and venom, and The sole feature, ladies and gentlemen Try to prepare, but I don't really care about Locked in a cage, never gonna let you out Think of an issue, write it on a tissue When you're gone, nobody miss you Years, shiftin' gears and add some tears What's on your head about? I don't sell it out I'm not gon' leave you there, but I don't really care Rotten crest, Christmas is the worst U.K., Jamaica, my family's from Jamaica Spendin' time and maybe I can take you I'd like to take you there, 'cause I really care Like to take you, spare, take you there Take you there, take you there Take you there Hidden Darts[Intro: Ghostface Killah] One-two, one-two, yo What the fuck is the deal, it's Toney Starks, nigga Ya niggas know what time it is, the kid with the lazer beam vocals You know you messing with a dart master, right now J-Love, hit them niggas [Ghostface Killah] Yo, who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond, in the Octagon, with two razors Bet ya'll didn't know I had a fake arm, I lost it Wild in war, before rap, I was gettin' it on Choke a fat nigga out in like forty seconds, my gun get hard With a .45 steel erection Eagle on, Kangol hat slanted, coconut, bounce to Morocco Guerilla medallions, like Flava Flav clock, yo Niggas want me dead, but they scared to step to me Rip they guts out, like a hysterectomy When beef collide, look on the flip, buy a penitentiary kite Or get you bumped off from the inside Jaws is hanging, frauds is lifting They drawers on the floor complaining Bird ass nigga, resemble, Keenen Ivory Wayans Stay in your place, dirt bomb rappers get shadowboxed For training, ya'll still eating bacon... "Hidden Darts" "Hidden Darts" [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I've done walked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt) Slept on glass (glass), never got cut (cut) And broke a few nose bones, yo, light off a round or two At certain dudes where they dropped they phones Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail For writing murder, my wrist couldn't take it in bail Then left my fingers for dead, told 'em "I ain't have nothing to do with the writing" I hold you down when you be squeezing that lead Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch D's Rolling in threes, in them purple capri's' A gritty bop, my rocks is bigger, wallo's with the gold tassels Your old slave, with Starkey Love on the shackle And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced out Poofed the nails off, ya faggots can figure the price out It's chump change, ya'll bitch niggas go get my coco Get my slippers, before I go gun ho! "Hidden Darts" "Hidden Darts" [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Ya'll niggas hold your fucking necks Before you put them shits to sleep You know what I mean, daddy It's real like that, coming at all ya'll niggas this year I gots to come for that title, baby, I don't give a fuck who holding it Youknowhatimean? Tone on the come up Youknowhatimean, I'm playing on ya'll niggas, man So yo, ya'll niggas know what the fuck time it is and shit Slow the fuck down, nigga, throw this shit in, it's real... "Hidden Darts" Yapp City[Intro: Ghostface Killah] {*church bell ringing*} Yeah, yeah, we want all that shit, we'll take all that shit Sneak up on 'im right, feel me? Soon as he turn around, just yapp this nigga I got everything, youknowImean? They ain't gotta do nothing, but just search them bitches Let's go... [Ghostface Killah] Nobody move, nobody get hurt This is a stick up, I want y'all to lift y'all skirts I mean shirts, take ya hoodies off, jackets and watches Before you put ya hands on the wall, empty ya pockets Fix ya face, this a robbery, nigga, respect the juks Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I know that you shook The fuck is that sticking out from under ya foot? Move, turn ya head around, nigga, you better not look Stacks, you hiding from Tone? I'll shake, rattle ya bones You killed him! Nah, hit him with the back of the fucking chrome In the dark, yo, I do this alone That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I strike I do it quickly Creep up on my victims swiftly, make it hard for you to stick me Cuz if we shoot it out, cuz if I die tonight you coming with me Bitch-ass nigga, eat through ya chest like some fucking whiskey [Hook: Solomon Childs] BOY! Gut him like a pig in the dark Or auction off ya bitch body parts BOY! Poison a guard dog, disarm the alarm devices Throw ya head in vicegrips (yeah) BOY! Or stick a hot blade through his heart Get to sticking niggas for the right prices BOY! Yeah, this is priceless.. GET 'EM! [Sun God] Aiyo, I post up, packed the shotti Black mags in lobbies, with red dots, to detach the body If you a boss, why ya cash is sloppy? This a Staten Island burglar gang, ock, not no Ave could stop me I'm on the road, not no massive robbery When it come to that dough, it over flow like paper bag tsunamis I take shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's Niggas passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em My black glove, black mask, requirements Sent the order to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they flying in These cowards couldn't clash our lion's den That forty-four mag'll twist ya aves and the cav you flying in We hoping out cabs like Iron Men It's hard to believe how niggas leave with no bag supplying sense Empty cuz my staff is hiring Canine dogs with felonies duck fast when firing [Hook] [Trife Da God] Aiyo, we carry arms like a octopus Shorty's strapped with the mac inside her pocket book Blowing all lots of kush Dark tints on the V so the D's can't spot the crooks Just throw ya hands in the sky, don't try to stop the juks Face down, lay on the ground, no sudden moves Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his shoes Rip off the pockets out his shoes, make sure he come out his used I hear sirens, plus the cameras is watching, it's time to move If you lolly-gagging, word to mama, I'll body bag 'im Leave his frame riddled with holes, looking like Gotti had 'im Bragging, juked, in the wagon, laughing We slid a few blocks down, this kid was frozen With stones so we decided to yapp 'im I put the tool in his mouth, said "You don't want the action These ain't E pills, nigga, these is fuckin aspirin!" Bean, blast 'im, Homo' get his girl for his cash and Yo, E, go stop the whip, they 'bout to witness a slashing" (BOY!) White Linen Affair (Toney Awards){*skit plays for first minute or so of track*} [Ghostface Killah] Congratulations, we have refreshments and glass bracelets Avian water's ya choice, put ice I'm missing a g-note, fixed price But the only thing fixed, is the holes that we put in the dice Rocks is okay, my voice is extraordinaire The man that scrapped with lions, hiberated with polar bears Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have to fold my beard Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right Stones are screaming, hot lattes, the rosees My robes is a murder statement, you fucking with rode rage Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Children of all ages, I pack metal like braces Snap of the fingers, bitches fighting over my paper Y'all need to chill, sit the fuck down and fix ya makeup Ghost is ya host, so allow me, hand me ya coats Bentley Farnsworth, will check them proudly We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad From the top, we have the great Luda, Jeezy and Wayne T.I., Rick Ross, Rich Boy, Snoop and The Game And for my ladies, we have, Ne-Yo with Usher Y'all have a seat, we be right back, mothafucka... [Interlude: Shawn Wigs] Come on, this commercial break's almost over OutKast, M.J.G., you're at Talib's table Fab, U.G.K., table seven, let's go, come on Yo, Beans, Toney said "Good looking on that haze" Commercial, come on, let's go, guys... Coming back in, five, four, three, two, one... [Ghostface Killah] Yeah, check out my band playing, Rhythm Roots Allstars They play for DipSet, E-40, Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that double Dutch What an event, peace to Denzel Give this man a round of applause, he do it so well {*applause*} [Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Shawn Wigs)] Ladies and gents, ladies and gents... Alright, alright, have a seat, have a seat... Without further adiou, he needs no introduction He is my co-host... Shawn Ripple! (Alright, is this thing on? Eh, eh, sweetheart, come here Got a hundred dollar bill tattooed on my cock Heard you like to... blow money... hahaha) [Shawn Wigs] It was amazing, I seen Robin Thicke and Robin Leech Robin Givens, Robin Williams and Meryl Streep A real award show, there's Kanye West Pamela Anderson, and she brought both of them breasts Paris Hilton and Lindsay, holding down Britney's skirt No more free looks, you gotta put in work To get a glimpse, seen Don Juan with all of his pimps And they hoes on they side, sipping they four-fives And Billy Dean... [Ghostface Killah] Excuse me, have you seen Alicia Keys? Tell her the limo's outside, she's bouncing with me The Don, y'all rappers don't steal my ash trays My coat hangers is diamonded out like my last gates Superhead, gave the low scoop to Halle She said, before Whitney, she was fucking with Bobby Mos Def, The Roots, Common and Nelly Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, Three 6 Maf', yo, and she fucked O.J... word? Good Times (Part 2)[Intro: Ghostface Killah (sample)] (Ain't we luck we got 'em) Allah himself (Ain't we luck we got 'em) Man woman and child (Ain't we luck we got 'em) The book of life (Ain't we luck we got 'em) Starks Enterprise [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures Peace to half-moon Caesars, and all the bitches in the bleachers Hot weather, sex on the beaches Jewelry shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury People saying that my chains look truck on me But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies kid, I laced it I beat Vegas, Wu segas I could get shot for saying this West Nile shit cause me to spray this Staten island's Gandhi ghost the rap whino These avenger's word will make a child's mind blow [Hook: Lord Superb] Hominy grits Welfare cheese Roach clips Wic checks dated first and the fifth What Ghost? [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Fuck y'all niggas and Fuck y'all bitches and Fuck them pictures y'all taking Fuck that whip you in Starsky bring home the dough Now the show is over It's over? It's over? [Verse 3: Lord Superb] Timberland clashing off them jewels, cash insurance Tahoes fly clothes plus farragamos Five plus five O, one plus nine O Save ourselves, reach our goals Ghostface What if the bible wasn't good And good was bad as bad as it should It matters Feed em proper food The wonders that allah would do Maybe they'll discover you Look I'm like a couple jewels Ticketron was sold out Plus the garden love the way I move People see me G dini hit beenie on the cell See me you need you read me Captain over get that weed to me The champion of vigilante Ask me what the circumstance be Hit me like marcus camby Hear me I fuck with family don Faced the magic man at the soul circus Wheelying elephants I can't fall off Show off your last album was so sincere You had crack head skits Wody you went there Lord Superb Bentleys with sharp shoes Similak huggies big shazam jewels Ghostface Peace party people what's up How yall feeling ? Face the god Now it's time to start kneeling Yall cats be killing me Fronting like yall buying bottles Puny ass sweater on Yall be lying ! Lord Superb A big mansion Real props and shrimp scampy Sailboat big yacht and beige hummer Summer home Big stones and cologne Remember hero ? I guess them corner days is gone Mommy got a house Daddy got a house Granny got a house We moved out That's right we moved out Now that's what I'm talking about Ghostface Ghost dini I'm arista rat Step in the game like This is rap ? I thought this shit was this and that This game ain't jack I'm about to go plat This verse right here Ima wreck this shit As for the album Ima perfect this shit In a class by myself I ain't next to shit Had to get out the hood Them projects ain't shit Want an eight series benz Cause a lex ain't shit I want chain truck jewelry Yall necks ain't shit We could spit it for mills or Spit it for deals When it's over We gone see who spit it for real I'll battle you for your bitch Or battle for your mom I'll kill you with a rhyme I wrote with no arms If LL is the goat greatest of all time That's why I'm ghost greatest of all sides East side west side north side south side I spit murder so much My mother fucking mouth died Yeah Good times good times And mad sunshine Word up yo This is the theodore unit Straight up Word Banky panino Yo and esther rolle We love you it's good time For real uh huh Drop a bomb to this shit flex Word up Ayo lex diamonds Word up im here boy We out I’ll Be That[Hook: Adrienne Bailon] I could be your friend, I could be your tease I can be a freak, I can be a P.Y.T If you ask, I'll be that I could be your girl, I could be your wife I complete your side, I could be watching me If you ask, I'll be that I'll be your homey, lover, friend, I'll be your everything If you ask, I'll be that Say you want me, I'll come running I can be your baby, just you ask, I'll be that [Ghostface Killah] My girl, my love, come through, rescue me Throw me on the bed, no clothes, wrestle me After smashing that, then will you cook for me Promise I won't hit you, you don't have to be shook of me Washing my boxers, shirts folded nice and creased Plus when we argue, she will never pull a beast Clap for my baby, award winning, best nookie I been in the whole wide world, that's why I stay spending [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] I want you in a scarf, boy shorts around the house Wife beater, undercover, sitting on the couch Isley's is playing, lights dim, vanilla candles is melting It's a long time, don't let no one else in Fresh out the tub, sweetness and peaches Body work splash around your neck, the kid admire all your features Niggas be hollering; peace ma, what up boo? You suck your teeth and keep it moving with the screw, yes [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] Happy birthday, red roses, big cakes Donna Karen slippers, got your birthday gift by the lake Big boats, thick ropes, ostrich purses Snakeskin boots, Jared Jewelers, the mink cost mad loot Ski trips, resorts, close your eyes, baby, make a wish Blow your cake out, earrings is snowflaked out Will you marry me? Will you carry me? Through rain, hail, sleet and snow Don't say no, you'll embarass me [Hook] [Outro: Adrienne Bailon] I'll be that... Baby... Yeah, yeah, yeah... I'll be that, I'll be that... Goner[Intro: Ghostface Killah] This gonna be one of them shits right here, boy Yeah baby, let's do it [Ghostface Killah] Oh shit, look at miss thing, you done grew into a stallion Girl, and still don't got no ring? Back then, you was alot younger, now you older Broke my heart, on what you had in the stroller On the low, that could of been me, Huggie down Fly and handsome, talk about little Starksky With little Barkley's, little car seat Two years later, here comes little Sharneese I'm saying, are you involved, what's up with you? And where homeboy at? Oh word, ya'll through? Eff him, you know how I do, when I come through Shut the whole block down like I got something to prove But umm, besides the lane, you look the same Still blowing beauty marks, sitting under your bang Ankle bracelets, that Donna Kay shit I saw one rope for your throat, yo, it cost about 8 chips Hoodrats, they be wearing that fake shit Like her, she wear the same bag, like it ain't shit Pardon me, excuse my French Just read my lips, girl, everything's me [Hook 2X: Lloyd] He's a goner, hey, you just say the word Baby girl, I'm on that, hey, anything you need Anything you want, want, hey, hey Cuz he don't know I gotcha Anything you need, I gotcha Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha [Ghostface Killah] Yo, look around, everybody sipping on Rosette All in our business, they wanna be nosey He's with her, gonna be all in the streets, like a Jeep, tomorrow Don't worry, let's breeze the bar And in case I ain't tell you, those jeans is hard And those is the snitches, mean mugging, can't fight Run into the po-lice, fuck them niggas I pull out, like a tooth, when the back is rotten Finish 'em off, like your menstrual, after you spotting Ghost can't complain, 5'6", swinging those hips And my miss got me wanting to sing Walking down the street, watching ladies I got by watching you, watching you I want you, like if I ain't got nothing to do [Hook 2X] [Lloyd] Somebody better call the cops Cuz if that thing cock back, it's gon' pop Once me stop moving, it ain't gon' stop Whatever that girl wants, you know she got shopping Somebody better check the swag We rack up and never check the tags We just stuffed it all in the bag Oh, you mad? Well, too bad [Hook 2X] Let’s Stop Playin’[Hook: John Legend] All I'm saying, come here, lady I can't take it, let's stop playing Oh, you know, you know I got no patience, I hate waiting I can't take it, let's stop playing Oh, you know, you know [Ghostface Killah] Yo, boo, let's cut the crap, you know we like each other I been wanting you bad, yo, that's word to my mother I know you got a man, and I'm involved But we can play this right, if we shuffle the cards I've been wanting you for mad years, when the elevators broke I run and help you with your bags upstairs I was scoping you out, today you was late, to leave by 8 With no time to be at work at 9 She'll be back by 6, son pissed you off, I know When I spoke, yo, you didn't say shit But still, you was looking mad cute to me With your lips poked out, being rude to me You're still sexy, luscious, and all them words Only girl in the building with a full length fur Had no choice to raise and press up, explain how I feel It's only your love I want the best of [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] I had a dream, yo, I seen you on the laundry mat Folding your clothes by the dryer, my drawers is wet So you passed me a Bounce, one fell when I bend down And got up, you start tonguing me down Butterflies ran across my stomach Didn't wanna put the fire out, cuz God damn, I love it Moved the basket out the way, cleared the table Laid you down, my mouth slid past your navel Your feet, had knocked over the Clorox bleach Held my head closer to you when my tongue got deep I'm saying we both of those, this how I feel If you don't want a part of me, it's no big deal But ma, I'm not here to game you, babe, I'm going on vibes Somewhere inside, I know you feel the same It's alright tho, you look like, you know how to get it Here take my keys, come upstairs in a minute [Hook] [Hook: John Legend] Let's stop faking, let's just go get naked No more discussion, we can get to kiss and hugging My premonition, told me I got what you're missing So let's stop playing, baby girl, that's all I'm saying [Hook 3X] The Chase[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Speed up, Lord, they moving on us Unmarked cars with dogs, yo, they shooting at us Light the weed up, for God sake, it's okay, call up Abi Tell 'em give Ricky the cash, he get half, she's my wife Gets the V, beans to white Yo, watch where you going, nigga, breath, alright? Yo, watch the bitch hop the curb Racist-ass jakes wildin', spittin' out racial slurs Stay calm and be patient, grip and guard your nation Next time they pull out from the trunk we blazin' Big shit going off bow-dow-bow-bow Shawn Bell up in his grave wildin' out If we get caught, son, my lawyer's in Boston He got a hundred thou to retain with mad frosting Yo, so don't panic, stay well-planted Trey-pound pokin' my dick I pulled the shit out and start blasting [Verse 2: Sun God] Without askin', homie, throw me the ratchet I guess I'm here to audible the plays, John Madden So switch lanes, do a buck no laughing Now double-hop the road and go to the Gas Inn Dog, you imagine? Pigs on our ass, we on foot And we ain't got no where to throw the ratchet I'm on point, clap that bitch, this shit tragic I'm down for whatever, make it happen [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, quick, toss the bomb in the garbage Come here, shorty, take this revolver You get caught, don't say its your father's Don't say my name, say you found it in Yonkers In the park around a bunch of monsters You're turning it in cause it was on your conscience Big boy toys, them shits go bonkers 'Cause we play foul, we don't want no charges [Verse 4: Sun God] Fuck that shit, pass that shit over here, G Hit the backyard, throw that shit in the tan jeep As soon as you see the cops, automatically plan b Soon as you hit the spot throw a shot in the air, please I'm comin' Know I'm always there when you need me And, no, I ain't Dre, I just do it that easy A hundred miles and runnin', I'ma do it for TV Before we leave the car, leave them gloves and that earpiece We out [Outro] I'm the inventor '86 rhymin at the center Blew off the burner, kinda dusty Blew off the burner, kinda dusty Blew off the burner, kinda dusty Jealousy(Jealousy) What made you get the same shoe as mine? (Jealousy) I copped a chain and bought a house then came (Jealousy) Why'd you have to say my mother's name? (Jealousy) It could kill you or leave you shamed (Jealousy) Let me introduce you to the world of jealousy (Jealousy) It can get you killed, shot (Jealousy) Mainly ones who stand out amongst others (Jealousy) Meaning those who are on, opposed to those who are not (Jealousy) It's a shame Watch out for them they are officially out there (Jealousy) Jealousy comes from a few forms such as like (Jealousy) Who get the most pussy; or I heard he got the most money (Jealousy) Or tellin you I ain't the best MC (Jealousy) Things of that nature (Jealousy) .. (Jealousy) .. (Jealousy) .. Return of Theodore Unit[Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface Killah] (Uh what you got here, is your approach) Your approach gotta more guerilla on 'em KnowImean? Just to make it sound official (uh) Yeah.. yo.. (it's the realest niggas on this shit, go in) [Ghostface Killah] Left the buildin on start up, heavy Niggas couldn't take the chain, it's too heavy Word to mother, I was swingin that Shaolin Style machete Now when I come through it's "What up Ghost?", my folks throwin confetti My gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear Rubber Glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah Hit the mall in Long Island, they got hens out there I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris' My pen's is Illmatic, plush robes drag across the floor Gun hand is sore from choppin the raw And when the jet land smoked up just look right under ya The aircraft carry back half of Colombia Yeah, separate the rubble Stay beatin niggas brains out with the God broke belt buckle Jewels, pay respect to my larynx My bird blew niggas away like a clarinet My hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec Haha.. [Interlude: Trife Da God] Uh, that's what I'm talking bout nigga That's some real words right there So you know, we just gon' keep this shit rolling Theodore, they know how we do it Straight up and down, introducing One fourth of the squad, Wiganomics Uh, hit 'em nigga [Shawn Wigs] Yo son I smack bitches, make 'em say "Yes, Wiggatry" Smoke out ya room like I'm cookin up hickory Dickory dock, my Glock tucked by the scrotum It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em Cuz the Pips be stinky like Pepi LePew And my style's so sick, son, they call it the flu Influenza, top contender Had ya girl head-noddin leavin marks on my Swollen Member I remember them days when the Stat was my home Now we hop state to state, flyin in and out of zones Had to put down the heat, picked up the microphone Started payin off the jewelers and flossin in stones Chunky and I ain't talkin chicken noodle soup Got a V for Vendetta this year and need to recoup That two point five million'll slice a Sicillian Next year we want the whole fuckin pie we makin a killin [Interlude: Trife Da God] Uh, that's right nigga '06, bout to take us into '07 The years is ours, from here on out Theodore, straight up and down Word up, introducing next You know, acknowledge the great My muthafuckin' man J-Love [J-Love] Aiyo, I come through like a Chicago Bears linebacker Call me Brian Urlacher, straight up attack you Then I backslap you, yeah, ya niggas get flipped Son, I've never been a punk faggot ass idiot Get snatched in all letters, Puerto Rican bitch fetish Call me the streets, or the mixtape terrorist I get respected, like a Pride Fighter champion Out in Japan, I was ready to smash one It's real, son, I hold down my squadron Ghostface and Life scared Madison Square Garden Is the next destination hip hop preservation? Theodore Unit on an ill ass invasion Kid Crooklyn style, Premo production The greatest men walking, fuck all them their assumptions Yo, call me the king, the presence of greatness Often imitated, but you can't duplicate this [Interlude: Trife Da God] Haha, no, next up, the man who needs no introduction Muthafuckin' New York's Backbone, take it home [Trife Da God] Aiyo, I roll like a bat out of hell, something swell With the money green Balley's and the chunky gazelle's I'm an explorer like Dora, nigga, check out my aura On the block, I assist quarters, but I'm really a scorer Place your order, place your bets, I'll erase your set Puncture your lung and inflate your chest I keep killas on mountain tops, plotting on housing cops While I'm in the spot, bagging up rocks, I'm counting knots I got the eye of an eagle, ride for my people These bars of life dope, and I supply you that diesel I'm a needle in the haystack, laid back in Maybach Slay phat, cuz he spray gats, try to escape that Gray slacks for, all my Compton killas Casket fillers, armed gorillas, who bomb for skrilla Staten Island's most wanted, the backbone of the city The rapper killings, niggas get slapped silly, you feel me? Black Cream[Intro: Ghostface Killah *talking to himself*] Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man Yo these niggas over here frontin' on me and shit Talkin' bout I was sayin' this and that in the '30's Niggas gettin' whole shit twisted, like...) Where them niggas at? Them niggas though be and stay on the block, over here? (Yeah, son, them niggas... I don't know man...) Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Yo... (yo, who that?) Yo, it's Tone! Open the fuckin' door Tell that nigga (bitch) -- tell that nigga Jack to come out... Where Jack at? Jack!... [Ghostface Killah] So you said what, now? You got the whole shit twisted That was the other day, pa, you just like them bitches Faggot ass niggas, stay bumpin' they gums Tell me why you dirty and cops out, you never run Are you holdin' something in? That the hood don't know Cuz if you are, get to truckin', bitch, cuz you gotta go It's not a threat, it's a promise, I tell you, don't make your mamma feel it You'll be rockin' a toe ring in the morgue, give problems to revealin' [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Ya'll niggas kill me and ya'll, ya'll know ya'll booty So please get your punk ass off the street Please, please, do it for your family Don't be stupid, don't make me use it No, lord, cuz you can't sell here, anymore... [Ghostface Killah] Did you think I was playin'? When I told you before You can't come back here, open you up like a pap smear Actin' like you ain't got fear, nigga you get popped here! Matter fact, I'm a street doctor, take the shot here! Blaow, yo, I didn't smile, so, take off your jewelry, now then So what you leg is bleedin' here, put this in your mouth and Chew on the barrel of love, get lost in "lead-you" town You look thirsty, I should of wet you down But not now, you hear those sirens cryin' Climbin', tryin' to Save Private Ryan Bitch, nigga on the floor for lyin' and he whinin' Diming on niggas, minin' your business Perfect timin' for findin' bullshit sliders Swine and sisters, he a wack nigga ChunkyHey miss what up, Tone got luck I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck Cats like the way I write, dress like a superstar Take car of family so I don't have stupid cars Peace to all single ladies struggle with a ruff life Baby daddy fronting That's aight check out my man Trife Represent Stapleton, raised in the West 780 Anderson now I'm the best Stopping all bets slamming niggas like Barkley Back in my reefer days sellin you parsley Always kept aluminum bats in the car seat Then I showed Doo and them, That's were the narcs be Came to play no games and stay in your lane And the ratchets on your brain and fuckin to aim at yall Big spender, Rock a robe in November I never broke bud I throw my trees up in a blender [Hook: Ghostface Killah] How you like it baby You wanna good time, You alright you alright Come on, How you like it baby Can I roll with you tonight [Verse 2] Yo, You better shoot spots, Red and blue drops I used to serve those, those maroon tops, (Go head) Then crack the window when the fuckin rooms hot If my CD was skippin get a different boom box New socks full of polo chet, rugged low mocs So hot, Right before I pop the fuckin show stops You can't box, I Seen better hands on an old clock The old ox never marked you, Ima blow pops Prophesize Don, it's me Aqua blue mink, In my bitch arms and feet 20 g's real niggas like pardon me Ima be honest to your man with the Dom P, More like Sean Connery Heard he fight crime like the old man Barnaby Giving you the business, Crack heads and wannabes And I keep drugs in the Toney Starks pharmacy Desperate house wives slobbing me cause they honor me [Hook] [Verse 3] Now if it wasn't for the Wu Tell me if this rap shit would really carry on Now tell me where you from Staten Isle baby, Up town baby Boogie down baby, Brook-Don baby Now if it wasn't for the Ghost None of yall rap niggas would be writing songs Now tell me where yall from Queens bound baby, Long Isle baby New Jerus baby, Connecticut baby Hey mister, please let my niggas in Thugs and my women in, You don't want no problem wit me We got them burners on the dance floor Goons is already in, Shanks and Machetes in 3 to the head again, Ghost Remy Hennessy All yall haters what yall mad for She’s a Killah[Intro: Ron Browz] Ether Boy, Def Jam, Ghostface, Ron Browz Oh, oh, oh [Ghostface Killah] It's no special when them shots go down You can catch one in the gut, and go down The silencers work to muffle that sound Snuck through tools and on the low down Gangstas give it up, what Big cups of Goose stay filled-it up, we stay four wheeled-it up I would talk to shorty but her ass ain't big enough Her friends look like the type that'll just give it up From abyss to gecko, stay bumrushing them hoes like Joe Klecko It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex show Even fat girls get twist into pretzels, Toney Starks special [Hook: Ron Browz] She's a killer (oh) she's a killer (oh) She's a killer, mami, you'se a killer She's a killer (oh) she's a killer (oh) She's a killer, shorty, you'se a killer Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer Oh, you got a man, I'mma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller Yeah, we drinking Patron and, put your number in my phone and Ain't trying to take you home and, we partying to the morning Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning Oh, to the morning, to, to the morning Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning Oh, oh, we partying to the morning [Ghostface Killah] My co-defendant, her name's Alexis Niggas get caught up by the side of her breastses She'll murder you while eating your breakfast You'll die wanting to try how good her sex is Baby's shit wiggle like J-Lo, her thing so good Before you hit it, you be having to pray, yo Don't wanna bust fast, best be on your J-O She strictly dickly, don't go both ways, yo She independant and she fly Bout 5'5, 5'6, bout yay high Button-up pink boss shirt, blue necktie Every nigga in the club wanna eat that thigh Surprise she stay on her toes like a prized ballerina She tight, her stomping grounds is out in Medina This pretty thing handle her biz, she carry those things Ready to die like she related to B.I.G [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] (Shawn Wigs) Everybody's acting like they killing the town (Pardon me lord, I was sipping that brown) This goes for the rappers, non-gun clappers Yo, Wigs, get the cameras these is a bunch of actors (action) Yet, my heat sing like Shirley Caesar You can come test me at, your own leisure I'm ballin', gettin' Arab money and I pop champagne And go hit shorty, shaking that thang, cuz [Hook] Odd Couple[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo yo word up! Look who's back in the joint It's The Odd Couple in the spot Ghostface and C-Don, for real! [Hook 1: Cappadonna] It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! [Cappadonna (Ghostface Killah)] Yea, for real, for real (Eh yo, chop this niggas man It's time for me to splash 'em) STEP OFF! [Ghostface Killah] Eh yo we million dollars Sinatras, jewellery truck Vest did it up, chop shop it Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw heads Brought by Je-sus with the grey goose Famous for The Book of Greed, long nose King Bentley, 9th Prince will decease, made of Ginseng Seen it? It's real, liver than chase Manhatten Word on Staten I was clappin with the Captain My style is gangsta, bulletproof Guess shorts I'll fuck you up and come through in a horse We like Shaft outta Africa, graham cracker wild Beneath this side, four or five gold teeth On my neck be the Brolic shit, hurricane CREAM Guerilla shit, flashin the ill data things Excalate, sure raids, chez with the straps on John jumper, Eleanor Bumpur with the Mac Me and C. Goines, bible material Words collide, we might pop up in your cereal Rock you twice, rock your wife Best known for drives on bikes Tell your man to stop sendin me kites We Tigers Woods in the 'hood The Odd Couple up to no good Diane's son and plus what's-her-name's-son [Hook 2: Ghostface Killah] It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! It's like yo the belt is ours, bitch-ass mothafuckas! It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. son, we back y'all! [Interlude: Cappadonna] It's The Odd Couple! Ghostface and C-Don, for real! [Cappadonna] I melt 4-30, hands clustered I walk around dusted, Big Don with the gold plate Pop the cork, buttersoft lights, pop guns at the pork New York, catch you on the elevator Catch you for your watch and your Alligators Blast first, funny style niggas, manipulators, FUCK OFF! It's The Odd Couple, see you in the Range, bullets start the exchange Supreme Clients, y'all niggas can't see us Spit track like an 8-ball, ready to brawl All for one, all for Pillage, run y'all across stage Come in your state, bust down your gate Throw spit like a tre'-8, Ghostface Live on the crack tour with Bigga C-Don Crack your jaw when it's on Crack you in the face with a bottle of Dom Perignon Fuck Antoine, fuck my Bentley homes My wife start fillin pits with hoes Front pole, snatch 'phones out your earlobe [Hook 2] [Hook 3: Ghostface Killah - to fade, overlapping outro] It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. son, we back y'all! [Outro: Ghostface Killah (Cappadonna)] Y'all mothafuckas don't know how to act when y'all hold somethin, huh? It's time to give that shit up now nigga, for real The Blair Witch is back yo (Straight up! The Don of all Dons, word up, for real nigga!) Y'all little bitch niggas When y'all see me none of y'all niggas better say peace For real! Y'all niggas don't be holdin this shit Y'all frontin We let it slide for a couple of years and shit Yeah, for real, it's like.. Y'all mothafuckas know boy Gorilla Hood(feat. Solomon Childs) [Intro: movie sample] Though we stand in the shadow of death The lord is our God [Hook: Ghostface Killah] It's so much that I take the streets back so fast Everybody thinkin' it's not gon' last I, got bad news, bad news, brot'man and I'm gon' stay alive I think you want my bitches, I envy I owe niggas I'm gonna reach the sky, get on some food and we ain't gon' stop now [Ghostface Killah] I'm like them '86 Brooklyn niggas Fuck if I cook coke with niggas Operate over snow, and I brought cold techs for bitches Drapped out in them goose lick bitches You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin' Tryin' to come up out that Eric B. when I cut, twenty three's on a truck Like a dust joint, I'll have your whole hood stuck This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs with gold carts Throwin' Sports Illustrated darts and watch Get the blade whip money, fuck your fame to part The part when you see Starks, duck low Fuck up a rapper on the regular Blow his fuckin' arms off his cellular This is Don Mattengly, Don Bailer, Don King or don anything A monster, silver back gorilla, pa Though I sleep outside the bing [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Introducing Staten Island New York, New York, the Theodore Unit (It's yourz) And we bringin' back the Twin Towers We military, puttin' control on you cowards (It's yourz) Introducing Staten Island New York, New York, told me show 'em how the niggas shine (It's yourz) This for the holes in my momma's sock The scene's marked, got them six in a pack for 3.99 (It's yourz) [Ghostface Killah] Bulletproof goose pillows I'm still alive since the last time I left Tephlon pajama set, truck armor neck neck arm weigh your head Move a A-Bomb, get drunk and paint the whole town red Fuck a 5-0, hydro and perfume bottles Blow a hole through an avocado, blitz murder Verrazano Wish that I became a leader, the day this old school nigga Placed a burner in my hand, 'cause I was very eager Big stories to tell, jail house, rock that Supreme Clientele Bricks we buy and sell, we made it, it's on, when fam post bail When they ran up in, near the house, Pops went through hell 2 O'Clock, the Apollo on, no socks, wallo's on Eatin' olives with Vodka, lampin' on plush sofas Big trophies on my wall, double X Moses, Ghost is M.C. Ultra, you be suprised by the size of my hostler, bitch The reason why I be dissin' y'all niggas is cause y'all 0 for 6 You hero head muthafuckas, I'll expose you quick Fuck around and get your waffle split Y'all morocco when I cock let the Glock go, got those bridge Feelin' like a bad parent when I dropped those kids Body up your fuckin' man just like the Narco's did [Chorus] [Outro: Ghostface Killah (Solomon Childs)] Yeah, yeah, like I told you (for real man) Muthafuckas, you need man (tired of niggas tellin' niggas) Fuck that, it's Theodore (niggas talkin' all flagrant) (y'all niggas is fuckin' up, son) Let me say somethin', let me say somethin' one time (go head) I'mma bust one of these niggas wigs off 'em one time My banger too big and been starvin' for one of these little punk ass niggas (Yo these niggas like bad children) I'mma start sendin' y'all niggas to the storm (Where we from, y'all niggas don't know, fuck the rappers, God) Y'all niggas whole style is chunky, straight up and down We them '88 bankies, man, on the real man (y'all niggas just war story niggas) I'll smack you off stage while you on man (Slap the shit out of one of y'all niggas) Spit in your girl's mouth, bitch (Shaolin, I fuck the bitch up) I wanna bite this fuckin' mic, right now (I'm tellin' you...) Clips[Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording! Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the fuck out the room, G! Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser! Nah'mean yo.. what? Fuck you too, nigga! 'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?! Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done! Eat a dick nigga! [Verse 1] Catch me in the 80's drop Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby Glock Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it Capricorn, Aquarius Lost so much blood, these bitch niggas in they periods They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice And only fuck with fly bitches that can fly and boost And they ears be chandeliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?! They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs That's right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all Fuck a state, light charge My predicate status, irrelevant My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants Jumbo shits from New Orleans Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla Bally's is mean Can't none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh! [Hook: Trife Da God] Aiyyo we the live niggas holding heat on the street corners Sic the beasts on you, turn mothers to mourners Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks "Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas Package the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash Cause we cut from the same cloth Big guns ready to bang off Slide off the cables and take the rings off! [Verse 2] We hold the weight of four Synagogues Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars Going mad wetting 'em Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexing 'em Paris crew, little dudes, please! I was repping 'em Niggas couldn't come through (word) That's when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggas like crazy glue Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around! The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town! She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no Heinz Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die Its the tale of the Crips and Bloods, pimps and thugs Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug On that note I'm a say peace! Theodore! Word to Darryl Mack's teeth! [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick My semi, they call it the crouching tiger A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers Peel your potato like Ore-Ida On the day of your death people had candles but couldn't find no lighter Fuck your mural! Fuck your hood! You ain't a street legend like me! Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty I muffle motherfuckers up like Meineke And write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "E" Jewel thief, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep And cruising deserts mad heavy into salt treats I'm the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues Picking niggas off by the Red Sea And did it all for Ghost, sniffing on caffeine! No No No (The Splash)[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] We-we-we sound and tell the people About the musical disc coming your way! (Buck-bu-bu-buck! Brrr-bu-bu-buck! Ghostface Killah!) [Ghostface Killah] I'd love to make you happy, buy an island off Miami Feed your mother and your family, my wildest fantasies Take place, overlooking real high mountains They wrote our name in the sky, see baby, we bout it! This is all us, Adam and Eve if you want This time, we respect God's work from the jung' That's all you ever said, Ghost fed, many heads Broke dead, I'm going bald, girl, I can't grow dreads Kiana told Deb, on the moped CiCi Vet on the beach steps give me slow neck She's lyin', she be on X She's tired, she a house wreck (that's right) Don't buy it, tell me why you said that ("Cause you left me...") I never left you, you left me You thought if you break out from the kids, you'll be stress free Talkin' bout it, baby, you my first lady You let me suck up on them nipples When I get cranky, and taste your kitty So girl, won't you on come back down to Earth Once you land on the Rock, you gonna always see a dirt Face first, they the worst, they searched and searched And the worst, don't it hurt, my love, stay alert [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Two things that you can't touch: My money, my girl The he-say and she-say could fuck up your world Playa-haters, perpetrators, house-breakers Can you see the fact that nigga try'nna live life? I was raised in a jungle, and stumbled on hills And didn't nobody ask me on how did I feel But that sugar and my spice, that's wife She's my lady, and we just wanna live right, uh [Outro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] Tell the people, tell the people... Tell the people, tell the people... Tell the people, tell the people... Tell the people, tell the people... No, no, no... you don't love me and I know now... No, no, no... you don't love me, yes, I know now... Tell the people (I see you) Tell the people (I see you) No, no, no... I'll do anything for... Killah Intro[Sample] Hahahaha Ghostface Killer I bet you'd forgotten me, maybe thought I was dead Get out of here fast, this man's a killer Hahahaha, hahahaha Belt Holders/Eldarado[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, uh-huh, yo, yo [Ghostface Killah] Portable DATs, Sony headphones El Dorado's, thousand dollar bottles, get blown Diplomat Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks, dusted out Blondie Slide me, we wrote the bowl, we take the magnets Man handling mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes, I like eggs in my rice Circus money, read the Staten Island funnies Eighty seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the gumby Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for Glaciers Do it for cee-lo games, cases, battle for bitches Million dollar cribs, grandfather gamble those wit ribs, yes he did Life is wonderful, fly living rooms, brass brooms Catch me in the city of Watts, dusted out with Doc Doom Slide you, thirty six to the hip, you need Neo Sock it to me G.O., the block we spot V.O Live at the handball session, white Wimbledon's Send them, my throat is the top session for men Rap graduate, seen through the needles that was used by dopes Fuck around and get rocked for three notes And fuck your bitch ass alligators When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge, my man's dough made us [Raekwon] Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces, colorful whips Slapped up bouncers, pouches Ball like a unit, fly fragrance, faceless Rarely out of spaceships, many fakes got lynched We all pornographic, taylor made mortals Leanin' on suede walls, leather's on, ballers Maybe Benz lenses, sprayin' out of sixes, Christmas money Vicious consolidated drama rip bitches The rich version of black, skyscraper paper Wu belt makers, show & prove that all my shit match Tri-colored diamonds, foreign color five All kinds of iron, Swiss cheese, yea, big boy, we giants Heard it All Before[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yes, yes, we like to thank you You are the 77th caller You know you just won a pair of Theodore drawers and all that How do you feel about that? (Oh my God, that is good daddy I love ya'll) Yeah, that's right baby, no doubt... right now, his name is Ghostface Check this joint out right here, it's new, word up [Ghostface Killah] I'm the Mighty Joe Young of rap Live off of mighty gold, tongue and yack Ya'll be amazed how I brought it back Two porsche's, big ass ranch with twelve horses Scarface breeze when I speak, the all bosses Plus the jewelry so truck, the cuffs get you nauseous Two years, been through like six divorces Not to talk and put my business in the street, but I'm like cement, I rock over beats Kill music with no hands and leave with no weed stuff Like my bitches better when they wore Reebok's See hot, let's have a toast, I verbally bomb deacons Have the whole church praying for Ghost When we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits The big shit, you might get burned with God-body fly automobiles with grills Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheel A Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit still Chill, peace to Queens, so the God Allah reel's reel It's the takeover, breaks over, make something For funny ass faggots who won't hand that cake over Monster bangels, bojangles got the forty cocked from all angles Fuck a rope nigga, my gold chain'll hang you Danish darts, language arts, slanger banger you Punk motherfucka... [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] All you talk is poor... All of your fushu, I got gats, Ghostface that But your rhymes ain't workin' now, look who's hurtin' now I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down [Ghostface Killah] Welcome to Saturday Night Live, write rhymes Glide on beats, and we high from the police The dogs bark funny, in fact, when I'm clean They can smell mark money, truck and mad bummy Off the peter, grab shoots, Cerebel Paisley Gats, pull out the mack on cancer, the oo-wop I bag down AIDS, word to the U.S There's no need to panic, yo, we been through a phase Like, namebelts, got the fronts in Alfa Romeo's Tent the patrol niggas, that we had on a payrole I play on niggas like stop and go And tell the other liquors that Don pop more And Venus told Mercury she a hot ho Me, I'm just thinkin' bout what's next for Ghost The Enterprise worth billions, delay America To Africa, home away, the six text-tillion Turn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two thumbs New York Times call it my best work, bump to it You can Rolling Stone every bone, and kill 'em at the Grammy's Have 'em sit down, polly with the top five families Blocka-blocka, boom, now they all dead Now I'm the only one gettin' that bread, that's right And the only one rockin' those threads See these cowards let the fuckin' lead go to they head [Hook: Ghostface Killah] I needed to scream on all ya'll bitches, birds But the more you bite my style, the more I learn Your rhymes ain't workin' now, look who's hurtin' now I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down [Outro: Ghostface Killah] God, yeah, party people You are now listenin' to the sounds of Ghost Radio 777 F.M. and all that, no doubt It's real right about now, yeah The dance floor is packed and all that Everything lookin' glory, I see asses I see glasses in the air, yo, put your hands in the air Come one, let me hear you see Theodore, "Theodore" Theodore, "Theodore", yeah, yeah That was chunky and all that No doubt, but yo, where Staten Island at? Where ya'll at? Make some noise, yo, yo, come on Yeah, check-check-check-check me out Check-check-checkin' me out, come on Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out Come on baby, take me out, uh-huh, yeah, no doubt, no doubt Stand UpBe friends wit'cha gram! I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight Hey you, blow your whistle Now clap ya hands and say yeah! (yeah) Tune my voice out, tune my mic out Tune my voice out, tune my mic out Yo, this is how we rock This is how we rock This is how we rock, rock Hey you, blow your whistle Yeah, we in the joint yo We in the joint Hey yo, hey, yeah, scream Hey now, I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up (Ah shit!) I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight (Stand up, yeah) Brothers and sisters, if you know you've got your thing together (Put your motherfuckin' hand in the air) I want you to stand on up! Now I got something to tell ya (Swing it from left to right) I'll tell you, now that I think about it (Yeah) And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together (Play with this, you can't play with this) Come on now, get a groove going (Uh) Yeah Hey you, blow your whistle Yo, yo, yo Yo tony, what up? Heard your dick was good You should know, yo I fucked you on the side of my hood Never that dog From where you can never hit it Throw a razor in my mouth on the low And suck ya dick wit' it The world famous, priceless, still stainless dick Pray over this, scoped ya love, nameless Heavyweight dick in ya jaw Good lickin' fom ya lips, now baby girl throw the song Yo, yo, yo Aye yo Tony, you phoney We both signed to Sony But for half ya pub, ride that dick like a Pony, what Yeah, what, put your money on my dick Girls, all eyes on my dick Yo, yo, yo Cats fatigued out, thinkin' they armies My crew arms me with beats, how we swarm bee? Who bang?, be'More and Wu Tang, new thang Mad at how we do thangs, RZA cop me two fangs Official, now I bite through gristle Gold teeth style in from Philly to Stanton Island While in the meantime, spit mean lines Fuck clean rhymes, like mine's grimmy Like my niggas be Picture me, coming off soft Y'all just cough up shit, I swallow rhymes Makin' bitches swallow 9's, re-define This rap shit, make my shit a classic Like Bethoven, stay posin' For the camera, stamina Like a crackhead, and crackheads are amateurs You try me, no in-between like why to Z Pick brains like labotomies Still thoughts to charts of Billboard's Throw pour ill spores, leave niggsa stiff like still-born's I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up (What, what, what) I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight (Stand up baby, stand up baby) Brothers and sisters, if you know you've got your thing together I want you to stand on up! (Stand up yo) Now I got something to tell ya I'll tell you, now that I think about it (Yeah, what, what, what) And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together I'm like Spider-Man's fifth brother up in the Clan Drop like crap's that's scattered all up in ya van Skelly-man crook, character star In Donna Boines book MG--M, Heaven and Hell, sat with the cook With the big spice bone, red hair's is killin' me Knotted up, twisted and green Seen them crystal's in that rap yo And get Barear Bear hug and five hundred ounce of that Staision Wild man, Sarah Rush after hours, Alpha in the beds Caked hands like Dai Smith, rap haggler with a fade Magillia, Charli Baltimore with Hazel driftin' withdrawels Wind Face start with the Killah Stood still, a whole river chill Looked up and got dogged, that's when RZA started to build Hey yeah! I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up Hey yeah! I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up Hey you, blow your whistle What, what, what, what! Aye yo, you craze me, turtleneck nigga rockin' Pasley Shots crazily, steady blazin' where the spaids be Teams like Starsky and Hutch, you put deluxe truck Ya bankrupt, 52's Knox, I heard you Ku Klux, damn Tear it out the van, sweat it with a tan With get like Remo spray can, suga the ram Fuck a cocktail, get my balls licked in Hell Read his Igloo Tales, hell all the dogs with broken tails Salt range, short order tab Ironman, bubble bath, nuclear, split the atom in half Meet dime O's, fifth brother bug inside 8 pole Change though, crush the birds inside the strip pose Rap Conspiracy, hold songs for ransom Lancin' in Ghostmode, coke mixed with Branson Sheisty, tree's soaked in half-ki's Sabotage N.Y. with snipe's and 79's Channel 9's scene street team made news with who's Charli, every 16 bars be Sickening, peep the scription Rhyme vixen Keep the clips in tact, watch ya back Ain't done yet, 8-Spunett Poison webbers Spider-Woman, two legged, how we did it What! Come on and get a groove goin'! Hey you, blow your whistle Hey you, blow your whistle Now clap your hands and say yeah Yeah Now let me count it off 1 2 3 Hey Hey, hey, hey yeah! I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up Tony’s Money* Bonus track on the LP Version of "Put it on the Line" [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, ain't nothing man Niggas, niggas just should of paid me my stacks, man You know whatimean, these niggas sending me tracks And ain't try'nna not to pay the kid, man But fuck that, fuck 'em I don't give what producers -- who produced, what I'm deading niggas on they tracks, what Cock suckers fucking with me.. Yeah, yo, this what happens when niggas send me shit And don't pay me my fucking money [Hook 2X: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo (come on), Pretty Toney should of got his dough We was rhymin through the brooms and street, with eight years old Take us back to eighty eight, you couldn't catch our flow A group of kids, so original, (you heard?) [Ghostface Killah] Tony 'Tana with big hammers, for bad manners, who got 'em We kiss cannons for Scrams and his crew, and his wack dancers Biting is forbidden, pa, pay that tax And don't you ever look at us funny, come on, boy, we'll bring rap back And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men With dynomites, real hip-hop'll do you in Floor you like Dyu Ku Kim, I'm loo-looing Hoola hoop on bitches, cuckoo for brand new pins Cut Masta Killa, make sure we cut classics Buck bastards in broadday and tuck caskets Next to Uday and Qusay, hopped in the coupe, shoot the P.A And just lay, whooptie, whooptay Use to loose spaldings, and snatch a dude's toupee Since tuning in, to T-La Rock and A.J Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed like a glass of O.J Girls you can go cruisin in my O'Jay [Hook] Smooth Sailing[Ghostface Killah] Yo, behind those mahogany walls Indoor pools with steel doors, flipping eggs over in my silk drawers While I"m charging my cell, sparking the L Baby mother reading my mail, just that they switched seats To another jail, and his banger is old fire He's locked up with them dudes from the fucking Wire That's when I passed her the bone, started to cough And flossed all through the house, robe on, ruger out Homebuyers see the sign, yeah ya'll, I'm moving out In front of the crib, niggas flipped, I had to shoot it out Thirty G, living room sets, porcelain plates With big giant wall units, even the front grass Saw your boy doing it, Tone Stark he'll never fall I even put work in, under the floor In the box with the ox, and my skeleton jaw Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call [Hook: Solomon Childs] Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing When the heat shot, now your crew's bailing I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down Go five and turn, to let the biz, all I found [Solomon Childs] Where the fuck is the kids crown? Lady luck breathing all over the dikes With 745 airlines, the color of Cajun rice This the passion of Christ, done seen it and felt it all Til rats shit in my boots, like how the fuck the rats get in my boots A brown metal that sizzles, wrap up more dead meat then riddles Injuries that have you missing more games than Kerry Kittles There's a war going on outside, you hear the fiddles? And you so called 'units', go 'head and jump And get your body severed apart with pumps [Trife Diesel] Aiyo, watch who you talk around, cuz ya'll seen niggas snitching And they quick to turn on you like keys in the ignition Niggas start submitting, when them slugs is spitting And believe me, that shit'll hurt like when your drugs is missing Yo, these bullets ain't thug resistant, and they see a nigga dying Choking off his own blood is sickening Picture that, now picture this, picture me running in your lab Like Allen Iverson waving the fifth But this ain't no domestic dispute, go 'head and get cute Force my hand, and see if I'm connected with loot Somebody gon' find your body on the stitching of the roof The art of gunplay, I stay perfected when I shoot And this ain't a lottery, but ya'll dudes can 'take seven' The slugs'll have your ass 'burning up' like Faith Evans Facial expressions change when you're facing that weapon Nigga, your ass gon' die, try to escape within sessions Man Up (Remix)[Hook 2X: Ghostface Killah (Solomon Childs)] (Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down (Man up) Whether music or four pounds (Man up) Ain't no need to know me well We can get the drama popping, homey, I won't tell [Ghostface Killah] Welcome to Saints Row, the home of the gun clappers Small time criminals, sneak divas and car jackers Where the streets fight back and shoot-outs are bound to happen Ain't nobody scrapping, all of these killas is taking action Gang wars, yea, we bang to the death, gaining respect In an intelligent city, be smart and wear ya vest Watch your right just as well as your left Cuz nine out of ten times, we'll creep from behind and blow the tech Heat holding, whip stolen, while police is patrolling Flashing they lights, telling us to pull over, we keep going On a high speed chase from the law, out on parole Swerving out of control, with the gas pedal to the floor I'm on a deathwish, driving wreckless with no headlights Running through roadblocks, and we ain't stopping at red lights That's how the game go, switch up, and change clothes Watch your back, when you walk through the streets of Saints Row, nigga [Hook 2X: Trife Diesel] [Trife Diesel] Enter the real world, where corrupt cops and vigilante's lurk Henchmen, put in position to do my handywork Mob bosses, hire hitmen, to get your family merked No matter right or wrong, remember to put your family first We in the gutter, watching for undercovers, slinging butter Posted up on the corners, me and my brothers Sex, money and drugs, the hungriest thugs Sleep with my burner, and wash with my gun in the tub Posted up in the back of the club, we doing it That's a nice outfit on your back, don't make me ruin it First class, serving shots like a stewardess Gun out the hoster, now come a little closer so you can view the fifth Blood stains, bullets'll drain you until you fluidless Barely escaped with the jaws of life, when your Buick flipped That's how the game go, switch up, and change clothes Watch your back or fall flat in the traps of Saints Row, playa [Hook 2X: Trife Diesel] ABC[Ghostface Killah] Chunky, ???, Brolic, Please be careful with my chains Stop palyin games, It costs too much The jewelry man said it might attract feds The few men that wanted shit was found dead See it's not a game, The power I possess is real Wait up, Money caked up, Tape ducts and kill Rock my gold bow, Polo robes, Scrooge McDuck shit Uncle Ghost will download gold, Whether sixth floor Brooklyn house Slid through quietly then took the house Spazed out on the faggot then they moved me out Hurry check the box office my new movie's out I'm not feelin broke niggas that be frontin for nothin Stuntin, Wanna rock Playboy I keep it comin Word to Granny I'm quick to buck fifty somethin I'll be right up on that ass like you sixty somethin Come on [Ghostface Killah] Big head ants, Lamps that glow Goldfish with gold chains hangin from they necks, They swim slow Watch me poke Vics, Sit slick, Throw Vicks on it Ship shit, Kick Arabic, Bag bricks, Karate kicks, Fly Wu bitch Don't hesitate to clap a sugar woogy, Just do it Hop in the Buick and bounce, Harry's lounge On My KneesIntro: I can't fall down on my knees (i thought you loved me) (if you really loved me you would have stayed with me) And apologize to you (and apologized to me thats all i'm askin) But that ain't my style (well let me hear wat you had to say earlier) Verse 1: I remember how me met It was on the train How could i forget You smiled when you looked at me The soft of your lips that captured me The whole ride down We kept our eyes on each other And then me sat, down together You gave me your number Said 'give me a call' I thought i wouldn't call at all... But here we are Fell in love Like hand to glove Pure bliss from above Now all we seem to do is fuss and fight We never seem to get it right See there's too much fire so much desire So i took a little pill to take me higher I'm sorry if i hurt you when i ran astray I guess i got caught in the day- heyey Chorus I can't fall down on my knees And apologize to you It not in my style (x2) Verse 2: I remember the night When we were all alone You were on the sofa I was on the phone You over heard me call out my best friends name Thats when you went crazy Started going insane Grabbed the phone from my hand Backed me against the wall Shouting and askin 'who was on the call?' You would believe me When i said it was just a friend Thats when all the madness began You kept yellin while i stuck to the floor Cryin all these tears, i can't cry them no more I knew you had a temper I wish i didn't see it You wanted me to be faithful I said i could be it But that didn't stop you From puttin your hands on my face You said you simply had to 'put me into my place' At the end of every tunnel Theres always a light And the door will show whose right Chorus: I can't fall down on my knees And apologize to you Cause it not in my style (x2) Hook: He's got you begging on your knees Crying in you sleep Making you believe him But you're stronger Then you'll ever know girl You control your own world No need to take no more! (x2) Verse 4:(Rap) Hey yo yo yo I asked you to calm down Asked you who was on the phone Put the horn down Had a glass of wine From a 99 yeah a green one Which i bought for you from the cruise you won I dun approve of those male friends I told you back then when we first got together That i don't trust those men And you did it again I lost my temper Blinked out and wrecked the house boo Thats all i remember i'm sorry (sorry Sorry) Chorus: I can't fall down on my knees And apologize to you Cause that not in my style(x4) Reflections of C.R.E.A.M. (Interlude 2)[Interviewer] So I mean after over 25 years in the game Man you got over a dozen albums I mean what do you feel like, or how do you feel like The game has changed from '93 'til now in your life [Ghostface Killah] Man the game changed 'cause it's a new wave It's a new wave for children that's up in the game You know music is different Radio is different You know it ain't the same Like if we would have come out with C.R.E.A.M. right now we never would have gotten played Because all this would have blocked it You know I mean even though it would have been dope But it's like, there's so much other stuff that's out There's like millions of rappers now You know what I mean, back then we had to fight for our spot We had to rhyme for it, you know what I mean Like now you just go on the computer And you can do anything and you gonna get views You know what I mean, even if it's super whack You might get like 5 million views off of super whack Just something you doing stupid You know what I mean so that's the difference Back then it was like yo this is footwork You know what I mean you gotta move the album Girls Callin’[Intro: Elephant Man] Uh huh, ladies can't resist, ladies [Elephant] This is Elephant [Ghostface] Ghostface this [Elephant] This we have make di girls can't resist [Elephant] This is Elephant [Ghostface] Ghostface this [Elephant] Make girls turn and twist, you know!!! [Ghostface] This is Ghostface and Elephant Make them girls come, come and come again So go get your bike go run and tell a friend It's Ghostface and Elephant [Chorus: Elephant Man] Hear girls callin (Shizzle) dem want it all in Hear girls callin, all night Hear girls callin (You know) dem want it all in Hear girls callin, all night [Verse 1: Elephant Man] (*Woman Orgasm) Mi mek she seh (*) When mi put it in (*) Oonu fi listen in, it hot but she still a scream like Friday di thirteenth Should a see di foot a kick up When di dick up and stick up pon who she pick up Flat pon har back couldn't get up Neva know a so mi sit up Regula mi run regula to mi sit up One 'mount a M&M mi see she pick up Like a monk she feel mi flick up She seh Elephant to get di cookin kit up Oonu tek it back wait a fah she get up When mi get di legs lift up Mi bend it and send di drill beat up Amount pound a ram mi see she drip up Gal dem seh yah bout a talk we a di boss Memba seh fi we cocky nuh soft, patty now a we laugh Girls put inna first class Champion jockey derby winna yeah we neva run last Get outta control, how dem so cold Mi love fi see when body a roll, dem rise inna mi pole Where dem at dem caan hold Hundred degrees she ready fi come melt di North Pole [Chorus: Elephant Man] Hear girls callin (Shizzle) dem want it all in Hear girls callin, all night Hear girls callin (You know) dem want it all in Hear girls callin, all night [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo! It's about that time for me to go in Now me I'm a, take my time and I'm a, ease it in Then I'm a, ram it in and don't you be panickin Whose dick on your clit stiff as a manequin Bawl you up, fold you up, cut the pillow under your gut Fuck, cause when we fuck best believe were gonna get stuck So, take that sugar uh, and that sugar Don't be scared I make that ass alot bigger Made you shiver, quiver Tell your friends put there order in I deliver Ghost that nigga He hit things that make you come quicker Like, hit it from the back and feel the long thicker White chicks or sisters, latin Manhattan Bitches I stop tappin raggin those ridiculous Can't resist this nasty black licorice I let off I'm quittin and rubbin it right where your nipple is [Chorus: Elephant Man] Hear girls callin (Shizzle) dem want it all in Hear girls callin, all night Hear girls callin (You know) dem want it all in Hear girls callin, all night [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah & Elephant Man] Yo, yo, yo this is Tony and Ele and we smash them hoes Keep a half a pound a ganja in the bid all rolls Lampin, in the far places light we light can't be right And chant murder and keep the walls damp From Jamaica to Staten Island, y'all put your hands in the air When y'all hear this shit y'all start whylin Pop one for Kingston (Blaow!) In every hood that be holdin it down in the struggle Tony starts sluggin [Elephant] This is Elephant [Ghostface] Ghostface this [Elephant] This we have make di girls can't resist [Elephant] This is Elephant [Ghostface] Ghostface this [Elephant] Make girls turn and twist, you know!!! [Elephant] This is Elephant [Ghostface] Ghostface this [Elephant] This we have make di girls can't resist [Elephant] This is Elephant [Ghostface] Ghostface this [Elephant] Make girls turn and twist, you know!!! [Ghostface] This is Ghostface and Elephant Make them girls come, come and come again So go get your bike go run and tell a friend It's Ghostface and Elephant [Chorus: Elephant Man] Hear girls callin (Shizzle) dem want it all in Hear girls callin, all night Hear girls callin (You know) dem want it all in Hear girls callin, all night Tell Your Friends (Remix)[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Midnight, staring out the view from the condo Half a pound on the table, blunt wraps in my ?? shine Joe ?? Lounging on the gunplay Haven't burnt a nigga in 4 days Fuck it, I'm all in mi casa Sheepskin 'Lo slippers and lambskin boxers Four hundred thousand under the ice are cold lobsters A bad bitch, her silhouette behind my shower curtain The fog in the mirror's a stick, I couldn't see her curves, and So butt naked I became right I put my weapon near the sink right there in plain sight I jumped in, she did a line off me ??? Wilin' like Stevie J chick, she sniffed a dime off me Heated floors, par-quet!! I ate her pussy while she drying off, ??? sorbet! Starks feeling like James Bond I fucked on a hundred thousand green, Draymond! Pretty dick, back it up, hoes get they gag on Nosebleeds, honestly, how can they just pass it up? I don't cum quick, uh-uh, that's them little niggas I fuck like my dick screwed on, go and tell them bitches No No No[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] We-we-we sound and tell the people About the musical disc coming your way! (Buck-bu-bu-buck! Brrr-bu-bu-buck! Ghostface Killah!) [Ghostface Killah] I'd love to make you happy, buy an island off Miami Feed your mother and your family, my wildest fantasies Take place, overlooking real high mountains They wrote our name in the sky, see baby, we bout it! This is all us, Adam and Eve if you want This time, we respect God's work from the jung' That's all you ever said, Ghost fed, many heads Broke dead, I'm going bald, girl, I can't grow dreads Kiana told Deb, on the moped CiCi Vet on the beach steps give me slow neck She's lyin', she be on X She's tired, she a house wreck (that's right) Don't buy it, tell me why you said that ("Cause you left me...") I never left you, you left me You thought if you break out from the kids, you'll be stress free Talkin' bout it, baby, you my first lady You let me suck up on them nipples When I get cranky, and taste your kitty So girl, won't you on come back down to Earth Once you land on the Rock, you gonna always see a dirt Face first, they the worst, they searched and searched And the worst, don't it hurt, my love, stay alert [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Two things that you can't touch: My money, my girl The he-say and she-say could f**k up your world Playa-haters, perpetrators, house-breakers Can you see the fact that nigga try'nna live life? I was raised in a jungle, and stumbled on hills And didn't nobody ask me on how did I feel But that sugar and my spice, that's wife She's my lady, and we just wanna live right, uh [Outro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] Tell the people, tell the people... Tell the people, tell the people... Tell the people, tell the people... Tell the people, tell the people... No, no, no... you don't love me and I know now... No, no, no... you don't love me, yes, I know now... Tell the people (I see you) Tell the people (I see you) No, no, no... I'll do anything for... Struggle[Hook: sample] All my life, it's been one big struggle Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all... [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, I was born and raised in New York City The home of the Yankees, the Jam Master Jays and the Biggies Ralph Iceys, Jet mags, cops surveillance, it's high-tech Our appearance is we still in the grind, and direct But on my side of town shit's gorilla, phone booths is broke Behind the building niggas on post What up, Doc? What up, Lord? I'm chilling These motherfuckers got my name and my face Placed up in every building You see what that do to the children, that ain't right I've been raised in these projects, damn near, all my life And these faggots wanna do this to me, I'mma lay low And blow that cop, son, you watch No lie, word to my momma, dunn They don't want the drama, thunn, 'member me in '86? Knocked out four cops, got knocked on the outer bridge Bagged me with two clips, a fifth of Bacardi Dark I spared them, cause all of them left with they body parts I'm not crazy; I'm lulu, I will Larry Davis these spades You spill a little blood on the NARC's Fubu The Culture Pound'll go thru dude, and ricochet off his shoulder Miss the teeth and hit his Lo Mein noodles Fuck it.. [Hook: sample] All my life, it's been one big struggle Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all... [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] I'mma tell ya motherfuckers something, my struggle is real Threw ketchup on my rice, 'cause there was no meat with the meal My dog was better off alone, he ate when I ate, if not days later Two weeks old cold shit, straight out the refrigerator Ran away a few times, then boom, went to Dee and fried them Prior to that, burning rulers, we was getting high in the Hill So many cracks we done crushed up in dollar bills It's a shame, didn't smoke once plain; don't pass me that I had escaped that, then dust took over Hit bags of red devil, bundels leaking, had put the hood in a coma Hustling backwards and off balance, turkey and cheese heros And nutriments, kept a nigga belly full Fresh cut and fresh kicks, thinking it was cool, now I'm telling you A grown man still in the struggle, vouch for my brothers too And sisters, all across the globe, fuck the past Fix the future, I'm sent here to spread the message, come on [Hook: sample] All my life, it's been one big struggle Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all... Mama[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Keyshia Cole)] Damn, this is for all my women thats been going through the struggle On welfare, living the rough life (oh I cried, but see I'm thankful) It's gone be alright, thats right (Thankful for the trouble For holding me down, every day, oh yeah..) This is how we gone do it, I want you to explain your story Then I'mah tell you mine, tell 'em (Uh, can't ask for any more.. more...) Tell 'em Keyshia.. [Chorus: Keyshia Cole] Momma, where did you go wrong Because I need to know You got me living the life you were living When you were young... And I'm heading down the same path, uh But the difference between me and you Is, oh, hey, hey, hey [Ghostface Killah] There's not a difference, boo, it's real life.. It's not ya momma fault, it's ya fathers fault It's your fathers fault your mother is an alcoholic Confusin the brain from the booze and the pain And plus he cheated on her, beated on her, smack dead in the rain She Lost her first child in 74 And that lead to nervous breakdowns bicardi dark she downin it raw She can't take it she constantly cryin fallin down on her knees Like help me lord please I'm ready to leave All she needed was somebody to rub her feet Give her a nice hug and rescue her from off these streets, come on [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] There's not a difference, boo, it's only an 8-figure, back me up I been sent by an angel to snatch you up Take you way above the clouds and back you up At night you can lay in my arms feel the heart beatin Don status in the sheets I'm keepin you warm Ain't no nigga gone do what I do Imah take care of you and ya kids Take the bent and go handle ya biz The bills is paid,the cable back on I quote you know the seeds want they nickleodeon on I'm not ashamed to sport you Floss you or gloss you out Fat, skinny out of shape i'll dior you out [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Wipe ya eyes.. Yo in the hood theres a struggle My girls is in trouble She lackin guidance in the mind shes blinded and puzzled Her pops never showed her the ropes Her moms raised mad kids on her own She never had a strong man in her home [Keyshia Cole w/ Ghost ad-libs] Stay stroooooooooong Oh, hey, said we're gonna stay strong No matter what Yeah.. we're still here to see, hey... (that's my baby, that's my baby) [Chorus] [Outro: Keyshia Cole] Gotta keep the hood up through all the struggle No matter what, you know what I'm saying? Keep your heart in the right place Wise[Ghostface Killah] I think it happened on a Saturday I heard the phone ring, ding, ding Who this? 'Vine yo.. Wise guy killed last night by the Tracks It was the same Ohio niggas teamed up Sent 'em back, we shoulda thrilled a long time ago We went this recording, now we owe The devil slit trough, without an intro Yo 'Vine, it can't be! Wise guest-starring me Can it be, we both got hit God legendary, he a General He survived Adolph Hard to even picture god eaten by gray dogs He stated his word And he solemnly sweared To tell the truth, that his bond was like "Your out of cure boo" Wisegod Allah, warrior XY chromosome, sat heavy on the throne Touched something for you Y'all Steubenville niggas f**ked up Becouse bitches is talking They living, i'm twisting You alleybag You killed my man, you killed my man And you sent him back After this day, watch your hats Slugs flying everywhere You could smell havoc in the air You can never get the god, yeah Now i'm cypher You've been driving off the same battery We had, back in '91 that got you hyper God been beautiful, god been great God fed you, you'd die if he survived that take You killed your king, Rakeem Allah Gave him his light, he was your offspring Camouflage dog, days was green One righteous man fought for his right, gods pupil Yo, that's my fam, we snatch me out of big head van We taught you how to get gates, from sayin' "peace god" Islamic translate Allah's tongue, spit the language hard Alex Haley thoughts, identical twin My a-alike, the days close The days close, how'd you know! [The Dramatics] Once the sun comes out and the rain is gone.. I know I'm gonna see, a better day I know I think I'm crying, becouse of you I'm crying, don't want you to see me cry Love you Wise, love you Wise, love you Wise! [Chorus (x3)] I wanna go outside, in the rain... It may sound crazy, it may sound crazy But I wanna go outside, in the rain... Tony/MontanaI play hard for nine innings dressed in fine linen Cause pussy is the best next thing besides women All the position I've been in couldn't explain how I'm living My vision my intuition has risen Here take a listen I'm hitting Up to bat with precision Sealing bags in the kitchen Slinging crack to these pigeons For the fact that I'm driven My linebackers is missing Send you back and good rides Trapped in this mission where snakes and rats is forbidden Keep my gun hidden niggas is bitches signing petitions And they providing convictions See I survive through the system under the livest conditions My riders ride on a mission for snitching You get your back blown right out of commission You'll be missing like them crazy Christians and swimming with all the fishes Your misses will come and visit your body with hugs and kisses Now tell me is that nutritious we party with chips and liquors Your wisses is coming with us for real kid they bought me presents The difference is this is business big biscuits big figures We click on religious niggas for acting too superstitious Move cause the group is viscous Shoot if you want your wishes to blow See trife in the Bentley with a group of bitches My design is already made So young an so strong And just waiting to be saved My life's no longer in the hands of district attorneys or envious niggas Who thirsty cause I'm OT with prince with thirty moving like magic But niggas ain't worthy like Michael cooper when I shoot I aim sturdy Mother maiden mother fuck em Rhymes so dope I hope I make it through customs We can take it to the streets like a game at the rucker They claim they love us but all that changes When you on and they fucked up dog ain't no flaws in a hustla I ain't no longer in state greens and chuckers Waiting for the beach port and the breaks streets oughta relate I see it all in your face the window to your soul ain't tinted You want to see me falling from grace No way nigga I'm stretching my weight like cocaine dealers What they gonna say now the flow way iller If dough change things I'm no longer the same But what I became does not conflict with from where I cam I was dealing with caine like cold chilla back when lyricist rained And dope was killing em, any MC who think they ill as me Or real as me should chill I mean that's your opinion But my raps is relentless like a mac with an infra And I'm back with a vengeance, like Sprewell smashing the Knicks After they shipped him despite the fans resistance Big and 'Pac is up top so the nicest man living is right here Its quite clear like diamonds that glisten Outroduction[Michael Rapaport] Yo, Ghost Killah Lost Tapes. You hear that dusty shit? You hear that soul shit? You hear that fly shit? The man has been an inspiration to me and to millions and gillions of motherfuckers for years, one of a kind. There's only one Ghostface Killah; there's only one Pretty Toney; there's only one Starkey Love; there's only one Ghost Deini. Yo, from the bottom of my heart. What an honor, what a privilege to be walking you through the Ghostface Killah Lost Tapes. Michael Rapaport. Sincerely, sincerely this was— this was— this— yo, yo Deini this is my motherfucking privilege dude. This is my motherfucking honor dude. Asked me "Yo, would I be a part," I say where and when. There's no questions asked. To be a part of the Ghostface Killah shit, to be a part of some Ghostface Killah shit, to be a part of the Ghost— the Ghost Lost Tapes. Where and when? Sign me up, I'm ready to go. I'm out. Deini The MaskHead on straight, mask on crooked Exit stage left with the cash, gone took it Off like a koufi, the fit was a bit doofy He tried to get screwy, with that "two for you One, two for me, G," cut the cranky attitude Wet him like a handkerchief on a stanky fatter dude Whether you's a rapper or dang sanger Once you in the zone only one way out, like a gang banger With a new crew keychain and street name What set do he claim for fame, peep game Just to keep feta and stay dip You need it like a letter or better a getaway whip This old things rusted, encrusted as the gold rings the old kings busted Plan to end global starvation and fat her Now what in tarnation did I go and do that fer? Stuff happens, like gettin' snuffed for tough tit rappin' See, I told 'em enough, quit yer yappin' The same applied to any and all chumps The only question he had for y'all is how many lumps? Three or four? either or? mon cheri amour See, why you need your heater for? The super villain slid in your party for free Warn a emcee, get outta here kid, you bother me! The day I took my mask off my face was missin' for two days For the record, G, came back a year later, whole new identity Tony Starks pedigree, my money green like my nickname was celery Who is Ghost who flashes toast, never wore sheets but bulletproof coats Oh no! the fans cry for the mask back on Told 'em "Ghost is dead, he'll return at the crack of dawn" Few years from now, him and his pals before the Jetson-era arrived He'll be back summertime, 2000 and 5, with a half a face iron The other half water look like alien science In the summertime, you can see the face boil But the other side I keep blue with the Penzoil Mad loyal, when the wintertime come, (what?) I get stuck 'cause my brain all numb Like I ate a thousand icee's and frozen Pepsi's Aquaman's pops can't water-check me, disrespect me, indirectly I seen his feet and they both lefty, he's steppin' half correctly As I stroll the globe and terrorize the planet With a Bill Clinton mask and them Playskool hammers Me and DOOM, always be the best on the landin' Superhero's for life, until our souls vanish Milk Crates"I've got the feeling.. I hear the sound" [Ghostface Killah] Eh yo, I'm here to toast an MC like my name was Grand Puba Run up in the large house and - throw out the Ruger Some say I'm good - others pray - the want me to fall Battle me - come one, come all - I leave ya jaw hangin' New York City Slinger - Stark Nitty I'm straight like a flat chester with some low titties Plus my chain hangin' down to my dick CB hits - grand on the hits - Star Trek VI Black flicks - come on.. We fuck prostitutes - tie 'em to the bed Throw 'em in the lasso - givin' me backstage hed Picture me in Isreal sandles - Gucci open-toe Book of Life - two on Camay - no H2O Bandit - I'm like Moses - split the sea Y'all split jeans - my last tape was the illy poster Move crowds like the March of Dimes - fuck this rhyme.. *musical breakdown* "Up next.." [Ghostface Killah] Walter in Dr. Jay's - rock the Jay's Spot niggas with K's - son they feelin' your ways It's like mayonaisse - old people love you - corns on their feet Fifteen, twenty deep - you walked in, cross street Walk under red light - sound went through Crown Heights Even had 'em on bikes - they was startin' fights New Years had 'em all drunk - lazy eye Milton Found a bump - tried to buck and Scotty snatched Janet's wig off that night Shit got hectic - barber Jim fuckin' old man Chef But God shit's real as a fuck Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs Skeeter with no teeth - night train lips Beefin' with police - Grade-A inch knees Duke blew a bag with him - he got butt-naked in the 'villes Plus he fucked a whitey in the hill.. Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs Ghost & Giancana[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yea, yea It's like rap pa', huh? What? Y'all bitch-ass niggas, what? What? Leave a mark on your face, duke Word, uh-huh, you fake fucks Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo.. [Ghostface Killah] I bathe in a tub of guns, dry off with the clips Now I'm automatic Jack, that's what I've become Gangsta lean leanin, peach cobbler pockets fit the graham cracker Outfit you still Dream of Jeanie in Kings, stay 'greein, nightly prince Of Egypt Plenty of days I read up, skiied up, whips all beat up 7:30, the sky is fallin, the most of this dyed with dirty urines It's the dark-skinned Kris Kringle Crisp bangle material, boggle minds how I popped up in your cereal Rocks the eagle beat with the rocks pushed in Pediatric wildin, grippin the floors like cushion Samuel Jackson, Action Jackson, Mike Jackson, Staten Dusthead niggas that'll have you laugh, you call Quicker, and we brawl in big arenas, G&C Catch me in the spot with a guillotine [Hook 2X: Ghostface Killah] In the back of the church, my book be the Book of Life Donated nothin, hit the preacher wife This go to all real niggas that be shootin dice Stashin ya cracks and maggots stick to me in life [Kool G. Rap] Eh-yo we pot of soil, shot our nines of chrome Just watch how many minds get blown When I cock mines behind your dome They gon' find your bones With your top popped behind your home Havin a stumb' runnin to find ya phone B.G.F. and when we the kind to roam Roll through ya hood and we shine the stones Blind every dime in the zone Shit on every line in the poem And drop a jewel like a diamond in Rol' B.G.F. war ones, let the fours dump in the forefront with your horse ones Your body found inside of a Ford trunk, smellin like four skunks Blast up and cut into four chunks Shot down and not found for four months Who playin outfield without a chest shield? Wanna move? Choose ya weapon of steel Nigga we 'bout reppin for real Only take a second to peel Should've known there was a Tec in the deal, nigga Clientele Kidd (Remix)[Intro: Raekwon] Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah Word up, blip blip blap blap blap What up? [Hook x2: Polite] Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go [Raekwon] Aiyo Clientele Kidd Layin in the crib gettin' ill money, those who hate ours get hit Got rugby's on and 4/5ths Attractin' them niggas I go against, the money was his One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons'll watch Then four minutes later they burgulars I heard from the grapevine mine made it Elevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game went up And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics Go against it and it's instant vendettas He run things, gun down Kings, check the joint the kid flyin' in Crib in Africa with two lions Somethin' like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions Came back wrapped it up, too sweet The game is missin' somethin' unique I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep [Hook x2: Polite] CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin' CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' [Fat Joe] Yeah uh Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti Just waitin' for Rae to give me the cue and You see about 100 Puerto Rican niggas shootin' Get down, lay down, we don't play around I don't know what you heard but, we don't play around It's cooked coke, but look, but what the fuck happened? How you leave the dope game to persue rappin'? Already knowin' that ya shit was trash Breathin' hard on the mic when yo' click is ass All we tryin' to do is bring dignity to rap And you kiddin' me? I'm literally the epitome of that Uh, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the Squad My niggas set it when we get in the yard Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock Straight punch in ya lung and you niggas gon' drop What? [Hook x2] [Ghostface Killah] Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah) Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the Ac' up Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah) And he pleadin' for mercy, bleedin' from his dome and he thirsty The first week we made him eat shit! Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch Made him watch me on the couch havin' fun with his kids So what hurts more: is it me showin' love to ya fam? Or you in the box laid under the floor? Or keep you alive blow torchin' ya balls? My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface walls Not even Ajax can clean that, Jack We need that maintenace man shit that kill that greasy blood on contact Finish you off cuz I'm pressed for time Your man and 'em will be next to die Mothafucka! [Hook x2] [Hook x4] In the Parks"Let's dance!" [Ghostface Killah] Walked up Dr. Jay's, five niggas with K's Son, they feelin' ya waves, it's like mayonaisse Old people love you, corns on they feet Fifteen, twenty deep, you walked in, cross streets Walk 'em through red lights, Shaolin through Crown Heights Even had 'em on bikes, they was starting fights New Year's had 'em all drunk, lazy eye Milton Found a pump, tired of busting 'em Scotty snatched Janet's wig off, that night, shit got hectic Barbara Jean fuckin' old man Shet Good God, shit's real as a fuck, throw a buck On Chuckle-Up, Thunderbird in cuffs Skeeter with no teeth, night train lips Beefin' with police, Grady hit knees Dude blew a bag with him, he got butt naked in the 'villes Plus he fucked a whitey in the hill Throw a buck on, Chuckle-Up, Thunderbird in cuffs My Guitar[Intro: Ghostface Killah *talking to himself*] Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man Yo these niggas over here frontin' on me and shit Talkin' bout I was sayin' this and that in the '30's Niggas gettin' whole shit twisted, like...) Where them niggas at? Them niggas though be and stay on the block, over here? (Yeah, son, them niggas... I don't know man...) Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Yo... (yo, who that?) Yo, it's Tone! Open the f**kin' door Tell that nigga (bitch) -- tell that nigga Jack to come out... Where Jack at? Jack!... [Ghostface Killah] So you said what, now? You got the whole shit twisted That was the other day, pa, you just like them bitches Faggot ass niggas, stay bumpin' they gums Tell me why you were dirtyin' cops out, you never run Are you holdin' something in? That the hood don't know 'cause if you are, get to truckin', bitch, 'cause you gotta go It's not a threat, it's a promise, I tell you, don't make your mamma feel it You'll be rockin' a toe ring in the morgue, give problems to revealin' [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Ya'll niggas kill me and ya'll, ya'll know ya'll booty So please get your punk ass off the street Please, please, do it for your family Don't be stupid, don't make me use it No, lord, 'cause you can't sell here, anymore... [Ghostface Killah] Did you think I was playin'? When I told you before You can't come back here, open you up like a pap smear Actin' like you ain't got fear, nigga you get popped here! Matter fact, I'm a street doctor, take the shot here! Blaow, yo, I didn't smile, so, take off your jewelry, now then So what you leg is bleedin' here, put this in your mouth and Chew on the barrel of love, get lost in "lead-you" town You look thirsty, I should of wet you down But not now, you hear those sirens cryin' Climbin', tryin' to Save Private Ryan Bitch, nigga on the floor for lyin' and he whinin' Diming on niggas, minin' your business Perfect timin' for findin' bullshit sliders Swine and sisters, he a wack nigga The Rich[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] Yeah... mm-hmm, yea... yea... Yea... (what is it lord?) yo [Ghostface Killah] (Raekwon) {both} Shootout in Stechman's, fire in the city {a block away} (One of Rick shots hit Missy) The reason why he did it, his tank {was on E} (Crib got raided and lost) {about three} Fifty in gear (ten in silverware) another sixty {That was married to his neck, arm and ear} Just got divorced, Stephanie left him for a ball player Took the kids and moved to Georgia (Should I be as a man-thinker, for every action) There's a re-action Seeing his case, he started spazzing Gamma len in my only Clark, green and yellow God-God (Size nine Magic, show face, fucking with stars) Craig Mack blowout, braided (You got the new shit son?) Bet he find a way {to out date it} (Timberland mineral was rusted, man made corruption, taylor made producton) He had a seed in a Wally jumper, Ronny Bump nephew Butt ass, balled up in a corner in a comforter Paulette was his main wiz, she guzzled 99 bananas Squeezing niggas dicks {in front of cameras} (Light skin Lil' Kim, Chanel grim) One nigga hitting that (This the shit that rich niggas dreamt Rick brother Pazone'll be home, estimate 30 days, brolic arm) Fresh out the cage {Do the story seem intriging? When P come home Will he have all these niggas mouths bleeding?} [Chorus 2X: Raekwon] The young black, travel to mix, we open eyes on a disc Try to resist, reviving the rich Airbrush money when we walk, most highly paid Cheeba hawk Checking how he walk, tell a story lord [Raekwon] (Ghostface Killah) {both} Went down like Wednesday, Lounge gave a party at the way {Seen armor truck money, everybody pay} Niggas in the back watching, everything butter scotch Kelly ass, bet if they dead it, it's watch (Moving with the New Hampshire niggas) Ride them, catering (Sleeping with them) {sneaky ass wizzes} (Guess who appeared out the blue? Stark Drizzling) Stood Pazone, laying in the Ac' with two women, how his whip look? (The shit look dressy) Bend up vest piece (you know how his vest be) Lavender bird, two inch beak, parakeet Name Unique, who knew the 1 to the 40 in a week 12 o'clock on the diz-nock, we went to check the moon out {Vibes I'm getting, I have to clear the room out} Took his hat off, spiral (Used to be my idol) {Thirty inch telephone} (Lip to his eyeball) Playing a Bob mood, just answer out his pocket {Real heavy} (Like he bought his rings from Liberace) Had his parrot with him, Unique, you see these niggas fronting in here? (Yo P, they pussy, with one gun in here, the music stop) {Bitches drop} Shit jumped off by the bathroom {Aiyo, oh shit, that's Sasoon} (P jumped up, grabbed his ratchet, felt sorry for him First shot was ill, clapped his parrot) Blew him off son shoulder, so many feathers had the club coughing {That's when Pazone lost it!} (He wigged out, crying, spit out He's living like Dead Presidents, real life, he's letting it out) It was a shotty that murdered pop Guess who did it? {The slick young bitches on the stock} [Chorus 2X] Out Da Way[Verse 1: Shawn Wiggs & Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, the block can't knock me, cause my style's too cocky And my team be off the chain Aiyo, it's my turn, Wiggs, top of the food chain I've been starving, waiting for this money train Now I gorilla, monkey jump and spaz on beats Slang doctrine, throw some new words in the streets Roll sheets to the icky, chocolate Wonka I'm like the ice cream man, I make the block go bonkers Please, we puff little Christmas trees I keep a, chick on her knees, some custom dungarees Two-tone hungry's and a whole lotta cheese Coconut waffles, pa, I blow like the breeze And the block can't knock me, cause my style's too cocky And my team be off the chain It's Theodore, Starks Enter', make it hot in the winter And my gun gonna spark the flames, I told you to [Hook: Shawn Wiggs (Ghostface Killah)] Duck out the way (better move nigga) Before you clap or get sprayed (brrrrr-aow) Duck out the way (better move nigga) Before you clap or get sprayed (brrrrr-aow) [Verse 2: Shawn Wigs & Ghostface Killah] Ok, I see you wanna take it down to the grit Like I've been through the struggle, pa, and can't handle the shit I'm a gorilla, I beast everything in the eye Rock an eightball jacket in the middle of July Verbal slaughter, Grey Goose and Vitamin Waters Slumped in the gym, throwing the dumbells all out of order Knockin' scuffs on my Reeboks... (say what) I got that old drunken style, that spit time in detox A to Z blocks I see Oz for the weed spot Anthony Acid for the party on the roof top Custom made jewels, I got my own spot Like my chain all chunky, and my ladies so lovely V.I.P. with a bottle of Goose It's Wiganomics, no beginner, make it hot in the winter And my gun gonna speak the truth, I told ya to [Hook: Shawn Wiggs (Ghostface Killah)] Duck out the way (better move nigga) Before you clap or get sprayed (brrrrr-aow) Duck out the way (better move nigga) Before you clap or get sprayed (brrrrr-aow) [Verse 3: Shawn Wigs & Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, the block can't knock me, cause they love when I'm cocky Rock a mink with some Phat Farm jeans A big dooky ass charm, hot broad on an arm Yo Wiggs show 'em how to serve them fiends I hit the block like a ton of bricks I know they look like twenties But only give me five harder knicks Dirty pillow, we bulletproof cars are armadillo Got the whole tri-state weeping like willow Get that money, I need a Hugh Hefner account And if the bunnies don't come with the crib, we gon' bounce To the hotel (motel) yacht by the bay I got the big bottle of Mandarin Goose, who got the OJ? Ghostface On Big Pun (Spoken Word)[GFK] I never heard a Puerto Rican flow like that, Pun had flow Toney Sigel (The Barrel Brothers)[Ghostface Killah] Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August My shit is fresh cuz I catch the hottest My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin' You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th And we ball from plentys of parties cuz we start shit Parole holes, six months in the box My little sister got her head shaved off She made it home for shop We sellin' Carters, Pampers, Similac formula Anything ya take cuz the paper keep callin ya Gangsters keep ballin fosho, we want more We make it rain from the tech and the wop The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us To slow us up, they hit us with dusk Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs 300 pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up They say that my projects should undergo therapy We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B [Chorus] Guns imported from Dubra Wheel jazz and shit bags Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels Renaissance I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies Cop killers with a box of dummies Dummies stuck to the project floors Niggas is suited up and be ready for war [Beanie Sigel] It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase My knife work like the guillotine sword Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, something Empty out the whole clip and reload Shot gun barrel leave you smokin like a broke stove Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime Just imagine what I do for a quarter Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar Pop a nigga right in front of his mama Son a nigga right in front of his daughter And im nothin like a father Couldn't come from these nuts I got To see Baltimore suck this cock I know most of y'all wouldn't understand Get it, understand Yeah some niggas will and some niggas won't Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't You's a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga I'm a straight up take it type a nigga Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim So I ain't feelin Bush overseas I think with the wisdom of Malcom, got the soul of a panther So by any means is the anthem You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer I can't stop won't stop This how we do it from Philly to Chi... Saturday Nite - EditYo Saturday night, Uptown Ridin past Kansas Fried Chicken What's poppin kid? We in the mix It's chilly 40 below Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's Blowin my hand, rub on my nose Tap the glass, stop frontin Duke, fresh pair of jeans Look I got loot, eleven in the Bass boots Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me 5 pictures One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs You asked the wrong guy son I'm from Melina, yeah we know Mr. Coles Flew in two days ago to see his fam' But we been watchin you, crazily The whole Staten Island shittin on you Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisley Hold up snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up Not trunk today, still lookin fly, still slammed up hung Your mom pop in your trunk, slow your pace Starks fixed your face, copped out the 6, five years probat' You dealin with a lot of science, motherfucker we're watchin you Make me wanna lick shots at you You disgust me, screwin me down, grab my gun Go 'head bust me, heard you hate Jake that's what it must be Hands behind your back, spread your legs Just found a roach in your tray It's not mine fucker, what I said You met the 13th nigga A multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yo Where in the Hell's the RZA? He's sellin mics, wildest joints Special made to go up in your hand and which went out on point Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin out On how po' live, hatin plus harassin the kid Park the truck in the double face garage Dial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the God shit's mega Reel flashin me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City News NAACP committees. {*abruptly ends*} Charlie Brown (Remix)[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, hand me my surfboard, I'mma surf on these niggas real quick You know what I mean, show these niggas out See whose real and see whose fake YouknowhatImean, it just seem like you niggas float on water Check this style out... I've never used this shit before (yo, yo) [Verse 1] I got them Beefsteak Charlie's on, size 12, medium Shy top wallies on, straight from England I got taps on mines, ya'lls is leanin' Fuck ya star pussies for real, ya'll just dreamin' Wake up, mothafuckas, shape up, feel the pain What up, stand the fuck up, pull ya cup out for change Now who wanna step through my backyard? When this go double platinum I'mma flash hard, like Oh boy, Toney the Don, know With so much paper, call me Enron, so My peeps blow, check my peacoat She holds, throw it back, nigga I keep those Just in case ya'll wanna see a freakshow Barnum & Bailey's, night of the deepthroats Dirty mouth niggas, may ya'll eat soap Shoot one of ya'll, touch my cheese toast [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah] Hey hey, what you say? This is real Hip Hop on the line today It's worth more than any label, on what they pay I'm here to save Hip Hop, 'cause it's dying away, come on [Verse 2] Fiber optic, microscopic Bulletproof. Yo, I'm glad you copped it Sony stop it, Def Jam gon' do the opposite Hov' gon' keep on top of it I'm real positive, my prerogative Socrates, mockeries, Betty Croker kids Go broke, I'mma fucking rob ya crib And I'mma kill him if I get on top of him With crazy hammers, nothing but grown man taste With bandanas, right in front of cameras Parents, planning, feel the cannon Tanning, yogurt niggas, like Dannon Stretch, yes, I go to war with a banged up vest Teflon, that was made by Guess Even my girl got a bulletproof dress J.Lo shit to runway, laid Prego crisp Diego, Killah wave-oh, Play-Doh fifth They ain't no, nigga like Ghost, play those chips We dying from the guns shots, fatal licks From yayo bricks to Adolf spits, we paid off it The Wally Don, done ate off it Throwing stones at a glass house, front and get mashed out My gun turn heads, like bitches with they ass out [Chorus 2X] Hey hey, what you say? This is real Hip Hop on the line today It's worth more than any label, on what they pay I'm here to save Hip Hop, 'cause it's dying away, come on [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, uh-huh, nigga, ya'll like that shit huh, youknowhatImean This is real Hip Hop and shit, youknowhatImean This is a huh, I'm a true MC, ya'll niggas know how I get down Ain't none of that commercial shit, youknowhatImean I'm stuck in that, back in the days, '95 '88, '86 era, of real Hip Hop and shit You know what I mean, word up, it's the great Ghost Deini, nigga I got too many styles, I juggle this shit Ya'll little niggas out there need to take heed Bad Mouth KidGhostface: hey, yo that's soul right there don't touch that radio Kid: F**k you G: what'd u just say? Kid: shut the f**k up G: come on before i beat your little ass you little sucker Kid: get your ass of the couch G: what I tell you bout turnin that? this my couch, your mom's know you talk like that huh? Kid: you're not my daddy G: I'll knock your daddy out Kid: he would f**k you up G: punk ass daddy, you got a lotta problems, you know that little boy? Mom: Is everything OK in there? G: Yeah everything allright in here, we just chillin G: Senority Mom: ok just checkin G: back to you you little motherf**k, i should just paint your ass Kid: ....mother f**ker G: ima paint the shit out of you, ima get my son to f**k you up Kid:bitch ass nigga, eat a dick G: eat a dick huh? thats how you feel huh? yall mothef**kers dont get beat no more thats what it is. your parents dont bust yo mother f**kin ass. but lemme tell you something ima take this f**kin belt off and ima whip your motherf**kin ass myself ya little bastard Chez chez la ghost remix(feat. Madam Majestic) [Madam Majestic (Ghostface Killah)] Tommy Mattola, lives on the road He lost his lady, two months ago (For real son what?) Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't Oh wonder that love [Ghostface Killah, (U-God)] Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty Lost on the dance floor as I attack y'all Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body) And cop a couple of these (She's a hottie, hottie) [Madam Majestic] Scottfree and Chauncey, very upset They're sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches and tired of rats I know they are over [Ghostface Killah] Brooklyn jumpin' - it's girls by the thousands Heart-throb music - girls come out your blouses Shakin' ya ass - it's Cherchez Laghost She could hustle with a sick style - jump off the boat! Everybody's in the song - no bad boys Scene hot and muggy - you might end up in the wrong house You hear the feelin' - snatch that boy He a herb - catch him for a brand new toy [Madam Majestic, (Ghostface Killah), {U-God}] They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby (Get 'em girl, get 'em girl) They'll love you one second, then hate you the next Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah (So crazy, so crazy) Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah {Blow 'em down} Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (Yeah, aha, true) Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (Truly yours, peace boo) [Ghostface Killah] Catch me on the stage with about ten kicks Blister hard headed - grinnin' all day Can you say "Oww! We just got paid" Keep ya frown son if you ain't gettin' laid [Madam Majestic] Oooo, Ghostface, Ghostface Oooo, Ghostface, Ghostface [repeated to end] Amore, amore, he rhymes, he rhymes, amore Oh Tony, he rhymes, he rhymes, he rhyme Set It Off(featuring Trife) [Big Daddy Kane sample] In control and effect So what the heck, rock the discoteque [Ghostface Killah] Bring all the hammers and the buchanans My click ran in and acted as blazin' as though we still standin' Spot raid of Rich Gannon, I play the bench standin' Front of them snitch cameras, blow up your bitch Hannon Give her a quick chance to kiss glance In the mix, I saw the bitch sniffin', just dance Slept on a peel, then broke her wrist, and burnt her quick And stopped her wish, one of my wig pushed in Ghostface is local, slick murder shit with a new rhyme hustle Still bust you, f**k you, head bust you, respect my muscle Like a mean hooker, I'm not gonna tussle, I'll cut you And that goes for any nigga who think that they better than me Punch in his face, f**k him up mentally Real robe and pop my throne Pop a cop if he show signs of any kinda stop my flow This is real life lyricist, never a witness See me clappin' the tools, improve my wrist The dude is, the ruger is super steel Fall back, take a look at my face, for real My attempts to kill, sent a gate to chills When his brain hit the windshields, brake ills [Chorus: sample] Burn it it, aw, burn it And you know, got to have them set it Burn it, aw, burn it What a life, not a life, ha, ha, ha, hahahaha [Trife] Yo, get hooked like syringe with dope in it And you a dummy like crack bags with soap in it See, well I'mma got a scope with it, drama don't approach with it Blow you off the coast, now your momma got a coat with it Young nigga, smokin' marijuana with the coke in it Sellin' CD's, VCR's and the remote with it Easy, duke, man I need this loot Look at my face, all hairy like some kiwi fruit Dead serious, showin' no teeth, holdin' my heat Put his eyes in the back of his head, he goin' to sleep For f**kin' with a top boss, niggas get knocked off I always drop shit for the streets like a cop's horse Nigga you cock soft, scared to pop off And I spit fire, my tongue's dipped in hot sauce It'll burn you, toss and turn you Have you bleed internal, get popped like kernels [Chorus] Push[Intro: Missy Elliott] Oohhh... This that fire! Ghostface and Missy [Ghostface Killah] Somebody tell that girl that her ass too big I give it to her right and she let me live Can't eat that, cuz there's no relationship I beat that, the next day you called in sick Frontin', not for nothin', I pop buttons Off Baby Phat, Levi's, J.Lo's, Guess and Gap Cuz it's like that, young lady, bet I make you shake Like the Puffy and Jay-Z's, Dre's and J.D.'s Come on, if not you, I'mma beat this song But if you were bout it, our business wouldn't be here this long Let me break it down for you, all I wanted to know If I could just feel it and touch it, and break it down into numbers and Come with me and just leave your friends Cuz we don't need no cock blocking Tellin' you this without no option Tell your friends "Peace, look, I'm bouncin'" [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Ghostface Killah)] Tush, tush, tush Wanna slide in the bush, bush, bush? (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) You wanna get up in my tush, tush, tush? You could slide in the bush, bush, bush (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) You wanna get up in that tush, tush, tush? Wanna slide in my bush, bush, bush (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) [Ghostface Killah] Oh yeah, you jinglin' baby (well let me jump up on that ding-a-ling baby) Ooh, gosh, you a nasty girl, sassy Picture me layin' you inside my classic pearls Toes'll curl, giddy up, you go girl I'm about to, uh, do it slow girl Ooh, you in control, it's in your world She on, I think I like ol' girl Take it out, turn around Charlie horse, shit, threw me off balance Wildin', all I wanted was to show you my talent To let you know on how I rep in Staten Island This is the reason I came to you So we can connect it then kick it was the thing to do Cuz we don't need no representation Domination, got them waitin' patient [Break: Ghostface Killah] Now this is the way ya'll suppose to To get dowwnnnnnnnn, ya'll ain't right Somebody say "Aha! Ghost is back!" [Missy Elliott] Pull back the curtain, let me work your sermon Playboy don't hurt me like a virgin You seem real determined to put a hurtin' But if you ain't slurpin', then you better off jerkin' You got a lot of nerve, to wanna serve my curves My 36D, 36 hips The way I shoot the gift, I swallow coke bottles And you would swear it was Lil' Kim lips Eh, I really like you baby Do you know how to wife this lady? Give me what I want, don't talk, don't touch Unless you got a bank account that make my face blush Now shush... in my bush And I can give you what you want, make a whoosh Just throw it, I'll show you how to push Kinky sex, tie ropes around your wrist Come on.. [Chorus] [Outro: Missy Elliott] Come on... hah... oh.. Come on... hah... oh... aha-ha Oh... aha-ha... whoo! Come on! Smith Brothers(feat. Trife) [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Uh huh, ready bags, ready bags This is that motherfuckin' nigga Yeah, uh, bulletproof muthafuckin' gooses outdoors For all the streets, all the dusts in the streets Crusty projects and all that, the radiators is bulletproof Yo, yo, come on, ah yo yo [Ghostface Killah] What up cousin, this is most high wizardry Gots to watch niggas, so I stay on my grizzly (uh) These young boys comin' at me (yeah) Lookin' at these faggots, like yeah, you get amped off of Pepsi Damn, what kind of cards you delt Does your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet This is murder, you can get it, if my fam don't eat And, we slam niggas, like we Lil' Malik We want that Powerball money, Easter bunnies, Wool-light money Hey dunny, we rock a half of mill and look bummy And bounce to the projects, pop Becks, cop Tec's Top wrecks, execs got next, what the heck Arm fed, you'se dead, that's said, no more wet The cameras is rollin', bitch, quiet on the set [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] You can never front on, jump or you get lumped on Burners in your face, don't you get nervous on me We got so many gats, and them big Mac's Somebody get the boy, I get the wilin' on black Tell 'em, we will, we will, rock you, pop you We will, we still, got you, got you [Trife] Aiyo aiyo, it ain't a game This kid is serious about his change Ya'll a bunch of wacko jacko's, amped off your names Call me Sugar Ray, the way I dance on you lames My right hand'll sting you and ding you, leave stamps on your brain I got, out of state of niggas that'll kill for beers Cut you, easy to pop like balloons filled with air I dare ya'll faggot asses, punch niggas with glasses Back in my third grade classes, squeezin' asses My niggas is never over, understand I'm a 2Pac, this is the realest shit I ever wrote But it's soft, lead the coke, matchin' my kicks So make sure, you get my sneakers when you snappin' that flick And I advise you to carry that Bible for survival Surprise you, return like Jesus, without the costume Come on young'n, you dumbin' I've been doin' this shit since King Culing, cookin' grams in the oven [Chorus] InterludeYo.. one-two.. Yo; aiyyo he said I had fly ankles Plus my bangles was star-studded out, Ice cut it out! Everytime we attend somewhere, you act real terribly You shit on niggas too much you start to worry me You switch up, last week you burned a old lady's retina I thought them thick Coke bottle jammies might protect her But it didn't Pah, the lady's blind and it's all your fault It went down to jury court and you walked On stage you fuck with nigga's faces, glaciers Hittin off with Cristal bottles, bing wind up in the basement Very expensive championship Chip Rocks known for his wedding day, bitches give you props Look you tied a knot, understand you hot; you got my man popped In the most famous era, like when "Play the Fool" dropped Waves and blue tops, raise the roof off the group Them days, the black and red MJ's, I was loose! “Untitled” (From VerzuzTV)Wiping off my diamonds in the seventh inning of the stretch Please help edit this if you found more of the lyrics or have more info about the song The rise of the ghostface killah (feat. masta killa & killa sin)Young aggressor born into the life of crime I would walk down the street strapped with two 9s Bitch smackin' jackin' niggas, g-dub stackin' figures Police drive buy I was click calckin' triggers Jay DeLucas put me with the fam to grow I was the boss amongst white boys, rockin' the fro I had hoes, bank rolls, and minks by the dozen My rise to power was quick they just wasn't Tried to make me a made man, they fucked up the game plan I blacked out on em and started my own clan Black gambino, black suits, black syndicate My crime fam was tight every move was intricate The coke was brought in from bagged Columbian mules Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels Street fights started, mafia wars in Italy Crime fam against fam and no one can do didely Do the dirty work Bring in the coke by the boat loads Go against the grain nigga, i feed nose hoes Follow no family rules, rules are for fools Chase the paper cause it's the cash that rules Fuck the law of the fam Mr. law of the land You don't like how i'm moving then try to force my hand I'm moving keys them DeLucas couldn't touch my pianos Putting pressure on them gambinees and varazanos They love my money they hate to see a nigga gettin' it Sellin' drugs is taboo but I ain't fuckin' sweatin' it Dirt got to get done so I took my position One day I'm black to em with a lot of ambition The next I got status dinners with all courses Flights in and out of the country they gettin' nauseous Money, power, and respect Rise of the black suits Talk shit behind my back but to my face salute Hugs and handshakes they can't stop my reign Got the coke in they collars bring the shit on the plane It's a shame they didn't have the balls to make moves They pussy couldn't walk a mile in my shoes (Hook) x2 Paycheck[Intro: girl] It's all right -- yyyyeaaaaaaaaah! [Ghostface Killah] Hold up, gots to boost those tray ups Think I'm playin' pa, reach and get glazed up Face all sprayed up, on the floors The left side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up Of course I'mma f**k with ya'll niggas, ya'll pussy (yeah) Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Toney get down Made The Post in '98, f**k an album, when I need CREAM It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their accountants When I hung around broke niggas, and broke bitches You know what that means, it equals no riches and I can't have that, I got a lot of wiz'es They spoiled, told 'em they don't have to move drizzers Whatever they see, is none of they business I do what I do, to get that spinach Whether it's kill 'em, spray 'em, play 'em, all on the streets I weigh 'em, saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Slay 'em [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah] This kid about his papers, paychecks Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front It be an honor just to lay you down [Trife Da God] The first check I ever got Son I spent it up top, blowin' a cop, cop, cop, cop, cop... I had 2 Cent, plus my car fare home It wasn't even Broadway until I got those stones I was sixteen, shit, I barely knew what a gram was Studied Scarface, so I knew what the plan was To get that CREAM, and serve them fiends Around the same time my nigga Buck converged with Beans Two way team, posted up on the benches Wit a magnet for a stash, that I kept hid under the black fences Jakes shootin' through the middle, like Kerry Kittles I was baggin' up small hittin' fiends, with very little Though they switched nickels on niggas, and pointed out bitches In the precinct got the snitchin', so they hit 'em off with something decent Avoid the sweeping, them boys is beastin' On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin' [Ghostface Killah] Faggot ass niggas, when I ride get the f**k out the way When I see jewels, all I know is take I'm like a seed at a birthday party, all I want is cake In other words, papes, sellin' herbs and tapes Movin' birds and weight, through suburban states God damn it, I told ya'll niggas This is a Theodore stickup Wake ya bitch up, watch the fifth pick up! [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, you heard what the bitch said When we wasn't makin' too much muthaf**kin' CREAM and shit We was beatin' the shit out of niggas Takin' their little Summer Youth shit Buyin' beer and weed and shit Shakin' niggas upside down on some cartoon shit Change fall all out of their pockets and shit Yellin' and tellin' the cops, f**k ya'll niggas! This is Theodore, bitch Pieces to the puzzle (feat. az)Ayo a knight locked up in the cage, I'm enraged But plenty of time to think of my position This cop is corrupt, he gotta be in the mix of shit Ayo a knight locked up in the cage, I'm enraged But plenty of time to think of my position This cop is corrupt, he gotta be in the mix of shit He set me up so this nigga be fixin' shit So I took out his competition So he's my competition, that makes my decision Easy, he gotta be the lord of the drugs And that's Bamboo's man, that's where he stands He played both sides of the fence on some real-real shit Counterfeit thug, tryna play legit Seen the bars slide open as I bought off a bail I seen Bamboo waitin' as I exit the jail She said, "Please Ton', you gots to go You can't stay around this part of town." Already know I'm blowin' bail, headin' up north, free in the country She gave me a hug and a big stack of money Sometimes you gotta figure out the pieces to the puzzle Right in front of your face, stop the hustle Take off the muzzle, let the dogs bark Clear your mind, bring the light to the dark Sometimes you gotta figure out the pieces to the puzzle Right in front of your face, stop the hustle Take off the muzzle, let the dogs bark Clear your mind, bring the light to the dark My cash missin', my lab different Where the fuck is Bamboo? She need an ass whippin' I was told Ton' was home, I'm way past fifth and Guess it's time to get in my zone, this my last mission Did what I could do with this pump and I'm like fuck it Feelin' like Hammer on crutches, he can't touch this Illustrious, multi movements I drew the blueprints but now it's time for improvements Press his peoples, left a message, nothin' peaceful Shit police do, we could never be a equal Execution, I get it in, retribution Best solution, get up close when you're shootin' Shit for realler, I'm mad raw with a killer What's even iller, I knew the boss since Thriller 'Til we're even, I guess it's gon' be grievin' A lot can change in 36 seasons Sometimes you gotta figure out the pieces to the puzzle Right in front of your face, stop the hustle Take off the muzzle, let the dogs bark Clear your mind, bring the light to the dark Sometimes you gotta figure out the pieces to the puzzle Right in front of your face, stop the hustle Take off the muzzle, let the dogs bark Clear your mind, bring the light to the dark Paychecks(featuring Trife) "It's alright ----- yyyyeaaaaaaaaah!" - sample [Ghostface Killah] Hold up, got's to boost those tray ups Think I'm playin' pa, reach and get glazed up Face all sprayed up, on the floor Left side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up Of course I'mma fuck with y'all niggas, y'all pussy Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Tony get down Made the potion '98, fuck an album, when I need cream It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their accountants When I hung around broke niggas and broke bitches You know what that means, it equals no riches and I can't have that, I got a lot of wizards They spoiled, told 'em they have to move drizzers Whatever they say, is none of their business I do what I do, to get that spinach Whether it's kill 'em, spray 'em, play 'em all on the streets I wouldn't saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Slay 'em [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah] This kid about his papers, paychecks Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front It be an honor just to lay you down [Trife] Aiyo, aiyo The first check I ever got Son I spent it up top, blowin' a cop --- I had 2 Cent, plus my car fare home It wasn't even Broadway until I got those stones I was sixteen, shit, I barely knew what a gram was Studied Scarface, so I knew what the plan was To get that cream, and serve them fiends Around the same time my nigga Buck converged with Beans Two way team, posted up on the benches Wit a maggot for a stash that I kept hid under the black fences Jakes shootin' through the middle, like Kerry Kittles I was baggin' up small hittin' fiends, with very little Though they switched nickels on niggas, and pointed out bitches In the precinct got the stichin', so they hit 'em off with something decent Avoid the sweeping, them boys is beastin' On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin' [Ghostface Killah] Faggot ass niggas, when I ride get the fuck out the way When I see jewels, all I know is take I'm like a seed at a birthday party, all I want is cake In other words, papes, sellin' herbs and tapes Movin' birds and weight, through suburban states God damn it, I told y'all niggas This is a Theodore stickup Wake ya bitch up, watch the fifth pick up! [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, you heard what the bitch said When we wasn't makin' too much muthafuckin' cream and shit We was beatin' the shit outta niggas Takin' their little Summer Youth shit Buyin' beer and weed and shit Shakin' niggas upside down on some cartoon shit Change fall all out of their pockets and shit Yellin' and tellin' the cops, fuck y'all niggas! This is Theodore! Bitch! Love Session (13th Chamber Remix)[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Just like a fresh pair of Royals on the first day of school It was love, even from the jump I spoiled you Before the fame camera cars and the glitter Though my occupation is tasty for God's sake it came with the bitches But that's on another note (uh-huh) let me explain here Right now sugar on how I feel for you Like when we UHH yo I get these crazy chills from you And when we done, yo I know the perfect meal for you The mashed joints, big onions on sauteed fish Little Royal, candle and one big kiss You my pumpkin and my 'nilla custard; you cussed me out When you found condoms layin in my pocket I was busted I gets right witchu (uh) form a life with you (yeah) The type after sex get a warm rag and then wipe you Hyped up love light it up, might bite you at the altar I'm bitin off you, I'm wearin white too [Ruff Endz] Ain't it funny how tables turn, chase you all around Change your life baby, cause I love you baby [Hook: Ruff Endz] (+ ad libs) Stuck with me through the thick and thin Through the pain and strife.. the love of my life Said that it will ne-ver last But I'm here by your side.. the love of my life [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] And I'm here.. that's my word Only fight you when we makin love, that's what I call it Burnin the chronic we laughin while I'm shittin on the toilet Camcord it, happy times record it; the time you asked me For them blue Nike's - I was like, "Boo I can't afford it" I was fucked up, plus I was stuck, Starks the King Hit the block and still scraped up, eighty beans How you like them apples? My technique is Taye Diggs Your attitude is right that's why I made you my Wiz The only girl that can make my shit jump, with the slightest touch You at the stove while I'm grabbin my stuff God forbid somethin happen to us Let's remain and friends and discuss our troubles and might try again Word to my Iron pen, it's not good to hold the cryin in I feel the same way your heart's trapped in the lion's den Iron Man, I am him It's the beauty in our souls through Allah where the love lies within [Ruff Endz: repeat 2X] Can't believe you found love in me, through everything Held me down like my boys in the streets, here's the ring Whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? [Hook] [Ruff Endz] Every part of me, every thing I've done Is still there, still there, still care, ohhh Always been there baby I don't wanna, and I don't wanna cry no more baby And I love, and I love and I love you girl [Hook] (+ ad libs) Alex (Stolen Script) [Clean]Yeah, that's right Hardy Boys **** ***** Smoke a Winston to this **** Word up 'bout to ****** throw ya head up Yeah Yo, yo he got his stones from Greece In his mouth he had like thirty plus karats Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classic Told ****** if he dies he want a glass casket Parents died when he was five years old Made his way inside the US with Columbian Gold A fake name and a passport Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skin ****** will body over her like **** it With a scar by her left eye Her brother Alex was extremely close, he sold coats and minks Had trays put in toilets and sinks Loved to roller skate, ninety nine did time up in Rahway Came home blown, the thorough kings and soldiers Never gave a **** about that MC beef in Queens Alex, he was a rich ***** He had close to ten bodies under his belt His man did the last one and got murdered himself Took him a while to get his head together Alex one day out in L.A., made a call in New York Told his man God it's goin' down, fly the whole team in for support Remember that Ray **** that Jamie Foxx played? That was my **** I never got paid, they got rich off a stolen script In ninety eight I seen Charles on the Cali strip Showed him the copyrights, his life in the real flick In Braille, he read it in no time Hit me with his math, said ‽I'll give you some more lines” Real talk, stand up dude Said, ‽How you like Jamie Foxx to replay you?” He said, ‽Yeah that's cool” But under one circumstance, you think he can bow my walk Flip my talk and my hands? I said, ”Sure why not?”, he can imitate anything Trust me this young boy hot Shook his hand then I bounced in the limo Grabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then rolled down the window Contacted Stony Brook and Roberts Told them we got it in ten [Incomprehensible], yo Ray Ray signed it Now we can move on and shoot this live **** With mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we shop it Or Mandalay and New Line cop it I go and get ten mil' and blow it on the independent market But anyway down in PF Chains, I had a meeting with this rich investor Said they'll throw twenty million on the kid's film Only if he chose the cast He was drunk, he was talkin' real fast So I test his mouth, laid back then I put him on blast Where exactly we gon' get this cash? I gotta ill Gotti Gigante connect Wise guys that kill Bulotti, catching bodies, earnin' respect The waiter came in a dropped off the shrimp fried rice he ordered I said, ‽Thanks” as he poured my water Then out came the veggie rolls, sesame chicken and mint tea Rice wine had me wanting to pee Said, ‽Excuse me I'll be right back, pardon me” Grabbed his glass and he nodded to me Skated off to take a piss, the **** felt like a *** Got back the dude vanished, briefcase, script, and all Ask the waiter where he go, the mother****** spoke Spanish Rise of the Ghostface Killah (Cuts by DJ Mekalek)The DeLuca's pressed Tony's remains Into 12 vinyl records One for each member of the family But little did they know He would return... Medusa stare, my guns bust in silence I'm a black vigilante killer, pro violence It's the rebirth, born again Rise through the vinyl spin They took out Starks but the light shines within It's the almighty rise of the murderous Ghostface Bodies dropped in Owls, left a cold case Colombian neckties from a black Gambino Bodies get dumped in the black El Camino It's Reno, gangster wars, money, power, respect Revenge is felt like the heat from a tec Tommy guns are irrelevant, I'm bulletproof now I could fly through the air and duck your chick-a-pow Black superhero, crime boss arch nemesis Good vs. Evil since the first book of Genesis Battle to the end that's the way of the thriller And Starks is reborn as the Ghostface KILLAH No one could get iller Murders, bodies chopped into ziplocks Kill or be killed on these cobblestone street blocks Crime boss, I call warn the DeLucas Watch my eyes turn red, I got a squad full of shooters Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill When the gas start to hum I put the spark to your grill Late night, stuck in the limo Hogtie the capo all up Beheaded the driver Left the bitch in the back with no tongue as the survivor Raw dog, spit in her mouth, disappear in a swarm of killer bees Cripple 'em from they knees, take they legs out (Nigga you know the steez!) I'm a nighthawk, eagle eye, power of mind control Faster than the speed of light, you catch a big hole Ruthless, six bodies hung in the meat room The butcher shop, I call it the body shop Start from the bottom, killin' all the way to the top Carve my name in your skin, pull a stocking mask over your face for recognition No time for remission, attack till there's no one left in the position The return of the worst case scenario, uh Ghostface attacks on land and now aerial Sucks for themI'm sorry, this song does not exist ANY WAYThey think they play me, they playing themselves Giving them hell like I’m back from the dead She give me brain like she back from the dead Come get your girl man she stuck in my bed You can finesse or you can be finessed Get off them pills and start taking your meds You loosing your mind Squealing and snitching you loosing your spine Sleeping and snoring you loosing your grind Talking to you man I’m wasting my time So let me recoup If I must die bury me in a coupe Fuck all the leaders I’m planning a coup I got the juice got the soup got the ooo I got the juice got the sauce got the proof I laugh you goofs I look at your goons I laugh at your goons Oh wait You never know? African leaders corrupt and they slow Shine like some diamonds Hey woah Diamonds lockdown in Sierra Leone Pull up and woah Hey Yeah Maybe I will Maybe I won’t Sometimes I want Sometimes I don’t Yeah I’m back at it Get back to my flows Like a drug addict Throw the bones to the dogs And they jump at it Got a Maserati coupe? Best be whipping it Talking bout a new coupe Man you ain’t got it And I be on my own Avoid see finish And my flow infectious E pass syphilis And I’m coming hot hot You can’t deal with this And when I come with the flame You gats feel the heat When the jam play finish You gats hit repeat You gotta go a lil slow To cum fast with me Say you the king of the game I can’t bend a knee Trynna find the main source of my symphony And when I speak man You know I speak with empathy Tell all these niggas they can’t play with me Tell these lil niggas they can’t play with me Cause I keep it one hundred Like a century Yeah Cause I keep it one hundred Like a century Tell me what's the way? She say she gon love me anyway Wake up in the morning Then I pray Switch it with my niggas Then we slay Switch it with my niggas Then we slay She said she gon love me anyway Wake up in the morning Then I pray Switch it with my niggas Then we slay Switch it with my niggas Then we slay Ice Cream[Produced by RZA] [Intro: Method Man] Ma, throw down some money The ice cream man is coming [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, honey dip, summertime fine, Jheri dripping Seen you on Pitkins with a bunch of chickens how you're cliquing I kept shooting strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smelling like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a freshwater scrod, or may I not be God? Attitude is very rude, boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule They call me Starky Love, hon, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans Black Mrs. America, your name is Erica, right, true Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smelling like cinnamon Excuse me, hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again Goddamn, backyard's banging like a Benzi If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spuds McKenzie I'm high-powered, put Adina Howard to sleep Yo, pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week But, uh, back to you, Maybelline queen, let's make a team You can have anything in this world except cream So what you wanna do? What you wanna do? Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, who tears it up [Verse 2: Raekwon] Shaolin's finest, what up, boo? Peace, your highness Yo, I'm lounging big dick style, y'all niggas is the flyest Moves you're making, too fly, jewels are shaking Not a rape patient, you're looking good, fly-colored Asian Ghettoes, them is your hometown We can go the whole round After that, I'm shooting downtown I'm rocking hats and your wig is all intact Who's that queen bee chick, eyes pearly black? Freaks be moving in fly sneaks Two-finger rings and gold teeth and ain't afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square, dear You better have cream to share, Ricans, ven aqui, yeah [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched Scooped in my ice cream truck, who tears it up [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Black chocolate girl wonder, shake ground like thunder Politic to your deficit step, give me your number Your sexy persuasive tatas and thighs Catch my eyes like pies, I want your bodily surprise Double down some time Ice cream, you got me falling out like a cripple I love you like I love my dick size Ooh, baby, I miss you, your sweet tender touches Take pulls off the Dutches Orgasm in my mind-state, masturbate in your clutches I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me? Only a hard dozen wanna be calling me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby, shopping spree you're loving Call me if you wanna get dug like the pockets I jizz 'em like a giant, break wombs out of the sockets [Pre-Chorus: Method Man] Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggas, what? It's the afterparty and bitches wantna fuck [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched Scooped in the ice cream truck, who tears it up Ice cold bitches melt down when in my clutch And want they titties sucked, ice cream, yeah Your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched Scooped in the ice cream truck, who tears it up Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch They want they titties sucked, ice cream [Outro: Method Man] One love to my chocolate deluxes Keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter pecan Ricans for calling me papi That's for real One love to caramel sundaes with the cherries on top, yeah And big up to my French vanillas Parlez-vous français? Mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff Verbal Intercourse[Produced by RZA] [Intro: Raekwon, Nas & Ghostface Killah] No tricks, no tricks, baby Yeah, ayy, yo, Rae, check me out, y'all It's the science (Fly wonderful, yeah, y'all) Tony Starks and, umm, Lex Diamonds (Tony Starks) My nigga Nas Word up Stay wise All types of shit, yo, son Hit these kids mad, couldn't know our story, right? Show those crabs how to rhyme (Yeah, baby) Shake a nigga with a few of them joints It's only like five percent out of a hundred Do it to 'em, baby [Verse 1: Nas] Through the lights, cameras, and action, glamor, glitters, and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast To conquer peace, leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat nonchalantly I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me, while Funny style niggas roll in the pile Rooster-heads profile on the bus to Rikers Isle Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life Props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life rapidly, that's the ritual [Verse 2: Raekwon] Perhaps bullets bust, niggas discuss mad money True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking plates In the building, niggas building, like little children, staring Them older niggas ain't caring Sirens circling, fiends are lurking in your baggage Oh, one's gone now, what? Smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork Crack sales bubble like Woolworths in the projects Richest niggas rocking all the real worth Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in Trading in they Lexuses, GSs, sending messages Two and two makes four, Cristals crazily pour Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] With the green leathers, hundred-pound snakes and cakes Fiends found in lakes, jealously jakes we shake What I strive for is what I live for Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold Future stacks, so I hold Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac Got two spots on New Lots flooded with rocks Shootouts making me hot, crooked cops, bag Tony and the ball drop In denial, I'm banging niggas for slot time Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line And what the fuck is you looking at? By the way young blood hit me off with that Green Bay hat Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through Like doors, yo, you're staring in the mess hall Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt Looking gay in the yard and you got hurt Flashbacks of the day room, mop wringer style Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial You told your boo you was wildin' Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got juxed" Sharpened toothbrushes, one-ninety mixed with baby oil and shit Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top Me, Nas, and Rae got the best product on the block [Outro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Cream, my whole team is eatin' off of this good shit (Word up, throw your hands up) Good shit, nigga, next time, no more reload shit (Cock back the MAC if, say whatever your Hawaiian style) Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket (Exoticness, fly shit) RZA, Ghost, and Chef, and Nas, niggas in the profit (Floatin' on a nine-five in the wind) Guillotine (Swordz)[Intro: Inspectah Deck & Ghostface Killah] Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin The special technique of shadowboxing (Check it out) Poisonous (Word, word, word), slap (Poisonous) Y'all should slap these⁠— all y'all niggas for comin' in my fuckin' face with that shit (Shh, shh, alright, cool) Yo, man, go ahead Poisonous [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Poisonous paragraphs smash your phonograph in half It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath First class, leavin' mics with a cast Causin' ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulter Rhymes runnin' wild like a child in a walker I scored from the inner slums abroad And my thoughts are razor sharp, I slice the mic from the cord First to criticize, but now they have become Mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise Now I testify, the best is I Rebel INS, Your Highness, blessed to electrify With voltage of a eel, truth that I reveal Will crush the amateurs who scream they keep it real Caesar black down, hoodied up in fatigues Part time minor leagues receive third degrees Attack like a wolf pack once I pull back The God-U and bust through like a fullback [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends Let my peeps in, niggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins With a dosage, you overdosed in rap High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers Record-breakin' the album Thriller Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare When I fuck, I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin' If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin' Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin' Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha [Interlude: Dialogue sample] Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me? I've learned so many styles, forgive me [Verse 3: Raekwon] Sit back, relax, fake niggas don't get turns Watch me massage your brain with slang that's king Projects filled with young men cause threats Who has that? Thousand dollar chains and TECs Focus, the brokest niggas of life shit These mics is like cocaine, son, check the suicidal hype shit Exchange mad blunts, tapes for sweepstakes Keepin' up on fakes, outta state for cakes, no doubt Plus nobody amount, we makin' dough off Puttin' fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that Pull ya shoes up, black, matter of fact, just adapt Tie up your black Nikes and tight hats Corners stay surrounded with foreigners, what up, dread? Feds caught your bredren for his bread, but regardless Peace to jail niggas with charges Unify layin' in the yard with La My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta with stanima Slingers and gamblers and gram handlers Tical, light the Owl cigar, let's get steamed Infrared guard your beam, so seek 'nuff respect Rude bwoy, you bet, keep it movin', Mashallah Pro black like tar, designin' the fly shit and stay shinin' The RZA pour more beats than Cristal's fine wine Concrete raps, go to bat With 50 other niggas on the other side of the map 'Til it's all good and all done, what we want, son Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin' out Macs for fun [Verse 4: GZA] The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone Verbally, I catch bodies with cordless shotties Intriguin' MCs, I keep 'em trained like potties I bomb facts, my sword is an ax to split backs Visible, like dope fiend tracks Sky's the limit, niggas are timid And nobody knows how we move like wolves in sheep clothes Producin' data, microchips of software Underground and off-air, the land of the lost Notorious henchman from the North Strikin' niggas where the Mason-Dixon line cross Incarcerated Scarfaces[Skit] He looks determined without being ruthless Something heroic in his manner There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm Acts like he has a dream Full of passion You don't trust me, huh? Well, you know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway [Intro] Knock niggas out the box all the time Niggas know my motherfuckin' repertoire, big ones (Uh-huh) (Yeah, motherfucker, straight up) (I'll fuck your whole team up) Take care of B.I., Chef (Yeah, bust it, yo, yo) Fly G.I. niggas [Chorus] Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces [Verse 1] Thug-related style attract millions, fans They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be fronting, hourglass-heads niggas be wanting Shutting down your slot, time for pumping Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump? Dough be flowing by the hours, Wu, we got the collars Scholars, word life, peace to Power and my whole unit Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut [Chorus] Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces [Verse 2] Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go 'head and rhyme to it, bitch nigga, mics is getting fired More fiends, chicks be burning like chlorine Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene But hold up, Moët be tasting like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up You never had no wins, sliding in these dens With Timbs, with MAC-10's and broke friends You got guns? Got guns too, what up, son? Do you wanna battle for cash and see who sons who? I'll probably wax tracks, smack rap niggas, you, facts Niggas' lyrics are wack, nigga Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank busting Scud missiles You rolling like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at, Caesar's Palace eating salads We beating mics sending keys to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimum wage But soon to get a article in Rap Page But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac' Bank account fat, it's going down like that And pardon the French, but let me speak Italian Black stallions wildling on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan [Chorus] Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces [Verse 3] I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza Catching asthma, Rae is sticking gun-flashers Well-dressed, skating through the projects with big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs Switch like a chameleon, hit Brazilians Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the building Niggas, yo, they be folding like envelopes Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke Yo, Africans denying niggas up in yellow cabs Musty like fuck, waving they arms to Arabs Sit back, cooling like Kahlúas on rocks On the crack spots, rubber band wrap all my knots View bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds Pussy's hurting, they did it for a yard for the feds Word up, cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it [Chorus] Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces [Outro] Yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto Get lifted in the staircases Peace, incarcerated scarfaces Time is runnin' out Politic, ditto Incarcerated scarfaces Criminology[Intro: Sample + Raekwon] I told you a long time ago, you fucking little monkey, not to fuck me Ayy, ayy, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? You wanna fuck with— Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy? D'you wanna go to war? D'you wanna go to war? We'll take you to war, okay? (Coming up on half a mil, we build) For real, y'all Takin' you on another one, son Uh, Julio Iglesias Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, (Blaow) first of all, son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit It's manifested, the gods work like appliances Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow) No question, I send your ass back right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'? While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules) Everything around me, black, as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like god degree Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback, chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son) [Verse 2: Raekwon] AK's black, bust back like seventy MACs I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see Marvelous menace for society But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lye and shit And then you know I'm runnin' through the penal Foul, fall through, child was wild The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what? One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid Too much to get, for what, 'cause six niggas got stuck And the nigga chain was truck? Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay Jet-black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah) [Outro: Raekwon] Much love go to New York City All my Tommy Hil', ice-rockin' niggas Wu-Gambinos[Intro] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wing's the name He works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One-point-five million All right, you get what you want, money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And they're explosive-head bullets, your favorite Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo, that's made of glass, man Get your big Avias off my mom's table, man I felt someone walk over my grave You want to change your mind? Niggas is greedy, man, damn Big ass shits Yo, man, you ain't smokin' no more weed in here, man Chill, man Bobby Steels (Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that) 'Sup, kid? Yo Let's cut the pie five ways Mmm We came off with two mil', kid, fast (Noodles, Rollie Fingers) No doubt, comin' through La Cosa Nostra Johnny Blaze, Lou Diamonds (Represent for my peoples) Tony Starks Universal frontier Original bloodclat bad boys (Check it out) [Chorus: Method Man] Who come to get you, none, they want guns I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it [Verse 1: Method Man] Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty Like my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that ho pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leaking out your faucets, hmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds There's a new sheriff in town holding it down It's the two holster, six-shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath I'm still paying dues and the last one is death Back to the essence with that shit you stressing This rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle, bless my style, criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze [Verse 2: Raekwon] This goes for niggas who know Wu will grow like yayo, lay low Plus cooling in Barbados Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit Stay cool, papa, seen you with enough shit Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up Your niggas act up, what? Blow up they workers if they have to Señoritas fucking up a storm, buyin' gods margaritas Sucking his dick up in the whip long Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas Silks Wally, wear a Figaro chain, yeah Jakes beware of black rap millionaires Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year 1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah [Interlude: Method Man & RZA] Wu roll together as one (Solid gold throne is shinin') I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one (Solid gold, check it, son, yo) [Verse 3: RZA] Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver linings Double-breasted, bulletproof vested, well protected The heart, the rib cage, the chest, and solar plexus Casting stones, cracking two hundred and six bones And watch your ass get thrown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with them poems? The overfiend, light nova beam gleam, show 'em what a soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit? Local biochemical, universal giant, the black general Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happy millennium two thousand Microchips, two shots of penicillin goes up your adrenaline Son, it's time for bouting It's a model you're resembling, the niggas who like following Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and [Verse 4: Masta Killa] God stepping forth upon holy ground of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the master For what lurks is an expert that hurts The individual who tries to visualize under 'Cause I strike like thunder Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respitorial Systems are fractured by the killer tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks, my Clan is hostile, got mad moss for blocks, so Feel the force of impact from the iron side of the gat as I attack the track From the blind side of the pack, Starks, pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfuckin' dome-piece Deceased, laid to rest [Chorus: Method Man] Who come to get you, none, they want guns I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Yo, ayy, yo, I got this under my wing, move, give me room Holding up your saloon, clean sweep like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath Soley on Wu cords y'all heard Genius on Gef So step back to the lab at high velocity My team make hand-to-hand sales, we're like a pharmacy Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo Goodfellas, we know bestsellers become novels The man rocking headbands, silk scarves, and jams Early '80s British Walkers, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that came off with eight million? Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions Them flour-heads must have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid? There's jet money, underground money Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies [Outro] Cosa, Cosa Come on Glaciers of Ice[Skit: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] Yeah, yo, son you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man Yo, check it out, yo Yo, I got a new, yoo— niggas don't even know, son Yo, check the joint, boom Yo, I got a crazy idea how to do Clarks now Check it out, boom, this is how you freak 'em, boom You go get— You go get the cream joints, right? Boom Now, now, all you— all you dye is this shit right here, boom And this, you know what I'm saying? Any color you want But it'd be like, blue and cream You know what I'm saying? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Shit like that, niggas don't even know But son, word is bond, I'ma rock niggas this summer On the real, know what I'm saying? (Yeah) Yo, son, I had crazy visions Check it out, check it out, check it out, boom Just imagine if you buy, woo— check it out Just imagine you bought navy blue, right? A navy blue— A navy blue pair, right? Boom Of this— Of this shit, know what I'm saying? But dyed, get this dyed cream on top Just imagine that color, like But you got it dripping like it's marble cake, like— [Intro: Raekwon] Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Raekwon] Stand on the block, Reebok, gun cocked Avalanche rock get paid off mass murderous services Chef break 'em, watch the alley cats bake 'em Po-nine made 'em, drop grenades and take 'em Quick-fast we reflect like the sky be blue, true Wu-Tang saga continue Rap Meyer Lansky, crash your fantasy Gettin' high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see Sit back collectin' Tecs and checks and Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin' Beats break heavily, word to INS, bless me Throw me like three bags of sess For real, from the Killah Hill, locked and caged in We're sworn representatives, we actin' like made men Strive for wives, nine lives and lies Max sellin', enjoy the highs, what? [Chorus: Raekwon and Ghostface Killah] The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams Baker, baker, pull off a Keystone caper Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and watch me scrape her [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony Degrees of punishment increase intensely Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums But the battle was won by swords bein' swung Slicin' with a vocal from the international vocalist Your style is too local to fuck with this Offensive antagonist No assistance, movin' motionless Mysterious swiftness Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain Mental gives the signal to the physical Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle Violent temperaments left continents dented Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented Drunk by the drunken punches that punctures the heart Vital sparks from the arteries stopped [Chorus: Raekwon and Ghostface Killah] The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Straight up and down, it's all good Peace to them check-cashin', chain-snatchin', gun-flashin' Niggas in the hoods bubblin' goods Analyze Starks, who be buying lion heads and Clarks To all my house bitches, Starks'll be home soon I'm on tour, chill, catch me '96 in June But until then my ten-man team be safe Chill on the whips for seven months, we can all get laced Take a boat cruise, sip daiquiris and max Swimmin' pools, fly jewels, Wally shoes, blow stacks Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for Cris Until we get back, unpack, leave the Mac with your Wis' But whatever, I gotta hit other sides of the Earth Spread Wu-ness, rule this, civilization's cursed But luckily I'm born to be wild and then be out Move crowds, collect twenty thou' and then be out Heavy convoys, my crew keep pretty boys paranoid Built like a steroid pat down Dan Aykroyd [Refrain: Ghostface Killah] My seeds grow with his seeds, marry his seeds That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family [Chorus: Raekwon and Ghostface Killah] The treasure is the glaciers of ice The treasure is the glaciers of ice The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams Baker, baker, pull off a Keystone caper Point out the baddest bitch in the house and watch me scrape her [Refrain: Ghostface Killah] My seeds grow with his seeds, marry his seeds That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family [Outro: 60 Second Assassin & Raekwon] Been a long time since the Father left in '69 It's been a long time since Wu-Tang had the chance to shine It's been a long time since we had diamonds, gold and drank Cristal wine It's been a long time, my people walking around here dumb, deaf, and blind It's been a long time since you had a Son of Man chant like golden wine It's been a long time, it's been a long time It's been a long time Yo, it's been a long time What's on your mind? Check it, respect heat holders Respect heat holders Knuckleheadz[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, U-God] Let me— Let me hold that One for you, one for me (True) Two for you, one— two for me What? Three for you Nigga get— get the— Man, I'll smack— (Fuck is— out of here with all that shit) Smack fire out your fucking ass What the fuck you think this is, man? Get the fuck up out of here man (Chill, chill) So, yo, matter of fact, the man is back (Stick this man head out over a fucking fire!) Shit, alright— This ain't even enough bread right here, this ain't enough We going to shoot right over there (Fuck that man, yo) And, yo, them niggas got the big cream over there, just chill (Alright, let's get this cash, and move nigga) Spark it, right out the tropical, kid Alright, don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid (*Loading clip*), on the real, man Just chill, let's go get this money fast, son I know how we got to do this, kid (*Gunshots*), trust this (Alright, scrungy-head motherfuckers) [Verse 1: Raekwon] Lay on the crime scene, sipping fine wines, pulling nines on UFOs, taking they fly clothes, they eyes closed We getting loot, no doubt, check the word of mouth Unheard about, guns go off and now a murder route I'm out, my raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent In a maze and style's blazing Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn And Rhyming, my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles Having them poodles on the lockdown, buying me Amarettos and chewables, smacking pharmaceutical Rap niggas on dust and woos Yo, I told you some killed, robbed and fold The goal's untold, fuck it, it beats parole So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the globe blow Goddamn, I got it sewn and yo What up wop? Pop the suitcase high and we can talk You can walk out the fucking building and get caught Save the fully inflatable, rap relatable Drug relatable, niggas here to play with you A hundred dollar Rottweiler, go to spot sellers Guns and Glocks for them niggas who got props Off top jail niggas get mad bigger and yo Mail a guy about a hundred pictures Word to mama, this rap wonder rhymer team got drama Comma, blunt smoke real-ass marijuana Chef Maranzano boats across the Verrazano Immaculate, bust off my gun so accurate And get cream in the cuisine of Queens I told you, money skated with night beams and two rings [Interlude: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Crazy fag, I'm getting ready to do this shit (Sniff mad shit) Man, niggas know not to step on this shit [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Who's the knucklehead wanting respect? Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well-known Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath, here's his photograph Run up in his lab, take off the mask, Chas, and think fast Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash Grab the tear gas and place it in his face fast At full blast (*Speeding car passing*) Then skate to the next gate further upstate I heard they got crazy weight bagged up by the cakes in Crates like disco breaks, yo look out for jakes Give it all it takes, let's burn the place before we motivate Yo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate If the bitch scream, for God's sake grab the grey tape It's by the plate with the blow crushed up with the flakes Killer snakes, four bodies found floating in lakes Drug related paper talking about the kids who didn't make it Hits without a trace, never seen the bricks, see Rae and Ghostface Congratulations, Chef, let's celebrate and sniff an eighth (*Tires screeching*) [Verse 3: U-God] The rap scar is on, rap Parmesan, poke on, put it on, seal it on We're silicone, spark it on your talkathon This rap phenomenon to correspond took the arms Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone Scars, tones, bar thrown, war tones, raw tones Blowing out their jawbones, but your rap's fraudulent Plug in these rap coordinates, it's reinforced with suspense Be on your rap sword defense These microphone professional, sensational, fully operational I got niggas here to play with you, you know the steez You know my whole program, brothers from the no-lands All we want is the G's, guns and grams Living fat like the Hoffa, mafia, sipping, eating pastas Laying in the house telling the seeds about the sagas Before we got dramatic and thoughts got sporadic We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots Slugs hit the Pelle, punch hopes into the belly Suckers tried to knock me out the box like Skelly I smoke the weed trees, I drop top to the breeze Honey dip spending G's on nails and hair weave The crime boss taking no loss, excessive force We can play the A-Train back of the iron horse [Outro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah] Yo, man, you know what I'm saying? Fuck it, man (*Tires screeching*, *car crashing*) (*Car crashing*) Knowledge God[Intro] Plug Word, yo (Know what I'm sayin'?), word (Yo) Know what I'm saying? You know— You know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (No doubt, no doubt) Unit back in the days kid (I know that son, I know that) You know that (You know I know that), know what I'm saying? (Know what I'm saying?) I miss all my niggas, though, believe me, and I'll never forget none of 'em (Word up, word up, know what I'm sayin?) Su, Tyrese, Size, you know what I'm saying? (Rob, you know what I'm saying?) Eddie, motherfuckin'— all them wild-ass niggas, man (Yeah, yeah) You know what I'm saying? (I hear you) L, yo, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Shit is wild, though, God, you know what I'm saying God? (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Word up, you know what I'm saying? (Powerful, word up, word up) So you let my shit go at the count of three, though, you know what I'm saying? (Take your time, take your time) [Verse 1] Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks Club nights we snatch links, politic, Africans and Chinks Wide World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds Niggas projects filled with fiends injecting morphine The God seen more cream, and upstate Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone So, see cousin, yo, I was working, cats I'm jerking And uptown these niggas acting like they hurting Keys 20 for a brick Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off Look beat up with two crack fiends hugging your seed up I took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it I got your back, though [Chorus] Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit? Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God [Verse 2] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna Italiano, slanted-eye, banging a fat Milano Selling coke right out the bottle Sometime a nigga bought nines to test with mines (Sit back, relax) Crazy piece, buying keys in Greece Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dough figures Condo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor Mafia flicks, tying up tricks was his main hobby Teaching his seed Wu-Tang karate Mixing drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks Night time rolling with snakes Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank Sixteen shots in his fish tank And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana Smoking ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra Claiming New York was ancient Babylon Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron I can't front though, truck loads of Indo Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho [Chorus] Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit? Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit? Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit? Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God [Outro] Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas Word up, show your love Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah Word up, London, Europe, Africa Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah About to make moves and slide like grease Moves and slide like grease Still Strugglin’[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I know how it feels to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you're the user Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser But they don't know about the stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray So you can reminisce and wish You wasn't living so devilish s-shit I remember I was just like you Smoking blunts with my crew Flipping over SIXTY-TWO's Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G, I had to get P-A-I-D That's why my mom hates me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves Four chumps trying to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasn't trying to hear it Smoking mad Newports cause I'm doing court for an assault That I caught in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man You better have your gat in hand Cause man [Hook: Inspectah Deck] A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M Still struggling, Survival got me buggin' (Souls of a soldier in the streets of survival) Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough (The rough life, I just be up nights. It got me) Still strugglin' (Campaign) Lay out your maintain (In the everyday struggle) [Verse 2: Raekwon] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive Had secondhands, moms bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way I begin to G off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rolling with this one And that one, pulling out Gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smoking woolies at 16 And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out Catchin' keys from across seas Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo brothers respect mine, or anger the TEC-9 (Get live, muthaf~) Rainy Dayz[Intro: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Samples] It's a mystery inside Of how I'm gonna get mine I'm thinking 'bout so many ways Of how to conquer these rainy days You sang beautifully just now I sing for him and he isn't here It's going down, man, word, man (What's up, black?) Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man (Word?) [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] It's raining, he's changing (Fuckin'— Yo, I'ma murder somebody, man, for real, I ain't playing, whatever, man, whatever) My man is going insane, insane (The war is on, yo) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] On rainy days I sit back and count ways on How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch How it goes the only pesos made from scratch But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy Heavy on the wrist, Polo mocs, socks and rugbies Old flicks remind me of Gucci's Back in Union Square when little Maxmil blast Pierre That was Build Build, fast forward, ninety-four Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more Bless me out of state, howdy, Jake, Starks is back Niggas want work, nine brought back off a g-pack Coke rocks flood the co-ops, live in gossip Them big lip niggas singing to cops need to box it Stop it, the projects over-flooded with slow leaks The fiends geek, new faces get wrapped in sheets I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line Sipping on fine wines, the power of the blacks refined (Rainy days) Divine Waiting on these royalties takes too long It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee But that's ungodly, so, yo, God, pardon me I need it real quick, the dough flow like penmanship Meatheads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit So now talk shit, nigga, what? [Chorus: Blue Raspberry] It's raining, he's changing My man is going insane, insane It's raining (Past sunlight, more gunfight) [Verse 2: Raekwon] What brings rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes? The beat breaks, 'cause all my niggas to break, son Styles is similar to criminals locked up With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up I live once, though the mind stays infinite Traveling to touch nine planets in my midst While I carry, to earn a decent salary Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max And real cats cold watch my back But listen to the Wu, son, and maintain It's all real, starving individuals kill I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone Projects infested with rats, cats, and crack, holmes Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it So many fake, half real freedom-build Born to science my alliance analyzes Wild surprises, keeping my eyes wide to this The unfortunate, laying in mountains counting With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn Chill dun, just for real ones, light the lye up I hate to have to tie the next guy up Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends Now I'm steering you to truth, buckle up Now who's a legend? [Chorus: Blue Raspberry & Raekwon] It's raining, he's changing (Word up dun) It's raining he's⁠—, my man is going insane (Peace to Philly, VA, these days, word up, y'all) My man is going insane (Word up, the sun, moon and stars, fly cars, word up y'all) [Outro: Blue Raspberry] No sunlight, more gun fights I've lost him to the street life Street life (I've lost him to the street life) No cash flow, no more dough He's someone I don't even know Someone I don't know Rainy Days Getting through those rainy days Getting through those rainy days Getting through those rainy days Getting through those rainy days I lost him to the street life The street life, woah Heaven & Hell[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Blue Raspberry]​​ This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang) Yo (What? What?), yo Exotic type shit Ninety-four We must go to war fast With the pen and the pad Goddamn Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders Wu-Tang reclines, lamps For the nine-squares, kid (Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all) Check it, yo, yo [Verse 1: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Waking up about ten, kid Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease What? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex So now I'm out in the ninety-five Rocking that "Real Niggas Don't Die" Guess down, drawers Kani But, yo, I'm making a pitstop Go and buy a box of Glocks It equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak? Yo, remember that kid that we vicked? He made a half of mil' for real We brought about four bricks Yo, so now we connect thoughts Meet me at the airport ​​​Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed And meet me at the bitch lab So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit Couldn't even rest, I need the vic' And when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some Keys won't sell, call up son I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit A fake nigga faked and they killed his clique Give me a minute and I'm winnin' Yo, niggas done did it Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted So now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce With ten G's worth of gold bangles Diamonds, what? All up in his face With his man's mace Medallions the size of dinner plates, yo He knew we knew him so we blew him Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him So now I'm lamping in my man's land Streets is hot like sand G's is rolling in my right hand Yup, you know the steezo black Lot'll go down like that Shallah, cigars and mob hats Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo [Interlude: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] What do you believe in, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell So it's your life What a chamber Fucking with the mad strangers Yeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all That's how it goes, whatever What do you believe in, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all) So it's your life [Outro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Niggas ain't even know, son... Sold their weight No question This shit is real, you know what I'm saying? (Word up) Niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour A little hundred dollars and that make you a man You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up Niggas don't understand how life can be so short Come so fast Within the blinkin' of eye Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up Know what I'm saying? Get turned to dust Return to the casket And that ass is out, son, word up Word up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up) Lose all your strength, nigga Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason Heartbroken We soakin' wet, though Keepin' it real for my peoples Yeah, yo And my physical brother DeVon You're still in here, baby Because you're in my arms, nigga, word up I never let you go, baby Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up For real (Keep shinin') For real, keepin' it real, you know Shout out to major niggas Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four Word up, RZA That's my nigga, baby, yeah Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up) Big Booth represent the Q You know how we do Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know? The GZA, word up Masta Killa The Abbot of the Clan Method Man, Inspectah Deck Dirty Bastard U-God, word up, baby Keep it real, son Keep packin' them guns Word up Ice Water[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas Tommy Hil' ice rockin' niggas who fuck— Mira, aprende Take a one on one to this shit, y'all (Yeah) Get your nostrils clear (Yeah) Come on, sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas (Yeah, word up) Who's down with drug smugglin' (Cappadonna, Golden Arms), yo, yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers Hot weather, sex on the beaches Jewelry shoppin' out of the country, deluxe luxury People sayin' that my chains look truck on me But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet? Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies kid, I laced it My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin', ready for robbin' But first, hit Maria's for a butter almond The bionic microphone and smack mechanic Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas Son, it's on, so we can just max a million I got the spot sewn so we can make a billion The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch Rainbow flavor niggas murder niggas for lunch Peace to the Paris Crew and the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love Who carry switchblades on the reg, duke [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep Into my realm of sunshine, I praise divine Fine line between Donna, dumb, deaf and blind He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots in daytime Crossed over grain while we was bubblin' moonshine Sippin' on a Moët, laid up, Rae-Gambino Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino Developed while your head be swellin' up off of the Nation Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation Donna holy fat bags of weed, ravioli pasta Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner Infrared all inside your bumbo, rasta Cappadonna pimp the derby like the mobster [Interlude: Big Un & Raekwon] Yeah, yeah Ayy, spaghetti lame brain-ass niggas Quarters, nickels, and dimes, bitch, 'cept for overtime, nigga Any ass money suit me fine 'Cause I'm coming strong, breaking niggas backs, keepin' shit real If you haven't noticed, bitchy-ass, rusty-ass nigga Let me tell you this one time Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef Cappachino and Golden Arms is coming through mad strong From the isles of Shaolin For all them faggot-ass, rusty, chickenhead bitches, too Shup Shup baby? (Yo) [Verse 3: Raekwon] Back in the days, baggin' crack, scrapin' plates Flippin' cakes who them heavy head niggas hatin' Jakes? It be us, wall to wall soldiers, hangin' in halls gettin' over City niggas shoot for blood money, rockin' Rovers Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket in the streets Why these people mob money in they Jeep? Crack bums watch your back for jums Cost me for a fake twenty dollar bill, get 'em son, we ain't the one Politickin', plus vickin', sick of these Dominicans Eatin' good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigan's That's life, to top it all off, beef with White Pullin' bleach out, tryin' to throw it in my eyesight Yo, fuck is on your mind? Shark Niggas (Biters)[Skit: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Niggas is fucking crazy, you know what I'm sayin'? Hell yeah, man Word, you know how niggas be bitin' and shit Niggas be bitin' mad styles and shit from niggas, man (Yeah, no doubt) That's what I be hatin' man, I can't stand a fuckin' bitin'-ass nigga Wanna use your lines all ahead of time before you even get a chance to shine on your own shit (Word, no—) True (Know what I'm sayin'?) Nah, niggas be killin' me though, son, because, you know They be take— be comin' with your words and shit They hear you say one word then here they come with the word Tryin' to flip it and bounce it and shit on some bullshit (Yeah, yeah) Not soundin' right, first of all and shit (Yeah), you know what I'm sayin'? Boom, but then you got niggas, son, on the real, you know what I'm sayin' Niggas, niggas, niggas, niggas is bitin' off your album cover and shit (Yeah) Boom, bad enough they bitin' lines like niggas killed me (Yeah) When they came with some Na— Niggas bit off of Nas shit! You know what I'm sayin'? Word, niggas, niggas, niggas, niggas caught his little album cover, boom Then done did a Nas for that shit (Yeah) I'm like, damn, what the fuck, man? (Yeah) It's like these happy-go-lucky niggas, man, when they get on, man They wanna pop a little, a little champagne (But like I said, you—) You know what I'm sayin'? Every few, every time you see 'em, you know what I'm saying? Like, front on, don't front for me, man (Yo, man) You gon' play that role, man, play it, though (It's like this, man) Niggas, man Niggas know not to fuck around with this shit, though I don't give a fuck how nasty niggas get (Nah, son) Let me tell these niggas somethin', God I don't want niggas soundin' like me on no album You know what I'm sayin'? For real, 'cause I'ma— I'm approach a nigga, man For real, man, I don't want nobody soundin' like me, man For real son, you know (No doubt) Bad enough, nigga, I don't want nobody sound like nobody from my Clan, man Keep it real, get your own shit man, and be original (Word up) That's all, man (And you'll be a better man) And— And you gon'— you gon' come out on your own way (Word up) Whatever how you gon' take it, man, fuck it (Word up) Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)[Skit: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Dealer] So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'? Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on I'ma go talk to this cat Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on) Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?) Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit I know he ain't down with your team Who? I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—) Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is Come on, come on, right over there There he go, right there There he go, right there, kid That cat? Word up Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you) What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh? The fuck you talking to? I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?) You ain't talking to me The fuck you talking about? Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What? Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here) The fuck I say? (Oh, shit) Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why? Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here) *Gunshots* Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son) Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo You bleedin' son, bad, son Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this Take this, take this, go on I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man) Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen Man, get the fuck outta here, man Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead Hold that shit, son Go ahead, man, go ahead Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn) Yo (We gon' get that cat, man) [Intro: Raekwon] It's the remix, son Can it be, act like you know Check it [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom I hung around the big time bosses Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me? I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths) Dedicated to babies who came feet first Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state) Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids) Dedicated to man who build pyramids [Interlude: Raekwon] Word up, what the f— yo We taking you on another chamber Word up, son, you know how we be on it Yeah, it's real Show these crabs how to rhyme, man I think it's time to bless them, word up Bulletproof First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo [Verse 2: Raekwon] It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin Niggas wilding, old folks scream, "Stop the violence!" (The violence) True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas Play enough crap games for what? See Back in days, crime pays in mad ways Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz Mad Timbs with mad diamonds Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife I paid the price throughout my hood life Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid God forbid I lay in the casket But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke I wash my mouth out with soap And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on [Chorus: Raekwon] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go) Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people) (Word up, peace to all my brothers) —all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up) [Outro: Raekwon] Peace to man, woman and child Word up (We got you covered, baby) Projects (We're here for you) Projects peoples, one love Keep your head clear, we outta here Move in silence Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece Bald heads, braids (For real, though) Blowouts (The Island) Yo, fly chicks It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp Peace to the Clan No other producer can compare, boy Word up Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit For real, y'all Wisdom Body[Intro] No, man, all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know? I keep 'em broke, wake up one morning with some money They're subject to go crazy, you know? I keep 'em looking good, pretty and all that, you know, but no dough When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (Right on) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Word up Got motherfuckin' brother wise You know what I'm saying? Teaching the uncivilized Yeah, runnin' the streets, you know it's deep Word up, check his technique, yeah I be Ghostface Flippin' the marvelous track Yeah, you know the steelo But yo, yo Check the banging-est sounds that I invent Fake niggas who tried to flex hard came and went They couldn't match up with the fly nigga with his back against the wall Heads clocked once I came in the door I played the speaker, sippin' a Kahlua Saw this bad bitch wit' a switch and, yo, I had to step to her In a manner, and rather wished the current was warm When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself Yo, I'm the man, and honey, you've been rated top shelf Yo, what's your name, hon? Hair wrapped up in a bun Your eyes sparkle just like glass in the sun Never diss 'em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss 'em Especially when you're browsin', goin' fishing Your waistline bangin' like a bassline Physical form is well complex, and, yo, I love your outline, boo Your whole body is wild with your rugged profile Enough to make a hard rock smile You can't strike out, tell me what can really go wrong You're rocking labels, Tommy Hil' down to Claiborne Show me some love, hon, show me some love, boo Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through Ayo, peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freaked it Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass Your body lotion is the potion This shit got me open like dust and, yo, your stee is Thai potent, yo We can go the distance, I'll put you under wings From this convo, we can spark and see whatever brings I walked the hot Arabian desert barefooted I grabbed your hair, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Word up, yo, straight up and down, yo Check the joint, baby It be the Wu-Tang production Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit And brothers catchin' repercussions Yo, straight up North Star (Jewels)[Intro: Popa Wu & Raekwon] You know, God, I just been, you know what I'm sayin'? Doing my regular thing, man So I'ma get back up with you though, baby Know what I'm sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid I'ma always come through for you, baby (Yo, man) Like I was sayin', this shit is real though, man (All the time) This shit is so real, man, you already know (Word) (Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head) Yo, man, that's you man (Bring her over here) Yo, peace, Rae, peace, God (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead) What's up, baby? God damn, look at you, man Damn, God, I love the shit out you, man Man, I done watched you, man, since you was a little crumb-snatcher A little weed-hopper lookin' to runnin' around here, man Look at you, baby, you look good, you understand? (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead) I've watched you go through a lot of trials and tribulations, Rae (G-O-D's my reality) But you know something? Like I used to always tell you, baby A good listener's a good learner I see you listened very well, you understand? (I'm elevating strong and I'm gonna go on to the highest degree) Your time is comin', baby And see, sometime, it could be like a, a rear view, you know what I'm sayin'? And people don't know when their blessing comes But I've watched you grow, baby, man, and you's a very intelligent man Man, I watched you when I would just sit down And you would just trick me out my money, shootin' dice, nigga, is you crazy? Hahahaha (Crazy, you crazy, man) (G-O-D's my reality) Yo, man, you remember that shit, man? When we would be down there in the hills and shit, man? (I'm elevating strong I'm gonna go on to the highest degree) And you'd catch the— oh, here come Old Man Freed "Yeah, I'ma get him, ya little slick ass" (Hahahaha) Talk to me, baby, you know what I'm sayin'? (Hahaha) I remember all them things But I'm watchin' you growin' (Yeah) But remember one thing, Rae, like I used to tell you The child you was was making you the man you is today And if you don't know where you came from, baby You damn sure know— you don't know where you're goin' Can you see what I'm saying? (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead, oh) Know which way you traveling You understand? And follow that destiny and follow the light And it'll set you free (G-O-D's my reality) 'Cause I've watched you, baby, you my main man (Yeah) (I'm elevating strong and we're gonna go on to the highest degree) [Verse: Raekwon] Now that could be the Wu-Tang production Start to knuckle up and gun shots start to click, the block's duckin' Could it be and would it be that we was babies? Catchin' rabies, niggas seem to act crazy Day one in my spot, July the tenth I had a mint, stickin' up Devines hittin' them with nines I was toxie from layin' up in Roxy's all night This nigga bust a shot, licked my man's wife It was havoc, I contact the Abbot He shook the shoulder though, then he passed the phat chrome automatic We goin' to war, you know he had a two-to-four He would've did it for me, fuck it, let's mosie Scheming dough with the P.L.O. wrapped on tight Sayin' in my mic, "Yo, we gotta go" My first impression was to ask some lessons Question one, what made you even show your gun and blow the session? He replied and rocked the green eye And, yo, he started yellin', "Them niggas sellin' two for fives" But he's a goner and I got my corner, what? I'm feeding my babies, cash rules from morn' to dawning [Outro: Popa Wu & Raekwon] Yeah, Rae, baby, check it out (Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head) Feedin' my babies, cash rules from morn' to dawning Only God is the son of man (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead, oh) I'ma say this to you one time, and be certain that fake God does not exist (G-O-D's my reality) (I'm elevating strong, we're gonna go on to the highest degree) This is why the universe, by the self-balancing scale of divine knowledge And it was measured by the portion of solid knowledge No man can judge for another (Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head) But each man must weigh all facts and circumstances (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead) And find truth in his own judgment of righteousness See, the way to evil, balance equality in no man (Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head) (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead) For no man is good and bad at the same time Either he's good or he's bad Striving For Perfection[Intro] Okay (This is it), on three [Skit: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] Yeah, word up, I'm tired of doing this shit (Aight, word) Let's get it, fuck it (Aight, I'ma set it) Let's get it, tell me how you feel, man Yo, son, check the fly shit, son ('Sup cousin, how you doin'?) Yo, baby, check it, man, I got a new connect son, for real, man Fuck all this twenty for a brick shit, man (No doubt) My man got it out of state for fifteen (Yeah) You know what I'm saying? And, yo— You know my man's and them is in VA, they politicking to death, so (Right, right) It's all good, what's up? What you wanna do? (God, God) We gotta move, God, we gotta move, God, we gotta migrate Get the fir— Get the fuck outta New York, you know what I'm sayin'? Bounce, man, start fucking with bigger and better shit, man So you telling me no more big eights, strictly bricks No more, no more, no more, man (Man, I'm with you, I've been waiting, man) No more, God (What's up!) It's the pot of gold right here, man, this is it Man, this is glory (So, yo—), you know what I'm sayin'? The first thing we gotta do, man Is just know what we gonna do with this cream when we get it, man (Right) 'Cause I'm not tryna just be (Right), sitting on, motherfuckin', 200 thou' And acting like I'ma just be a— a drug dealer all my life, son (Nah, nah) I got bigger and better plans, son (No doubt, and we gon' move on, man) And you know I don't be fuckin' with anybody, man Son, long as the love and the trust is there, son, we gon' grow, God (Yo, yo, Tony) We gon' grow like a plant, son Yo, you coming at me like that, son? (For real, son) Come on you know me man (You know my style, son) You know how my heart feels though, God (No doubt) But, yo, God, for real, this is my last time, God I'm hanging this shit up man if this shit don't work right here, God (Word up) You know what I'm sayin'? (I feel the same way, I feel the same way kid) Yo, God, you know what I'm sayin'? When I got shot at, man, my mom's windows got shot the fuck up, man (Yeah) Yo, God, my baby's in here, God, see, I gotta take the time, man And raise my family, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know what I'm sayin'? Sit around, man, my grandkids, man But yo, son, it's like this, man We all livin', man, we here now, man (Word, man), you know what I'm sayin'? Let's not think like we gon' be stagnating, man Let's keep moving ahead, man, keep our head up, man Take care of our families, man God, word is bond, I'm your eyes that's in back of you, kid Let's do it then Rich and Black[Intro: Louis Farrakhan] And regardless to how much power you have When God sends prophets and messengers They don't care nothing about your power Because they come from the power [Verse 1: Nas] Rare nigga, I'm a wonder Your best success is my worst blunder Feds tap the number Jewelry Jacqueline Onassis could appreciate Weed to alleviate the pain Eddie King, Richard Pryor pinky ring Watch your conduct, nigga Throw parties for my niggas that’s livin', you guessed it Models, y'all keep 'em if they anorexic Love 'em but can’t trust 'em, hate 'em but won’t bust 'em Cakin' in savings, spendin', wastin', it's like a custom Tats are hieroglyphics, lipstick on the collar I got more to lose than you do, but I’m a rider When did the rules change? Y’all livin' trendy on pennies Meetin' deadlines with ease, no game You fire, I'm butane Gator Timbs, ostrich belts These be the times that I surprise myself My niggas lookin' like black crows at packed shows The Don voice stay pristine like I'm still seventeen [Verse 2: Raekwon] I'm rich, Black, African, rockin' the golden Mack Shearling leather, Gucci leg it's on my back Willie Bosket hoodlum in the trench Rinse these niggas, '86 Cazals dicin' near the fence Mike Tyson disciple, trifle with my pen, it's a rifle Sixteen ways to shoot you through your Chrysler, duke Exhalin' with niggas, the jails argue Bring the best niggas to the table I'll sic all my whales on you Custom wooden speakers, rock Elysses, rump on polices Dump on creatures, holidays and preachers Stainless steel watches, ostrich turtlenecks Here's the deal: If we can't come in, they can't have the field Bones in Cisco', murder instrumentals Cayenne Porsche rap, how many horses live official? I run wit' generals who flash Uzis in interviews My shit is deep, we fly, swimmin', dude [Verse 3: Nas] Verse two gotta be all murder just like the first verse Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer Yellow like my Harry Winston glistenin' arm, B Yellow like New York City piss-stained concrete [Verse 4: Raekwon] That’s right, yo, who voted toastin' in the wind Las Vegas Otis, what you know? Leave it right here, we ghost in the Lotus Put a package on your head, be promoted, keys in effect Payin' these dumb fuckin' D’s off with donuts [Sample: Louis Farrakhan] I hate to see you, acting like a slave To get an advance here, an advance there Because somebody else controls your destiny [Verse 4 continued: Raekwon] Aiyo, I’m rich, Black, umbrella calico captain Wes Craven with a blade and a black I’m hood ornaments, junkies win awards in my tournaments My shit is listed like informants pics You know we order hits Planes flyin', niggas is sure to get ya Whether in Costa Rica, Lisa, she sure to twist ya Eatin' Chow Lo Mein with chopsticks Glocks with aim, watermelon chips, pop some ‘pagne For all the riches, niggas forcin' out they feelings, kid Whether in hallways or the boats, now feel us, kid Out in Alaska, in the Astons, remember my passion Hungry wolf who never eat in his castle Bolivian connects restless, yeah Chef ambidextrous, quick to back you in like the Lexus shit Hunted by the FBI, we gracious, more demonstrations Shit is tough, milk the Carnation House of Flying Daggers[Intro: Sample] "Hahahaha. Nobody is going to save you now! [Hook: Raekwon & GZA] Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump Troops on the left, fight to the death Fam on the right, infrared lights Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what! Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I pop off like a mobster boss Angel hair with the lobster sauce Summertime, can't top the scorch Check my hot broad, I dropped the Porsche FBI wanna watch the force, tryna lock my source Where I'm from—hear the macs, Tecs, Glocks and fours Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors No respect for the cops and laws In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours Seen things that'll drop your jaw My soldiers got dropped in war See the mural on the project wall? Won't stop til I cop them all Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, trade shots and all 'Cause I ain't on the clock for talk The spot rusher, blow down the spot for sure Still break off the block with raw, my stock is more The General: watch your board [Verse 2: Raekwon] Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall The camo's on with the makeup and all Swap six 45s, twist reefer in the flicks Pop your whoadie, ride Bolt his gun off, from know your whore, she lied Fly criteria, bury me in Africa With whips and spears and rough diamonds out of Syria True don, only I could do wrong Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint Retard-less, I'ma blow regardless Résumé is straight up live, I shank niggas up for larger Es And speak with the youth in the spot Eat the fresh fruit in the crop; all these hip-hoppers eat cock You could see me in the street or the yacht I'd rather be promoting your block Or buying fresh sneakers with guaps Yo, I'm an ill dude, always been a real dude Don't fuck around, I will spill on you and kill you in the field, boo [Hook: Raekwon & GZA] Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump Troops on the left, fight to the death Fam on the right, infrared lights Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump Troops on the left, fight to the death Fam on the right, infrared lights Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Leather jackets on, rocked-up rockstars Treacherous bank robbers, the plan go dub, we pop guards The team gotta eat, seeds is hungry That's why we ain't scared to dump on niggas, our guns is chunky Usually we bust niggas down with bats, swell up they joints Elbow, wrists, they shins get cracked We still humiliate, brutalize, Ruger pop, pulverize Still got gear in the closet that's stupid live From Benetton rugby skullies Oshkosh conductor jumpers, the train hats fit me lovely Rae job is to make sure the coke is fluffy While I politick his birthday bash with Puffy Bag me as soon as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up I'm an old mummy, my gold weigh as much as King Tut Slippers, robes is minked up (Yeah, ugh) Under the do-rag, bro, my three-dimensional fade is clean-cut (Yo, yo) [Verse 4: Method Man] Man, y'all niggas ain't shit to us, still a pistol bust Split your melon like I split the Dutch (Yeah) Got a lot of piff to puff, and I ain't come for fisticuffs (Pffff) Or for the cop that wanna clip the cuffs Man, is Staten in this bitch or what? Don't get it twisted, we... Twist it up and even mix with dust See, these fans can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for life Scarred for life, they can't forget the cuts Got a whole line of classic joints and while you at it, pass the joint Let's push this music past the point... Of no return, til it crash and burn, down the ashes Then placed inside Ol' Dirty Bastard's urn When it's my time to go, for sure, your nigga goes to war What you think I brought these soldiers for? To send shots like forget-me-nots at any nigga Respect, bitch, that figure they gon' get me got [Outro: Sample] "Haha, your basic kung fu's no good You can't move fast enough! And you don't have enough strength! And your body movements are like a street fighter! It's too easy for me to trip you up!" "Hahaha, how's it feel, eh?" "Ah, it's broken! I feel my back's broken!" "Haha, you've still got a lot to learn!" Spot Rusherz[Skit: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] *St. Ides Commercial* And all that good shit (Yeah) Know what I'm sayin', you comin'— You comin' lookin' flavorful, you know what I mean? (Word) You the— You the whole— You the whole shit of the whole night (Word) But I seen it, though, know what I'm sayin'? (You seen it, right?) Like a Zenith, you know? (Yeah, yeah) My G's too futuristic for that shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah, yeah) Word Yeah, she tried to get a little swerve kid on you? Tried to, man, know what I'm sayin'? But she didn't— she couldn't pull it off, man (Yeah) God (Right) She couldn't pull it off because the drawers, you know? (Word) Fuck that mess, though, you know what I'm sayin'? But, yo, though, on the real Yo, yo, tonight feel like a nigga get burnt, right? (Yeah, yeah) Feel like you hearin' something tomorrow, right? Something like "Yo, Flozzy Flozz" (It's the wind, I'm tellin' you) Yeah, yeah, word (It's the air, I can feel it) It feel hot, it feel— feel hot at night and shit, like the sun ain't even out (Word, it's like this—) Yo, the sun don't shine, though, but, you know what I'm sayin'? (Word) [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, one-two, one-two, nigga Line for line, line for line, how we get down wit' the rhyme Yo, it be a line for line, line for line, this is how we get down Yeah, line for line, line for line, this is how we get down, yo [Verse: Raekwon] Can you feel me? Storytellin' rap Magellan, I ain't tellin' Them niggas ran in the spot for sellin' Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up Seen him at a rap show, actin' like Fat Cat, though Glasses gold, shinin' like a real big boy This nigga had mega ice on, chips ahoy Cats surrounded this political brown kid All out the wind, yo, my man walked in Pullin' mints out, son had mad clientele Ordered me Cristal twice, Kion, chill Watch them niggas, ayo, that clique's from outta state They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington You know the kid with the most dough getters Anteras on fat shit, clique, they rock Lo sweaters That's my man, that's my man, too Call him up on the strength of the Wu And watch me game duke Grab the cell, I got a heist to pull off well At the end of the week, I'm buyin' you a L Lexus, nigga, I ain't talkin' 'bout Hancock No time for weed, plus no time to get locked That night, up in the staircase Cousin had me laced out, skied all outta my face We gon' get dat crunchy chump for all of his lump Don't try to front, you was sweatin' this Hilfiger, nigga Guess who walked in havin' it? His man from Farragut Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in, black Where's your man? Where's the sky blue Land at? Stop playin', Wu in the back, smacked him wit' the gat Yo, money said he'd be here in fifteen! He's not lyin', wait for the Millenia green to pull up He got the Donna Karan shit on, two rings Six carats a piece plus the chain swings Like anchors on ships flooded with all diamond chips Back pockets, two clips, four-fifths wit' rubber grips layin' Two bottles of brass I was slayin' Meditatin', red dot be waitin' for my payment Heard the key in the lock, cocked the Glock, turned the lights out Dipped behind the couch, Kion, gag his mouth Infrared at his head when he entered Butter soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda A friend of Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life Yo, shorty be fuckin' mad Colombian niggas Fuck it, get on the floor, meet the black Lex Luthor Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers "Yo, Rae, I'm about to scrape her", chill, Ghost Thought for a second, turned around, threw the nine in his meatloaf Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed? "I don't know", shot his hand, he started screamin' like a bitch New Wu[Intro: Raekwon] "What up, son?. Maintaining, maintaining, you know? You good, Rah? Everything proper, still, Rah? Come on, man. What's the matter with you, man?" "Ain't nothing. I just want us to be on" [Hook: Method Man] Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a "Soo!" Get it right—all my chicks, hold your tits, let's get it in All my niggas, take a toke off this weed, let it begin (Here we go!) Yo, y'all already know what it do (Ha, ha) Brand-new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu Now throw your Ws up! Back from the slums, it be the Wu [Verse 1: Raekwon] Love to dress latch, get rocked Hundred bags, black do-rags, ski masks is on, G-Wags Don't try to take pictures, 'lax, still in the grass You'll learn respect, bust when I ask Rhyme-master Busy Wizzy on the subject, love Deck Thug battles, drug vets, snub sets Iller than most, nighttime totes, gorillas in boats Three votes, villas is killer, gangsta feel notes Hibernation, yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information Vivid vacation, deliberation moments Move like 91 Romans, cloning everything Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome Maxed out, annex style, my team brand bandits Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby Hold that cannon, just understand We got the whole shit padlocked down, my niggas won't have it [Hook: Method Man & Ghostface Killah] Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a "Soo!" Get it right—all my chicks, hold your tits, let's get it in All my niggas, take a toke off this weed, let it begin (Here we go!) Yo, y'all already know what it do (Ha, ha) Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu Now throw your Ws up! Back from the slums, it be the Wu (Yeah, yo) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill They call us Bin Ladens, laughing, turban'd up Faggot niggas get murdered up These streets is like radio beef, so watch how the kid turn it up Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle games is clobbering busters Eighteen niggas is bringing the ruckus Flamethrowers on our backs and shoulders The rusty joints still work The trey-eight'll blow one of your dojos When there's mad heat, I'm mad calm Walk around, gold collect, 36 O before G bomb My inner strength flowing, I mastered Qi-Gong Y'all Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong Forensic file, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bals Laying niggas like ceramic tile I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile Kneeing niggas in the nuts, nigga, damn, I'm foul! [Hook: Method Man] Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a "Soo!" Get it right—all my chicks, hold your tits, let's get it in All my niggas, take a toke off this weed, let it begin (Here we go!) Yo, y'all already know what it do (Ha, ha) Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu Now throw your Ws up! Back from the slums, it be the Wu (Yo, yo, yo) [Verse 3: Method Man] We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop things Look for me, grams in my pocket Chef cooked for me Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope But on the humble, I'm a good dude "Don't shortchange me", see, that's a hood rule Beer-drinking, Cuban Linking, new way of thinking Got me thinking, "Meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct" This is hardbody, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock Then, let these niggas go off top We rock fitteds, drop kid-id, I lived it, it's not, quit it I pinch it, my pops sniffed it, need business, I'm not finished I'm *tsss* too hot with it, you bitching, the plot thicken I'm shitting the Glock, spitting, if niggas don't stop snitching This what the block missing The two-seater with the top missing And two divas with they tops missing Now, that's living to me, I'm what these kids is killing to be But I don't want my children to be [Hook: Method Man] Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a "Soo!" Get it right—all my chicks, hold your tits, let's get it in All my niggas, take a toke off this weed, let it begin (Here we go!) Yo, y'all already know what it do (Ha, ha) Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu Now throw your Ws up! Back from the slums, it be the Wu I Got Money[Produced by S1] [Verse 1: Raekwon] Straight max, burgundy Lex, swing a few bats I'm Gretzky, hockey mask on in the 'jects, yo I'm eating like Hortons, Gorton's fisherman hat A wristband flooded, Jew-jeweler selection It's obvious I blow shit up Keep gun smoking, yo, jump in a boat doin' a buck Hundred sons bagging XK Jags Brawler face, meatloaf your man up in the back of the wagon Drugs equal money, money equals sunny days Timbs, cut off shorts and gorgeous with a ton of haze Bank book crook, yo, I'm looking Brooklyn style, go 'head and juggle here, goonie's gon' book you It's like a tunnel when it's hard to get in You the target, the hardest niggas know when to win We in the corners, all eaters, bottles of Seagrams OG shit, now my niggas will peace you, what [Hook] I got the money that the banks can't hold I got money, na na na na na I got money, na na na na na I got money, na na na na na I got the money that the banks can't hold I got money, na na na na na I got money, na na na na na I got money, na na na na na [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] This ain't a bitch ass boom-bap It's click-clack, move back On 40th and Lennox where them killers and goons at The Boogie Down Bronx is where my family moved at I made it out the slums and I'll be damned if we move back Where killers knew rap, and niggas get jewels snatched My niggas on the runway with bandanas and doo-rags Jiggy since the perm, Raf Simmons with 2 straps I kick it with my niggas in the building and move packs The money I be making kinda sacred, don't say it Just make sure you save it, thank God that you made it Taxes, pay it - the bullshit, save it The blueprint, I laid it - the radio, they play it So relay it, replay it then rate it but truth debate it Relate it, best way to [?] it, but you too afraid to say it They hatin', they claim we affiliate with Satan But it's cool like ice, keep it skatin', amen [Hook] I got the money that the banks can't hold I got money, na na na na na I got money, na na na na na I got money, na na na na na I got the money that the banks can't hold I got money, na na na na na I got money, na na na na na I got money, na na na na na [Interlude: Raekwon] This how it's going down You already know what we do man Shit is classy, shit is real reluctant, real fly The pursuit of perfection nigga Chef, A$AP. Shout out the Mob nigga, ha ha Yeah, Ice H20 The golden city, yeah nigga, ha ha Yeah, do that shit, do that shit Do that shit, do that shit, do it Do that shit, do it Do that shit [Hook] I got the money that the banks can't hold I got money, na na na na na I got money, na na na na na I got money, na na na na na Gihad[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah One-two (You got that?) Yeah, let's go Silent King Yeah The big park shit You know how it go In them alleys (I'ma holler at you, though) [Verse 1: Raekwon] Since rap got locked right before we visit the '90s Chef in the kitchen, cooking up with the crimeys It's late fall, dime season We bought the crib next to Bill Clinton mother 'Cause she fuck with the Chinese They hitting niggas with hero'n It's fourteen of us with Beemers We won't stop pitching the Chevron It's packed, kid, Black kids don't know how to act They flashing Macs, Gillettes, a couple of stacks, yo The systems is -upid Yup, shorty with the pumps on And dunks get provided and scooped, kid And bloodhounds is hating, they knowing how the kid get down Silent shottys with grenades, I'm waiting And everybody love vintage You see like four, five niggas with half-moons and wave intentions "What's really good?" "The 'dro hit 'em, killed 'em in the hotel Heard he had some old chick with him" [Hook: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town That's why we do the do, just know who is who Acknowledge me all day (Yo!), and understand Wu is Wu [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] But on the other side of town it's Tony, laid up (Ugh) This white chick want to gargle my nuts I put the Bailey's down, tap the blunt out Grabbed her by her hair, watch blondie-love whip my dick out Spit dripping down my balls, she slobbing me "That's right! Suck that dick! Get it hard for me" Pyrex in one hand, large amount of grams in it rocked up And she pregnant, my little man got her knocked up He popped up ("Oh, shit!") I'm like a crooked cop Richard Gere, big smirk on, getting my cock sucked He pulled the joint out, a bullet spun out, but it was too late Already nutted on the side of her mouth Side of her face, and hair like Something About Mary I can't front, my son gun look scary ("Whoa...") "Chill! She's a whore! You knew it from the time we ran trains on her And you still went and fucked her raw? Come on, son, give me the gun ("Gimme that!") You gonna kill me over this bum-ass bitch you can't resist? Remember Vel had her in the telly, taking the fist? Watch how you aiming that shit, you should be aiming at Trish She take a bone like a ribeye steak at Ruth's Chris Yo, be easy on the trigger, son, you squeezing the fifth I only did it just to show you—She's the easiest bitch" He came close, had to duff him—"Nigga, give me that shit" [Hook: Raekwon] That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town That's why we do the do, just know who is who Acknowledge me all day, and understand Wu is Wu [Outro: Ghostface Killah] "Fuck your gun, motherfucker. I di—Pull a fucking gun on me again, I'll blow your little balls off. Go to the store and get me a fucking 40 'fore I smack the shit out you, man. Word up. While you're at it, go to the freezer. Get a steak, man, for your eye, nigga. Word up. Put some bologna on your face or something, nigga Make sure my 40 cold, too, when you bring it back. And when you get back, bag this shit up, nigga. Word up. I don't give a fuck if you 25, nigga. You my son, nigga. Word up. That's why I let you slide, nigga. Word. Get you a 40, too, and a pacifier, nigga. And a bib and a diaper." Fast and Furious[Intro] Pass the fuckin' weed, nigga Man my fuckin' phone is goin' crazy right now, man Once this nigga hit me up and bring me this blunt Shit, man Ahh this bitch Ayo, ayo [Verse 1: Hue Hef] It's like six in the morning Me and Miller just finished our pack Couple fiends on the avenue, they lookin' for crack Grab the Nextel like yo L, police on the jack I'm in that wide-body six and I'm sippin' on yak Blunt of the apple haze got me chilling on lean, back high Mean like, drive by pumpin' that lean back Peace out, ridin' the whip Look at how I'm ridin' my six Four fifth tucked right on his hip Some dumb drunk, this nigga has stick Was parked right on the block Watchin' us but I ain't peep him and shit Anyway, back to the story, you steamin' and shit Pass the piff, we got fiends waitin', fiendin' and shit Connect got me waitin', fuck, so I'm heated and shit On the phone cursin' at shorty, "I'm leavin' you, bitch" Too much goin' on at one time, I'm dumb high Seen a group of [?] tryna run by This man in a whip, threw the clip and my gun dry Please cock back, but he spin around one time [?] his man comin' by We're like two more trucks and they creep from behind Threw it in drive, now Hue ride sick when he high Pull up [?] they want us to die Loose cannons do damage, well I'm dumpin' this 9 Whole clique in the back and we ready to ride [Chorus: Hue Hef] I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95 Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me? Take a shot, here's a hundred and three Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95 Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me? Take a shot, here's a hundred and three [Verse 2: Raekwon] Hey, yo Got the call from the connect from down bottom They said they got the squares And they all for a good price and they solid Reply 10-4, hung up the horn, got dressed Waves, rest the best, yes, threw the Franck Muller on Sophisticated, nothin' flashy, solid king, move like a boss But the calm flowin' into somethin' nasty Puffin' on the finest cheeba, green as a rainforest Doin' a buck on I-95, screamin', "I live for this," They just seen us comin', blew a flat Pulled over to the shoulder Pop the trunk to see if it's a spare in the back A van pulled up, with Florida tags Three men jumped out with guns drawn and they all wore masks Snatched me up and handcuffed me Hit me with the butt of the gun I'm thinkin' to myself, "The war just begun" Thirty minutes in the ride, the mask came off The chickens dropped, the two in the back had Russian accents Askin' who my connect is, where he rest shit You better off squeezin' that tool bitch He said, "Nah, you're worth more to us alive than dead." He's flashed his badge and started laughin' "Cocksucker, we the feds" [Chorus: Hue Hef] I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95 Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me? Take a shot, here's a hundred and three Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95 Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me? Take a shot, here's a hundred and three 10 Bricks[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, yo, Iron Chef, gracias I need some of that, slide through the back I need ya'll to come back to the, I heard juice Back of the store over here, just be easy and tell ya man to be cool We got some culinary cats right here, we need you we'll kill him if he fault [Verse 1: Raekwon] Aiyo, rappers steppin' to me, they want a brick son But I'm the Chef, my price is twenty-six son Move up, about thirty-two of those and open locker dough Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor Flamboyant police is X fives, watchin' my lofts So many leeches I just left it and walked My flow wicked, Miami money, movin' and ridicule Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me Take baths with white women, lingerie see-through Takin' trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga peoples Sellin' drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran white van pulled up They caught him out in Brooklyn with a white man Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geekin' She threw the rifle in her mouth and said good evenin' Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, pony Leather with the matching sweater on, you owe me [Hook: Raekwon] Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats Specialize in mic rippers, splashes We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and they get fat Chase heads up and down the block and kill rats Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at The shell trapped up in nice crib with four packs Four macs, caught a nice sale for four stacks Yeah, me and my nigga Arafat Gotta escape but we'll be right back, real soon Chef cook it up, we got a date with real goons Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the wet Might know him used to talk to his sister named Yvette I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two trucks Then the windows rolled down, we see these two fucks Soon as they jumped out, see these tools bust [Hook: Raekwon] Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats Specialize in mic rippers, splashes We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo, I lit a boogah up, rocks is gone, so we baggin' up all shape Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry Got them dirty joints that scatter, don't act surprised Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelie Holding a pipe with one hand, the other countin' the billies You know how it be with the peppermint Clarks, throwing darts at a hoodrat Getting slow neck up in The Bronx That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines I just chill like Aaron Hall, writin' raw rhymes Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezzle When I was twelve in the church, I started packin' that metal A deuce-deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot This ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK Cuz you can get scratched like AJ Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop I have a team of niggas moving my furs [Hook: Raekwon] Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats Specialize in mic rippers, splashes We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick My Corner[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah Let's get real vulgar and loud in here, uh huh [Chorus: Raekwon] Come on, peace to my corner Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya And we ain't holdin' blame for ya Them niggas'll kill, for real Come on, peace to my corner Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya And we ain't holdin' blame for ya Them niggas'll kill, for real [Verse 1: Raekwon] Picture me stompin' you out, up on a flyin' train Ripped Nikes on, hollow through your hollow brain I suffocate cats, I rape tracks, all of this is late facts I wished from the stove, it came, yes Porsche racin' with Scottish pitts Best fly rum in the world I got your girl eatin' exotic dick Anthrax pussy, the minks, whiskey king Wrote my name on her face, yeah, yeah, kush me Elevation keep the arm clustery, thousands of guns We got money too, and we know how to fight someone But niggas get burned and sodomized Chopped into a capsule, amass cool, I'm that live Yeah, shower that nigga down, he pussy Tryna hang with wolves, yo, you still plain pussy Don't ever move, we'll detonate Fuck up your whole plantation in one night to separate [Chorus: Raekwon] Come on, peace to my corner Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya And we ain't holdin' blame for ya Them niggas'll kill, forreal Come on, peace to my corner Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya And we ain't holdin' blame for ya Them niggas'll kill, forreal [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] One for the money, nothin' after that shit I'm gettin' foreign money, money talks with an accent Life is a maze, I done ran out of Pac-Men Really need a crown on my head like a catholic Never been a bitch and I don't plan on startin' Blood gang, beat a beat like Pam on Martin And you wonder why my right hand man stand-offish 'Cause he got that blam blam on point like swordfish I'm walkin' 'round the mansion on a cordless Arguin' with a bitch 'bout how I cannot be her boyfriend And then I told her, "Hold on, let me click over" It was my homie T, 'bout to bring them bricks over We 'bout to break 'em down like when hammers hit boulders If one of us goes down then we keep our lips frozen Who that nigga with, Blood? Make that nigga spit blood Bullet ain't got no name but the nigga that it hit does Come through in my bitch's car, shoot you with my bitch's gun She asked where I've been, I just had to make a quick run I'm an NWA, nigga with an AK That'll put an end to the melee Smokin' on pounds 'til them shits just deadweight Ben Franklin straitjacket, my money gon' stay straight Lil Tunechi [Chorus: Raekwon] Come on, peace to my corner Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya And we ain't holdin' blame for ya Them niggas'll kill, forreal Come on, peace to my corner Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya And we ain't holdin' blame for ya Them niggas'll kill, forreal [Verse 3: Raekwon] I seen it all, done it all and still doin' it Who gave you crime action stories, live from the bricks? Now it's more diamonds, more bread, more bitches, more head More land to cover and haters get more lead Monster rap, decorated, general stripes, I'm top rank Raise your arm up, salute the globe's most realest still M16 rounds from 16s Blood money over here, cash rules daily Flip train, lay it down flat, call it a G language Keep flamin', sophisticated killers that's rich and famous For actin' like your bakery bakes stacks Get your cake snatched, and your pride too Money can't replace that Run but you can't hide The games that you play'll get you viewed by a coroner, coward This is my corner [Chorus: Raekwon] Come on, peace to my corner Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya And we ain't holdin' blame for ya Them niggas'll kill, forreal Come on, peace to my corner Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya And we ain't holdin' blame for ya Them niggas'll kill, forreal Ason Jones[Intro: Raekwon] Word, I miss you, I miss the God Word... a powerful brother, man, he was live [Verse 1: Raekwon] He was a powerful general The smell from his breath was Ballantine I think it was the year '89 He stayed the freshest, Polo boots Wallys with them colorful 'Lo gooses Coming from Medina, we boost We up in A&S, slipping and dipping to Bedstuy Native, he used to beatbox, thousands would listen Yo, that's before, the Wu got on Him and Allah Just' and RZA came to the Island one morn' A nigga could dance to slow music, outdrink any nigga On the benches, while we hitting reefer, he sold loosies Five-foot-seven, a legend was born, Russell 'Ason" Jones I know him for his braids and lessons A wise man with knowledge 120 Kept a flag on his chest A right hand, you quick, serving you Remy Yo, let's toast to the fallen, lost forgotten Aiyo, if niggas could hear me, then roll up some broccoli Ason, the heart of a lion, a purified mind The way he did it, with a mic and some wine I would never forget the days we used to sit back Days I be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo I just miss this nigga And now, I understand the meaning of love when I kiss the nigga [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard sample] My name is Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm saying? I don't hide nothing back. I barely—I mean, I come from a family, man, of poor welfare, you know what I'm saying? When I came out my mother's womb, I was on welfare, you know what I'm saying? So—So—So, it's like, you got to keep it real, know what I mean? [Verse 2: Raekwon] He had a heart of gold, intelligent soul from Day One Loud as the ferry, best friend was Mama Cherry Sweet lady, BK baby She taught Dirty how to cook, clean, singing the songs Say the old school dances and O.E., Ballantine, the wine We sip, while we sat with the O.G.'s Knowledge of self, good health The fortunes that came with the game had my brother insane It's like wealth ain't enough to live for But if you got love in your heart, just believe in yourself That was the Black man rap, baby Jesus in the black land Few jewelry pieces with his gold fangs, his fam ("Brooklyn Zoo!") you know my brother was ill The first dude to say, "Yo, keep it real" Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap professor Now, he with Allah, that's a blessing [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard sample] See, it's like, ok, where I come from In my neighborhood, my people know me You know what I'm saying? See, if I try to come any different They ain't gon' respect me no more You know what I'm saying? Because they -- you know people Got their thing about themselves, you know If you come from the neighborhood, you know what I'm saying? You couldn't, you couldn't get out the neighborhood But you could never take the neighborhood out of the people You know what I'm saying, but if you try to like jump and crossover To the other side, people won't understand that, and they don't like that That's why they don't be buying people music See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' keep it real You can't knock what's real, You know what I'm saying? We telling the truth, man Chinese Marines[Verse 1: Raekwon] Chinese marines, Jet black Beamers That Aston blue screen, I was part of the Teamsters Money hungry, yo meet the blingers Avenue gun holders, blow a nigga open, no demons All my niggas slinging Yeah, perpetual lifestyle, knife style, welcome to the cleaners Heavyweights, you gotta come see us You right, one knee us Welcome to the forest of the leaders All I do is take money, come beat us, invisible lead Start flying, lick the head, drop the ninas Left feeling lucky like a genius Play both sides like Serena, found dead in the steamers Real niggas won't talk, real as a roach Once the lights tone, Killa be Ghost In the new shit, light blue Pilwig Come through (you know we ain't do it) Rocket launcher out the window, you shoot [Verse 2: Havoc] Got killers in the Benzes, canine senses Everything covered from the exit to the entrance Dedicated goons understand it's high stakes Life out a nigga 'til his eyes dilate It's a cold world, surely weather with the V bombs and leathers With the fur on the collar, we 'bout major dollars See the hoes, they holla, when they eat us and swallow Cause we them dime dadas, get them top shoppers Eyes on us, death to those that lied on us And love forever for all my soldiers that cried for us I put my mind on it, relax, get high on it Y'all niggas ain't built, I was designed for it Lame niggas fall back in our presence Bow down to the king, when you see me, nah mean I ain't playing with you Yeah, you gonna take one for the team Fucking dog crying, ever seen a grown man scream [Verse 2: Prodigy] You tacky like head rest TVs Your value drop, you not worth these Bacon strips we gets, you stay broke We stay leaning in new red Rolls Smoke stack lightening, coming out the crack black window That's us getting high, letting things go We getting it, the money don't stop The beef don't cease, the drama gonna pop Soon as we step in the spot, shots on me Line 'em up, kill every single bottle they got Yeah The drama gonna pop like the pipe bomb I'm hyper, the son don't chill, Allah You get burned, try and dap me These hands are made for clapping A round of applause for that dumb ass rap beat Now, take a bath, stay your ass down You lift your head back up, I'm blowing brains out Black Mozart[Kung Fu sample] "Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you!" [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah You know how it go Fresh from the Stationary Hall of Justice Real rhyming Real movement, real life Word up, we just chilling Ten bottles of Krug on the wall Know what I'm saying? Straight up, for real Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go! [Hook: RZA & Tash Mahogany & Raekwon] You better get that money, no matter what you do Yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit Raw shit, secret indictment shit You gotta get that money and represent your crew Yeah, secret indictments Be careful, niggas, for real, let's go And keep it true [Verse 1: Raekwon] As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked Four in his pocket, a diamond'd-up chain and some coke Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator Near the cookies and the bundles of dope Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross All this paper, profit make her lay there and post With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar All I know, if you saw me, you thought I was broke, Black, yo I been hustling since niggas was busting guns And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOATs [Hook: RZA & Tash Mahogany & Inspectah Deck] You better get that money, no matter, what you do You gotta get that money, and represent your crew Yo RZA, you crazy, man! Ouuuu! This that "Black Mozart" shit right here (Ouuuu!) And keep it true [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped to the handlebars Fifty deep in the lobby, large, rocking camouflage Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front Fifth of Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt Just growing up, schooled by OGs, holding Os and up Daily, new drama unfold—"They popped him over what?" It's so rough—nobody know him, so what? "Ayo, the money's close by, homie, show me the stuff" Borough-hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners, and kicks City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks Like Friday night, cruise in the coupe, new volure suit Fruit-flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40-Deuce Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loop How they hit Ms. Fisher, they was busting that suit Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew Sipping passionfruit, Alizé, in back of The Ooh [Bridge: RZA] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bighead, I thought I told you We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders Bighead, I thought I told you We soldiers, boy, we soldiers [Hook: RZA & Tash Mahogany] You better get that money, no matter, what you do You gotta get that money, and represent your crew And keep it true Purple Brick Road[Hook: Stalking Gia] Forever may not exist But man do we got our moments Killing time, making a name Wasn’t about money or the fame Why hide the scars? It’s who we are It’s who we are [Verse 1: Raekwon] Purple cloths is on me, salute my presence DNA is worth a fortune but I've still seen a life of peasants I gave y'all style, taught you how to be fly, go 'head and grace the sky Gave you wings to soar like you ought to Forever may not exist in the flesh but my music will All praises due to the Most High With my toast, shocked the world, wasn't Casper when I said I came through when the roaster blow in half a Billy Goat Just because I'm living this life I'm accustomed to it Floating in them fly cars, damn I'm supposed to do it Pretty women fall in love with my expensive taste, luxury, lust Physical touch by this ace, handcuff 'em That's a no no 'cause I don't trust them far as I can throw those Gold diggin' vixens who's in love with the coco But fuck it, you know I'm here for this dough though Let's pop another bottle of Don and watch our gross grow I love it [Hook: Stalking Gia] Forever may not exist But man do we got our moments Killing time, making a name Wasn’t about money or the fame Why hide scars? It’s who we are It’s who we are [Verse 2: Raekwon] Clarity stones in my bracelets, watches and rings From a rich nigga's perspective you know what that brings Hatred, what do I do when I'm so used to shittin' on 'em Do I stop because a jealous ass coward wants me to Or do I go harder and buy more diamonds and blind his crew Fuck it, I guess I do that 'cause I love to make 'em blue Getting 'em bags, stayin' fly, stayin' high Do what I wanna, no more strugglin' just to get by Yes, fresher than a new born baby's ass New money, got my ex wishin' she was never in my past I laugh, enjoy these fruits from my labor But still feel the strain and pain that be from my labor Spent my time to achieve all of the fortune and fame And for myself makin' a name But deep inside I try to cover up the scars to be a shinin' star I guess that's just who we are [Hook: Stalking Gia] Forever may not exist But man do we got our moments Killing time, making a name Wasn’t about money or the fame Why hide scars? It’s who we are It’s who we are [Verse 3: G-Eazy] Forever may not exist but who else is as hot as this? I played the beat then I tried at this Cuban links on my neck and I just put a presidential on my wrist This year you haters gonna acknowledge this It's G-Rapo and Raekwon, told the homies this wouldn't take long My verses always just as real as the true story it's based on Chopped the blow on the table plenty times In the lines that she puts her face on And this is not by accident Anything can happen if you simply imagine it My OG put a torch to the blunt then he's passin' it Believe in something, stand for it or take a knee and stand like Kaepernick Anything to get the point across makin' a statement You'll only go as far as you take it 20 years later and we're still slappin' that purple tape shit Greatness so close I can taste it, face it [Hook: Stalking Gia] Forever may not exist But man do we got our moments Killing time, making a name Wasn’t about money or the fame Why hide scars? It’s who we are It’s who we are Marvin[Verse 1: Raekwon] April 2nd 1939, the stars is in line Divine intervention at it's own intention Birthed a gift, in this DC kid, he sung heavenly Good values and all and his father was in the ministry God fearing man with a mother that's so beautiful, the angels would serve her What's her name? It's Alberta This little boy quickly became a man From blowing in his father's church, to making his own band Called the Moonglows, sensational with his vocals That drove the ladies crazy, panties got thrown at his shows But he was far from happy, he wore a smile just to hide it Behind them doors him and his father constantly colliding [Hook: Cee Lo Green] Marvin, the sound of your voice Sets fire to my soul What a glory to behold Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how I just hope you're happy now [Verse 2: Raekwon] Destined for greatness, counting his blessings Young'uns struggling with pressures That the fact that his pops was a cross dresser But he still loved him, you know the bond between his son and father That only pushed him and forced him to sing harder His main man Harvey Fuqua gassed up his car Believed his sound And took him down to Motown y'all That's where it all happened Success in the palm of his hand But unfortunate the fame wasn't enough He wanted more out of life Took it further and found himself a wife Pretty Anna Gordy, she made his time sit still She was the cousin of Barry G, the founder of Hitsville Please pay attention because the story it gets ill Shit's real, trials and tribulations son's facing You gotta play the cards you're dealt Ain't no telling what life deals Death will cause you to have night chills Enough to keep a nigga bothered Especially when the negatives start coming from your father [Hook: CeeLo Green] Marvin, the sound of your voice Sets fire to my soul What a glory to behold Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how I just hope you're happy now [Verse 3: Raekwon] Money, women and drugs came into play Now wouldn't you know, there goes another happy home down the drain That night life had him speeding through hell Scarred by the death of Tammi Terrell Couldn't believe it, he spiraled downhill Secluding himself, from the music and the press He was sick and really getting depressed Time passed so he bounced back on track New and improved Even got himself a new wife too Everything is on the up and up, got his act together Spiritually he claims, you could see the glow up on this fella Tried to make amends with his father But the hatred is too strong, revolver in his palm The warning that death was close His mother screaming out "Honey don't do it!" One shot to the chest made Marvin lose fluids April 1st he died on the spot the scene was so horrific How a father could kill his own son defines wicked [Hook: CeeLo Green] Marvin, the sound of your voice Sets fire to my soul What a glory to behold Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how I just hope you're happy now [Outro] Marvin Marvin It's the sound of the music Marvin Marvin Marvin Shaolin vs Wu Tang[Kung-fu sample] Master! *sounds of fighting* Toad style.. hmmph The Shaolin deliberately tried to use the Lord To learn our Wu-Tang sword fighting! The Shaolin would never do that! Wouldn't you? The Shaolin have always looked down at us Are you afraid the Wu-Tang would become more famous than you? You? So you used your Shaolin poison to set up my master and deliberately frame me! That's nonsense! It's not nonsense! I saw it myself! Nonsense! The Shaolin have nothing to fear from the Wu-Tang but our swordfight [Intro: Raekwon] Aiyo! Come on! Let go of the ratchet, son, come on, let's go! Come on! [Raekwon] Villagers, gangstas, pillagers, paintbrush New whips, blue fifths, Louis Shallah, bitch Ostrich turtlenecks, the Chef, already reps Lean off the petty jets, we buy the very best Outfits, powerful rich, pouncers, camel clips One bump, two lumps, the shotgun, the new jumps With flying bird, buying herb, new kick, designer birds She on, and we up, let's re-up, and free'd up Jakes hate it, Rae made it, Clientele, we gon' sell You gon' starve, he gon' jail, night boots, swim with whales Better snub, surgical leather gloves, never loved We gon' kill, take it to the Hill, we forever real Old records, old luggage, you ill with no rugged You shoot and we spray, kill off them old buzzards We love it, can't stand it, you hid, the The Wu Manual We found it, stay grounded, we will, we still scrambling [Kung-fu sample] Hold your fire! You two traitors! You've mixed the Shaolin and Wu-Tang No, we have not, it's just that they're the same That's right, my Lord You misunderstand our kung-fu work It doesn't belong to anybody, IT EVOLVES! Kill 'em! [Raekwon] The wrist lifter, the grave sitter, babysitter The jar twister, open the vault, call your sister The Pyrex, the up in the five, live as Twister Blunt rolling, only a robe on, some whiskers Knee slapper, the gat packer, blackjacker Extortionist, friendly as fuck, Bob and Back-lur Ones folder over the stove, gold rover The gear dresser, the chop bagger, Marvin Haggler Rap stabber, eat you alive, gold tarantula Sixteen paces and shit, hold the heckler Pimp style, Axel Foley, stolen Rolly All ya niggas that know me, ya'll owe me [Kung-fu sample] I don't give a damn! Listen Hahaha, And I'll kill anyone, who dares to go against... Pit Bull Fights[Raekwon] Pit bull fights, niggas is bustin the lights Undercovers gettin killed for drugs - yo Fiends is basin, runners is licensed to fight Young gangstas chase sneakers and snubs - and yo Elevator's broken, pissy stairwells and shells Old men gossip with tales, you know? Police burners with bodies on 'em, bury 'em Worry for minutes then we fire them (blaow!) I see firemen, ambulances, narcotic mansions So melodic, rock chronic, pop tonic scramblin See all these niggas into gamblin - yo Just give me square feet, uniquely I'm handlin niggas Done danced with niggas, plus yo, threw niggas in vans Left him on trains, his veins got ham in 'em Take a message, he ran, it was a quarter to four plan He had me on the floor with my man We both drugged out, scholars with grams Tri-colored rocks, follow the hands, full sorrow in plans Make one false move you blam Eh yo take the globe right out of ya land We broke out in Iran [Hook: Polite] Eh yo it's eight million stories in the city Niggas actin' shifty, Ice Water back on the grizzly Brand new handgun that hold about fifty It's a new boss in town like Mauseberg Mickey Eight million stories and six is from the hood A real live hustler up to no good They needed more yae-yo to ease they habit They said we fell off, the streets don't believe you faggots! [Raekwon] Where all the wolves live, sub-machine guns and big beamers Yo circle the crib, you see teamsters that try you again Little niggas is blind, the nines fly out and slap a few men That's mine, let up off 'em again Take seventy more shots, the remedy, Wu through the fence This bench God, lays in gents Eh yo pop the head off right under the tents This is more current events, pay attention The legend is here, as long as you know him he coffins ya men What? Bulletproof pimps, big hammers, multiple flips As long as it's bread, you know you was hit Eh yo let that stack get rinsed Play the back, sharp as a fuck, ownin' my own shit Grown niggas get moments to vent Give 'em the real Lex Diamond Story, welcome 'em in Masters of Our Fate[Chorus: Audio Sample] Now we are the masters of our fate That the task that which has been is, is not above our strength That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance As long as we have faith in our cause And unconquerable will power Salvation will not be denied us! Salvation will not be denied us! Salvation will not be denied us! We are the masters of our fate! As long as we have faith And unconquerable will power Salvation will not be denied us! [Verse 1: Raekwon] The time has come, I just begun, this is designer rum My wallet got flowers on it, killer cowards from milan The stolen land where gold chains control a man 300 holdin hands, stolen grams I play the fan, and wave and leave that nigga for dead, or should I save him? Spittin out phlegm, no, just grave him I remember days I used to work for niggas, eat jerk with niggas Buyin whippids, laughing at jokes and try to flip Clip is loyal, fly spoil on the block, display royal Even though we go back to royals, black oils Live as ever, can’t tell me nothing Whatever this thing of ours is empowered by my niggas who pumping 24 hours of sling motion, wave brush Ya'll knew my hair was the ocean Running through the building just nego-tion Some of the creeps knew me very well Knew he would sell, knew he was potent [Chorus: Audio Sample] Now we are the masters of our fate That the task that which has been is, is not above our strength That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance As long as we have faith in our cause And unconquerable will power Salvation will not be denied us! [Verse 2: Black Thought] Ok, bridges I burned some, lessons I learned some Money I spend some, lent some, earned some My eyes tell a tale of the hell I returned from Spark up a L for the homies I haven't heard from Burn when the urge come I’m living lurge(large) Never chilling on the curb, just a villian on the verge, son My tenth shot is as official as the third one Second one, first one Worse come, the worst run When I was pushed out of the womb the earth spun The only way to describe this is inertia Some rappers think they could try me, Who the first up? I don’t guarantee no survivers, nigga surfs up Yeah, soul on ice, courage and sacrifice, hold on tight And save your laughter for the afterlife These chumps thinkin they good, ain't even half as nice Your fate will be a one-way ticket to paradise [Chorus: Audio Sample] Now we are the masters of our fate That the task that which has been is, is not above our strength That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance As long as we have faith in our cause And unconquerable will power Salvation will not be denied us! Salvation will not be denied us! In the words of the [?] He shall not be afraid of evil tidings His heart is fixed, rafting in the Lord Marble Cake (Freestyle)[Hook] Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dollar dollar bill y'all [Verse] Check the jewelry set Mixed with Perignon and champagne collection Wine rack, 18 karat, check the desk Press that button right there, grab a Beck's Legendary alive Silks on frontin' at LIV, still the flyest Black Gatti seats violent Wu pirate, boo pilot, check the nigga drive out Realer shits, they whip me Keep it real, dealerships, they dig me Dungaree bling, monster king Walk through the joint, get praised like Jah rollin' weed Leathers in all flavors Taught niggas how to get fly and flip spaceships Rock mad diamonds and strive, see the bracelet Ask Ghost where the evil come from, don't say shit Caesar's, no skeezers I could get you barred from Europe, no visas Take a little piece of your world, change your season Put a fresh tech to your face, now squeeze this Peace to my nigga 40 Sixty others keep it a buck, what's real? Call me Fila suits, day one, just a shorty Eat skirt stakes with snakes, Gore-teezys Yes, Gore-tex, techs techs My niggas shoot up the complex Rae's so complex That's right, it's so gracious when a don flex He 'bout checks, feedin' his seeds and family Swiss accounts, livin' in Whistler with the good stuff Sit back and wrote, 20 years later A GOAT now, Capricorn killer on the float Night trips while niggas is sleep I live in a pillage, where niggas cook coke up all week But that's not my lingo, ain't bumpin' no heads like Ochocinco Rather be in Santa Domingo On a beach, newspaper callin' with a few shakers Barbecue wings with a few neighbors Huntin' gear, tryin' to shoot gators Yeah, put 'em on and chop up a few blazers Back to the culture, luxury things that's leanin' Me and my team gon' stay feinin' FILA comin', y'all, we cleanin' Now what's the meanin'? Remember this [Hook] Molasses[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, legend man, what’s the prognosis, great minded? Ain’t nothin', just swimmin' in life you know It’s all good and shit man, word up man So yo, you go around the corner You got nourishment over there, waiting for you, man The other dude, youknowhatimsayin’ Tell U Bar Allah, I said, what’s good Who was up in the spot last night [Raekwon] Word to the gold Panameras and to the wood grain in my Lambo I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds Crew cuts, the older niggas, the game rumors, just the same goons When niggas catch visions for killing capos Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt She copped it for me, bought it in Rwanda See demon schemin', niggas get live in the Beacon I’m shaw to shank shit up like Morgan Freeman Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up We sell love slingin' like Siemens, the snort-able Beemers They love callin' niggas names out, you screamin' Feds try to trap us and plus tap us, niggas’ll grab us Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups Catch me at the Stephen King mansion With four of my Branson niggas With me, me and Britney, a dancer Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it I’m like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short Baggin' dope up in the backseat, your package's walk Holdin' my girl wedding ring, she Medellin Name is Beretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth we cut from Is straight from a rich nigga, greedy [Hook: Raekwon] Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches Army coats on, playing the benches Getting paper, sly, that’s the motto, intelligent goons Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow [Rick Ross] It's the Vacheron Don! Su Wu-Tang! Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females The watch mother pearl with the seashells Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up Twitter thug, I’m the timeline strangler Get ‘em up, banging dangerous as angel dust Cuban Linx smokin' stink in the Brink’s trunk I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers I give a fuck what you talking ’bout Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out Sparkin' purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurpin' Fly away in my new, Scaglietti surfin' [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows Bottles of Krug The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty-eights With bald-heads, all live wires Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime We just left Un’s, straight up And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaurds Brought a Dairy Queen to Queens right next to Lowes IMAX Theatres Astoria Waldorf Philip Drummond suite, pretty young thing suckin' my balls off Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed Silk drawers, fronting in my key-lime pie Wallo's And I still got a half a ki indeed, Frank Lucas shit Hid it in coffins, flying over seas And if you ever try to ruin my knight I’ma make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite Shot caller, laying in big lofts Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killing like Orca Daytime hawker, a nasty street author Me, Rae and Rick, uzi’d out in the porches Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal I’ma Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect I hunt you down Ain’t a muthafuckin' crew we can’t run through [Hook] [Outro: Raekwon] Army shit, nigga Camouflage, gorilla shit, nigga You know what it is, man Yo, Lex, talk, yeah Where ya man at Let’s go Stay together, my nigga This Is What It Comes Too[Intro] Get the fuck up out the spot nigga Burn that nigga feet up man This nigga in here man Fuck this nigga doin' b Fat kid get washed off by fiends you wild ass Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man Sheep skin socks ass nigga right here b What the hell is goin' on man? Light that nigga feet up son, c'mon man [Verse 1] I done blacked out, no man is safe, ya' crew is cornered Why did you think you could step over me? I'm too enormous Plus I heard you an informant, call Bruce, tell em' roll out the plastic I'm about to catch a body on this No threat, khazer, I don't make those Soak my bullets in cyanide, so when they touch ya' that's a case closed Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll Hoes, I don't chase those, too much drama wit' em' That alone I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch feelings I'm on some old goldie shit chillin' Business man baby, stay producin' them dollar signs Line for line I'm dope, don't mix me with Quinine When the spike hit em' they flat line, period One word to describe my grind, son, I'm serious Shank doctor with choppers, rainin' on ya militants Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealin' shit [Hook] This what it comes to, wild'n like a western Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare This what it comes to, wild'n like a western Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare [Verse 2] I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please Above the law break, beat cases, don't cop pleas I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash I'm a star, you a Starburst sweeter than fruit No kinda background, claimed killer, then who did you shoot? Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps Shit is real over here, til' we blast on Satan Take trips in and outta the country, turn dark clouds to sunny I'm livin' good, my paper got me comfy You in the hood talkin' bout you wanna war with me I get your projects shot down while your land lord sleep Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions You a killer then show me, if not, then meet my savages The general, I'll have my goons tear up your establishment [Hook] This what it comes to, wild'n like a western Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare This what it comes to, wild'n like a western Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare About Me[Intro: Busta Rhymes & Raekwon] Aiyo, Shallah, what up? Yeah, you know how we do it Turn me up, kid, let's get it popping Crazy, let's go get 'em killa Yo Dre, good looking on this coke, man This shit is official [Verse 1: Raekwon] Ayo, it's back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes Rocking wild animals on jackets are sickening Hear me? From here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this Broad day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is crispy Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae stuck in position Bout to flame broil his coke and get busy What? Politics, pop collars and drive violent whips Stay fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, honor it Sit back, yelling it's nothing, unless his buttons get pressed We don't stress nothing, we only get dressed Stretched out, moving professional, frying more fish I heard it in slurs, them niggas is blessed While we ball to the maximum, give me the floor, for real I show off and let my money get stretched Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels Few wolves with medals on, you know we get test [Hook: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes] Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homie, uh Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black, come on Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke, yeah Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah, yeah I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Here comes the, a lethal presentation taking you places you never been Deadlier than the combination of coke and heroin I see the weakness in most of you niggas that be hollering So I toned it down, so these words be piercing your lower obdomen What I meant to say abdomen, keep on listening and following While I'm ditecting a German, hateful niggas, chicks be swallowing And if you look funny to me, and there's a problem then I put you under an ultraviolet light or a halogen As if I was busy deciphering counterfeit dollars and Hoes in like some kind of Biblical figure, King Solomon Hah, just for the record, what we do is essential While I captivate the masses and keep the moments eventful Doc Dre, Bust, Shallah Rae, see the vision? Most you niggas still in disbelief, just came into fruition now Pop the cork up off this bottle and you pour it So euphoric, document this moment, shit is so historic [Hook: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes] Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homie, uh Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black, come on Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke, yeah Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah, yeah I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Raekwon] King of kings spit blood, all on my apron Wash a nigga's face with the MAC, smoke them like Steak Umm's Yeah my dynasty's brolic for real, we hunt, eat, catch the rat Blow his waist, float in the stream You know we all-pro with it, anti auto-tune Boom, my flow fire, sit by the stove, hit it Real niggas, official as listeners, gangstas and visitors Step in the shit, we all prisoners Might take the hammer from you, know I'm the animal Rock a spur fur hat, no niggas in sandals, boo Everyday get money and dress rugged, these are the times Keep a nine on you, blow off in public And I will surely feed my niggas the streets Cop the hottest things to get, and haters they can eat and then preach And while it go down, worldwide, this the team, this the theme Me, Dre, Rhymes, my money makers is mean, what? [Hook: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes] Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homie, uh Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black, come on Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke, yeah Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah, yeah I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah Pyrex Vision[Intro: Raekwon] Niggas got me the behind the pot again, but yo "Fuck, with your pot again?" [Verse: Raekwon] The Pyrex is bubbling, the stove is broke Fuck it, use the flame from the oven, the famous dozen Bout to hit the streets, they buzzing Break it down, yo, chop it like he raided your luggage Major yellow shit in the pot, struggling Tryna form a rock up, and double it, and call up my cousin "What up beloved?" Stab it, tilt and twirl, spit in it Plus, put a little bit of milk in—the fiends love it Sat back, confident in comfort, the light blew out All I see is all white stuff, suds in it Four hundred razors in a bucket, seventy plates We thinking ten mil a man—nigga, fuck it It's on, get the baking soda, dump it How many niggas'll pump to get eighty more? Get it jumping Live by the code, and we thumping Nigga, take this Fuck around and taste a flake: "Bitch, you drunk it" It's all in the eyes of the hungry It's all for the wise and the humbly, their eyes came upon me Cold Outside[Kung Fu sample] "We do have to fear him The Shaolin faces a crisis And one of the factors will be the Wu-Tang Clan" "I just wish he was here now..." "So we must all be prepared" [Intro: Raekwon & Suga Bang Bang] Damn Them niggas over there, man Whoa, ho Feds been on them niggas all fucking year, son What I'm gonna deal when it's cold outside? Look: the nigga's in a bag right now High, high They zipping a nigga off, son Right Ah, ah, oh, whoa, oh It's co-oh-oh-oh-oh-old Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh [Hook: Suga Bang Bang] When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice (Yeah) When it's cold outside (Yeah), and the rain turn to ice (Yeah) [Post-Hook: Suga Bang Bang] Said mama's out here flipping out, shots just going off Somebody laid out, little kids smoking weed Drive-bys every day, wonder what's going on Here outside with my motherfucking AK [Break: Suga Bang Bang] Oh, ho What I'm gonna deal when it's cold outside? High, high Ah, ah, oh, oh Whoa, whoa It's co-oh-oh-oh-oh-old, hey [Verse 1: Raekwon] Religious with hammers, fakes get jammed up Cakes get battered, coming through to get it, them transactions Blood-stinking fiends, machine guns, cannons and teams Baking sodas, gold Rovers and gophers Land in every project, sex, lies, murderous reps Back to cassettes, vets dying on steps What's really taking place in them hoods? Heads get clapped for trap Don't fuck with my mind, I'm strapped Off with your dome for fronting on me Last two Ls, I seen visions of dead males and more sales Real-life stories is made, and candles got blazed For little young soldiers shot by them strays Pigeons and goons surviving in prisons 'Cause divisions, they separating, laying cocoons And they can't wait to come home soon While bodies get found in lobbies Chopped up, decaying in rooms [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] They found a two year old, strangled to death With a "Love Daddy" shirt on in a bag on the top of the steps Police blowing niggas, NARCs and judges Me and son had beef, I had to murk him, we supposed to be brothers 'Cause he came home fronting, feeling like that I owe him something Cause I'm getting money, drive a little something-something Lanae got AIDS, with five kids smoked out House is brick, bills haven't been paid in days Her Brooklyn man's a molestor, court case, and the crime's raising Swastikas on the church, they Satan Holiday season is here, and I'm vexed Who the fuck made Christmas up? I'm fucking broke, it ain't making no sense Newports are $7.50, a box of Huggies is off the meat rack She's back, thirty days, she relapsed Our troops need to leave Iraq And rap niggas need to go on strike so we can get more cash 'Cause... [Hook: Suga Bang Bang] When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice [Post-Hook: Suga Bang Bang] Said mama's out here flipping out, shots just going off Somebody laid out, little kids smoking weed Drive-bys every day, wonder what's going on Here outside with my motherfucking AK [Break: Suga Bang Bang] Oh, ho What I'm gonna deal when it's cold outside? High, high Ah, ah, oh, oh Whoa, whoa It's co-oh-oh-oh-oh-old, hey Sneakers[Produced by Pete Rock] [Intro] I'm not payin' 140 for them (Size 8-and-a-half) I'm tellin' you—I'm only payin' 90 (That's what you keep spendin' your money on) Yeah That's for real [Verse 1] Ayo, ayo, who wear it all, I'm an Adidas freak Multi-thousand pair of sneak freak Real fly physique that'll look yea , fat watch , live footwear Have the white folks displaying my gear C'mon son let's keep it movin right footwear , check out my book yea Stop, look, stand and you stuck but don't stare Come aboard now, we got the Georgetowns, it's on now So many phat styles, make a kid's head fall out Yo Filas, those too, paw, I'm supposed to Always keep it real with the selection , holdin you Prince black Jordans, K-Swiss gear, remember Lottos? Stash mad bottles, in the fence ooh Diadora I need to place me an order , slow your speed down Buyin food for your daughter Stan Smiths, handlin whips, gravel pits, travel fox yo Ready to cop more shit CHORUS 2X: [Various scratches that refer to sneakers] [Verse 2] Fly royals , got love for, 'member Asics? We do the basics Stood out , slide em on , taste it wild lace in these Sauconys and Ponys Keep it real , heav set , head set , Spa built mix With Le Coq velour shit Black Mutombos , Columbo on the set , internet Plus Pumas and Patricks, Air Firenza, switch up the black shit Green Huaraches, unattached shit, 575 blue bals , New Bals Bo Jacksons, gray and black, ready to throw my hands flashin Ewings, Barkleys, Lex you's an entertainer, forget Air Cross Trainer Free container, Polos, Mark 5s and Ellesses, the fly pieces Shit be on the back mad features Hoyas, Cortez in the tonic, feeling bionic Design it with my fly garments, what up CHORUS 2X Never Can Say Goodbye[Intro] Light up, light up, light up I got this, chill [Verse 1] Ay yo, cooling Ankle bracelets on in the matrix High-powered rifle on the block in them spaceships Meet my girl Pearl, a fiend with a face-lift Throw me 76 dime, Chef you stay crisp Ordering steaks at Tads, a young bucket, it's plaid Got me rimming while I'm bagging up halves And my Mother was in gangs back then, kinda strange back then Strictly fair ones, the game got grim Cousins slanging chiba, uncles is drunk, aunts is wild Old folks crowd around, sniffing blow in the clouds I'm going off now, tell me why I'm selling work in the town now, is it so I wanna let you know Cause if it was real you would've been right there To see the whole team rallied up and going to wear Just a fly 'partment near Canal, just like Mr. Chow Chinese gangsters there; they don't give a fuck Eating duck staring at us, nigga's pulling pistols out Let em know yo, we know what we wearing wild Now we friends wow, checking the Benz out Take the back room in style, you could fuck in there Yeah sixteen, smelling my piss More money, yo we warriors so don't get it twisted This the real yo, tell me why It started out in the field yo, is it so I wanna let you know [Hook x2] My testimony is real, a day like that Never can say goodbye girl Never can say goodbye yo Never let you go girl No no no, no no no, no no no, no no [Verse 2] Ay yo classy, big chains the jewelry was nasty Real fly, official, no fugazi, fly tissue Dressed to kill, we Hill, now walk through the mill Better rock cluttered pockets, can you jump in the wells Crack business, plus stack business, equals gat business Cause everybody smell when your mack whistles Big bear minks and long-johns, links and long bombers Half-moon Caesars and more ganja The bars from yesterday Got me thinking excel through life Get glow through the bester-years Tell me why I'm gonna let you know, is it so [Hook x2] Catalina[Sample from 'The Killer'] Where is he? Concentrate on the job, don't disturb the doctor [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, word up Who said we ain't the definition of exclusive shit? Real rap, you know Yeah, this is multi expensive rap here, brother Word up, time to recreate the power You know what it is, man, nothing but gangsta shit, baby Let's go Doc, I need that prescription Aiyo, aiyo [Verse 1: Raekwon] I grew up on the foul side, nickel bag vial side Purple tops, two for fives I had seven grams, outside with my eleven mans On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands Running up and down fire escapes, NARCs coming Jump in the window, let your Nikes fly, hide the flakes Guess up in the Hill it was real to me What a nigga would of did if you steal from me All my life around drug niggas, villains who want millions Niggas with them hoodies on, with techs in the building Mad fiends, bags of green, Gillette razors Fly neighbors, all live blazers, designer jeans That's why we live, niggas need shit in they crib Go broke, you gonna rope you a vic' It's just full-time stragglers, niggas try to take your place And smile in your face, but still and all backstabbers [Hook: Lyfe Jennings w/ ad-libs] I was trying to get home Leave a couple mil' to my kids when I'm gone Nigga, that ain't cologne, it's the smell of this money I was trying to get home Cuz I don't know when my karma gon' catch up I don't know when the toilet gon' back up And put me in some shit, that I can't get out of [Verse 2: Raekwon] Come on, bags of money, trying to stay rich and fly Keep it cool, silks and dungarees Crew glasses and food, grilled salmon trying to make a move Those who knowing they be dapping they dudes How it do, blow a lot of cruise, stay in the cut Pacing, from here to L.A., and Hawaii and Cuba Blew new uzi too, serial numbers is brail So when you rub against it feel all twos Now I'm with some special niggas Next level niggas with rubble bezzles Who drive Exeleros with jewels Brolic boots on, olive Goose, calamari soups and noodles That spell out, ya'll niggas the truth What it is baby boy, reclining in the big Benz La-Z-Boy, ends uped, lenses on, chips a'hoy Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue And cock blocked but can't stop the official, what [Hook x2: Lyfe Jennings w/ ad-libs] I was trying to get home Leave a couple mil' to my kids when I'm gone Nigga, that ain't cologne, it's the smell of this money I was trying to get home Cuz I don't know when my karma gon' catch up I don't know when the toilet gon' back up And put me in some shit, that I can't get out of [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, for real, man Word up, we gon' keep it official We gon' make sure ya'll get that raw shit man, yeah Compliments of my niggas, yeah, yeah, Dre This is powerful, baby, we gon' take 'em there, man Locomotive, bulletproof fly shit, let's go The Table[Intro: Raekwon (Masta Killa)] Moët got me acting like a fucking goat in here Yo god, remember back in the days god? When we came a long way and shit, man (no question) We supposed to be blessing each other On our physical days and shit, you know what I'm saying? It's like basically, I wanna hit my family with like land and all that Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dun [Verse 1: Raekwon] Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators The whole configuration stacking paper Yo we do this, on the low though If so, we running John Dolo First thing, you need if you don't know We carry cause it's a real world, show and prove In ill words, all my herbs know the slurge Dress nasty like fuck, keep my bird on the job yo You got to straighten up Do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that Bust my gat to throw gear on her back Damn son, why she taking you through that? She's a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we Wising up, take care of home bases Then we slide to another part and start more hatred Life is sacred - the other side of that paw, you lie naked Clothes in the box, go 'head take it Flash back Jew status Salute moms and get ya boots splattered Batting average, your moms had it Just a broke young dumb, full of cum ready to haunt something Takes something of yours, here you want something Growing up around fifteen Watching how the big niggas rolling wit big cream Big schemes Quick to flash your gat, laser beam Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my niggas leave Some be saying "Let em breathe" The others wanna deceive How we gonna make it if we don't achieve? Right now, catch it from a vertical degree yo We starting showing our asses, committing burglaries One got caught, threw us all off Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk Wondering how the sword talk, did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York? Kept the waves spinning on the cross, of course Come back a little cutty endorse Risked it for his kids the pain is lost We sitting back on a better note, yelling "Peace god I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable" The Robbin Hood of the hood Sit back, it's all good Won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood, ha ha [Interlude: Masta Killa] I make knowledge born to save self, you know? Who gon' live it, gon' live it Be is to be a born, know what I mean? [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays Carving by nine swordsmen To a needle point of perfection It's a blessing to deliver this lesson While traveling the planet, extending development And vote for the mind Never ended we now send it long-winded Descended infital, Bobby Digital Abbot of the Shaolin 'Isle Where knowledge and wisdom Of the original sword style begin Birth of the Wu-Tang Clan Sonny’s Missing[The Killer sample] "Then who will beat him?" "I don't know. You know I can't reveal that sort of thing to you" "Well, I haven't got my money yet" [Intro: Raekwon] Head splash, caught him... (Eight million stories or something) Yeah, eight million stories, nigga (Yo yo yo, yo) Word up From them hard streets of Norfolk (Stop fucking around, man) Motherfucker, to New York All over the world, nigga We win All day, every day, nigga (Put that shit away, nigga) You bitch-ass nigga, watch what happens Check the shit, yo, ayo, ayo (Get on it man, for real) [Verse: Raekwon] They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the building He had a mask on, four-five, "Why did you kill him?" It was supposed to happen, clicked the shit back "Yo, this is the deal, you get on the floor and lay in the grass" Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the kush "I see you out here, your name's real, can't let you get touched" He had a team, Japanese fiend, all of them greened down Cheeba lit, blood on his Adidas was thick One second homie, walked over, weapon was boney Long-nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his Roley (Damn, nigga) "Where the blow shorty?" Shorty start smiling, "Y'all niggas is puss" "Yo, Lex, these niggas, ain't vets, they gush" ("Fuck that!") Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, broken teeth Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and took all his weed ("Gimme that!") Untied him, he fell, legs weak, and son wouldn't tell Now it gets deep, son start falling asleep They woke him back up, smacked him with the Mac, "Where ya slut?" "I heard you copped a new Beamer and them glasses is rough" They was the Furla joints, eighteen karats, bought 'em right in Brazil He had the steel on him, niggas went savage They had him spread out, T position, opened his jeans up ("Oh shit, this nigga had a gun on him!") Shot him in the leg-bone, he rose up like Kung Tut ("Ahh!") Still riffing, this why for real my niggas'll still get it All of us yelling, "He ill wit it" Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on Them shits was nine hundred Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons wanted it Champion hoodie was gone They broke his neck in like five places Pushed him down the rail and then skinned his face [Outro: Raekwon] Yo, chill, nigga, chill Police, police The bullhorn... *sirens wailing* [Skit: Raekwon (all voices)] —Ayo, son, niggas better start flushing the fucking toilet, man. Better stop leaving ya dirty fucking Fila hoodies around, man. You, man! Stop it, man! —Yo, son, ayo, they just fucking killed this nigga, my nigga! Hit this nigga in the back of his fucking head, man. The nigga whole fucking head disintegrated, nigga. It's a hundred police outside right now, man. They running through the building, man —Yo, listen, B. Ayo! Y'all niggas gotta shut the fuck up, man. Then you wonder why niggas be getting busted? Man, y'all niggas is yelling, man. We in the back cooking, B. Come on, man.. What the fuck? Langston, go to the store. I'm stilling waiting for the baking soda, man 1,2 1,2[Produced by Scoop DeVille] [Verse 1: Raekwon] If I ain't rockin' emeralds and Bentleys, I'm coolin' in Poughkeepsie Me, shorty, new Glock 40, and some bent weed Ridin' the married boots, take care of me, sincerely I'm Israeli, machettes is cris, swish some Baileys Snuggled up, mink on, call it a cover up Just like two murders in the hood, I'mma double up The rap surgeon fix the game up, crack merchant Everything I sell is well, my shit is that worthy GATs that come up out the ceiling with the beam on it Chinese Queen, Parasuco jeans on her Rock long jeans, known for throwing blings on her I stay king, by any means scream on it nigga [Interlude] Come on, let's go nigga Word up, close the door to the Aston nigga Yo, get out the, take that shit out the ash tray man [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Do you remember a real gang member? Choppin' til he timber, December to December Never stoppin', too busy poppin' off lead in the heat Clownin' ass all around him, they crown him the Dogg Father Glock hot, crock pot on the block with a chef Out of bounds on the grounds with a hole in your chest Invest in back in feedback, gorilla the west Take a whiff of me, spliff, till it fill up my chest Convertible with the Cadillac, mackin' the mack With some Roscoe's Chicken in my lap, imagine that I'm groovin' down Sunset Boulevard No harm, no foul, no body guard [Interlude 2] Yo, stop right there man You don't know what you're doin' man Chill, chill, let them handle that man for real [Verse 3: Raekwon] Chill yo, the movie is scary Take off the sheep skin shotty Nigga make a move, and don't dare me I'm blessed with these million dollar hands, I'm like poker Niggas screw they motherfuckin' face, so what? Guns are collected, flips perfected Boats flying in, every brake's inspected The clique's connected, everybody wrist and neck lit Two shots of Cisco, let's slip Post like Scarface and Sosa with my memosa All that motion, see my billiongs posted and roastin' See my villains most of them roastin' Freshmen chickens get close in 'em Make one move, she buyin' me the Ghost in it [Interlude 3] Pass the dutchie You know what it do man We in Wonderland huh [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] Stealth but get loud like a space shuttle Catch a case, a motherfuckers got a place for you And it's 100 brothers like you that's cold with the Typhoo Slang and things and buck 50 with the jinzu Draw that line, flip that dime, spit that nine Homie this Crip on mine Thought you knew We cold crushin' bum rush the chef, it's my nephew The king of the west too, niggas to test you Let your next move be your best move Ja bless you 1,2 1,2 what you gone do when we come through? 1,2 1,2 [Outro] Slim Thick (Remix)[Produced By: Mick Schultz & DJ Mustard] [Verse 1: Fabolous] Sometimes I like slim, sometimes I like thick Sometimes I combine and I like them slick Them slick probably went over your head Couldn't lay up, I just went over for head Made a change of plans, when she bent over the bed Now she on the balcony, pinned over the ledge Been a few days but I sent over some bread It can get rough with tuition and rent over your head Not the same hoes to rescue anybody But a nigga knows what stress do to the body And no they see me on the best shoot buzzing naughty Shit be looking fresh like shoes and Bugatti's And I don't know why you been in high heels But I swear we all on one And if you do know that man, girl I be like, where you know 'em from You so slick, so small, curvy Teeth all pearly, hair all curly When it's time for it, you look all girly Never look tired, but you wake up all early Hit the gym, to keep it toned up Progress, keep picking your phone up Ah shit, waist getting smaller, niggas all on Instagram Like damn I need to call her [Hook: Jeremih & Fabolous] That body perfect in my eyes No matter what they say, everything lookin' just fine You got that blessin' in disguise You Wouldn't know it, girl you got me Thim slick girls get me every time Thim slick girls could get every dime [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Damn, you got a fat lil' pussy Meatloaf gangsta, real good nookie Only love hard rocks, tough lil' cookie Leave a nigga balls all blue like a tookie Yeah pretty walnut skin, pistachio an guinness, got me 4 nuts in I record what is dome busting Stay going raw on Forbes Hustling The ass in the kitchen, hash for the Simson Butt naked clean up my gun and you're all vintage You loaded it up, cocked over the sink Cock in my hand, while I'm pouring your drink Yo, yo watch how you hold that lady Eighteen hundred grand hammers, I'mma throw that baby Flying through the city in the old ack navy While he green peril with caves in the state key Now bouncing your butt up, milf queen vadge better built We can make love real slow cuz it's better felt Yeah surely murder that thing as we slept that night away I had to swerve out of king Off the chain work out chick that do yoga Leg over her head, finger in her chocha That's my type of chick Ride or die body, ride body, yo' them are slick [Hook: Jeremih & Fabolous] Return of the North Star"North Star" Excerpt [Popa Wu] See, the way to evil Balance equality in no man For no man is good and bad at the same time Either he's good, or he's bad Return of the North Star [Popa Wu] Mmm... Yeah. Damn. Yo, Rae, that's you, baby? Damn, man. I heard all these things about you, man. Boy, I heard you been doing your thing, man. Wait, wait, let me tap them pockets, man, them pockets fat? You know I'ma get mine. Yo, Rae, baby, check this out. Yo, we done went through so many trials and tribulations, man, it's a shame, man. But you know, I told you what the—who the Devil is, man. Always watch them people who lie to you. Them people try and cheat you, man, out your money, I told you, you ain't let me cheat you out your money, shiiiit, man, what? And you gon' let another nigga cheat you out your money, boy, are you crazy? Aight, watch the tricks, baby. 'Cause the trick is a liar, and a liar is a thief. Trust me, baby. You understand? Now, give me a couple hundred, man. Time to go do my thing, nigga. I'm going on the road. When you get—When you—Yo, I already had the vision. Yo, Rae, I had a vision. I seen you, man, at the—at Madison Square Garden. And I just came through, and you said "Yo!" And it was real, son, and you took the world by storm. They didn't understand it, 'cause they didn't see that far. They couldn't see the forest from the tree. But Rae, I'ma tell you, it's your time, man. Go get that paper, man, you understand? Get that paper, man, 'cause it belong to you, man. Allah is the God, trust—keep Allah in your heart, brother, and you won't fail. Trust me. Always remember" "How far did thou travel? Thou travel as far as the dimension he could see." What you see? That's all I can say, baby. Watch the liar, watch the cheat, and watch the thief [Raekwon] —We need more pine, we need more pine, man. Stop playing —Damn, King. We just severed this other nigga, man. Slipped this nigga real quick. This nigga need a zip —What up, nigga? Yeah, man, chill, stick around for a minute, man, there's a lot of money downstairs. Tryna get a lot of fold ups, captain. It's all real, lay the roof, I'll meet you there in a minute —Portuguese have this. Word up, man. Papi Jerome, what up, nigga? —Monkeys with the AKs is there upstairs, stupid. Chill. Relax, man, relax, man. It's all good. Close the cabinets, stupid. You got shit showing, nigga. I don't want the motherfucking ultimate hustlers on us, nigga. Ayo, Chef, a nigga got all your jewelry on when you be out of town, my nigga. The fuck is this nigga problem, son? Stupid nigga, man, and the police be all up on him —Chill, nigga, yo... It's a lot of bread involved today. All you gotta do is stick around, nigga. Hold the joint, though MTV Cribs[Intro: Raekwon] Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most extravagant flashy lifestyle of the wealthy and comfortable I'ma be your host tonight We gonna be exhibiting the fly palace of my brother Raekwon the Chef's 19,000 square feet deluxe villa Let's walk inside [Verse 1: Raekwon] Ayo, Pyrex vision, gangster intermission Snow fishing over the stove, frozen glisten Wall unit 360 spin, see the digital gym There's the watch rack, right near the brims Refrigerator see-through, walls got a different type texture Peeped out the sectional true Vodka mugs, Ace of Spade rugs, Louis cups and candles Fila forks, gold Kangols Travel over here, priceless lights Tub full of ice, granddaddy pinecones, leather bikes Gear junkie, monkey Timbs blunt me Yeah, kinda sloppy, my maids, they be coming in monthly Silk towel, red leathers, green hats, mean sweater, jeans You should let us be your stylist, get you better Octagon mirrors, box of sneakers Louis, Gucc', Nike, Clark, Avia I bought in Peru Yeah, plasma toilet, Go Go Gadget stuff If I gotta squeeze, running out of time This automatic button right here blow the house down I'm walking slow in my fire jumper Tom Ford and Bloomberg got too Polo drawers, go blast your door Cover girl sent, tap it in the toilet seat [Interlude: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes] Yes, ladies and gentlemen These are the most exotic illustrious mansions in the world We will step inside my nigga Bus-a-Bus next level, tri-dimensional sector of his exclusive imported ceramic style-slash-frontier shit Mr. Bus Yo Can you walk us through the front, sir? [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] I welcome y'all to my crib The fortress of I self, lord and master Crystal chandeliers looking like satellite dishes from NASA Yeah, you niggas is bugged Shoes forbidden in the crib, especially on my Alaskan polar bear rugs Pictures with billies and parties out in Ibiza Living room floor laced with imported marble from Indonesia High ceilings, 18th century paintings is basic With litters of money, many casinos in the basement A million letter way a nigga parlay With money to wrinkle your face up like a Shar Pei Limited box of cigars from diplomats in Cubana Rare art of Basquiat feeding fruit to Madonna Copacabana, I'ma celebrate 'til they respect a Success story with trucks unloading imperial nectar Too many whips, I built a valet 100,000 dollar drapes Dancing and swinging like a ballet I showed you all enough to where this shit's a hassle I'm sorry, your time is up, niggas, now get up out my castle Broken Safety[Kung Fu sample] "Ha—do you know any other styles?" "I am very grateful!" (Scram Jones) "Are you ready?" "I'm ready" [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Ugh, down on 40 Deuce, when I was a shorty-duke That's when I first got the Nauti goose (Haha) Now, I come through in a sported coupe (Yeah) I know what you better do (What?) Stop talking 'bout what you oughta do (Uh-huh) My crack spot is still portable (Yeah) Funerals are still affordable, I'm better than all of you (All of you) I'm in the hood scraping them, Jadakiss, Rae and them (Rae!) Y'all lame niggas—come uptown, spend a day with him (Haha!) Bigger ones, bootleg liquor runs Blow something, nigga, let the Earth smoke hit your lung Get your guns The economy is down (Down), so you already know It's gon' be a lot of hommys in the town (Hommys) That's why I'm still bringing the seed back (Uh-huh) The sneakers that I can't pronounce, that cost a G stack (Haha) Niggas in the yard, got this on repeat, Black (Yeah) Fuck saving hip hop, we bringing the streets back, what! [Verse 2: Raekwon] Playing Spit, snipping, different color Wallys on Bliffen had to take 'em off, they fucked up the soles, flipped it I'm forever zooted, crushed-up glass, I'm just flashing through it Nine times out of ten, suede down at the Jumer (What?) Maybach bloomers, playing rumors Card sharks getting cash money—"Take a loan, hit this tuna" (Yeah) We onionhead niggas with gun gooners Put us together: he run sea, I run land with one Ruger Stop playing, you know we run rap (Uh-huh) You know we done that "Stop fronting, son, put the gun back" We came with the containers Besides having the flamers (Yeah) My Mexican mans is famous (That's right) Running through the streets, the bulldog Conehead hoodies on, eighteen-five for footballs Maxed like I'm under a good wall, good G Good recipe, good status, a hood broad [Verse 3: Styles P] I used to move brown rectangles (Yeah) Roll you a blunt, then smoke you with Death's angel (Smoke) Chrome trey-pound is making your neck dangle (Dangle) Blue trey-eight is leaving your chest mangled (Haha) It's math with the gun, I could kill you at all angles (All angles) Leave the toast home, I'm leaving you all strangled, ugh (Mm) Louis loafers on the Jaguar, gas pedals You got the cops with you, you ain't even half-ghetto (Not even half) We neither here nor there (Nuh-uh) But if you was over here, you would of been got aired (Been got aired) Like a pair of white Nikes on a summer day (Ss...) Pointing the gun away (Point away) I could kill you niggas a hundred ways (A hundred ways) Minds in a place that yours ain't (Yeah) So I'm wearing war paint (Yeah) For the day that I see the Lord, saint (For the day) Blowing the purple haze, playing The Purple Tape Fuck with Chef or the Ghost, get left with a purple face [Kung Fu sample] "Too bad. Your courage will be the death of you." Kiss the Ring[Intro: Raekwon, (Inspectah Deck), {Masta Killa}] Suga, come here, ayo man, tell ya man He better bring that fucking money here tomorrow, man You, walk up in the joint with me, man It's all real, yo, what up son? Yo, hold the bottle, it's your night, nigga! It's your night! Yeah, mad bottles! Playboy! We out of here, man (Step inside, kiss the ring — so salute, and toast to the best who done it) {Give it up for the Wu-Tang Clan!} [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing So salute, and toast to the best who done it Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing So salute, and toast to the best who done it Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it [Verse 1: Raekwon] By the time you read this letter Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying And I'ma be in bed like holders Blood from a horse on your spread, you tried to play me now I'm coughing up, dough on your head, you just a baby See me in the flick in Zurich, I had to maybe with me All these niggas stay in the 90's, getting rich Rick Ruler robe on with rings, walking to the throne Fronting like I know I'm the king, I live alone though Buying up, China's Beemers, taking it to Simon's in Medina Only just to blind you and leave ya These young boys is crafted with aim, I bought 'em all Fly ranches, 'cause they all stand beside me with flames Regardless, yo, to making the classic You gon' witness some of the tactics Some died, live in the action A live general when he walk, if he died, then we slide Ninety thou' in the coffin, and take the child [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing So salute, and toast to the best who done it Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Black Jesus, check my walk, check my talk Legend in the flesh and I rep New York Crowned king, been down to bang, I'm House Gang Knockout specialist, in and out the ring Got dinner tables long as boats with old kitchens And Wu-Tang logos splashed on all the dishes You know how I speaks the truth, how I teach the youth I'm an animal, I beast the booth Been grinding, banging out for food to eat Your boy still eating good, check my new physique Since the world is mine, I'ma write my name on the clouds So that all yee faithful, can praise it and bow [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Now he's an old Mafia don, from back when He managed to survive the game, ducking fame It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, kept his lab laced Ladies of a fine taste, kept his place guarded While the young charted, found acquitted, all charges And his heart loss and, marksmen take the contract From the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made sense He left no prints on the weapon, and he was blasting Came home from prison stashing, still stacking His whip still matching his kit, steel flashing Hands quick, nice with his shit, three holy foods drops jewels From a street corner level, young brother, I'ma rebel Here to instruct private soldiers to buck arms Y'all rap cats had your last win, toast the kings It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the ring [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing So salute, and toast to the best who done it Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing So salute, and toast to the best who done it Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it Surgical Gloves[Intro: Raekwon] Eight million stories, nigga Take y'all niggas somewhere, man Y'all niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man For real, man Ayo [Verse 1] Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his blood "Homie, hold that", the four black We black down, Gold Jag' Ol' laughing, yo, "Yo, what the fuck happened?" "They clapped him in the scalp, it flew that way" "Yo, why they capped him?" It went through his lap Snatched his Audemars Pig-et, took his man gold, get at He painted it, slayed blocks, aiming it, hit a child This is foul, but he styled with his flamer, flaming shit Teddy with the red Range, supercharged Kangols Rae and Ghost CD in his change, yo Angel, Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang, though Kept it sideways, angle Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thing-os I respect on how the game goes The same goes for get-fresh niggas, test niggas Extra blessed niggas with them egos We blow you out your peacoats Haha, ah, dios míos, we get them twelve a ki, yo Keep it moving, slide off in the G-Os "Freeloaders, the D's over Your shit won't sell no more, breeze over" [Chorus: Raekwon] Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears All my niggas sit, smelling the tears Cooking snow white, it's just the poor life Never living off fear, we all millionaires, now where my shares? (Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby (Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah (Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yeah (Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year [Verse 2] Yeah, X6 is red, up in Albany with the dreads Bags of black, fuck the feds, papers in Arubas Gold tuba from Bermuda in my living room spreads Cameras, action, got the calico cranked "Where the food at?", Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that Long-chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that Baby blue Mac, stones on the nozzle stick Bulletproof Broccos with the Jew bitches, all I got is two cracks Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every Ziploc And my peoples sit around, cops split that High potent white Kit-Kats, we sell up in the hood Going door to door, every floor, every get back My gangsta shit, get gats, for every man "Here go a gram Meet me by my drophead and drop your lid back" Forty-seven quick claps (Spray off on something) [Chorus: Raekwon] Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears All my niggas sit, smelling the tears Cooking snow white, it's just the poor life Never living off fear, we all millionaires, now where my shares? (Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby (Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah (Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yeah (Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year [Outro: Raekwon] Spray on one of y'all, man Streets is mine, nigga You know what we do, for real Straight up It's how we playing right now, man 'Cause the streets, man Streets is making y'all niggas see, man But some of y'all is blind For real Casablanca[Intro] Stop touching the fucking door man You so fucking paranoid man What's the matter with you man? It's like a nigga could write for hours And get real theatrical wit' this Understand? Telling you kid I got stripes when it comes to this right here Y'all know my repertoire It's dangerous, and the cats I roll with is dangerous And they ain't your regular average cats Here we go [Verse] A-yo; It's all elegance He spoke third power style high intelligence A young man handle the game like Merrill Lynch 3 A.M. breathing, leaning in gates I mean creaming Selling these cakes in slabs like Land O' Lakes Fiends beaming, steaming Associated with names and demons All apparent reasons We live here the gate blew in a year Sort of like time share where crime, sport it like I shine yeah Rainbow dough was the M.O So many flavors yo Buy your neighbor off underwater vault Then I met him, Colombian name Flako Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco Wristwatch Vacheron Constantin - nigga dead up Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up Had a black wiz spoke German Higher learning burning Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge Lost her arm, shot with a AK up in the south Paramedics rocked her Said she had connections out Anartica Barrels of juices from Florida Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin Out in Club Med butt ass laying like she dead Wise guys fell for her ambiance Pull it together, black renaissance Queen Elizabeth aunt Crazy swift Cristal murderer Guzzle the shit like she dying kid Showing off her diamond Flashbacks now it's me and him again Last word I caught 'Put your money in we could have the shit bumping That's federalo music I caught the glimpse from the bitch When she winched yeah Santa a grinch She blinked twitched her nose then froze Check your Rolls by the blow It's time to roll nigga let's go I thought about it broke the money down What's the total count it, no count it over In the mix day going slower Nope not time to motor He estimated over me Not being a crook, count it over Yo only on the strength of my man We ain't hit him with the strong hand Gun him down leave him out in flatlands He backhand smacked her Threw her on the table jacked her I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after Police knocked on the door Looked out the window of my room As your, nigga yeah that's yours He opened up the door this nigga wilding His bitch is in shock Start smiling and speaking on Valen Yo wisen up bitch this from the rich Immobilize the game get your name right Envelope came hype Regards from the mayor you hype Fuck right, lets fuck this money up And get large and blow outta sight [Chorus] (x2) Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose Who you gon' choose - me or him? - you a fool Pay attention, fuck around meet the tension See you in the next dimension, y'all niggas didn't listen [Outro] Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose ... you a fool Pay attention, fuck around meet the tension See you in the next dimension, y'all niggas didn't listen Wise niggas wake up We Will Rob You[Intro: Sample + Slick Rick] "Who in the hell teaches you kung fu? Your master must be an ignorant idiot as well!" (Uncle Ricky, would you read us a bedtime story?) Nah, kid, but I'mma give you one them old Raekwon crime joints Feel me? We will, we will We will, we will—here we go [Verse 1: Raekwon] Well it was late one night, walking through the park With my leathered down coat and Wallabee Clarks Getting my step on, big shit, big six, big wrist So much excitement in the air, I was crisp Money suitcase, Louis joint (yo, Rae, I'mma get some shit just like yours!) Go make it happen, black God and get rich Saw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shit They made a right on me, them last two dicks Know I seen 'em, Max loaded, jog right back to the car They spun around again and blast their shit I dropped a Backwood, a puff and then a 6-4-5 You'se a live nigga, you almost smashed your shit I'mma don my way out the bitch, moving through the car Nice and slow, two hoodies on and a golden pit Nigga had a white eye, they both blacked down What's the clown shit for? The dog jumped in the whip It was a trained one, wops pointed at me (yo, nigga, freeze) [Verse 2: GZA] I told the Chef Raekwon, pump the brakes Slow it down, you know these C-Cypher Punks scanned your plates Release the seatbelt off the shoulders, a mile ahead Then the vibe got a lot colder when the marksman said "Black niggas in the Jeep, get the fuck out the car" Put your hands where my eyes can see or suffer a scar" He was a veteran, who kept, pepper spray in the canister Donut shop lounger, thirty eight brandisher On top of that, the blunt smoke just rang a bell Of his bloodhound who had an acute sense of smell Beef tripping, saliva dripping from razor sharp teeth That was pointy as the daggers of the Indian Chiefs Same cops known for extorting pimps and booking whores Aimed Glocks at me and Rae, cause they was looking for A few MCs wanted for a string of break-ins Last seen, wearing long minks and snakeskins [Hook: Slick Rick] We will, we will, rob you We will, we will, Glock you We will, we will, what? who? (not you) Here we go [Verse 3: Masta Killa] You know my Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta with stamina Peace to Chef, Mr. Meth Move it on your left, with the Iron Lung breath Ghostface Kill', U-G ill Deck so real, Dr. Ason Unique, the medic Ahh, Allah Just, The Abbott, y'all niggas can't forget it You might catch a Cap if your shit ain't Street Allah Mathematics make the cypher complete See knowledge is the foundation of existence To know starts the spark of the flow Wisdom activation of the Nation moving Wise words, show and prove or understand the 13 letters And the Masta, culture be the way of life Freedom is reward, who will pay the price for the power Spending hour after hour, preparing his self For the hour, now look how refined When the mind and body is one, every part of me Supreme equality, manifest the nature of self G-O-D, now build and add on to the truth Destroy the bullshit, born incomplete 100 Rounds[Skit: Unknown man] Yo, what up D? Huh? You bought that from Tower Records? What's that, let me see that bag Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it Come here man, what the fuck I...(banging) Like that nigga, give me that man You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that Fuck outta here (gun cock) [Intro: Raekwon] Niggas think I can't sell five million? Y'all niggas is mad Y'all must not know the work I put in on this For real, that's for real for real (ha ha) Represent, flick it up all day nigga, Immobilarity Y'all know my work, this category is raw [Verse 1: Raekwon] Aiyo slash your position, verbal mic physician Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen God Cer-Vega, straight up stomp that fake out What, he biting everything, biting his nuts We slang like champions, caught me in the outlet in Hamptons Style it out, throwin four thousand out Swimsuit mammal get high, float flammable Drop off in a Benz boat lampable Rear like hittin a deer Playin Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear No question all brolic guerillas stand up Whoever large throw a hand up, throw a grand up Let's like multiply connect both sides, big shit low rides glide Everybody bump once Yo Chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch Hit the L twice, need it once Track be yelling like a whore, like a swelling on a sore Or this rap Magellion on your jaw I'm a night freak, boating on the weekends, ten a week Flows spray it like Clinique, rich unique Bitch you weak, contact Reek We callin up Leek, yo he famous like Ali feet Yo mystical, rap Larry Davis with a pistol And this you, you a student, fucking with a principal [Hook x2: Raekwon] Rollin like ten at a time, begin Love revolves around a thin line, go against this, send mine Lace you chase you down, let a hundred rounds race you Now you went from brolic to a facial [Verse 2] Yo, ayo glass tree house Yo, fiendin like a fuck in a green house Rush and cut, chain cream out Blow steam out Rare like guccis in ears Goose bears Skied up, loving all my deustch years Coat for broadway Hundred and 39th all day Got my chick rollin call her Parle' 20th century max like jail penitentiary Nikki Barnes gon' lynch me What, fruit flavored nikes Benz 2000 the hype piece Send half my love out to white peeps Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga tremble Nine of us stand, nine resemble Filling out tax reports Look live up in Guess shorts Bitches got love and support Yo, leather jacket, yellow Leather hat, mack it real mellow New York state of mind, crime Othello Wild zoo of bitches, burrow that's Staten Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack thing captain Still camaflouge jackets Mad rackets Out yo we cap shit, picture that nigga mashin [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo,aiyo blowin more reason For a season, wud up shortie jaw season Baltimore hall bleeding Take money, remember that ?dun gottori? son Dripped out in Bahamas all bummy Gain you out patriot Portrait of my love mad shit Now we with things, the long gray shit Luke bitches in Barook Cute big, fat bitches with Luke Lex you need boots that switches Flights over Iraq Ironing my hat out, and 'lax Connecting with diplomat cats Harlem hustle connect, Iceberg varsity check Rimmin well ice drool off my dick Abe Lincoln president suites, lay eventually Pinch me, I bought head from Monica Lewinsky Arrest that hoodlum Strong arm that the white gooden Faggot nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't Flexible impact rhymin professional We staked out eatin all side vegetables Prosperity rhymes, lines Casians and Asians Let's blaze niggas with the shine [Hook] [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah word up, that's right ha ha Ya'll be loving my shit, yea all the real niggas Stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me speak Yo this a new year right here It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, hear me? It's gonna get technical for real Let's play the game right It's jus a friendly game of baseball Ha feel me? Hey yo Santanna, yo Bring that suitcase in here kid Let's count that, where it came from? Where it came from? Rollin' like ten at a time... Snake Pond[Kung-fu sample] Very good! Who are you? We are from the Wu-Tang Shaolin's the foundation From which all kung-fu springs Buddha's name be praised [Raekwon] I met him by Snake Pond, my hand on the flamer, my bomb I park, Rae, Ghost, then lit up the bong It's nightfall, nothing here, nothing to fear Just got things to touch on, then he walked up weird Walked in frail as stale, his eyes were soft His face was pale, I looked at him kneel Just wanna talk, you a deer, starting chasing him He jumped in the tree, had grass in his ear (I'mma kill you nigga, you gonna have to come down) Little did he know I was a leader, a full bred eater Jump in new V's, shopping, had the fever Next stop Starbucks and Spiegels, Jags had diesel Then she walked in, fly little diva Niggas on the scheme for your gleam, they come from your school A bunch of snake bites, they bitch smacked Shareen She slid in the '09 Beemer, with that sex whore Sabrina Forging checks, live in Medina Thanks for the info, my kinfolk, listen, Miss Window With the big pimple on her temple Any more knowledge is college, you gave enough to be bounced now She shot up in Chipotle, don't quote me 917, 646, you know it's war, bitch, can't dress for nothing, she fronting Took a piss, roll up, let's twist, pulled down my pants Good look, and shot through her tits Now I gotta picture who I'm looking for, fake ass Brooklyn boy I know his fucking family, fuck 'em all I used to love brothers, now I hate 'em Mostly them gator boys, who stunting and they never seen nathan Me and my real soldiers who started it, won't play part of it But I'mma get to the bottom, I got 'em Newspapers saying they shot 'em, but on the low I heard he shot himself A trip, yo, the poison me, I come from the poison bees Where mothers run old nightclubs with tons of ki Old lady holding them G's, dope fiends, holes in they jeans Magicians that can make blow green I know his whole team, no craze, dough so low I hit 'em off mean, now he wanna hold me, no bro, B M&N[P.U.R.E] Yeah; Majestic, marvelous, mind over matter more My murderous militant mutilate millions Monsters with the most masculine muscle Maxing in a major way, munching making more moves maintainin’ [Raekwon] Multimillion dollar mansions manufactured melanin mud Through this metropolis Millimeters are met with the mufflers My method is meditative musical medicine With sergeant mentality mechanisms [P.U.R.E] I’m medicated materials methane meet the master massive Y’all monkeys no match, make a mistake and get mauled by this mamba Movin’ with the mobsters of Molotov When I mingle in a midnight, moments are muggy [Raekwon] Mossberg, mind ya motion Get molded in the morgue Your mouth is muted, mockin’ my music Got your wife mutilized, bank account minimized The most malicious, ‘membered for meltin’ mics be my mission [Chorus: P.U.R.E] We millimeter speakers, M&N, back to back rap, relax You featherweight cats can catch this P.U.R.E one electric, we fine like coke that stretch quick So aggressive, we got now, fuck who the next is [Raekwon, P.U.R.E] Narcotics, narcos, negotiate this nice diss Nah, never that’s a negative, it’s nonnegotiable Nemesis they need to fill the Nas Nonchalant narrators Navigatin’ niggas are nauseous, bro Because they numerals are nathin’, none, nada Nefertiti women neutralizing our nectar, they so naughty Advise y’all nerves to be neutral, all of that nonsense Should kick us not no wedding living off the land with no mans Nah, level nostalgic, we notable, notice the nozzles These nuclear nose brothers are nonsensical Nuisance is not a necessity We necessary, we the new nickel mans so just ask Nancy Nominated and so notorious Get ya neck broke for ya numbnut Negligence your life is numbered Highly respected, ninety-nine attributes Now you know who’s recognized as the Nobles Peace to Nova Scotia [Chorus: P.U.R.E] We millimeter speakers, M&N, back to back rap, relax You featherweight cats can catch this P.U.R.E one electric, we fine like coke that stretch quick So aggressive, we got now Fuck who the next is Rock N Roll[Intro/Hook: Kobe] Hey lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi You know me, high flying in the air like living on a prayer We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll Posted on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll [Verse 1: Raekwon] Willie Nelson nigga, we run flusty, crocodile hat Cowboy rap, hammer game trusty Diamonds on from Ghana, Boca retire in a yacht With the middle name Lex, pop my llama Movies get made in HD, let me get your eighty-three I'mma scout faces so straight meetings There's nothing you can do with my real niggas Not the ones I rest my head with, my son a real crew piranha Two wheels scooters, the new Rugers, floating through the Beverly Center I count a ten up with my shooters All these is high powered, Bob Dylan style, my niggas Post it up, yeah frontin' at Mr. Chow's, titanium hustle, switch color Most of them rich brothers are only on fucking and switch nuggets Luggage is the real shit, who kill shit niggas is nothing Blow a blunt, repeal shit [Hook] Hey little mama, little mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi You know me, high flying in the air like living on a prayer We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger Yeah, better will blast ya now take it hit of this rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, everything platinum, even my baggage You want a platinum rock? Then go see Larry He got the yellow hat, yellow Maxes Air, looking like me With a yellow back, pretty long hair Suck a dick like Karrine Steffans With Bobby Brown on speed dial, his ex dial stay on the check-in I got that Mickey, baby, little mama I got the bomb, call me Tom Brady Move like a running back, 21 Tomlinson Know how to push it back, you should pay homage and Shit is too potent, make you feel like vomiting Your black/white birds can give me five like Donovan Pop the champagne for the illest hustler in the game I got the Pink Floyd, Ozzy all day And I ain't even mention my deals yet Cuz I don't wanna have you freaked out over this real shit [Hook] [Verse 3: Jim Jones] (Harlem stand up, we in the building, let the birds fly Rock star to my heart, anything else? Uncivilised, go) Rock star like the Red Hot Chili Peppers I can't front red tops got me feeling extra I drop the top so I can show the stones I got the sour so I'm Rolling Stones I'm popping shit on my mobile phone I never slip cause I keep the fully loaded chrome And have my niggas even stay … That's why we pour a liquor for the Grateful Dead, we miss you Where I'm from, it's either guns or roses And fuck with me you need a bunch of roses And Lord knows I keep the Led Zeppelin A nigga put it then we dead ressing You can tell a bitch is still an e We got that white girl nigga Sheila E Diplomats we the Eagles(Killa!) we finna be greater than the Beatles [Hook] Canal Street[Skit: Raekwon (all voices)] —"Yeah. Ayo, y'all ready, right? Aight. None of that fronting shit, neither, nigga, it's broad-day. Word up, the store is over there, nigga, let's go. Yeah, they got the big jewelry in the window. You seen that shit? You better come seen that other shit, right? Good good, that's me right there, ayo you—all you gotta do is just come with the bricks, son. I got a big brick in the motherfucking Louis bag, nigga. Take that, just smash the shit out. About four-five niggas gon' slip in." —"Professionals. Immediately, nigga. What the fuck this nigga talking 'bout? Have I ever fronted on you nigga? Aight. Yo, you grab the three from him. You grab the heatholders. You grab the watches, nigga." (*gunshots) —"Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block, nigga." —"Y'all got that? Good!" —"Meet you at the train station. One, son!" [Verse 1: Raekwon] All of our fathers is bank robbers holdin' TECs Eighths of hero'n, shooting in the steps In the 60's, niggas was poor, check the revelation Now, we rock 6-50s in the snow AKs, ARs, wire jaws, say ours YSL frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye on Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, tryna transform Every gram action to a sandstorm Fly through my block, you live, make a bitch stop Have your shit cocked yo, niggas might dive on you All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives Bally sneakers, big jewels, Levi's [Hook: Raekwon] Back to slinging every 45 minutes Gs fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ing The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs It's gonna happen, so you know we low-keying Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it Yeah, can't tell in here, they want credit, niggas Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded Just a typical day to get wiped out [Verse 2: Raekwon] Broad-day jungle, living with the rodents The goons'll run through, blow a bag and hunt you Always flaky, calluses, hands My mans come through the avenue, Swiss cheese patrons Blood that flood the hall, every head'll drop Jump in the Maybach, switch the station These rap niggas is washed, hang 'em on the pole, no head Pajama top, handcuff with a gosha We realer than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad; that's dangerous Take it back to the Lee's and Wranglers Take what we want, explain this Famous for my kitchen knives, rings, and the fifths are stainless Gun down your trooper, grenade your coupe up Plain and simple niggas is poo-butt Fuck with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut "Real nigga to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man" [Hook: Raekwon] Back to slinging every 45 minutes Gs fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ing The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs It's gonna happen, so you know we low-keying Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it Yeah, can't tell in here, they want credit, niggas Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded Just a typical day to get wiped out Have Mercy[Kung Fu sample] You have to learn mercy Otherwise, you will learn bad ways You have been confined here for one month already But you still haven't grasped this basic principle I feel sorry for you, my boy [Intro: Blue Raspberry] I've been living in this world Not knowing where I'm going (Knowing where I'm going) This world ain't showing That it's gonna get better, better (Yeah, it's gonna be trouble again) [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] My days getting shorter, my nights getting longer My cell getting smaller, my son getting taller I exercise my mind, my body getting stronger But my blood getting colder, heart getting harder My chances for appeal, getting slimmer My skin getting brighter, my hair getting thinner See, when you stressed out, you could age fast in here (Have mercy) I done seen weak niggas not last a year So before lights out I write my kids every night, kiss the stamp on the kite Say a prayer, I hope it lands safe in this flights I pray they sleep safe through the night Try to teach my son right, give him some jewels But it's hard to raise my boy from this visiting room Many cells turned to prisoner's tombs I just pray I don't die in here, and last night I almost cried a tear (Have mercy) [Hook: Raekwon w/ Blue Raspberry ad-libbing] To all my gun holders, stand up, get it Cuz when the killas come around, it's on Bullets get blown, warn 'em and they re-up fast Say some back shit, your flagship gone Can't play the building no more Can't hang around by the store no more It's really on, you a dickhead Now you a dead man with no hand Now you can't believe you jammed [Verse 2: Raekwon] Between my six niggas, sixty years, stay in the crispy airs Hundreds, blunted, we up top, switching lairs Money equal power, horror equal real when borrowed Ratchet barrel under your ears Mean streets in the middays, they robbers, but life's so hard Even the cops clutter us to starve us (Have mercy) The killers is star struck, look at the cars and trucks Rambo guns, it's hard to get luck Whether fail or a come up, your number is up Period, make you bleed Caesarean Chop through your body, leave you right in the lobby Hear me, kid? Extra holes right in your derriere The blitzes, the rushes'll touch something, back in the cells Two days later, yup, back in them cuffs again Or leaning on the customers, hustlers, my hood illustrious Marvelous raps, screw on mufflers (Have mercy) [Hook: Raekwon w/ Blue Raspberry ad-libbing] To all my gun holders, stand up, get it Cuz when the killas come around, it's on Bullets get blown, warn 'em and they re-up fast Say some back shit, your flagship gone Can't play the building no more Can't hang around by the store no more It's really on, you a dickhead Now you a dead man with no hand Now you can't believe you jammed [Outro: Blue Raspberry] Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh It hurts my heart, to see what's going on Young men dying now, children going when they're born Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh whoa Oh no, oh whoa, where is this world going to? I don't know Nothing[Intro] Fly money shit Niggas always love this type of shit, nigga You know what I’m sayin’? This is for the fuckin skunks out there, nigga For the fuckin robbers, nigga And angry niggas, man For real, man, it don’t stop It never did, nigga, neither Real rap, nigga Let’s go in, nigga, stop playin’ with these niggas, man [Verse 1] Yeah, there he go flashing his armor Army jacket jumping in new Fisk Karma Project niggas low garments Tolerance level is low Dough fly through, yep we on it Yeah Scheming in the back of the Benzes Hundred shot, AK, straight off your lenses Do it again, screw-face a new face up again This is how I know it’s a win You know we pop rappers down and them broke actors Tax athletes, yap you at the track meet, black Keep it a thousand while we slap niggas right in they houses Let’s take the jewelry off you want an ounce, kid Real niggas know real niggas’ll blow At any given second it’s real, gimme the go And Imma tear one of y’all apart slow Then scar you with one of these daggars and drag you through the snow [Chorus] When you take another man’s pride or put him outside his character Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin’ (I have nothing) (I, I have nothing) When you dealin’ with shorts that ain’t a lot, it’s just a knot And your pockets on silt yellin’ “kill something now” because (I have nothing) (I, I have nothing) [Verse 2] Yeah, it’s one thirty, I’m worthy and dirty Stepped off the elevator, spray game curvy Strep throat, less flow herb me Ready to catch somethin’, snatch somethin’ up, word to Ernie Yeah, we hillbillies, all of the real willies Smoke grass, pop mollies, call him a pill-billy Catch him in the field, do him real silly Puddle of blood in the mud, that’s for frontin’, lookin’ real leery Grab the flex-and-relax niggas Automatic tax, not askin’, get your jawbone fractured We can make a mess or do it classy I’m talkin’ to you, you in the red leather Niggas wear lead leathers He felt bad but respected me Pass the watch and the chain off respectably Moseyed off, ran through Schenectady We ain’t amongst none of them niggas, all them niggas sex to me [Chorus] When you take another man’s pride or put him outside his character Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin’ (I have nothing) (I, I have nothing) When you dealin’ with shorts that ain’t a lot, it’s just a knot And your pockets on silt yellin’ “kill something now” because (I have nothing) (I, I have nothing) Rainy Dayz (Remix)[Intro: Raekwon] Doin' this for 1996 Revolution is a trick, be aware [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, yo, yo I run with rich rap cats who run corners They run through alleys, navy blue Bally's at the grand finale Still in all, currency catches the eye of the youth One time, play it on three corners of the roof So we accept that, jettin' at nights Don't ever wet that, drop the G-pack How will I eat, black? And brothers, flexin' labels like cables White Sables, pressin' up, tryin' to make a debut Hard times, when the God rhyme, I'm aimin' mines 'Cause he playin' mines But we ain't related 'cause he raided mine They see me lampin' up in 850's With 360's, blowin' like 160, sellin' fifties Due to the wicked, dice should never lie Now that's a damn lie, movin' on standby, man, why? The game, I mentally tear down the brain Half of us are feelin' pain, big boy, let it rain I guess my whole team is marvelous Street life novelist, let it rain, dun, swallow this [Hook x2: Raekwon] You know how to love me, makes me feel so good [Verse 2: Raekwon] Yo, Guess down, a crazy new pair just for the new year Wavy hair, plus we get much 'cause we on the air Cristal wildin', my medallion stylin', it's like City Island Relax, kid, while shorty profilin' Until then, we gotta bend with the wind Plus build again, writin' my friends, sendin' 'em line Timbs I'm tired of robberies, pornography Throw a pair of Wally's on post for live nigga photography [Hook] [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, check out the hearsay, fake niggas rockin' the toupee Frontin' on me and Chef, yo, it's dog day Afternoon, I'm blowin' up your weak platoon Leave you helpless, screamin' from all types of wounds I be the expert, blowin' like a firework Convertin' concepts that will nerve-wreck in concert 'Cause I write, and blast and slash your whole level I'm hosed, I be challengin' pros for gold medals Whatever, still remain sturdy like a leather On Fridays, get your fresh fade from Mo' Better Represent, my lifestyle is in like Flynn Militant, the God's shit is very masculine Mad tough, major bless stuff with nuff said Ex-dusthead, now I'm puttin' heads to bed Call me a legend, flexin' with the style of old Carryin' loads of loot, mad rich, buryin' gold Sabotage, thoughts of livin' large any day now The Land to satisfy the whole garage Back to the morrow, soon to make a novel Born to be sellin' like Marvel Comic books for my survival Beware, I'm hittin' like a snare from the Delphonics Crushin' niggas, I be blowin' like economics What's the... you're fuckin' with a deadly era No fat, niggas be jettin' when they face terror [Hook x2] Live From New York[Intro: Raekwon] Li-li-live from New York (2x) Is you watchin what's on my motherfucking neck nigga? Li-li-live from New York (2x) Live from New York [Verse 1: Raekwon] All white bolon, the allie pulled on Kept his fade low, rocked suede in the snow, blue Tahoe A wizard on the keyboard, eyes look bloodshot lord Nevermind that, climb the award In the system we just missed 'em Came through banging nothing but Wu, the crowd blitzed 'em Much love, autograph, carryin the champagne glasses Crazy asses, niggas on his neck like ski masks Chill Stephanie, axe slash through a little fifty and crash I wanna drink, knew she'd pocket the cash Buck summer night hype nigga, Iron Man blowin the mic You motherfucking right, live highlight Then I seen him, nigga was raw, stepped in Bitches flexin' next to him, bad Mexicans What up showin' you love, you got a real style "Where you from?", "The Isle", that's Staten Isle, love no doubt Oh God, he had a drink about a hundred Some strange nigga think he had a range, God got blunted Pay attention this essent' like sacks and macks He did the knowledge, ran to the bar and grabbed stacks Now the whole parties bubblin', niggas got love his bug He had on one glove, rollin' up drugs Him and his Vikings ran through, stopped played the back then they walked through, Live from New York where niggas hawk you [Hook x2: Raekwon] Gettin money and laced up, Live from New York Gettin' reefer to blaze up, Live from New York Gettin' niggas to dance and yellin', "Throw both hands up" Won't pull your pants up, Live from New York [Verse 2: Raekwon] Madonna money in our pocket, boating in a rocket 'Bout to blast off, we charged like a socket Whips be cleaner than a fuck, jewels basically struck Straight up brolic style laying in the cut Bottles strictly Dom, ring the alarm Rollie on the arm, arms crossed, new sneakers on Fly shit, Nikes the majority NYC state of mind and we talk with authority 5 Boroughs is thorough, still out of town playing mellow I thought I seen Shallah suede yellow Rippin' it, new six flippin' it Shorty is drip dippin' in it when she sit, throw dick in it Came to conclusions, what's the solution when you're losin'? Respect mine, now from the foul line Streets is a part of us, teaching the seeds through the heart of us Some get locked, that's a scar on us [Hook x3: Raekwon] Gettin money and laced up, Live from New York Gettin' reefer to blaze up, Live from New York Gettin' niggas to dance and yellin', "Throw both hands up" Won't pull your pants up, Live from New York Mean Streets[Intro: Raekwon (man)] (Ayo, Chef?) What up, my nigga? (Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word) It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! Talk to me... (Word, them blue ninjas is everywhere Word, watch ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that shit, man Thirty nine motherfuckers already got scooped up Indicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it right now Out there out the motherfucking window) You got the strong scoopers out there? (Word, five book store buses out front All them young boys are certified, they ain't rentals) [Hook x2: Suga Bang Bang] Run these mean streets from Cali to New York Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk Running from the feds and out of state troopers Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters [Verse 1: Raekwon] The blocks is molded, step up ya sword piece Moving through them housing with more ki's Rembrandts is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal bottles Niggas want the problems, we back It's time to take over the game, it's nothing I live on the line, from corner to castles with pawns and capsules Scramble and find, my money's up, I'm praying for war I do this all the time, all the time, all the time Faces of Doom, sling in the lobby Swinging cooked raw, if you played the field you was not leaving Fast-pacin' for CREAM chasing team Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens Let them other niggas wear that, we take the credit While we was shopping for more Nikes and off-whites Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrors Career thugs who serve only judges and jurors Got to make my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or criming I'll be on the line with my iron Promised them llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pajamas You live like a slouch from vouchers Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no trousers Cause you crossed the line like Miller's Crossing Off with ya dome, I walked you through the woods, we both smoked a bone [Hook x2: Suga Bang Bang] Run these mean streets from Cali to New York Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk Running from the feds and out of state troopers Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Mean streets... Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in The streets stay flooded with crack rocks and Mac shots The scenery's money, guerrillas in the back drop The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they stand Singing the judge's name, dropped in the stand Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes Only buying with the couple that I trust with my life Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead Gamble with off track betting instead In my hood anybody can get it, and everybody want it Cutthroat executives, the corners, the office And the thought is to be boss of all bosses The cost is ya life, swimming with sharks and orcas So keep ya guards up, or get scarred up It's a Cold World, I told you with Allah Just' The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazing It's sick in the slums and niggas are stunting for nathin' [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, my gun been in more niggas mouths than a whore had dick With creamy nuts on the side of her jaw It's Rigatone, nigga, sliding through airports Riding on niggas like MJ, same day I rocked you, comprende? Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was dirty That last joint that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty Early, walk with me and strap with a vengeance More or less Ghostface Killah'll stretch you out like mad words in a sentence Smell the gas burning (yeah) feel the fire (word) Real talk, it's not that bullshit from The Wire It's them disco kids that clap iron Champion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth frying We crack eightballs with pool sticks Bungee jump off a mountain of bricks Fuck you up if you slinging those nicks Tony Stark's from the octagon, my ox is on Snap Matt Hughes' neck with my boxers on [Hook x2: Suga Bang Bang] Run these mean streets from Cali to New York Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk Running from the feds and out of state troopers Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters Penitentiary[Intro: Raekwon] "Come here, pussy Prosthetic heart-ass nigga, yo Where them Levi's at, man, that I left on your bunk, nigga? Don't stand on the side of this bunk no more, man, for real You see them Rae and Ghost flicks over there, nigga?" "Yo, son, don't take no more flicks!" "Don't touch them shits, nigga Word up, I'ma break both chains on ya ass, nigga" [Intro 2: Ghostface Killah & Bundy] "Ayo, Bundy, make sure you crack Cell No. 5 fifteen minutes early" "Yeah, yo, I got you, you want some of these donuts?" "Nah, I'm good, just make sure you handle my man right. One!" [Verse 1: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] We up at Three Mart, blowing little dust to lift the branch up The watch he had was Bulgari, golden Spanish kid let him hold it He said he hit him with three cartons of menthols The kid let him roll with it The face had snow in it, the bass in his voice Now, he's acting like he ain't rich and poor in it Crock pots are steaming, Jasmine rice and Jack Mack With cornflake batter, it's cold in here 10:45, we lock in, pull out the headphones Jump in the bunk, the tunes is knocking Knowing all my goons is clocking Two C.O.'s is on the catwalk—"Yo, Spoons, what's popping?" "Yo, it ain't nothing, baby, you cool?" "Yeah, I'm getting that rest You know that G.E.D. shit with the school?" "True, guess that's what it do But on the low, I got two big GemStars I'm sliding to you Matter-fact, they gon' hide in your food All you do is push the grits out the way Then you get up and move Go to sleep, nigga, go 'head and rest I'ma finish my count, I'ma set you out later, my dude; one!" [Hook: Raekwon] Mop-wringer magic, mess hall murder's the best Come through the yard, getting fed lead burgers (Yo) Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers We the best teachers, true, watch me move in the clink [Verse 2: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Six A.M., the cells unlock Horn the child, I'm half-sleep, yo, hearing the pots I see the same ice grills Bum niggas talking to me with cold in they eye I can't finish my meal Under the grits, two pieces of steel Then Spoon had left; we got guns though, we trying to chill Big Will walked in—him and Seville With blood in they eyes, early bird, like they ready to kill [Hook: Raekwon] Mop-wringer magic, mess hall murder's the best Come through the yard, getting fed lead burgers Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers, we the best teachers True, watch me move in the clink Mop-wringer magic, mess hall murder's the best Come through the yard, getting fed lead burgers Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers, we the best teachers True, watch me move in the clink Can’t You See[Sample] You are gone, it is hard for me to leave carry on 'Cause I know that you are far away, far, far away Far away, far far away today Baby won't you... [Intro] RoadsArt waddup Let me tell y'all a story, man Listen man, from here [Verse 1: Raekwon] I'm tired of fishscale wars stayin' in all green New Balance sneaker, white wranglers on the scene We was youngsters, 80's babies getting in shit Stolen cars, fell from monkey bars, flippin' and shit Little thieves fresh out the P's Broke heads is sled, slidin' through, two' five in my sleeves Eggs and cheese, young niggas, by any means We was saved watching Malcolm and Martin Hold them things police, freeze, niggas is jettin' No time for off track bettin', we was wetting niggas Take these gunshots, sippin' rum shots on the roof Hibernating blow with ease Better needs, the father seeds, cutting school, dippin' but truancy Ds Influenced me with trees Blue and cream, sat back, all I know is how to dream Check the theme, watch the playboys run with kings [Verse 2: Raekwon] Now it's all about good livin', raising my children I done seen the flames, escaped from the hell storms Credentials of a high chief, blowin' on that potent broc' leaf My old earth got a chance to see a black man run the white house She shows her bright teeth, oh what a beautiful sight But still some livin' strenuous through the struggles are unbearable To ease the pain and eagerly seek the preacher for parables To stop the rain and hoping somewhere to bring some sunshine I'm livin' proof that it's possible, any obstacle, you face it Can be erased son, don't let it conquer you Throughout my journey had some snakes in my past But I couldn't let 'em strike me and catch the Devilish germ from them But the lesson was valuable, yeah, I learned from them If they ain't godly, they wicked, there's no concern for them Know in a good space, more connections with more cake Before I let somethin' come between a nigga I burn some' [Outro: Raekwon] Aiyo, burn some', kid See if a man can flip himself inside out par He fall out and die if you see all this shit that's going on man It's real Crown of Thorns[Verse 1: Raekwon] From shooters in buildings to coupes in the pavilions Play wealth, keep your health and your heart first The belt that's been passed on the last car collision and cracks We was there rolling up, holding duffle bags, that's facts Blood on his Fila's, [?] Levi's Laid there, two chains on, where's the throne I was slick, like poets who know his shit, cold as shit Thugs that stay loaded then blow throughout the global quick Fast money and sneakers, cool out king silks on Right in front of the Flash Gordon, you crabs goners Stealin' styles so we taxed him out on Billy Childs The bodies was ripped from water, twist the chalice A grown folks game to the older folks Grey haired gangsters rockin' New Balance See the chodes, a few challenges Money spill, heads tumble, thugs rumble, drugs crumble But still I'm still upon in bankers trust, thankin' us Preparing my speech, pulled up in a peach Corniche Seats are burgundy, soccer gear and Louis cleats Hand me my medals, Pussy he just laughin' at us I know you wanted my bitch, but money won't attract it They trained, pullin' pistols see the aims It's desert shark, that blow apart flesh and bones when it starts The originator, cuban linx chains, diamonds and Clark's Swim on this crime wave where bags of money get washed [Chorus] They say Loyalty's golden and it will make you rich Well, I'm royal, my cloth is purple, I never switch High chief, low eyes and hella jewels Word from the wise, it's time to rise and show and prove [Verse 2] Getting money is easy, keeping it that's the hard part Creeps and scavengers roam the land, call 'em aardvarks Go ahead and try me now, filthy rich Africans From the slums' glorious days, I bring the action in Long hair Brazilians love swallowing my childrens Self made poet, poetry constantly bringin' millions in Scratch that small talk, meetings with the higher ups Walls necessary, cemetery bitch and bury chumps Spark [a branch] and sip the champagne for the pain Let's celebrate, this duffel bag snatch your dime piece bag another coffin though From the era where the code is 'never trust a hoe' My advanced stride is the coldest, yo Ritual's get the bread and stay upon your square For the leeches and the sly foxes please be aware 'Cause they will pray upon your shortcomings Jeopardize the family's heir Here's the first glass, sip it to hell, I'll see you there [Chorus] They say Loyalty's golden and it will make you rich Well, I'm royal, my cloth is purple, I never switch High chief, low eyes and hella jewels Word from the wise, it's time to rise and show 'em proof Dart School[Intro: Raekwon] Don't open that fucking safe, nigga Yo, lord, yo, nigga what up All this shit right here, turn that shit down, nigga This school is the hardest school, B, what Dart School? You know how to get a taste, man, calm down, man [Verse 1: Raekwon] So much colors on my ice, freeze the ghetto man Me and my microphone knifed up in the Meadowlands Skinny chain on, family, that's thirty grand Dirty crown in position, yeah, worthy man Bezels is like metals, nigga, hold the Phantom Convertible roof, hard headed, angry amber If I'm pitching, giving bricks out to baby Rambo I'm on Rodeo with yae yo, fifty baby hammers The new shits that blow a building up, crazy damage If it's priors, I do my own dirt, spray the cameras So many soldiers, no soft niggas in the slammers We run wild like 'lo gazelles and baby pandas Small nigga with his gun rum, crazy gamblers I'm uptown fronting, the fans know what gave me grammers So when it's over I'mma fly to my lady mansion And get riced up, some Japanese baby salmon [Hook: Raekwon] Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins [Verse 2: Raekwon] Back and dogging this mic, give me my gwop, homey I rhyme for under the stairs niggas who hate phonies Keep it funky, I got to, it's kings only Timberlands, hard denims, rings only Rock a big ass gun, when you come from me Your president of your country, yelling 'big dummy' Chef a fly ass nigga, he cook every Sunday He had a beef on the runway, making shit ugly I had on alligators clarks, camouflage rugby Bad bitch from Brazil, who fuck, never suck me We was cooling in the Trump section, throwing bubbly Got my niggas with the guns out, bowling lovely When it's on, you gon' remember, ooh, you made him hungry Top three of the east, nigga, well what, what, B Pay for that mil, for real, max comfy Or you'll be one of them niggas that say "son me" [Hook] Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins Young Boy Penalties[Verse 1] Call 'em a lobbyist, he stay parked, this is obvious He won't leave the block, his people gon' copy this 18 wildin', no cream that's sloppy shit Need a real nigga to tell him that's jalopy shit Wrong moves, yeah that old ass Monopoly shit You need to play chess and kill all that cocky shit You not hard, you just on some fake Rocky shit One day nigga gon' smack out your choppers, kid Yeah we all know that lockin' ain't watchman shit Skinny jeans, long Timbs, ain't poppin' shit Just real yeah, general with stocks and shit Stocky, no Glock, just hand full of rocks and shit They hold L's and get craned, that's popular shit Gold ghost on some Phantom of the Opera shit Take a ill toast and shop, buy more Glocks and shit Stay away from petty ass slimes who watch your shit [Hook] x2 Young boy penalties, when will you learn Young boy penalties, when will you learn Catch young boy penalties, when will you learn [Verse 2] Ay yo, no morals at all, you lost shorty Don't know which way to get on, come on shorty You should've stayed around on the real, get lost shorty Now they sendin' your ass upstate for 40 You wouldn't listen, now you just runnin' in Jordies Frontin' in the back of the building passin' 40's You ain't just built for war, you for the ball leagues But you'd rather front with them four niggas that's corny Never get money, they sit yappin' they jaw-pieces That's when they get broke, cracked in 44 pieces Meet you by the store for the one vision of glory Then I'mma tear your face off, it's mandatory I ball forever, through any category yo It's like a fresh Gucci mock against a Maury Catch me in a pool full of sharks, I wrestle surely The realest, fresh off the block with the porgies [Hook] x2 [Outro] Word, gotta school y'all little branch face ass niggas, man Stop fuckin' actin' like you're listenin' to the wrong niggas, man And keep them 71 characters out of your body too, man Niggas is just fuckin' up the whole poster right now, man Visiting Hour[Intro: Andra Day] I wanna be where you are Where you are [Hook: Andra Day] You see my heart won't let up I'm trying not to fall Wish I could write you a letter I know you heard it all before What I mean What I want is I want to be where you are Where you are Safe from harm In your arms In your [Verse 1: Raekwon] Got to stay on my feet, I can't slip Remain focused because these vultures are lurking Praying I don't win But they can forget about it because I ran for this Yeah tears and sweat devoting my life I planned for this Keeping the slammer close, I'm not alone Smoking that black cabbage Making my enemies go poof begone So the facts is Money make niggas throw rocks at the throne I'm thinking Spoilin' their action Reality is I mean business Please stay out my way For real I'm serious, negativity out my space I wear grown man britches, this is no child's play Making haters love me So our relationship is love/hate See I describe great And you despise that Putting pressure back in this game Word from this live cat Niggas besides that I'm from a place where most don't make it out alive And homicide can't even buy that [Hook: Andra Day] You see my heart won't let up I'm trying not to fall Wish I could write you a letter I know you heard it all before What I mean What I want is I want to be where you are Where you are Safe from harm In your arms In your [Verse 2: Raekwon] Some of my niggas is still taking penitentiary chances Life lessons They never learned whether they lived or die They not concerned Caught in the system Flips, they got mouths to feed By any means they got to earn Who am I to knock 'em If they cover their faces stocking Run up in the spots and let the Glock kick That used to be me Young, ruthless, and carefree Until I seen the bigger picture Shifted, my way of thinking That 25 to life is real So is the casket once it close on you Word to the youth Its not a game, cause life'll swerve on you And she's a bitch And could care less about the nerves on you To either what I'm saying One day it might change your life From poor to rich living Better fresher in white leather From out the hand me downs Flashing high-priced threads Matching the foreign cars in the driveway Living that wealth forever From me to you young world Here's my letter [Hook: Andra Day] You see my heart won't let up I'm trying not to fall Wish I could write you a letter I know you heard it all before What I mean What I want is I want to be where you are Where you are Safe from harm In your arms In your [Outro: Andra Day] Coming from the city where they run out You know I seen it all before I ain't here to judge you, I've been down You know I done it all before Coming from the city where they run out You know I seen it all before I ain't here to judge you, I've been down You know I done it all before Baggin’ Crack[Verse: Raekwon] Chopping like a lumberjack, up in the gate One plate, a rock on the table, moving that flake, yeah Fiends start hitting my shit, paranoid He got the convoy all up in his crib, one nigga sick, fuck it Let's get this money, got the razor, clack it in my jean jacket A little scale, some baggies and a mean ratchet Now, I start bagging away, fiends is coming, yo Took off my shirt, murked that-a-way "How many you want?" "Like seventeen" "Shits is golden, daddy" Play your part, little soldier (Fuck) Better beaming, now, we start blazing the place Coke all on my skin Eyes is burning, now I"m wiping my face "This shit's good, right? Best in the town My little Dominican man and them blessed me Big prices, let me wrestle them down Keys is like twenty a joint; for you—give me fourteen Flood theem with dimes, and give your niggas joints" Suge Knight the building, take the town over Then I woke up It's blood on my left thumb, I bagged over Now, I start casing the crib, base-ing (Yo, yo) Eighty a gram, kicked off the PlayStation Now, the whole lab is mine First niggas was lying, mad hundreds start rolling in line Yo, the shit's love, shakes in a dimensional caps You want sick love, buy like one invincible pack You get this stuff, you gon' see residuals back You just a dig-dug, you can't even hit me with facts I just bugged on 'em, played the rug on 'em "Two for nine, you my nigga, got love for 'em" We hit it in the process, ahh, yes, and this is destined Flashback to his culture—he Mexican "You all that, slick politician with your raw rap You can sell from anywhere to jail—nigga, fall back You be stashing shit all in the mailboxes, all that You just as real as the niggas on the call-back" [Outro: Raekwon] "Yo, son, relax, man. We got a lot of G to choose, son. For real, man, here go four more, man. Word up, man. Go wash your hands, man, word up, man. Go—Go pour me some juice or something.. Word up, man. Come see me, though—for real, for real. Yellowbacking rabbithead motherfucker." Wall to Wall[Intro: French Montana] My nigga Raekwon talkin', uh-huh Everythin' you want you don't need And don't believe everythin' you read And only half what you see [Pre-Hook: French Montana] I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah Only half what you see, yeah Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh [Hook: French Montana] It's "Hello", oh, Lord When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? Your bitch turned down, this shit is love Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war We goin' to war (wall to wall) My money's stacked up (wall to wall) My shows' packed up (wall to wall) Her ass stepped up (wall to wall) Got my money up, we goin' to war [Verse 1: French Montana] Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends 'Til they called it love Called my niggas, grabbed their hammers 'Bout to go to war Prices on your head, I'm a spend it Everythin' in that showroom, nigga, I was in it On my son, I was in it, I was in it Dirty money, ten chains, I be shinin' every minute I'm shinin' every minute Soft to the hard rock, Hard Rock Casino Me and shorty watchin' Nino in the hardtop I done counted ten mills when that ball dropped Me and Chinx poppin' bottles out in Far Rock [Pre-Hook: French Montana] I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah Only half what you see, yeah Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh [Hook: French Montana] It's "Hello", oh, Lord When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? Your bitch turned down, this shit is love Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war We goin' to war (wall to wall) My money's stacked up (wall to wall) My shows' packed up (wall to wall) Her ass stepped up (wall to wall) Got my money up, we goin' to war [Verse 2: Raekwon] Frozen fishscale, you better go to Ishmael Tiger-skin hammer, sittin' by the Benz grille Knots of hundreds; it's lunch, kid, play fair Say "yeah," feed your brother, be's a one, shit Enough money to slum kids, kings with pillows Leave your body, yo, under the dumpsters Take money suitcases, bracelets, cake mix Come out the hole, this is weight flicks So much bread, we build lead houses Run in the shed, see dead thousands Faces, we call 'em big noses Flashin' in the foreign shit Grubbed up niggas is wasted [Pre-Hook: French Montana] I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah Only half what you see, yeah Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh [Hook: French Montana] It's "Hello", oh, Lord When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? Your bitch turned down, this shit is love Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war We goin' to war (wall to wall) My money's stacked up (wall to wall) My shows' packed up (wall to wall) Her ass stepped up (wall to wall) Got my money up, we goin' to war [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Yo, whip my feet up, gettin' manicures in a zap And spectacular visuals Niggas be camera-phonin' up my movement Everythin' we do to sit and take precedents While we go stackin' residuals Niggas starvin' to know just how we do it Absolutely be stayin' the money every night (Dracula) Niggas, stay up in it like Jamaicans and stay in the maximum Difficult to predict, I'm calculated like algebra Cause the money traced back to them diamond mines out in Africa We in the future with it though, closin' my eyes for pictures Phone'd have me speak with holograms When I'm buildin' with bitches And then I bang 'em like body slammin', one-handin' 'em ishes Like I was sellin' warheads and I'm baggage handlin' missiles Fuck it, decided to blow an M just bein' silly With a bob and a step and a charisma like I sit on a billi And for the five percent with the science And the ones that really get me I got a lot to do with civilizin' and countin', I'm busy [Pre-Hook: French Montana] I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah Only half what you see, yeah Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh [Hook: French Montana] It's "Hello", oh, Lord When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? Your bitch turned down, this shit is love Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war We goin' to war (wall to wall) My money's stacked up (wall to wall) My shows' packed up (wall to wall) Her ass stepped up (wall to wall) Got my money up, we goin' to war [Outro: Raekwon] Salute, salute, yeah Montana, what up, baby? Word up, you know what it is, my nigga Louis Rich right here, baby Yeah, you know what this is, nigga Butter Knives[Kung-fu sample] They say he's a swordsman They say he's a swordsman [Intro] Back to that fly shit, Silicone Valley good shit, right here, boy More money on this rhyme right here, boy Take y'all back to the front of the motherfuckin' 1-6-Ooh shit Yo, lord, that first Wu shit You know what it is, it's that motherfuckin' Special made, high powered, special made forces What up what up what up, a-yo, a-yo [Verse 1] Chef that fly with a meat cleaver, swing on a young nigga Smack flames at him, no gun neither Leave him with a bump, what the fuck ("They say he's a swordsman") Get that little, nigga Who give a fuck if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run from nothing Chain came from rent days and pumping YSL with velours on, drawers is colorful I do this, forever nigga, raw style Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't come through Unless your vehicle three hundred chain, silly Laying in the park with the killers, the coupes, the villains No rims, we just ball for the millions The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they dome Get your throne rushed, and I ain't got a gun on High power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on Drinking with the best of the hustling [Hook] I got butter knives, like you got butter knives Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles Fila approaches, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters Can't come through with cedar toasters It's going down, only in the town Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment [Verse 2] Flying shooters, eyewear rugers Stars and swords in front of the building, five thousand students Cocaine cops they know him ("They say he's a swordsman") You already know that, man Diamonded up, double O sevens, come through, 1-8-7 Back to the Hill in a second, yeah Sons jump in front of them bullets, push me up in the bullet Stay cool, I got shit, where ya weapon? Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and cannons Back of the building, with the jammers Live well, eat well, Welcome to the Terrordome, sleep well Who don't like beef? Keep shells I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart Play parts of this in detail Well carried mannered, blampers, ninjas black down Pop up on spots and vanished ("They say he's a swordsman") [Hook] I got butter knives, like you got butter knives Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles Fila approaches, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters Can't come through with cedar toasters It's going down, only in the town Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment [Outro] Get down, Lord! They say he's a swordsman! Chop Chop Ninja[Kung-fu sample] I want them to fight! Sister... sister, get out of there! If you kill them, we'll never know who's the best [Hook: Estelle] What are the true keys to being a ninja? Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence, ah What are the true keys to being a ninja? Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence This is Shaolin (Shaolin) this is Shaolin (Shaolin) This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin [Verse 1: Raekwon] He threw a kick at me, I back-slapped him, I pulled out the mac He kicked it out of my hand, how real that? Yo, a place where niggas get it on at I think it evolved around three hundred raps, thirty stacks He had black on, yup, I was dusted, with all of my bangles on Two rings clustered, shorty black He was there, this my nigga, check the bullshit, he jabbed China Man He threw a sword right through his wool shit Now he throwing stars at the kid, I'm jumping over my car, yo Trying to get to my glove box and shit Got the door open, gash in my caesar, my sneakers got red on it Know that's blood, he threw a piece of a chain with a long blade on it And a nigga was buckwild, I'm ducking and dodging Trying to stick 'em with my little blade, Rae in some trouble I got to the glove box, I threw two shots, he disappeared [Hook: Estelle] What are the true keys to being a ninja? Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence, ah What are the true keys to being a ninja? Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence This is Shaolin (Shaolin) this is Shaolin (Shaolin) This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] I stay there like it ain't nothing to face fear Flowers by the grave of the niggas who say where I'm straight tear, tell them don't play fair Then retalliation, I'm a shake 'em just for scraping my suede pair He told me "Yo, wait right here, son, I been there" Rip your pockets off plus nut in your dame hair Broad day, even with jake there, serious Last time you saw me I was rocking the same stare Do or die, you or I, cousin, I pray for you Forgive me for my sins, father, this is what they made me do Nonsense cause me to slay the fool, rather than play the fool I resort to waving the gauge at you [Hook: Estelle] What are the true keys to being a ninja? Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence, ah What are the true keys to being a ninja? Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence This is Shaolin (Shaolin) this is Shaolin (Shaolin) This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin [Verse 3: Raekwon] The year of the bullshit, why me? The nigga had Asics on A three hundred dollar pair, B You don't scare me, wiping blood, hear me? He laugh with a sinister grin, the sun went down, this is grim Now I'm sweating, still repping my square, you probably under a chair Black hood on and sporting a gray beard [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] Respect mine, or there go your head line A nigga got caught up, and left naked sporting a necktie Skip town slide to west side, CSI riding on my hides So I'm out til next time Still Struggling[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I know how it feels to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you're the user Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way, mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray So you can reminisce and wish You wasn't living so devilish s-shit I remember I was just like you Smoking blunts with my crew Flippin' over 62s Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D That's why my mom hates me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves Four drunks trying to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasn't trying to hear it Smoking mad Newports cause I'm doing court for an assault That I caught in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man You better have your gat in hand cause man [Hook: Inspector Deck] A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M Still struggling, Survival got me buggin' (ghetto misery) (Souls of a soldier in the streets of survival) Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough (The rough life, I just be up nights) ( It got me)(still strugglin) May help you maintain (In the everyday struggle) [Verse 2: Raekwon] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no job Had secondhands, moms bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way I begin to G off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rolling with this one And that one, pulling out Gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smoking wools at 16 And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out Catchin' keys from across seas Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the TEC-9 (Get live, muthaf~) Neither One of Us[Intro] This for all them real niggas, man, that just be on some moves Study their history, know what time it is Move general, you heard? [Verse 1] Gold jewels ain’t my thing, kid, I’d rather wear none Them vehicles I fly around I gave to my son Growing grays, blowing haze, watching A Raisin in the Sun Young buck buying some Bucks, the suede ones My life story was right, shorty, cousins’ll fight for me Blood, let’s wild out, let’s ride for the white, call me Got older, got bolder, staircase days Forty ounces, big bags to blaze, wearing capes Bagging for hours, cooking up, wolves with power Hooking up, those devoured, weak niggas foul up No follow-up, then the connect came, we swallow up Paying more, then we came with short money, pile it up Rocking them niggas, they rocking us back Cause every day we thrust back, felt like the work’ll reverse that My worst cat’ll blow you in the church, black The day that we felt got jerked we came to two guns and three bats [Interlude: Gladys Knight sample] It’s sad to think We’re not gonna make it [Verse 2] We’ll break your legs for steak and eggs, the menu is taking regs Beef patties with cheese, a Widala state at Ted’s A money rich getting comrade, who fell in the storm Bagged him, now we strong as hell and no going backwards Leather jackets, new Astons, Mosans, crew flashing Jealousy around the corner, niggas got two castles Some with coke, some bubble capsules Some went and sold dope, some came back broke and asking The lifestyle is real, it can switch in a flash, kid From living right to living and gone in a splash, kid Think back to yesterday’s tactics, should’ve been an actor Blessings, then became a rapper [Outro: Gladys Knight sample] For some ungodly reason We just won’t let it die I guess neither one of us Wants to be the first to say goodbye Crane Style[Verse 1: Raekwon] Redskin leather, Indian sex Pair of fresh Mocs on, lighting lear on my flesh Let my arm roll, fresh off the honor roll, platinum bottles of Krug All my niggas do what I got 'em for Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme Lines is nothing, blunt out, fuck him All we know is jewelry and I mashed that, everybody excited To see whatever bling on, smash that Clever, more like a fox and ox together Two stainless Glocks, rocks and a feather Yeah, I'm from the lead era, shoot at Anything that move, and move out America And all we ever want is needed, seen it Like a young Fillipino in Kuwait getting treated Heavy horror armor, spike a bitch like her Half a pound of good weed, then float through Gowanus Brilliant master, sixteenth chapel in the Apple Flooded up, Woolrich wackos Park Hillians getting hillions, that means millions All on feet like Nigerian [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Shallah, I got 'em Heatseeking missile spit, don't even try to hide, nigga Sizzle through your skin bars, call me cyanide, bitch Try me if you want, homey, violation's a no-no I am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous logo Unleash the dragon, massacre the scene I'm spitting, burn a hole through the speaker, and start melting the street up Somebody please call the fire department And I'm a strong believer, ya'll know that I ain't the one to start with Cuz once the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smell My face bleed and we nam them up like ox tail Ya'll see what's happening, ya'll know what the truth is Somebody please ask Shallah Rae why he making me do this Cuz once I finish dudes, it's unfortunate for them yappers Throw them in the trash, they ain't no recyling bin for rappers I microphone control, it's the current dominant factor The records been bodied, I personally request the pastor, gone F.I.L.A. World[Verse 1: Raekwon] Dressed in FILA, change in the beehive 7:30 nigga slick coupe with him, see ma? I'm rich, my bitch, before and after, kept her well Sit right there, enjoy the chapter Bounce, 2 ounces get burnt Thinkin' bread now, buy more lead, get the dread town Let's smoke on the furlough king Switch to Merlot, I know them niggas is bird, they swerve dope Nobody gettin' it, whores is wicked with it Little kids growin' up fast, teens is wickeded No jobs, no checks, it's like rockin' an Olex Rolex, her father is Cotex Mother is so vexed, brothers is on X Niggas is slummin' it, I'd rather see no necks Dumb niggas, this the decade of bum niggas It won't work, no matter how much bread you jerk [Hook: 2 Chainz] Inhale it (x3) Weed so loud, all my neighbors say they hear it Roll up the strong, inhale it (x3) Weed so loud, all my neighbors say they hear it [Verse 2: Raekwon] I'm usually in the lawsuits frontin' Comin' out Bank of America, big knot on me, I'm comfy Roll the joints, jumpin' in joints, niggas with coins beat the point And we want appointments, yo nigga, get some ointment Stop playin', start prayin', I just might start sprayin' Niggas is ass and all day with it No style with no pals, niggas is so foul It shows how I only fuck with real, them niggas know now I slow down, don't wanna catch a charge and go down I'm too large, drop a bag, use a marksman Pause, said, "You don't want no parts of me, kid" I'm just shootin' you real rap, so go wash with it A legend with his hands up, suits is glammed up I'm just bowlin' for millions out in Japan, what Plannin' somethin', niggas ride around wearin' somethin' Other than that or rap, I'd rather fade black [Hook] [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] These niggas is dead already, I use machetes to eat spaghetti They really couldn't ride a mile on my Pirellis Bags so heavy the damns collapsed Conversate about me, that's a chain reaction Pressure to press in past aggression Hope your body guard got pain protection One in the chamber, middle finger, no fornicate So many bullets in the clip, it's 'bout to sufficate My uncle was late, my aunt ain't show up How you gon' tell an old man to grow up It's like comparin' Earl to throw up Same frame of mind but a different poster I'm 'posed to be what I wanna be Dream so big for the world to see First class, fruits and tea And usually the only black man is me [Hook] 4 in the Morning[Intro] Did he have hands? Did he have a face? Yes Then it wasn't us [Verse 1: Raekwon] Bernard Goetz Gazelle's on .45 in the bag, mask a Bourdon Sacks Willy jury is all really Rich nigga's paying for the team Sniff the eighth and feed Lily Lily is a cocaine Willy Who got mad connects in a small town in Philly Octopus soul sister rock a puss Ghost outside parked vertical Yeah, the Jakes'll murder you Four to five hundred bricks Dicks come in with no tie on That symbolizes the wire on All Krylon heat my rings bling 500 feet away Hit the church steeples in the D Brand new shells on, a python, a Fisker Twist from the Astons made for the listener Or rather yeah, the driver, suicide rider B bums and Wally's, me and Shallah's colleagues [Chorus] 4 in the morning [8x] [Verse 2: Raekwon] Blow hands, the stove is a roaster where bottles whip in motion May cause 'drop him in the ocean' Irish blood gangsters, the roulettes Cooler moving through Texas, grandmother she Mex-ish, yup Tablets, krills, bath salts, last call, get it Drugs flying minutes like a fastball Smash all, I will remain clean, the status calm I do it for niggas who last long Last Don's chill, Kings in the chair, cigars in the air This the last part with snakes that'll break any mans arm Which way the grass growin' We've sown enough and now we're farmers Who come through with lawn mowers and armor [Chorus] 4 in the morning [8x] [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, I used to move cracks, sort diesel and gats Runnin' trains on them hood rat bitches up in the trap We used to blow 'em out Fiends comin' in hike with they seized bite With residue stuck all on they pipe 4 in the mornin' when the gates start jumpin' Dustheads lurkin' and the fiends start thumpin' And it seems like the fiends, he own CREAM, so they jumpin' Bean told Cream he stole green so he cut ‘em Ditch him Star, souflee'd one half of his cheekbone Now he talkin' out the side of his mouth But yo, peep homes, stuck Fly dust, that's four finger nuggets With plastic stuffed in the Kangol buckets Dirty burners on, gloves and scanners Smart mouth, Teymor bitches in the back gettin' sandwiched After a dick suck accountant In the wee hours, backing up mountains 4 in the morning [Chorus] 4 in the morning [8x] Zonder mijSoms ga ik terug in mijn gedachtes. Om herinneringen op te halen. Je liet me los die gedachte kan ik niet loslaten. Ik mis je steeds vaker weet niet of dat ooit wel stopt. Denken aan jou maakt me blij maar tegelijk ook kapot. Ik heb nooit gezocht naar liefde maar jij bracht dat met je mee zou er altijd voor me zijn. Waarom liet je me alleen? Ik denk niet dat je weet wat je doet met mij! De liefde lijkt zover van de pijn. Maar het is toch hier me hart klopt voor jou maar het klopt niet. Soms wil ik jou vergeten maar mijn gedachte voor jou die stopt niet. Waarom ben je niet hier bij mij? Ik zweer d'r gaat geen dag voorbij dat ik niet aan je denk. Het doet me pijn om te weten dat je in mn hart maar niet in mn armen bent. Ik kan niet denken aan de toekomst als ik in het verleden blijf. Maar ik blijf liever kijken naar ons dan niet met je zijn. Ik zweer die gedachte die doet me pijn. Geen jij bij mij maar toch is het wij. Want ik zie mezelf niet zonder jou alsof ik op mezelf niet mezelf kan zijn. Ik snap niet waarom ik nog steeds wacht ik snap niet wat jij in die tijd dacht. Ik snap niet dat ik zoveel moeite in jou stak en dat al die moeite voor niks was. Gebroken ik voel niks meer. Zo gebroken, nee ik voel niks meer. Denken aan jou doet me pijn maar Ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij. En ik hoop dat jij alles hebt wat je nodig hebt zonder mij. Ik kan niet ontkennen dat ik je mis en dat ik met zoveel vragen zit. Maar ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij. Kijk ik snap niet veel van liefde maar weet dat ik dat had met jou dus als ik weet wat liefde is dan weet ik dat dat komt door jou. Zoveel geleerd van jou alles was gemeend met jou. Alles voelt zo leeg rond mij mis die late night dates met jou. Ik mis jou hand in mijn hand. Ik mis jou lip op mijn lip. Ik mis het om jou steeds te zeggen waarom ik jou leuk vind baby. Ik zie in je ogen dat die keuze niet jouw keus is. (Ik zie in je ogen dat die keuze niet jouw keus is). Ik liep en loop voor je. Ik word blij en word boos voor je liefde is iets speciaals. Dit gaat door je maag maar je weet dat ik kan koken voor je. Als geluk in de winkel lag zou ik het kopen voor jou. Je bent mijn queen maar wilt die kroon niet. Toen samen maar nu lonely. De liefde waait langzaam weg schatje maar mijn hoop niet. Je was mijn up up up toen ik down was. Ik had maar 1 wens en dat is dat je mijn vrouw was Ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij. En ik hoop dat jij alles hebt wat je nodig hebt zonder mij. Ik kan niet ontkennen dat ik je mis en dat ik met zoveel vragen zit. Maar ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij Ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij. En ik hoop dat jij alles hebt wat je nodig hebt zonder mij. Ik kan niet ontkennen dat ik je mis en dat ik met zoveel vragen zit. Maar ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij Ice Cream Pt. 2[Intro: Raekwon] This is little Kane though His little sobrero (The ice cream truck is back mothafucker!) (Check out this shit) Yeah uh-huh (What?) Eh yo.. eh yo eh yo [Hook: Raekwon] Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl French vanilla cream, body work is mean Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love [Verse 1: Raekwon] Got them fat legs, killin' them Gucci's Heels on, with the fat coochie The way it's feelin' you seducin' me Take time, create, yeah my legend is straight now Ya inner vibe's the side of the juicy Cheeba queen, treats on, jeans, state to state And she got the nerve to fuck me all mean While I rock all green, by all means We in the mall fiendin', one more hump then I'mma scream Boo throw me more of you, I'll take all four of you We could flip it on the floor while I'm pourin' on you Make me kiss it in the store on you Cop the new drawers, the dick is all yours it's a mornin' blue Straight mines, thats a warnin' duke Watch me climb, that pussy looks shaped and designed Yeah, line for line, rhyme for rhyme That coochie is mine, I might just need it this time [Hook: Raekwon] Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl French vanilla cream, body work is mean Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl French vanilla cream, body work is mean Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love [Verse 2: Method Man] Shut the fuck up and get in the car Girl, your high beams is on, I wonder how they fit in that bra We in the front seat, splittin' cigars I'm on my job so you handcuffin' ho ass niggas, be on your guard Especially on ladies night, I like it when they take a swallow Straight out the bottle, but that ain't lady-like I call 'em lil' pet names like Ma and Boo-Boo So everytime I see your girlfriend, never confuse you With the next down-ass chick, that play a part That's cool enough to pardon my French menage a trois Meth Man, real talk, don't mean to put you on the spot But I know a spot to kick your heels off I'm not as Dirty as that Bastard, be But still a villain, I serve 'em Dick Dastardly Here's a little taste of Ice Cream II (Ice Cream II) So put some Vicky Secret on, trick, I might swing through [Hook: Raekwon] Butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl French vanilla cream, body work is mean Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl French vanilla cream, body work is mean Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Yo, I love my dick-size, like I love women and shit My head grew over these years, now I got a nice dick Beauty mark right on my balls, girl, have a nice lick Cute in the face, hair-do, you got some nice lips Pussy monkeys holdin' my cock, just like it's vice grips Part down the crack of your ass, your frame is priceless Butter-butter caramel swirl, chocolate chip French vanilla sundae girls, banana split Cum drip down in your chin, right on your soft tits Put your hand gently in mine, give me a soft kiss What's really good? Girl, slip me your number You blowin' up, and your lookin' Ice Cream this summer Better than Beyonce, Halle Berry and them Honey, you lookin' scrumptous, I ain't worried 'bout them You my straight hood chick, girl, you more than a gym You got that fat tight pussy like Notorious KIM Butter-butter caramel swirl, chocolate chip French vanilla sundae girls, banana split, uh.. [Hook: Raekwon] Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl French vanilla cream, body work is mean Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl French vanilla cream, body work is mean Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love Last Trip to Scotland[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, what up, what's good? Yeah, nigga, hold this money right here, yeah We already got them mapped out, you know Alright, don't even stress it Niggas got mad coke inside the Luvs pampy Luvs Pampers box, nigga Them niggas is stupid [Verse 1: Raekwon] That nigga pussy doing pig latin, he can't come to the hood Might kill him off top up in the Staten Son think he better than niggas, I think his rebels is resentful Tried to kill him in his rental He had an Idi Amin approach, hitting the roach Had a hunger face, he drove his moms Seven in the ocean It's a wild cowboy sling heroin, who rock the dead arm Knocked the DEA agent out his Cheron All his Eli's, macheted up, stainless -- You never heard nothing, all you hear is the guns blaze Rocking pastel blazers, with a shorty from Iceland Who old dad put him up on rice and Starving to make a wack debut, he came through the lobby Three coacher Devilles with him, a whitey, it's pathetic Ragged monkey face, faggot dead it Coming through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate Watching him looking stupid, son know we on foot patrol Come through the hole, niggas is spooking Seven hundred shots, all leather gloves, six thugs Two had a mask on, he took 'em off what We got you now, nigga, blowing you down, niggas is foul This is trauma king, by any means, blaow They pushed his face in, fell out his Saucony's, snatched his homeys Took his Glock, you gon' be my tenderoni? [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Uh! Metal exchanges, the hood's the gun range Everybody's a target depending on how you aim Dice games and ice chains, pendant spelling your name OG's setting the wrong example, tellin' the same Look at Shorty Shitstain, grew up to be a fucking mess Before his clique came, he bang and never tucked his chest Closet full of them thangs, he caught the gun connect Riding 'round with ''A'' and ''Lil' Nino'' and they want respect Son cool, Nino want the show Everybody know they straight shippin' hood bitches to the bungalow Pillow talkin' let the birds hawk it Chattin' bout what happened, and when and what they coming back in Champagne slackin', traffickin' while they travel Word got back the old time friends and snakes rattled Two different 'burbans, but the one that dropped the birds got tailed.. Information for the ones that like to steal, got mailed Pussy power made the plans sour Apartment full of party powder, outside a stakeout for hours Click clacks from big gats and rags Soon as the door squeaks they runnin' up on the grass Bang, flash! Shots ride on path of broken glass Comedy laughs, while they haul ass with the bags Legends in my hood played back, twin Benzes whippin' in black And that was like the old Maybach 86' (Remix)[Verse 1: Raekwon] Ayo, ayo Wood green jacket in the clapper Catch me inside Mojito City with a stretched plump actress Grabbin her thong, the light-skinned Nia Long Rich niggas way back, the bitch do John Why would you ever wanna be here? Guns bigger than me here I'm like the centipede, three pair Wallabees, first pair ferocious Guns from Scotia, everybody know I flow like oceans Truck little pieces, how we gonna eat this? I walk around fly, high, telekinesis And my lady, a well known designer who fell in line with me And all she do is sell LV We in the grow house, trees look alone I built the Dutch Master train set kid, relax, you home And watchin' Carmelo and the Knicks go in I'm playin' my square, I'm in the front row, my bitch roll in That's not wifey, that's a lover She gave me some top, but how we met, she was alone with my brother Givin twenty-year veteran good dick, came to my senses Stay strong like old man in dentures Winter time rockin' a fox, hangin' with Bruno Mars, The LOX Sting, yo, Nas' pops We gettin' honies, Rat Pack clique in my gunny Blowin' two Ls, Ocean Eleven this money Floss stays coolin' on them horses Hoppin' over logs, long Polo boots, ownin' them Porsches Maxin' king, everything' Gucci Just like the suits I play Saturday to stay in Jacuzzis Brother Man, I'm floatin' to mother lands And came back with ounces of gold, wrapped inside rubber bands Hangin' in McCormick & Schmitz Doin' my OG thing, slangin' some 'caine in the mix [Chorus: Altrina Renee] I'll be flying to the islands when it's cold outside Matching furs, his and hers, got matchin' black cars On my life, livin' right, baby, love is no limit Life's good either way, 'long as you in this [Verse 2: AZ] Uhh, from bullet holes and graffiti Bein' low to exposin' money rolls on the TV Clothes on neatly, cologne switchin' weekly Women chose, now need to be told how to treat me Discreetly, used to dick 'em down just for GP Freaky, now I worth a fortune on Phoebe's Easy, went from 22s on the shoes And just chill with the factory feel, I'm still cool Refuel, fresh from the era, Lo-sweater, cold weather Used to beef if Ra' or Kane flow better Forever, Larry Davis live, be obliged For those broads bein' blessed to absorb a nigga vibe Reside, in various places Some spacious, others is basic But the face lift, escalates it Persuasive, polly with many, but not friendly Cop Balenci', fly Versa' and rock Fendi And he, came from the bottom, no problem Nothin' surprise me, niggas try but can't size him Possum, me and the missus, gourmet dishes Instagramin' our pictures under chandelier fixtures Scriptures, script from the heart My pit's dark, chess players keep what I peep, I pick apart My wiz is sharp, wine and dine when it's time Line for line, leavin' that crime shit behind The world is mine, suited and booted, so secluded Leaving 'em clueless, this is how thorough niggas do this.. huh Quiet Money, Ice Water [Chorus: Altrina Renee] I'll be flying to the islands when it's cold outside Matching furs, his and hers, got matchin' black cars On my life, livin' right, baby, love is no limit Life's good either way, 'long as you in this Radiant Jewels[Intro: Raekwon] Chef, let’s do it [Verse 1: Raekwon] Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends Actors, vixens, niggas put your kicks in Blood money when we hawking, ackward gun that go around curves Bullets braze niggas with coffin, yo Watch how to rhyme with hammers, I got two mens That don't speak English, shooting game's bananas Down in Spain, my bangles, clusty, checking my swings Trillians on, yo, cuffing my jeans Broad day, yo, body another, my microphone is like Blow 'caine, one, pull the trees, you love us, yo So killers be cool, pimps, read rules When a grown man is rapping, it's Ill Street Blues Striving, nigga, with one side Don't go against totally rent shit, nigga, baby gonna die Yeah, bank robbers armored up, gear like the boys in Heat DeNiro told one soldier keep quiet [Interlude: Cormega] Aiyo, word to mother Ya'll niggas better bring ya selfs son, word [Verse 2: Cormega] When Pun was packing a mack in back of the Acura I was dealing in them buildings, it wasn't no cameras The witness savages, snitching was hazardous, now it isin't Shit is embarrasing, fuck a flow, this is a lyrical aquaduct Sink or swim for what I'm hearing you bagging up Lyte like the MC, I'm 'paper thin', you tripping I'm taking trips, your eyes don't lie, take a glimpse Into my life, you see me blazing clips, with the green to make it rich With a team that'll scrape the Knicks, and a v that's crazy quick I came to wear my Yankee fitted, represent for greatness It's lyrical elevation, causing mental stimulation If I'm getting too deep, I give you a minute to take in My jewels radiant, like a view of the Caymans And thinking you seeing me, who you playing with? Cor, Mega, raw forever Fell back, pause, fell off? Never [Interlude: Sean Price] P! Shaolin, what up? [Verse 3: Sean Price] Aiyo, listen giraffe neck niggas, I blast techs Alejandro, came through with the Mexican Aztecs Rap smack niggas on a whole different aspect Homey, owe me dough, that's how we fucked up his last check Three train Saratoga, train stop, nigga been Metro part with the plan, make major figures Foul flagrant, two shots, give me the ball back You got shot, get off my ball sack You not hot, give me a call back, niggas is all wack Super doopa stupid, get drugs and I fall back P, ain't a problem that the God can't handle I set it off First Blood, Sean John Rambo Whoooo, as you can see, I'm focused Boot Camp for life, fuck the G.I. Joe shit Boot Camp is an Army, better yet a Navy Marine Air Force Ones, nigga, the shit's crazy, don't play me A Pinebox Story[Verse One] A metal rock hit his face with a rush They pistol-whipped him, shot him with his Dutch He lost all his trust Smoking Dutch, choking in his lust Living out his lies, so one day he stole a pair of nuts Tried to go hard, that’s the wrong song He should’ve just jetted, Moet in his mind up was wrong He could’ve made it but he waited, hesitated Laying on a bitch, they caught him right in front of his Moms They did him extra dirty, stripped him, tied his hands to his Vans Them old school niggas left a victim His blooded waist, broken arm, cut him in his face I heard the chants, he don’t deserve life, let him lamp Choking him, poking him, hitting him with all kinds of knobs Left him soaking, ?? all in his mouth He was out, they broke him up, knocked him out Three times then threw him in a slouch They took his sneakers and his beeper Where’s Theresa? Snatched the reefer That bitch is next, catch you on the sequel Swollen eyes, his face was pulverized Trying to be a hustler, two ounces he want to mobilize Dumb dummy, no team, he barely had money Flying around, old ass Jag, buying blow from me Ski mask robbing, jean wearing ho sweetass All I Got is You Pt. II[Intro: Raekwon] Straight up, c'mon Bub, I need you dun Yo, Straight up y'all Yo Ghost I love you man You know how we do this right here We do this for our family See you soon kid [Verse 1: Raekwon] The greatest thing a kid could have To chill with his family, sit back laying on his Dad Props go out, next thing you know Pops roll out Moms cussed him out, "get the fuck out" Couldn't understand it, feelings turning to hard granite Now she a one single parent Growing up on welfare, she might need healthcare That made me feel no one else cares Moms is a part of my life forever Getting drunk that's her business guess that's stormy weather Fish and grits, twelve o' clock midnight pissed Stop crying Ma take a kiss Take care of ya brother and sis Something happen to me I miss ya better be offic She meant that shit, every mouthful accurate Took me to school be immaculate Taught by the best, remember stress A ghetto agenda that's how we rest Don't let 'em play with your emotions Lotioning me, little money in my vest Damn, Mom going through it, still holding me through it Sneaker money fucked up, yo Yeah when Granddaddy died, I know you didn't see me cry Held it in, it hurted Ma a lot Remember, Bucs had me in a tux Went to beef stake Charlie's had my first pay cut Yeah, loving you always Screaming on janitors in hallways "It's my son" always Caught me in the crib yo, smoking Sat me down heart broken Hoping the phase had me open yo You like, hey yo, for real You like loving you for life it's only right Strong yourself we make it Weak minded you naked The pain and hurt I can't take it Plus my Uncle in jail, that's your brother go see him He look forward to it like mail You my ace, you the lady in the place You ain't a waste, we just trapped inside a low-life place Trust me I'm gonna work hard Tattoo my body, throw it on top where I got scars [Break: Reakwon] See it son, start crying [Outro: Big Bub] * singing til the end * Walk Wit Me[Intro: Raekwon w/ others] *sniff* Yo, boo, calm down, man Chill 'fore you break your nose, man What up, what up, king (yo what's going on?) (Yo, oh, who the fuck is this?) (Yo, walk this bitch outta here, man) (Her hands is all white and shit, looking all crazy) Fingerprints all over the refrigerator You fake ass Gucci wearing nigga! Yo, girl, chill chill, come on, man Just give me papi number, man, for real, man, you playing [Verse 1: Raekwon] I'm on the crisp blue yacht, with my hand on the twat With a Commodore CD, a bottle of stock On a green rug, GG's on it, a mean snub Bad little Asian, named Asia, my love Had connects, plus fame favorite flick, Black Rain Pinky finger rocked up, giving me brain Like Griselda's little flame, ran with her for forty months Came home, her estate was insane Vuitton toilet paper, Polo walls, Jimmy Choo Pots and pans, this broad had a horse Cash it in, yo, Masta, live with me, take it all You can have whatever, five hundred leathers Bruno Mag' sweaters, Gucci rain boots Brook Brothers, New Eras, jew killers New line sponsored by fellas, catch 'em in the hall balling I thought about it, whatever [Hook: Raekwon (sample)] (Walk with me) Relax and get your facts right (Walk with me) You know we only getting cash in the fast life (Walk with me) Living, giving my all, I give it back, right (Walk with me) We die, we die together, this the last night [Verse 2: Raekwon] CNN watching, ESPN friend Coat shopping, lochness, smothered up, god damn Boo living it good, Aspen, the color of wood On the outside, vibe is good Knowing I'm hood, I should, escape project life Run with my rifle, live in the woods Grow a rugged beard, and chill, poppa real Poppa eat, poppa a rolling stone, for real This the deal, chill, this how we live in the Hill Kill a nigga for me, kill or be killed Share that money and still, when it's time to reveal You never met me, but respect me, you will Dinosaur wheels we peel, skated with the fly seals She broke out, died in Brazil Met her younger cousin Nil', you looking for birds, right? Yeah, my cousin said you real, you gotta [Hook: Raekwon (sample)] (Walk with me) Relax and get your facts right (Walk with me) You know we only getting cash in the fast life (Walk with me) Living, giving my all, I give it back, right (Walk with me) We die, we die together, this the last night [Verse 3: Raekwon] Oh shit, Goldschläger in the gold dagger in a gold Acura A gold Phantom pulled up, yo, go backwards They had a package on 'em, hold half a bit, it's half rough But still, I got me forty traffickers Riding through Manhattan tough, got my mavericks up We on, rolling thirty deep in the gadget trucks Spending magic bucks, fuck around, get an Aston truck Fly around, fucking actress sluts We been clashing with the masses, what Put the gasses up, flame 'em out his lab, splash him up That's how we get it on, that's what's up Don't ever wrassle us, you might get shackled in your castle, what Play with the boys, that's the stuff I'm talking bout, niggas they die, faster than a pastor fuck Seeing 'em mourn me, flash a buck Pull a bulb out, like Con Ed, keep it on a massive hush [Hook: Raekwon (sample)] (Walk with me) Relax and get your facts right (Walk with me) You know we only getting cash in the fast life (Walk with me) Living, giving my all, I give it back, right (Walk with me) We die, we die together, this the last night [Outro: Raekwon] Come on, man, word up, let 'em talk Put this bag out, and after that, take it to heed Man, I see you in a minute, chill You got to lay on the other side of the fucking wall for you Word up, this the nigga face, man, I only got four million, man Straight up, last thing I heard, the nigga grandmother was in Argentina I want her too, for real, for real, we ain't playing no games, man The nigga like to shop and floor shine He stay on 44th, catch the nigga by Delancey, too For real, I got his baby pictures and everything Word up, his cousin, his cousin is a security guard at Barnes/Nobles For real, his little nephew, his little nephew work in the Muthafucking fish store Up in, 138th and Harlem, man... This all the money for today, man A lot of paper came in today, a lot of Franklins Bring the other bag, son, yeah, hold it, huh Toaster head nigga, get the fuck off of me Luxury Rap[Verse 1: Raekwon] Uhh, yeah, what up, Lord? This the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, Beretta blown Or whip the vanilla 200X Lebanon Doofie gauge, .38s, 300 rebels strong Out in Grenada, chilling snow pebbles on prosperous Hugh Heff's who fucking his steps Favorite color purple, we would circle the jets He talk base, in a I-8 racing clear doors we face In life, in trying to get away from these whores Or rolling uptown in gambling stores Stealing clothes in Macy’s, running out with like five, six Velours Thug couple Rugby boys who get fly and break jaws And take papes the stakes is yours [Verse 2: Fred The Godson] Rae told me victory's unexpected They hating on my chain, misery from a necklace See my YouTube and hear me spitting, know I'm reckless First nigga ever selling metaphors on Craig's List Fred shit, they on it, no matter what's the joint You the Hornets, you lost Chris Paul, what's your point? I could spit a freestyle and be on This beat feel like I should rhyme with some Wallabies on I would be wrong if I told everybody get your weight up It's back to the real shit, that wave up, phase up If he owe me dough, I hope that he pay up Hand on that trigger when that finger roll, he'll lay up, ha Wait up, just homicide humor I could've bodied you sooner, I just provided the rumor Whatever he rhyming on, I'll bring it to you I'm a phenomenon, Travolta with the tumor, Fred [Verse 3: JD Era] Blowing exotic kush, watermelon flavor, no seeds Burn it by the O-Z, imported from O-T Export it from T-O, salute to the OG Flips is high risk, but the moves is low key Young hustlers, dreaming about awards and tours The world is ours, and any store accepting the credit card Bought her: fly boosters, designer shades, and all that Hit it in the back, then fell back in the callback I’m busy chasing paper on the cash rule major All we do is see numbers like an old school pager Double your wager, we busy clocking like Flavor Time waits for no man, man don’t be a hater Land of opportunity, keep your mule and forty acres I’d rather forty mill and own a piece of the Lakers Dancing with devils, and two stepping with saints We young, black, and getting it, everything that you ain’t – ever Brazil[Raekwon] Why are zyl frames on me? Good Nike, yeah True, alotta chains on, this is how we do the thing, enlight me Clubbed out, bugged out, this is what them thugs bout Bust off shotties, knock niggas mother's out Roll in them renters in winter Too much bones, get bent up The sword'll eat up your chrome for dinner We tasting VS's, very special Cognac since G.S.'s Now we leaning Louis sneakers and C.L.S.'s I'm far from your average rapper, yeah Shallah, hit with an actor Cutting through your time, then slap ya Yo, you see me on them Smack shits, all of my Skittles on In black whips, living comfortable in some glass cribs Word to Jabari, my junior, only two years old Swimming with the sharks, I'mma feed you tuna Your pops been a whale since jail Was taking niggas out to Brazil [Ill Bill] Where carnivale mamis is ill Take me to Paul Wall, buy me a grill I got groupies, buying me Gucci's and exclusive Nike's, it's real I stay biz in the kitchen with the Chef Rae-Kwiz It's either five mill or I'mma have to take they kids I figured out how to rape the system I made more than your album budget off of a freestyle on this mixtape A hustler that understand dollars and cents I get blowjobs from runway models in France The rap Burt Reynolds, when I married the world trembles Producing earthquakes, turning ya stone hedge to pebbles The life we chose, the path we lead And none of us'll see heaven, that's our own guarantee Never rat on your friends, always keep your mouth shut The back of the Benz, put this in your mouth, slut I saw, I conquered, I came and I'm out Laid it out all on the tonsils, then skeet in her mouth The Wild (Intro)[Intro] Yeah, back at it, right? In rap mode again Ill wild dimension where We do this to the maximum skill level That literature gotta light shit up The Wild...The Wild right, the jungle with no rules We run this forest bitch, we live by the water We eat the fruits nigga and we speak the prophets that empowers strong prophecies King Lex... This album is dedicated to the honorable Mel Carter Rest in Palaces, kid... The Wild That's what it is We're tryna take all the fly shit Play like this... Bird Chirp[Verse 1: Raekwon] That nigga be snitching They got the nerve to call him a pitcher If it was my time niggas would get ya Throw the Cannon on your picture Nigga freeze, come out the V's and hand me that watch I know you got cheese, you's just a mixture A homo, that logo that you shine'n is a no-no Be carful, sleep with the po-po's yo It's like it's just Easter If you was deceased just cleat ya You might get slapped with the meat cleaver Don't run the streets neither You can't shop with your bitch either No dirty franks, no bras, not even cheeba Go ahead get movie caught up, please son They might find you in the ? A dick in your mouth, two franks stiff in the freezer You never had respect, you had Visa's You come through the hood, Jesus There go this nigga with pieces I should've just shot you for cheese sticks Eat a dick you bitch, nigga reach I got you just breathe bitch You won't get the front on Rich, I got cheese bitch [Outro: Raekwon] Word up, cause we coming to get you nigga Believe me, you won't be able to take a cab nowhere nigga For real, cause we gone be on you nigga, Ha haa Word up, word up, honey mustard ass nigga Ha ha ha haa, doing all that rat-tat-tat'n Stop it man, word up man This right here is protected by some real niggas man With big hammers and big money man, word up So, jus-jus-just move away from here man, y'knahmean We don't wanna have to come and get you and make you leave man Word up man, for real, and I'm back man I'm on some real heavy armored, Truck-Truck Armored car shit nigga, remember Ya'll know what the fuck we do boy Word up, it's on, yaknawhatimsayin? State of Grace[Intro: Tony Montana "Scarface" sample] It's those guys, man It's the fucking bankers, the politicians They the ones, don't wanna make coke illegal So they can make the fucking money And then they get the fucking votes You fighting the bad guys, they the bad guys! [Intro: RZA (Raekwon)] Trash... yes! (And close the fucking door, man) Wu-Tang! (Fucking idiots, man) Aiyo, Chef, bodododododododododododo.... (Stand... shit man, fuck these motherfuckers, come on, man) Nigga what! [Raekwon] Cream vanquish, my queen keeps it's stainless Cracks and Brussels, screwing everything famous Love to hustle, my ring, call it big Uranus Cats that scuffle, crawl on you and break fingers That's what's up, some saw me in them bone rangers Me and my homey, we bought like forty things up Long as you owe me, you won't get a damn thing, son Shoot off your kangol, while you in the plane, fronting Stop, admire me, ya'll should of fired me Cause when I come back, it's me and my diary None of that bullshit, few men got tired of me My niggas is wrong, they hated, and they lied to me Explain the saga, fuck yo, your chain liver Fuck the blinging, have my money by five, to me Ya'll 'pose to bring it, fuck you and your whole variety I'm bringing my hammers, I beat it like, five to three [Hook: Raekwon] Jealous ass niggas can't see they man prosper They'd rather see me in a broke down fuckin' Mazda Don't disrespect me, son, you will get popped up My resume's off the hook, now, check mi casa Yeah, call it, what you wanna call it My bread is larger, nigga, you can never spoil it Thought you was loyal, now a nigga can't support you Blastin' you up, and off me, now you look rewarded [Raekwon] What's that smell? Rat piss and possum pussy Bitch don't yell, I'm not impressed, don't push me I'm back with some haters, they wipe shit and blast pussies up Bloody ya blazer, take all your man cush weed Yeah, I'm coming just to claim a title Rap is boring, niggas need another idol When I'm gone, just let off like forty rifles Aiming at rappers, biting off the God's bible I destroy you, lyrically, I spit oil This is war, you can never escape, conio Ya'll some lamesters, never seen a yard soiled When it's on, now we gon' see who's loyal Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, yo, to get it from you Place that crown in the garbage, or you sitting on A few things mattered, you was just a corner don That got shot dead like Malcolm in the Audubon [Hook] Silver Rings[Intro: Raekwon] Niggas is sitting around, selling it for money What the fuck is that? Chill chill what up? Stop playing, man, man, you know what it is, man Fuck that, you know what it is, yo, nigga what up? Where that money? Man, yo, yo, yo, come here! Stop acting like you don't know, you already know [Verse 1: Raekwon] Indian head, jewelry Out in Egypt with the wrists of fury Spanking bracelet, rocking Asics Trick bandit, Ghost is brick granite At the U.S. Open with my whole len, slapping up fifty scramblers Niggas said the II was classic, a lot of crack is in the game, yo But your shit is the only 'lastic C.R.E.A.M. rap, militant flow, combination with Swahilian dough Guaranteed we dose that, in the beast like pizzas All I know is reefer and street stuff Stay fly, moving in fleece, what? Traveling the continents with confidence Cuban Linx III coming, don't know when, but the time is running [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] By any means on, Ron O'Neal lean on Freestyle, you want it from Ghost? Then throw C.R.E.A.M. on Suited up, smelling like Fahrenheit with jeans on Knock the rice out a wedding, come and get your bling on Next winter we in log cabins, more baggage, more savage Central Park killas, that equals more stabbings You read the papers, more horrors like Amityville Profanity kills, you like lint on a raggety silk We rock bulls, rock jewels, you heard the interludes Blow up beds in a fifty yard swimming pool Jumping out of planes for dough, Gucci parachutes Abdul Raheem written across is the Ashtabu' Suede loafers, 'Lo scarves, my little grandson want The 20-10 Mercedes-Benz go kart So he can pull out the lollipop keys on 'em His pops'll push the Bugatti drop V on 'em Stampede on 'em, Rap Playoffs got a three-nothing lead on 'em Sparking MC's like we quoting our degrees on 'em Every Soldier in the Hood[Hook: Raekwon] To every soldier in the hood, go in To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding Take it from a ninja and scribe, stay alive Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen [Verse 1: Raekwon] Aiyo, joint loaded, Lotus, big chain cobras Cloth the certain way, notice My style's new now, with generals luau, drugs, guns Chilling on the cool out, don't make me pop you, this is not cool Guaranteed to give you something that works, you're dumped in the dirt Shitting up blood, fingers is burnt Many cycles when you fight in my walls, it's like Michael and the Bulls See a flying piece of iron, no lying No fib and no bullshitting, the shines is forbidden We like Crouching Tiger, you just a fucking kitten Bout to get that wig re-open and then smoked in Bitches is watching, snatch you in the open, yo Twenty-four, seven, we legends, the myth, the riff the gift Shaolin bounded with more whiff Clap 'em with them get down boys, we call them the niggas Who want it with us, we the belt holders in the business [Hook] [Verse 2: Method Man] Yo, ay, the streets be calling and shit A lot of veterans be calling it quits They be calling my flow ill, but still I'm never calling in sick This is Meth Man, New York niggas calling me piff Fuck the cops that be calling me Cliff, flag me down on the Concord Police dogs all up in my whip I get cake, women all in mix, they wanna jump in the six And groupie niggas wanna jump in your flicks We live the life, Scarfaces and guns, I used to fight for crumbs Throw an ace, kick the dice and run Plead your case, you ain't nice as son, I got the drive to win So where you niggas get your license from? Bite an ear, Mike Tyson, uh, that means dough and my nose itch And coke fiends is blowing they noses My team got cream and you know this So nigga get yours, before the door to opportunity closes [Hook] Ill Figures[Intro: Raekwon] When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying But it's what you saying that makes a person know about you Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of person you is So it's like really, I'm just more of just Being a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?) [Verse 1: Raekwon] Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat meet Real niggas wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me Money clean Mercedes claim, baby, beat me Love getting dressed up, sweats and techs Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect Hand is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and made up For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up Flying through the city nights, new flights Blue ice, hundred thousand in a Nike bag, license Drug shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the Ferrari Next see the Lex A Shallah, La Tam'pa Eating yo, all of us, scamma gangstas You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos [Interlude: Kung fu sample] I have never, giving up on a mission That's against my honor [Verse 2: Lil' Fame] Duke let me warn you, my niggas crip up Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you life And my Staten Island homeys lay your ass down on Glaciers of Ice Sidewalk executives, live the street life consecutive We built for this, go for your gun My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and drugs Big hammers and slugs, can get ugly as fuck [Verse 3: Billy Danze] From the chest to your man Danze, ey Staten Island, said what up, yo, ey The homey ODB said what up, though, ey We got the Chef on deck as if you didn't know It's sharp as fuck, Wu, that's what up Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up? Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get your block hit up Bring your team and we'll box 'em up Think M.O.P. is not what up [Interlude: Kung fu sample] It seems I'm a bit late here Don't worry, these men are all gonna die [Verse 4: Kool G. Rap] See from the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at Cognac, combat, contact, contrast Crom's packing out like Beyonce back She bang out a song like the Fonz back Bigger things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen Nigga here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain flooded Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine Fours bang, neighborhood war games Get your weight up, you looking anarexic Posted on the block proper with the hammer vested Bitch came with empty hands, that's the hand she left with Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded desperate Break a white an hour, based it forty grand invested Live within the third rail, you know the man electric Shit was like the third world, until I handle metrics, that next shit About Me (Original)[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you know how we do it Turn me up, kid, let's get it popping Yo Dre, good looking on this coke, man This shit is official [Verse 1: Raekwon] Aiyo, it's back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes Rocking wild animals on jackets are sickening Hear me? From here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this Broad day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is crispy Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae stuck in position Bout to flame broil his coke and get busy What? Politics, pop collars and drive violent whips Stay fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, honor it Sit back, yelling it's nothing, unless his buttons get pressed We don't stress nothing, we only get dressed Stretched out, moving professional, frying more fish I heard it in slurs, them niggas is blessed While we ball to the maximum, give me the floor, for real I show off and let my money get stretched Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels Few wolves with medals on, you know we get test [Hook: Raekwon] Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule You better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, cousin Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals Half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips Ounces and fifths no licking the glass, duke Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah (yeah) I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Game] Yo, I be on the Island, wildin', stallions under the Phantom hood With the V12 growling like Mike Vick's pit bulls, the last one to die Probably cried, chinky eyes, heading straight for the dirt That's how it is in my hood, Compton, niggas put you under the Earth Four-five bulging out that white T-shirt like a hard on This block shit is ill, like the nigga that put Raekwon the God, on I can drink to that, but all the Patron probably gone Chef brought the Hennessey, we start to get our polly on Ashy knuckles, taped up veggies in a duffle Back to back Beemers, Moss'll play me in a huddle, yeah I pop big shit, New York Knick shit L.A. Laker paper, Kobe coming off a pick, shit I'm the shooter, the marble rip ruger Hard tops, we tell stories like Slick Rick the Ruler [Hook] [Verse 3: Raekwon] I'm that live little live nigga up in the Lex Swinging through hoods, ratchets and a couple Gillette's Peoples is straight, can't tell me nothing, we cake Rolling lovely, bricks and white shit up in Mercedes I live by the code, I was never a fake When it's time to ride, I be in the front with the ace Lighting blunts, Marvin Gaye shit, bumping them great Glass of Cru', get a writing hand, wiping the paint Candy apple shine, all my niggas in the line, pollying Everybody jollying, and we straight What it do, baby, Wu coming through in that new Mercedes Everybody looking like it's Houston, but it ain't Staten Island hot boys, pushing them hot toys You gon' fuck around and let your woman get you got boy Who ripped the fever back in '97, rip the year? Who came in Cali after west coast gangstas there? [Hook] Ferry Boat Killaz[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, pass off, man You know what it is, man It's that shit, yo, Alchemist, what up? Good looking [Verse 1: Raekwon] Ferry Boat killas, Park Hillas, infra red lasers On the top of the ceilings, can't sneak by Go downs is like blow hounds, we smother the block Jumping in front of cars, lending niggas four pounds Walk, keep it moving, yo, hop in the range I know you real, cuz I raised you, not gon' front on your aim We spit together, rocking wrist lights, stunting, right in front of The parking lot I'm like that shark wearing, lighting, been Niking One bling, two bling no, only Boeings And trips to Australia, yo, my niggas is smoke fiends Fuck in every part of the planet, slam a forty with a salmon Hit your ho on target, we family These are big niggas, grown men, who travel the world Calling global drug dealing niggas, moguls Never locals, only courts I now is sober And this is real nigga food, Chef giving out his soul food [Interlude: Raekwon] Get a plate, man, for real, man Come eat, man [Verse 2: Raekwon] Bulldogs they calling, phantom doors lift up, crawling Kiss Shallah hand in the Holland Larry and his guns is weird, six hundred onions a year No more running, see the morgue, shorty Wild nights, crew gunning cats, animal jackets and axes Bulletproof buses, forty backs Niggas is Romans, then turn around and they gon', then Hoods is paro', niggas is logged in Channel to channel, hammer to hammer Rock a bandana knife like Rambo on the scrambler Get high, trust your trigger man, logic is the bigger man Get shit done, hit Orlando New improved killas is beemer, plasma walls with the ninas Stick your arm in the back, you jink Thirty seven, three one five, eleven oh nine With two T's, it's like rolling up new trees [Outro: Raekwon] Light up, man, light up, man Open that nigga, I'mma blow ya, I'mma give ya a hundred, nigga Just for that right there, my arm is... Fat Lady Sings[Intro: Raekwon w/ others in background ("Dred")] {I'm tired of them muthafuckas down the block Every time I come outside, them niggas ---} Aiyo, some major station radio {aiyo, come on, hurry up} Get the joint, {hurry up, son}, kill all those niggas man We going Ricky Retardo on them niggas {Everybody just shut the fuck up I'm tired of using this muthafucking grenade right now} What you seen stupid? You don't even know what you talking bout, man You fabricating the wrong shit, man Both of them niggas were stand up niggas, man Niggas went to war! You know how it go In order to be a general, nigga, you still gotta be a soldier (Gotta Kill ya bloodclot) Speak about what happened then, man, for real, fuck it, aiyo -- Check this out, man, what niggas is doing over here, man? (Why you think ya gangsta?) Yo Dred, man, word up, man (Why ya'll dont know nothing) This is ours, man, we own all this right here, man (Who you? Who ya talk about?) Straight up, man, we know how real it could get (Who ya talk to to?) But it's gon' be repercussions [Verse: Raekwon] Punch broke the Dred's jaw, pulled the four out And went off, told him that he can't sling his raw When he fell, yo, he broke his wrist, his bangles flew off His Balley's was scuffed, then he blew a kiss Bleeding out the side of his ear, niggas was staring And the silk shirt was ripped off, Punch cut his hair Razors was bloody, he kept hitting, Dred grabbed his shirt Showing his stomach, the kid had zippers on him Bitches was flipping, they grabbed Tasha, caught her for a Louis Snatched her titties right up out the bitch bra No selling over here, Jack, heard the Dred mumble 'You be dead in a week' then he stumbled back Little young Keyon rushed him, yeah, shorty was a vet Gillette soldiers, shorty hit the neck Blood squirted, look like laundry detergent, the Dred fell out Right from there, he gon' need a surgeon You ain't dead yet? [Hook x2: Raekwon] The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings Jury[Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, we came long ways but we got on Yo, holdin' my son's arm Make it through the industry calm Lord His name Rakim Allah Wid a wavy threw on shallah Braveheart nigga from start yo We all scientific instruments I got put on math Going through ill consequences Running from jakes, running in gates Check out the main face We gotta gas and erase Me not the ambitious one I rather be there throw a word or two in We here, I know we worth money yo Just relax start analyzing 'Fore you start adding your sales tax Took that jewel in ooh 'bout to get large Fuck that fucking wit C rules Y'all fools, by then 2 rhymes is wrote Trying to master my flow Gettin' diamonds on the low Splash me a boat [Hook: Kim Stephens] What I'm gonna be Is something more than anyone could think of me Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny I've got one chance to live my life And as long as I'm alive I will make it [Verse 2: Raekwon] Hard work a label was sold yo Just trying to take control rock me a Roll Block me the goal take my time and build Enter The 36 got real people wanna see us The word Steeles, your work reflects your life Your earth respects you twice Commodity advice chill wit the ice That's when I caught on Sell these niggas the illusion And plus live it out on spite Yo the block is draining and scary A nigga might die out here Or be in some jail law library Unlawful entry a century Fuck I wanna live in jail? I'm already in ghetto penitentiary Talent made me be involuntary to y'all now I just add on and teach one of y'all Don't get exiled caught up in the mix And loose sight focus first And you're forced to go wild yo [Hook: Kim Stephens] What I'm gonna be Is something more than anyone could think of me Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny I've got one chance to live my life And as long as I'm alive I will make it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo, aiyyo) [Verse 3: Raekwon] Prosperity endangered so many of us All the bullshit has got away with murder That's why we can see who's real and who's fake And who bit off the last nigga tape stole the steak Wake up we running outta plans The devil inside of him Tricknology is in one hand Future's so far to see The present's how will it be The past don't even ask just believe Looking in the dictionary Trying to spell out hard words Define 'em and design 'em I shine and curve Take this jewel in and conquer me I blend it in wit ganja Not for the babies it's a mind sponsor From the 17 million God raised 2 million lost slaved 19 million may we all praise So when we wake up Let's straighten up and get it together For real and keep all getting paper [Hook: Kim Stephens] What I'm gonna be Is something more than anyone could think of me Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny I've got one chance to live my life And as long as I'm alive I will make it [Outro: Kim Stephens] Do what you want I'm still gon' live my life All About You[Intro] Yeah yeah! Raekwon Teflon in this motherfucker! Yo Stelle what up! what's good? Show niggas the power right now! [Hook: Estelle] This is the wrong time - but I wish you were all mine I ain't trying to wait, listen to fate But what's a man to do? Said I'm all confused and you ain't trying to choose Whether I win or lose, baby Yeah, it's all about you, all about you It's all about you Said it's all about you, all about you Said it's all about you, all about you Yeah, it's all about you, all about you All about you [Verse 1: Raekwon] It been about me, I'm a king from the rip My own millionaire style, my swag on dip Stay fresh in the freshest places Flip papers, fly around, Bugattis and yachts Holding knots, C.R.E.A.M relations It's like hitting the lotto winning More money, more problems you gotta be kidding I'd rather sit up in the Bronx and parlay some shit up I'm usually breaking down eights and slaying some sit-ups Boo, it's tight times, let me hustle ´Cause everything you want, I'm near with all muscle ´Cause when I'm in the streets, we eating, more Ruffles Then we can play the suits in Vegas, all duffles ´Cause you the queen, I'm the king, be a rider A man with a game plan stressing, ain't a rider So let me paint picture, stay crisp, we providers We real, realer than real, word to mamas [Hook: Estelle] This is the wrong time - but I wish you were all mine I ain't trying to wait, listen to fate But what's a man to do? Said I'm all confused and you ain't trying to choose Whether I win or lose, baby Yeah, it's all about you, all about you It's all about you Said it's all about you, all about you Said it's all about you, all about you Yeah, it's all about you, all about you All about you [Verse 2: Raekwon] Kingpin chef in the town, keep it 100 Ice on his neck and his arms with more money Jump into the 250 Joan, gettin' blunted Pockets carry more than a stack, we all frontin' Rich black African, dons getting cheddar Shorty knows better, let's blow, bring the Beretta Showing off the vault, you walk, nigga, you're welcome Or you can stay here and be rich with me and help 'em I'm just crazy, fly slick intelligence He play high, on the strips, and flip pelicans My whole clique is in this bitch, 10 elephants Who stay fresher than us? That's irrelevant True, yeah, nothing but a G-thing Whoa, yo, they be coming through, peep game Boo, I know it's over baby, keep playing Oops, I'm out of energy, street king [Hook: Estelle] This is the wrong time - but I wish you were all mine I ain't trying to wait, listen to fate But what's a man to do? Said I'm all confused and you ain't trying to choose Whether I win or lose, baby Yeah, it's all about you, all about you It's all about you Said it's all about you, all about you Said it's all about you, all about you Yeah, it's all about you, all about you All about you Fuck Them[Intro: Method Man] Yo, yo, yo, yo Fuck you [Chorus x2: Method Man] What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs You wanna be gangsters That's what silly boys are made of [Verse 1: Raekwon] Aiyo; aiyo; Coogies and forty seven flavors, display swade gators We coming through to blaze neighbors Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark, a dutch spark it Lex Leonardo arts profit Apple cranberry mixed with Cristal, fan worry Desert mountain crib in the ground, we arsonists One point five a liter, take a taste, splash your heater Smack your face twice, clap your sneakers Shit is like a mission to Mars, fishing for bars Taking what's ours, knowledge the car pa Don't be stupid, get a little cash better swoop it Throw it in the ground and recoup it Next check was best, your family pack your shit Get vexed, leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves Some niggas catch on later, try to put them on they haters I met eighty of them niggas yo Waiting on the sidelines drooling, some need schooling Let me teach yo and roll a student what Rule one: yo respect if you lose son Don't be big back about to learn to move dunn All hell to niggas in jails with sharks in they fishtanks Now he come home he a whale Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo We realer up in my shows yo middle finger 5-0s Take time to climb vines yo Lay on the lines like Laury only loving Rae kind Sun splash cash laying like three bags of hash Fully wrapped in a Indian man's stash [Chorus x2: Method Man] What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs You wanna be gangsters That's what silly boys are made of [Verse 2: Raekwon (Method Man)] Aiyo, get up, Lex should be bragging Get it up, fuck shorty got cream in a mean truck Prop-ness she holler like the Loch Ness He large rock this, fresh Ferrari in a drop six Fro's, yo talking about the dough on his clothes Glaze is crushed up poking on rolls yo Oh yeah and maybe getting cream See what I mean black queen, stop actin' like crack fiends and Brawl we wanna thank all of y'all Play the wall hype checking how this lady walks stay hawking Grab the remain, divorce, shame came to yours We like green, rock the same game plan, ours (Yo, Yo) [Verse 3: Method Man] Ladies and gentlemen, you're about to see A pastime hobby about to be Taking to the next degree By M-E-F and the bloody Chef Boyardee Watch out bitches is too nosey, backhand slapping the phoney Got to walk it off can't mosey, who got you open up Crack pipe still smoking, face frozen Coke straw sticking out your nose and D Proposing that you bleed on the Chef apron My thing hold down the play-pen and say the nursery rhymes they making Come on now, shit's too real, fuck you and now your man feel Time don't stand still for y'all bitches Wanna Big Ball, I got two for you to juggle in your jizzals I'm losing it now, going to pieces like a jigsaw Aiyo, she multi-colored like a rainbow Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link kiddo On tracks we connect, politic ditto, take that to that [Chorus x2: Method Man] What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs You wanna be gangsters That's what silly boys are made of Yae Yo[Intro] We doing this baby Oh shit! What the fuck happened Nah man, Nah Nah this what I'ma do I'ma get on the phone one time Stupid, yo, eh-yo, eh-yo [Verse] Why this shit ain't cooking up right Papi told me this is solid white Fuck it wrap it up take it back up Still in all it's a play out Tired of spending money might get them niggas laid out Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo Stop acting hostile yo And yo don't point that shit at me Bad enough I gotta come in the crib With spanish niggas using languages and shit I'm feeling like a dick Left the crib with my hand brolic This is some bullshit Might get knocked take the wrist coward Yo Fernando what happened? Shit cooking up backwards light up a Backwood Don't make me backtrack Blew it dime it the llelo lay low Saying in my mind, fuck that papi gotta pay off Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it Yo Louis this ain't our product, this is Carlos family Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker Coming out my ice choker My man in the back, looking colder Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83 Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it Light the stove up Julie go to the store get some flour Sat back burning a big dutch With the crisp 18 shot Glock, stashed in my nuts Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling Now it start drizzling Rainy day murder black won't miss him Still I'm yelling this shit is business But they still ain't gon' violate What I stand for with these drizzers He took it off the stove run the water Trying to work me yo Knew I shouldn't've hit the nigga's daughter He mighta showed more love Than went in the freezer Broke the ice down, pour it in We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew Fly Kahlúas is mad sliding Coronas through Feeling like Castro's cousin Gave them niggas all of my life All of my paper all my judgement It droppa only like an ounce worth Should I just come out my shirt Go berserk and let the Macks burst Skate off body in the Bronx Same shit Gotti was on Shallah they gonna get your's play it calm Seventeen five was the total plus the five Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling Son Of Sam[Intro] [Hook] The sun used to shine on my street, on my street The moon was visible at all times Light bulbs substituting my moonlight Rays of the sun replaced by lamps [Verse 1] Gangsters, buffalos, flexing in bear hats We call 'em Russians, New Yorkers'll wear that Gambling outside Macy's, me and all these career rats Don't know 'em but I'm about to break 'em Ice roller bound, rolling in cracks Yanks said stack it, this ain't how I get down The crowd got silent, heavy face slap He slapped his Wis in the face for looking down Caesar with the half-moon, large gash wound on his face Pretty boy, yo scarred for life He ain't a sucker though, this nigga a killer Caught his enemies up in the box, ill y'all, did 'em right Now he rich, his partner's the real here Curly haired Indian who sat in a wheelchair just scheming Yeah Don, hop in the BM, come see me Before you know it machine guns I'm seeing [Hook] [Verse 2] Rolling yard weed out the jars All I see is bag beaches, king, black sand, Wallabee Clarks We in intense mad colorful pictures, everybody get nice Gift bags for the bitches that's ice A-yo the shotty in Alex hand, chill in the foyer Give your lawyer this bread and be cool, just stay a warrior The East is in the building, bottles with sparkles on 'em Yo Rae, I fuck with your waves with the goggles killing That's what it is, Manhattan all the way to the Grand Rapids We stay stunting with the clappers Fishscale parties, commercial niggas bother me We just as hard as they come, that's my discography Medellín music, part-time Cuban Who only eat steaks and grapes, boo how you moving Perfectionist, applause, kings cooling, new movement Up in the Wraith I'm outta here, peace to Jeweler [Hook] New Day[Verse 1: Raekwon] What's good scientist? talk to me kid, how's life working? Keep your money up dead killers murking niggas I'm strong been through mountains, I'm like Martin, one Spartan Guaranteed to blow up your start week My measurements is ordinance, little bit flashy Nah, I'm lying I'm all cashmere with glasses Yeah I'm flashy, don't come through fronting this shit Light a whole big blunt to this shit We sit around the table here it goes It's yours, mines, his, hers, what? This what it does Just keep it in the family, all love Lets put the plugs together and cake up, build up the buzz I write for real niggas who down, bring your hound with you Throw em a jewel with meat on it, now did you Analyze it like a 27 inch, give me the wrench So we can throw a niggas some heroin and Jane and Finch [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Bitch I'm from the ski mask school house Where life stay complicated, intoxicated and gooned out And niggas ain't graduated but they can relate with they tool belt That 2 for 10 crack stems, needles and spoons out Ooh I need some paper, ooh my fingers itching I wish that Santa Claus would put a brick under my tree for Christmas A new wig for my bitch and two choppers off in my stocking Baking soda yola'n locking, you cop then drop the deposit Signed my life right on the dotted line, wrote it in blood Got my uncle wiping down my tires, sold em a dub Niggas know I rap for most of my days, I rap with my plug Before I see my platinum album, I see my day with the judge, fuck it When I die tell my mama I'm in the mafia Ecuadorian chick 'bout to scoop me up from LaGuardia A party you wanna stop but you can't give up the sport Little stove Pyrex and fork, shouts to East New York, nigga Solid Gold[Chorus: P Wright] That don't make you solid (Ah, yeah) Solid like gold (Solid like gold) You need to let go (Woah) Might bust your gun but that don't make you solid Solid (Solid like gold, yeah) You're hollow inside and I know (Woah, woah) It ain't in your design, yeah (It's real) Make you solid [Verse 1: Raekwon] Look hollow on my planet The brain's thinkin' from the left I'm smilin', but stealin' all our wrong from the Shaolins Fly words get sewn together You know my energy's a teller A fortune make a room in Venezuela Blunt's lit, guns on the dick We smart, meanest niggas, yo A bundle of us, know this the risk I shine in many parts, darts is suede It's like smooth lemonade With a tap of ginger, yes, I'm a ninja Regardless of my info, it's meant for The solids and the kinfolk Sit down, check what your kin wrote, bro Knowledge is college, blessings is lessons Don't be no dumb-dumb-dummy 'cause that don't... [Chorus: P Wright] That don't make you solid (Ah, yeah) Solid like gold (Solid like gold) You need to let go (Woah) Might bust your gun but that don't make you solid Solid (Solid like gold, yeah) You're hollow inside and I know (Woah, woah) It ain't in your design, yeah Make you solid [Verse 2: Raekwon] From blazin' half-moon Caesars in the west with some ends They know Shallah, his glow is like fly, fly Benzes In the midst with hustler style Every corner is trial, stand for somethin' or get caught in the wild I used to love gettin' down with the foul Pullin' hammers in crowds The shit from yesterday I wish I knew now It's all bugged out, thugged out Some in the mountains and some are slugged out Hit with twenty-five, that ain't live But still I bow Praises due, don't fuck with the haters, dude Add on and drop a few major jewels to save a few Whether bein' tough and that's how you roll Just listen to your brother with the scroll Take these blessings and go, bro (What?) [Chorus: P Wright] That don't make you solid (Ah, yeah) Solid like gold (Solid like gold) You need to let go (Woah, woah) Might bust your gun but that don't make you solid (Don't make you solid) Solid (Solid like gold, solid) You're hollow inside and I know (Woah, woah) It ain't in your design, yeah (Woah) Solid (Ah, yeah) Solid like gold (Solid like gold) You need to let go (Woah, woah) Might bust your gun but that don't make you solid Solid (Solid like gold, solid) You're hollow inside and I know (Woah, woah) It ain't in your design, yeah (Woah) Don't make you solid Prince of Thieves[Intro] Goodnight popo Goodnight popo Goodnight fiends Goodnight fiends Goodnight hoppers Goodnight hoppers Goodnight hustlers Goodnight hustlers Goodnight scammers Goodnight scammers Goodnight to everybody Goodnight to everybody [Verse 1] Prince of thieves, catch me in the trees Four long under the sleeves covered in leaves Dark nights shooters, Rugers Black capes folded over wranglers The gold dobermans with keys Run the town cracksmiths, we clack kids, we want a ransom Or drop 'em out the most just answer Who run them niggas who run niggas Did somethin', but don't want nothin' Just don't cuff 'em, bluff 'em Pyramid mansions we give grandsons Take 'em out of space, take apes, now go plan some Yeah meet me at the end of the road Been through the globe No hoppin' in and out, this shit is global We hood moguls with vocals Niggas ride local, never been nowhere We drop niggas out in the Poconos Yeah a bunch of Rondos with condos .45 hollows, ready to slide fly to Chicago Eyes closed, money makin' Pablos who slob hoes Never, I'd rather be sittin' in Key Largo Yeah, yellin', "Bravo" with all of my hood niggas live though This how the .45 blow [Break] This is that real live extra rap calligraphy good shit, nigga Only built for real niggas, man Real motherfuckers man [Verse 2] Godfather energy, the ghosts play Ay yo I bought one for minutes then strayed, I only drive karmas Baseball hats and diamonds Come through disgrace y'all, niggas ain't place of matrys Automatic magnets, swag beds Niggas'll grab necks, break your collar bone Apply Lex should switch off and hit the globe We in the numbers with different goals While niggas bitchin', we in the Rolls just blowin' Blood slow and stay off my circumference, homie Where bosses live for real and it's lonely Everybody strivin' to feast, we in the belly of the beast Leech us, starve us, niggas wanna piece That's why I stay humble and hard Cross my path the wrong way, you dyin' and I'm flyin' in grace Swim like Phelps over beats I rhyme with the elites Who live off the land takin' your eats, nigga You Hear Me[Intro: Raekwon] Yup Get this flow together nigga Get that flow sounding ridiculous you heard You heard For real Check the flow [Verse 1: Raekwon] Glass shoe tape Wristband kick slaying cub cop a pair Mind blown bricks laying whats foreign Grew up on stick ups The whole click robbed know we ain't starving yes Pulling out big notes yes Jumping in the big S I'm fresh All about success let's flex From the rip get checks what's next Hit grass get a pass that stress I remain non-lame I'm blessed Pull the nine I'm firing yes Cause my mind knows best Catch me in the shop Buying a bitch out Flying in a Lear I'm right in the bitch mouth Heard I'm in the chair Louie the bitch out Its all real yeah You heard it from his mouth [Bridge: Raekwon] You hear me You hear me You hear me You hear me You hear me You hear me You hear me You hear me [Verse 2: Raekwon] Crown broken down, freaks want a thousand Let me stroke 'em down One bite, one town Send siblings, hustling is business Tustling niggas up, stomp 'em in Tims Meet my hounds Sitting on plainsclothes Bitch calm down All I rock's Kangols Six all brown Inside mangos Getting it hold the town niggas got a rainbow Everyday motto, seek for pay day All in the lotto, Sheep's could sued grey Out in the Cabos eating steak plates Whatever it do, Keep the same traits Jeeps with name plates, Sweep the main gates Try the blunts yo they fixed with green flakes Living up top, let's rock with team faith And get money nigga pop I need space [Bridge: Raekwon] You hear me You hear me You hear me You hear me You hear me You hear me You hear me You hear me Revory (Wraith)[Verse 1: Raekwon] Bubble Goose, smokin' bubble kush The Uzis is navy blue, a couple coupes Satan around, stackin' suckers, save the truce Mansions before these niggas, we done, we deucin' Crackin' fish in the Ritz Carlton, take a piss 69 floors up, sparklin' Cris' Moneybags stacked in duvet sheets Few strange freaks follow the Wraiths Walk through the gates, nigga Pyrex Cubano connection New York Mexicans, they call us the team for smugglin' wet shit The Al Pacinos of rap, yep, they planned it with me Pass the baguette, gold Louis phone, hand it to me Raised a million champs, this is our civilian's lamp Furless sweats, stay in jets, kill a billion camps Pussy niggas get strangled fast Still I'm cool on the fast, rockin' the grill of glass Desert boot on, countin' a million cash This is all I ask for, love is fair war, let's build the masses Sittin', boat sailin', scenic routes, catch the quotes Young, armed and dangerous [?] couple posters I'm like known in a couple coasts Rae and Ghost, familiar with us? Wraiths and Ghosts [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm hearin' how these niggas plottin' Madame sleepin' on Egyptian cotton Miles Davis vinyl still spinnin' I've been to Freaknik, I've been livin' You see the Bentley and we smokin' in the parking lot Contract killers so we rarely talk a lot Guiseppes and my weapon when you see me steppin' 10th grade education with a MAC-11 The definition of a renaissance Twice a day I change watches, chains and the charms Tatted on my back, chest and my palms Then it's me and Diddy, dice games at the Palms Blew a mil' in cash just to let the bitches watch Take her down to the lobby, get the bitch a watch Tinted windows, smokin' with a screw face Black hoodies on, bullies think it's Wu-Tang Barry White blarin' in the white Benz Runnin' like I had a curly perm back then It's Rozay and I'm 40 up Pink Belaire in a nigga's cup [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Ayo jumpin' out the shower, jewels on, heated up Fluffy Polo towels in Melbourne, gettin' it Hands is ashy, cash keep comin', dice hand like Lil Poo Young god bowlin' with thunder Bettin' bricks out at the Knicks came with Cubans from Biscayne Burnin' the Castro cigars with a big flame Godfather coats and hard bottoms Everything down to cribs, hoes and gear, we got 'em It's the lean team, Medellín chains Shop niggas like fresh fruit, like old grand earth, can of green beans We'll cut you and you and you, nigga This is me, Rae and Rick; box-cutters on crews, nigga The Reign[Intro] We here, lord Let's go, lord, come on [Verse 1] On top of my game with cuban linx in my chain Iconic, icon victorious, whenever the mic is on Stay gettin' it if this foul place see the semi's clapped Bad Brazilians with hourglass figures and doobie wraps Wordplay is wicked as wild flour, this wild power got me flyin' over the globe 'Mega, where you be at? Not where I be Rich, wealthy and ruthless in Morocco blowin' [?] , striving for more chips Steady cheese, guap, papes, bread, C.R.E.A.M, whatever From the projects to small islands, stylin', we run together It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours truly Some people doubted but, but fuck it, my source rules Judge wise when I'm connecting dots, I'm so smooth Make a toast for the king diamond, I'm that dude Fantastic, repetitive classics My style's made to dress you, I style on you bastards [Hook] From the drug game I learned how to stay focused Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip From the drug game I learned how to stay focused Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip And watch words flip [Interlude] Yeah, son, yeah, son, sick That's Jameson's You know how we do We coming out with nothin' but the raw Let me tell you nigga's somethin', man We here, lord Y'all know nothing about this life, man Let me tell you one time [Verse 2] Glorious, wine deliverer Givin' y'all somethin' so fruitful, truthful Hard felt celebrating this legacy, longevity I define it, garments, they all designers Shoes that be the brightest, my women that be the finest Dining, five star restaurant, exotic shellfish Prominent gift, kush cologne, I smell rich They tell me not to shine, I can't help it It was meant for me to floss, and make hits 'til them digits add more comma's Artillery for drama, beaucoup armor Let the piranhas eat up a hater's flesh, sleep and [?] pyjamas From a [?] I pull [?] out on you [?] Number one Don, Lex so sophisticated, educated Word complex, throughout your project echoes And y'all ain't heard half of it yet My badge is that of a vest Signatures, anxious to sign more checks [Hook] From the drug game I learned how to stay focused Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip From the drug game I learned how to stay focused Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip And watch words flip Flashback Memories[Intro: Raekwon (The Game)] Yo Game what up, (Yo Chef what it is) Ain't nothing my nigga, tryna get paid in full man (You know I'm definitely down for that) So you reppin' Black Wall Street right (Black Wall Street general, five star soldier and all that) No question I'm reppin' Vatican, we gone do this big nigga style Let's take em there for real, let's go [Verse 1: Raekwon] Before flusty days livin' in Killa Hills I was young'd out with rusty waves Cuttin' hair, chillin', going down town blazin' Layin' up in Albee Square, when I bought my first fronts there Everybody young as fuck, in the pizza shop, what up? Brooklyn niggas rap with a cuffle Call the highlights the gangsta dialect Before I let any nigga take mine I'm dyin', Moet What's the jump off, the new shit Demi sec, hold up a sec Get this crack money, niggas except Wick checks, food stamps and amps Blue Wallabees, Aviaries' on in the back on the ramp You know we pop off for hours, cowards beware Word to Mother, you gon' respect my power Respect the dollar, no quizzy, get busy It was like adolescents at war, we clapped them thizzies On the duece suited Voltron, the ratchet heavy In the crib coolin' blunted, watchin' Tom & Jerry Bagin' up, laughin', blingin', rhymin' and singin' When it come to getting currency, call me a swinger We rock Maybachs, Benzes is little Icicles on, cover the ground with a massive dribble Call us ballers, brawlers, them whores want all us Suede down, coolin', playin' spades with quarters And then left it for the rap game All my niggas grab 'pagne Bust of them seals it's mad flames, y'all lames Stay in your lane, we movin' like big money Bet a nigga die for them chains You know the slang baby, watch me lay her Half goon, half mayor, the other half call me a hater But later, I'ma polly for Rae-ah, and a hundred wolves Pull next time, respect the playa, what [Chorus: Raekwon] Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me Talkin' 'bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me Talkin' 'bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G [Verse 2: The Game] I'm sick and that drop Aston is the medicine Ridin' with the moon in the rear view, it's only evident I'm fly as the wings on a seven forty-seven jet Game code his rhymes, ain't even been recorded yet On the fence where my Father used to sport a Vet And my Uncle Red ran the rock like door set Rewind time ten years before I had the Lex Mail man scared to drop the bills on my door step Little nigga street dreamin' 'bout a fast car My father had dope tracks like his arm was Nascar In eighty-seven, shit I was maybe seven Watchin' my big brother throwin' ten, come back with eleven Only knew what it was cause I overheard My Pops on the phone talkin' 'bout selling all my birds I cried over the next eight years over them pigeons To only find out not one was missing, word [Chorus: Raekwon] Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me Talkin' 'bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me Talkin' 'bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, that's how we do what we do, knahmsayin'? For real, the only thing we do baby Is fold dough, you heard? And read the DuPont all day nigga And get the stove clean you heard This is real official shit man, word up man Our jewelry is different from all these Phony ass, carrot cake ass niggas Fake ice philanthropist, you know what the fuck I mean nigga Ha ha, it's real niggas right here boy Word up, go buy the babies them big bangin Am & Barshon necklaces, nothing but Louie luggage nigga YouknowhatI'msayin', catch me in the South of France nigga Clean as a fuck, that's how it go Yeah, this is powerful shit baby, word up Black Wall Street, Vatican, BT man, what up baby Walk with Me[Intro from the motion picture "The Education of Sonny Carson"] What you doin' on our turf, punk? Got a message for Smokey Give it You Smokey, man? Give it! If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message Motherfucker, I said gimme the message! It's from Willie, in the slam Nigga, you been busted? Yeah, the man picked me up Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu! Now gimme the message Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1-3. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to Keep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick Around for awhile Naw, that's out, man. You know? What can we The Lords do with a punk like you? Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn 'em) Just me and you, motherfucker, just Me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye!] [Portrayin', won't be payin'. Uh huh, Uh huh] [Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it's on this one] Raekwon: Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs Deluxe rap cavaliers Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs Chorus: Raekwon Sit back jollyin' My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an' Drug Somalians pollyin' [Verse One: Raekwon] Many raps they crochetin' Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin' But haven't been payin' For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid Guzzle this shit like Gatorade Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede Connectin' with the hot style is done Light up a chalis I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest Come on now, long-dick style Niggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit out Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean Skiin' off by P.M Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on When I go bury me wit Valow on [They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after I Get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. Fuck 'em up bad] [Verse Two: Ghostface] 'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank and thrust Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label Hittin' white-label, left the Winnebago unstable Smooth sailin', walked in, my earth started kneelin' Started stealin', I'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlay Kicked up, mack, max motion Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent Louisville mix pain kill rap, Fuck benadryl The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura We sit back on Malayan islands Sippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin' (Break) Raekwon: Sit back jollyin', Uh huh, Uh huh Uh huh, Uh huh, Sit back jollyin' Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh (Chorus) x 2 Sit back [Verse Three: Cappadonna] Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard Rap para-medical the wizard Cappadonna, never caterin' to none My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter You oughta five thousand back across the water My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory Acapella or deep dirty instrumental I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin' I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin' For violatin' my position I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin' Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin' When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical Every evenin', I have a by myself meetin' Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin' From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it Gimme my rewards [The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin' Out. I want 'em gotten. Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to be Taken off of here. That's right.] I Wanna Know[Intro: Raekwon] Real niggas in the house You already know Niggas sit down and play pool and shit Relax What niggas don't know inside the muthafucking Pool balls is nothing but blow We gettin' money nigga. You already know boy Toast off nigga lets go man c'mon [Verse 1: Raekwon] Raised off a knucklehead block, you know the pattern Black Reeboks all day, let's be it captain Posing in ostrich, woolrich Galoshes Clear gazelles crush diamonds in the boxes Wave game spiral, sneaker game rival Front on me, see twenty-four Caligos Drug niggas I hang with, hold up let me change shit Feds is listening, calicoes rang quick Thugs blow alcohol, white bitches, tap'em all So fuck the ass or something, yup pass it off Icy in the ass mints, so much dough it's elastic Fuck with the Jews, Crews, and black bits Might break a man, the heart that'll shake a man Smack the bones out of ya skin, wake up fam We the veterans, so many little niggas feather skin One corny dub, drown you in your letter kid Necks look thirsty, whats the word, reimburse me Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he check writing liars Pull the gold out of your mouth with rusty pliers Take down the flyers nigga [Intermission: Raekwon] Yo, yo, you already know what is nigga This is not a game, this is not televised This some shit that happened on a train nigga Most powerful of them all nigga Don't make me snatch your heart out your champion shirt nigga [Verse 2: Doe B] Hey, I'm from the home of the cop killers Raised to be a rotten nigga Rob nigga, shot ninja You know I got that small in me "Real Deal" Holyfield, they not authentic Nah, these niggas half-baked crab cakes Bitch is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground shake Show no pity, charging city niggas out-of-town rate While you little niggas sending wayne on an ounce plate I'm in my house shoes, making major boss moves Dead alone, make the wrong move it'll cost you Old cats want they corner back, you know how Moss do They trying to keep up with him You starve and eat dust nigga I'm starting to heat up nigga Then shout "what up nigga" What's for dinner? This is Chess not Checkers Real finesse, a nigga trying to molest the system Black Mamba in jungle possessed with venom D farmer and I stalk the rest is history [Verse 3: T.I.] We from a small house, dropping off an eight ball To a big deal, thirty-six mil up in my escrow You walk up with your chest swoll, make it deflate Been getting keys since we were wearing a Enyce Now cool what we do, thirty-eight special in my boot I shoot you from my shoe nigga My wife say it's a shame how I do niggas I say "you want me to starve them out" She say "nah boo, get'em" So that why I'm a handle all you niggas Like the bitch that you are Don't make me get you out that car and get to going in that shit While you poppin' off? At point you knowing with this shit We roll up slow and get you hit, pull up in morning with this shit Or wherever, know that's not where you better be at Or else, tell your momma pick the casket herself Hope it make her feel better, you were dead the first year He ain't suffer but he still a dead muthafucka Ain't no bullets in the gun, you know you scared muthafucka And I'm still a Bankhead muthafucka With the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka I said I'm still a Bankhead muthafucka With the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka [Outro: T.I.] They say Yo B Hustle Gang G.D.O.D Raekwon the chef T.I.P the King We cold to cold with this shit man East Coast, West Coast, Midwest Mid-Alantic, North East, Down South Patna I got the boy cold Come seem me Fatality Clientele Kidd[Intro: Raekwon] Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah Word up, blip blip blap blap blap, what What up? [Bridge: Polite] Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go [Verse 1: Raekwon] Ayo Clientele Kidd Layin in the crib gettin' ill money, those who hate ours, they ain't get it Got rugby's on and 4/5ths Attractin' them niggas I go against, the money was his One nasty unit of murderers, all type-a Goons'll watch Then four minutes later, they burglars I heard from the grapevine, mine made it Elevate the name up, this gift got a reign and his game went up And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics Go against it and it's instant vendettas He run things, gun down Kings, check the joint the kid flyin' in Crib in Africa with two lions Somethin' like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions Came back wrapped it up, too sweet The game is missin' somethin' unique I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep [Hook: Polite] CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin' CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin' CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Yeah uh Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti Just waitin' for Rae to give me the cue and You see about 100 Puerto Rican niggas shootin' Nigga, get down, lay down, we don't play around I don't know what you heard but, we don't play around It's cooked coke, but look, but what the fuck happened? How you leave the dope game to pursue rappin'? Already knowin' that ya shit was trash Breathin' hard on the mic when yo' click is ass All we tryin' to do is bring dignity to rap And you kiddin' me? I'm literally the epitome of that Uh, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the Squad My niggas set it when we get in the yard Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock Straight punch in ya lung and you niggas gon' drop What? [Hook: Polite] CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin' CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin' CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah) Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the Ac' up Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah) And he pleadin' for mercy, bleedin' from his dome and he thirsty The first week we made him eat shit! Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch Made him watch me on the couch havin' fun with his kids So what hurts more: is it me showin' love to ya fam? Or you in the box laid under the floor? Or keep you alive blow torchin' ya balls? My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface walls Not even Ajax can clean that, Jack We need that maintenance man shit that kill that greasy blood on contact Finish you off cuz I'm pressed for time Your man and 'em will be next to die Mothafucka! [Hook: Polite] CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin' CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin' CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' [Bridge/Outro: Polite] Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go Power[Introduction: Raekwon] Take it off, sho' 'nough kid Take it off We gon' take it from the East to the West To the North to the South Show y'all what it's about Don't make me throw no gun in your mouth You know? How long is your CREAM? This long? [Verse 1: Raekwon] Eh yo, his belt got karats in it Swift description, E-320 nigga pitchin Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAM Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin him This is hydrogen, son ain't live as him He like Maguyver in the chin 4 spies with him Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish Shash the list, give his miss dick Technique, operation: tech scream Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet's wing Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids 2 cannons that'll spray, rockin banana suede Suck this drunk alcohol dick Fuck y'all niggas with hits We bout to shit on y'all shit [Verse 2: Baby Thad] Y'all brothas wanna call us out? Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the fuck up Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up You're scared and froze of bein exposed I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayor It's my borough, you don't want no problems I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside I ride the top, you glide the bottom Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, balls Shit y'all, leave flat line to stick your's We flip off basic and brace it 8 kills, 47 ways to taste it Never understand what you never been told You did your book bitin off of my scrolls We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to match Bust off quick, and then, guns go back [Verse 3: Superb] I move like Arthur Ash against God 4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice Every cypher's a heated discussion The industry was like a beat that needed precussion I brun the music, shit that make crews flip State that I'm the illest, this is Q.U. shit I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin over like the repo' Bitches that roll, Cee-Lo that'll sniff a kilo' We went from franks and beans to shanks and greens Now we drive our Navigators to banks in Queen's Y'all can't fuck around, your words ain't right Every time I touch the mic, they say "Perb ain't right" But that's the truth though, d'oh, infact that's it When they drop this shit, I'm gon' cop that shit The new star, you want me? I'm at the juice bar Y'all once hap' niggas, give me 2 stars [Verse 4: Chip Banks] I heard what y'all rappin about, but bring your stash out You shouldn't throw rocks if you livin in glass house Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low though Where these cats come from, speakin about po' We got cash to cop it and crash it {*car crashing*} But half of y'all cats just catchin up to Rae' last year Got guns in the jungle, call 'em Jurassic The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot plastic While y'all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars Gettin head from rock stars We blowin everything apart, I'm smashin the charts How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?) [Hook: Raekwon] Eh yo, what you wanna be when you grow up? Yo, I wanna be a leader Slow your speed up and stop tryin to be us Say somethin always, got a future? Stay out the hallways And get yourself right, a 100 more ways [Verse 5: Rhyme Recca] Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out Shut your block down, get out, criminal route Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in your mouth Cream Team killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla Scratch, greenback track, Fed's berserk That's my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve Inferno, melt down mic's, millionaire in my afterlife Broke bread with Christ on the last night Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2 clips Passport, cellphone with the removable micro-chip Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian necklace Matching bracelet, Cream Team crisp the basic Rockstars[Raekwon] Aiyo, Rockstars, bases and capers flying through cases With placed bread, lead blowing through domes, scalped faces Moving through towns, skama lit, nations bend stations Dope fiend Asians, smoke cream vanquishes The town is thirsty for work, blood hurting Flash the curtain, open, I'm scoping, Hutch and his team Clutching Dutches Backwoods, other shits working, not perfect Flipping discussions, cussing all froze with slush, kid Lacer had the drop, pass the Glock, Woosie uzi The car hard bluesy with the pay me mean 'Bach Cream shot, clean slot, one in his dome, four shock He partially zoned, his dome fell on the rock His face dazzle, niggas baffle, son, hit the floor, he traveled Yo, to a new land, I cracked his cerebellum Wide open, open the crowd up, he fouled up, black laid in the hall For like forty-five to an hour, soaking [Hook: Thea Van Seijen] Sound of the smoking barrel, live like them older stars Scrooge like a Christmas Carol, stemmed from a bloody love Shot through the old apparel, no police to respond Dropped off the Verrazano, washed up On Golden Pond Just like a Shakespeare novel, more problems to dissolve If this is destiny, that's how this world revolves [Inspectah Deck] Aiyo, it's real, better pop your steel Cop those wheels, shop those deals Full time with the grind for a meal Stay down low like O'Neal Rain, hail, snow or shine, put time on the field Police ride on my heels Still big time, big dime, how you feel I rhyme but the nine stay peel I, zone on roam, floss with the chrome on chrome Host on the corner store S.I.N.Y. on my own, it gets foul, but I call it home Live red bone give me dome, champagne toast to Tone Roll a bone, a homegrown with Capone Cause more rips to the o-zone, wanna ride with a nigga then hold on [GZA] The place was very smokey and cloudy, the full lousy Music was emotional, people vibes was laid back and far from rowdy She sit at the bar, holding a glass, sipping on a drink Tears flowing like water from a sink, her eyes never blink Her cigarette was burnt to the butt, her wrist was wearing a cut Her facial expression was saying "now what" Another drink was made, each and every time the bass was played Bartender telling her to go, but then she only stayed Riding on the borderline, between homicidal, suicidal Just hours from the headlines, the story with the grim title She questioned her reason for being here, but even with Four kids at home alone, it still remains unclear Opens up a bottle of prescribed drugs and grabs a mug Down, every one of those pills, since she was feeling bugged Kinda weak, she stumbled from her seat, but she will never return I guess it must of been a, lesson to learn [Hook] Wishing On A StarI'm wishing on a star To follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream To follow what it means (Verse 1) I guess that's when I'll walk in a chill Grab a Phil, wipe the ashes off my leather pants, the vest is just lambskin I'm the real Muhammad Ali style in the Phil You know it, (?)'s my clique, Italianos Walk through the door few deep, roll a leaf Whoever want it, just sign up, I won't even beef Ninjaz with heart, the payouts, the city is chaos I'm feeling you, now go and make a move, he killing you Searching for the big rainbow wearing a Kangol and a raincoat Jump with the .45, it's Django Flying in a new (?),, missing my man You got a Christy in the can where you destined They see the young cub come up, drop a bracelet through your burpees Stay under the radars, no attorneys Yeah gangster, stay gangster, made from Kingston I wish real niggas would say something Glorified getting it, guns on us, tons of trust Few niggas in the slums is us, but hate being here Just meeting here, thinking it's sweet in here 'Til niggas take your head off for creeping here Far from the curb to the jails I write poems to flip tails, and letters to judges to get deals I miss the good days, you know, the hood days Now we sit in mansions on good grades The moments is raw, baller's is poor Run with your boy, light and blow a blunt if you're bored Take a flash when the (?), them niggas was ashy Dreaming on the benches, don't bash me Crying, letting the tears dry, no one I'm trying Society rubbing me when I'm eying, where the love at With war fears, hit the beers, just wait Come up with a plan to hit a bank, what I feel it's time we should cake up, baby I feel it's time for us to get back together And make the best of things, oh, baby, when we're together Breaking our cheddar I feel it's time we should cake up, baby I feel it's time for us to split that together And make the best of things, oh, baby, when we're together Breaking our cheddar I'm wishing on a star To follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream To follow what it means And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I wish on all the people we ever greeted And I'm hoping on all the days to come and days to go And I'm hoping on days of loving you so I'm wishing on a star To follow where you are I'm wishing on a star, whoa-oh And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I'm wishing on a star, whoa-oh I'm wishing on a star, whoa-oh I'm wishing on a star To follow where you are Whips And Kicks[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigga That's all yall niggas talk about all fucking day man The whips man, fucking cars and all that shit Fucking vehicles and shit man We been swingin' and all these niggas need to cut it out man Cause ya'll niggas is babies man [Verse 1: Raekwon] Remember the Four Runners, Corsicas, back with the gold cunnions Maxima yep, stances, Audis with sick vances Datsuns, Corollas, all of the oldies yo Riding through the city, Jettas and Volvos Crestas' was for the extra terrestrial Alpha Romeos, yeah the Wranglers and Lexus' Pintos, Geos, Suzukis was the truth yo Making them up town trips, cops'll shoot you though Benzs, five-sixties, Galants and the fly Rivies Riveras look grisly huh You know we come through, something mean under the sun roof I blow a blunt, poof, shorty singing I'm Koof Yeah the Sterling, the Grand Ams The Lincoln with the crab amps Made me mad, in the Blazer we all cramped Six deep, four bags of cheeba, a crisp beat All I need to show you now is a sick Jeep [Verse 2: AZ] Eighty-four mopeds, blue and white Pro-Keds Just started puff'n, got instructions from an old head Co-ved, wally rock'n niggas tryna grow dreads Back in the bush, Church Ave on the juxs Shell toes, black and white, no laces in 'em Pat U-edition had his whole face in 'em Straight leg denims, Taylor made shit Kareem Laker colors, low cut suede tip Stay dipped, Stan Smith lay sick Two-toned colors, put the taps on the rubber Puma rockin' nigga, fuck a womber I was bigger See a bitch in seconds an assumed that I could rip her None hipper, copped kicks with the zippers The Filas arrived, it was Levis and high In V Tracks I was simply the mack Everything I snatched had to match with the hat Reebok rocker, whole crew couldn't knock us Fuck who, only thing to do was just Glock us Valley Competitions and the Jordans hit stores I'm sitting reminiscing, T. La Rock it's yours Now fast forward time nigga still on the grind Haters everywhere, nigga still gotta shine Guccis all kinds, switch 'em up for the weather Louis' in lime, Only do it for the pleasure Come fresher, from the tech on the dresser Fifth in the waist, still crys'd and I'm laced [Outro: AZ] Niggas, And I do it for real you dig You know, I still rock the Gor-Tex and Tims when necessary Other then that, Bogary low cuts the minimum Or I do the Italian Classic Olympic cut Guccis Three quarters, you bum ass niggas Pop Shit[Conversation] Keep everything on Blaze always Nigga this only 19,000 (Yo check this shit out) I want my thousand dollars now I don't give a fuck I went up in the club And like a thousand niggas A thousand chicks Was doing the James Brown Get the fuck out of here I'm like, "Oh shit" You lying, you lying Shit was real son Stop lying man Cream Team walked in We started doing it Wild man Feel me? So what happened, let me on [Verse] Ayo, ayo E-lec-tric slide on them niggas Drive by on them niggas Show 'em that killas is live and fly figures Fruit-flavored Nikes Now I'm in a 600 white piece Send half my love out to wif-e Fillin' out tax reports Lookin' live up in Guess shorts Bitches show love and support Table teaspoons Fake goons with balloons shit it out Make room How them niggas ate straight tunes yo Horror flick scriptures Godfather flicks Super friends equal foul niggas Bar miss you'll flip yo Aim the nozzle With the head brace the bottle Get your dang licked 6,000 square feet Paid shit Stretch Auroras in Florida Kilo's comin' out of water Watch me slaughter Take your daughter over yo Space shit Boat across your shit Cargo shit Well Fargo got Renaldo's shit Reclining chair Drunk billionaire Willie like a bear The whole block suck cock on a leap year No remorse Heavy plaque red and white Eddie Bauer Jaws Bout the bitch smack fire out of yours Pens bleeding Got my shit soft Figure like Ike Frost Icy chain Cop and hangin' on a horse Lame's laws Got your name crossed You cannot claim boss Unless he kiss braid hair That ain't yours Fly statistics lystics Slang optimistic Two bats a tie and a biscuit Kissed it Mm-aa Diamond on the wrist kid Misfit Bought it like a 10 dollar outfit Pop Shit get your house lit Straight up The route mouse shit Get your style shit I announced it Slang lordy yo Staring at my man Gordy Laury The bitch bought 'em on She'll reward me Flossed it, cost it, tossed it The same Main Source shit You at the BBQ eatin' horse dick Sneak up link up Nigga tie your sneaker You wink what Speed it up Caught you in that beated up truck it was luck Fuck paid your uncle 30 bucks Ran in your shit Blew you with your hands in your nuts Louis That's the same crew as those Milwaukee brewers Rocking Wu shoes with Kaoluas Time for lotti Bald Gotti here Dont make me throw shots trough your body Everybody out of here Thats my word God through Shakespeare 'ere Take me there Get your fastened And take clear It's so real we might face years Cuddled up in HDMs Chill baby on and a nigga here You start screamin' and your scared And shorty came on last year And lapped danced my man for a wack pair Ill I smell it in your hair My faculties remained clear Pussy in a refrigerator back here Damn watch your mouth Hear it on the air Like a grand prize Freak nigga that taps shit Could It Be I’m Falling In Love[Verse 1: Raekwon] Wow I smelt the pussy up, awesome I came with a bang, filled the condom up, Rae you a bossman Right in front of Saks, flagging me like she knew me for years I’m from academies where niggas dress casually Ass was thunder, hips curvy, the wizzy was thirty Dizzy bird who worked the Walt Disney in Germany Fly green eyes, a black woman Known to attack men, catch them in their lies, call it perjury Dress her ass off and dance An R&B queen who love hard niggas rhyming, she a fan Everyday we fuck, I’m intrigued by that Her outfits was mean, she went to sleep in I fiends for that then we fuck, fuck Boo let me get some juice, what what Keep it moving just fuck me, that’s enough, enough Fuck me in my ass and I bust Busted on her ass, I’m in lust [Verse 2: The Spinners] Since I met you, I’ve begun to feel so strange Every time I speak your name, that’s funny You say that you are so helpless too That you don’t know what to do Each night I pray there will never come a day When you up and take your love away Say you feel the same way too And I wonder what it is I feel for you [Hook: The Spinners] (Could it be I’m falling in love?) With you, baby (Could it be I’m falling in love?) Woo (Could it be I’m falling in love?) With you With you With you (With you) [Verse 3: The Spinners] I don’t need all those things that used to bring me joy You’ve made me such a happy boy And honey, you’ll always be the only for me Meeting you was my destiny You can be sure I will never let you down When you need me I’ll be around And darling you’ll always be the only for me Heaven made you specially [Hook] Just a Toast[Intro: Raekwon] They're serving that exotic shit, man (Mark Henry) Word up [Verse 1: Raekwon] We drink Courvoisier exclusive Kill off the snitches, fuck all fly bitches Jump in the coupe, let your chicken yell Throw her head out the moon Go ahead and look mama, see how it feels I know the feds clustered up flexin', drivin', importin' Insurance is killing the gangsta when you work four mils in office Being the luck stud bad bitch in tux She know me from the maxima era, she bought the what Automatic stainless good fella That ain't my main bitch, who ride around angry, the same shit Coast through the world like chess, niggas is blessed up Yes yes, I'm at my best, boy rest Powerful when giving coke out You know they call me Sugar Ray The Chef, the GOAT's out Giving good-boy gifts to the gangstas With more points than unicorns They know his dough is oz's out Riding at maximum speed, give me weed give me cheese I like cheddar of V-neck leather Diana gold, two boxes centuries, yeah Mention me, you better say that nigga is better, what? Twilight up with the highlights, the wolf's out Black fur, black spur, bitches is purred out You know I'm flexing and my character strong I could bag your bitch then float through Milan [Verse 2: JD Era] I am killing them softly, pillow over the face flow Them youngins let it off for them pesos They used to cut off the hot water and cable Now I'm standing with the garb out to bring Ms to the table What your life like? Mine's is real We used to have to rob and steal We cook, cook whatever for a bit of a meal Yeah, they don't wanna see us win how I'm beginning to feel But still I stand firm, posted up They say knowledge is power, I soak it up Kush pounds came here we broke it up I said good morning to Toronto and woke it up Wake up, bitch I'm here, it ain't a secret My third eye twitching, the way I peeped it A G's incense when the weed lit And keep the white girls moving like the peach pit That's some deep shit, I do it for my dawgs like I breed pits Cream polo, matching clean kits College rings got a nigga feeling like a genius Paranoid of the lights when they flashing Cash out big, money cashing, flow's everlasting Swag like my passion is fashion I'm on, no lights, camera, action, Era Real Life[Intro] Smash you grilla..... That's right, that's right A hundred and ninety-six million Nine hundred and forty thousand Square miles, on this planet Fresh outta New York Eh-yo, eh-yo [Verse 1] Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him Max was on the outskirt trickin' in DC Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free That night I was in the cut alone zoned out Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before Keep the heat by the side of the door Ready for military war Numerous cats, niggas is uterus Who this, claimin' that he loking for Louis Rich Diamond a young king doing his thing Big safes out in Beijing Aqua green thing One connect had turned on him God, shit got realer than a fuck Crackers up state want him Marshalls came through the hood that night Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flight Now he upstate baggin' niggas House and Air Maxs big ACs Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggas Now all y'all niggas get to laugh now Who got the last laugh now Hit his stash house [Hook] It's called real life Y'all niggas better see the light fast, pa Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast Real life, lay down son you won't last Real life, real life, real life [Verse 2] February tenth day on a Wednesday It's like grimsday Russian hats rocking it the Benz way That day we got guns on us Jakes want us Playin Einstein lenses and Auroras Little meek caught us Couple of francs, peep the blue Taurus What up tuck your chain they came for us Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes It was who I thought it was 2 pair of Clarks one pair of Lugz Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the snub Cocked it, where rock at, stop that Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back All of us right there slight fear in our heart Blink we take it right there Doing our thing apart Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit Spoken loud words all we want is his head He did some dumb shit Beef from Miami now Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit Noodles caught the stair down Now it came back to me yo Handle it wise and brutally yo Put down your tooly and talk like men No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes Swiss cheese the thirty-G dorango Few weeks later son seem 'em all.. I mean 'em all.. [Hook x2] It's called real life Y'all niggas better see the light fast, pa Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast Real life, lay down son you won't last Real life, real life, real life Ooh La La La[Raekwon] Ayo Teflon king A scientist at ringing Buddha trooper jumped out the Uber Eating grouper Party with bitches and cougars Peter Luger’s, that’s my spot Sixty dollar shots, I’m high off the hookahs Play the backseat and front Come through the Rucker with two fuckers Shawty in blonde streaks, my homie we on peace Just here coolin’, everyday movement Hit the booth, classics for niggas that don’t know what they doin’ To the dead, toast to it Pop toast to it Drink Ballentine, L’s, I knew it Sippin’ Lance’s in the mansions Hundreds of chances to win Drug game is ruptured now drim [?] Now drink some Jim or some Jack Black weed in a black V Most of my team react, champ Keep shinin’ stay powerful, par Me and digital y’all Now fuck that peep the visuals, God [Teena Marie] Every time you come around I feel my world starts turning topsy-turvy And I just can’t fight the spin Baby, won’t you listen to this love Whose hearts been missing and don’t hurt me ‘Cause I’m falling your way again Am I weak Well, sometimes I just can’t hardly speak That I have to pinch myself to be sure That this love is more than I can endure Sweet thing, you’ve got me signing Ooo la-la-la It’s the way that you feel when you know it’s real Ooo la-la-la It’s the warm that’s inside when you’re satisfied Ooo la-la-la It’s a dream that lasts forever Ooo la-la-la Let’s stay together, oh I can see it there That look upon your face is saying love’s in making... When I See You(Intro: Raekwon) Put that shit on (man)Netflix man...that's real...ait man this shit is a nick...go get it...ait...bet nigga...these niggas is crazy man...oh shit, word these (indistinct Cistic?) niggas really fired somebody... Verse 1: Raekwon She was brown with a accent, I meant a Long-Wheelbase Range, yelling what's that shit...hips was rumping, dick jumping, I met her 'round school weather...coming from the car-wash Pa', missed forever, bubble game up, I had a second, she walked by fly, threw a kiss at me, her wrist looked perfected, whats your name shorty? She said Iseline, ice is mean, had a shoe on looked nice with wings...I'm just a baker, who fresh as hell blessed from the Staten, gotta take boats there Boo, let's make it happen, when you layin'...limousine, a bottle of lean, that's Moscato, just jump in the Beemer , by the building I was chillin' right there on the side she pulled up, hugged a nigga like a family member died, I've been waitin' to kiss you nigga, just gimmie your hand, walked up...yeah, the Baller cut....what?! Verse 1: Fantasia Chorus: Fantasia...(Rae over chorus)...Aha, still stompin'...I told you all...I get it...(indistinct) Verse 2: Raekwon Good nookie a.k.a. that Fabreze pussy, got my tounge all wetsoaked foaming for hood pussy...you know a nigga gangster with it, wanna choke you out with it, that's them rolls when I'm anxious with it, everyday I'm in the hall with you, Waldorf shit, I know every employee here, official, wanna wife you, after five years shorty this the cycle, to keep you, recoups the chicks cycle...my big time Baller friend grew up on alley huh? Yeah, I grew up in the valley with mortal men, yeah the nigga big with it, take a swig, hit it, I'm loyal, just hold me down in Sin City, smarts and morals is what I'm here for, yeah your helping hand, yeah your help your man in a forum, I'ma share everything with my Queen, she a trophy piece...word to mother...I'm I supposed to peace? (Indistinct laughter) Verse 2: Fantasia Chorus: Fantasia ...(Rae over Fantasia's chorus) Yeah Boo...that's that shit right? I'm here nigga...that's that extra ordinary, extraordinary...you already know how I get downs baby ...you already know, this is nothing right here, for real, trust me, this is nothing right here...where I'm going niggas...niggas don't even go B...straight up...this is real perfection right here ya'll I love this motherfucking track right here, word up she bodied this shit man, word up man, yo Rose man, put the (indistinct ) on, throw some sprinkler juice on that shit, make it wet and juicy for me (fades out) This Is What It Comes Too (Remix)[Intro: Raekwon] Get the fuck up out the spot nigga Burn that nigga feet up man This nigga in here man Fuck this nigga doin' b Fat kid get washed off by fiends you wild ass Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man Sheep skin socks ass nigga right here b What the hell is goin' on man? Light that nigga feet up son, c'mon man [Verse 1: Raekwon] I done blacked out, no man is safe, ya' crew is cornered Why did you think you could step over me? I'm too enormous Plus I heard you an informant, call Bruce, tell em' roll out the plastic I'm about to catch a body on this No threat, khazer, I don't make those Soak my bullets in cyanide, so when they touch ya' that's a case closed Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll Hoes, I don't chase those, too much drama wit' em' That alone I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch feelings I'm on some old goldie shit chillin' Business man baby, stay producin' them dollar signs Line for line I'm dope, don't mix me with Quinine When the spike hit em' they flat line, period One word to describe my grind, son, I'm serious Shank doctor with choppers, rainin' on ya militants Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealin' shit [Hook: Raekwon] This what it comes to, wild'n like a western Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare This what it comes to, wild'n like a western Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo Later on when I die I wanna fly, I'm a warrior With my shirt sleeves, slip me a few rounds a Oreos Kango tilted, angels was like "Ghost he killed it" Sledgehammer rap, the whole damn Clan we build it Brick by brick caught blow dryin' the oxi work miracles Pray for the healthy from alphabet cereal I was taught to bang on niggas that's quick to talk Moment of silence Bow ya head get it blown'd off Rolls, race' and Flair plus Paul Orndorff Background, hear me still shootin' when the song's off Raow Raow like a dungeon dragon Coast by a cop downstairs, don't stop, them baggin' Clips hangin' like a Strawberry Charleston Chew Strawberry shortcake, great lemonade it goo Weather the projects, I drive by, bodies on the Throg Neck Lightin' up they ass, bettin' niggas on the side bets, yeah Stack chips like Legos Pop up on you niggas like Eggo, two hands on the Draco Hole in ya back the size of a miniature bagel Livewires with ya girls still suckin' our huevos We pack addicts, stack habits, still servin' crack addicts Louis baggage, we the baddest, 24 karat atlas Tell [?] I'm aware 29 savage is [?] Rock niggas bite the head of a bird like Black Sabbath [Hook] This what it comes to, wild'n like a western Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare This what it comes to, wild'n like a western Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare [Verse 2] I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please Above the law break, beat cases, don't cop pleas I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash I'm a star, you a Starburst sweeter than fruit No kinda background, claimed killer, then who did you shoot? Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps Shit is real over here, til' we blast on Satan Take trips in and outta the country, turn dark clouds to sunny I'm livin' good, my paper got me comfy You in the hood talkin' bout you wanna war with me I get your projects shot down while your land lord sleep Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions You a killer then show me, if not, then meet my savages The general, I'll have my goons tear up your establishment [Hook] This what it comes to, wild'n like a western Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare This what it comes to, wild'n like a western Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare Smith Bros.[Intro: Raekwon] Take it back 1993, '94 or something Yeah, runnin' through the stairs and shit Trynna to get to the roof Narcotos is on, some other shit [Hook: Raekwon] My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing [Verse 1: Raekwon] Corner filled chains and Gucci glasses The was the era when we flipped all the shh, on the store, splashed it Had Dominicans runnin' and eatin' steak and cheese sandwiches They in the back, braggin', the fifth slut Fuckin' with a few niggas nieces, take it back when we would Rock for a leases and stand on the speakers I got the shit locked, I'll battle you, you, you and your whole gridlocked Little shit, supported the beef Fly Pierre couldn't tell me nothin' with a brand new beard Couldn't wait, but kept survivin' the years We sold crack daily, crack mad bailey's, crack faces and skulls Sit back, watchin' the mack, twist carefully It was them horrifyin' times, spit dimes Police sneak up, I hope he know the time, get mine Just livin' the ghettos, where we suppose stand loyal But the game'll get you trapped when it's time, yo [Hook: Raekwon] My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing [Verse 2: Raekwon] The year's 1990, everybody grimey Crack was what's in it, the vehicles was 1-90's Young shorties be gettin' their bread, haunted by Jamaicans Them niggas had their corners on red Map the laws, runnin' cards, playin' bars Mask the coke in the cars, twist the gan', mad, crackin' cigars Smokin' through Queens, bitches stealin' Guess jeans Get the scope on our stars, little did we know, we folow they dreams Now we get around in live limosines, flash stacks in cuisines Combat, get to smackin' the fiends, just max for a minute and lean All the shit for the moment, slick omens, my opponents would scheme We were shot downtown, hit trains, buy cables and remain The illest villains, walkin' in spots Playin' the corners, baby, vision or not Said yo, and when it's on, we gon' rep and rock, nobody call the cops [Hook: Raekwon] My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing [Verse 3: Raekwon] Where all the major swingers, yo Where all the live fresh, came home, up state livin' fly rangers We rep them niggas and we love 'em Sons, we hug 'em, they make it home and be gone in a week That's some letters, all my niggas live together Baby yellin' whatever, we all write in hands, nothin' but creeps Hold me down, I'ma hold you fatter Watch me catch both of these actors, it's Ice Water throwin' hits in the cling Bloodhounds is on you, goons is beamin' Take it to the team to team, plot thing, blew you a bean It's just a young poor hustlers thing But your gun got a ring, if you gonna live like a young kid [Hook: Raekwon] My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing [Outro: Raekwon] Too all them killas and the bank robbers This is another, another, Smith Bros. production Production, it's Lex Diamonds, muthafucka You know what time it is From the Hills[Hook: Raheem DeVaughn] From the Hill to the Shaolin All the rules that came, from foreign part From the Hills, of the Shaolin With an iron fist of fury and the mighty sword To fulfill the prophecy of the Wu-Tang, of the Wu-Tang [Verse 1: Raekwon] In the Polo store, fronting in war clothes, it been like this From right in time when I was nine years old I was a hot mess, smoking cheeba, running with stolen speakers Dropped beepers, even wore a victory vest I run with niggas, digging knots from niggas, running out the school Stunting, back of the bus, flashing the ox Rock the V-Gooses, everything we wore was name brand Sold three lucy's, just to get on call plan R.E.C. Poss' Rockers, the Blip Brothers Even the Spin Doctors, sat and smoke blunts, I been bopping All my kins blew up, we grew up with We used to do what? Running through the sewers and then shopping Pick pocket, deuce baby, take it in truce, baby You know how we do, come run in my boots, baby The niggas came through, touch the God, here Shallah Ever since went from ninjas to gem stars, sing Rah [Hook] [Verse 2: Method Man] Reunited, another LP, we're all excited That wreckless eyeballing'll get your girl indicted My touch like Midas, I cramp your style, arthritis These niggas is food, I eat they food, nigga-ritis Your man don't snooze, insomniac This The W, the Clan don't lose, you putting hands on who? Hands down, I can handle you, you half man, half animals If you are what you eat, and eat pussy, you'se a cannibal And stopping me, is what you can not do Either get in the game, get out the way, or get ran right through I ain't different Method Man like you But you ain't like us, we play rough, my community tough And little kids in my community cuss Ya'll be showing your guns, but the ones in my community bust And when they do, you get a jewel re-up [Hook] The Hood[Hook: Tiffany Villarreal] Some day, I know you'll be far away I'll be right here to stay, give me one day Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae [Verse 1: Raekwon] To my hood, I'm always there for you Rain, hail, sleet, snow, and I'm there For all the underprivileged, yo we here My life is all in your soul, daily, since nana left us She took all of your blessings, cuz she been there My life change, yo, could never though be without you, yo It's strange when I want it to rain On my best friend's grooming, we all had visions of you We broke nights, God, knowing you cared Peace, nigga, only for a minute and I'mma break out Come back and kiss you on your feet, here I love my hood, I love my niggas, there, yo The older we get, we understand, you might tear [Hook: Tiffany Villarreal] Some day, I know you'll be far away I'll be right here to stay, give me one day Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae [Verse 2: Raekwon] You keep the little young ones, happy, true Graduations occured, you look so pretty and new Look at the sky, all blue, all old people with you Facilities mailing, jail brothers miss you Wow, it gets crazy when I think about the money you made me Slipped me away, but Jakes tried to rade me Nighshifts, smokin' on spliffs, you kept yellin' "Carry your fifth, the down the block niggas is gay" They keep police invadin' your space, we can't live Plus, they gassin' the mayor, them niggas wanna give you away We won't have that, suburban people mad at the fact That you be gettin' more company then them, they just be scared of that "Hood", look at your name, spell it backwards Yo, "Dooh", that's what they yellin' in vain You the realest, the most livest, flyest, you part of life I gotta give you love, cuz you gave it God and life [Hook: Tiffany Villarreal] Some day, I know you'll be far away I'll be right here to stay, give me one day Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae [Verse 3: Raekwon] Who ever said you ain't do right by me, they frontin', yo They couldn't understand that we was a team I used to come out, hear you words, talk to me, walk with me, brother Cool, try to be succesful and dream The city lights is on, now, they wanna turn 'em off Try'nna start some shit, actin' like you never made a penny for 'em Dun, they doin' you dirty, we had Summer Youth for that, though No need to cry, never get worried You gon' live forever, word to mother Cuz she raised you right, and you got fifty-one brothers I sat with the trees and had conversations at bees We talked about throwin' money up, landscapin' your knees You forget that, something to talk about Show me where to take the check, pay these suckas off and be out The'll never be another place, everybody happy to see That's why I keep coming back to you, peace [Hook: Tiffany Villarreal] Some day, I know you'll be far away I'll be right here to stay, give me one day Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae Some day, I know you'll be far away I'll be right here to stay, give me one day Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae IntroThis paperwork is just fuckin' my eyes up. Shit is really based on politics, man Yeah, they were right when we was in the street, huh? You need some tissue, man? Yeah Shit is just real right now because, yo, everything count man. Everywhere you walk, a nigga gon' judge your walk. But only you can judge yourself at the end of the day, knowin' what the fuck is you doin'. A lot of niggas gotta see that man, immobilizing is the best thing right now coming from whatever we came out of, you know? Yeah, but they don't make cats like you no more, baby. It's a different breed out here, know what I'm sayin'? Indeed so The world is yours though, baby. The world is yours We got a plan though The world is yours We have no interests, no investments in anything illegitimate. Don't ever underestimate the power of forgiveness. This is real shit right here, I'm tellin' you Mr. Raekwon and his associates is prepared to deposit 500 million dollars in the Rap Vatican bank. Such times as Mr. Raekwon and his associates receive majority control of the Immobilarity Immobilarity? Immobilarity could be somethin' new, baby. It's a international conglomerate. A few families have control of such companies. These are important things that a black man like myself and like others need to know. And that's gon' bring about nature. Nature takin' it's course. Come on, let's add on. What you feel? Talk to me now This is not a question of one person deciding one vote. It's not like any other company in the world! We have directors, we have rules, we have very old rules. I have a board I have to answer to, they have to approve you Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in Once Upon a Time[Intro: Raekwon (Tekitha)] Chill, nigga, chill Get some rest, man, come on, man Stop playin' wit' me, man (ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhh) [Hook: Tekitha] Lately... I had a love that would ignite all the fire The desire would leave, for you I'd admire Lately... you seem all corrupt I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers Drove me to arms of another [Verse 1: Raekwon] Broke the top of goose-down sheets, kissed her on the neck Real love, hope this ain't the last time we meet Felt like a King who had a Queen want him I usually deserve hotels, this one's the gift, slick On our eye-to-eye contact, body movement, all on the grind A lady's starin' at me, all in my mind Sayin', "Boo, I gotta live with you, let's connect and be a bridge" You stay three forths and I'ma wiz you [Verse 2: Tekitha] Months ago.. you came to me Told me... love me forever See.. time has passed.. and lonely days Have rid his head now.. stormy weather But out of the rain.. came some delight I ain't ashamed.. I know that it's right The way that I'm feelin'.. He touches me.. in ways I like Says things you won't.. won't day or night Givin' me healin.. I'm leavin' 'Cause you wanted to know.. that is the reason [Hook: Tekitha] Lately... I had a love that would ignite all the fire The desire would leave, for you I'd admire Lately... you seem all corrupt I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers Drove me to arms of another [Verse 3: Tekitha] The only set back in my state of grace Is that.. the love is real.. for you and him In different ways.. and You're out in space.. yes here on Earth it's fun to play I wish you were present so my love wouldn't go astray And he gives what I need Quenches my thirst when you say "Girl, please" That's a waste of my breath It's funny to me.. that you get upset And I told you quite often I would fill up the space.. did ya think I was talkin' Out the side of my neck.. You left me alone, what did you expect? [Hook: Tekitha] Lately... I had a love that would ignite all the fire The desire would leave, for you I'd admire Lately... you seem all corrupt I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers Drove me to arms of another [Verse 4: Raekwon] I'm dead in my sleep, she's standin' over the kid I'm terrified, shorty was deep I had my hand in her account plus livin' in a lab Like a Count, I had to go six shorties was pink yo She had the yolk on me that's when I went broke We used to flip coke together, get boasted and float We split real bread, we was large We had our weddin' in the garage And then she stopped reviewin' my bars Hold up [Hook: Tekitha] Lately... I had a love that would ignite all the fire The desire would leave, for you I'd admire Lately... you seem all corrupt I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers Drove me to arms of another [Tekitha] Heeeeeeyyyyyy... yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh Forever.. ohhhhhhh bbbbaaaaaaabbbbbbbbyyy Ohhhhhhh yyyyyooooouuuuuu yyyyyyyyyyoooooooouuuuu [Hook to the fade] Soundboy Kill It[Verse 1: Raekwon] Ay-yo, life's good, cashmere sweaters in the rover Pull up at the club, getting love, pull em over Jump out the luxury stroller for ballers We sit, burn money all day, blow and roll up Fine broads around, that's fly, that's a low ball Paper settlin' its real for my gold club come up You ain't even know nothing, last week all on the street Yelling 'Let me hold something!' Now shorty throw your booty up Niggas with cash Keep it above, we in Louis stuff Sit back, blasted, do me something When it comes to you, me and this rap shit I'm quick to toolie up My style, my fly, my weather Yeah I drive high plus fly You a devil, you endeavor Mean days in Ciroc with the kettle Throwing cream at shorty's, love it, he a rebel [Hook: Melanie Fiona (Raekwon)] Watch the soundboy, he 'gon kill it (To every ghetto that's far, we here.) Yeah, watch the soundboy, he 'guan kill it (I seen so many scars from it) Yeah No, we can't turn back the rain Now we gotta find another way Cause we grind it, burn it, street life's Got me caught up can't you... Can't you see it's 'bout to blow? Can't you see it's bout to blo-o-o-o-o-ow? Raekwon, kill it! [Interlude: Raekwon] Ay-yo, wha gwan, you know what it is! Assassin, soundboy gangsta, let's go! [Verse 2: Assassin] Well mi say bodybag a zip up like a ziploc (Blaow! Blaow!) Murder soundboy, kill the disc-jock (Blaow! Blaow!) 8 ball lodge inna yu six-pack (Blaow! Blaow!) Say "it wasn't me" like Rik Rok (Blaow! Blaow!) Raekwon, we got the game inna we hand Control the dogs like Cesar Millan Assassin on the track yo, call it microphone-icide Why? (Cause we murder every beat dat we on) Then, soundboy yu dead and inna freezer you gone Mi say you end up inna tomb, but anuh Giza yu gone Raekwon a tell me, "Yo Assassin easy nuh man Yu nuh fraid dem tek weh yuh visa mi don?" Mi say no, sound fi dead, whole clique a dead When mi say di sound dead, all di speaker dead Amps dem, di control, all di tweeter dead Aye! [Hook] [Outro: Raekwon] It's real, man The Chef, Assassin, Melanie Fiona Word up all my soundboy killers The DJs, hold the fort down man, word up man 100 cases of motherfuckin' Guinness Nigga you know how we win this Song feels so real 'til I finish this shit Aah! Never Used To Matter[Sample] "Never used to matter to you..." [Bun B] We used to come down in the slab together, we hit the ave together Them wood grain wheels we grabbed together Had the same plugs, cooked out of the same kitchen Hustle with the same thugs, on the same corners pitching We hit the same clubs, my family and your squad Bought all the bottles they had, we hit 'em so hard Fifty G's on Friday night, sixty on the next Hundred thousand dollar weekend, my nigga, we used to flex Bad bitches for the sex, best weed for us to blow Now with me you gotta plex, wanna take it toe to toe Is it over a ho, over this work, over the dough? Boy, you in over your head, and don't say I ain't told you so You never been a soldier, bro, so don't try to front for me, man Then lifting weights, acting like you He-Man, ain't G, man Quit showing out, nigga, let's go and keep it true I guess the shit that we been through ("Never used to matter to you...") [Raekwon] Yo, we puff ounces together, I could of bounced and left you When they through them shotties under your nephew You know I stood there, back you down, and stood ground, was part of the plan I thought it said ("Never used to matter to you...") You played it like you was the ringleader, you was a queen Lost your manhood, you're off of the team Don't ever come back, I'm spitting on you, shitting on you, no more sales These shells got your name in script, I'm flipping on you Corner drug nigga with priors, your gun never went off In jail you was a liar, your wore wires Stop fronting on the team, you're through, buy a gun, a crew But overall it never ("Never used to matter to you...") We hustle for money, you hustle and funny Gave you that name, hated my fame, you hated my chain Now the chair turn, this is our view, coward you through Don't try to say it never ("Never used to matter to you...") You fucking liar... [Sample] "Never used to matter to you..." "Never used to matter to you..." FridayYo where this nigga at man Nigga you a daylight and a dollar short, man its a done deal Yeah. It's over with, son. It's done! Aight You owe me 20, 000 big faces for that Heh..Who owe you 20?? ..You Al, nigga? ..nigga I don't owe you shit.. ..aight.. *sound of a splash as a body hits the water* Friday nigga Whats the word You got something for me I'mma see you in 2 seconds Right, yo pull my Rover on the side Right there police coming man Heard me [Verse 1] Yo up in the game room 4 in the morning and it's storming and we blitzed Just rocked another wig yeah we on it God had blood on his sweat pants The way the tech dance on a nigga face, son ain't have a chance Seen him high pitch yellow nigga from outta town A young mellow ally trying to run through Hell, it's on called the dogs to get on him And we caught him, only thing this nigga was a lord in his forum Bum nigga fresh outta jail, I used to play baseball with him 'Til son got large—bought a whale Azure by the entrance, guess it's real nigga night out He moving on his own negligence Yo Lexxy strap up meet you in the back in the Acura Spectacular vic, he stackular Seen a nigga gem-down, fresh haircut trying to swim now Aqua green Avias on brim style wild We walked by eyeing 'im Shorty ain't looked he trying to get fly, my niggas ain't dived on him Kaze had the Mac in the vest, the way he moving might be dressed He made two rights nigga move left Standing by the incinerator, thank God he a generator I can tell, bought his lady suede gators Yo now it's time to move, spin nozzles on the tools Might just bust him quiet style rules He walked out the crib, yup draped We on the elevator baked, staring at the nigga chain shape We looked at him, seen all crooked, then we flashed on him He knew we was live, my man Boo spazzed on him Pulled out, take off the wool, nigga cool out Walk you out the bulding, betta run nigga move out This nigga liver than fuck, larger than fuck Better kill me, all y'all niggas is butt, what spray it up Tuck the chains in, Kaze shot him at point blank range then He started screaming like a cave man Blood got a salty taste, I can tell furniture fell out his face Laced now it's a case Threw up, vomit on my coat piece Snatched all his ice now, Chrome T, boatin' off low-key Didn't know the kid was large Hour later call from jail, Mexicans surrounding the gods Chill you bigga than the ocean, slow motion Play it off no emotion but my man in there grossing What to do they might kill him We might kill you circulate death, that's how the real do We sat there 3 live macks of the year Crack beers one nigga in the back washing off his track Airs Don't take it serious, vivid flow luxurious I'm hearing this'll, make a real nigga curious Friday my day, chill Pop, leave 'em on the highway Bet he won't never fly my way This Shit Hard[Hook] Fuck a middleman, I can get it direct Cook it up, watch it bubble in that pyrex This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout I could show you how to make a killing in them projects All I need is some powder and a pyrex This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout [Verse 1] Yeah, I'm getting fronted by the boat, waiting 'til they catapault Raw organic blow, straight off the banana boat Frantic when them birds landed, niggas damn near had a stroke ?? shook a can of coke Voila as the baking soda merging Agua, make it up bubble up like detergent Start off soft when I whip it, work it Come back hard like a nigga from his first bid Yeah, this is the type of shit that hook your mayor Marion, rich, pure, white like an Aryan Met him at the Sheraton, reminded me of Pablo Giving me his spiel while I inhale cigar smoke He said I supply it through private cargo You need to find a pilot that could fly you to Chicago And back to the condo to come up with a plan I met a plug, cutting out the middleman [Hook] [Verse 2] Yeah, ?? shit smell like fish scale, cocaine Let the water boil then I cook it on the low flame Whipping up the whole thing with a box of Arm & Hammer, shit coming back like karma Pull it out the water, the icing on the cake Let it dry, paper towels sitting on a plate Scrape the shake out the pot, the feeling on his face So numb that he try to tell me how it tastes Hit the cookie with the razor, make it crumble Nigga at the kitchen table wrapping up bundles Caught carpel tunnel in your wrist I'll be damned Got the whole hood looking like Zombie Land Now I'm at the dock, directing the van back Forklift the pallet, ripping off the saran wrap White like anthrax, nigga met the birdman Now I got them things transported through a ?? [Hook] [Verse 3: Raekwon] Ayo, the Carlos Slim of the hood Champion hoodie, what's goodie I'll put y'all niggas on and I'm fully A gangsta 'til I'm gone Been blessed with these ounces for so long Giving niggas money for their moms This bail paper right here is backup I'm leaving the country, need a trillion on my arm to live comfy Back up, my spots is like leopards I come through with shepherds Shoulder strap on, black Louis black bombers Yeah the police is scared and it's weird 400 thousand, take them there You know it's all of us, one crack you can't even spam I'm not doing jail for racketeering My niggas gangsta for sure We'll shoot anything, just open the door We get it in, we want RBC money Ready with black crack, running back to the crib, they coming [Hook] Silk[Verse 1: Raekwon] Hibachi pots, Lemonade scotch in the Glock Toast whoever ?? a nigga's watch Riched up feeding her French duck Up in Prime One, one son on me, he shoot like he fuck A Welly Fargo yo Gallardo jet red Listening to Marvin and Keith in them ?? Gambling spots, I own the lease Quarter millions only, on top of the grass we got suites Man, bottles of Rose, the OJs is here with cold play I sit back, perform in the grown way My paper is proper, my bitch hella copped I bought, copped me to Alans ?? courts So many reasons to eat Don't wanna kill no more, ayo, I'm two steps away from the ?? Lee and Dirty ain't cleaned it in years I'm hustling a new way, my bookkeeper is standing right here Ice water is the logo, y'all niggas know so Flavor like a adobo bring the mayor to ?? It's promo rap nigga, I grow though Catch me south France lumberjack mink bunch of snow cones [Interlude: Raekwon] Yo We got like, forty thousand motherfucking biscuits in the back Y'knowwhatimsayin For all the niggas that been putting the weight up, doing their thing, that's good For real [Hook: Big B] I've been watching, I've been learning It seems like I've been hustling for years Now that I've got my earnings I wanna get away from here Cause as the world keeps turning I'ma get mine, I swear [Verse 2: C.L. Smooth] Pull them off the lot, let's race 'em I'm here to break the set to the break who can take 'em The ambiance, giving no response he gets what he wants The scratch that he flaunts, nightmares he haunts I'm just a smooth killa, nothing to prove nigga Your shit is hard but I'm like, ten times iller I'm Merlot Sipper, you can see my habit I'm just a businessman besides your chick magnet A grown woman lover, a shorty's father figure You keep it all hood, I'm thinking much bigger Cause life is sweet you spread your wings The land, the kings, we get right and handle things, you hear? Like the pieces on the board And my quest for peace is what made me a warlord, dig it? Spit bars exquisite, no lies, I live it No telling which island I plan to inhibit Laid up with a bad bitch, choking on a cigar real far Feeling stout pussy by the seashore Smoking jacket and more broads I'm here to get all yours The prettiest one you pick, down on all fours [Hook: Big B] I've been watching, I've been learning It seems like I've been hustling for years Now that I've got my earnings I wanna get away from here Cause as the world keeps turning I'ma get mine, I swear [Verse 3: Sauce Money] Hide the body, I got that hammers that hate you Extended clips that's ungrateful Only thing I could promise is your exit won't be graceful I'm just hoping your necklace is tasteful Put you to sleep, that's how I wake you No alarm clock could ever wake you I stay out late at night grinding for my payout I shot my way in, I shoot my way out That's if I have to, see how it play out You have a better understanding for the day out Politic with Chef, fine tools survey the lay out Uh-huh, AK out Taking over blocks, making over spots As the uncut raw and baking soda locks Last stop inside this coke boy tour Searching for paradise over this dope boy war [Interlude: Sauce Money] Y'knowhatimsayin, Chef? You gotta get it by any means, my nigga Hold it before niggas wake up and we dawn [Hook: Big B] I've been watching, I've been learning It seems like I've been hustling for years Now that I've got my earnings I wanna get away from here Cause as the world keeps turning I'ma get mine, I swear Whatever, Whenever[Intro] Yeah, fly shit, man, word up, man It’s that old motherfuckin’ laid back and Leanin’ back on that good old alpaca In the back of the vehicle and shit Countin’ up motherfuckin’ 68 thousand Two motherfuckin’ vests on the floor Got mad reefer in the ash tray Police put 17 cars away You already know, man, shit is realer [Verse 1: Raekwon] Threw on the Harley leather sheepskin gloves, my Beretta ‘Bout to hit the ghetto, hard-body bring the kettle Niggas is drinkin’ and gamblin’, all you see is hammers in my corner Champion sweats, hoes in pajamas 7-50 new blue, this is my lady She stay playin’ suits, mad cute, two 3-80s And her cousin, a police who live in the east I knew him from the fifth grade, he definitely is a beast A thug smugglin’ cop who live in the ‘hood Plus he rock a lot of Carhartt, Braveheart, die hard The day I seen him, was the day they tried to rob him They pulled out a flare gun, they shot out his charger Yo, beast started simmerin’ at dice games and pubs Niggas runnin’ up in alleyways gettin’ mugged Niggas lucky, ‘cause them other niggas butt I sat back, calm as fuck, enter the conference [Hook] Whatever, whenever Just keep that thing up on you Wherever, whenever Whatever, whenever Just keep that thing up on you Wherever, whenever [Verse 2: Raekwon] Show ‘em how we position, all of the shit glisten Stones flooded the Smith and, liquor, I’m reminiscing Fiends are still sniffin’, sons are still in prison My pen is still scriptin’ all of them ghetto visions They gave me the contract, came where moms is at Left a Audi 86 in the driveway in the mack Felt like young Bond, Tom Forrest, slacks and metal lenses Two polaroid pictures in front of his brother’s Benzes His sisters was some hustlin’ dykes, bullyin’ niggas Ridin’ around, mollied up, plus suspended licenses Hit the stash box – right there, a hundred in cash Left a blue steel muzzle in the glove box, yikes 4:40 that morning, it’s foggy, I’m under the Gotti Louis jumper jacket, huntin’ hat cocky Mad ‘cause I ain’t fuck that morning I had a Korean-Malaysian black sister with a thunder back ridin’ me Made it to the balcony part Tossed the rope around the big lion head statue, climbed up remarkably Right by the window, they there Took a glance through, they covered in Versace covers Fuckin’ in the mirror Couldn’t see the faces, heard the moans La Perla Draws hung off the sectional chair, cocked the chrome Emptied the barrel, all you saw was goose down flyin’ The trigger felt like wind, it was two bitches lyin’ there [Hook] 86'[Verse: Raekwon] Wood green jacket in the clapper Catch me inside Mojito City with a stretched plump actress Grabbin’ her thong, the light-skinned Mia Long Rich niggas way back, the bitch do John Why would you ever wanna be here? Guns bigger than me here I’m like the centipede, three pair Wallabees, first pair ferocious Guns from Scotia, everybody know I flow like oceans Truck little pieces, how’re we gonna eat this? I walk around fly, high, telekinesis And my lady a well known designer who fell in line with me And all she do is sell LV We in the grow house, trees look alone I built the Dutch Master train set, relax, you home And watchin’ Carmelo when the Knicks go in I’m playing my square, I’m in the front row, my bitch roll in That’s not wifey, that’s a lover She gave me some top, but how we met, she was alone with my brother Givin’ twenty-year veteran good dick, came to my senses Stay strong like old man in dentures Wintertime rockin’ the fox, hangin’ with Bruno Mars, The Lox Sting, yo, Nas’ pops We gettin’ honeys, Rat Pack clique in my gunny Blowin’ two Ls, Ocean 11 this money Floss stays coolin’ on them horses Hoppin’ over logs, long Polo boots, ownin’ them Porsches Maxin’ king, everything Gucci Just like the suits I play Saturday to stay in Jacuzzis Brother Man, I’m floatin’ to mother lands And came back with ounces of gold, wrapped aside, rubber bands Hangin’ in McCormick & Schmitz Doin’ my OG thing, slangin’ some ‘caine in the mix [Bridge: Altrina Renee] I’ll be flying to the islands when it’s cold outside Matching furs, his and hers, got matching black cars On my life, livin’ right, baby, love is no limit Life’s good either way, 'long as you in this King of Kings[Intro: Havoc Raekwon] Let's go Yeah, nigga Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout It's all good don't worry about it You feel what I'm sayin'? Don't worry about it Yeah Word up, let's go You know how we gotta come at this niggas, man Yeah, come on, yo [Verse 1: Havoc] Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kicks Better move little fucks when the heat I'll spit The hammer clap like the ass on a meat-out chick Dump clips like a triflin' ass bitch to drop If you short you're a chance in the box But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled On the floor, like a new born baby, God What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of shit is leakin' out of his head? When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin' Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas) [Chorus: Raekwon] All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us? Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it Ay yo all that money, all them niggas All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely" All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us? Ay yo all around hungry, that's us ,and can't get nothin' get it Ay yo all that money, all them niggas All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely" [Verse 2: Raekwon] I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa You know the code, yo Caesar low straddlers Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin' Imperial wizards, Staten Knife game off the chain and I'm with four hundred with wagons yo Live wires, shoot darts for bread Any map, I assist that, I'm holdin' it, all niggas dead What? Battle for cake and fuck wizzes We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain't no fake niggas Reminisce, spit faces Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them niggas cake Battle the gun, you're wildin' I might levitatate well, I might take ya shit, push up, stylin' it Oxes, reefers, police need us The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up Fuckin' with the poisonous hand Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans [Chorus: Raekwon] All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us? Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it Ay yo all that money, all them niggas All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely" All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us? Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it Ay yo all that money, all them niggas All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely" [Verse 3: Raekwon] Ay yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me One of the top five gangstas alive My element is just the Elliott Ness, niggas who hide Yo, I ran from some niggas that was police These niggas heard about me bringin' marked money in, I had the whole East I've been the greatest, been flippin' the latest Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin' haze And all the young niggas praise me It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, 'yana pace Come on, banana squeeze, aim at these Caravans Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish' Comin' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin' ki's Fuck wit' the media, it's all good [Chorus: Raekwon] All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us? Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it Ay yo all that money, all them niggas All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely" All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us? Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it Ay yo all that money, all them niggas All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely" Missing Watch[Intro: Raekwon (Polite)] Oh shit! Fuck is my watch at? Shit... what the fuck? Nah man, nah man, hell nah These bitches is frontin The fuck the shit go? Them drug gangstas Yo son, you got my shit? (Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit) Son you ain't got my shit? (Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit) Yo, son, my shit is gone (Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the..) [Raekwon] I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit Passed off, rubbin on my ski hat - oh shit! My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it? Gleamin little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed And I'm flippin cause these niggas wanna play me for test Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggas in they faces After that I'm goin at niggas pockets The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggas got my shit "Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit" Then help me find my shit! Eye-ballin every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint Break out, find my shit! Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet, bitch spell it! Listen trick, be out, bounce Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face, she pulled out two white owls "Everybody back the fuck up, move! Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes" If my shit come up, cool Matter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack, niggas pulled out tools [Hook: Polite] Yo yo yo yo turn the fuckin' lights off Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ turn the fuckin' music off We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear We just lose about mansion in here And yo eh yo if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em [Ghostface Killah] Excuse me, Miss, no I ain't havin' it I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground Then I stepped off, dry mouth and shit Equipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns The fat fuck thought I was playin' so I started sprayin Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke The owner slid through beefin', duke threw the toast to his throat We brought the noise like we here to promote My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes yo we're leavin' with the vote A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body We did our thing too we got to the Envy lobby Our last four or five shots we see nobody [Hook] [Polite] Eh yo shit got real that night Power grabbed him, 'Vine smacked him dead in his head (Oh shit, nigga he got a magnum!) Yo we all holdin', rollin Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him! Watchin' niggas foldin The bartender got a shotgun in his hand Let off, the wheelchair nigga got up and ran Surround the Don, full body armor automatically on The faggots passed off the watch and gone (yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit!) Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up Matter of fact nigga, lie the fuck up Nigga tried to swing on G's but he a gentleman Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it Two shot G's pealed his meat {*starts to fade out*} Let's see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up! Niggas'll use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka! {*explosion*} Baggage Handlers[Intro: sample from Scarface] You got to be kiddin', five hundred? Who you think we are, baggage handlers? The goin' rate on a boat, is a thousand a night, man You know that (first you got to work your way up to 500, cedigo) Ok, what I did for you guys in Freedomtown, what was that? [Verse 1: Raekwon] Return of the kitchen kid, with the axe All I know is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E pills Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya groove back A hundred yukons, we all moving crack All my soldiers got big rank, pa, Sicily money Y'all had a bitch that got pregnant in Iraq What's the movement? Superman money in the Ooh building A few dudes who make a lotta rules sayin' 'you get it' Right, wavy hair, all my niggas is polic' You stay off the roof, or jakes see the crib No snitchin', this Amityville detention Might fuck around, get caught, or shot down, play position Yeah, here they come, sizin' them up, you know my status This is raw way, lookin' in his eyes, and he butt Yo, what's happenin'? I heard you got the streets back, captain Yup, all niggas is dead, unless they team clappin' something He felt the generals plans, recognize, we going all out I might throw three in his man Had the slick look, looking all Cubaned up Don't get it twisted, nigga we'll swiss swish you up, what? [Hook: Raekwon (Busta Rhymes)] From all day to morn', noon, night Recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker) You all listen, pay attention Word to the team, we gonna key up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker) Get ya birds off, playground Yo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker) For all them real Cash Rule Everything Around Me Niggas get y'all stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker) [Verse 2: Raekwon] The kid that endorse Maxmaris, shorty show support Take your sweatpants off, fix your mascara Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long Island Twelve strong bitches that's real, who not scared of housing Yes, throw on them raccoon, chinchilla feathers Let it drag on my boots, the jean burned leather Jog through the back of the building, drop the L Got the scope on your nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales Forty karat locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the Democrat party Yo, Chef, your coat, got it poppin' Coming soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back Four hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stance Sponsored by my cousin in Stan', maintainin' Got the call from Tony Young Montana, my son campaignin' Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war anything out there The ring is mine, you can tell Roy That's when I was hit with the call, your whole motto is get tour Drug rap owner, you will rip all Live like the pope, and get a big hall Flipped them a claren, the front, like the Jag back like the store [Hook: Raekwon (Busta Rhymes)] From all day to morn', noon, night Recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker) You all listen, pay attention Word to the team, we gonna key up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker) Get ya birds off, playground Yo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker) For all them real Cash Rule Everything Around Me Niggas get y'all stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker) [Outro: Raekwon (Scarface sample)] Yea, we back in the motherfuckin' staircase, nigga You know that kid is coming, Cuban Linx, nigga Louis Rich, the signature, bitch (Every dog has his day, huh, Mel? You wanna job Ernie? Ok, then, you call me tomorrow) The Scroll[Intro: Raekwon:] Regardless, we all ninjas, and got money But the theme of the story Is yo, checking how they came for me [Verse 1: Raekwon] Kinda brief from the gold teeth era Bro dreaming on C.R.E.A.M Complimentaries and beef I'm from the wild side, a militant was made by the foremost elite It sound good, brung my rifle shit, clean Met the others, lit a blunt, begin I'm like Nicole Kidman in the wind, niggas is wild, niggas is eat Then I chanced it, blood can always beat mud Mud is part of being thug, I guess it's advance, we from the street This is me, I'm ready to beat, whatever, we gon' off' it One time alone, yo, they pricked up Unique Meth standing there, rare hustler hair, right in front of the building Them niggas do them killings out there This is deep, me, Rebel, U-G, he walked in the room Scarf rap, pair of Timberlands, beat This the potion, roll the scroll out, speaked and another walked in Knowing now this is a thief We from the same voc's, this is like a pot roast Hottest niggas who rhyme, I know them from the time This is not 'posed to happen Peace Black, we wasn't cool Threw the piece back, everything good, I lit the leaf, captain Got a mission, to make sure the world recognize our position I'm standing near the kitchen Shit just might work, I lit the stink, this could be the realest shit This could be the realest flip quick Everybody stand up in militant, army jackets down I said to myself, this the realest clique True champ, we gon' rep it through, keep it cool No boot camp, no hard work, just some loot, family All in, ball til you fall, loyal as ever I grab my leather, I'm a lay til you call [Hook: Raekwon] Generals, demons, nighttime, vultures Caught up on the ropes, let's team it Everybody seen it, Zenith, what you mean? Everybody C.R.E.A.M.'in', the all American dream Cuttin’ it Up[Intro: movie sample] So ya puttin' all ya subs now, huh? Yea, ya doin' real good? Ain't you gonna introduce me to ya friend, here? Well I'll introduce myself, excuse the glove "Get ya shit beaten" - Prodigy of Mobb Deep (sample repeated) [Intro: Raekwon] Aww shit, these niggas out here, hold that Picture that nigga, all the real niggas, yo, come on Yea, word up, I look good right? Yo, aiyo [Raekwon] Put my money on the real kings, reveal the rings Rocks swing, stayin' bling-bling in Ossining Jet mack packages, feast to light it up and beast it Cordially invited, the motto is eat this.. [Polite] Yo, what up, Lex? (What up son?) Yo it's on again Yo, it seem like niggas want war again If you ain't know, bet ya niggas heard of me now Can't stop me, best bet, murder me now [Chip Banks] Aiyo Lex, put ya diamonds on Grab ya vests and ya nine, cuz it's on I rep Harlem World where they hustle at All the way to B.K. where they bust you at [Raekwon] Yo, yo, gun on 'em in the x-rays Real niggas lay tired of it Nigga violate it, cut him in the face Vivid hand Glock, loopin' the dance, shoot him in the ass Like cupid, dealin with an old place, stupid [Polite] Yo, yo, ain't a team allowed to know, fuckin' wit this Niggas mad like I'm fuckin' they chick See me stuck in the whip, gun in the hip, one in the head Ten in the clip, niggas is dead, they imposters [Ghostface Killah] I used to bubble dimes, in the goose, I use to cuddle nines And double the fact that you dare think that you can trouble mines Big guns is layin', Timothy McVeigh 'em Broad day 'em, push 'em all the way in [Raekwon] Aiyo, dred's in the bloody rep Yeah, yellow canary Lex', specs on, movin' like vets Tri-boro, thoroughest thugs move like DeNiro Heat out, extortin' the heroes, 4/5 singles [Hook: Polite (with Prodigy sample)] Aiyo let's go get dough Bust slugs in the club, thugs get low Bitches showin' me the thong like I'm Sisqo Up in the six, yo, watch his wrist glow, damn, it be sick though This be the shit though You ain't know, got ya moms in the disco Singin' the intro, shakin' the ass like the nympho Time to move, nigga, we in, time to catch wins [Ghostface Killah] For magical mixes, remix the hell outta the Bible Like strip it and switch the whole title Robes hit the floors, shoes is buffed Gold studded bracelets, handcuffs, they gave it up [Raekwon] Teach niggas how to resolve a big mob Keep niggas on beat, fuck around and di-ie the mid-ob Niggas gonna bump what, yeah, you wit it whatever Let's body these niggas, a lot of niggas bump, yeah [Polite] Yo, yo, never been the type to hold a grudge Did five, I was guilty, fuck the judge The Ave. got mad when I slid back through Iced out, just came home and I blew [Chip Banks] We like, them frisky, rich and poet-esque If it's chilly on our neck, then it's cold on our wrists The cash flow is nuts, come through 8th Ave Another hundred style, burn out for doughin' us [Trife] Aiyo, the hood's off the hook, hooded up crooks Play the back burner wit black burners layin' for the juks I'm too live, heats be the same as my shoe size Fresh out the box, just copped a pair of new nines [Killa Sin] Yo, my team is like nitro, it might go boom when the lights blow Catch you in the spinal wit the same knife from Psycho My mic flow like Michael on the ball court All pro, result of this Cream Team, niggas is all out [Hook] [Outro: Ghostface Killah (Prodigy sample)] Aiyo, rep for ya town ("Get ya shit beaten") Uptown, break it down ("Get ya shit beaten") Staten Island, break it down ("Get ya shit beaten") B.K., break it down ("Get ya shit beaten") Queens and Bronx get down ("Get ya shit beaten") Throw ya hands up right now! ("Get ya shit beaten") ("Get ya shit beaten") The Badlands[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo Let me go in there one more time and air these niggas out For old times sake, you know how we do, my nig' Old times sake, just for me, man, one more time, I'm begging you Let me just go in, and just fly on these niggas heads, man It's what I'm talking about [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] It's like a body in a project hallway, who did it? Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ich That's my word, it could never be me You see the deer head on the living room wall, like his neck fell off That can be all sculptured and glazed with gloss Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call Snake niggas slither all in the glass house, racial slurs When it's time to go to war, they cash out Throw 'em in the rear-naked choke, they tap out Niggas try to surround the kid, I backed out And threw two rocks at 'em, watching the ho drop I'm from a place where we locking the low Glocks Yellowtape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocks Got the towels up in the air, it's so hot Talking bout Staten Island, profiling Switchblade city, the goons is wilding Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent And we don't want the fifth of 'yac, we want the gallon [Hook 2X: Raekwon] Yeah, keep holding the Hill, nigga Everything's real, let's grow in the field, nigga Big bread or making that lead pop Too many ways to get hurt or get hit with a headshot [Verse 2: Raekwon] Aiyo, Yankee blue robins on, hand full of Winston's Plump spiker with the ices on Glad to eat too, Yves Saint Laurent's is see through Blueish five seven, black rag, a street dude Liquor crack kept 'em fiending, jumped off the roof two-times I'm surprised he seen me, your bags is the truth, my G Jumped in the white Turismo, this is fruit for me And now the baseheads love my style, I'm like a new pipe With airholes in it, they suggested now You the new king, new don, new thing, only thing missing Is the Qu'ran, a new arm, a new lean Yeah, salute the prophet, trooper with a plot, kid Every block, tear hood, lock it Yeah, all my ride for me, this what I got from it You holding steel, yup, pop for me [Hook 2X] Goodfellas(JD Era) Its rainin this year im dolo outside low boots on Waitin on the bars ,bags full of grey poupon We about the CREAM,and the letters and croutons He pulled up, big bodied benz with a suit on What up chef? Raekwon Its all real cleaning my new gun Bodies is about to drop niggas is out one Spraying shit, after that out to the game and shit I need take my lady there its all jamie shit Get back touch you got a dutch JD Era Come on its on deck Chef It Up[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah Word Yeah Jump into the movie Let's go [Verse 1] Flex around town with the powerful flow in the latest I'm like a jag, more spots, more courageous I'm here, I never left, the chef blade henchman Rep with a thousand one trenchmen We all wearin' sweats, Gillettes, and oxes, more foxes Coolin' on top of the spots holdin' choppers Some new Jordan 6s in the six Fly niggas fuck this, fuck that My winners get enough that Teflon Dons and pimps, pop models Louis goggles and the S class blast, don't hit the potholes We racin', everything's laced, here's the ratio Now bust that down, let's get more fellatio [Chorus] Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin', what? Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin', what? [Verse 2] Grass get lit in bamboo, the band new I will be one of the elites in the streets Stores where fours get bought we open up wars Some swords get caught, some broads got bored Next level, new level, it's gods against devils Czars against rebels, we never been flipped Army brigades with blades on, all types of niggas catch fades In the middle of the street in the yellow line The timin' is massive, let's run to the parade Bangkok hammers get blazed It's in the streets, be amazed How young homies turn into slaves Eat that nigga for days, what [Chorus] Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin', what? Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin', what? [Outro] Yeah, yeah That's how you do that shit, man, for real, man? That's what you do when them niggas here? That's how it's going down? A-yo, you let me tell you something, man Fuck all them niggas, straight up, man I don't even wanna say it, man But y'all already know, man Y'all already know the greatest man The greatest man We the fuckin' best, nigga, what? Hahahaha, yeah, son Tell 'em what it is son That's right, man The adventures Chef, one Yeah Kids That’s Rich[Intro: Raekwon] Nothing but big gooses in here, kid... [Raekwon] Rock your ship, black, million dollar man march rap Physically strapped, electrifying gats, flying at Rap herbals with verbals, kingpin's swerve out Styles 360 degrees, don't blur out Pass the word out, we don't bring dirt out Yo, swerving out, mass murder route, blaow Get up and work now, ya'll niggas feel jerk now Take your money back, fuck yours, I'm lookin' truck, still broke down Pass the smoke out, fly steaming hat, choked down Hailing from the throat down, six hundred dollar coke, baow! Last quote now, the don, Lexy float now Hope now, Atlanta big boat style, we float now Twist the flow Nile, the bitch tore down Get it right, the wrist roll down, fly sneaker nigga, low down Go down, lady dry ya blower out, casarole role, roll out The jack star, track, fold out Bone out, pound and a half'll blown out Half the bone out, halfway home, it's on now [Hook: Raekwon] Aiyo, cats be telling on kids, now that's a lie, son Cats be telling on kids, do or die, son Cats that run with you, dumb out, puff blunts with you Cats be telling on kids, now that ain't love son Cats be feeling you, then what, be grilling you Cats be fronting on kids, Lex, you live, son [Raekwon] Learn how to bust these, gemmed out, yo Killa lust these Try not to trust these, I'm six Guyanese, dust these Set up to fuck these, good luck, trees rolling out with rugbies You love these, certified thugs, blowing up g's We all that, commissioner don rap, with the arm at Set up saloons, bring pawns where we want at Reward that, Oscar Award, applaud that We like Hardcastle and McCormack, set up the floor mat Splash four hat, Similac cats, tour rap Faggot-ville, where other reals won't ball at React tours that, Hillfinger drawers, Wu hat Relax do that, whoever boo trash, two at Beige or blue hat, suede wally shoe, lashin' Clue at White folks, come out your night clothes, sliding through that [Hook] Raw[Hook: Raekwon] Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more [Raekwon] 900 dollars on the glass table Wally Clark Gable unable Blow it on a grey goose Picture that, elephant skin Cardier glasses dim What's that? Gold around the rim Hollywoodizin, without goin Hollywood Polly for all, Cream Team playas in the hood Stop that scrutenizin, naturize See my paper rise, promotin it at Lakeshore Drive Trickin at the shark bar, God Make sure the collar greens got turkey bars par, we got you Allah Rare start grappin the hair, playin Cuban Linx Spinnin like the swivel chair, yea No question [Baby Thad] The peeps flippin, actin like she wanted me to pipe her And they got you jealous, claimin that you never liked her Then I found out y'all was too many dykers Now I'm hyper, beggin you to hook me with a cypher See me in the tunnel and you trouble me Get my dick hard dancin, sippin my bubbly Yo, beat me in the head, talkin 'bout how you got a man That can't get freaky as I wanna be No talk, Giant Size in the game Colt 45, appliance in the game Tyra's in the game, huh? Relyin on money, to make sure that my environment change [Hook 2X] [Raekwon] 2:15 and I'm blasted, smack that ass kid Light skin, what up? Stop splashin Slang got niggas in the choke hold Freakin their coats, got $64,000 on clothes, yo Wu-Wear jackets and hats, relaxin, bets play that Ping-pong champion cats, what? Chantin out Walk Myers Yo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz With $10,000 in flyers [Baby Thad] The squellin I'm for in the six range things Make the loyaliest cats, Flipmode do strange things Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers Stay phat in it [Chip Banks] Man, I can't stand them chicks, I dig for Vanson Play a brother close to Puff is Branson Ice work, gleamin I'm catchin them, glancin I play 'em no mon', 'bout to bar dance 'em White bitches with Banky like, "You handsome" Flyin to the hills, to fuck in the mansion Only one way you spendin the night in here tonight *singing* If your head is right [Raekwon] Dance turn into a romance Dance turn into a romance Get up, get down, move around, cover ground Throw it on the brother now, you swore I had your mother on the ground High rollers that know us Crisp pop, giftshop, hollas that rock Polo's Here they hold they shoulders, yo Lay it like a chain be on, we on Cream Team Play on, with all grey on, flavor like crayon [Hook 3X] Call of Duty[Hook: Akon] This is a renegade salute, yeah we on that And keep what we kill, yeah we on that We never fightin’ we just cock and go click clack Turn that ass ‘round, bring it all back Know you see me I know you see me I know you see me [Bridge: Akon] Everybody call me the top driver Run it down to the end of the drive line This is a callout, callout, callout Are you ready for the massacre? Somebody throwing down, down, down, down Sirens blaring, but they can’t help you now Sirens, can’t help you now [Verse 1: Raekwon] Murder by numbers in Monaco Me all fresh to death, big white thing go kinda slow Got my elites in the suites, my stones is roughed up Camouflage pants, my gold cheek When we go, yo, we go together Whatever is said, it’s still combat boots on the door Still get a million a week, got the lions in the yard Barbeque and breadsticks and chic Fly generals, international, rational raps Who kill like ten percent of these rats My team thumpin’ in the crunches We fucks with the hard, not anything else just hard [Hook: Akon] [Verse 2: Raekwon] Tiger claw scar on his neck, rockin’ links Mad Bull PTS riles and minks Soldiers and gorillas fall fast in the paint Protect the projects, intersections, and inks You still prove gooses are we mooses? Ears and eyes, mad jury on that blare like acoustics Kill, kill, kill, kill, yeah more, while she's dying to feel Soldier ceremony, we gon' go with horses Nobody dying tonight, cause I said so More gold chariots, fly back, we fly home Sit back blinded in the cabin, General Bang Hundred medals on his chest, neck and stab him [Hook + Bridge: Akon] [Outro: Akon] (Revolutionary) What is it like to be helpless? When you're laying there hungry, yeah Feel the pain and you're half dead Not a game, no contest And no matter how strong you are Thought that you could be You listen to me (hey) [Hook: Akon] For The Listeners[Hook] This for the listeners wit big businesses getting it, living overseas wit it Who get fly as a fuck roll up drop a hundred thousand like seed niggas All my jewelry is custom and it's live from the head to the V's nigga We gon' be getting it, we gon be getting it and getting it [Verse 1: Raekwon] Drug trafficker, bank book from Attica Mack slappa right in ya lab I put the apple on it Dipped in pajamas, to hold the llamas and anacondas Promotional cuts niggas with choppas On the Wu panoramic, elevator lab with a hammock Wrangler red, coke in cabinets Flex on the mayor, slinging in Disney on the lay-up Fresh new whites on you pay us Back to this emceeing, dipped in so many DMs Taking it back to baby BM's Meet me at the manor, where all my kniccas sit back and gamble Put your house up, buy you a Lambo And my lady she a winner, got a real knicca my agenda Cop u everything give you the VIN number Style more passion, flashin' a general, nasty, mixed with raw more and fashion [Hook] [Verse 2:Raekwon] Russian connect shower head flooded in baguettes Come live in my garage wit the steps Blue nosed pit, the stove cost a hunnid We trick, money we funny tax write piff Covers is Louie, pillows Chanel, flowing well Fish tank gazelle made me skip The honululu of france, maxing with my boo boo Between me and you in this rap im a guru Everything we buy is fly. From Fila to Dida Catch me overseas near the key-ahs/kiosk 3 6 to B.I's, tee on, Levis Tidal wave rap version me forty mirars This pussy ain't nothing, it's money we want Rolling a blunt, run down your honey wit a gun, yo Niggas to bitches to outside visitors With rap crack darts dedicated to the listeners [Hook] All Over Again[Intro: sample] Yes, I got you started, yes, I got you started All over again [Intro: Raekwon] Uh... yeah.. This is on some Can It Be/C.R.E.A.M. shit, right here, too Yeah, word up, take it there for these niggas, you know Word up? Yeah.. uh-huh, reminisce, nigga Word up, nice sunny day, rainy day Preferable for you and yours, let's blow, yo [Verse 1: Raekwon] Who would've thought I would've made it y'all Ten years later, still in the gid-ame, the Clan, we was one the greatest We did platinum back in '93, we painted pictures you could see We was living who ya'll tryin' to be RZA had a vision, instead of cookin coke in the kitchen He told the God, hit the booth and start spittin At first it was a dream to me, Ol' Earth buggin Put your gun down, screamin that the streets is gon' be needin me I did the Knowledge to the Wisdom that you spoke to me The Wu became us, the world enbraced us A new day, a new life for the God Got a hood thing, watchin' "Ice Water" evolve Destined to build a mountain, niggas is doubtin' my work Black millionaire, check what I'm worth I gotta thank y'all for takin in Lex, I appreciate it I apoligize for keepin y'all waitin [Interlude: sample (Raekwon)] Yes I got you started all over again Yes I got you started all over again (Word up... let's go back... finish up) [Verse 2: Raekwon] Growin' up, we've been through hard times Life on the streets, just tryin' survive Plus my niggas got mouths to feed We sold to crack fiends, coke, ice and money machines Shootin' at cops, them maggots tried to stop our C.R.E.A.M But it won't stop, can't stop, my niggas locked down in a box I feel your pain, I know you're tryin' to come home All that weak bullshit, I had to leave it alone Heard my mom's cryin' at night, we rap on the phone, I love you Never meant to stress you out, do you wrong, yo I'm workin Then move you from a block to a home We came from nothin', seein' how the world is so cold Some niggas comin' out of churches sellin' devil their soul, yo My neighborhood is crime central, sort of like prisons and cops One on lock, instead of tryin' to defend you All that bullshit we've been through, time to draw the line right here Got to stop now, time is the issue [Interlude: sample (Raekwon)] Yes I got you started all over again (One more jewel...) Yes I got you started all over again (One more... move... let's go, let's go) [Verse 3: Raekwon] It's time to rebuild, teach our seeds, that guns don't kill It's the nigga behind the trigger that will Society's ill, blacks support seeds for their mills Mentally brainwashed, time moves on, we stand still I seen life through the birth of my son, I seen it all again A soldier stuck in these streets, hopin' it's war within Too late to fall now, I'm on now Niggas is born now, we doin' good, we on tour now Elevate your prosperity, I'm seein' shit with clarity No longer on the low, pa, I couldn't handle thieves Too much to live for, I just wanna poly and grow Stack ones and watch my little dun's blow [Outro: sample] Yes I got you started all over again Yes I got you started all over again Yes I got you started all over again Yes I got you started all over again Fly Shawty Penelope[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, yeah, straight outta jail First time nailing me, realer than the obvious They never said it was gonna be easy Who can y'all put up with? The streets... why you coming at me like that, man? You payin' him? You taking care of me? What's the matter with you, man? See this the shit that make a nigga don't come over, man [Chorus 2X: Raekwon] Aiyo, fly shorty Penelope, fresh female chick Straight outta jail, first time mailing me, God Realer than the obvious, livelyness was on the line I mean like, the sweetest thing, most seen her kind [Raekwon] Bloomingdale patient, slick finance who got a Benz station Studying law, buying North Faces Tried by the police, yo, straight up and down I hold rollies, size six shaconies, daughter, might name her Water Son, might name him Rich Porter, style, Law & Order Copped them quarters, it's real, blowing out in Florida Displaying a game, frame, I'm adoring her Blasting music, I'mma lose it, shorty romance the music Just grind, don't dance to it, flexin' with a sun dress on Shorty refreshin', less you stressed, stop swarmin' on her Yellin', it's all made basic, taste it Anybody lace this here, you can blaze it Rinaldo stepped up, what, "Lex, you know I got it lined up" Bust ya gun from the side, what? Take this thought in mound, your frame might be a dime But the brain power might not shine Shorty had a good head once, rolling up blunts, damn She fucked up, got caught in the crunch Now, down go her lifestyle She on the FDR now, with a Audi J, bugging out Stop that drinking, you wild, project chick, yo Won't even tuck her chain, nigga, that's foul Got caught up in the number run, dunn I need to get my life back, son, share one Lex laid it out, but she stunt, enter and still smoke blunts Shit ain't real, she yelling "Fuck everyone" Yup, caught up in the midst, I mean glitz Went from doorags to rich, now he blue hat and switch I guess, the live way to rap it, shorty went backwards Now she stuck with a dirty Guess jacket Keep on, giving out the jewels wrong Who wrong? Who want? Who trynna-trynna act like you never knew wrong Now it's raining, now I'm maintining, gaining Probably gaming with positive aiming, long dane it Stepped in, jumped in the car, fuck God Put the Wisdom for Knowledge, you bond, whine too hard Shaking her ass, walking out to the garage, you large Fuck men, fuck who weighing nods Stopped, took a peak at the stars, the Zodiac, a fine Mars Or lose it for a chick behind bars Wash, waking up Lars, aiyo collect call Taj' Let's take a half a million in the cards Laying up, at the Laborage, say I need a massage Stressed, jumping out the Guess jumper, charged Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel I'm mailing this through ya stereo Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel I'm mailing this through ya stereo Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel I'm mailing this through ya stereo Intro (Fly International Luxurious Art)Woman: Passport please Raekwon: Figaro platinum shit, man Woman: Where are you traveling today? It seems you've run out of space on your passport. There's no place to stamp Raekwon: I'm a soul train, catch me on more clear jets, nigga Woman: Sir Raekwon: Versace shower sprinklers, nigga Woman: Excuse me, Mister Chef Raekwon: Suede walls, Bally sneakers from '86 Woman: Chef can you hear me? Raekwon: Brooks Brothers shit... Woman: You've run out of space on your passport Raekwon: ...London, nigga, Monte Carlo. The Caymans Woman: I'm sorry sir but we won't be able to allow you to fly to Abu Dhabi today Raekwon: Nigga we drink that mothafuckin' Dom Perignon Woman: It's been [?], sir Raekwon: Jeroboam, nigga, 1907 shipwreck, high chief, nigga Woman: Excuse me, you don't have any more room in your passport to stamp, sir Raekwon: Spike convertibles Woman: Excuse me, we have other people in line Raekwon: Fly International Luxurious Art Heated Nights[Produced by Frank G] [Verse 1] My life, day one when I was caught up in it young Benetton sweaters, Kangols and guns The candy shop is where it all popped Sellin' ounces of oregano, free lunch, the spot Thinkin' all better, can't wait to bag this block Cause when I get on, my ass is just rock Do a few 1-2s and shop I get whore who's runnin' through 5th Ave, a Glock I love Polo Gear and top A few Woolrich pieces, yeah the [?] was hot Dreams and schemes to make a knot I sat on the stove and wrote "C.R.E.A.M.," one blunt 2 o'clock Gangsta hours if I'm not I'm lyin', take a shot, I put it on my 40K rock Shorty with an educated bop With flavor for days, it's all praise, who amaze you a lot [Hook] x2 Front out of drug buildings under the street lights Guns go off, we keep pipes Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night [Verse 2] Ayo maxin' with the machine guns, new [?] Tryna stay away from the jail gangs and letters My time is now, bread box is startin' to pile Homegirl got no style but I'ma lace her Catch me in a Blazer with a P9 laser Drunk get 25 thousand a razor Meet me in the mess hall, you crazy, I'm out in Jamaica Breakin' up black weed, chillin' with gangstas Fuck around high, might die on vacation Better have respect in the right place like Mike Mason Everybody smooth when the cake flip Niggas start snitchin' on the team whe they say shit Get your face lit, it's so hard to make shit Can't sit around jealous niggas, that's gay shit That's why, yo I'm just around paid shit No Minute Maid shit, no son this ain't a slave ship [Hook] x2 Wu-Gambinos (Shaolin remix)Intro: And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million All right, you get what you want -- money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man Yo Starks come here, come here Sun Come here for a minute! Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man Niggas is greedy man, damn Big ass shits Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man Chill man Bobby Steels Somebody go to the store man Sup kid? Get that baking soda (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood claat bad bwoys) Chorus: Method Man Who come to get you? None. They want guns! I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down It's the two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues And the last one is death, back to the essence With that shit you stressing, this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle plus my style, Criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds This goes for niggas who know Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up Yo niggas act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas Suckin his dick, up in the whip long Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas Them niggas up in Height figures bitin niggas Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year One eight hundred gambino niggas yeah Meth: Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels Solid gold crown is shinin Solid gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with dim pones The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin It's a mileage resemblin niggas who like followin Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle Verse Four: Master Killer God steppin forth upon holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under 'Cause I strike, like thunder Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial Systems are fractured by the killa tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks my Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so Feel the force of impact from the iron side of The gat as I attack the track From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome Piece, deceased, laid to rest Chorus Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at, high velocity My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that came off with 8 million Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions Them flower heads must have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught wit all that loot kid That's jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies Cosa cosa, come on... Brother’s Keeper[Raekwon] I flip the bronze e, watching King Kong in the palm Smoke alotta cheeba, chilling, cuz it's all about marketing Hold the mic, I'm hogging it, handle the goose shit Word up, mixing the true shit, my niggas'll shoot shit Trees lean, we get it tight, we get fucked right We up in the telly, lighting up with the crack light My mind calculation, attract like I'm counting peso's Out in turban caco's with some fake ho's The bling swing, a many mansion, a break phantom Floating through the town on some old new improved shit Swerve coming through shit, vandals in coupe shit, yo Animal blue shit, my scramblers move with A kingley, getting blunted to nine hundred Floating through the town on some old -- Coming through the town on some old -- [Chorus: Nas (Raekwon)] Turn up the mics, (the world is mine The world is, the world is, the world is mine) Turn up the mics (yeah, the whole world is mine) [Nas] I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches Feed they nuts to pit bulls and plan more business Got sluts on leashes walkin on all fours Have 'em eatin from dog bowls pettin' they heads Cause they love playin that role they sexy in bed Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish death on the feds Cup spills with Grey Goose watchin snuff films Laughin with dykes that wear patent leather with spikes My cheddar is right, Miami beach playin it low St. Barts rent a house and a boat Two hundred thou' on my throat That's only half of what my wife ice cost Phonecall, hearin another boss got his life lost Well, wipin' sand off of my toes Read a book called "Catcher in the rye", I chose Some Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme To make me and Bump Knux more rich Then I got me a team, he got 'em a team He tryin to buy G-force with missile launchers Tired of walkin' around with beef, with that pistols on us C-4's better I'm callin up some B-More killers To come and bleed you As sure as the sun's in the sky you'll surely die You washed up, fuck your people Your money ain't as long as mine you dumb and you foul Who you tryin to squeeze all this fuck with Alzheimer's disease We the new breed, nigga, turn up the mics [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, you know where I'm from, I'm from Staten Island, man Word up, ya'll know it as Shaolin, I call it Staten Island, man Cuz niggas get they legs broke, when they try to front, man Fuck it, he rhyme? He talking shit, let's break his fingers, man Can't write no more, word up, we specialize in choking niggas Throwing niggas in cars, driving off and shit Open the door on your ass, you know how them Pontiac days went Be Happy (Freestyle)[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, yeah, just dropped that Lost Jewelry too, man Go get that bag over there, it's right over there Good, good, good - go ahead Get at it, got get it - you'd better get that Cool… Yeah, we good (you know we good) Yeah, I feel that right there, yeah, yeah, yeah (that's real, right there) Come on, Chef - milk this shit, man I'm right here, come on, man Yeah, ladies and gentlemen (ladies and gentlemen) Welcome to this… This that real, the real - let's go, man Ayo, ayo… [Verse 1: Raekwon] Liquor all in his… he ready to fuck somethin' Up in the Bentley truck rollin' a blunt, stuntin' The trainers right there is a G Had the neck game for free, sweats on, Rolex for me I like the sex… cause, give 'em jaw suggestions Drunk in a penthouse with drawers on, excellent Listenin' to Commodores, blue magic, holdin' a new clapper I shot the masseuse, who tappin' her? A whole lot of character, check out the big man Jewellery game hardheaded, check it in this land I got the seeds with me, plead with me Don't wanna catch no bodies, don't dis me, believe in me Up in the Ritz high as Hell Kicks cost twenty-seven hundred, them shits came with bells I'm more flash than the president So ether your favorite rapper - he can wear the suit while I black up At last meet the greatest, his clique Canadians Look around, yo, and keep debating, huh? Money bags, we rock the certified Word from the murder guys who don't fuck around but burglarize Tax bracket is ill, shout out thankfully I've got a fish tank that's spanky, thank for me Hundred floors up, the doors, it ain't no key Put your finger on the angle and blink to me Yeah, relay, he in concernt, holding' it down, sir That's Wu in the flesh, he a monster [Verse 2] How can I love somebody else If I can't love myself enough to know? When it's time, time to let go... Sing... [Hook] All I really want is to be happy And to find a love that's mine It would be so sweet All I really want is to be happy And to find a love that's mine It would be so sweet [Verse 3] I ask for the sign from the sweet Lord above I know the answer is in front of me But when you think you're in love You only see what you wanna see And all I see is me for you And you for me Oh I cannot hide the way I feel inside (No I don't know why) I don't know why but every day I wanna cry If I give you one more try To there rules, will you abide And if I mean anything to you Would it make everything all right? [Hook x2] [Bridge] I just wanna be so, so, happy But the answer lies in me I do believe that we can be happy I said I wanna be happy, yeah, yeah... [Verse 4] Life is too short to be tryin' to play some games Now take some time and think about If it's really worth losing me Why must it be this way? Why do you have to play with my mind? All the time... Help me sing it All I really want is for me to be happy Oh, just help me sing it All I really want is for me to be happy Yeah... All I really want is for me to be happy Oh, you know I wanna be happy, yeah, yeah [Outro] I don't wanna have to worry about nothin' no more Said I wanna be, said I wanna be, said I wanna be Said I wanna be, if it's alright with you I mean, it'll be alright with me Won't you help me sing? Just help me sing, yeah… Forecast[Intro] Turn me up (feel me like) let me get a feeling of who love me And who I love (that's what it's all about though) You understand? First you got to know how to move (the forecast calls for...) Then you got to know how to make moves (straight up) All y'all It's eternal (what?) (We getting on the ninety five?) Yea I like that word (Yo) we bringing it from here (don't drive too close to the ?heava? nigga) Understand? (Come on) let's go let's go let's go Yea that's right (right) What up? So what is it called? (you know what its called kid) Yo (how much I, how much I implement my thoughts to you?) [Verse 1] Yo, hey yo shout out New York, Philadelphia my sword talk Praises due, the block favors you New Jers with the guerillas with the most sexiest birds Vehicles and shit shout out your word Fox premier, my niggas in Connecticut yea Upstate, Albany got love here Rochester all the way down to stretcher You large, Long Island niggas definitely paint a picture Chicago peace, Maryland take cheese Baltimore lock it all down yo lets increase Boston stay flossing, my eye like Steve Austin Seeing how y'all bought Rae fortune Texas yo, how many Lexuses y'all goin' flow? Y'all niggas doing it is love yo Miami and North Carolina like family yea Spoil a nigga like kids with cotton candy Yo VA. all the money makers generate Shorty driving around still making ten a day L.A. yep it's real when they tell me Yep I know it's ill cause police tried to kill me N.O. and let's politic and make dido D.C. I hope y'all feel me when I ble-do ATL., Tennessee ring bells Out in Ohio bumping twenty inch wheels Yea San Francisco, Vegas, Illinois, Dallas Minneapolis cats rap with us Michigan yea Rollie Derm burn Phoenix, Sacramento really car, bitches on the air Portland, Buffalo, Toronto Stay Brolic in the Giants like the Denver Broncos Yo South Carolina bring the drama Still in all like the way she ball Yea, she yelling she my baby mama Japan coma London, Germany, China holla, Africa my brother Russia light a dutch up Indiana where they all throw scramblers and they cut ya' Jamaica yep Bahamas And we honor everything, homage, looking Guyanese in Ghana Detroit saying go head do your thing boy Puerto Rico come on through Raekwon my boy! Louisiana and Canada St. Louis, Florida you're on what? Candid Camera He like master in Nebraska Fleeing in white mink on god G-ing in Alaska Laid up Brazil play real Got like fifty K in a briefcase Rae'll chill What? You know the plan Laying up in Amsterdam Blowing nine grand betting a white man [Outro] Oooooo tell me it's me you want baby Got to tell me Why don't you tell me girl? Tell me its me you want baby... Ooooo..... Aaaaaaa.... Ha ha ha ha... Heart to Heart[Intro: Some NY Cats] Fuck that shit Raekwon Do that shit Fuck them niggas... Whats up playboy Nigga, you doing you're thing Nigga, go ahead [Chorus: Raekwon] Yeah, them fake duels Any real niggas baby make moves Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo Damn, them niggas stay frontin Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness But ain't sayin nuttin' [Raekwon] Yo, bagel material, contact Merial kid She sling cell weight, bust gun material Fast like splash and rice, stash your wife Curry chicken and bitches, crime on my right I'm marvelous extra large Threw y'all faggot niggas in the game And now y'all niggas ain't feelin ours Love is a message from my family Cream Team Incorporated, Wu-Tang Clan is what you plan to be Oh yeah, ladies in here, say yeah Do it like yeah, starvin niggas fake rocks in they ears Black down hat with the beak up, unique what You need to stop wilin, the fam won't speak up Toast, the most official niggas on post Yellin out "how ya nigga Ghost?" rich he supposed Now I'm just talkin this one Don't make me diss one paw Its all about enterprising and get rich son Steal a nigga yo, collect currency yo Could lock a bank up, IRS can suck dick straight up Had dosche, oil of olay, play nigga lay ??? a cheap shit, crush them niggas like clay Van Damme hammers, 2000 Jaguar, cameras The little shit, seeing what you're plan was Made y'all niggas go platinum I made y'all niggas flow happen Lets battle for cash captain Remember, the cold giant on the set Lying on your dick, play for real take it care of'ya ex That's right I'm hungry, this go out to y'all alumni Faggot niggas dead wrong Yeah, I'm player hatin, waitin The culture of this nation You lay Bay Boy since '88, stop leanin on me Turnin iceberg money into laundry Been taught a whole country This technician bash opponents Flow is like Ronin, the movie My gun blew your store up Allahu Akbar, translating peace to the god Lewis Rich slash signatures on the credit card Me, Bird, Binkie, Santana, bad with the hammer My dun power through a hundred grand up Words from the Martin Luther King version We burn versus then send 'em out FedEx, fast service [Chorus: Raekwon] Yeah, them fake duels Any real niggas baby make moves Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo Damn, them niggas stay frontin Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness But ain't sayin nuttin' Yeah, them fake duels Any real niggas baby make moves Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo Damn, them niggas stay frontin Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness But ain't sayin nuttin' [Verse 2] The tailor made king of New York Designer walk, Prince of Wales Hundred sales, stock broke and hotels Playa hyply, them niggas dislikin' me Challenge my style politely, that's like fightin whitey Here we go again lord, climb aboard Stevie Wonder award From here to UK, movin on your broad Speak through Ninex, go ahead and rhyme next dunn Runnin up on nine vets, minds rep, we run your projects All greenery on, see on lights, movin like Deion The eagle on plus scream on all y'all bitches The Blair Witch rich nigga vision, comprehension Listen, its called slang optimism Connect dots, niggas is large you can't see us Y'all select cops, screamin' niggas bars on your drops yo Damn, what the world became of A nigga buy a chain and he think he a thug Here drink a slug (*ppppsssshhhh*) Major niggas call it, y'all niggas is like a bar I'm the warwick pa, straight up assorted Yo, just a bark from the tree of life Niggas ain't eatin right Give 'em a taste and let 'em see the light [Chorus: Raekwon] Yeah, them fake duels Any real niggas baby make moves Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo Damn, them niggas stay frontin Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness But ain't sayin n- Yeah, them fake duels Any real niggas baby make moves Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo Damn, them niggas stay frontin Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness But ain't sayin nuttin' Yeah, them fake duels Any real niggas baby make moves Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo Damn, them niggas stay frontin Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness But ain't sayin nuttin'... Ain't sayin nothin Nasty ImmigrantsArtist: Raekwon the Chef f/ 12 O'Clock Album: The Nutty Professor Soundtrack Song: Nasty Immigrants Intro: Raekwon Yeah yeah, that's us Hit me hit me hit me, I ain't got nothin to do with none of that Besides, whatever Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah) 12 O'Clock, Gambinos Those crazy boneyard boys is back once again Verse One: 12 O'Clock It's nine-six I'ma bang you with some hits In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits A nine to five it's a job to survive F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die I want the whole f--kin pie save them slice for eighty-fives And besides, see I never had a million Got beefs that got millions and in buy-outs worth billions Knotty nigga with a plan platinum jam Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac? As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers I'm from fat My projects be the livest that it gets Watch me ---- back Tex and do murders in the backsteps I want that b---h with a Lex, a house out in New Mex She disrespect, she buys a Rolex 12 O'Clock sells you stock business Drive in Benzes, see my dog were tremendous In case I didn't mention I'm killin your whole startin team and all them n----z on the benches So please play your distance I'm givin a sentence that pull more pain than a dentist Most def, I'm professional Twenty G's a show, Germany to Tokyo Show me lies, suck my beach I got fans in Puerto Rico that love what I throw Chorus: Raekwon Introducing these nasty immigrants Who want to flinch, move on him he got bank like Merill/Lynch Styles recorded like a porcelain swordsman So let RaZAh rip across your face, you're frosting Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Push this s--t out like nine months Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid from n----z Lifestyle, like a knife in a child Mail the brick out, Israel, mistrial, blowin like fish scale Wu, dominate s--t majorly, flavorly Jubilant cats they keep pagin me Peace what's the signs ock? Fruit of life like the apricot Cocktails tossin em at cops on blocks Park Hillian, drug hillbillies made billions Get a gun, kidnap, eight nine Jimmyians Yo, he had about this amount in his Swiss account Gunnin this out we reminesces on this b---h's house Back in time, was a bad fiend Now I flex mad green get cream seven-fifty n----l gleam Say hi to chocolate t--i f----d lives Stop and analyze in eighty-five Hawaiian c--e flex three lives Caesar Halfmoon, pardon my scalp Buildin and breathin You front I'll leave your ass bleedin and sweetened Chorus Chorus 1/2 Chorus Worst Enemy[Hook: Liz Rodrigues] I'm wrapped up [?] trying to break free I'm my own worst enemy, me They'll never let me by though, cause I'm always tryna beat Beat my worst enemy, me [Verse 1: Raekwon] Ayo, a better platform for all to listen to me We out in DC deep, ain't got no sleep The ride bumpy, who jetted out the country to buy D Came back, [?] ain't nothin' sweet My dome is yellin', "Go home!" but I ain't through So many years in my career, it's a long route Thinkin' when [?] skinned his face on the plaster We was dusted back then, I smoked the last of it And jumped into the Acura, sleepin' at [?], what it do? Stew, beef, chicken, where my boo? Had a quarrel with a hood rockstar, I broke his arm off Cause he was pointin' his fingers at Ivanne's daughter What's next? Dreads want a piece of my spot This my crib, I pay here to live, fuck the pap [Hook] [Verse 2: Raekwon] Ridin' with the gun cocked, sweatin', musty tee on Black Timb Bs, 10, 10 degrees [?] Couple Ks, some had charms I'm strictly Eagles, few suedes on Next Friday I'm [?] I gotta kill this nigga's head He'll prolly do mine when nobody's there Cause the only way to score, leave no witness A thug on my shit list, pay him to slugs back The slickest and remember that I built two graves I wasn't stupid, I was ruthless Check the bazooka crew, they bookoos Broke the glass slammin' my rings down That's doofus, don't mess up, you got the longest clip, use it Yo you see 'em in the lobby, they right there Headshots only, kill him, he right there [Hook] My Favorite Dred[Song starts with conversation] Yo Come here you oven head Yo what's the word Dred upstairs Passing all packs escorted from Kinetta ear Yo the nigga's name unknown Kingston, had it sown Never rocked the combs His wig was big Rob robs on the side , little lucky charm Dred with jars , flooded graveyard Brown clarks on Playin feds in the shark bar (Allahu Akbar) With another dred named Gov Both diamond jimmed out Rockin rentals , spittin phlegm out Sucked his teeth , two fingers pointin down What up bonna , passing marijuana to Tanya CEO of Benny-Hanna , He fucked , sent her to Ghana He's Benz nigga , rocked shorts , beige Tims nigga he real Took us to Switzerland , dressed us all ill Smoking ganja , rocked Anacondas , on next border Elantra Sent it to his mama Now that's a major move , the nigga love family Wouldn't hand me no drugs , showed me his jammi Bulldog Stanley Flexin on kinal , sit down , do it Chinese style On graduation day he threw me a thous He came through , heavy like fuck , suit flammable Ill pair of gators he copped in Beirut Had his man wit him , just stare , don't stand wit him If assassination strike , he gotta make plans wit him Roll a joint , keep him on point ?Don Troing poing coin? Freaked it , members like that I wanna join The next day I heard he got knocked , fucked me all up We felt it on the block , let the seeds rock Peep what the nigga got rocked for Smuggling dust in Rushmore , four more he went to war for Moral of the storo ,conspiracy smacked mortals I'm outta here showin love like Zorro Planet of the Apes[Intro: Capone] I just had to say that right there Rae I just have to say you my nigga, understand? It don't get no realer than this, man Let's slow the fuck down You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man [Intro Hook: Polite] Ayo, ayo thug niggas know the code, lock and load Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode Yo from Y.O. to Q.B. they bang this shit Shaolin boys they bang them fifths Thug niggas know the code, lock and load Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode Yo from Y.O. to Q.B. they bang this shit Shaolin boys they bang them fifths [Intro continues overlapped by Intro Hook] Fuckin' cops ain't paid up nothin' Yo you know we shoot you down, man Ice Water Inc., yeah! Territory, nigga Millitainment, Y.O Yeah, yeah Yeah yeah eh yo [Verse 1: Capone] Ayo late night, candle light, fiend with a crackpipe It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane, right? I'm tryin' to get this money, right? So I move cautiously You more frauds, you see? I'mma live bossy Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth, B I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me (Q.B.) I'm destined for triple, left hand crook and the right hand fury Will block the shots, that's simple, I dented a tomb for style A toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codes Hammer smack a nigga out his five senses Leave him dumb, deaf and blind, I ride on rinses Interest so tight, strobe lights follow my grace Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em! I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin' [Hook: Polite] Ayo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up? We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up? Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up! Real niggas get up, live niggas, what up? We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up? Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up! [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] Ayo I'm a motherfuckin' Nigga Wit an Attitude Heavy gun play, cock back, niggas is screwed Stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya food Throwin' Purple Tape off for me to get in the mood Sheek Louch, who fuckin' wit' that kid? I'm sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight jacket White tee on, a light G. on These bitches you wife and the God try pee on I don't care if it's a gram or brick I'mma make it sell, get off my dick Pump or the Desert E., take your pick Money too long, the case won't stick D-Block niggas fuck with Rae Nigga act hard and get hit up in the middle of day Tough guys and all that but I know that you pay And I don't give a fuck, niggas better watch what they say [Hook: Polite] Ayo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up? We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up? Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up! Real niggas get up, live niggas, what up? We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up? Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up! [Verse 3: Raekwon] Body specialist, full cam F50 with vans A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams If you take niggas ears, niggas ain't really queers Listen, it's grown men in the town, niggas is their's Fluck niggas, I cut niggas, stuck niggas Come up, pluck niggas, pop niggas in chucks, it's business You in this? We non-shoulder style, son, relentless They four lettered me Chef, nigga get down Drop you, piss on you, get this, it's official on you Yo twist the clips hits, this was on you I'm just a business head ridin' with visual Don't force me to put out ya head One for the money, two for the crime round up Peep it, all major niggas holdin' they ground, get up Let's form an army millenia, Ice Water! From Q.B. to Y.O. with Shaolin, I'm feelin' you [Hook: Polite] Ayo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up? We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up? Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up! Real niggas get up, live niggas, what up? We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up? Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up! [Bridge: Raekwon] We gon' ride for our team My niggas'll kill you We gon' ride for our team My niggas'll kill you We gon' ride for our team My niggas'll kill you We gon' ride for our team My niggas'll kill you [Outro: Polite *over break*] For the team, nigga My niggas kill you, nigga Y'all niggas want war? Nigga pop up! Yeah ride for ya motherfuckin' team, nigga Death before dishonor, you heard me? The motherfuckin' Lex Diamond Story Y'all niggas better wake the fuck up! Yeah, Ice Water Inc., you heard me? D-Block, what up? Pain, time and glory, word, you heard? Yeah, yeah.. my niggas'll kill you, nigga! Bitch-ass niggas! Flawless Crowns[Intro: Raekwon] Uh... lay back.. word up, just bless 'em With the bulletproof... more cases for ya eyes... [Raekwon] Flawless crowns, sevens, bags of black We kill industry niggas and build maps High powered money, blimps with emblems Pimps, all of my hoes'll spray you under the tints Yeah, car shows with cases, writing niggas out in the Beacon Down in the antics, Lex, you should take it Wide world of sniffers, spiroglyphics, caesers and blue eagles I'mma make my music the business And now for the record, I'm on niggas, go head, ditech it I'mma leave you left, freezing and naked Silverback gorillas, taught to bite tongues out faces Fleeing in clubs, fly in something silver Catch me with the Germans, hard body dealing with hard white Dominican complexion with some hard ice Can't nothing rock me, I'm legendary [Outro: Raekwon] What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what It's on you bitch... word up... Back to that ice rocking shit The muthafuckin' good sneakers on With the persian muthafuckin' scarfs hanging on Catch me flying in that muthafuckin' XO It's on, with the shit on the other side The steering wheel on the other side, my nigga You know what it is, it's going down Cuban Linx man, Part 2, The Purple Tape It's on, thoro, do it... Flawless[Intro] Ever since I was 13, my biggest problem has been just to find the right road to get to that rainbow that everybody talks about Like most people get close enough to count the stripes But they don't have enough guts to reach out and take that pot of gold What up my dude, you know Going through a lot and all that man That's why you be strong, you know what I'm saying Feel great boy (Staten Island over yeah) It's going now ([?]) Holla at the kid (Let's go chef) [Verse 1] I'm flawless, the gowns that I rock is cashmere Then roam through the lab with the hammer and black Airs Thinking 'bout plans that's real, laying the bill Drop a new classic album, my masters will Enlighten your mind, I'm writing on times When the youth reach real situations and they thoughts are blind You know when I float a moment is fine, glass of wine New elegance, the greeze just pass through the mind again What happened, rap made it happen, back when Two turn tables and a needle, action We all huddled up, that's it, classic shit Only our kind adapt to shit Start rapping 'bout cracks and Pimps, cash to get Call it C.R.E.A.M. now, no grind don't ask for shit We bastard thick, pass the spliff [Outro] Name of this piece is called "my bitch better have my money" (applause) My bitch better have my money, through rain, sleet or snow My ho better have my money Not half, not some, but all my chash Because if she don't, I'mma put my foot in her ass Wu Crime[Verse 1: GZA] Yo, there's a rumor that an inmate heard Salesman hiring, a convict of murder Bodyguard, he used to use physical fitness His business, catching and terrifying the witness In the gym is where he gained his powers Boss was the pizzeria owner that rolled flour A made man, it felt good to be made Turned murderer, extremely quick to upgrade But he still baked pies and his cake would rise Like his enemy, he watched to take dives Allies would retaliate, at least even the score Had a thousand guns they would calibrate He sort a loss, if devil crossed Moved on 'em swiftly, if worlds away set the shuttle off Horror in the ville without the Amity Scars upon the grill of your friend's family Workers utilized then brutalized Performance scrutinized then crucified Wakes, fire bombs, function's shot up The jakes was not alarmed, but damned is the product [Verse 2: Raekwon] Shooters mans, grizzlies stands up in the GT Klansman with the sword that'll blow up a van When the people's come, blow right past Mind your business, I don't know nothin' They found his ho in the trash Barbecue wings, blings for my niggas that's true kings Sit up in the crib, catch somethin' and screw fiends, yeah Watchin' me, next time scotch me I drink Cristal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler On wax, no 'dacks just water A du-rag on, I scratch waves sayin' niggas is trash Yo, learn how to write, beware I pull up, he here I should've known I had a clone, see weird niggas'll get irked Murked, dropped off in a new turf Trunk full of Siamese rats and gnats yo I do it for the cats and pits and all the bitches with big tits Five hundred shoe game switch Shake that shake, I bake I live in the state that kill niggas over grits and steak You might get smacked with a Mac 11 Or run off the road or shot in McDonalds for frontin' with fake niggas [Verse 3: Killah Priest] Ay yo, Saladin vivid Wall Street sixteen Muslims, kufis, uzis, the Wu is supreme Ferociously I rank general a world's above self Conspicuous crime make me grab the nine off the shelf The dark hallways amazingly convenient The phoenix with Jane, jugglin' cracks or playin' with ninas Thug law of the streets, gangsters crave the beef to feast Fiends with plates, a snake wanna eat Gaze at the spectacular rapper, niggas is Dracula Rap tours, Priest the hood ambassador Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never worry me Plots to my death, mic jack conspiracy Lyrically, I'm only afraid of my own ability Words that shape into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls Bringing down the mall, I ring around the store Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our face Hammers on our waist, cameras out in space The nickel plate, fake armor, will harm ya'll snakes State of Grace (Remix)[Busta Rhymes] Wherever you want it, believe I'm running through there hard Dismantle your cypher, yo, Rae, happy new year God! Foul and fucked up, niggas know I spit ugly Jewelry trucked up, niggas know they can't fuck with me If you my target, you probably wouldn't wanna be 'em My legacy royal with statues in a museum With numerous artifacts, hanging in the mosoleum Type living room setting is bigger than the land of freedom I'm parked on the corner, while pretty bitches holla "hello" I'm another breed, different species from you fellows Technically, it's kinetic, I'm genetically better I'm something you will never see, far as you can remember My buzz exceding rapidly, no matter how it's measured Like an unstoppable machine in the Mohabi Desert So hungry I smell it, success up in my after taste Still spit til it's painful, despite the money in the safe I see you resentful, stay up in your place And while they be morning your death, we in a State of Grace Designing, I'm perfect with timing, take it back to Rucker RZA, it's hard to stop rhyming on this muthafucka! Stay on the poster, the street, we never sleeping on him New album, Big Bang, slowly creepin' on 'em Wu-Tang, Flipmode, fuck you wanna do? Another banger, Chef, RZA, Bust', Cuban Link 2! [Raekwon] CREAM vanquish, my queen keeps it's stainless Cracks and Brussels, screwing everything famous Love to hustle, my ring, call it big Uranus Cats that scuffle, crawl on you and break fingers That's what's up, you saw me and them Lone Rangers Me and my homey, we bought like forty things up Long as you owe me, you won't get a damn thing, son Shoot off your kangol, while you in the plane, fronting Stop, admirin' me, ya'll should of fired me Cuz when I come back, it's me and my diary None of that bullshit, few men got tired of me My niggas is wrong, they hated, and they lied to me Explain the saga, fuck yo, your chain liver Fuck the blinging, have my money by five, to me Ya'll 'pose to bring it, fuck you and your whole variety I'm bringing my hammers, I beat it like, five to three [Chorus: Raekwon] Jealous ass niggas can't see they man prosper They'd rather see me in a broke down fuckin' Mazda Don't disrespect me, son, you will get popped up My resume's off the hook, now, check mi casa Yeah, call it, what you wanna call it My bread is larger, nigga, you can never spoil it Thought you was loyal, now a nigga can't support you Blastin' you up, and off me, now you look rewarded [Raekwon] What's that smell? Rat piss and possum pussy Bitch don't yell, I'm not impressed, don't push me I'm back with some haters, they wipe shit and blast pussies up Bloody ya blazer, take all your man cush weed Yeah, I'm coming just to claim a title Rap is boring, niggas need another idol When I'm gone, just let off like forty rifles Aiming at rappers, biting off the God's bible I destroy you, lyrically, I spit oil This is war, you can never escape, conio Ya'll some lamesters, never seen a yard soiled When it's on, now we gon' see who's loyal Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, yo, we get it from you Place that crown in the garbage, or you sitting on A few things mattered, you was just a corner don That got shot dead like Malcolm in the Audubon [Chorus] Robbery[Intro: Polite (P.C.)] {*whispering*} Eh yo.. eh yo {*speaking normally*} Ice Water (yeah yeah) Don't get it twisted We'll shoot yo' ass, nigga Haha (P.C., nigga, P.C.) Y'all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live [Verse 1: Stumic] Yo it's a new year, bitch, and I'm takin' over My whole crew here, bitch, and the game is over Niggas, talkin' faces, soldier If rap don't work, get back to that bakin' soda On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than Oprah I got clips that'll leave you with ya face on a poster I talk slick and I'm sprayin' the toaster Sparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off shit the way I'm supposed to You the type to go up North straight scrappin' a sore butt And ain't nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up You got work? I'll be rapin' ya dolja I'm takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw up Cuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm waitin' to blow up I'll take cash on ya mom's and turn her frame into donuts [Verse 2: P.C.] Yo.. yo.. yo Eh yo I'm blazin' hot, never haze or flop Wanna battle? Name ya price, I'mma raise the pot Put ya car on the line, I'mma take ya drop Put ya jewels up, I'mma take ya chain and watch It's like I hard ball and you, play soft Just call me the Hitler when I spit about eight off (Adolf) Shots'll rip ya face off, nigga ya heard me? Beat you black and blue like a Hitman jersey P.C. never been known to play games I spray things that'll re-arrange ya brain I cock and aim, miss you then pop ya dame Only reason that I came through's to lock the game [Chorus: Polite] Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to? Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? {*barking*} You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh? Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to? Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? {*barking*} You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh? [Verse 3: Cigars] Y'all niggas see me eatin' all of ya plate Don't give a fuck about ya background shit about the songs you make And I know you see the draw on the waist Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face They call me Alexander Sean the Great Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake I need this bank money, throw me the safe All these killas involved, the cops'll fuck around and chalk the place Yo they wonder why we hang with crooks Shit is take free, not used to money off the books Broke faggot nigga caught in a juks I'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook [Verse 4: Polite] What the fuck you gon' do when we run in ya crib? Either we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kids And they only got hours to live So give up the ransom or find they ass up under the bridge 'Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' niggas Cuz I'll rob yo' ass faster than some Brooklyn niggas Yo this rap game twisted, everybody beefin Everybody killas now and ain't nobody leakin Smoke a lot of weed so I don't like to fight But I might go upside ya fuckin' head with a pipe Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite Give a fuck about a hood, it ain't safe at night You fucker! [Chorus] [Outro: Polite (Stumic)] I'm tellin' you, man Young motherfuckers, man Y'all niggas is really fuckin' pissin' me off Who you gon' run to? Who you gon' fuckin' call when I put this motherfuckin Fo'-fo' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy? Haha (Shot in yo' face) Who the fuck you gon' call? (Call the cops) Uh-uh, uh-uh Hold You Down[Intro] Yo, yeah so you know, word Them niggas got the shoes up in there son Na na, hold on, who that over there? [Hook: Faith Evans] Baby I can bring the heat when it's cold outside The one you need, baby ride or die Anything that you can imagine I can make it happen, only one to hold you down A good man deserves a good woman A good woman that'll treat you right I'm the one to hold you down [Verse 1: Raekwon] Ay yo, come here young lady with the skin of a baby Who dress like a Wall Street woman, you ? I know your family, they my people for life Had a beef behind the wall, one of your cousins, he threw me a knife But that's yesteryears, life is intact Been battin', quit rappin' But I'm just reactin', your body packin' I know not to ask a woman's age, but it's crazy these days No time for slipups, the industry is crazy Bloodhounds chasin' these girls Girls chasin' these birds, they say whips we see curves But I need one with knowledge and self And whole word, say word Yo hop inside the Aston, put your feet on the fur Let's talk, put the Birkin in the back by the door Don't put it on the floor, it's bad luck so don't fold You've got a strong aura I'm digging this snow ? I want a boo who gon' give me the business hittin' Guinness with me [Hook] [Verse 2: Raekwon] Take the keys to the lab, put your ? in the ? Don't worry 'bout paper, that's afterlife's chapter We good Nautilus[Hook] Murder you (Check your 30) Murder you (Check your 30) Murder you (Check your 30) Bring the head, leave the body [Verse 1] So much bread in a nigga's shoebox I might dead you and sleep in new lots I drop a bag on one of you crab-ass nigga's so fast I send two boxes out Yeah, bring the head, leave the body Leave his trainers in a nigga lobby Take the fake chains off, send it to his colleagues Laugh in his shit, pissin up crystal molly's I rep drug dealers, hug killers I ran with most of them Half is in the ocean, nigga So much gear, go get Oprah, nigga So what my bitch a Oprah nigga, yo Yeah, what color ice is all green, karma Magazines stacked, black bomber Been all through the world gettin' homage Diss mines'? We gon' have a big problem [Hook] [Verse 2] If you wanna hit me, you couldn't Bullet range, door wooden Hop out, y'all nigga's is pudding Why try to leave, the federation This is all legislation Will kill you right in front of your seed Catch me in the trips Over the stove, giving you tips I'm fresh outta court, nigga, you hit Four's on my wrist, it's business Keeping em close Like folding ya arms Don't go against this The worldwide brawlers, the legends of sevens Yo, them the real shot callers Who stay in the home always Ballin' at 4 in the mornin' Yo we all in, teach you how to score kin My killers, all of us we all winning Fresh designer shit, snatchin' papes We on different scales, different weights You just monkey nigga's, meet the apes Strictly business, gorillas in 50 states [Hook] Pa-Blow Escablow[Verse 1: Raekwon (Polite)] Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga Money was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand Picture me in the housing, serving much crack Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field For real, I shot niggas shakin' their hands, I'm ill Damn, one of them business man's I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time That's fam.. (oh shit) [Verse 1 repeated: Raekwon] Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga Money was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand Picture me in the housing, serving much crack Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field For real, I shot niggas shakin' their hands, I'm ill Damn, one of them business man's I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time That's fam, one of those Columbians who got money One of those niggas might try to get up on me Yo, damn, I need to eat, and I'm a man I'm a stand up, nigga, I'mma handle when I'm makin' my plan Pop, I'll take two hundred bricks, hit me One helicopter had the super bungalo with the van All ill technology to watch if I ran, he only gave me Woody gave sixty eight other black mans [Interlude: Polite] Now.. if Pa-Blow would've kept it gangsta None of this shit would've never happened [Verse 2: Raekwon] Now the DEA was on his ass Slick Saucony's on, big homey takin' a blast or somethin' Handsome big niggas around him Surroundin' him with big glasses on, drinkin' on lances, fam Most them niggas fastin' Cuz when he fed niggas after that, pussy and grass Had made backs, eight labs, his date was Miss Mass- Achusetts, Cap eatin' fruit, tongue in his ass You can't fuck with the cartel, you barked at it Jabbed her and shot her in the back, I can't stand the bird Word to furs, I need big wizes He looked at me, "Huh, exactly, Chef go after big bitches" Frozen burner henchman, flash the great Lookin' nine on me, rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stones Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, don't trust nothin' I'm in shock, starin' it down [Interlude: Polite] Now.. here's where this shit gets crazy! [Verse 3: Raekwon] The killas increase, he fell, but Maybe a little bit, the Mediene Cartel will fail Diego his horse, with George Young Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin' Cuba with lumps, yeah Call them niggas drug barons, eighty billion workers sniff Gettin' lift ownin' Miami yo Flips got bigger, makin' more trails Set it out of nowhere when coppin' a jail, I'm eatin' fresh veal Pa-Blow, the largest nigga involved The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders Livin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a Bianca Took two hundred niggas down but two men houndin' him The fuckin' cockroches posin' the on six million dollars sold We're eatin' enchilada, goat cheese pasta Yeah we're drippin' it with more salsa And then they rushed in, found him on the roof dead in his boxers But it wasn't him [Outro: Polite] Story to be continued... mothafucka! Hahahahaha Live to Die[Verse 1] Ayo gas station Sammy, rich nigga live in Miami They killed him and lived with his family He was drunk spazzin' on a young nigga with cash They did the best to him, whooped his ass Bloody out, his ear was ripped, they know he loved his music They poked him twice, his gear was ripped Ninja style, niggas whipped him with a Benz belt, broke his arm Crushed his Audemars with whelps On his face, they was slappin' him, fake ass rapper Old ass gun, pussy get Tinactin Medicine face, nigga, they opened his mouth A few gold fell out, wheel him out He thinkin' he a gangsta? Quit playin', listenin' to Sid and them Because he sat up in bed to bid with 'em Fishcakes, bubblegum shrimps in his Timbs He had 12 and a half on, only wore 10 Niggas is lame, and I'm sayin' All that hard, no damn frame, how you playin'? Thought you bubble with the big Willies, flyin' in fast cars And get busy, now he sittin' there lookin' dizzy Don't look at Chef, nigga look at your rep What dinosaur game you playin'? They playin' death Tax man comin', you can feel it Besides, hold the ratchets in both arms They gave it to him, peel it [Hook] x2 Kill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings We don't know no other way, just get millions Pyrex kings and the cartels, connect in Scarsdale, put your money up and [?] [Verse 2] Indian Femi from Toronto Him and his horse, [?], two wild sopranos Runnin' through ice, and niggas fall back They bumped in the crunch, [?] Used to wash them niggas up for chump change Somethin' was strange, feds was listenin', ran out of the gun range Son I feel vibes, not knowin' this was the time To get away, but they rolled on alive Black freeze out of the bushes, [?] Big three pound, four of them were beams When they rushed him they cuffed him, we cussed them Yo what the fuck? You doin' life, lil' nigga, who the sucker, what? Black was mad, he went for the cop's mag They started [?], the shot rang, that's bad Black fellow was [?], like 33 Ds Let off 100 shots, went mad [Hook] x2 Rakim Tribute[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, what, what, yeah Shout out *The 18th Letter*, you know? Word up... we gon' do it like this And pay homage to the most livest Yeah.. yo... [Raekwon] I ain't no joke, I used to let the mic smoke Now I slam it when I'm done, give me my ten G coat To perform another song, cuz I won't let Nobody press up and mess up, the scene I wet I like to stand in the crowd, and watch niggas wonder Damn, then think about, then you wonder Clan, they just rag shit, rip shit, bruise shit Maybe that's the rap shit, I gotta prove shit Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm Now flip the beat up, convert it to a hip hop joint Write a rhyme and graffiti in, every show you see me in Deep concentration, swift like the beamer, kid Go with the crowd, while my lyrics spit flames I flow-tate the vowel, cuz it's all in my veins Another remedy, fly niggas is enemy Cuz I'm live as some rap niggas with energy Now do it, cuz I'mma put the nine on pause My sharks beaming, catch you on the side of the store Call your bluff, make you stare in my face, ya team suck Remember me? The one you got your ideas from How soon you start to suffer, until you get stuck up When you start to fuck up, that's when you get bucked up Bitin me, you think you dope, I smash your boat, with bad coke You should of wrote, because I ain't no joke [Hook 2X: Ultra] It's been a long time, I shouldn't have let you Without a re-up to connect to Think of all the weak product you slept through Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you [Raekwon] I was a fiend, before I was seventeen I melt the microphone like blowing some evergreen It's all in the making, from where hip hop was originated Peace to the streets, the bubblers, mark & dated Cuz I grab the mic, now I say "yes ya'll" Ya'll yell 'scrape it', then I'mma say 'let's ball' Come on, cool, cuz I'mma get on rep Twist a 'dro on the speaker, pull the snub and then flex Back to them crabs, ya'll niggas had ya'll laughs And then I spaz on the rhymes I splashed From back to your brother gun, then I grab the double pump Then this the opposite, and ask if another come Cuz I'mma get busy, get dough with my team, yup I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean? I'm raging, rip up the stage and don't it amazing Cuz every line is laid in Caught up, thoughts are sort a, an addiction Bags of pies, smell of bricks, kid Vocals vocabulary, the stage is a suction The mic is a draino, volcanos erupting Lines overblowing, gradually glowing Every thing is written in the cold, slick & coin' Slide.. my thoughts'll glide Forty-eight MAC's and knives The invincible, microphone fiend, Raekwon Spread the word, cuz it's on B-E-R-E-A-L, a smooth operator with notorious crack sales Range Rover[Intro: Raekwon] I don't want it, I don't want it Never getting off my grind, cause I Love you.. [Raekwon] They call him Mr. Staten Island, gats, New Balance is coming through Hood hikers smoking them woods, alotta pull lightning Neck, finger icey, peel out of rent, niggas do them good heistes Halibit fishes, with different colored rices All my niggas, behind pots, sturring, blocks we serving Two for five, slide in the building, heard me? White fishscale, take a whiff, shit's real Don't ever approach with no whitey's and big bills The fuck doctor, I only truck jewelry on gold locking Most of my money is grounded and gwop it For every gate caking, we gon' collect the model Respect it, or get your hand chopped off, drowned in Moet The places I've been, seen alotta faces on the move Pacing Yankee hats low, what up Allah, stay gracious Applying refinement, stretched lands, grams in the SoHo Grand Where I blaze pussies and purple hazes Sippin' saki, BET'in it, dick Rocky, Bruce Wayne frame Froms the creator of Versace, yo Everybody lit, money to split, on birthday's We call 'em earth days, buy that nigga a whip So when the D's pull up, we fully equipped Checkbook credit card, license fifth, my wife just flipped Puerto Ric' ass, with skinny TV's, cheese in the ceiling fan Mister Money from all the flips Came Up[Hook] We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up I come from under the bottom nigga I came up So many niggas surround me, wanna flame somethin' I'm like cool out, no money here, change up We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up I come from under the bottom nigga we came up So many niggas surround me, wanna flame somethin' I'm like cool out, no money here, change up [Verse 1] Little leather niggas get it I come from the back door with 40 lil live niggas with me All on mollys, it's nothing Fresh niggas they up Some in the mailroom in the club lighting blunts up Walk through new jury, clothes is silks only Besides galllons of milk with big bills on me True the jewels is fluorescent They used to light niggas who got all they shines out stretchin' Do you in the dark, whatever come out the light Better be bread, or weed, or gold tonight Get to schemin' shoot the shit up with real niggas in here They all mine as long as they know the night Yeah that's the shit I don't like Shawty gave me dome hype Grab her facemask, don't bite I'm in my mansion in the zone writin' I'm known for throwin' lightnin' I stand alone yo, one titan [Hook] [Verse 2] Post the seven in the rain Come through with seven chains They call me legend out in Maine Known for tiltin' niggas wigs Don't kill the kids for not knowin' where real rap remains Treacherous MC, react like Jack Dempsey Yeah the Billboard whorin' up MC Fly as ever, one level, one rebel Who cool out in the Cayamans with thugs, crews, and gangs Yeah I rap for the merrier Dance my ass off, paper chasin' Captain, America Fly high , live as a drive-by Team of live wires who catch you outside we fire liars Yeah them blow kids live on the gold kids Never go broke, grab a tote to smoke nigs Killas know to call me to go For murderous rap music that get inside your head it's dope [Hook] Wyld in Da Club[Intro: P.C.] Don't take it per-son-al.. it's only mu-sic Holla at me.. yo! Yo! Ice Water! Yo.. yo [P.C.] Try me, P.C.'ll put a clip in a nigga Fuck a hole, my bullets'll dig a ditch in a nigga Listen, I've been reppin', only pack big weapons One shot to the stomach, you missin' ya midsection I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya balls Stick his ass to the rooftop, toss 'em off Hit the Ave with the rooftop off the porch I get money cuz it costs to floss, nigga you feelin' me? And if not then fuck what you gotta deal with me I've only been here for a minute but haters wanna get rid of me P.C. creep with at least three heats And a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats [Stumic] Niggas actin' like you don't feel a draft You seen ya man? Tell him I'mma kill his ass And I don't, wanna talk I want a mill in cash I come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill in the past Cuz it's the, Ice Water, don't get it confused And one false move'll cause me to spit at you dudes It's Stumic, motherfucker and I'm pickin' ya food And ain't no one out you know that my niggas'll do you Let's spit on 'em, rush these niggas And crush several fuckin', will leave a dent out ya liver Only kid in the hood with a mustard ninja Heard you broke down good, well I fucked ya sister [Hook 2X: Stumic] Eh yo we Wyld in Da Club, style in the club This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug [Break: Polite singing] Yo I keep my gun on me, what the fuck y'all want from me? Y'all touch my property somebody gon' die, uh-huh This ain't no joke, it's for real My niggas they totin' they steel All it takes a phone call and they ready to ride Get ready to die [Polite] Eh yo the cards are dealt, the words are spoken Nigga, welcome to the Hell, the gates is open (uh-huh) Gatekeeper, first degree murder through the speaker Who deep enough to flow with the reaper? Stuck in the middle, I spit a little riddle Leavin' niggas crippled, my niggas ball 'em like Kerry Kittles You niggas makin' it hard, it's really kinda simple If a nigga gotta pull it out I'm puttin' it in ya temple [Ultra] Official I do this, rude maneuver I use the Rugers to keep the bullets movin' through ya Weak anatomy, fuck the small talk and flattery Ya power is weak, to beef you need much more batteries Keep it genetic, or dead it, Ice Water Inc. we said it Whoever so-called did it or said it, promote it and spread it Fake it or front it, get ambushed and confronted With slugs in ya head, back, chest and stomach Niggas don't want it or ask for it, so we give it to 'em Dead in the club and let them things spit and rip through 'em dead in the club Is you gon' fuck around and be the nigga dead in the club? (Yeah? Uh-huh..) [Hook 2X] [Raekwon] Egyptian look, gazelles on, L's lit, this how it's goin' down Ski mask, Chanel shit, move like a terrorist click Nineteen eighties babies, worldwide, ya girl on our dick All you know is Rae look good, he hood Envision the flips, I make money like them niggas who take money Fresh out the can, Duran look, Astro van The ill Castro, rap Son of Sam More Rugers, more bow and arrows Still no losers, forty five dollars ahead Go at niggas shootin' lyrical leads Stop absorbin, break shit, knock that gay shit out ya head [Hook 2X] Bang OutroI got what you need And I got what you want And you don't have to look no more no Cause baby Cause baby you was all mine And I'm gonna be all yours baby See the moments in the night And all the little things that you like It starts right here, it starts right here Hehe Most of these dudes can't be real men nowadays All of them (?) I ain't with that baby I'm always let my nuts hang This is how them real G's Always do their damn thing Ooooh yah I let my wings go I let my wings go girl So it means a G like me might really fly High, yes I do baby I'm out here hustling Bubbling, jugging This this, dig that (Hahaha) (Let's go) Respect Power[Intro: Raekwon] What's up Big Chris? Goin to the store to get the papers. *echoes* Got ya, a little love on this one here Huh! *laughs* Word on. Word on [Hook 1: Raekwon] Commerical rap niggas get they domes smacked outta We tired of these earthlings acting like they cowards When you fuck up, we gettin down for ours Coast 5 million niggas, sky 'em like twin towers [Raekwon] Hennessey, dick kisser Slang lord, verbal pain commissioner Light fire to names, dame sizzler Multi, 40 karat bow tie N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style With loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em Rock rocks, delight exchange like stocks Bars made like Comstock, dead man's Glock Holdin name down, spit a 100 in change now Range spin out, damn check The Weather Channel Throw the Gilligan on, just strain now, smack lames down Fuckin with checks, throw the ringer on and blink out Link out, how the fuck this money come up short? What? You sniffed a half a quart? Dart designer, emblem blow, seat recliner, rewind Black caught an old timer, gold miner Spread love to golden glove, foamed up Blood, hibernatin with snubs, never rock Lugz Chill, run tracks like Harriette Tub' Bugs, spit cum all in ya girlfriend's mug Motion picture novel, Donna giones' third brother What? Bout to buy estate floodin with clubs Wrapper around me, what's in my lap could seem astoundin Broke, but with no hands gone, sleep but soundly It's cold water, rotti tried to drown me You and ya boys surround me Meet the sleeper, static-free Downy Slang, wildin up, the nigga found me Sick gowns, rock a sick gown, 4-5th brown Ready to pop shit now The Earth spinnin like a windmill Workin ya swords, get ya link down Hit down, cavalry ain't shit now Valerie, number one asian, ancient from the pink cows Now we know how the fuck you think now Take off a nugget ring and think how Bullet tank out [Hook 2: Raekwon] Commerical rap niggas get they domes smacked outta We tired of these earthlings acting like they cowards When you fuck up, we gettin down for ours Coast 5 million niggas, sky like twin towers Cowards, you gonna learn to respect power We burn by the hour, one burst the remmy got us [Raekwon] Crank shit, Shawshank Redemption scholar Roll up, based on dollars, baseball hat, big collar Chill, watch everybody crowd us, we bout it bouters Rockwilders, rockin swim towelers Burst the 45 power, skate across the Isenhower Kangol, 50 iguana, nugget trimmed, ice down iguana Split it in half, holdin my anaconda Black Marizana, true Don daughter, hide-out Stashed in Ghana, guns about the size of ya mama, select drama Trauma rap, birds fall asleep, Ghana Caeser czar, come out ya rap par' Fiddle with y'all car [Hook 2] [Outro: Raekwon] Once burst the remmy out us... Once burst the remmy out us... Cocaine World[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, son, see the police over there Hey Kendrick! (Hey Fred) Would you mind, and telling them meet me by the car Call another station and tell them to send a couple more of cars I got Jerry, I got you... One of them got a dick in they mouth Hood is fucking crazy I see about forty dollars on the floor... I know somebody know something man Fucking pricks be standing around and don't be acting Like you don't know, tell us what's going on Get the fuck outta here... [Raekwon] Yo, aiyo, couldn't believe what happened to Steve They found him in the grass, butt ass naked, tied up, it's freezing The D's knew, flew him to the south, had 'em in the barn Arm all shredded out, vex, forget about it His lady, Baby Blue Eye, she kept a mack in the refrigerator Yelling how she hate me with eyes, when they bumped her Found a Louis bag in the dumpster New blue uzi that ripped her fronts up She leaning, I start dreaming, damn Niggas shot shorty in the mouth, then slid in the Lamborghini Eight days later, they weight her, found heroin All in the bitch arm, trick from decarter Her girl durell nails, nigga, that's who you could say tell Anything and everything, the nigga's in the jail, yo For Filas, she need, need, come to, to cry This a live bitch from the east, fronting since junior high But let's continue to peep it, Steve, the nigga been through Mad situations, since he crashed his Benz station All the FBI and 'em, hide 'em Waiting for the right time to blow a nine, right through a spine The grind was getting serious, the coke scarce Only niggas who live can get it, if they gun game fierce I was in the cut lamping, yeah, watching how it went down I'm fronting, knowing this is not my town, that's wild [Outro: Raekwon] Aiyo, Chef, when that Cuban 2 coming out Yo, man.. it's coming out when I want it come out, man Ya'll niggas just sit back and get ready for it, man Cuz it's some real motion picture shit, knowhatimsaying? Straight up, the date is the date It's coming when I tell it to come So all ya'll niggas that want to know Yeah, we going into a very serious Chamber right now It's the Cocaine World, I'mma do my numbers It's all real nigga, this is not slavery Not over here, aight? So you just walk down the block, man And go to church or something, man, knowhatimsaying? Cuz when I come with this flame, nigga All lights is out, for everything, man Trust me, I know ya'll niggas need me Hahaha.. ya'll niggas gon' need me When I come through, I spit in niggas hands Youknowhatimsaying? Straight up, stepping on ya sneakers Fucking puppets... ya'll niggas is slave workers, man Watch what we do, you know? If you need to get some of this, you know You can shoot over to 225 Hudson Or you can meet me in Africa I just bought a crib out there, you heard? Nice little hut, luxury hut, nigga Muthafucking bed made of hay, nigga Tied up with gold yarn... ya'll niggas is soft, man For real, man, New York I'm throwing ya'll niggas on my back Remember what I said... Shells Kitchen[Intro] TWhy you did it, you heard Yeah, uh huh, ayo, ayo [Verse] The architect of making classic albums Front running gangsters Run up in banks, quick to spank something Basic killin' hills rockin' lenses Licataa grown bottles, gasell's on leaning Like a Rakim this is show business All in my blow in the feel off in the Atlantic These niggas is scramblers, quick to fool some men, shake hearts Playing whisket back in the big pawns Old niggas be lurkin' to snatch you when you workin' Dice games with fixed dice Fiends will come and ask for ice Wanna try to jump the sixth floor knives Baseheads, they say they take meds Welcome to hell's kitchen, no they call it shells kitchen [Interlude] Ayo chill my nigga Yo, you got your animal jacket on the floor, B You got all your shit on Yo just be easy walking around the block taking smooth aight You know family, you know all that, it's all good but chill Bring the bags over here Let's get it going, boom, boom, boom You already know For real, uh huh [Verse 2] We like the Arabian nights and this is Dubai The camels is the new five I'm stuck in my ways, burning Haze, off to Egypt They watching my street drip They see when police flip Y'all testing me to bring out the best in me Carats, iced out rabbits, some tragic Then put a trick on you, that's my magic Make me savage, get the cabbage boy Yeah, it's on in this madness Rappers, I will eat you like crab sticks You catfish the rollers, the hollers, the one [?] The last ships to step up and skin you like rashes, Cassius as Ali [?], my niggas ride with me And come inside yo and vibe with me [Outro] Staten nigga This shit is poison as shit man This shit is hard dungeon shit Dungeon music TWhy you did it, you heard Shit I'm talkin' about Red Bull Breathe Your World & My World[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, yeah, let's go, nigga [Hook: Raekwon] This is your world and my world, nigga, let's make a movie Get it jumping, hit the box office hard, get it pumping This is your world and my world, nigga, hundreds to hundreds Let's burn, then fuck it, put our mamas up, keep 'em fronting This is your world and my world, nigga, bust a nut Get a cut, then gettin' paper, by laying in the cut This is your world and my world, nigga, we flyin' fly In the bank, nigga, you know how we get down, thanks, nigga [Verse 1 - Raekwon] Arm & Hammer boxes, we love foxes, leaning in the Tropics Blood money, boats is abnoxious Standing in the mess hall when, nose froze Posing like a king, I'm rocking New Balances, new silencers Glass table'll choke, twenty four challengers Half of my niggas is slow, but they dough island You know the pantries is full, ranches with bulls And wolves there, who sit around, fronting in Wu-Wear I slam a Noodles hat, pull hair, two tokes and Ghost In a ghost, I be back in the wrong year Long sleeve, one cuff up, rugged gold teeth Fronting with Colombian niggas who gave me raw meat Due to the gangstas that died, forever ride To the rats in the manholes, who hate, niggas live But it's all good, you from a poor hood, I guess Back in the Guess with the Champion hood, what? [Hook] [Verse 2 - Raekwon] Glass sculptures on my vultures, fifty cultures Play the couch, posted, count your money, hide your toast in Black tea, sucker free, ask me, clappers is free Metal knick knacks, get slapped in your hat, B I'm dynamic rec room potent, that'll blow you in the open Pay a cop off, fly you your coke in My house is worth 2.9, my Benz is worth, he want mine Nowheres, we call that shit high heels Dedicated heat rock sprayer, spray your mother and your lover Better pay up, these guns is from Grenada Wild fight, customized dice, get nice in the Trump Tower Drunk bitch, spaghetti and sliced Everybody features is that mean, never leave the lab Lacking, always in the red, blacks and green Drug slingers turn into slug singers, one of them snitch? It's just a gut lingers, laying in the mud [Interlude: Raekwon] Slimeball ass, niggas, man, for real, man Stay away, man, knowhatimsayiing? Get that muthafucking, hater gator spray next to a nigga We ready to zap one of ya'll niggas, with the quickness Aiyo, Hav', man, these niggas don't know what it is, man, about hip hop, man These niggas, man, for real, man, eat them niggas [Kung-fu sample] I got to admit that Shaolin boxing ain't that bad! But, now watch mine! [Verse 3 - Havoc] Ya'll niggas food, I peep that shit a long time ago Dick rider niggas trying to front like they grimey, tho This is my world, I just let you live in it But the lease is up, you faggot niggas get evicted How many times I gotta tell you cowards, mind your business Oh, you still yapping? Time to catch 'em slipping Doing dirty, we don't mind getting our hands dirty And you can't fuck with any bitch because her ass dirty Cuz when it pop off, we just up in shorty ears And you just stuck with it, and how us niggas got you there That little bad caramel with the long hair Got you lined up, and caught in the crosshair Nothing but bosses here, we enforced the fear Always in the hood, my office there Blow a bag with my comrades, polly my next move And have you niggas bugging, how I wet 'em and crept through [Hook] Musketeers of Pig Alley[Verse 1: Raekwon] Crack that pineapple open Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats Got big rifles, play the hood, ride Benz cycles Y'all mens are psycho, Killah Hill 'ciples More fly generics, money make moves, forget it We got this locked since nineteen-seven So many rods and weapons, ain't no more reppin's Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that Meet the real, we lock the real, we unlock the steel Pop off, pull out, drop them bills I run with all real killas, all for realers Nikes on, awesome gorillas Want more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin' All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us We ex-dust niggas, don't even touch my drink Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint All my niggas get paint, yo what's my name? Lexus Diamond, Ice Water Inc [Interlude: Masta Killa] Huh.. (uh-uh-uh-uh) Uh! Yeah! Once again in the motherfuckin' place Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, nigga Yeah.. you know how we gets down Me and this nix-o, we so.. we so tight Lex Diamond sound, and uh I bees the High Chief, Jamel Irief Straight from East Medina And uh.. yo.. yeah! Yeah.. huh! [Verse 2: Masta Killa] They started jammin' in the park, just after dark Two turntables and their DJ scratchin' Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin' Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin' Temperature risin' Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less talkin' Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a G. hard Explosion rocks the Promenade, I'm God And he show and provin', knowledge how he movin' Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes to the light so you could see Never fall victim, dictate the fate Leave the bake for the snake If he take, then I take his head without question In the one to fourteen check the Justice lesson Now uh! [Interlude: Inspectah Deck] Uh! It's the pineapple Daquiri fuckin' up ya mindstate Ya heard? (Yeah) Spread the motherfuckin' word Yo! [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] I'm from where it's real, niggas peel ya' orange We want enough bricks that we could build apartments I, General in the field of marksmen The Bad Boys wit' me ain't Will or Martin Feel what I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine Spot him deep in the Killah Hill poppin' Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work And my team ain't ya' average, CREAM we handle it Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips Festo! If you wit' me, let's go! The nymphos love me, X-O, X-O Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard They call the riot squad, we live and in charge Y'all non-beleivers get reminded with scars It's the pineapple, Rebel I. natural Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you (CHUH-PUGH! Nigga!) Yearning for Your Love[Verse: Raekwon] Yo, I'm gonna roll some trees up and think about life Grab a wife, make her queen, throw a baby in her spleen, get right Write a cheque, be a team, stay one, who give a fuck when they come Blow her right, pay out and get aight Cheque writers this goes for you, check the vet writers All 40'ing up, we respect biters Drinking on dead cash and coins and goons of rap That's when I come through with fly heads and Nikes on a track I'm a track nigga attacking a track, strictly rap nigga Piece of the A, my South niggas track niggas, dead niggas All the above, we love [?] Y'all niggas stay paid and ask me for shit We just a far little caked up, baked up, a thumb up Plunge ya, pluck ya lady up, backshop, we run jump blunts up Doing our thing, I'm [?] down With a couple round on me, homie feel my style out [The Gap Band's "Yearning for Your Love" starts playing] All Night Long[Verse 1: Raekwon] [Maya Lemore?] hills driving in your own four wheels Mansion on top of hills blow chrisp chronic billows As high as the guest house on [?] Flow nasty that's disastrous, pussy wet call me a catalyst Gymnastic when flipping packages All in my head, give me head back Exactly miss dap me sister no doubt The kid is rich, hard as rich, art is rich But still I'm gonna walk away the week after No love unless it's whole love, hoes no love You get the greatest hugs in the world though, hold up Like Frank [?] schooled Max Julien This how you ride pimpin' shoot from the side, Kwon [Verse 2: Mary J. Blige] Oh baby not tonight I don't want to fuss and fight I just want to make it right Oh there's work to do I wanna get real close to you I wanna get you in the mood All the things you want to do Just relax and I'll take care of you And anytime you want me I'm saying that I love you everyday And I know that you love me Baby admit it Give me all your love and don't stop I love waiting when you reach the top (All night long) Come into my bedroom hun you What I got will make you spend money (All night long) Real Ain’t Real[Hook 2X: Raekwon] Do you know where you going to? Do you like the things that Lex serving you? But Lex'll murder you [Raekwon] A truck Acura, crazy, heavy tuck style, Dutch style All my niggas look rich, all the bitches fuck loud Seeing a Benz and look sizzling, don't let it rain, daddy That's when the reds get more busy Hyper and shooting at snipers, bloodbaths, some, they laugh Gleaming in some luxury labs, all the wally down, flicks we flash Grabbing bitches blowing in whips, every blessing, flip up flags I put that on my wallet, I'm great, kid with the Purple Tape Claim names, the Louis Lex Diamonds and the makes All the bank robbing niggas pump aids, jewelry glass Commission the mass, to stop the record, pa, switch plates, yo Real niggas get big, fake niggas get hit Talk about bitches won't come to your shit I'm throwing on balley's, laying in denalli's On my way to Cali, fuck niggas I respect, gun playing the slip [Hook: Polite] Real ain't real no more, yo these niggas is fake Ever stared in the eyes of a snake? To all my real niggas keeping it street, fuck running your mouth If it's war, then we talk the heat Hitting off, leaving bastards dead, watch his body collapse And push his brains to the back of his head And y'all niggas gon' respect the God, and the word of the streets You niggas wanna see Lex go hard [Raekwon] I sing liver than the Ten', sitting in the V, choking my hat down Everybody fly, folding bricks Once my niggas get on, it's on, I'm popping niggas off top This is my yacht, stay the fuck off Ya'll ran with the Cuban, started changing names, nigga listen I started it, you need to just pass me the chain Don't give me that "I respect your work" bullshit I shot the same game, shot niggas in planes and stole niggas wizzes Yo, that's my ninjas, catching bodies a hobby Sit back, doola hits, more, listen Twisting, wrist glisten, slang lord, handle my position Is to sit back, and kill all fake niggas And I sware my ear is the rear version Don't got time to kill on every track, fuck rap, change the wheel Kneel behind 'burbans, and burst one knee, this is me All the kid ever wanted was more burners [Hook] [Hook 2X] A Rainy Day[Hook] Just to let you know Sometimes it takes a rainy day Sometimes it takes a rainy day [Verse 1: Raekwon] A-yo, your skin color's the shit Bubble when your back look delicious My strawberry queen, Nestle quick, slide through Geneva Switching gears on me, I’mma leave her She driving her own shit, she a keeper Then clip jury on, live in the woods What’s good? No Hollywood, whole shit, yeah, you good Sipping drinks, rocking minks, come visit the shrink Check crib, it’s bigger than Liv What you think? I’m just a part time romancer See me in the club, I’m a ransom Time me up boo, I go against you and I queen that I want She gotta think like a king, respect mine Boo stay in line, do your thing and we can meditate, do yoga Chilling on a sofa and my lofas You’re making that bread, I play golf I’mma stare case baby with a train, vision it I know I’m living it with queen [Hook] [Verse 2: Raekwon] I did you wrong ’cause I was fucked up lost They caught me in the Porsche, go crying divorce A-yo, my jury look tough, when you was sober their lost And then you did this to me picture me cross And you was never there when I was grinding and just flossing And I had you in school like daddy be bossy And now you wanna cry sober, it exhaust me But keep the wheels right here, then jet to Georgia I’m a chief on ‘em, no, no, noble extortion Yeah, take it or leave it, acquire losses She did this for capital to ball like a boss So hold the fort down, protecting what's yours Hey yo, no more remorse, cut endorsements Fuck that, go back home, jet to Boston Barking like a full grown pit’, take caution I’m just wanting the shits, this is spot shit [Hook] Yae Yo (Remix)[Snippet from Scarface #1] Hey, fuck you, man Who put this thing together Me, that's who Who do I trust, me [Hook 1] Yae yo, yae yo, cop that yae yo Gotta be thugging, thugging [Verse 1: Raekwon] Why this shit ain't cooking up right, Papi told me this is solid white Fuck it wrap it up take it back up, still in all it's a play out Tired of spending money, might get them niggas laid out Yo, yo Fernando sent me, yo, stop acting hostile yo And yo don't point that shit at me, bad enough I gotta come in the crib With Spanish niggas using languages and shit I'm feeling like a dick, left the crib wit my hand brolic This is some bullshit, might get knocked take the wrist coward Yo, Fernando what happened, shit cooking up backwards Light up a Backwood, don't make me backtrack Louie, damn it,, the yae yo lay low Saying in my mind Fuck that papi gotta pay off Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it Yo Louis this ain't our product This is Carlos family Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker Coming out my ice choker My man in the back, looking colder Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83 Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it Light the stove up Julie go to the store get some flour Sat back burning a big dutch With the crisp eighteen shot Glock, stashed in my nuts Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling, now it start drizzling Rainy day murder, black won't miss him Still I'm yelling this shit is business But they still ain't gon' violate What I stand for wid these drizzers He took it off the stove run the water Trying to work me, yo Knew I shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter He mighta showed more love Than went in the freezer And broke the ice down, pour it in We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas through Feeling like Castro's cousin Gave them niggas all of my life All of my paper all my judgement It droppa only like an ounce worth Should I just come out my shirt Go berserk and let the Macks burst Skate off body in the Bronx Same shit Gotti was on Shallah, they gonna get your's play it calm Seventeen five was the total plus the five Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling Yo, he blank rubbed his nose like a Nazi Jocked me, Glock piece cocked Ready to light up shop, watch me Standin by the 'fridgerator then caught the gleam From his eye, and he watch a nigga ride for the rent He looked up, recognized real Oh Papi, yo, pardon me Your glass spilled all over the floor Guess that's real, we both shakin hands Holdin guns, gave me back, all my ones We did that shit political, it's all done Last word, we bout to vanish Cognio, you woulda bust, right Don't Puerto Ricans speak Spanish [Hook 2] Yae yo, cop that yae yo Yae yo, bap do dap do da da yae yo Cop that yae yo, yae yo [Snippet from Scarface] Say hello to my little friend [Verse 2: Cormega] Lay back like a fat Buddha, holding my pearl-handle mover in a Land Cruiser Rims shine like day time in Bermuda I write rhymes smoother than niggas Who be fronting like, half a key movers I have to be financially set, new Lex in front of my duplex My shine dripping wet, new nines in case your crew flex My brown eyes leaving your boo stressed So bad you had to get a new red vest Cause I collects tax My advice is to accept that Step back, blast, don't even wet that Yo, it's mandatory, I'm self explanatory Don't front on me shorty Young Scarface, for real I wanna die blasting Fuck stashing My next fifty G's I'm buying me a fire wagon Thugged out, leather interior Meg is superior My art of war dented your area My mug shot praised in jail cells and drug spots My razor, touch faces and carve rocks Corrupt cop cases Had me on semi-vacations It's day dreams, lay down way schemes For niggas who get payed and takes cream Drugs supplier, thugs admire Ghetto dun-dun gunfire Keep my nine higher The drama equilizor I speak the mind-a, Keyser Söze, no survivors [Snippet from Scarface] Say goodnight to the bad guy Go ahead, I take your fucking bullets You think you can get me with bullets Go ahead, I take your fucking bullets, go ahead Give Me Your Love(Intro: Raekwon) Yea baby Word up man It's all real and shit (Verse 1: Raekwon) She had a pretty little face Her frame was one in a million Jumped out the Wraith Thats paid I need to film it Silk on (?) girl Balli's Going to Cali Keep it dollar We just got married Honeymoon lampin' in Cancun The kid had mad boom Buy her bags bloom you got it Fresh fly diva Puff a little reefer That deep People today like how you got her All game plan Fly high level No playing fam I'm just that gift Check the whip kid Went on a chase Runnin' like the Blues Brothers from Jakes Thats my time A closed case (Hook: Sylvia Striplin) Do you want me? Do you want me in the way I really need you? Do you need me? Do you need me in the way I really want you? Do you want me? Do you want me in the way I really need you? Do you need me? Do you need me in the way I really want you? Give me your love (repeats) (Verse 2: Sylvia Striplin) When I see you Thats the time my body feels I've got to have you When I get you Let me show you all the ways I've got to show you that I love you And it feels a little true Don't leave this Baby cause I'm hungry Yes I'm hungry for the taste Of your sweet flavor Oh oh yah (Hook) The Brewery[Verse 1: Raekwon] Still shining, keeping my toes close Catch me on the quieter, flip something up bring your llama close So y'all already know I have a gun team They don't hang, phones calls one ring, dumping flames The XKR, flyer performance Built like gangstas hide ya bum monkey ass like warrants Reflections is ill, my mansion out in lake shore raw Two Mexicans two ??, a dog Everybody angry, the benzes is meaner Bitches is happy, casinos look cleaner The word is chef is rocking tuxes now His main trooper, the Haitian nigga buck this clown down Operation money, let's mail this Paper stepped up now his gun game is real bitch Don't make me kill your man's other man This ?? real handsome man said [Verse 2: Ceazar] She get him for the ransom, money in the mansion Always stay coordinated, my shit's longer waited Cease, I make it bubble up like it's carbonated Double up right on the spot, you know I gotta make it Map out all of the plots, I keep it formulated It's still real here, I never feel fear Make moves I wouldn't sit still in a wheelchair Affirmed young general, street life I'm walking with stripes I'm in the hood where they pop on site Running through woods with wolves, only all of them bite On reserves under the moon or under the sun Either way, false moves put you under the gun We ain't playing yo, revolvers is spun, we as hard as they come Fresh out the ghetto, we the marvelous ones Move 'em out, less talk, put the tool in his mouth Combination to the safe, get the jewels and we out [Verse 3: Reason] Nigga all black wardrobe, the gat attack foes Sajak with the flow, I turn letters to dough Play the hood close, ten coke jars of good smoke Hoodrats, car jackers, project kids cold Slicker than Crisco, my bite like a pitbull I spot 'em and pop 'em, his nickname pimples Check what I'm into, melodies that rip you Snub nose, turn these rottweilers into shih-tzus Y'all life is skimmed through, mine is like a book you must get into Every line come like a missile I got issues, all I do is make her whistle Let the goons figure out if your diamonds official Let you... bullets tear your bone gristle, lung tissue Gun in every hole of your body dog, I can't miss you Chef Reas' and Ceaz', three to your temple And y'all was never hot, not even near a sizzle Blue Diamonds[Raekwon] Call me the flyest jewel thief in the town jewelry nympho with info All I need is three hold me down where the joints at chill Its one big rockless glass And its blue play it low when we snatch that Rock your black outfit kid Im going out kid you all mouth kid Be the driver chill out kid Snatch the glass the we all on hold on Lord Who holding it who bought the idea duke Its over with No funny guy business what is this its just realness Its only us who willing to steal this Got my whole life on it Mans wife on it throw my black Nikes on it With sons ready to Ike for it my position is contain yal Sort of like dope fame on yal Blowing game on yal Lets get this paper Start vaporizing think about legalizing Plus you went wrong now im Penalizing [Hook 2x: Chip Banks] Diamonds, grande y azul Aiyyo we got chopo And you can get some too Take money [Raekwon] Yelling out asta la vesta last name masesta mean feon smoke with feces Publicize this im go rise don in disguise That will throw his arm out of five that fly Jewel specialist fool specialist Move like Professionalist strengthen paper excellent Might be painting your town Throw the drink down blowing it real-estate style Feel my weight now Chilling healthy And came up game up tore the frame up Got to vote for the mayor later Snatch something I believe in some call it thieving But I call it extra dough on the weekend Me and my family breezing so much ice its Freezing The Dean switching up for a reason out of nature we be g'ing Some of these spots Korean That saten gleam got me peeing?? [Hook 2x: Chip Banks] We get chop dough? And you know its true Ayo we get chop dough And you can get some to [Raekwon] Ayo the topic is laying in the tropics ill ass clique to rock with We deligating on the block kid money invested in a deal Lets stress it on the real side burning big phills holding bills Technique Made us all meet Made me sit back repeat each Started from the fame of the week This is glory mandotory phat dough Rocking my hand to bring cash to support me [Hook: 2x] Whores[Raekwon] Snatch the bitch wig off, give up that pussy, ho, get off We taking that, Benjamin Franklin pussy, blinking that C.C.B., Barbara Streisand, Cali sisters in the right hand Rip the shirt off, had a nice pair Twelve o'clock, afternoon boom, fucking from room to room Enough to zoom, ten minute a wound, I comfort this Stark confronting her, hello, miss-miss, come out the Tyra bra, miss Marvelous, awesome bitch, out as a rich Fly groupie bitch, crazy cum color, Penela' swiss piss Dirty burst on her, wipe his dick on her lips Slow the fuck down Rich, half his wrist up in the uterus She spoke, "I'm tellin' Louis Rich", Max, shoot the bitch Rollie was rooting this, Goldie hardly spoke, shit was ludicrous She bit his dick, God wilded on her with a kick Bobby stressed out, just like life is like a lighter Lit a gal' on her, boo, stop wilding, for real, lighten up For Noodles caught a lapdance, pussy clap-clap just like a tapdance Let her fuck you on your head, go to bed Delrio the Leo, hot pelepeno, lace a Gambino nigga, right Wash knobs for free, though, only me though Hah, polishing wax floors, she's a real whore Keep it raw, you break law? My cousin Blake break jaws We all raw, broke bitch, try to come aboard Snort on the right, ho, now right as a core I'm only fucking ya'll, cuz ya'll on, keeping my legs strong You dead wrong, talking that shit, giving me head wrong Sextress, dress ya ass off, bullshit necklace Here, rock this robe, if you lose it, death wish More head, we all getting feds, forget Down the lamb spread, buying the right bread, Nike head Dike head, married a white dread Drive a snow white five, died in the air, swallowing white shit Whores, they never listen, what? The girl's a whore Come on.. You Used To Love Me[Intro] Yea yea, What up my nigga, thats nineteen hundred dollars I need to see you alright Yea, lets do that, for real [Verse 1: Raekwon] Buyin' Le Perle, Jimmy Choo, Louis Vuittons, coup ya Benz up Keep it one thousand trooper [?] hold ya ends Me God, despicable me, just a typical G See everythings a goal, shop, cop, and flee Up in Finland, thats class gremlins with millions Thats why I stay luxuried up Waves and Timberlands, best lover girlfriend Me romantic thats the antic Who fuck up in helicopters now land it Wardrobe remarkable, pen game arsenal Up in [?], they got showers here, park it boo You been a rider rollin, hair up in rollers' Yo thats my shoulder, you can keep it, I'll mold ya Black sand beaches, Norwegian I'm treatin' Four Seasons or The Ritz peep the keys See the waiters, they suckin' us Shake that ass, thats a teaser Stay bowlegged thats a pleaser [Chorus: Faith Evans] I remember the way, you used to love me I remember the days, you used to love me [Verse 2: Faith Evans] You don't appreciate the time I put into this love affair of ours baby I couldn't let you walk around Thinking it's alright to let me down [Chorus] [Verse 3: Faith Evans] I gave you all my precious love And anything you wanted from me You didn't hear me calling out Calling for your warm affection after all this time You can't deny what I'm feeling is real And I stood around, stood by your side Went through all the hurt and pain And you turned and walked away [Chorus] Can't give up on the way you used to give it to me Give it to me What a feeling it's for real [Chorus] You didn't hear me calling out And that's not what love's about I remember you used to love me You used to love me every day Now your love has gone away I remember I remember [Chorus] Stop Trippin’[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah We back Now let me tell you niggas for real [Verse 1: Raekwon] Hey yo, for real Check it Back of the limo blowing grass Play the demo, broke a glass Gazelles is crashed Check the rim homie Jumoed out Hammer on me glamour Velvet blazer, light green Brooks Bros. shirt Pair of Stans on me Contemplating jump in a cab or jump in the Navi She hate me Got caught doing threesomes in the Jag Rolling joints (?) No points Nigga now you gotta go She kicked me out of my shit yo I said cool, no more love I gotta move I left smooth Punched a hole in the wall and blew I had the Call of Duty Wrangler outside Snakeskin skin, gold madam, black Timberland, laying down why In a stripper warehouse in Vegas Celebrities cater Serenading bitches, I was just fanangling 39K a night I take it Straight with the wraith Take it home Nigga I fucked up with my wife [Verse 2: Horace Brown] Overlooking our problems baby Overlooking our pain Baby lets get together Things are not the same We're just hurting each other over again Two wrongs don't make it right We find a love and then... [Hook: Horace Brown] Here we go again (here we go) Stop trippin', stop trippin' Here we go again (x2) [Outro: Horace Brown] Confrontation's always guaranteed We've always had our rainy days Yes we did, I know we did Soldier Story[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, straighten up, niggas let's go, man For real, man, we goin' in there, man I'm just gonna say it like this Eeyithing we do, is for real Dedication, man [Verse 1: Raekwon] From out the rising sun up north, I'm asking Allah Writing poetry, click clack, my brain'll go all Lay this new down, I copped them out in Spain That's some new town, all W's up, come from under Wu Suckers switch rhymes, patterns on point, flexing slick lines Catch me in the crease of the beast, Lexus big tires Always been a leader homeboy, niggas'll blow the beef up Drink beef eat 'em I meant the German, she be, but try Thousands of talents, good with nine hundred of them Niggas don't eat, the wolves taking something then If you call collect, you better say what's up with them If you borrow the Tech, you better have a muzzle on them If he out in despair, you better have a puzzle for them If we buyin' some gear, you know to bring the duffel for 'em No we don't just hustle, all we do is tussle for it Get shot in ya mouth that's just for cussin' to 'em [Hook: JD Era] We don't talk cause talk's cheap The wolves preyin' on the weak, lose paper or lose sleep, nigga My shit bangin' like a steel drum Hey this a dedication of the real ones From N.Y. to Long Beach To these T-Dot streets Lose paper or lose sleep, nigga My shit bangin' like a steel drum Hey this a dedication of the real ones [Verse 2: JD Era] I'm writing to give you more of me, there's more to see More than petty wars and monotonous beef I'm more than meets the eye, I'm the eye of the beast So keep eyein' me too long and get your eyelids beat The militia, Ice Water dynasty Your rhymes is weak, and you don't want the line to speak Your wine'll freeze, Get drunk and climb in sheets About a dollar, I could go through ten dimes in a week I got sick of chasing stars with spacious cars Like take this, tape of ours, no tape no bars Hoping they, take it abroad in a place so hard That I could replace my broad and replace my job I pray that god grant me whatever I deserve Cause I don't want to grow to be legend of the curve But believe in it and the will come Eh, this a dedication to the real ones [Hook: JD Era] Lions Paw Freestyle[Verse 1] We celebrate by blowing some grass, the mighty green I'm on the third floor in the crib up in the wifey Beamer Breaking down plates and charging niggas Prices is high, don't try to argue niggas You might get a job from niggas Yesterday's hopes is yesterday's quotes They trapped my son, them bastards is done now, they ghost Sipping Martini cucumbers, watching the crew's numbers I'm in Cazals, Raymond Weils, and Miguels Spanish house of love, mi casa su casa Two rastas with me, who the bumba...? High tech Macs for faggot niggas Niggas don't wear Airs no more, they wear Chanels, word sale Outta their face if they funny niggas Look at these creatures, no hope, no gear Niggas needed me to teach 'em I'm at the swap meet with shorty Me, Top, Phife and Life Perry and Soup, Molly and Mike With 17 bad Wis's all over age, you crazy Them bitches is millionaires with babies Suits on A-Team, hundred [?] goose on Watch [?] time, I know my rooster calling Wild, wearing wing tips that's high top Hit the spa shop, two cameras to go, niggas know And after that, two days of rest, yeah right, you white We ain't slept for years, but we right Dedicated to the gun game, we toast to the best For 20 years niggas blessed, alright stressed You think I'm laughing to the bank, but I'm crying yo Can't even spend it with loyal niggas, they're grimy Even your boys will try to blind me, be strong, pa, we from the 90s Stick together, then get dip together No more days of extortion, I had my portion Because I was just dumb, deaf and exhausted All love, but no pound, see the baby peace chant You got some breadsticks, shawty? What it be? Blamp me We in the high rise with Jack Daniels drinking with George Daniels Some niggas absorb, this a whore scandal Wu Chant (Outro)Wu-Tang! (x16) Determination[Intro: Raekwon] I really don't need to be *fuckin* wit ya right now I need to movin' around in the air, circlin' Manhattan Real smooth [Raekwon] Here we go again son, black Harrison *Ford* on the run One, beef in the field, it's real Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock Got the blue laser, grill, like Martin *Scorsese*-ah Jumpin outta limo's, *expos*, black rentals Chasin *niggas* through the projects, prolex Moseyin', 15 of us, five trucks Crazy deluxe, bound by honor, *nigga* what? Tailin' us in boats and land, *40 cal* in my hand Made the left... Lex fam Sho enough what, *Hummer* craft lookin' up, what? Kid the chipped out *flex* now I'm stuck Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him Any ideas? Where he at? Cops want him Changin' the gear the same footwear Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here *Fuck* yea, we up there Had a little *drugs* there, they was there Pass it kid, *Novocain* caught a slug there Had it mastered in flight school, *nigga* go whip a plane Drivin land, map *shit* out, go to night school Bronze star, feelin' who we are Half animal, whole lotta love, black God Standin' front and center, from here to winter Grip the *splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pop-it* (nothin' but determination) Ready to hit somethin, pop *shit* wit somethin Blow *blimps* on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like *Graig Nettles* Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle Hearin' the horn of Josh, movin' like the moss Executive decision play large Caught a blip on the radar, screen him out Fightin' like like Julio *Cesar*, blaze y'all Mayday, mayday, chasin' me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya [Chorus 3X: Raekwon] Nothin' but determination [Raekwon] Part two kid, establish brainpower, truth did Yo it's realer than a *fuck* now, ain't stupid Trash three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash Brass this gat, TNT *niggas* on my *ass* Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still Clear my own *shit*, let the press ill, let's bill Make it to the UN, doin' bout a thousand in the blue M Frogmen repped out foolin', *left all the American Express cards* Left the passports, timeshare, *shit up on* in *Escort* Bail 'em, bustin his *joint*, Chief O'Hara That old, *Louis McDarren*, see the waves through the mirror Spot that, hop that, through the top back Ready to lock somethin', down for the cause, stop that You play the king, I play the *pawn*, who the king of the Swarm? You wrong, where's the evidence, watch the *fire* arm Wit eternal affairs there, I knew I had little bits of love Hopin' it'll be fair, he watch me, heavy Roxy scene He clean though, American *Cream* Team let him leave See the moral of the story, feelin' me like Mordon and Glory when they came for me Had fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed down Handlin' nines, know the time The Lex Diamond IntroThirty years ago there was a gangster born He controlled the island with over 4000 soldiers He ran over 30 projects Whatever you needed in the hood, you had to go through him He had his hand in everything Racketeering, money laundering, gambling, prostitution It was all his for the taking He had over 400 cops on the payroll He organized a powerful elite with a cold heart and a hot hand And those who were perpetrators were dealt in a torturous way The neighborhood loved and feared him He had a good heart and a fresh soul His name is Lex Diamond and this is his story ? with the execution of my children From that witness forward, everybody in that courtroom knew Uh, and agreed, that the mafia existed The mafia operated in the United States and Sicily It had various rules and it dominated in this business And that many of the people in that room were members of the mafia Staten Go Hard[Intro: Brevi (Raekwon)] We go hard (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah What's happening man? Can I eat too, man? We go hard, yeah, yeah, Rapper's Island, Rapper's Island) [Chorus x4: Brevi] Staten, we go hard, we go hard Staten, we go hard, we go hard [Verse 1: Raekwon] Wu put Staten on the map (that's right) This is gat hoodie rap fuck around, put a fully in your back You might make my toolie act (word?) I only run for the bread, lightning strike Fly one in your hat, black And if your man test my skill I promise he will die in the field My money's long, my homeboy's is real They broke, but will shoot to kill Flashing, big Uzis make movies Cut niggas faces, pretty boys, groupies Ride through the city, guns on, kufies Living like jail, it's real, y'all coochies You know I'm, back at it, and asthmatic Always mad jiggy, I love fashion Plus love flashing B9's, 38's huggin' weight I'm straight, watch the nigga traction [Chorus x4: Brevi] Staten, we go hard, we go hard Staten, we go hard, we go hard [Hook x2: Raekwon] S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again [Verse 2: Raekwon] Wu-Tang, went platinum, Meth platinum Ghost, Chef, platinum, that's the raw, captain We war, y'all acting, sister rapping Ol' Dirty B-A-S-T, platinum Seliln' nose candy, blackberry, brandy Turtle necks, 40 belows, flow dandy Living in the hell, I Am Legend, 7's Played out, weapons, courtrooms, blessings Brooklance, we rip 'em, rip 'em Tire marks flip 'em, figure eights then strip 'em Kill 'em, sell 'em, might trade 'em, save 'em Hit an OG where it keep cool, play 'em Never mind, we on grinding, my linemen Puff hardest rhymers, call us on assignments Bujo's, tigers, lions, up in Brooklyn House Ask about us, niggas know what time it is [Chorus x4: Brevi] Staten, we go hard, we go hard Staten, we go hard, we go hard [Hook x2: Raekwon] S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again [Verse 3: Brevi] Well I'm all grown up, I've learned my ways Posted on the block every god damn day Once them cops come driving by Tuck your shit and get the fuck inside Post up, I'ma hit you when it's time When you see the helicopter, be prepared to ride Get some shots out, we done talking Staten Island, stand up I know some mean motherfuckers from the S to the I R-O-D's, we all ready to die Park Hill in this bitch, Stapleton Now Born, stand up, West Brighton From the heart of the Port Richmond We go hard, we go hard, we go hard We go hard, we go hard in this bitch [Chorus til fade: Brevi] Staten, we go hard, we go hard Staten, we go hard, we go hard [Hook x2: Raekwon] S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, all my niggas behind the wall, yeah That's for you S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again That's real, you know the half, we might take your life Fish & Chips[Raekwon] Dare one of ya'll niggas get out of line, I'mma finalize Ziplock your face, plus do the time See my niggas, cook square denny's, we the tea sippers Need liquors, off the hook, yo, we them niggas [Chorus 2X: Boy Big] We on the block, man, we keep 'em cocked, man And what's going on right here, ya'll can't stop, man You'll get popped, man, you better believe that, Where's the weed at? [Raekwon] Aiyo, caught me by the bodega, I flossy, saucy In viesel jeans, pockets had the measles, gleen costly A hundred on the wrist, glist Rothstein Glad to meet you, his boo said I eat you, just a portion of me Leather plush, burberry sweater with the furry gloves With the trims on, the grin on Looking mad hungry, but my beard chunky What's happening, you black? No question, what you offering me? Seventeen five a banana, grab a chair Rapping like we at the Copacabana, niggas scared The shorty working the arms, the sister's like two big magic wands She shook her ass in the magic thongs She recognizing I'm no average don She seeing me posing, extra live with my karats on Stop, tilt the glass on 'em Half past a mill, was worth like a half a mill in cash, on [Chorus 2X] I Recall[Hook 3X: sample] I remember, I recall I remember, I recall I remember, I recall I remember, all you said [Raekwon] Aiyo, yes sir, everything's a blessing, let the cess' splurge Spill it in your hand, and let the s's turn You got them wild style goons in the room, with nothing but coupes And Pumas on, rugged beards, mean underwear Fly in the day, high by night, money right Solidified gangsta with his paintbrush writing Catch me off Lenox, Spanish dip, vintage shit Floating in the open, niggas smoking that shit, you know [Tek] Vanilla envelopes of cess, 20 bags of bless Pissy drunk, in the project steps Throwing dice, til the sun come out, guns come out Trains through the 151 come out Then it's back on the block, I'm running from the cops again The old heads love me, asking when I'm gonna stop again But, you know the law of the streets How we gon' dick the freaks and what we do over beats, bitch [Hook 2X] [Steele] Yessa yessa, rap is under pressure Had me, had 'em, hungry hoody, wearing hoods, come getcha Four fetcha, eat tracks, Hannibal Lecter Keep gats, Tony Jaa, still, I'm The Protector Street speak, reach peeps, treat peeps aggressive Smif-N-Wessun, Chef connection, nothing less than perfection Peace number 7, God Degree's the lesson Equality's the evanescense for my peeps in the essence [Raekwon] Fresh mohawk, run up in the gun store, blow off Jump in the couple, sled range, my dame blow off Bamboo need for the go, it's like chilly Don't be silly, my niggas pop wheelies for dough [Tek] I tell you the first time, I ever laid hands on a pussy Smack Earth, Wind & Fire out of jazz, pussy That's when niggas learned to respect my army Respect my gun and recognize me as a don [Steele] Listen, I tell no lies, spread no rumors Have your whole family smothered, taking me for humor [Tek] Get your laugh from elsewhere, your bricks from right here You bleed just like I bleed, so it's no fear [Raekwon] Aiyo, flatten niggas, what's happening, rap niggas from Staten Gat chunky nine, bullets sitting in napkin Ready to pop your lid off, lay low in Manhattan Stop fronting, buttons get pressed, we jabbed 'em, tagged 'em [Hook] The Living Room[Verse 1: Raekwon] This is Lex Diamond nigga the boss all them niggas With the levers is soft afraid to ask what it cost Collar made out of horse hee-haw Skeet in your wife's mouth bopped out the restroom and beemed off Flawless jewels is real, I got jewels in my wheel Eyes glued to your boo in her heels The watch is a spanker, the hands don't tick They roll, I'm in the Rolls Wraith exercise your blinkers You just a pussy I know, hiding behind big homeboy So one catch the bullet I'm throwing Sitting in Polo or Brooks Brothers Cooling on our [?] how the fuck we know if your clique lovers The story we don't know that just don't front Or he'll blow that and I'll be like "I told you cause I owed you" Flexing at the Colosseum, not the one on Jamaica Ave The one up in my lab with no demons in it Beat Switch [Verse 2] You know the kid he stay fabulous car power Catch him on tour few spartan's holding gun powder Oops, let the Coupe in the duece, jump Out with chains on, nope, just a check book and some boots It's like The Musketeers of Pig Alley I jump out, army, leather, beard like Stalley A wise man told me to listen with vision A General, old gold gangsters live in kitchens Keith Hammers cocked, stay sucker free Check me in the spot, glaciers on the thumb of my son Take a camera shot, bumping tapes, rocking fur coats and 'gates Window broke, base heads and capes High power homies is real, blow a branch for ya' Chef Cuba six bring out the tarantula We like The Ringling Brothers posing in Nikes Rocking big dumb knots, that's stupid spray your groupie up Footprints of OsamaThis the story of Osama Allahu akbar in Uganda Niggas put me on to the drama Now sit back, it's on with the data A boy from Saudi Arabia who had it made But he hated the... fortune, glamour, the fame, the game An Oxford graduate, he rather see the sun when it rain He studied economics, Islamic, drink tonic, hate chronic Didn't hate America, he hated the Congress Old daddy died when he was ten These are powerful men Who had paper, slinging oil and men Wealthy, religious, and educated? Ay yo this made lots of bread Family been straight since cavemen Three wives at 17 Now it gets better, his team Yeah it's time to form the mujahideen War hero legend for the Muslims, by any means Reminds me of Farrakhan, Malcolm, and King Play boss who had driving for show His plans was well written So the kid slid to Sudan Had a couple vans some land Few good religious brothers did all his prayers with him Giving him grams It was Afghanistan, he had training camp, smash Jumping out of mid sized Toyotas with hash in 'em Fly turbans, Suburbans, sandals on, swervin' Jumping off of camels, eating turkey and lamb Blood brothers, holy warriors, the others wore covers Fuck buying jewelry, let's explore, bring the luggage They shot to Tora Bora with no order 300 degrees out one glass a water, for four of us Drink brother, these are them Crusaders Who slide through the Mid East To Hamburg, back to the border Then some beef pop off, now it's war A global terror in your area, U.S. calling they dogs Bush with his regime against mujahideen Suicide bombers vs the Marines Al Qaeda would scheme Nerve gas, anthrax thrown on the scene Taliban coming martyrly Letter To Big[Intro] Yo Big what up baby I just wanna talk to you brother, let you know man I got super love for you, you heard? Just a couple of bars that I wrote I just wanted to let my presence be felt to you, you know We love you my nigga, believe that [Verse 1] Yo Big what's going on good brother Baby paw, I miss you, I wrote a dart to describe my issues The rap game is getting too scarce Besides in New York, the money game is getting to weird But on another note you legend, a father with his brethren A stepper, A Coogi sweater that's cost effected Gangstas from the Stuy, that's you They thought we had a beef kid, but I would never violate you You from a part where I come from too Just because we rhyme on a dime and had albums that blew And that beef was a sucker beef, friendly competition But filled with crazy love underneath You my nigga, Yo pardon me, but I'mma be a man about it A roll up a big fat jar of weed and smoke for your legacy Don I shook your hand in Cali, we led by gones be by gones This a song to a fallen hero, make no mistakes O.G We Good Fellas, always Dinero The movies that you made you slay'd Rhymes was impeccable, today you are late Marvin Gaye Every time I shine I'm thinking, we would've rocked together One way or another we spank it Anyway I'm just here for the love purpose When a thug surface can't nobody judge us, fuck cursing Casting out my love for real, youu Don'd out, gangsta'd up Keep it real baby you the deal Love your momma, love your seeds, this is me Love Puff, love Kim, love Faith, love D & Cease I'mma be easy, I just needed to breathe And let you know I feel you like the P's Appreciate your status my G - peace Teflon To me you the king of the streets, one Big Spender[Intro: sample] "Hey big spender!" [Raekwon] Yo, let the slugs fly, thug status, still camera shy Elevate to get money and still scramble lah Get drunk, start wildin', old young niggas with talent Gold on me and my ho's look violent Live bitches, five sixes, flick it up, flyin' pictures More flips now, niggas is dipped different Renegades, Escalades, all fly ladies in shades Get the best of me, bless me on stage Drop your jerseys all year round, I'm here now Merlot in a glass, smoke a hundred bad, pop you with a pair of pounds Toss money, no laws, pop you with a pair of pounds Sauce money, no loss, pop you with a pair of pounds Own towns, niggas is grown now, we got it sown now Jumpin' out the whip, gunnin' a four now Yo, extra careful, when we home, now It's like a ghost town, the Narc's got the shit sowed down, come on [Chorus: Raekwon] Spit it for my niggas that's locked up Six hundred Benz, kid, rocked up Up in the club, close the bar when we popped up Got a forty cal' thirty shot Glock up And I'm warning ya'll shit about to pop off Shorties in the club, take ya tops off Yo, it's an art to rhyming Ya'll niggas can crush a stone, try crushin' a Diamond [Raekwon] Yo, it' the great adventures of Lex, checks on me Air Force vet's Yo, supply the whole hood with the wet I love money, pa, spend that kid, yeah, it's the 600 Benz cat Rimmed up, bout to bring the brims back Terri cloth, Rudolph joints, valor pockets, Mr. G-Off D or Cavalier robes, we see ya'll Cash that'll put 'em order, you little fishes Ain't big enough for Icewater, paralyze the right corner Staten Island assailant, call Malinari now Hand him that, we about to take sons cabinet Chef got it genuine style, pink verizen with the great logic Hands is like the Ali project Wolves of Shaolin, we look good hooded up One tough challenge, rough 'em up, bring out his raw talents Money maker, send them to us Remember the symbol, the Gods got the paper, now you with us, let's go [Chorus] [Raekwon] Aiyo, speak up, we up, villains in the beat truck Unique luck, leafed up, playin' in the suite, feet up Come here, boo, just feel it, locked down, niggas can hear it Blazin' in PJ's, it's time, let the ill reveal it, yo Wall to wall jump off's, fly shorty, live sneakers and speakers Makin' sure the vibe ain't corny, yo Scarface kids, kings only Jail heads know me, Chef got it locked, my block We got more to rag you with, black, come through, kid Park Hill Projects, send him through, mashin' it, step No Hollywood, yeah dear, more paper, more acres To sell on, we all got it fresh, from raw tapes The kid that traveled the world All this came from the lobby, I took it to Japan from curbs Yo, swindlers transformin' to ninjas, injure anything Remember all my mans, is when we spendin', we the.. [Chorus] [Outro: Raekwon] Ha ha, ha ha, yeah Word up, yeah, we back It's on, word up... That Good Good[Hook: Altrina Renee] You don't wanna leave Cause I been putting that good good on you So much so you don't know what to do That good good, that good good Make you say "Oooh" You don't wanna, you don't wanna You don't wanna leave [Verse 1: Raekwon] Gun up on my right hand, blast when I wanna blast Coke on the table, pass it when I wanna pass Ski mask, dressed in a clear gazelle sway 8 1/2s We gon' run the building like we in jail, crack ashes Polo fireman Timbs waterproof, all of this was made from a splash Terrible at losing, gangsta when I'm winning Let 'em choose, then you know what the deal in the music nigga Jewelry'd up cousin, I'm a husband, back up Million dollar ice, bought the bag out in Dublin, bro Perpetual ? the Royce and the jets Keep it sounding like all white tuna make it sexy Land with my feet up on the dash Show up in the club with no weed, nigga with a whole fleet of cash Everything the black car could spazz Buy you a life, you getting right, it's either us or them crafts [Hook: Altrina Renee] [Verse 2: Raekwon] Chocolate Scaglietti heavy Roaming in funeral homes, coughing niggas up when I'm ready First base villain Yeah, the herb is the birthplace residing in the hill where we bill 'em Still chilling we lamp right under the light gambling Make something happen we address you we might stamp you plug-ins So many slugs flying, thugs come in hundreds All of them my niggas where the ? at Female persuasion Malaysian Most of them gulp Tabasco down, shoe game amazing Cooling up in P.F. Changs wool Let me see your rings, I got them on, I know the rules, cool bang Hitting it, fingers smell like pussy, take a smell, start licking it That'll be the day I got some liquor in me Fly and a poet, anything other I can't cover Just ask a real working mother [Hook: Altrina Renee] The Sky[Intro] Smoke nigga, smoke man Share with your brothers man Stop playing man Watch your hand nigga That nigga looking to get his son For real Uh huh Speak to me my nigga Word up Drop it, let's fly [Verse 1] Motherfuckers wanna kill me but ain't got the skill The infantry is murder one, chill All green Gottis leather pants on Some hoods, some Wally's Light medical, all day just pussy and robberies Take bread, project codeword Stuck in my head, eat cold eggs And fuck with the herbs Take a shot of Jack Daniels, get to dancing Posing in flicks, get rich (?) money, I can't spend it I eat up, an emcee who roll the weed up I'm number one in everything Rhyming ain't nothing but (?) the weed up Pen be basing like a Freemason on the train to white plains Two duffle bags and a white (?) Magnificent march call us the moguls Y'all niggas is local, low time I'm in the minds of the global saying get him God God, god, god's on I be two steps ahead with the axe on me Ready to part you [Verse 2] Ay yo Under the radar Posing like black Cubans, fat bow tie on We in the back Popping two new ones The emperor, all his jewelry on Silks and knives, I've got a few next to you Surprising to the real niggas, peace signs Stay out the cold when the beast shine And East Coast hot I know what time it is, a revolutionist Mind made exclusive hits Drink the best paint Sat in the royalty line, fine the paper chase Some sell just to get their weight up Just be careful word to mother straight up Heavy thoughts from this game saved up Respect a G when I'm in your presence playa So here's some flavor So you can nurture on and stay on your feet And touch the culture Let 'em know things ain't what it seem And let it sink in The plug deepen I'm overstanding the devil's plan to keep the people blinded but seeing Triumph (Freestyle)[Raekwon] Pull out the red carpet, faggot, rap, I live it, mass digits Monkey suit, swinging on a dime jean chunky blue All nines Al Qade it, paid up, play it up We demonstate death, then kill you in the stadium Yankee suits on, the boots on, produce juices Spill rugers on you, play the deuce, them boosters on you I'm stealing, everything, diggin' whitey righty With the magnum taught, when you shoot it, nigga, grab 'em It's the Roc For Life Familia, slash, The Vatican Pop cabbages, it's nothing, nigga, kidnap ya managers Fly roller, slang ox holders and cock blowers The Cuban 2's is coming, ya'll niggas is done in Ya'll niggas is fronting, my niggas is stumping Cuz when ya'll wanna get it on, Rae's up and It's something, those are stunting, can't do me nothing I'll take ya bitch, baby boy, then you fuck up in Lead Season[Verse 1] Parked the Red Baron Beamer in the back of the cleaners Relaxing with an army gun Zima Medellin is in my blow like Floyd dance This chain I wear is skinny, baby, but the weight 80 gram Jumping out of silent shit, rugby marathon Peace to Rob Paragon, smoke with Aguillah Blow is designed for the ghost But I don't want it if it's biting the head off Come see me slap a don Great escape, me and that connect with the crimeys Back when me and Flex kidnapped the 90's I was king, call me Luther LeBron Make a dream team appear Court-side seats in the karmas Known for my get-down and fly wears Usually my eyewear that make me buy up everything bomb I'm a old Fila king with wings on Street sharp Nike suit Sharpey goon-face Milan [Hook] We getting bread in the building Niggas getting money Quick to spread in the building Get lead in the building Bosses don't bite, they write checks I want the nigga head in the building Get fed in the wilderness [Verse 2] Ay yo, four-limb goose down to the Timbs The gems is coke-boy money, lay in the 700 Benz Blowing cheeba, dumping ashes The class of last year That'll throw your head through the glass Forty-five, all diamonds in it Grimies did it Chinese killers jump out and divot I will post in the New York Post, blueberry ghost You'll steady motion when I'm aiming my pitch We young niggas who die hard Fly ride hard Soft top, that means to push your head off I be famous, but my bodyguard Spanglish It's all miscellaneous, ain't nobody telling It ain't a issue Thick skits tapes with bombs in it Cooler than the velvet-grown pool And the pussy embalmed with it Yeah, Buddha texture's cashmere I beat your man up, drop five hundred, and blow and smash gears [Hook] Stick Up Music[Intro: Busta Rhymes] It's Flipmode bitch! Categorize my word as gospel YEAH!! [Verse One: Busta Rhymes] Yo! I offer niggas the encouragement While I give you the nourishment I put niggas on punishment Y'all niggas is trash but I offer the streets the supplements Takin over the block now I'm tryin to control the government (SAY WHAT!!!!!!!!!) Got these niggas pissin they mattresses The God is back nigga get the deliverin my packages!!! Now I'm back from L.A. all access It's that nigga back from the Oscars after fuckin some actress-es While I give you the seasonin and there recipes Over the music they sound like Sticker from in the seventies While sippin 'nac that make niggas hiccup and spit for centuries Of course the ratchet they click up and my enemies The way I flood the streets you know the flava good I'm a stash some of the coke and cause a drought up in the neighborhood I'm only in the streets to feed a nigga Regardless what you think the game will always need a nigga (Yeah! Might as well mortalize me into a statue nigga!!!!) [Verse Two: Raekwon] Yeah, let's go love.. I wear a MEAAAN dark pair of shades Janglin bats back in the days, I wore braids Runnin with solicitors, grizzlies, monkey business prisoners Livin Uptown with scales inside wall ridges Y'know we network our ass off Slabs of salt, dynamite sticks from bricks, fiends gas off Blowin sellin dope, runnin to the vault pass off Play wit my paper, write your little ass off Stylin cause I know how to dress Learned it from Jamacians who stressed the building lights and gallons of cess We play rock star hard, every big bangle we mangle (uh-huh) Mad dog wit the uzi named King Tango Fishin for riches, mission is to dig bitches (yep) Hide from the NARCs', Clarks on blue cases You know we love you like cook food, matta fact Cook cocaine, never drainin the good mood [Bridge: Uncle Murda] (Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!) Chill, chill nigga Damn! (What's goin on? Y'all tryna make a song WIT'OUT ME?!) I ain't get enough fuckin wreck, man! (I'm on this, GOBBS, what's goin on?) [Verse Three: Uncle Murda] I get that fatty, I got that hammer I die for that bread man, that's word to my grandma (GRANDMA!) I kill for it too, that's word to my lil' man (Oh!) I risk my freedom for him, send me to prison man I gotta get it man (I do!), Look, by any means necessary Pop a nigga while I'm robbin him if it's necessary (BANG!) Yeah - gimme the loot, gimme the loot He was like, "Aight Murda, don't shoot, don't shoot (Don't MOVE!) No head shots, please don't shoot me in my head It ain't that serious, I ain't tryna die for that bread (What?!) I don't want no beef, man take my burna I'mma put the word out, no more hatin on Murda (They hatin) You get weed on my block, all of dem man I did it for 26, you can charge me 40 a grand (Aight, I got it!) I know what beef is and I don't want it, son I'm serious, I don't care if I sound corny son" (You DO doe!) (Damn! My Philly cap gone!) Spit Flames[Intro: Raekwon] Drink to this nigga Yo, what's your record company lord? (Gladiators) Keep it straight.. straight up Game time [movie samples] I don't know what you doin' out there on the street I'm gonna kick your ass! [Verse 1: Raekwon] Wallabee encounters, yo we from New York We never bounce son We carry cage ways, straight up and don't get down son Supposed to have blow out and pound son Ten rastas had masses, fly Nikes, splashes and Porsche glasses Singles leather opponent, straight from the street baby Polo jacket, baseball hat matchin' lookin' froze, dumb, unusual I'm lyin', face the music boo, pendulum loops and swoops Shells ain't nuttin' to conceal ya fool I'm young but mostly swift from blunted Think like chess, drink, note languages blessed I'm from and era where niggas'll get caught for leathers Shots are hollerin', hung knees up supportin' the weather Who the fuck gots mines? Bringin' like Duran with Ross Bet all y'all niggas are dyin' in cars Fuckin' with me? It's like luxury Flow like water in and out of doors, dare a nigga fuck wit' me [Chorus:: Polite] (x2) Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire He got a sound like lightnin' and thunder Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire Honey bad sound boy test he get murdered [Verse 2: Raekwon] Yo, beat Gods sneakers look decent and he hard Feel my giants, sway down, big pieces on yo The bringers I flooded with more dough Feel my effect, Lex get busy, wheel his own check now blow Mountains get bagged, I'd rather count and just grag Slap on crabs, Jags in the snow Feelin' leather Khuzis and Uzis Movies that bein' produced like rubees One of the illest gaters salute me yo Drive borrowed connects Bought out Manhatten wit' cheques Man I miss you, bank's next Finger paintin' low like one of the Saints Jim down, all white minks lookin' like 10 thou' Staten Island Gotti, gats, we ain't leavin' without it Take this here, you need cops, you ain't 'bout to stay in there Get popped and the violence in rare I can take care of yours, you take care of there's [Hook: Polite] Word is out, other rappers usin' their clout Your hands ain't dipped no more, you just pissin' me off From a jurisdiction where niggas come up missin' Rides, get housed right Niggas even battle for bitches And their game is to get yours, ride through the zors You sure? Suggest you're wise to see what time it is Lord The plane ain't the same, the game kinda weakened your name What you better do is spit flames [Chorus:: Polite] (x2) Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire He got a sound like lightnin' and thunder Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire Honey bad sound boy test he get murdered [Verse 3: Polite] We spit fire, yeah it's on and nah testin' up the wrist Me nah have to touch in my wrist, son me have to push to waste And all the boy spit fire, me lick a shot to retire So them can not move no further I spit fire, then me call Ghostface Killah Tell him that me just start to murder Me spit fire, then me call Raekwon the Chef Tell the boy run for the lawyer Don't test this fire [Hook: Polite] Word is out, other rappers usin' their clout Your hands ain't dipped no more, you just pissin' me off From a jurisdiction where niggas come up missin' Rides, get housed right Niggas even battle for bitches And their game is to get yours, ride through the zors You sure? Suggest you're wise to see what time it is Lord The plane ain't the same, the game kinda weakened your name What you better do is spit flames [Outro: Raekwon] The first thing what we gotta do man Is know what we gonna do with this +CREAM+ when we get it I'm not tryna just be.. sitting on motherfuckin' 200 thou' And actin' like I'm just gonna be a.. a drug dealer all my life son I got bigger and better plans yo -> Raekwon from Striving for Perfection Take that to the bank nigga The Young Black[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] Yeah... mm-hmm, yea... yea... Yea... (what is it lord?) yo [Ghostface Killah] (Raekwon) {both} Shootout in Stechman's, fire in the city {a block away} (One of Rick shots hit Missy) The reason why he did it, his tank {was on E} (Crib got raided and lost) {about three} Fifty in gear (ten in silverware) another sixty {That was married to his neck, arm and ear} Just got divorced, Stephanie left him for a ball player Took the kids and moved to Georgia (Should I be as a man-thinker, for every action) There's a re-action Seeing his case, he started spazzing Gamma len in my only Clark, green and yellow God-God (Size nine Magic, show face, fucking with stars) Craig Mack blowout, braided (You got the new shit son?) Bet he find a way {to out date it} (Timberland mineral was rusted, man made corruption, taylor made producton) He had a seed in a Wally jumper, Ronny Bump nephew Butt ass, balled up in a corner in a comforter Paulette was his main wiz, she guzzled 99 bananas Squeezing niggas dicks {in front of cameras} (Light skin Lil' Kim, Chanel grim) One nigga hitting that (This the shit that rich niggas dreamt Rick brother Pazone'll be home, estimate 30 days, brolic arm) Fresh out the cage {Do the story seem intriging? When P come home Will he have all these niggas mouths bleeding?} [Chorus 2X: Raekwon] The young black, travel to mix, we open eyes on a disc Try to resist, reviving the rich Airbrush money when we walk, most highly paid Cheeba hawk Checking how he walk, tell a story lord [Raekwon] (Ghostface Killah) {both} Went down like Wednesday, Lounge gave a party at the way {Seen armor truck money, everybody pay} Niggas in the back watching, everything butter scotch Kelly ass, bet if they dead it, it's watch (Moving with the New Hampshire niggas) Ride them, catering (Sleeping with them) {sneaky ass wizzes} (Guess who appeared out the blue? Stark Drizzling) Stood Pazone, laying in the Ac' with two women, how his whip look? (The shit look dressy) Bend up vest piece (you know how his vest be) Lavender bird, two inch beak, parakeet Name Unique, who knew the 1 to the 40 in a week 12 o'clock on the diz-nock, we went to check the moon out {Vibes I'm getting, I have to clear the room out} Took his hat off, spiral (Used to be my idol) {Thirty inch telephone} (Lip to his eyeball) Playing a Bob mood, just answer out his pocket {Real heavy} (Like he bought his rings from Liberace) Had his parrot with him, Unique, you see these niggas fronting in here? (Yo P, they pussy, with one gun in here, the music stop) {Bitches drop} Shit jumped off by the bathroom {Aiyo, oh shit, that's Sasoon} (P jumped up, grabbed his ratchet, felt sorry for him First shot was ill, clapped his parrot) Blew him off son shoulder, so many feathers had the club coughing {That's when Pazone lost it!} (He wigged out, crying, spit out He's living like Dead Presidents, real life, he's letting it out) It was a shotty that murdered pop Guess who did it? {The slick young bitches on the stock} [Chorus 2X] Thousands to M’s[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, send all the workers up to five b man, you know what time it is man Niggas did good this week man, let's celebrate [Raekwon] Bottles of crew, bagging in the living room, high noon Couple rachets, snares, the razors and earmuffs Walkie joints chirping, niggas downstairs in the lobby converting There's something next to live wires and goons All in the sets hundreds to thousands, thousands to ms Then tackle up the rims store, go and buy timbs Hit the Popeyes, cops got eyes We breezing through with nothing but fives Puffing herb, we gon let the sun rise They don't know niggas is slinging, what's the lingering? Niggas ain't fiends, $400 jeans, cooling like it's England Rather see me role in a hole, rocking state jeans and sneakers Square sandwhich, juices and peaches Not right now dick, this is our valve, we get down dick None of that clown shit, we built it from a thou See straight watchers, my niggas sleep, all of my unique poppers Legends from the eighties came home, we got em eating poppers Take money, eating steaks, being rude, feeding snakes This is what get us all the planes and the eights This is my land like Thailand, why? Cuz I control it and I own it, But some say it's FBI land [Chorus 2X: Skam2] Now just gimme that, don't make me take that The minute I'm finished with it, I go straight back Re up and reload, keep up my workload Homeboy this block is mine cuz I say so (what) [Ill Bill] Violation of the RICO Statute to cash rules Cocaine is a hell of a drug, the fortune of intelligent thugs We the ones that they write movies about Beautiful pounds, got the best doobies in town Shoot it the fuck out, wash money, wash the blood off of Benjamin's face Defenders of the faith, measure the weight Forever by itself, reaping pleasure from pain We the best in the game, hit you in the chest and the brain I move weight homie and expand like Scarface Leave you hanging from the chopper like Omar Suarez Ill Bill, suicidal live ayatollah, keeps it liver than al-Qaeda soldiers Sign in the name of Allah Jehovah Portable wars, the blowjobs never stop Freak bitches won't stop, sniffin' till their nose pop Nose candy enthusiast Bitches able to swallow an entire one liter bottle, abuser shit We super gangsta, accurately cruising for bangers Ya'll in the womb rappers, happily remove you with hangers We move like a federation of terror Put you under the dirt, cus ain't no room in this equation for error [Chorus 2X] Why Don’t We Fall In Love[Intro: Raekwon:] Yeah (whadup) Another, another my nigga [Verse 1: Raekwon] We that cold weather Sunk in the tent Phone Valetta had the sweater Paid 9 grand, on call machete Fascinating in gun fights, wallabies is Chris It's like a fresh new rhyme on the disk Cut niggas like Zorro Bullhorn gaff the borough that's Staten New Brighton hell niggas, what's happening? Harbor where the gangsters live Stapleton, Smooth Willie's All of us fly high Peace to my goon Gilley Chef, criminals have to eat ferocious Six wheels, Maybach black, blowing on roaches The empire is built from the ground up I come around, what? You get nothin' now Stand there all frowned up The emperor especially in buildings Got a temper No money coming slapping Something down, it's suspenders Now back to my shorty at hand How you want it? What's the plan? Just be cool Converse with your man [Verse 2: Amerie] So many things I'm going through So much that I wanna do It's starting to become so clear to me Tomorrow ain't really guaranteed So many days I've thought of you It's about time you knew the truth Got to act quickly you and I We fall in love So many reasons why [Hook: Amerie] Why don't we? Why don't we? Why don't we? Why don't we? Why don't we fall in love? [Bridge: Amerie] Why don't we fall in love? It's so many reasons It's the only thing that lies to me [Verse 3: Amerie] It takes such a load off to let you know That you're the only one I never want to go Things I never did Now I want to do And love I never felt Now I feel for you Why? I want to just swallow Each and every ounce of my pride Everything you do I wanna feel again Ain't no use for us to pretend [Hook: 2x] [Outro:] Come with me Tomorrow ain't guaranteed To The Top[Verse 1: Maino] Let's take it to the top like a escalator To touch me, you need a elevator Black mob, my team strong, my style greater Smooth criminal, white linen on yellow gaiters Started with a dream to make it to a key Now, we hoppin' outta cars that never use a key Came out hard off credit cards and open schemes Now, it's women who make a livin' right on their knees All them nights, prayed a night for better days Feelin' like Biggie in them Versace Shades Vegas lights, sparkles bright, I got a wave Feelin' right, bitches nice, I can't behave Chillin' in Miami with my Cuban piece She won't let me leave, grabbing on my Cuban linen Pop Models, pop mollies in large dose Pack light, pack hammers at them Award Shows [Verse 2: Raekwon] Smoke screen, cooler than them boats, sellin' choke, jump out, the whole world know us I'm only rich, floating Real Deal Bentley, niggas Feel them heaters, we them Beatles Pull out on family members, snaking leaders Quarter-Million shit on the stove Got some real Brooklyn killer-stack niggas with me Spit on your globe Got my Lawyer in the back of the foyer Eatin' sauteéd fish, pass the goya My gun named Toya Marble Floors in the Benz The rims is regular Come through, new lots ? Adorned with a sword in his leather And I've been on the walls In Ossining. And bring it back The best and my cleaver came with me Yo, King with me, reload quickly I'm surely down fifty a cheeba, elloquently I relax in the Waldorf Under the covers, and the sword off Sweat this shit, growing a mohawk Ready to blow off You Might Die[Raekwon] Yo, at night time, reflection from the mural Federal bureau with ikes, did it all our lives We Swiss bankers, cream making in Australia Floss whales, we live, men, plus the son of the Mahalias Gold plated horse with the wooden face, catch me up grace Iceberg blanket, Queen Cheeba sheets The Giganti's, paparazzi nazi, elbow money Invisible glaciers, laying over rastas Let the stars know, the crescent is the blessing We came here to show and prove, make moves, for every dollar in the groove Rhymes that's imported, wore platinum kitchens and shit Niggas gave bitches, most got extorted [Doo Wop] Yo, aqua swiss iceberg wrist, the chocolate swiss miss Love the Spanish kid, with the Starburst twist Marvelous, with the '59, 50 fitteds, matching the kicks That's crispier than Saint Nicolas fish Do take, niggas slipping the disk, Wop and Rae world premiere shit Like Sermon and Smith, homey, my sermom is swift I got them powerful verse, that if This was a church, the'll give a cripple person a lift And now he crip walking, I ain't just talking I do this thing often, ask Kenyon Martin Last week, I gave his chain a bone And told him, take this with you to Boston (the kid's awesome) [Chorus 2X: Raekwon] From every borough to borough, every castle to castle We connect, put it down, and we ask you Real niggas rapidly past you, mumbling, come on Standing right in front of the building, son, nigga, you might die [Doo Wop] Yo, I came across the Verrazano, to polly with Mr. Polly, himself Plus I need a pair of wally's with the cheddar melt Goat snake skin to coincide with the belt It's doe or die, baby, like Sosa, hold your penny up high [Raekwon] Aiyo, inkless colorless Aston, toast, nigga, post One of the finest made taylors to sow My medicine's growth, young popes, greatest of all time Spoke, who drove off, had sixty horses on post It's automatic magic, thirty kangols Understand, fabric spray at faggots, close The legacy's dying, fakers approach, hit him with the hater soap Clap at your gators and snatch your hoe [Doo Wop] It's the 2 double 0 3, version of the Cold Crush And Force MC's, I'm bout to force mc's To get their weight up, yo Rae, I'm a DJ, and I'm still telling Rap cats, to step they game up, ain't that some shit, playa? [Interlude: Raekwon] Hahaha, yeah bulletproof armor tank shit, nigga P-9 material only, real niggas, Sing Sing style Word up [Chorus 2X] Footsteps in the dark[Verse 1: Raekwon] Catch me in them fisherman hats, rocking cannons kid New improved Nikes on, flying through Atlanta Kid Lounging, piffery lit, look who we wit Yeah Denzel, Samuel, Brett Farve, and Brad Pitt Chilling in thou kid, 2-1 and thou and a suit case Bet that now lets blow the blue base Def George Clooney and his goonies, wrapped up big Play the left table the bitch with the wig I looked, thats my nigga She was a crooked one, yeah thats my nigga Shuffling cards bitches bras off niggas is card sharks They Jakes, crooked ass hops in the mix Yeah we posted up assassins is laughing Niggas in yellow Bentleys ninjas in front of the building They from Cali p's gangster, chief eats They're known to sweet beef then break out lay low in the Aspens [Verse 2: The Isely Brothers] Are we really sure Can a love that lasted for so long still endure? Do I, really care? Hey, hey Let's talk about the distractions goin' on elsewhere [Chorus] I keep hearin' footsteps baby In the dark, in the dark Why? I keep hearin' footsteps baby In the dark, in the dark My mind drifts now and then Lookin' down dark corridors and wonders what might have been Something's up ahead Hey, should I keep this same direction or go back instead? [Chorus] Honey, now lets stop walkin' around When there's love lost to be found And you know I still care, I still care What's the sense in goin' elsewhere? Who feels really sure? Can that feelin' guarantee your happiness shall endure? And do we, really care? Hey, hey Let's look at what's been happenin' and try to be more aware [Chorus] Yeah, lets stop walkin' around Well when there's love lost, lost to be found Honey, you know I still care, I still care What's the sense in goin', goin' elsewhere? Honey, lets stop walkin' around and around and around When there's no love to be found Baby, you know, I still care, I still care What's the sense of goin', goin' elsewhere? Russian Cut[Lord Superb] I was blacked out with shades at the wake of my man He's so grand, Had plans to go legit but couldn't quit Misfit mentalities lead to death young, Hold your tongue Don't get strung and fall victim to the street life For real it's real, Still we blast steel Write your will cause we will, Kill at will when it's real Cream Team is the sun's equation, In this nation of free-basin Crimes we be lacin, Keys get cut like Jason Lifes we erasin, He got a lead donation at Jay Street train station In the theater, I saw the drama go on They actin like it can't happen, I yapped em did you clap em That's confidential information, I move like Perry Mason Inside Pappy Mason, Raekwon gave me education He said it's one nation, Power in his bitch station Queens was mine like, Fiends was mine And we ain't pussy, Murder seeds we hot Never divid, Even if our dreams collide, Yall on the other side [Raekwon] Thermometers hot, Shit boilin The cast of Troy, Gun on my lap boy, Black boys shoot moist Python linger from the Nike armor The Prince Charmer, Select big armor now it's horror Multi, Say it again, We regulate and take your pies Rae had a mask on and blue eyes Dirty work technique, Smoother the crime out like jerk meat Merkin in the burnt three, He hurt me Wild iris, Slide twist to Cyrus, Benz boat pirates The ocean blue Nikes on, The livest Blast sharks, Cliques like Noah's ark with darts Me, Brush and cut it out in seventeen parts The blood version, Three hundred rock watch surgeon Broke, My man hold me, We all hold totes, Bring it on huh The telethon, Seance, Smooth like suede on a baby arm All grey on, The hygienic, Grinch list on my wish list Gettin dusted up, Quick to stick ninety-seven up There go Meryl Lynch mits, Brownsville bitch Light the switch, Watch to ice ship, Shallah priceless Big fish eat little fish faggot, Go head and try to rag it Me, I just throw it down bag it, We blow holy Roll a Dutch, Shout out to Power Cypher yeah Hey Love[Verse 1: Raekwon] Ayo I stabbed her in the mouth And said peace you know I love you Meet me in the park, lets park I'll blow a blunt with you Nigga I'm the truth kid last seen spotted in Vegas [?] Kicks on the last lord skatin' Bankrupt niggas, fuck em' we bank robbers in Chukas Casino champs who ride around frontin' Czonka shirts, half moon Caesars Word to Regis they need us Them old timer niggas move prestigious Salmon, back slamma, backgammon playa' Move V's us niggas all across the board bitches I truly must say to dudes who upstate I feel ya pain Now champagne bottles is gettin' drained We toast to the real ones Who walk around with silks and knives on Pumas,[?], [?] on Dons vs. corny dons, save it [Verse 2: Stevie Wonder] Hey love May I have a word with you? I'd like to tell you, yeah Just what I've been going through My nights are so long As I watch each hour go by Hoping and praying That someday I will be your guy Hey love You're my one true soul desire Hey love, baby Can you feel this burning fire Hey love There's one thing I find so true When you are near me I go through a change or two Hearing your footsteps I hurry to catch your eye And I stand there waiting, yeah But girl, you just walk on by Say love With a cold heart you are dealing Hey love, yeah It's an awful hurting feeling Hey love Don't pass me without some sign Just look me over, yeah You might want to change your mind Die Tonight[Verse 1] So when it's over, we demanding our weapons Stop, cock, shoot, now I'm in the ghost of perfections Smooth Willie chilling with his Spartans Fart in front of your bitch, squeeze her tits, move aside, pardon Paid niggas don't talk, just straight to the bar Buy the whole shit out, then light up a bark Colorful kings, wardrobes is different from yours You don't want no beef, better take it to Moe's Put the drink on the side and say what My mans with the turban on, mouth froze Y'all niggas is fucked He was my son out of Gun Hill, I know him through Tec If it's the last thing we do, we gon get at his neck Bartender, give me the check Keep him right here, I'll be back Now everybody knowing I'm connected Hopped in a 7, left 57 of my wolves This is personal, niggas don't fret Ay yo [Hook] One more man gon die tonight One more hand gon ride tonight If it's a m on the table, I'm down Yo, don't be yapping off at the mouth When niggas don't see dude around [Verse 2] We in Kentucky Fried, lucky guy Him and his kid From the first, bite a bullet woulda flew through his wig Be smooth, chill, wait for the kids Older nigga not that stupid to see the gun on his rib Fuck it, catch him by the crib Yo, he live with his wiz She the bow-legged stripper bitch we fingered in Liv For a buck, she would guzzle your kids And let you kick a tall-boy Heineken up in the shit This wack-ass nigga fronting, yap about bids Behind the walls, niggas pissed on him, gave him the biz Just a tough guy fronting cause he famous and shit Back in '89, baby crimes, rape and some shit We should have killed him then He dusted, look at his bib I should have milked him right there and then Fuck it, son, yo, guzzle the gin Let's make the movie occur To blow up in a Spur, yelling win [Hook] Legacy[Verse 1: Raekwon] Here's the deal, 300 mil, we in the field With the boots on, police on us for real And I love it, my guns is rugged, bulletproof vans with plans To stay gangstered up and scramble With the rest of the stresses, the tests My bank HSBC, yeah, feel all my blessings While wild out, I'm mild out, calm and humble Blow a hole in your soldier, come through Beyond that, guns for combat, right in front of the lobby My hobby just too ill to saw black He ain't the shit, we ain't the shit But we will squeeze for them keys, point black and spank ya shit Always in Nike, pen filled gooses, leather knockouts on, Tropican' juices One false move I'm pressing niggas, automatic buttons on 4/5ths Nigga, what, respect the niggas [Hook: Caesar] Legacy, you're the don, legacy, you're the king Stories of the hood, lights, the fame bring We runs the past, the strong survive For perfection we strive, the legends alive [Verse 2: Xzibit] Yeah, what up, Rae? Yeah, living legend They say nothing worth having comes easily Let's go get in, buzz it down and spread it out evenly Camouflage my rides, blend with the scenery And bang in the face of my enemy Divine from the waist ain't no killing me, it runs in my family Bloodline, prepare for the best, through tough times Fifty car caravan, anything jumping Got the wheel real big with the rims still rubbing But my rims ain't touching, I'm a Defcon button I'm a Russian made Kalashnikov, motherfucker The same thing that builds you up, ain't reserve notes Watermarks stacked, In God We Trust But any man can and will be crushed, heaviest move like elephant tusk Think you better adjust the way you approach, don't get too close Because you might get hit with a shitbag, and a wheelchair dented in zig-zag [Hook] Legacy, you're the don, legacy, you're the king Stories of the hood, lights, the fame bring We runs the past, the strong survive For perfection we strive, the legends alive [Murs] Huh, Murs, yo Now when I first started out, they said I wouldn't make it I'm made of less metal, probably just couldn't take it I roll with my aces, certified assassins Mid-city militia, we come through smashing We fucking with them butterknives, we swinging them katanas Sharper than piranhas, cutting through your body armor It's all about honor, man, respect the code Touch a point on your neck and make your chest explode And the water turns vets into vegetables You gotta, stay on point or be the next to go Whether, dickies or chucks, or the guess and low It's all one love, homie, rep your coast Cause fame is elusive, respect is the prize Is he less of a man, you can check through his eyes Those guys with subversive plots Be the ones you despise, and the first to watch, hah [Hook] Wake UpChorus - (One) gun go off, showin' everything is lost (Two) hold between me and you, these the rules, c'mon (Three) yo, we gotta stand together to take cream'n (Four) without me and you the crew just could never be Verse 1: Imaginative mental, blood flyin' The most hardest niggas cock they iron Foul, live like a Lion Listen to the streets and your gun go off Sorta like a show off Jungle way of livin', hittin' dro off Lifestyle changes niggas see that They gettin' anxious just to throw one in your ski hat Watch your language, yeah, you fresher than a Million bucks You got a new hustle, you hardly knew niggas would envy lust They gettin' hungrier and niggas bust They lit a bigger dutch Fixin' them Calicos to dig your guts Detectives roam Niggas come home and got a bigger dome Ready to zone on what a nigga own Caught in the mischief How can you live when it's a sickness That sorrounds that projects and the trenches Walkin' through the bushes at night You gotta be sharp like a butcher knife Subtly show up when the jooks is right And everything will have a major like Whether it's black or white Nobody knows until they snatch your life Wake up son, the season's just a thing the mind make up It's only real kid, ha, wake up! Chorus 2x Verse 2: The meat market pardon me, the heat market Chill, we got it on lock, the nigga got to sweet talkin' I gotta eat and got the beast targeted Relax, my Brothers on 'role, niggas got police barkin' They want us killed, sieze the sargent Blowin' each cartridge We ill, realer in each market Feel the leather jacket, sleek ostrich Unleash the arsonist, just popped the wig off of each hostage Make it real and make his niece watch it Yokin' Grandmothers up, we kill until his peeps squash it Verse is somethin' mean regardless A green jar of harvest Just smoke, niggas got the green Garcia's A terrifying team of heartless Move on the Narcs's We only on it for extreme profits And anyway we dream darkness I saw it through the Jean Paul Gotier mint green gleam optics So wake up Son, the season's just a thing the mind make up It's only real kid, ha, wake up Chorus 2x Verse 3: A message from Elijah's kids My eyes opened, got wise on the biz Start risin' my wig Seen everything I saw before Had dreams behind a wall All I wanted was to balance my all Make it through feedin' my kind Readin' the lines On how the dollar bill is shaped and designed Taught from the Eighties Talk, build, and protect all Babies Strong shelters with strong Ladies A nigga died, died amongst Daisies He did it for the Babies Thats peace, feed 'em if they gettin' lazy Chorus 2x Gotta Have It[Chorus: Boy Big] See we gotta have it Me and my niggas here to lay you down Ain't playing, so hit the floor And don't make no fucking sound We gotta have it We move just like the mob, do This game is real, caps get peeled Fuck around, I'll have to murk you [Raekwon] Yo, from cocktails, 3-80's with the M-1, we bury the jewelry store Posting, yelling 'get yours', we on Pivot Coke pilot mink, Kay Gatling Island, Trini and Chi All day gangsta, murda niggas, sleep We at the red light, mapped 'em, drove through, as all block Caught they attention, I leaned Time Magazine with my face on it, how we position the CREAM Niggas is large, they all start scheming Whatever, truck 'em in them leathers, we was stuck together Fuck around and have to shoot off fingers, yo You know it, approach the glass with the maskes on No time for freeze, just pull out and blast on 'em Sat back, Denzel status, Man on Fire Had the burner with the flash on it Skated with six hundred and cash, he did the dummy We splashed 'em, then boat it in a CLS glass, we vicious [Chorus] [Brolic] Come one, I see my cash is getting low And if I can't shake no dough, what the fuck am I living for It's easy for my heater, just to let these niggas know At the same time, I will take mines to persue to my cash flow You know you gotta be sick with it Call up my mans, cuz we about to go get it A hundred grand is you wit it, a smash for the cause Looting to the spot, putting everybody on pause Let me see a broke jaw, nigga, I want it all I'm talking to all of ya'll, don't get it, you gon' fall Or fuck it, you gon' crawl, my nigga, we laying law We cock back the strap, attack and shake it off [Chorus] [Gravy] Glocks'll get at you, and body your position In this rap, fire my ratchet, I'm shutting this rap Caddy steel, face the back, or blown the fuck off from rap Reach across and blow this shit out your boss in the back Survived in a porsche, I rap, at a buck 80 verse Or verse, daddy, let's do it for change I'm forty eight hundred grams, one chain, the trend, a new range Or any project bench, with all my shit on Flashy don, Gucci on uptowns Fucking up classics, gay baskets, D.H. niggas Won't snitch for shit, criminals that spit Oh shit, I forgot all about you man, twenty and change Ferocious tongues, coming at you, redirecting your whole shit Blunt stole, dealing sick Glocks'll blow chunks out your face, looking up in the sky Seeing Ol' Dirty's face in the cloud [Chorus 2X] I’m A BossRicky Ross, Raekwon the chef Thrill 5 M I A, yo Y'all know what time it is, trilla, boss When I'm in the crib, know what time it is I'm trying to get a mill, so money I can feel Fuck a bank account, boss, keep my money in bags If you coming here funny, I'm gunning your ass Nigga, take a look at me, Ross, tell me what's fucking funny Bitch, I'm a top shotter, see all the macks, gunny Now I'm the pacman, I keep the packs coming And I got a whole lot, so when that shack coming, baby I can hold mine or I can pitch back Or I can run an option, get it popping, whip that All my Cuban links, still rocking they Cuban Linx And they ready to swim, give me the Cuban six I got it orchestrated 'cause I'm a communist Running for the charms, some left on the wrist My nigga Raekwon, yeah, he the fucking chef So what we cook in the kitchen, he taste the fucking best Nigga, I'm a boss, you can catch me with the top knocked off In the trap, getting blocks knocked off 'Cause nigga, I'm a boss and I'ma show these niggas I ain't gotta talk I got a chauffeur, nigga, I ain't got to walk 'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, cross the line, pay the fine top cost Lose your mind when the nine pop off 'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss 'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss You know we rich, Rick, my vultures, they get dip, we posting It's in motion when that blow come, we flip-flip Can't take us nowhere, pa, too many spaceships Lay in the open, new Nike's with glaciers Love robbing niggas, cracking heads open It's like tennis, pa, I'm like Venus with the legs smoking Piping hot heroes, gun deleros, new Aston Sky blue jammy, skating on zeros Shorts on, tree lance, cable on, hang to my navel Diamond down, smoking cheeba, Grey Goose Dreaming bout lasagna, the beat watery Half glass of Whiskey, fly light skin little shorty All my bitches they bang, it's obvious, we be the gods Rep me and my mobster sang We monsters, rocket launchers, razor blades With wands on, shoot up the telly, go bonkers Nigga, I'm a boss, you can catch me with the top knocked off In the trap, getting blocks knocked off 'Cause nigga, I'm a boss and I'ma show these niggas I ain't gotta talk I got a chauffeur, nigga, I ain't got to walk 'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, cross the line, pay the fine top cost Lose your mind when the nine pop off 'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss 'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss Yo, I'm the money collector for that money I'll stretch ya I flat line you with that gun that's up under my dresser I be handling pies, goddamn it I'm fly It's so high, that if I jump I'll land in the sky You ain't pushing no weight, you a pussy, you fake I be cooking that base, butter just look at they face Lite keep 'em coming back, the Don, keep 'em coming back It's the boss and Rick Ross on the fucking track Nigga, I'm a boss, you can catch me with the top knocked off In the trap, getting blocks knocked off 'Cause nigga, I'm a boss and I'ma show these niggas I ain't gotta talk I got a chauffeur, nigga, I ain't got to walk 'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, cross the line, pay the fine top cost Lose your mind when the nine pop off 'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss 'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss Back Stabbers[Intro: Raekwon] Bring some of that chocolate. God damn. Let's get it Titanium niggas [Verse 1: Raekwon] Potentest smoker wrote this The nigga in a black Aston an he roll with Ghost They like two wild Jamaicans that don't play Bud and guns get blown, lift the top of your toupee Fingers on the side of my eyes Don't care about the next niggas thoughts Kiss ya corpse and die Behead niggas the sword got a license Driving a new S, kidnap niggas like ISIS Fuckery I hate it See a lot of them snake niggas live next to you, just sayin' In the Mandalay faded Don Julio, waiter tip the whore, stop playing, get acquainted Look you the Chef, the cook, I got stressed and looked He had a vest on, expect the jux We got your back daddy, hood niggas got you Word in jail don't let nothing touch the God or shots [Verse 2: The O'Jays] (What they do) (They smile in your face) All the time they want to take your place The back stabbers (back stabbers) (They smile in your face) All the time they want to take your place The back stabbers (back stabbers) All you fellows who have someone And you really care, yeah, yeah Then it's all of you fellows Who better beware, yeah yeah Somebody's out to get your lady A few of your buddies they sure look shady Blades are long, clenched tight in their fist Aimin' straight at your back And I don't think they'll miss (What they do) (They smile in your face) All the time they want to take your place The back stabbers (back stabbers) I keep gettin' all these visits From my friends, yeah, what they doin to me They come to my house Again and again and again and again, yeah So are they there to see my woman I don't even be home but they just keep on comin' What can I do to get on the right track I wish they'd take some of these knives off my back (What they do) (They smile in your face) All the time they want to take your place The back stabbers (Back stabbers) Low down, dirty (What they do) (They smile in your face) Smiling faces Smiling faces sometimes tell lies (back stabbers) (They smile in your face) I don't need low down Dirty bastards (back stabbers) Rap Killers[Intro: Raekwon] The Vatican, underground academy Jazze Cuts, Skeezo, good looking (Yo, Kay what up, let's go baby) [Raekwon] Nine silver Ferrari's, hard body Moving through the town, with brown on us Clowns don't love us, discussed and ropes on The oath, the big mold bread, the stages is red You never reapproach, bulletproof down in diesel shit Lethal with the pen, the sequel, bitch Rich will deceive you, flying at 90, the boss Red Porsche, this the time when I get mine I rhyme til I'm hoarse, good weather, caught in the cross Break porcelain when I rap, it's only right I flash on the source, extra my curriculars major Register this, we miss you will die later Caught in a bliss, this stormy weather winter hat Moving in with Benz jackets and action This is all about who get endorsed This for stabbers, night time paper Mick Jaggers Jag Benz Maybach braggers, caught up in the sport Speak French and eat with the chimps, the underground academy I rap rapidly and clap at the pimps One shot'll blow a hostile's wig off Me crafted by the mobsters, Vatican's blast ya shit off I'm caught up in the level of largeness Chef Oliver, a denny boy, getting money, we mob kids Pushing through Paris, lavish lifestyle with no marriage Only big Euro's, we hero's [Hook: Raekwon] We them rap killers (come through the town, dunny move) We them rap killers (fuck around with mine and you lose) We them rap killers... I’ll Be Good[Intro] Hey yo, lemme get a turkey burger. Swiss cheese on it Give me some, some fries, sweet potato fries and shit [Verse 1: Raekwon] He got popped at Johnny [?],plate hit the floor, he played dead, she walked out Fuck the nigga Rae White leather bloody Yo call the ambulance nigga, your wife shot you yo pa this is ugly Pointed to the charm on his neck, took it off, "Give it to Brenda" His old aunt, she transgender Yo I don't know him. Police jumped out rollin Get away, he got a boulder, sipping Coca-Cola Officer Brown, a faggot He killed my kin Big Case in October Nigga started lookin, fuck you I'm booking And bounced, threw my shick on the ground, I'm coming Brooklyn Never been a shook one, if anything [?] I book niggas Full time hustler, yup crook niggas Yeah we seen what happened, young nigga thirty years old His father was into cooking [Verse 2: Rene & Angela] Flash, we meet Passin' in the streets Words unspoken Silence unbroken, hey Just by chance We fell into romance The cry of success Left no room to guess Oh, no (Oh, no) Love has knocked us down and scored We've been twice around the block before Know the changes you've been through My promise is to you I'll be good Ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh) Better than before You know I'll love you more I'll be good Ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh) Better than before You know I'll love you more I fell in love so quick I knew that this was it So much emotion Made so much devotion And when we talk We're never miles apart Your telephone line Is tied right to my heart (Love me, baby) Your love has knocked me down and scored (Knock me out, baby) You may hide and close your door (Baby, baby) Open up, I swear it's true (What you gonna do) I'll be good {I just wanna be good} To you (How good) Better than before (Mmm...) You know I'll love you more I'll be good Will you be good, boy {So good}, so good {Hey} Better than before You know I'll love you more When we talk We're never miles apart Telephone line (Telephone line) Tied straight to my heart I fell in love so quick I thought my mind was playin' tricks One twist of fate Made it somethin' so great Let me show you how to live Stop goin' from town to town Don't be afraid to give Time to settle down When I'm good I'm bad And when I'm bad I'm better When I'm at my best There's no room to guess I'll be good Ooh, ooh, ooh Better than before You know I'll love you more I'll be good Ooh, ooh, ooh Mmm... ooh I'll be good Better than before Know I'll love you more Better than before You know I'll love you more I'll be good, good, good, good I'll be good, good, good, good I'll be good, good, good, good I'll be good, good, good, good I'll be good, good, good, good I'll be good, good, good, good The Watch(featuring Raekwon) [singer] Tony for mayor.. (x4) [Ghostface Killah] Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish Doors is crisp, velour stop at the wrist Watch is involved, talk to me Trick Daddy I liked the way you tilt ya hat up in that Caddy son Can't believe you the most slept on Took a break since the Cuban, niggas lookin' like you just repped wrong You done slimmed down a bit, got caught with the hammer Steal banners, medical examiners, clocked live hammers For real, you a live nigga, rock ya five in ya slippers Like them other five guys in ya picture Come on, watch, I'm the star of the show, so blow then Mothafucka, you ain't blew in three years You son of a bitch, that's why I rock the big shit Don't forget who you is, nigga, you my little shit I will crush you to pieces, stop ya heart from tickin' And you mad 'cause you a older clock, couple rocks missin' And my Breitling--the band: you can say it's iced lightning You don't like him, do you? You wanna fight him In fact, I should've put you back, relaxed on the stones And copped the two-thousand leather in snow cones A bowl of milk almost killed you, ak, you almost drowned in Pops I bought another box, I'ma keep it real with you And I'ma murder you if ya bitch-ass get on my nerves again [Raekwon (as "the watch")] Yo, Ghost, you'se a funny nigga Turn on the radio, all you hear is X and Jigga Ha ha, you vexed, nigga? No airplay [Ghostface Killah] Bet my gat spray [Raekwon (as "the watch")] Yo, that's hearsay you spray hairspray And up North, nigga, you ain't gettin' jailplay [Ghostface Killah] (How you know?) [Raekwon (as "the watch")] Yo, it's obvious, Clan's day [Ghostface Killah] Hold on, let me park my shit Let me find out this nigga barkin' and shit I'm a Don of this shit And you know that shit I wrote with Golden Arms is a hit My Wallos show off, go off like an alarm in the six Draped in yellow and I'm still poppin' My movie life in the hood is like an ill doctrine Beat trial with illegal aide, fuck Cochrane And if it's on I might blow you if I'm boxed in.. {*echoes*} [Raekwon (as "the watch")] Yo what's wrong man? Yo, yo, yo, what you doin', man? Yo, man, chill out, man [Ghostface Killah] Don't even worry [Raekwon (as "the watch")] Why you.. [Ghostface Killah] Ok [Raekwon (as "the watch")] Come on, son We can't.. don't depart us like that, son Come on [Ghostface Killah] I'ma destroy you [Raekwon (as "the watch")] Come on, man [Ghostface Killah] You pop too much shit [Raekwon (as "the watch")] Come on, man, I'm just tellin' you time [Ghostface Killah] It ain't even like that, you know who bought you A nigga's just fuckin' with you, man [Ghostface Killah] Bye! [singer] Tony for mayor.. {*repeats to fade*} [Outro: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] Yo, let me tell y'all mothafuckas somethin' (Shoot one of those niggas, Lord) We could battle for belts, ice (Type shit) Whatever the fuck you want to do Let me tell y'all somethin' This the Theodore Unit, mothafucka We takin' the bait of this shit That's word to my momma, man (Staten Island, nigga, what, nigga?) Coke, spoon throwers (Get ya money right) (Gotta know how real do this) Slew-footed mothafuckas, I pop all y'all niggas Y'all niggas is fucked, straight up We back in here now, mothafuckas It's the fuckin' Unit, you heard That's the Theodore Unit Y'all mothafuckas better recognize Aight? That's my word (Yeah, nigga, yeah) Good Kush[Hook 2X: Jagged Edge] I said hold up, ma, I'll make you look good, get it understood Don't get it twisted, when I ride through the hood 26 inches, blowing nothing but the good Got the Alpine bumping [Raekwon] Extra saucy, fly niggas is flossy, caught 'em in the Bentley wagging Swinging remorsely, guns I'm waving 'em Braze a nigga facial, still in the hood, got my hands and them lazers, now Blow them niggas labels down, rhyme, I brag Yellow Jag', elephant black leather The Tuskigi look, I master the swagger rhyming Playing corners, shopping enormous, rocking black watch faces The band is racist, I'm mourning I feel like Malcolm in his prime, nines on me Kill them lines, we living in them airs with wears You heard of us, the most powerful glastrinomical I'm used to big shit, light hitting off the big tower, boo You know I'm puffin' that good kush, hood 'dro, slide through Antique whip, helping the hood blow, I'm all about papers The face makers, who chase heavy, thick cake, head of the state Fire escape capers... Who Shot Ya (Freestyle)[Intro] No that nigag didn’t come out of a motherfuckin’ balloon in the air That nigga’s ill, he landed on the projects with that shit Crazy, B, crazy Ah man, it’s this nigga Rae right here, right Yeah, 2013 bullets, huh? That’s what I’m talkin’ about Real [Verse] Fly down to Vegas and fuck, drop a half a ‘mil Table it up, silks cable it up I’m from the grain, entertainers get scooped and trapped Pull a navy blue Uzi out and roof your ‘Lac Crap table, King, Black Jack, gangsters with chains on 69 blue jean denims, OJs on Relax, blunt’s on me, black weed gritty Parlay with the wrangler posse in the city, yo Overdose confidence, gun in the console, concord jet to the Congos Bagging everything up, swag on a million, blindfold Can’t see nothing I wear, fronting out here They ask me how I’m eating, I be hunting out here, yeah Godzilla rap and them labels Hugh blow fiend, heron don, Levis is plainclothes So many rings plus surrounded by kings Sitting back in the fourth row, examining Queens They like “Chef, yo, you built for it meet at the Biltmore” Any violations I agree to get killed for it Where’s the real rap? Niggas is lost now Hmm, how much it cost now to marry it up? Divorce it, blaow, extortion style Shoot the first nigga who talk, you lost your style My next album might be called The Wild Wolverines, bears and whales, no snails Foxes, good Great Danes, that’s all, he Cale Kill all the rats, for real They live in the hoods They all come out convinced to sell Little clothes niggas is frail ‘Cause when he rap it’s like poisonous lines that’s rich Mix together virgin blood and gallons of piss, yo The real lowdown in the midst I come like Sandy in the middle of the year like Christmas Kango, Santa skully, emerald green Rockin’ dark green Wallabies, blowing the beam On the go, yo, bowling for cream And I’ll be here for the next ten years for the team [Outro] Yo, oh shit Pacquiao just got knocked the fuck out by Marquez, nigga Oh shit Giant Size* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean [Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team] What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit? We the billion dollar boys club What you got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that? Three rings and a hair cut or some shit? Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby Heavy hitters, New York City Giants Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature Pop off [Superb of American Cream Team] I don't rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos Your label ship gold, but only copper sold Perb got flows, everybody and God knows Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop those Used to be a thug, now he wear cop clothes Try to come to the hood and we shot hoes [Chip Banks of American Cream Team] I don't care who you got a deal wit or who you chill wit Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on some real shit Till the Chef be like (Chill, kid) That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to transtate me Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino [Killa Sin of Killarmy] These rap icons, mass spit fire out of cons Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my python We squeeze off, long disc when we piss Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is blastphemist Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my name Knowin damn well, I'm hurtin the same What part of the game you playin? Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three months ago you was on You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't loned Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my truck Strip him and smack him up for actin up Be slitherin, hit him in the rips again Broke the code of honor that we livin in Depleted the whole click, is never when But never that [Chorus: Raekwon] Aiyyo, there it go again, same shit, just rep Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin Worldwide, niggas look live, collection cream by a land slide Settin up to son, won the grand prize Stand up, why? Where it came from? Accord and the 5 Where the name from? Read the Rob, yo Yo, while we handglide, slang lye Chill, ya better recognize, cuz it's cut out for big shit, Giant Size [Polite of American Cream Team] Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where everythin is real Nights was tough, days came hard as steel Still we played the field like players witout contracts Broke the trends and the fans far beyond that Comin to America, now we tradin places (uh-huh) New faces in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh) ]From all the squeezin, they callin the precinct We could battle in ya PJ's or battle in the becon! [Raekwon] I kick vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk Playin cards, young start wildin on dunns with guns Remmy doctor, old man jams with voice of Hoffa Chill, slap shorty up at the opera (Battle in the becon!) Uncle got the Kangaroo, rock the Kangaroo, boo Start cursin out white boys shoes, you wild Thirstin Howl wit a growl start barkin at crowds He actin like he got shark skin now [Kingpin of American Cream Team] I lace my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I mean Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant chemist American Cream Team, billion buck spenders Strip boutiques, advantage, get move on We too strong, the menace, nothin to lose con Yachts we cruise on, money that's too long Pull out a check book, coupon, purchase the Yukon [Chorus] [Outro: Raekwon] It's never been a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade) Run (Freestyle)[Intro: Raekwon] Son! Come on, man Leave them Phillies, man, we out, man, let's go, man... [Raekwon] I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest I had to break free, police on me and they FB's Yelling "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze" That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, y'all need me That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is (Run) That's what it is, what it is, yo (Run) That's when they try to get biz to niggas Gold objects, flying through the projects Young thugs is ducking, send babies to Spofford Purple Jag[Intro: Raekwon (Postaboy)] What up soldier? (What up playboy?) Yeah, yeah this is Shaolin reporting in (OK) Checkin' you out, I'm hearin' about Force Reveal (yeah, yeah) They said one kid, that's standin' real grown out there right now (I, go, by the name of Posta) That's my man! So, yo, son? (What up, Rae?) You know what you gotta do! [Postaboy] Aiyo, I don't give a fuck what level you on When the metal is drawn, either your life or your bezel is gone I don't really wanna hurt ya'll fags but I'm sitting on paper I got Universal mad, Raekwon in a purple Jag P.B. in a cantaloupe Hummer with commercial tags Ya'll ask the chicks who wrap the bricks I'm out to give Harlem, a quick flashback of Rich I'm blow like C4, burn up be more Layin' that Cheetah, next day in a G4 Think like a veteran, choppin' and measurin' Always got a way, but God got eleven in Little kids follow me, women, they acknowledge me New year, new rules, and a new policy Posta good, Posta hood, Posta real, Posta do what Posta could P.B. stay blowin' a stink When the girls give me a hug, they all smell the dro on the mink Go line for line, dart for dart, heart to heart We layin' on top of charts See me buggin on Melrose, low top shell toes Suede addition, U.S. don't sell those Posta hot, Posta not, did Posta flop? Please get off of, of Posta cock [Interlude; Postaboy] OK? Ya'll little chumps roll out the red carpet For the Postaboy, man, I got Uncle Rae with me Raekwon the Chef, is in the building Might wanna holla! [Raekwon] Catch me at a Balley convention, sweater look, worth the money Auctionin' and buy me a building Matter fact niggas, might try to bubble in it You know, the X.T. Click, niggas fell in love with it Jumpin' out of Akademic jumpers, Nike pumps, jewelry down G'in' like Trump, sweetie, you drunk Position my thoughts, heavy loss Root for the Maybach, one for your girl, you write it off With the new color, only six made, we in the world, like Whatever we rockin', that's on the trade Whata's the verdict? It's murder, we preserve, niggas Automatic birds, hang gun hammers, grenades, got words on you Swerve on you, browsin', all through your housing Jakes stop me, try to take forty thousand Playin' it kid, you won't make a thousand Yeah, the Larry Davis version, force to build Shaolin [Outro: sample] But now my time, has come And time, time, is not on you side Calligraphy[Intro] My nigga give me a few dimes Going up the block to bag the eights up [Verse] Congratulations young nigga now your gun game's grown With no respect for your elders I'ma mail y'all clones Y'all been fighting but no change came Mami just maintain, sick lessons from Rae, we dated in Spain Eating good foods, he's a good dude Word to your pops, they had a beef, Rae shot him in his twat Wisen up shorty pull up your Evisu's Weisel You can't make a living with no knowledge, you see Juice? White man with regals, pull up to the crib with a fucked up joint Fly laugh get to the point, peoples Y'all get to here what I say I'm the invincible to y'all non-lynchable is Rae Just give me my paper I'ma meet Shaq in Jamaica And close down the Bally store, them bricks made me wake up The police they swore when they catch me they would snatch me And bury me alive with some old dough exactly Stocks and kangos quit fucking around, don't slip Sparking every leaf, I slang those mangos Bag of zigs mind your business, while establish my businesses All I get is money flying them sixes, uhh My blood pressure off the meat rack, come to the lab check the heat rack A few silencers, fours, my doors they swing like whores in London Stertchpants and stripes, strangling jaws Dick sucks on weekends, smoke cheeba in the beacon You know my nigga Keyon and leak friend? Slick talk this weed [?] The hardest wool legged and sheep skins Asshole[Intro: Raekwon] Let's do this shit, man Word up, let me get this dutch out Yo look, stupid motherfucka got bagged across the street, look at him He a fucking clown, I told that nigga, man, damn, man [Raekwon] Ayo, son a asshole, he just got bagged Tried to fuckin' tell a nigga, yo, he just laughed, I smoked me a bag I felt bad, but yo, I had still had to call up his dad Yo dun, your son got rocked with thirty one cracks, he just spazzed Dropped his corn beef hash, call granny up Actin' like he hear me, "Yo Rae, call us a cab" You mad, you not getting me to go with your ass Trying to walk up in the preacher with your smoked out ass We got there, nigga scratching his beard, yeah You got it from here, I'm airin', I won't be the victim you flash Picture this shit, this dumb ass Get to pointin' niggas out, talkin' whoomp, whoomp, whoomp, I blow past White cops staring at me, by then, they threw the fare at me I was just a dare, Mr. Woods, ear tapped me Yo, holla at me, Priest surrounded me, then popped collars at me I was on some bullshit, laughing Questionin' the size of me, shorty, pop singin' like the Isley He all high, and his eyes won't lie to me Yo ride with me, yo, you wildin' Cops is on the floor out of it, I'm like a child in a robbery Yeah nigga, popping your shit, keep poppin' your lip That little white crust, fell off his fit You just an asshole, fuck you Rae, fuck all them niggas in the building That never kept it real with a play Not the frame, Rae, analyze the picture, you'se a bitch nigga Your son, your life, they all gon' get ya Let's talk business for what? Get off them niggas They don't respect you, I'm the cat paying ya bitches [Chorus: Raekwon] Niggas that be snitchin' on the block, kid Son, you gotta just be watch your move Niggas don't be having no respect, kid The'll try to knock you off, off Taking it right to your mom's apartment Jumping out on the front of your whip So many niggas all in your business Now the system on your dick, quick Chupa Cabra[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah yeah yo Yeah yeah we got a big meeting tonight and shit man Word up I got everybody coming through Know what I'm saying? It's about 60 employees Niggas got a lotta shit on the table man Word up man some big things been happening but shit You know what I'm saying? I just want to inform niggas Word up man come get this bread too man word up man [Verse 1: Raekwon] We at the [?] blowing on piff Got the spliff barking my wrist glaring up Blazing cold shark skin dicing with Tyson and Sugar Ray Burning up a lot of ones cooling in the sauna all kind of Asians Introducing my connects Lexis automor bed She shot in the room and bought out the checks You never know if there's cameras in here I said in low tones flashing the gold phone around with begets Yeah for you it's a big come up good looking out my nigga Ninjas like you I ride to the death I just stared nodding my head said it's peace soldier you just hood clumsy But always kept it real I'm impressed I ran a [?] like I was the best Feeding my whores I gotta ranch spot that's killing up techs The pussy $9.95 only cash no exceptions they all ill with ass injections yo [Hook: N.O.R.E.] Anybody get it, everybody killer Heights like, trife life drug dealer A legend never seen like a chupa cabra CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra [Verse 2: N.O.R.E. & Capone] Homie creeping out the lobby, hot as wasabi I bet the doctor's party couldn't see as high as I be I'm on the second floor with the .44, watching the entrance While you pat him down Glock on the benches We on some cab takin' shit, racist Jamaican shit Put his shoes and money all in a bag we raid him shit Yeah I know this Taliban, Afghanistan Pakistan Tell him, "make a wrong move, then we blast his man" Then I bust off, yellow tops like duck sauce [?] cut from a different cloth His moms is Miss Jones damn why you shoot her Pop? Fuck everybody could get it there's no rules in guap Then 'Pone told me, he was close to him I felt bad, I just put the toast' to him That's minor collateral damage granite, I stick up the planet Take you with the left squeeze it right handed [Hook: N.O.R.E.] Anybody get it, everybody killer Heights like, trife life drug dealer A legend never seen like a chupa cabra CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra Anybody get it, everybody killer Heights like, trife life drug dealer A legend never seen like a chupa cabra CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra [Verse 3: N.O.R.E., Raekwon & (Capone)] Still peeping out the project window, [?] Shorty with the fanny she bimbo, it's simple (She fuck whoever slanging that crushed glass) (Setting niggas up get em stuck while I'm pushing they mustache) Yeah shorty do her [?] Got some niggas trying to come and hang me That shit only got me angry That shit ain't never happen captain I'm right here I'm just involved for the action, now you know my niggas won't fight fair And 28 days later, Al-Qaeda, Noreaga Killers from Haiti to [?] Bringing more machine guns than guerrillas, Navy Seals [?] Obama kept it real he fuck with us And then 'Pone told me, it was his own shorty They cut school together back then they drank forties [?] strawberry and vodka, Russian knockout [?] I had his ho in my chopper fuck [Hook: N.O.R.E.] Anybody get it, everybody killer Heights like, trife life drug dealer A legend never seen like a chupa cabra CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra Anybody get it, everybody killer Heights like, trife life drug dealer A legend never seen like a chupa cabra CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra Dangerous[Raekwon] The kids from the hood is more dangerous Everybody vest up, all the shot callers with aim, stick The three pound, automatic is nasty, raspberry color My shit bloody, with mud on my New Balance Goodness gracious, more lazers, watch my family Had these niggas, these niggas got more Rae shit Three sixty weight, put somethin' in the air He didn't die, but he copped the hearing aid, son New shit, New Balance click, true blue sixes burst The nurses in the joint, who school ninja's The next paragraph might excite you, enlighten you To get up, get hype a little, bust rifles, do him I wrote it like that, to rock wigs, ox' kids Boxes, cops is chasin' niggas to cribs Vision the next verse is classy, ask me How these young niggas get money, the tongue speaks so raspy, yo [Chorus: Raekwon] Yo, ever had a fight with death? Ever recognized you slept Threw ya man out there and left Ya'll niggas ain't never been 'built for' it It's a shame, some niggas live Then fucking get killed for it King Pinz[Intro: Raekwon] Being's that it's gettin' ready to go Yo, you know that sound? Yeah, some bad from here Yeah, this real right here, I'm back, boy I'm back... that's my word, it's goin' down, man Watch my voice man Different from other cat's voices, man, remember that, man Different flows, man [Raekwon] Aiyo, lace these niggas with fire fire You been away for a minute, heard your style got flyer Yo, hold on, the sword got heavy, Universal caught on Now its time to take over the melody Plus stand firm, Staten Island kingpins Ink pens go to work, and I got ninjas who speak French My flow, God, build for sevens and fives, straight up big shits Sprewell wheels, kids with bee hives, I'm old school Got a old tool, plus rollin' with the old crew Richer than The Jackson 5 I kill for money, rap ain't nothing I'm a real estate slave, chump, and I got some money in Vibe Read the news, now, Chef coming for you, reviews gon' start poppin' up You, crews start lockin' up Yeah, think that I'm playin', I got Two red assault rifles, ready for your wig, I'm sprayin' shit [Interlude: Raekwon] Uh, uh, exclusive boy Let's do it to them, aiyo [Raekwon] Aiyo, flashin' in a robe from England Heavyweight slap gannon king, and I do the raft thing, blaze niggas Forty acres of land, eleven guns, Moore soft leathers Why we keep rappin' in the slums? Hibernate with big hammers, elephants hands The Fila shits, support Ralley's, robbin' in Sam's Tell the media we generation money Both hands is clusty, but I rather be in Russia spendin' trust money Feel the sleeves? Thats ostrich Mutiple v's, my own company, with forty eight mobsters, yo Rob niggas on the hurry, get busy, pull out them tranquilizer guns Bye sleepy head, get jiggy For all the regulator soldier, I demonstrate the lifestyle Of gettin' knifed down, I might pop you over Come up, try soldier Civilize your whole life, fast, ya'll ain't fly, rover Don't test me, pa, you're playin' with death What you think they call the kid Chef for, I poison up vets [Interlude: Raekwon] And I told you baby, it's goin' down Word up, you know how we give it to 'em Word up, what's the deal, though, nigga Word up, one, aiyo [Raekwon] Aiyo, I said it, I meant it, I lived it The legend rep, for all real niggas, on the set, don't ever go against him Live for the action, a warrior Wu taught me that, though Now I go for self, Van Glorium I've been carryin' on cats, I'm like Hitler on diesel Execute them Purple Tape thieves, yo Ya'll niggas ain't nothin', I've been on I told ya'll what I wanna do Watch me get the glow, when I get on Chocolate Salty Balls (P.S. I Love You)2 tablespoons of cinnamon And 2 or 3 egg whites A half a stick of butter Melt it Stick it all in a bowl, baby Sir it with a wooden spoon Mix in a cup of flour You'll be in heaven soon Say everybody have you seen my balls They're big and salty and brown If you ever need a quick pick-me-up Just stick my balls in your mouth Suck on my chocolate salty balls Stick 'em in your mouth and suck 'em Suck on my chocolate salty balls They're packed full of vitamins and good for you So suck on my balls A quarter-cup of unsweetened chocolate And a half a cup of brandy And throw in a bag or two of sugar And just a pinch of vanilla Grease up the cookie sheet 'Cause I hate when my balls stick Then preheat the oven to three-fifty And give that spoon a lick Say everybody have you seen my balls They're big and salty and brown If you ever need a quick pick-me-up Just stick my balls in your mouth Suck on my chocolate salty balls Put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em Suck on my chocolate salty balls They're packed full of goodness, high in fiber Suck on my balls Hey, wait a minute What's that smell? Smell like somethin' burnin' Well, that don't bother me none As long as i get my rent paid on Friday Baby, you better get back in the kitchen 'Cause I got a sneakin' suspicion Oh man, baby Baby You just burnt my balls! HELP ME!! MY BALLS ON FIRE!! HELP ME BABY, MY BALLS ARE BURNIN'!! GET ME SOME WATER!! POUR SOME WATER ON ME!! MY BALLS ARE BURNIN'!! OH MY GOODNESS!! BLOW ON 'EM, BLOW ON 'EM DO SOMETHIN'!! Suck on my chocolate salty balls Put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em THEY ON FIRE BABY!! Suck on my chocolate salty balls BLOW EM OUT BABY!! OH! SUCK ON MY BALLS, BABY!!! SUCK ON MY BALLS, BABY!! SUCK ON MY RED HOT, SALTY, CHOCOLATE BALLS!!! COME ON BABY!! WHOO!! WHOO!! Suck on my balls!!!!! (clapping) Thank you, thank you Here's a talented group of youngsters that call themselves Rancid! Make You Pay[Intro: Raekwon] Yo you gotta love that (For lovin you my life, For lovin you my wife) That was a shot (Want you to) Uh huh (Make you pay) Let's go, Come on (For lovin you my life) Uh huh (Is the pain for heaven) Let's go (Want you to) Uh huh (Make you pay) That's right (For leavin you my life) Let's go (Is the pain for heaven) [Raekwon] Sorry hood niggas go against good niggas, Regulate the gate Tap many states, Still hit hood bitches Money green leathers, Gloves on, Drugs on niggas Dressed in gates, All of us love niggas Chickens love rims, Brims on wool coats and tims Nails done up the color of their beige skin Let me 2-way the rap game, Who love the rap game Fuck them niggas who ain't, And I'll smash that nigga Dumped in the biggest river, Savage, You can't fuck with lavish And I'm here now, I'ma say it again yo Who want the chair now, Just not them days you was in Yo poly with the realest niggas, Illest villians with capes Pull up in big benzes, Handlin business Lex forgot my lenses, Strong when I'm in this Shorty like Daddy is vintage, Come on [Chorus: Raekwon] Want to, Make you pay For lovin you my life, Is the pain for heaven Want to, Make you pay For leavin you my life, Is the pain for heaven [Raekwon] Now I'ma rope this, Elope to this Yeah, Nothin could steal the flow, The kid possess guaranteed dope shit Clean Prada jeans on, Relentless, Tint this, Bitch big on this Screw ill wrist, His style is Park Hill-ness, Built miss Show em how I feel, Let em fill all the mail out, Ill shit Still with come on, All real niggas in the fit Big breasts, Stay gettin head, Deal with it Most of us just got skill wit it Come on toast Me, You, RZA, Ghost, Meth, Real vivid Still beefin, Still gettin it We just predicted it, We just ill wizards, Live with it We caviar, Popin shrimp with it Whatever pimp did it, I'll be in the back on a temp get it Throw the vest on, I still get em We'll get rid of em, We leave their head in the livin room [Chorus 2X] Heat Rocks[Intro: Raekwon] Fire in your face Time to take these streets again you heard No more playing man, I want it. (Chef) [Hook: Raekwon] It was a Friday everybody was caken'n And the house was shake'n and the beats was bang'n And it won't be long that everybody know'n That DJ brought the heat rocks That DJ brought the heat rocks That DJ brought the heat rooooocckks [Raekwon] (Let's go) Come, Get some, You little bum I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb From, Get physical, Lyrical, Spiritual Ultimate, And all that good shit I love brag'n, Gots to rag it, Flash the dragon Back in nine-five with the wagon Create drama when I hunt for cream And I pack em in mean, My sweet sixteen Is fly, My vibe is live, I gots to ride A smoke a bone you know it when Cochise died Hell up in Harlem, Note to Staten When niggas do hits rock sixes black man The black brand, Wu-Tang Clan, I smack hands Then drive through the Hammerstein, Fronts and black bands Cool'n, School'n, Everything around me Might fire one off in clique's around me I won't stand it, Dammit, Murder the planet I more like a sign man, My coke just landed You know, Get money nigga, The fly poet Who only write rhymes and the track exploded [Interlude: Raekwon] Ayo, Come see me man, Come see me I'm back up baby Whatever you need, Come on man, Word up Don't bring no people I don't know man [Hook] [Raekwon] Back again, Son put the fronts back in Fresh like a new wash or glass of gin I got many kins ready to hit niggas Plenty men, Blend with a new spaceship, That's what's in Caught a whirl when Shallah shit drop Crys pop, Got Barrack with me, Come get me, Ashy Glock You know it's cool even if I flop Ain't no more real niggas left I just sit in the box With all the fliest, Livest, Multi-buyers Niggas eat money up, Most yall liars Catch the kid in Hawaii tired New-New Roll, You talking to my ho you fired Superstar Keyon quite When I talk got every burroughs in a smash cause I am The greatest, Pay this, Latest, Famous painters say this Two more strong for your play list New Yorker, Hulker, Call me Orca Army jacket down to the floor I soak you up This is a master classic rap shit Play at five in the morning, Get the gun and mask kit Smoke like an Indian, Pass it And I'm not stopping no more, That's it your ass is lit [Hook] [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, Uhh huh, Yeah, You know it ain't over nigga It's going down again baby, For real, For Real I'mma come see you soon alright, Word up Yall know who you are, Word up, I want it For real, Chef, Yeah, The builder burgers nigga We want in Counterfittin’[Intro: Raekwon] It's the spot, he knew what the fuck he do Fuck I told you about coming in here, man We told you not to wear, no them furs, man Up in here man, them shits is fresh off the racks, idiot [Raekwon] So much haze we hitting, counterfitting sit on the couch riffing Need more rovers in the building, for more bitches, to give out Names getting bigger, these flames'll come out quick -- Fuck Crystal, Crug' is the new shit, drive up in the whip Light a new L, I like the blue liquor Chase it down, like a nigga chased out of town Jakes got a nigga down, laced in lemon lounger For all the Cash Rule niggas, what's up niggas Get your money, be respectful, we'll flip niggas Who try to diss Chef name, a war about to come I put it on my son, I'm not falling today I got my acres up, scrapped up, 'town's my baby boy Watch me Ving Rhames your mother, so straighten up Cuz Wu's back, matter fact, Chef's here, yeah He got the best ear, I'm not saying it's true or wack, yo I play mine "Rewind the Time", memorize a fine line Jump out with old Nike's and fine Klein "I got to have it" - sample (4X) [Raekwon] Stainless steel, kitchen mill', fishing, we steal bitches Twenty four hour funny, long as it's no money I sware on Shallah's tummy, yo, I stay swelled up Yup, or stay jailed up, for robbing them round oney's Murderers act nervous, black weed, giving the love back To every nationality and black seeds, I stand Mack squeeze, hit the best rapper alive standing Yeah, yo, whoever, this is Black Jesus... [Outro: Raekwon] Yo, call me back, man, call me back, man We here banging up, like, fucking, seventy ounces Give it to these niggas out of town, you heard? Go Home[Intro: Raekwon] Yes, Uh huh, Go [Raekwon] We rep a new style, I'm higher then whatever in the two thousand I'm like Isaac in his teenage days, Gettin thousands yep Flip em in the M, Suede tims on, Blue housin up They know my niggas is proud kins, We vanish Sippin Kahluas, We on the block frozen Whatever, Niggas wanna do us then do us We like Roberta Flack in the gap band And curtis who urges to stack grands Scareface flicks, We eat are grits wit eggs in em None of the roach legs in em Watchin Soul Train, Everybody dipped in denim With beads on they neck and they braids, Just like Stevie cover You gotta see me brother brushin my waves And now a few march, A few good men, They carry cartridges A smoke ???, Now we all gettin trimed They play the deuce loose, Ol' gold juice BVDs on, Adidas no laces, Drankin pineapple fruits But uh... When people get shot down for not mindin theirs So many young adolescence with no careers You got ten-eleven year olds drinkin beers So when you go home nigga hit up the fridge and then what White Castle[Sample: Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle] Forget White Castle, let's go get some pussy Huh Fucking sausage fest in here bros Let's go get us some poon tang Then we'll go to White Castle Look Neil you don't understand We've been craving these burgers all night Yah I've been craving burgers too Fur burgers Smith Bros. (Remix)[Intro: Raekwon] Fly, fly, up against the wall stand off, Killah We here, we here, nigga, you see us You see us nigga, flyin' through your city In the mean shit, word up, just analyze it nigga Yeah, realizin' the world [Hook 2X: Raekwon] My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing [Ghostface Killah] Yo, aiyo Rae, check out the bangle (uh-huh) Where niggas brought to an angle Look how it shine, arm is like thank you [Raekwon] Yo, pa, yo I already peeped that But did you peep the cream of wheat Oatmeal seats that hugs you like bean bags? [Ghostface Killah] Yo, he had ads in the Staten Island ad He bought a Benz, a Bentley, his promotion was the best In Queens, throughout, all coliseums, right Mint condominiums, bitches, premium shittin' on millennium He was a master when he bought Henny And, good at plaster and he taught many Thinkin' like fuck bitches, can't stop me now I'm legal, like the feds can't knock me now Shoulders is cocked d., plus he his donuts where the cops be His bitch on the M.C. tip, is Foxy Chop shops is where his pops be Blow his money on hoes, plus he O.G And he quick to paparazzi [Raekwon] His sweaters is the steel version, cut the commercialism Go hard, jumpin' out of Saabs, writin' ill verses Represent towns and vallies, all rallies and ballies Rolled down, blowin' Cali weed The Hennessey pourin, remixin' it with Crown When egotistic get down, the hundred wolves in woolie coats Niggas throats is heavy, he's used to wearin' ropes Sailin' in boats, the goats let me live and standin' loyal like the kid 70 I'm ancient, zippers is made of gold, I prevail well Who be rockin' them steel wells Yo, it's us, a hundred busters, three hundred barrels of dust Lustin' discussions, the world will remember us Catch me poppin' sweats and Timbs, with gats, iller brims Take ups is matchin' all gold ratchet A hundred villains, billion assets Smashed up my last jet, blood on my jumper, flood it with gas wet Catch me poppin' sweats and Timbs, with gats, iller brims Take ups is matchin' all gold ratchet A hundred villains, billion assets Smashed up my last jet, blood on my jumper, flood it with gas wet Close To You[Intro: Raekwon] Yah, uh uh good Thats that shit right there, thats how its going down [Verse 1: Raekwon] We in the jumbos, in the 2500 Benzes in dumbos Leather pants, Mutombo [?], ya'll check the gums yo I'll appreciate patriarchs and [?], computers and whizzes In lizard jackets and Jacobs Die a hundred deaths take something of mine Onion stretched, vice grips twisting ya legs I roll with my brothers in anarchy, throw me the car key Let me bombard he, little ass chain, only a car thief Moving like the lords, what up? Blow a Dutch dude Parley with the pushers who wear Clarks and Bucks But still a Gucci slayer, word to my five year old Salute me baby, daddy got money we blowin' out in Haiti lady Choppers, Bulgari watches, rums, and copper Blue wraith with a steel face, yah I'm a popper Hundred niggas with me, some guns hittin' in Bentleys Rock Csonka shirts baggin' bitches move about discretely [?] ready to fight but it's a Monday Everybody dressin' it up, let's flip the runway Tax time, seein' 'em run through, yo that's mine [?] daddy whatever baby bag me [Verse 2: Gwen Guthrie] Why do birds suddenly appear? Every time you are near Just like me, they long to be Close to you Why do stars fall down from the sky? Every time you walk by Just like me, they long to be Close to you On the day that you were born And the angels got together And decided to create a dream come true So they sprinkled moon dust In your hair of gold And starlight in your eyes of blue That is why all the girls in town Follow you all around Just like me, they long to be Close to you On the day that you were born And the angels got together And decided to create a dream come true So they sprinkled moon dust In your hair of gold And starlight in your eyes of blue That is why all the girls in town Follow you all around Just like me, they long to be Close to you Just like me, they long to be Close to yo Own My Mind[Intro: Raekwon] It's like... real niggas blow off a fucking head Ya'll niggas don't know provides, this the real story [Raekwon] Six degrees all the way to the black Lee's, the mac squeeze Catch you in the open, click-clack, pass the keys, homey Moving through the town, we there, out of towners get the stare down Clap you for your blue Nike air's You a wild comrade, well I'm a wilder one We've been pumping crack since nine, I run foul with a pile of sons Moving through the city getting thousands Digging them wallets, slide in to Olive Garden, wilding Fourty cal's and eagles, buying teeth, gleamy on the set Fly to Union Square, we legal, pussy niggas jet The old code better blow to the death, get ya niggas out the yard No behind bars, we buying niggas jets It's just a movement that came right out of a blueprint Two bents, this is how real we gotta roll, think Cuban hit This is how a general remains, always be a soldier, don't tell When real niggas die in reign, while we come blow shit now Moving in them fly roses, it's all old to us, dick, rubbing our noses I should of bought my momma a plane, matter fact Two helicopters and a motherfucking chain that stay built Your son is your man, let him do what he provides for you Buy you some land, ride for you Jet to the highest estate, cake out and just bling on it [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, lord, that's what I'm talking bout family Word up, we need like, fourty more of them, lord And we gon' just let you get in, youknowhatimsayin? You know you that nigga, Daddy-O, youknowhatimean? We just wanna hear more of that street shit, man Just give me some more, lord, word up, man I'm faithfull, go 'head, yo, yo, you know I get down for you Cuban Linx Part 2... 2009 Jordans[Raekwon] I'm like a 2009 Jordan, known to be sporting New waves, new uniform on, important Political prisoner, charisma, got me sniffing money Regardless, jumping out the V dog with RZA Hypothetically my joint athletically better be We safe and in question, nigga, you said it be Fully charged, new one-on-one in the garage Large, niggas they chill and bitches they dodge What's the deal, little homey, it's only real, got tech and ill I only carry steel out when I'm lonely Bloodhounds who play the building, buildin', brick at a time Trying to turn my little dime into a million [Hook: Busta Rhymes] It's like back in the days, when niggas used to hustle for this skrilla Formulate a plan, don't even plot, just get a nigga But see, we knew a crew of dudes, who hustled a lot, we broke The opportunities and set up drug deals in the parking lot Stacking cuz it's necessary, notice how the world go round See it's imperative, we get richer than rich You see we hustling across the border (Icewater) Hurting the town, this money probably got me mistreating your bitch (Do it big) What Do I Do?[Intro: Raekwon] Test the waters B, Stop playing man [Chorus: Raekwon, (Sample)] (What do I do?) When the cream is pile'n, Crib on the Island, Just be style'n (What do I do?) When the feds is on me, Pawn separating, My bitch want me (What do I do?) When them niggas is tell'n, Ain't built for jail and they nail'n me (What do I do?) I just jet off and sail, Ain't no time to be fail'n [Raekwon] What's up niggas, What's the deal, You know the half yo Bubble bath, Crude style, Check out my laugh yo All this money in the back of the tub I reminisce yo when black was a cub Mad money, Honeys around, Pop'n onies, All hoodies and hard bottoms Smoking big reefers, The God got it Slide to the table, Cable drip, Hang to my navel The feds in the building for Nagle Forty-five we skate'n, Debate'n if we hit'n up Nathan's Catch me with a Spanish _______ _______ Average nigga, You crazy To fuck with my wolves is bullshit, Them little guns is for daises We got the T.I. joints You violate the crew the clip gone dump on the stage And everybody's contagious, And when them shots fly off It's just a recipe for Chef and his cake mix [Chorus] [Raekwon *Singing*] Ayo, I tell you I love you But that's what it means to me More precious then silver More precious then diamond rings I really feel that I, That I, That I could kill you [Raekwon] Ayo, The belt holders, Dutch Masters L blowers Champion hood, Fly A-R, The stainless gazelle soldiers Yeah we pumping them boulders, Cop'n them gold Rovers Every show Chevy with no shoulders That means doors that fold up, The team gleams More cobras, Graveyard rings, Just old stuff And then we told ya, Ayo You running round cake'n off eating healthy my tholdier Yeah this is the scroll what, So roll up And let my party people niggas be grown up, and sho nuff [Chorus] Lex Diamond Story OutroSome still say Lex is a powerful man He is still one of the most influential gangsters of all time With a story so vivid and a mind so powerful Who said gangsters couldn't be governors And governors couldn't be gangsters I know he's still around and we all have a little Lex in us But until then, he will always be, the official Lex Diamond We love you Lex Lately you seem all corrupt I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers Drove me to arms of another Where You At?[Intro: Raekwon] Let's go, kid [Raekwon] Something's in the attic, drugs on me, thugs gettin' Bubbly, let's pop, surround the block, looking lovely Extra nine glindin' on me, women who barely know me Swarm me, faggots try to front, blow me Aiyo, I'm from the soul bluntly, we in them H2's coolin' Want me, try to kill a kid, bring your country Son's nice with rifles, white fools, white dudes Jumpin' out, fed jackets, dare you to bump me A glow like Willie Bostic, I do the knifework job, yeah Rappers sprint, clap 'em, this is our 'jects Who taught ya'll niggas, it was the kid with the tarantula Tinted up, extortin' ya'll monthly Crabs in a bucket, rap, fuck it, yo, go get your handgun I'd rather shoot yo' ass in public, you ain't a Air Force boss You a hoster, frontin' like me on your poster Now ya'll niggas fuckin' with my ones We need to battle for cattle, acts, boats, art and crafts Scalpals, thumb rings, dick, be careful Fuckin' with Staten Island's heartless Son of all flames, God guard frames, catch me with the Starks kid The authentic Ghost, we on the golf course, with rentin' boats Eagles on, feastin' with bigger GOATs Come take it in blood, dare any thug to re-up What, we gon' keep it on the hush [Chorus 4X: ?] In the clubs, where you at? In the clubs, where you at? Open paperchasing, on the low getting trapped [Raekwon] Aiyo, drove into the water like bait, the ocean was dark The moon lit, swimmin' to the bottom to get to the sink We on niggas, and we comin' boy, talk with ya gun Me, I'm ready, and I'm ready with cake, yea Flawless, more powerful horses, the kid flow naucious Everybody gettin' weeded, we all for this Armored tank style, moving in ranks Hundred that'll rock for me, still kill you, over your men bitch Skiing in Alaska, half the man, half Casper Runnin' with wolves, the bulls look nastier Silencer, each is thee least, will kill on Easter Ya'll gon' get it, wait til we get creased up Nothin' but, rapid fire, livewire, brand new trees Burn 'em up, they respectin' your street, cousin We gon' bring it to every label, pay attention, ya'll Cuban is back, now put that on a glass table [Chorus 4X] Black Harrison[Intro: Raekwon] I really don't need to be fuckin wit ya right now I need to movin around in the air, circle Manhattan Real smooth [Raekwon] Here we go again son, black Harrison Ford on the run One, beef in the field, it's real Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock Got the blue lazer, grill, like Martin Scorcese-ah Jumpin outta limo's, expos, black rentals Chasin niggas through the projects, polex Mosien, 15 of us, five trucks Crazy deluxe, found what, honor nigga right Tailin us in boats and land, 40 calibur in my hand Made the left... Lex fam Sho enough what, hummer craft lookin up, what Kid the chipped out flex now I'm stuck Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him Any ideas? Where he at, cops want him Changin the gear the same foot wear Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here Fuck yea, we up there Had a little drugs there, they was there Pass it kid, Novacain caught a slug there Had it mastered in fleis-school, nigga go whip a plane Drivin land, map shit out, go to night school Bronze star, feelin who we are Half animal, whole lotta love, black God Standin front and center, from here to winter Grip the splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pip-it Ready to hit somethin, pop shit wit somethin Blow blimps on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like Greg Neddles Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle Hearin the horn of Josh, movin like the moss Executive decision play large Caught a blimp on the radar, screen him out Fightin like like Julio Cazar, blaze ya May day, may day, chasin me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya [instrumental breakdown] [Raekwon] Part two kid, establish brain power, true did Yo it's realer than a fuck now, ain't stupid Trash, three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash Brass this gat, TNT niggas on my ass Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still Clear my own shit, let the press ill, let's bill Make it to the UN, doin bout a thousand in the blue Em Frogmen, repped out cluein Left all the American Express cards Left the passports, time shit, shit up on in Escort Bail 'em, bustin his joint, Chief O'Heara That old, Louis McDarren, see the waves through the mirror Spot that, hop that, through the top back Ready to lock somethin, down for the cause, stop that You play the king, I play the pawn, who the king of the Swarm You wrong, where's the evidence, watch the firearm Where a tunnel of fans stand, I knew I had little bits of love Hopin it'll be fair, he watch me, heavy roxy scene He clean though, American Cream Team let him leave See the moral of the story, feelin me like Mordon and Glory when they came for me Had fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed down Handlin lines, know the time Rover Sport[Intro: Raekwon] All that heroin out there, nigga I can't tell, nigga, what's up I can't tell you nothing no more [Raekwon] Pull up the Range sport, blow in the back of the trunk Color sickening, bitches is blunt Snitches get plucked and popped, cut and chopped, and yo We generate hoods and hide this gwop For all the blocks we invading, we be caking & strip naked I know you wasn't selling by the building, I feel the hating Dust blunts with heroin, servin up Steak'ems Shot him by the building, yo, and spit on his laces Rich niggas'll rise, more eyes, yo, Busta, what up? Chilling like we at the 25's out Night time is vibe, pies get thrown to guys You fuck up this money, bones is fried I'ma stay fly, getting paper, sit on a ten acre kitchen Bout the size of the Ritz at Penn Station, yup Rich niggas we spot you, stay genuine, cousin Do your numbers, fam, regardless, yo, we got you [Interlude: Raekwon] Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking.. Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting Niggas know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga Huh... I'm the motherfucking Ali of the game, bitch [Raekwon] Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac' What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru' Don't even move duke, take off your shoes We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass Wallies is off the meat rack, splash Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town Me and forty-five mad real niggas, we light clowns up now Beauty[Intro: N.O.R.E. (Raekwon)] (Yeah) Yeah, Shallah Raekwon It's the God Father Pt. 2, Self esteem (Lex Diamond) Plus degree, (Uh huh) (Raekwon) Add on to my attribute (Star H.M.G., Get money baby, Let's Go) [N.O.R.E.] Ayo, peace Lord, peace to the God, you know today's math I know today's lab, Bag it in a grey bag Straight coke is optional, jungle gym obstacle You get locked, you get dead or end up in the hospital Dapper Dan, Gucci, Valore shit and more shit Both hands is numb as fuck, bagging all the numbers up Queen's niggas mausoleum, jewelry from the Colosseum Fat Cat, Pappy Mason, niggas wanna be em See rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated, type scary Until I see my life just flash, type scary '96 came home, '97 album Made niggas proud to be from New York housing Born alone die alone, I ain't got a pot to piss in Became friends with baking soda, Arm & Hammer craziness Started learning cooking up, cooking up, cooking up Nose feeling like it's high, door open windows up Out of state money was coming great, we sold weight Another scramble, Commonwealth law gamble We out touring, leave the hood now the hood boring Niggas still doubting my greatness, my great shift Learn ambidextrous ways and trade spaces Nike's no Asic's, no Botox, no face lifts Rich niggas, Poor niggas, y'all should switch places Learn how it feels to be living broke with no hope Learn how it feels to be living rich with mad shit [Raekwon] Yo, The software license is great, better six Flip the new five or roll up, then live through the tape Straight from the dungeons of Hell, a lot of Vikings Some couldn't sell, That's when I took it for self I'm only just nineteen rolling with eight, Individuals Most of us rob, Pulling guns, This is my gate Four shottys, Two lasers a plate, Chewing Start a movement, Keep doing what your doing Niggas are straight, We like Shar Pei in prestigious face Love diamond rings and apes, Big money, Coffees and tapes Play'n, You get sprayed in the lake Hog tied and scraped, Chop fingers off you and skate That's the breaks, Wipe body S's, Escovitch fish With a Spanish blessing ??, The more I make Live through the babies, Busting my gun for sure This is Paidees, Somebody gotta die today B Rosй pouring, The hardwood floor, Incents The crisp three-eighties, Gallons of French shit Pour more my niggas, Eat up, This is like peanuts Catch us in cells somebody beat up With only one class, A piece of hash, Tiny bit of reefer Fresh sneakers, Stressing for ass Write mad letters in slabs, Niggas'll be home shortly Keep cool, The niggas get bagged We live a poor life, Rich in the heart, Kitchens is dark Cooking white, Polices, Bitches, And narqs Foul play yo, Big guns and cigar The message repent them sins, Quick fast then mention Allah [Joell Ortiz] No friendships when my pen twist, They lose interest in your mention My entrance was smooth but it can shift to anger Bag ya, I'll rearrange ya, Stranger, Danger I embrace well, Joel don't take L's I take pain pills for them migraines This wild game put me in a whole different mind frame Define lame, Okay, It's rat, That's the proper answer Besides a couple cats it's just a whole lot of dancers Well I'ma be the cancer see this swagger shit is dumb What good is looking fly if you rapping like a bum I'm immaculate it's fun, What you chat'n from your gums Is bullshit, But that's okay the matador has come I navigate a track and make you armatures a crumb I'm magic with the tongue, Abra Cadabra and you done I don't know what kind of comic book you characters is from But I emcee, Let the piano crash in with the drums Shark Niggas (Biters) - RaekwonNiggas is fuckin crazy... knowhatI'msayin? Hell yeah man Word... you know how niggas be bitin and shit Niggas be bitin mad styles n shit from niggas man Yeah, no doubt That's what I be hatin man, I can't stand a fuckin bitin ass nigga Wanna use your lines all ahead of time Word Before you even get a chance, to shine on your own shit True, nah niggas be killing me though Son because Yaknow, they be take be comin with your words and shit They hear you say one word then here they come with the word Tryin to flip it and bounce it on some bullshit Yeah, yeah Not sounding like first of all and shit Yeah YaknowhatI'msayin? Boom, but then you got niggas Son on the real YaknowhatI'msayin? Niggas niggas niggas niggas is bitin off your Album cover and shit Yeah! Whoa bad enough they biting lines like niggas killed me Yeah When they came with some Nas, niggas bit offa Nas shit! KnowhatI'msayin? *chuckling* Word niggas niggas niggas niggas caught his little album cover move And then they got wise to that shit Yeah I'm like damn what the fuck man? It's like these happy-go-lucky niggas man when they get on man They wanna pop a little, a little champagne Word like I said YouknowhatI'msayin? Every few, every time you see em YouknowhatI'msayin? Like, front on don't fuck with me Yeah man You gonna play that role play it though Yo man, it's like this man, niggas man Niggas know not to fuck around with this shit I don't give a fuck how nasty they are Nah son, let me tell these niggas somethin God I don't want niggas soundin like me... on no album! YouknowhatI'msayin? For real cause I'ma approach a nigga man For real man, I don't want nobody sounding like me man, for real Son No doubt Bad enough nigga, I don't want nobody sound like nobody from my Clan Man keep it real, get your own shit man, and be original Word up That's all man And you'll be a better man And you gonna come out on your own Word up Whatever how you gonna take it man, fuck it Word up My Life[Chorus 2X: Soul 4 Real] If you wanna live my life The world is getting more and more trife It's time to shed some light That's what I like, that's what I like [Raekwon] Raised fly while we in the midst of getting high Take a walk through memory lane, watching when all the pain fly Things that, happen in relationships, dealing with weapon And men be on the same bullshit Let's travel, take a walk with me, yo I'm like the whiskers that be blazing in your transister Relax, spoil me, I be on the tour shortly With enough to spread fortune out, lord, you caught me We analitical thinkers, we crow too with top rankers Big thick juicy rocks on the finger Chill, all my niggas who keep it real Throw your baseball hat down and keep paying your bills [Chorus 2X] [Raekwon] A wiseman spoke on my behalf, til then I enquired the math Rae exist with God in the half Lessons, a mouth full of food, sit back I tell a story for the blocks and the power moves Shorties claiming that they hustle for a cause, get caught In the sharp blade of a knife, but older niggas's go But some shine, that's the best part of they flaws They need cover, because we trapped inside these Winter Warz I come to ya'll as Elijah, stars on the crown symbolizes Planets for a new horizon It's all peace when you sizing, the next man enterprising Learn how to move, don't disguise it The bulk of the brick will be shown, you all alone All you think about is getting you fly, that's getting you torn The evil that maps out of my vulture, murder raps'll sculp you Hip hop selected our culture One nigga word ain't enough, let's get up and exercise The mind like a sit up, walk with your chin up Post that stormy winter, animos'll tear a friend up Principals make a nigga light dimmer [Chorus 2X] [Raekwon] It's like Babylon, my society, so wild, been a variety Which make me seek prosperity Brothers and sisters let's connect, show love and respect The youngings is watching, put 'em in check, yo Your life could change in a sec, ambitions, you bet Today your here, tomorrow, leaving out the projects Wake up, we all got morals, striving for perfection It's just a lesson to look forward to, yo [Chorus 2X] Treasurers[Intro: Raekwon] Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking... Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting Niggas know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga Huh... I'm the muthafucking Ali of the game, bitch [Raekwon] When I sat back and crafted Cuban, it was a classic When you told me you had giant beef, we brought the hatchet What it is niggas, gangstas that live in the grizz' Play the kitchen, coke bagging, this the life that we is What it is, daddy, slow heart stepping, plus repping Blinging necking, our fucking regime, protect it That's right faggots, turning into actresses Niggas is soft, wack, and broke, what packages? Yeah, yeah-yeah, call it how I see it, this is all metamorphic Awkard, walk with the four-fifth This is all crack money, cli-clack, move back homey You will get a quick slap, we rap, not now money What up, what up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces Stay on the end, with dip dodge, play the yard chasing Paper, this is like everyday street caper Me flying offa ya face, yo, you can eat later [Hook 2X: Raekwon] We the treasurers of getting cake, big jewelry swinging Wth the long chains on, my nigga, you know we heavyweights Feds latch on us, we catch amnesias We rich, stay clean, looking, rocking dark caesers [Raekwon] Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac' What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru' Don't even move duke, take off your shoes We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass Wallies is off the meat rack, splash Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town Me and forty-five mad real niggas, we light clowns up now [Hook 2X] Words From Raekwon (Spoken Word)[Raekwon] One day Joe asked me, ya know what I mean "Would you, would you get on a joint with Pun?" Ya know what I mean, on the strength, I'm like "Hell yeah the kid got talent" Ya know what I mean So, our first joint we did together was Fire Water, and that was Pun's introduction to the game... he murdered the joint SBM[Chorus: Raekwon] What makes a man a man, when his life is at stake And it's real, cuz it's gotta get it's plates What kind of life we live, one of those lives We take cover and, cover your kids How far your gun can reach, it can reach as far As you want it, that's when a round'll release The power is the move in the streets Yeah, take my bread, yo take this lead, yeah, a nigga got it [Raekwon] Yo, how the semi automat' 'em, leave 'em flat up on the poster I'm trying to push everything, from jets to the blow stuff Yo, get it right, pa, I slang cosa nostra I move around these 52 states, we just post up I got niggas'll that ride, and if the cops pull up Just splash the drain and run, we just blow stuff I'm not playing, pa, no, it's not a game I'mma bang, them 10 sharp pointy things through your coconut We dodge prison, got lawyers for that Holdings knots up through riddle shit, you know it's a rap Need I remind you, so many killas on my line, too We can form an army, get money and rhymes That's the breaks when it come to just getting papes No remorse, violate, we just take up the source I'm the Montana, with long hammers, the strong arm of the city It's just promotion on cameras [Chorus] [Raekwon] Yo, we been the life of killas, ever since we was born First got on, we blast on gorillas Been taught from babies to bust three eighties, the skies just blaze Then come back, with your head in a jar My peoples is the most important part, yeah, take us apart Annihilate, fiends scrapping, we hating these czars Lions in the mountains, wolves in the hood With four pounders, how dare you lounge in the park It's ill how we setting standards, to let them cannoms slam you It's all strictly, pardon your art Yeah, the general's path to blow, I'm up laughing You fucked up, send 'em back, this the city of God It's all about holding houses, make men out of mouses Then drape little niggas with thousands We strive to build, the lives is real Eyes to kill, it's all about getting acres and marksmen [Chorus] Da Destroyer[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, aiyo, yeah nigga, what up I can't do this shit! [Raekwon] Yo, some nights I feel like sticking up Exxon My gun game experience, came from robbing Louis Vitton Cocaine specialist, since nine Age bracket, fuck them O.G.'s up, they started giving me ratchets Get money Diamonds, co-signing all of my check stubs Besides getting money, I grub I had a Kool G. Rap lifestyle, sliding through the Parrot with drugs I'm like a magic with witchcraft, ya'll give a nigga rich cash Blankets, anklets, Gucci shit, switch labs I'm powerful, yo, you know my hour is due Fuck the fifteen minutes, I'mma flower my boo Word to my Nike's that I throw on pose, from here to Hollywood You know I got soul like that Rakim dude Just give me my money, ya'll owe it to me, don't make me blow you for it For real, I'mma show ya'll niggas how to swoll dummies High profile, he keep it macked out, hundreds of little niggas engage with him And he gets down, aiyo you fucking with the best of the year The best whoever did it, no love lost Beside my shorty and child, I'm like a king in an Egyptian center Militant, to play your perimeter, hold wifey now before I get her You know what Wu do, RZA, tell 'em, now we got, Dre in the kitchen, son It's on, Part Two, watch me sell 'em Cuz New York is me, homey, watch me throw the crown in the trash Whoever wore it, ya'll ass, 'member me, Toney, what up, what up You know my gun game's zid up Supplying every borough my cocaine river Flashy always, I'm like four ways, none of ya'll see me fresh I only do it in, project hallways, ya'll all gay Ya'll know it, yes, that's what it be, peace See me in streets, God be there, all day, one [Outro: Raekwon] I'm out of here, man, fuck that It's on, Part Two, yeah, Part Two Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, I want my money in all fives yo, hahaha Ice Wate, the new and improved Chef Word up, the feist is coming soon, one I'm out of here... Cocaine Blunts[Raekwon] Flash the hammer like Thor when we under a war We got the vests and the new Gillette’s, Check out these brawds Pop'n Henny all day and my Ginny steady ready to blow something Just yell, She lifting the semi They like new jacks that live through the music, Them blues cats Put kids on, Start baby making, True that And while we reach levels, Bezzles get new pebbles A few boulders on your neck, We soldiered the rebels Gangstas that die for gifts, Pumpernickel bread New licks, As long as we be writing we rich Then the old folks sarcastic ways bout that them young boys live We got caught up, Went crazy baby Stealing cocaine blunts, We major baby Wheel'n them Rangers up, We lazy baby Bed time, Lead start coming out, Bread time Niggas in goose, Peers stare, Who said something Pop nigga in his block for real Yo you gotta feel everything out first We want hail niggas, Real niggas Double Dragon[Intro: Raekwon & Mean Doe Green] Turn this up, right here Yeah - Mean Doe Green Do this for my little Prince, right here Knahmsayin'? Listen up - Mean Doe Green Prince Junior, soon to be a king Uh huh - Mean Doe Green Yeah turn it up, turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, we need volume We need volume We need volume, son [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, yo, check this shit out Nothin' but, raw shit, this Shao Lex We on a real thick kanish route[? 0:27] Plato's, Kato Young, get rich God We the top tomato High top, wolly[? 0:31] suede though Yo, sit back, mark it in my v[? 0:34] Damn, it's me Watchin' little me's, pleas Diabolic lecto Vet style collect dough Better gram my man Ten G's side bet though Power, what's the word? Let's blossom V[? 0:45] pulled out the heat, everybody feet play opossum [Verse 2; Mean Doe Green] Escaped adolescence with thugs Crips and Bloods Drug money, birds of pray Hugs[? 0:51] that taste funny Slept on, like Brandy Moss[? 0:53] Too many seasons Navigate these on anger Reasons of parent Real niggas are few Serpents, stay by the fruit Tryna continentally divide my loot I subtract the negative Make room, for the predators More debatin' these verb, nouns, and numbers, like thunder Y'all stay plottin', like I don't know that ya locusts Send a nigga get a gram to get you back on focus What it cook like? Holla back when the price is droppin' Y'all just like devils with ya plots and shiet... [Verse 3: Raekwon] Yeah, what up? My son speak real one, slap your skeezer Chart-climbin' like we on lows[? 1:21] freezer[? 1:22] What up? Rap niggas dead up Plus fed up, shut up Analyze C.R.E.A.M. team set up Raw, right, remember like, '88 when niggas was hype? Heavy chain hung down on all white These faggot niggas scare me Break bread while I holler "Hear me!" Shit O'Leary I'm six niggas really Reptiles, fuckin' up the set, while pythons are icons Still be, floatin' to the death [Verse 4: Mean Doe Green] I'm up early, birds chirpin' Instant birth, fall blowin' Streets howlin', wolves stay prowlin' Finally see the sun smilin', through the clouds Put it down against the grain Bring pain, I must Threw the hush puppies on, poppin' my collar Once again hit the block, I escape with the street scholars Dice dumpin', got a pasta hurtin' What a crooked spine Label my crooked mind, listen up [Verse 5: Raekwon] Word to grandma, all the way to Canada Allah Spark a landmark Prolly 40 grand in the park Fly Lassie Thousand dollar sweatpants, flashy Shop a GT to Tallahassee [Verse 6: Mean Doe Green] Man you know how we do it, lookin' sensible Value flagrant intentional though, if money's the principle Genuine draft pick, loaded gun grinnin' If we losin', you not winnin', get at me Reels twist, with no shine, deliberately Dirt orientated, blue collar, for every penny Specialist, dough treacherous National and locally It was a golden hand that wrote me Quote me [Verse 7: Raekwon] Just a slang lord, Kangol[? 2:32] award Bulletproof Durango[? 2:33] Trillion tri-colored chainlord Major, unbalanced flavor Naval promotional navigator Throw tapes, you're throwin' paper Scrape ya, love to hate ya I must son this, mic realness Mother Nature What up? Call it out, let's get involved Revolve, six digits a man A million on the wall [Verse 8: Mean Doe Green] Peep the wisdom, in street verdicts I noticed, got your hate beams on high lately Third eye ain't focused Heavy mic, Chevy drivin' Bumper dented, if I said it I meant it like, come and get it, please Striving For Perfection - RaekwonYeah yeah I'm tired of doing this shit Aight word, aight I'ma set it Tell me how you feel man Yo son, check the fly shit son Sup cousin how you doin? Yo baby check it man I got a new connect son, for real man Fuck all this twenty-four brick shit man No doubt My man got out of state for fifteen Yeah YouknowhatI'msayin? Yo know my man's gonna represent PA, politickin to death so Right right It's all good, what's up? What you wanna do? We gotta move God, we gotta move God, we gotta migrate Get the fur, get the fuck outta New York, yaknowhatI'msayin? Bounce man, start fuckin with bigger and better shit So you tellin me no more big eights strictly breaks No more no more no more man Then I'm with you, I've been waiting No more God WHASSUP? It's the pot of gold right here man this is it, man this is glory YouknowhatI'msayin? So yo, the first thing we gotta do man Is just know what we gonna do with this cream when we get it man Right Cause I'm not trying to just be, sitting on motherfucking two-hundred thou And acting like I'ma just be a Nah A drug dealer all my life Nah Son I got bigger and better plans Son No doubt, we gonna move on man And you know I be fuckin with anybody man Son, long as the love and the trust is there Son We gonna grow God You know it Tony We gonna grow like a plant Son Yo you coming at me like that Son? For real Son, come on you know me man You know my style Son You know how my heart feels though God No doubt But yo God, for real, this is my last time God I'm hangin this shit up man if this shit don't work right here God YouknowhatI'msayin? Word up, I feel the same way I feel the same way kid Yo God, yaknowhatI'msayin? I got shot at man, my moms windows got shot the fuck up man Yeah Yo God, my baby's in here God, see I gotta take time man And raise my family man Yeah yeah yeah YaknowhatI'msayin? Sit around man, my grandkids man But yo Son, it's like this man We all livin man, we here now man Word man YouknowhatI'msayin? Let's not think like we gon be stagnating man Let's keep movin ahead man, keep our head up man Take care of our families man God, word is bond, I'm your eyes that's in back of you kid Let's do it then The General[Raekwon] Ayo, Ayo, I run with real niggas who kill niggas Whose dreed is longer then niggas and pot is filled (Cottons are peeled yo) Bank holders forming a shank holder Driving costly shit, Speak in slang, Leaning like hangovers The glide'n, We vibe'n, We take you to the Brownsville Drive to the West side to S.I. so dress fly True valence, Living my talents, I learned to cook clean And swing and bling yo, And murder for thousands, Yep A rap pharaoh who arrow got poison in it, (Boys get it who stunt) You know I'm General like Colin Powell Meet the new team on the street, Formulated by long waited A strong operation for more, Come like Sampson Kill like a thousand off one bone And walk up on my mansion dipped, Flip the mobile phone Flip niggas, I promise we hit big timers Bury some men, Niggas say it's cold when I switch climates (Ayo, It's real rap need ya nigga, Go in) I told men it's only one nigga that's left, He rock a gold M Mercy ya lago egg, His leg flooded Mold made out of lead, So when the snare kick Still Killin’[Intro (?)] K Slay don't want me out here They don't want you out here dog His mother fucking face long K Slay, New York City Holler at your god damn boy We don't rock no mother fucking ice baby We rock this real shit dog And (?) Some fuck with it Its going down [Verse: Raekwon] (?) The elevator with the crib Bling with it kid I built one in the Bill Clintons Mills was spent, still don Still (?), still yacht flying Still kill a bitch Still kill a flick The fifth out, don't even breathe Out in Ghana with the ill thieves Slick hammers, we all fam What Pull out the four, pop the chump See the luxury mall The casket leather, the python seats velour Flash back He in them Benz lenses Acting like he did ten sentences Something ain't real We go excited, parked the truck Just leaned a light and twist a blunt Sat back son, (?) This money on it And to them young niggas strong on it Devour the snitches You got on, you born with it Make a toast for ours For all the money and powers The right division Don't ever let corns get it Ever Since I Was 13[Intro] Ever since I was 13, my biggest problem has been just to find the right road to get to that rainbow that everybody talks about Like most people get close enough to count the stripes But they don't have enough guts to reach out and take that pot of gold What up my dude, you know Going through a lot and all that man That's why you be strong, you know what I'm saying Feel great boy (Staten Island over yeah) It's going now ([?]) Holla at the kid (Let's go chef) [Verse 1] I'm flawless, the gowns that I rock is cashmere Then roam through the lab with the hammer and black Airs Thinking 'bout plans that's real, laying the bill Drop a new classic album, my masters will Enlighten your mind, I'm writing on times When the youth reach real situations and they thoughts are blind You know when I float a moment is fine, glass of wine New elegance, the greeze just pass through the mind again What happened, rap made it happen, back when Two turn tables and a needle, action We all huddled up, that's it, classic shit Only our kind adapt to shit Start rapping 'bout cracks and Pimps, cash to get Call it C.R.E.A.M. now, no grind don't ask for shit We bastard thick, pass the spliff [Outro] Name of this piece is called "my bitch better have my money" (applause) My bitch better have my money, through rain, sleet or snow My ho better have my money Not half, not some, but all my chash Because if she don't, I'mma put my foot in her ass Weed Pt. 2[Raekwon] Hailin from the slums of Staten Extra gats, Massive workers, Some come home and collapse Witness the style, Profile, Whillin, Floatin with spliffs Dinosaur fifths, They all got style with it Rockin raw pour genuine fabric, Know how to puff Arabic black Donna trip, Slap a bitch, Drive nothin but sevens Eleven of us, Hot legends that will pop for the record All about trips, Flippin bricks, Minglin Gleamin in your whore face, Jump out, what up bitch, Trick blingin Hittin Cristal and coffee, Yellin get up off me You want war, Fuck it, Give em all of me For all the young coke buyers and triers, Live wires Nice niggas down at the offerings yo It's nothin, Came at yall niggas like what an Skatin in the H2 eye, Pop the button Flash that million dollar hand, He clan He came through, Fisherman hat, Weather channel on Lampin that fly dirty leather I got on, Blampted Vampire Bats[Intro: Raekwon] Whattup gangstas, come on, come on This is teflon right here, poisonous fly shit Poltergeist back, add on nigga, live What's the vertigo? Yo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo [Raekwon] Chilling in the sneaker store, guess who walked in Aretha, lord, Reebok queen, sneaker broad Yo what up chick? Pussy dynamic, deeper than Titanic Fly Hispanic, banded Had me mapped out, iceberg down, saw the six Then she broke wild, scopin' how the bitch get down What up, I like that, give 'em regards Sendin' messages to Gerard, who look like W.D. Faraud Peace, how you be love, checkin' my feet like she seen Lugz Ring gleamin' all on her mug What up, wise guys, start laughin', pullin' outta pocket Platinum Hand platinum, I stop laughin' Rich niggas fuckin' had, figured it out I won't fuck with her, warm blood, suck these nuts Yeah, I'm out, spendin' off in a Benz truck Valor look, richer than a fuck, what, wavy haircut Met me at the light, wildin', made a right Shorty violent in the boat, half smilin', with a gallon, aight? Plus the queen of the tree head, pullin' over like a bean head Fiendin' like a demon with green dreads Jumped out, parked it, booth sparked it Where your wifey at? Niggas like you, I spit lightly at Quote my little cliche, instant replay Could've sworn I saw a nine, had it tucked in her thong Off convo, pointed at the condo, Lex let's go I could've sworn I kept it real, but I'm a asshole Hide in the empire, yellow liar took a glass full Dick now, hotter than a lighter [Chorus 2X: Raekwon] Yo, whatever you do kid, just keep it real with yourself Don't never ever pass off blue kid Just better watch her, fuck around and be a nightmare [Raekwon] Yo, rainbow, glossy flossy necklace Look perpetuos, ass is fat, butu look treacherous Yo, where Gloria at? Monster ass restin' in Astoria Black lawyer, she own a blow laundrymat Yellin', I remember her, in December Bitches maced me, stoled a half a million outta Macy's Short light skin, haircut, hazel eyes Nasal laced up, raised in caprini greens with Asia Metallic blue G.S., dressed just bought a mama E.S Fuckin'n with some nigga, Louis Lex He a rich nigga, call him a king, H12 Rock a Super Bowl rings, had a mean bilingual Her uncle fuck Marsha, fake mobster Tried to knock, that drinkin' cum bitch, blown an Oscar De La Hoya hands, burn him like boiling water If she dare take food in her mouth, spoon advance Yellin', hit the mini-bar, Shallah looked laced Spillin' Henny on, shorty just drive and throw Jimmy on We rappin', ain't jack shit happen Stop all this max, homey, back to my WAP, pretend mackin' Chill, hit the jack for a sec, shorty holdin', wanna give me sex Should I just, polly or flex Yo, tell me more, yo, you heard of I-King Drive a white thing, wife in the bing, doing life, a knight king Yeah, I know the nigga, what's the verdict? So what he perverted? Last word I heard, A.C.T. want him murdered Hesitated, played it, grabbed my dick, shorty playa hated! Six Sixes[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyo, aiyo [Chorus 2X: Raekwon] Aiyo, one of the illest, the sickest, like six sixes Lookin' real rich, don't switch, just paint pictures Lex, tell the story, get these niggas in line for me Plus the shorty's, light one from me [Raekwon] Sit back like kings, diamond rings on, 'knowledge the genes Matter of fact, 'knowledge the team Kid love valor suits, raw Coups, racing across The bridges, we hit bitches, then swindle the group Who's your favorite rapper? Lex Diamond, and his man Iron? So many niggas bitch, y'all dick, I ain't lyin' Show niggas how to dress too Well, yo, we take it from here, now let me bless you Ssee I got my life right now, got a new team, new label New way of moving, new glass cable And they still jello the kid, well did On the corner, ice rockin' Carvel kids Spit thirty six flavors, bitch Burn out Vegas, fuckin' mine, y'all catch all razors Fuck around and poison one of y'all, Cristal New shit, havd your mother on the bottle wildin' We came here to rep, step, movin' in motion Angel lotion on, coastin' the set Bitches yelling, "he look rich, he got fix" Came up, bought a drink, thought he'd be all on my dick [Chorus 2X] What’s Goin’ On[Raekwon] Days that fly through the mist, so young and so rich Powerful minds, the lines get intense Wall to wall, cats in hell, so many trapped lost Some will prevail and get clapped off in jail Families mentally dyin', the roads is narrow Jump out, bow and arrow, hit you with science Huh, we've been livin' this daily The wiz know what it is, that's why the vision is more clearly War between money and lust, trust me, I hit enough dust Suade fronts, color schemes, truck rings, stuck kings Suade fronts, Balley's and blunts Living amongst thieves, all we did was robbin', we won, Marvin [Outro: Marvin Gaye sample (Raekwon)] Hey baby, what you no good? (That's right lord) And trusted and back with, it's me I want (Niggas gotta cut this faggot millennium shit out right now) War is hell (War is hell, and get real with life) And will it be (start teachin' ya'll brothers, man) When will people start gettin' together again Flush Verse[Raekwon] Selling glass and blasting, machinery sling past Next stop: Bowling Green, bling flashing Glow my ass off, Po-Po they try to harass My dough - ching cash - and I sit in my dash and vent You know the W that come from Dirty Bast Bird baths, love to stunt, we got birds with gats Fly past, buy NASA, caught up with the cash Why blast when you know we in your crib? Bypass I mastered what? The treasurer of getting ass Whip assing, red pipe and leather; slick nasty Sassy, but at the same time raspy Plug me a thug, your mother eating plaster Intro (Vatican 1)You want a Rolls Royce You don't come here No, no You go to England That's wherever the fuck they make it If you want champagne You go see the French If you need money You find a Jew But If you want dirt Or scum buried under a rock somewhere Or some secret nobody wants anybody to know about There's only one place to go Right here PioneersFly as the new Five Live as a white man with black skin Powerful grimeys, who eat raw like Chinese Petty cases of coke, boat loads of good ol' dough We carry back to Medina from Beringia Feed me a Spanish, half-black, massive back Thick in the legs, bank account stacked A nigga with a liable piece of gold A ranch made of brick white picket fence Vision my dick Six horses, four Shar Peis, crib like Holyfield Build mine slowly, grow G And a lesson building in manifestin' Keep the stress off your chest Then get money like Mexicans Live as a corner with hard rocks And big nines and dimes, I'm only part 2 And you a dart Distinguished gentlemen who love getting dick sucks Hate comical rap, but kill men for 10 bucks The palm lady spit on my grave and said, "Chef, you stay paid" One shell hit you I fell with you And till then, blow forever Keep family snakes away - You got a daughter to treasure Have twins name one Caesar, female called Anisha We out to Fiji on Easter Good bottle of wine Nine on me dwelling on time Wearing bally sneaker watch Phillip Stein Mad grey in my waves, 101-EX Exelero behind me, dumbstruck meat heads Thinking of the days I got robbed, not for money When I mean albums, they couldn't catch it I fouled them But now more aggressive, checks look special too Do the knowledge, young boy, we professional On the Fly Note[Raekwon] Maxing on a fly note, real nigga's appear We honor those gangstas who ain't here Legends was born, Apollo classics, young niggas with ones The hype ratchets, New Balance and Bill Blassie Roof top nights, the booth, coked down Air Force on since twenty two Live niggas try to rhyme, but died Off the strength of the name, on wack cocaine, niggas is high Let the beat journey, we could all see clearly Tweak through the earlobe, with peak of this shit, we seen years go High times rhyming, so divine, lines that taste like spring water Shorty dope like a nine Poison shot the lungs of young Went through the barrel of sparrow, one who ain't hawk through the slum Bums had no where, train style, one chain out Mission was dust, a foam blew my brains out [Outro: Raekwon] Who would've thought it was me? Who would've thought it was you? Just vibe, just watch you ride it, ride it King Of Kings (Feat. Havoc)F/ Havoc [Intro: Havoc (Raekwon)] Let's go (Yeah, nigga) Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout (It's all good don't worry about it) You feel what I'm sayin'? (Don't worry about it) Yeah (Word up, let's go) You know how we gotta come at this niggas, man Yeah.. come on.. yo [Havoc] Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kicks Better move little fucks when the heat I'll spit The hammer clap like the ass on a meat-out chick Dump clips like a trifflin' ass bitch to drop If you short you're a chance in the box But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled On the floor, like a new born baby, God What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of shit is leakin' out of his head? When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin' Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas) [Chorus 2X: Raekwon] All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us? Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it Eh yo all that money, all them niggas All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely" [Raekwon] I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa You know the code, yo caesar low straddlers Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin' Imperial wizards, Staten Knife game off the chain and I'm with four hundred with wagons yo Live wires, shoot darts for bread Any map, I assist that, I'm holdin' it, all niggas dead What? Battle for cake and fuck wizzes We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain't no fake niggas Reminisce, spit faces Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them niggas cake Battle the gun, you're wildin' I might levitatate well, I might take ya shit, push up, stylin' it Oxes, reefers, police need us The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up Fuckin' with the poisonous hand Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans [Chorus 2X] [Raekwon] Eh yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me One of the top five gangstas alive My element is just the Elliott Ness, niggas who hide Yo I ran from some niggas that was police These niggas heard about me bringin' marked money in, I had the whole East I've been the greatest, been flippin' the latest Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin' haze And all the young niggas praise me It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, 'yana pace Come on, banana squeeze, aim at these Caravans Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish' Comin' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin' ki's Fuck wit' the media, it's all good [Chorus 2X] Get Me[Sample: (?)] I start off snorting little tiny pinches So that I know I won't get hooked Not on no coke, you can't get hooked My friends have been snorting 15 years, they ain't hooked [Raekwon] From the tone of the voice, it's moist and choice A special, he shoot 'em in the face with them boy Yo, from all them niggas off of Hoy Street, came this Large nigga taking over parole Crib all stretched out, bulletproof saunas Furry minks, touching the ground, she slaughtered six shrinks One of the primetime kings, all of the young niggas Who lived it, will sit in the box and dream He coppin' lots of things, he even got rasta connects Now, he bling, if lord love me, he'll throw it up, all lovely Open the shirt, all ugly He kept the Purple Tape, hug me Tell that nigga Chef, when that nigga get on, plug me There it go, Barnaby Jones and Mugsy Two wicked cops, try'nna get their names on the come up Shit, do not fuck with me, I won't have it If them niggas try to pull up, what's up, get me Dirty WaterDrug dealer's dream Cruel bottles, vinyls on move Amphetamines, a beretta and a pool With a whale of kings All guns is bodied, lobby in the hall Uncle[Intro: Raekwon] Word up, unc's is a live nigga Hey, Uncle, uncle! What up baby? Yeah, yeah, I need a pair of kicks, pa Hold me down, man, for real, for real, for real Love you to death, nigga Word up, word up, uncle, uncle, uncle Yeah, fuck them niggas, homey [Raekwon] For years, he had the coast's on lock Jamaicans make bread, Cubans call him pop Was a young O.G., considerate, fly gangsta anxious His face is rude, that made him more dangerous Went suddenly blind, he couldn't see faces He rock glaciers, well known in strange places Been killin' niggas, all ages Paid his way up out of court cases, extortin mazes Love stay greens, livin' in Queens Cousin named Dahoom, who you, nigga I'm Team Dressed real ill proper, when he locked up Playin' the wall, one foot up, what, the kid was into soccer Love family, nigga in Miami, right, Air Force's on Four horses smokin' on china white, they bad He had the Shaft look, and then he yell Rae He had cribs hooked, he had nasty books Him and his right hand, worth a hundred in the can Little short Dominican, little Duran was fam Eyes bloody, pop Vasine and he studied Gave rides to me, dropped me and Old Earth in Brooklyn I mean Brook-lan, a super crook don off the hook He had the juks look, and he loves Benzes and gongs Get wands, daddy, Yukon, grow up get on's daddy Be sure, watch for, eat all that, daddy Yeah, young'n's, supposed to marry Don't play me close, kept the loot in his boats, he threw the toast at me I wanted to be with him badly Had me like a little nigga, runnin' with wolves, they all glow gladly Heavenly, now he seventy, got rich representin' me He won't throw me no cash, play pool, baby I be like, ooh, no you didn't, baby, get drunk money You'se a slick dude, baby, slip through, baby Yeah, I'm on, makin' records now, I be gettin' money after you gone He's a Don, slick Juan, Marijuan', Don Juan Eatin' Caribbean food, feedin' me wrong Breathe from the tongue, Chef you live Make these niggas realize you gon' be number one [Chorus: n/a (Raekwon)] He's a high roller, he's a shot caller He's a slick talker, he's a big baller (Wise words he spoke to me, look how it's suppose to be) Try Me (Freestyle)[Hook: Dej Loaf] x2 Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family And I ain't playin wit nobody Fuck around and I'm a catch a body [Verse: Raekwon] Try me, try me, I'ma pull that flame out and start firin' Lightin' up the cheeba, schemin' on a robbery We gon' hit your label up, they yellin' bribery A posse like the Isleys, the Isleys Posin' in Ferragamo, need some Visine All us got machetes, poke you with the Yao Ming 17 holes in your Polo [?] Stylin' since the '90s, the '90s Shoutin' out Japan, biggin' up my Chinese 2 S Benz's flyin', those are Siamese Burner in the bag, Gucci sneakers lime green Don't you ever rhyme, B, no you're not me Blowin' heavy broccoli, my sport is hockey Yeah we fuck bad bitches, whores jock me Flyin' in a Porsche, doors, oh stop beefin' A King’s Chariot (Intro)[Instrumental Track] Ghetto BoyThis song has yet to be transcribed Intro (Vatican 3)The street is the only one that matters Court is for uptown people With suits, money Lawyers with three names If you got cash you can buy court justice But on the street justice has no price She's blind where the judge sits But she's not blind out here Out here the bitch got eyes White Killers IntroIn case you thinking I'm trying to pull some of that old time nigga shit on you captain I think you ought to know something I hired the very best killers there are White killers White ones baby So you better take good care of me Nothing better happen to one hair on my gorgeous head Can you dig it OutroIt's immobilarity Say... What's you wanna do? Heavyweights*to be transcribed Musketeers of Pig Alley (remix)[Raekwon] Crack that pineapple open Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats Got big rifles, play the hood, ride Benz cycles Y'all mens are psycho, Killah Hill 'ciples More fly generics, money make moves, forget it We got this locked since nineteen-seven So many rods and weapons, ain't no more reppin's Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that Meet the real, we lock the real, me/him lock the steel Pop off, pull out, drop them bills I run with all real killas, all for realers Nikes on, awesome gorillas Want more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin' All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us We ex-dust niggas, don't even touch my drink Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint All my niggas get paint, yo what's my name? Lexus Diamond, Ice Water Inc [Interlude: Masta Killa] Huh.. (uh-uh-uh-uh) Uh! Yeah! Once again in the motherfuckin' place Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, nigga Yeah.. you know how we gets down Me and this mixo, we so.. we so tight Lex Diamond sound, and uh I bees the High Chief, Jamel Arief Straight from East Medina And uh.. yo.. yeah! Yeah.. huh! [Masta Killa] They started jammin' in the park, just after dark Two turntables and their DJ scratchin' Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin' Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin' Temperature risin' Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less talkin' Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a G. hard Explosion rocks the Promenade, I'm God And he show and provin', 'knowledge how he movin' Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see Never fall victim, dictate the fate Leave the bake for the snake If he take than I take his head without question In the one to fourteen check the Justice lesson Now uh! [Interlude: Inspectah Deck] Uh! It's the pineapple Daquiri fuckin' up ya mindstate Ya heard? (Yeah) Spread the motherfuckin' word Yo! [Inspectah Deck] I'm from where it's real, niggas peal ya' orange We want enough bricks that we could build apartments I. General in the field of marksmen The Bad Boys wit' me ain't Will or Martin Feel what I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine Spot him deep in the Killah Hill poppin' Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work And my team ain't ya' average, CREAM we handle it Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips Festo! If you wit' me, let's go! The nymphos love me, X-O, X-O Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard They call the riot squad, we live and in charge Y'all non-beleivers get reminded with scars It's the pineapple, Rebel I. natural Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you (CHUH-PUGH! Nigga!) Blue Diamond(feat. Chip Banks) [Raekwon] Call me the flyest jewel thief in the town jewelry nympho with info All I need is three hold me down where the joints at chill Its one big rockless glass And its blue play it low when we snatch that Rock your black outfit kid Im going out kid you all mouth kid Be the driver chill out kid Snatch the glass the we all on hold on Lord Who holding it who bought the idea duke Its over with No funny guy business what is this its just realness Its only us who willing to steal this Got my whole life on it Mans wife on it throw my black Nikes on it With sons ready to Ike for it my position is contain yal Sort of like dope fame on yal Blowing game on yal Lets get this paper Start vaporizing think about legalizing Plus you went wrong now im Penalizing [Chorus x2: Chip Banks] Diamonds, grande y azul Aiyyo we got chopo And you can get some too Take money [Raekwon] Yelling out asta la vesta last name masesta mean feon smoke with feces Publicize this im go rise don in disguise That will throw his arm out of five that fly Jewel specialist fool specialist Move like Professionalist strengthen paper excellent Might be painting your town Throw the drink down blowing it real-estate style Feel my weight now Chilling healthy And came up game up tore the frame up Got to vote for the mayor later Snatch something I believe in some call it thieving But I call it extra dough on the weekend Me and my family breezing so much ice its Freezing The Dean switching up for a reason out of nature we be g'ing Some of these spots Korean That saten gleam got me peeing?? [Chorus x2: Chip Banks] We get chop dough? And you know its true Ayo we get chop dough And you can get some to [Raekwon] Ayo the topic is laying in the tropics ill ass clique to rock with We deligating on the block kid money invested in a deal Lets stress it on the real side burning big phills holding bills Technique Made us all meet Made me sit back repeat each Started from the fame of the week This is glory mandotory phat dough Rocking my hand to bring cash to support me [Chorus: x2] Chris Rock[Sample: Chris Rock] They can find Saddam Hussein in a fucking hole But you can't tell me who shot 2Pac? Wu Tang At It Again DJ Riddler Mix[Raekwon] Word up to ferrier man Shout out to ferrier Got about six of my minks in that bitch man Word up man Its going down man Listen to the plan Automatic money Abaleya kopalaAbaleya kopala Big Beat[Intro] Yeah Ayo Al, what up nigga? It’s Rae, man, you know we told ‘em we gon’ do [Verse 1] Ayo, they claim the greatest of all time is me, straight legend The range, the weapon [?] to run with your shine Blow a hundred shots and bounce, light up We in the night up from sunset to dawn, light it up See the mutts’ first breakout, pardon my nuts, and grab it Where your boss at, faggot? Switching lanes, tidier chains, listening to the things you saying With no money, motherfucker—not a dime I rhyme regular, still, but wish some competitors come real It’s all about intelligent lines (Be yourself, nigga) Yeah, that cardboard tough talk is weak It’s maybe ‘bout six thousand of y’all and maybe three I keep Mold and shape like I’m growing a plant I stand, this is raw weight, don’t get knocked I got to say it, it’s no hating (Gotta say it) I’m just a real nigga with taste, kid (Yup) All ass synthetic, daddy, and bass, kid (Yeah) Stuck bottles, fucking, a fat model riding (Aww, shit) Them goggles with the GGs all on my face Pick a place, make your album crazy I come through the race and put you back in your space [Break] Ha, and stay the fuck out my face And get the fuck out the place Get your ass [?] Yo, let’s keep feeding these niggas, man Let’s make hip-hop even more special Word up, you know what time it is, man It’s like, they like Jolly Ranchers Cooking light tonight? Yeah, yo Ayo, ayo, ayo [Verse 2] Ayo, the Chef, Marlon Brando, Black Rambo Lord of the guns; Killah Hill, where it’s 200 Rambos (We got 200 Rambos) Grease one fiend for traffic Get in the mix, we got fifties, half-ounces of six Playing Lionel and Diana, talking on the phone to a whore “Bring the baggies, take the thousand to Nana” While I’m in the zone, cat daddy, indica home Blowing Earth weed, pardon me, Perth weed Looking good, smelling like Indonesia (Yes) Hair full of waves in the caves of Pisa Chilling singing that “Mona Lisa” Gold teeth in my mouth, handful of rings, the thiefster All I know is “Rob ‘em, wing ‘em” Under the building, blinging, 24 hours of slanging Caking off G and staking off Me and some goons from different parts of the Mediterr-ean They thought all my brothers were Korean Japan know me well, stop, that’s the Chef riding a BM X6LIGT, me, twenty years old (Yo) inside of rap’s mausoleum Black man, free him Any real gangsta nigga or backpacker who love rap better see him C-H-E-F or A-L-C-H-E-M, ayo, I-S-T ‘em (Ayy, yo yo yo) [Outro] Ayo, Alchemist, man Let ‘em know what we doing, my nigga Know this is motherfucking War of the Roses right here Real diabolical, deadly shit Let’s go Range Rover (Sport)[Intro: Raekwon] All that heroin out there, nigga I can't tell, nigga, what's up I can't tell you nothing no more [Verse 1:Raekwon] Pull up the Range sport, blow in the back of the trunk Color sickening, bitches is blunt Snitches get plucked and popped, cut and chopped, and yo We generate hoods and hide this gwop For all the blocks we invading, we be caking & strip naked I know you wasn't selling by the building, I feel the hating Dust blunts with heroin, servin up Steak'ems Shot him by the building, yo, and spit on his laces Rich niggas'll rise, more eyes, yo, Busta, what up? Chilling like we at thе 25's out Night time is vibe, pies gеt thrown to guys You fuck up this money, bones is fried I'ma stay fly, getting paper, sit on a ten acre kitchen Bout the size of the Ritz at Penn Station, yup Rich niggas we spot you, stay genuine, cousin Do your numbers, fam, regardless, yo, we got you [Interlude: Raekwon] Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking.. Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting Niggas know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga Huh... I'm the motherfucking Ali of the game, bitch [Verse 2: Raekwon] Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac' What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru' Don't even move duke, take off your shoes We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass Wallies is off the meat rack, splash Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town Me and forty-five mad real niggas, we light clowns up now Piss In The Shark Tank[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah (stop breathing like that man) Uh huh, just slide in the back It’s right there for you pa, go get that man, it’s right there (niggas is thirsty man) [Verse: Raekwon] I’m like a tame wolf when it come to fighting these pits We see grub yo, vulture juice spray on my dick A acrobat, holding two MACs, it’s all in my width High times got the dimes in the hood, we gotta hit Larger than ice, carve niggas’ domes with knifes And cuddle thousands of birds and roll ‘em in rice All that’s more [?] 2017 with the Swiss cheese at-bats, throwing hollow caps The mansions were big, bottles of [?] I only rock lambskins, y’all pussies is cats What now? Hunt nothing down, it's all threaded Watch us makе a fly sweater, y’all bettеr run, you ready? Jewelry take it off, that's me killer, you know the drill Keep quiet, stand still, chill, slide me a bill I'ma do it for my niggas lost in Rikers Now they got spikers, just make it home on the real Ayo my slang go in convulsions If you know the time it’s like Love Potion No. 9 for niggas who crying I study the best and dusty the bowl And anything between the line, Escobar the magnetic Boy George rhyme Run a rep for the strongest, from here to VA VA to PA, some shot niggas up for lying This belongs in the veteran’s book, of writing wrongs Let it live catch gray hairs, y’all stepping stone dons I’m implying that these young boys, keep eyeing Black some can’t hustle ‘cause they stay wining and dining Up the wrong hole, ceiling get tapped Don’t off-road just like BMW’s, Range’s and Land Rove’s Life’s HecticLife's hectic And a bitch being skeptic (...) 1000 2 MillionIt's a million to 2 What's you gonna do? (...) DJ Riddler BlendThe honey with the money (...) The TruthThe national guard, still tearing the hood apart (...) Shame on a Nigga (Snippet)Back in 93 We said shame on a nigga who doesn't put the Clan on the front! (...) Make MovesMy game is extra large How did niggas like you end up in the game? (...) Gangsta CazalsYo, Chef! Show them what's you gonna do! (...) Down SouthIf things go wrong Ima bounce down south (...) A Few Good MenA few good men exist in this world (...) Ain’t No JokeYeah, like Rakim, I ain't no joke (...) FaceTimeHey baby, wanna face time? (...) WeedYeah, scratch it up RZA... It's Raekwon bitches (...) Apple JaxYeah I'm sitting here With the Apple Jax on... (...) EnemyA general can never live With the shame of retreat (...) Gun KingYeah, you know how I go (...) Spring Water (DJ Riddler Blend)The water from the spring That's gonna make your tongue ring (...) Starks & ChefIt's the Chef and Tony Stark!! (...) Intro (CCC)Yeah, lets go It's the Chef, cooking cocaine (...) House of WaxWhen the OG appears you must hide (...) Ice Water (Snippet)The water is cold as ice (...) (Intro) Unexpected VictoryYeah That was an unexpected victory! (...) Wu Tang ProductionNo need for introduction It's another banging, Wu-Tang production (...) Still Killin’ (Verse Off Kay Slay)Still killing, still tryna earn a living (...) Who Would Have ThoughtReal nigga looking for money like a pig looking for food (...) VaticanLike Vatican, I'm the holiest of these niggas (...) Black DustMoving the black dust (...) Pop OffBefore I show off I gotta pop off (...) Major WavesYeah, who want mine??? Beat Beat Beat Kids That RichUsed to drive around Iced Out with Gucci jackets and diamond watches with Stingray straps arms hanging out the windows (...) Six 6sLet the bitches beg (...) Wu-Tang[Hook: U-God] You ain't heard us in a minute, you heard us in a minute, man (Wu-Tang!) I keep banging on you niggas, finger on my trigger, man (Wu-Tang!) [Verse 1: U-God] I love bankrolls, stank hoes, camera shots, Kangols, bangles Pink records, check it, yeah, I make those More paper than Kinko's, check my lingo, bingo On my face, honey, not a wrinkle, trinkle My twinkle twinkle, make your toenails crinkle Twist up a dinkle, and honey, let's mingle, jingle When the nightfall, I'm tight with my white walls The greedy pain, draining on my life force Behold the pale white horse, the hype loss with tight jaws Fight law off, cuz I don't like ya'll Huh, I'm from the tar pits, the hard target to squash the market You're brain washed, watch the starships I make cars flip, Deck bomb atomic, Islamic arms Kiss the comet, this time, he's gone I grip the don, rip arms out the socket, cock it Fly logic, now watch me sky rocket, watch it Hot as the tropic get, bulletproof asaphogus Steel cage confidence, burn it on a floppy disc Swerve the metropolis, my whole team in back of me You just a half of ki, I'm a coke factory [Hook: U-God] (x2) You ain't heard us in a minute You heard us in a minute, man (Wu-Tang!) I keep banging on you niggas Finger on my trigger, man (Wu-Tang!) [Verse 2: Method Man] Yo, thank god it's Friday, like it's just me and my chick Cruising the highway, she twisting my piff You see I'm living proof that crime pay, the type that go at a bitch The type to shoot the gift, and blow every clip I know this money like the back of my hand, you get the back of my hand Just like a fiend who took a package and ran Po-po be hopping out of passenger vans, harassing niggas in Park Hill For marked bills, ratchets and grams So I move like I'm ducking a charge, I'm trying to set up shop Get this gwop, get the fuck out of dodge Most my niggas like to puff in the car, most these hoes emotionally scared And keep the works stuffed in they bras This is ghetto rap, where the pot be calling the kettle black My bullets trynna see where they head is at, I'm heading back To the slums, back to the block, I got the Clan on my back And you know we heading back to the top, nigga [Hook: U-God] (x2) You ain't heard us in a minute You heard us in a minute, man (Wu-Tang!) I keep banging on you niggas Finger on my trigger, man (Wu-Tang!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Drugs[U-God] I don't know where to begin, or where to start All I know is I broke my mother heart It started way back with a little weed Then it grew into acid, coke and speed I became that monster with a need to feed Was it greed? No, I just needed to freeze Then I dibbled in this, then I dabbled in that Then the next thing you know, I was exposed to crack And I guess curiosity killed the cat And the way that it look, ain't no turning back And I used to have the hook up, g'sll splurge Now, I just cook up to feed my herbs Now, people just look up, like he's the third Cuz he walk around town like he's a bird Instead of money it was drugs that he prefered Say no to the substance, heed my words [Chorus 2X: U-God] I don't love the drugs, drugs love me It's the coke, and the weed, and the ecstasy It's a terrible disease, that go down down deep And all day long it be calling me [U-God] My father, he had dope fiend arms Lord, thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus for moms Damn, I did her wrong, not a pot to piss in And the, TV's missing, couldn't stop the addiction Damn, that cause friction, I broke the trust Huh, how could I tell her that I smoked it up And I smoked the red dust, to fight the demons And I need a head rush, cuz tonight I'm fiending Not for the nicotine, the pipe I'm screaming And the monkey on my back, can't fight the feeling And I did a robbery, I broke the clip And I caught a lottery ticket and smoked the dip Life fucked up, nigga, I choked my bitch Police tried to cuff me and I broke the stick I'm as low as I can get, low as I can get, nigga Low, low, need another hit, nigga [Chorus 2X] [U-God] I love getting high, throwing dick to dames Lived life to the fullest like my name Rick James I don't know what's more addictive, the chicks, the fame Damn, I done shamed my family name One foot in the rain, one foot in the flame Ugh, rich or poor, whatever you call it I'm a cigarette smoker, two sips from alcoholic Got to change my ways, flush drugs down the toilet [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Train Trussle[Intro: Mike Tyson sample] I'm the best ever, I'm the most brutal and vicious And most ruthless champion there's ever been There's no one can stop me, there's never been nobody who could --- I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one like me I'm from their cloth, there's no one who can match me Praise be to Allah! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Just jewels, no crew heavy, my inside pants lay Come packing like two machetes, one ratchet Two clubs and a mask, jumping out a green rover Niggas balling me down, that's when I reached over Figured they ain't got no manners, young boys round here They don't know my status See niggas looking for a full time jack move But they don't know, that these blades here crack dudes Give it to them quick, something like fast food Take a nigga gun like, you gon' blast who? Cinderella girl, fronting in them glass shoes Homo thug, bitch ass nigga, I smash you You mad, 'cause you rocking a shit bag, smelling like piss When it popped, ya click ran, you fucking with powerful men Come value your business, it ain't all gravy You pussy niggas, you'se the Avon lady, fuck you [Hook: U-God & Scotty Wotty] We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled We tussle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled [Verse 2: U-God] Yo, I hit 'em up with the snubs, puff the bigger buds So sinister, a John Dillinger, yeah, I've been a thug Fire all cylinders, swing with gritty love Smooth talk, watch a moonwalk up in the club I'm like Michael Jackson without the glitter glove Go get it for sure, that's right, a jitterbug A minister of death, came back to finish ya At the tip of the missile, a fish, you been a scud That's right, it's in my blood, damn, what's in them drugs They make you spit slugs, leave marks in the floor Yo, I stomp through the yard, I march through the hall Charles Bronson them hard, Jack Johnson your jaw If I sell out, yo, I'm copping some more Get the hell out, or I'm popping the four Shell pour out, big boxes of bullets Your snotbox is bust, when I cock to the fullest [Hook: U-God & Scotty Wotty] We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled We tussle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled [Verse 3: Scotty Wotty] Consider me pissed off Them swiners better throw in they hog trough 'Fore I blast the hot shot of Smirnoff Rhymes contrast to an airplane crash I precede the aftermath of an acid bath Take a leap from the Hyatt, and walk home bloody from a riot And still stay chubby on a diet Chicken in Michigan, get ya head crushed with a Michelin It's obvious, the God ain't settling Reputation and ego, buried in ghetto cathedrals Blow the Ruger, brothers wanna through rubbles Rock fight avalanches and ambushing Contaminated bitches, dirty dishes and dope pushes I dreamt plus I get a rush from a toilet flush It wasn't us, it was Paul and his brother Uncle and four cousins, they had to die like the Dirty Dozen I guzzle punks like 22's Embezzle words and verbs, and interval avenues It's important to be caution, click of this magnitude is remorseless We eat the fucking cake without the frosting Contents contained, shackles his splattered brain Ever since Killah Priest was ordained I'm bringing back the revelry, I had with Beverly And half of you corn niggas is greener than celery Fuck outta here [Hook: U-God & Scotty Wotty] We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled We tussle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled We tussle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled [Outro: Mike Tyson] My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart Praise be to Allah!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rumble[Intro: U-God] Countdown... [Verse 1: U-God] Are you ready? Are you mad inside? Got you strapped down to your seats Out of the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip God speed, approach follow my lead Fire winds gust, empire crush Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit the rush Untouchable chunk of earwax and soul Sound waves slay out the bat cave smoke My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote Down slope, elegant as Fantasia Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid In the shaft, shotty cocked, hip hop to the limit Nightwatch, pad mark Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash Gimmie what it takes NOW!! [Chorus: x2: U-God] Rage, rock roll, fight Brawl, fall, rumbleee! [Verse 2: Letha Face] The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City With the possibility to stop your walkin ability God forgive me, spark enemies with pistol grips The missile tip's impact hit you so hard, you shit through your dick Official scripts strikes when physical hits You physical bitch, watch for the imperial blitz, serious shit Submit, subject to the wreck war tone, and thought poems Liver than WWF Warzone Walk upon them Gotti tracks, bodies collapse Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks Logical facts from the terror dome Spill from the guts, trail to you ?puss? from where you bust In God you now entrust Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck Clown what? You'll get drowned in the cut While crowd round up [Chorus: x2: U-God] Rage, rock roll, fight Brawl, fall, rumbleee! [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] A-yo, yo; I spit bars, traveling tremendous speed measuring far Been busting satellites circling Mars Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic Professional neck shit, left foes beheaded This music, is mind control like computer chips Been doing this for numerous years, refuse to lose it With turbo tactics, maneuver like a trained soldier Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it's game over Ayatollah, high roller nine totter Mind controller, 2009 time folder My coalition, bring the demolition Wu-blade decision, slate the competition, wit no intermission Spitting hazardous darts, up front like Rosa Parks Makin million men march [Chorus: x2: U-God] Rage, rock roll, fight Brawl, fall, rumbleee! [Verse 4: Method Man] Yo, who got next? Meth got next I chin check, all these MC's line em up god, I go Jihad Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge Police squads trying to bogard, we rip and rob The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is In the ghetto, we ain't scared to death, but scared to live So Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy Rusty-ass .38 Special, niggas owe me Slowly I turn, face the one and only Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch I keeps a bitch 36 Chambers, enter at your own risk Take that watch off and tuck your necklace City never sleeps, streets is restless Rap style'll slave you, when you least expect it Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy [Chorus: x2: U-God] Rage, rock roll, fight Brawl, fall, rumbleee!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fame[Intro] You know it's all about (fame, fame) You know it's all about (fame) [Verse 1: U-God] I'm a winner in my book Lean Cuisine in the kitchen, the fly cook In the air like Kareem and the sky hook Def juxt, my left hook This is easy work The mic mechanics, see the greasy shirt This is easy perks Photo 2-stepped out of the chopper My bitch know she cute Manolo boots keep cussin' at the hustlers How you gon' get loot, you're cussin' out the customers No sales, you better have my cash If the feds don't grab me, I got lots of plans I'll need goals, the all-star cast In the leading role, call it cruise control Everything is shakable, everything is takable No chinks in my armor, I'm feeling unbreakable Swimming through the sharks tank, I'm top rank for the [Hook: U-God] (Fame) For the (fame) For the (fame) For the (fame) For the (fame) For the (fame) [Verse 2: U-God] On my arm I draw ink, resemble war tank The glass tipper, spilling up more drink All I do is think of ways to smash 'em Eyes on me, rise for the anthem Rings like Green Lantern in the green Phantom Talk of the town, "Don't he look handsome?" You're little league, you owe me major debt It's the takeover, I'm cashing European checks Brush your teeth, I'm your early morning toothache Stomp the roach, this is how my boot taste Cotton candy, hot sippin' brandy Pass me my suitcase you skinny pants fruitcake Listen to the grime when it's mixed with crime A dozen of my rhyme books, you're stalkin' on my timeline From the foul line back to the huddle Writin' tracks on the bullet train to the shuttle for the [Hook: U-God] (Fame) For the (fame) For the (fame) For the (fame) For the (fame) For the (fame) [Verse 3: Styles P] Raised by wolves like the book by Prevario Did a lot of dirt but never would say sorry though Wild like the latin boys down in El Barrio Crook on the juxt then you better do your cardio Run to him or run from him He's a killer so you can't take his gun from him He bagged coke so his hands feel numb from him He's a cold-hearted bastard, better dumb dumb him Preferably a .45, my job is making sure If they violate the big man, the little shorty ride Out in the stretcher in the ambalance Me, I let the hammer blam for niggas Moving grams on the hand to hand If I'm talking snow, it's a avalanche I ain't thinking of rap, catch me in the battle stance Yeah it's the Ghost, motherfucker Guns, rappers and blunts, yeah I smoke motherfuckers [Verse 4: U-God] Check out my drunk dance, the Killah Hill redbone Put that on my headstone, you see the gemstone? Caught it in the endzone, headphones Dr. Dre The new sensation, yeah I got a lot to say Let him speak, he's so misunderstood Let him speak, the new voice of the hood Never had the hype, always had the heart Keep it simple and sharp, then I land on the charts for the [Hook: U-God] (Fame) For the (fame) For the (fame) For the (fame) For the (fame) For the (fame)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pleasure or Pain[Intro: U-God] Once again... Through the storms [Verse 1: U-God] I gotta stay strong take deep breaths, hold on long Bring the harm with no regrets On my chest, let me knowledge be born on levels, wild Devil copters mark my every step When the riots form, my woman keeps me warm From Fort Green I sing the song mean Bring the calm overseas, glide high in the skies Sky dive... far... far as the eye could see In the midst of acapell', I ball my fist up Unravel, travellin to the cells of Gotti I shot up a shell, will he drop? Will he flop? Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail? The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planet Plan harder, your Godfather's plans failed I air mail the senseless scar, two snub noses Niggas love those expensive cars Is it him and those twenty inch rims, splittin the tar? An amazon woman from the stripbar God, it varies, Halle Berry, stars eatin hard cherries This world is bizarre, not bein far from Mars Galaxy hoppin, non-stoppin the sun rays Stayin paid for real, 'til I'm old and grey Pretty legs, of course, soft as clay Degrees, hot breeze in your hair all day, all day Engaged a lot, rockin hot and cold chains Is my brain vain? Flames, still dock the missles Let off one, stay in your lane Everybody got issues, I'm drunk off the rum Numb, one case got thrown out in dismissal Everybody got pistols, but will the referee blow the whistle Before I lock on your ass, bone gristle? These streets is crystal, crystal, crystal [Verse 2: Hell Razah] Pleasure and pain, some took lead to the brain Got rich and couldn't live for the end of the game Government train, breakin off the slavery chain From a weddin to a funeral, it's pleasure and pain Guns, gangs cock back, ready to aim Colin Fergusons, ridin on the back of the train Televisions and this cocaine, got us insane We got to war, if we all got a burner, then flame Baby showers, same day as nuclear showers Prophecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour Shots fired in the night, from the heart of the coward Stop the growth of the young flowers from going to Howard Brooklyn Beirut, raised in fatigues and boots Blue-printin who we hittin, and we need to shoot No description, all though it was dark, an Egyptain And didn't have no love, but a grudge against Clinton [Verse 3: U-God] Representin... how much gold can one man claim? Over horizon, recognize him, it's candy rain Flusty, lookin out of dusty old window pane With nothin to lose, but everythin to gain So far to go, much more is unclaimed No delay, when we spray, we Play IV Keeps in the Jeeps Stumpin somethin gritty, it's gun nitty in the city That never sleeps, street sweepin Is senseless, intense, fenced in, fleein A long road ahead, I'm still believin in my freedom On the darkest day, I'd say your darkest hour I came to realize, the sin is most inner-most power So enchanted, cry inside, fryin and dancin At God speed, damn it, fear is planted Severe nature of man, there's still no cure Seduce me, reduce me to ashes, caught in the law Atoms scatter, brain lashes, to the core question Still no answers, moves of the phantom, handsome Midnight silence surround us, eye in the sky Everything is a lesson, RZA I love the God for all of your blessings I'm reppin, grateful 'til I'm dead, hateful heads, we under Allah's Protection Essence of life, one second, after the blastin I wonder, is Heaven truly everlastin? I'm askin, I said it to four lost relatives missin, in action Communication breakdown, it's all the same Havin a nervous breakdown, draw you insane It's just pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain Another man's loss, another man's gain Stay in the game, pleasure and pain We treasure the fame, pleasure and pain Pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain, pain, pain, painEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Epicenter[Intro: movie samples, Inspectah Deck] I call this the wild style It's inherited from Wu Mei The Huang style founder Hahahahaha, what else have you got? Wu-Tang INS your highness Golden Arms [Verse 1: U-God] The booth with the ground wire Where I control my empire, thugs call me sire To roam my kingdom, you must spit fire Bars of fifty, what the crown requires A few good men stand up, motivated to do shit They know how to file the blueprint You getting this exclusive Stamped and packaged for your personal usage A shot of this is ruthless Inmates salute this, young kids root for this The whole world waits upon a Goldie exclusive I stay secluded and think about the process Stay submerged, similar to Loch Ness Surface when the time is right, or my soldier night Rebel music, Geto Boys in the spotlight Keep everything in hindsight, living the lime life Sharp on a [?], just keeping my mind right And watch what you say around a chick She spread last through the click like Ebola on the tip Atop of the highest mountain, the epicenter of rap They yell, "Wu forever across the map" [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] No question, your dude is live I line 'em up like the song sell two for five It's all love, you can hate, you can scrutinize Fuck with me, boy, that's suicide, foolish pride I spent every form of cash, bagged mad exotic hotties Like I just became a made man, how they mob me Started from the lobby, Rebel get it shaking like the dice hand Flying a rag, no flight plan Overtime with the grind 'cause I'm working late Murder on the first tape, first 48 Hotter than Hell's Kitchen I lay my head where the shells ripping Mama knew I was a threat so she named me Jason Take your pick, either Bourne, Voorhees, or Statham My flag waving Atop of the highest mountain, the epicenter of rap They yell, "Wu forever" across the map [Verse 3: Scotty Wotty] Slick down bread was spread, it's in the envelope 36 pounds of shit under the microscope They knew my horoscope, they know I'm lactose They know I bust the sheet, slam out the cantaloupe They had the periscope slammed down my tonsils They tried to hit me with some decoyed sponsor I'm in the market every time I spark it I live to [?] with the concrete carpet I was in Rikers when you was in diapers Run the guards from the circle and created a cypher I grew 'em up, we elevated to the tour bus Masculine, adrenaline Running through your veins like dope in a tenement Where I became a resident Hooked up with the God and we became venomous Atop of the highest mountain, the epicenter of rap They yell, "Wu forever" across the map [Verse 4: Raekwon] New Bentayga with 50 keys Driving off the road Narco style, they caught me in Belize Fingerprints burned, Asics on Made a u-turn, pulled at the weed spot Glock on me, new rock on me Maybach beige [?] Nikehead Tracksuit got special powers, these guns carry dollars Mutilating chumps by the lumpsum Jump if you want something I be in the front with the pumps company Yeah, yeah, them niggas with fresh kicks Caught up in the mix, stress quick then we dress whips All the hoes give 'em the best tips We floating the best ships, throw your ass over like dead fish Yeah, for real, it's all hood Bible shit Mike Tysonal, all us on our tribal shit Atop of the highest mountain, the epicenter of rap They yell, "Wu forever" across the mapEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy XXX[Intro] Hello? Nigga, pick up your phone! Why you ain't been answerin' your phone? Old bitch ass nigga You is not motherfuckin' Rakim with yo little ass Answer the phone, nigga Damn, damn, there she go again I ain't [?] ass anyway, just a bitch ass nigga You got the game fucked up Pick up your phone [Chorus: U-God & Method Man] I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say I'm havin' problems with a jealous ex I know she listenin' but F it that I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say I know she listenin' but F it that [Verse 1: U-God] I'm havin' problems with a jealous ex Hack my phone, blowin' up my texts It's like she watchin' when I'm havin' sex I know you listenin' but fucker that She always sweatin' who I'm fuckin' next But she sweatin' out her hair with her friends at the disco tech I slide through the 'jects and she gets upset We ain't fucked in years, why you on my neck? Didn't rock up north with the kid When he did a bid for bricks and things What I should've did was never threw the dick on her Never should've spent on her, steak dinners Always in the crib with them fake niggas I'm eight figures, get richer Thots assure yourself why you hate a winner On my DM but you just a BM What you wanna be him? Never that [Chorus: U-God & Method Man] I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say I'm havin' problems with a jealous ex Hack my phone leavin' text message after text It's like she watchin' while I'm havin' sex I know she listenin' but F it that I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say I know she listenin' but F it that [Verse 2: U-God] These girls of the world ain't nothin' but trouble The quest for paper keep me locked in the bubble It's that Richie Rich, scoop it up with a shovel Took a look at my financial, it's time to double Would you love it if I crumbled, hah? Bet you love it if I stumbled, hah? Swear, I hate this bitch, I know she follows me I know this little hood booger wanna swallow me And I almost caught a felony, she trouble When she keyed a whip, had a fit, through a brick through the crib Disrupt my shit 'cause she saw a chick It ain't shit boom bip, think nothin' of it [Chorus: U-God & Method Man] I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say I'm havin' problems with a jealous ex Hack my phone leaving text message after text It's like she watchin' while I'm havin' sex I know she listenin' but F it that I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say I know she listenin' but F it that [Verse 3: Method Man] She hit 'em, nut, then it's seven next See, I'm just tryin' keep it real, but on the real, I wish we never met Gettin' them feelings then she get upset It's been a minute since we had any dealings, what, you ain't get it yet? Trick, you never should've cheated on the kid but you did Gave up the rib, you pig What you shoulda did was Never shoulda crept on me Never shoulda lept on me, chow, beat it 'Bout to get some chicken and some side pieces Mighta even skeeted on that Tempur-Pedic Maybe I'm shady and slim, holy Slim Jesus You know I mean it, why you holdin' grievance if all you want is penis? Neva that [Chorus: U-God & Method Man] I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say I'm havin' problems with a jealous ex Hack my phone leaving text message after text It's like she watchin' while I'm havin' sex I know she listenin' but F it that I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you sayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dat’s Gangsta[U-God] Brand new magnetic Killah Hill scorches Monster talk bosses, spank 'em, step into my office Crunch time steroid big boy ditches Eyes that lay for blood money riches Switches thug men gunmen dirty lung sticker Arch-crime Hitler, lurking with the lifter Shift the man vs. man heavy on the hands Chef in the kitchen cooking love love..slam! Blow out the stash; keep the bundle in the bush and the trash G-up, burn rubber for the reup..fast Terrible lung split frame for reala One-man go low hit man guerilla Whispering there something of a thriller, killer Drift, dirty fiend snore, scratch and sniff Dirty tombs diggin' you and my duty Rudy, mighty rap now toss another beauty Truly yours Golden Arms New York native Talk, shank in my mouth now gangsta walk [Hook: U-God] (effect)..Rock! Dat's Gangsta What? Dat's Gangsta (effect) Rock! Rock on Dat's Gangsta What?! [U-God] When I pump pump you'll prepare for a lump Magnificent funk plus it's wild on the dump Suckers can't fuck with the rhymes I conduct I fuck this mic like some big Mike slut Put your big shoes on now walk your struts Thought your last rugged cuts was rough enough? Right? Snuff you buck you stuck in the guts Unattainable thrust plus that hammerhead busts Once I splash acapella wind shaft This sick wild behavior can't shield from the BLAAST! Thrash mash the pedal now dash Outta town slangin' two bricks in my stash Sound cage of rage livin' that status That murderous thirst that's reign of the baddest You heard it here first one verse then you're caught Everybody jumpin' out gangsta walk rock [Hook : U-God] [ U-God] Raw, cold winds energize rebels All our doors swingin' killing floor level Explode code of silence my violence you respect Liver than flesh that this mic head the best Veteran chest never say die never say rest The hang time derange in this rap game divine Now change of the range bang with gansta our line Bust the falcon mic mountain men you know the outcome Define we pro dynamo I'm still scalpin' The body countin' rhyme drop put it on kill now Toil your girl in your Cadillac Seville chill Golden arch stolen heart no I'm robbin' fed Baddest women in the bed nigga mobbin' [Hook: U-God]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stomp Da Roach[Intro: Scotty Wotty] It's the Sasquatch, the Jackpot The roach killer, that's what we do You know what it is, you little crawly creepy bastards [Verse 1: Scotty Wotty] We ain't tripping, read the sentence The Gods got it locked like up on Main in San Quentin You drinking muscle milk, homey, you gon' get killed Walking round like Deebo, 'cause you slight built It's a dirty job, we get it popping hard We turn this whole shit slamming to the Mardi Gras And ain't nobody mad, it just we got it bad Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab Vacuum packed, concealed, no room for breath I grip a mic, it's Five Fingers of Death So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? When I slip on, the grip-on, no clip on And on the O'Jay's like Christopher Pawns And eat with the beast, in the valley of death Walk on the right, but I shoot with the left Stomp out a roach with the D-Con breath All you little rat bastards, I stomp you to death [Chorus: Scotty Wotty] Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yo [Verse 2: U-God] Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come on Roach killer, you scatter when the lights come on You can run on, and start ducking and dodging I pluck you, crush you right between the margin I'm the drill sergeant, I'm the boric acid The black flag nigga, the bio hazard The economist of the bio standard And he sprayed the mist on them flies that landed And I can be obvious or I can be candid, but I'm shaking roaches off my shoes and socks Then I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop box Then I, tell my girl to change all the locks Then I, throw my finger at the hip hop cops Then I, put on my Timbs, then I stomp the block 'Cause I, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? [Chorus: U-God] Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach [Verse 3: GZA] They known to leech off people for, years and years They cause trouble by, staying up in, niggas' ears They set up shops in apartments and projects Bold enough to roll up on, any object Grabbing on my gear til they pull the label off They fight for the crumbs that's on my table cloth They keep they antennas up, the signals strong They got the neighborhood bugged That's how they survived so long Immune to combats and household raids Like informants that's living off, government aid We leave roaches where the remain and trash lays Incinerate it, they spend they last days in ashtrays Ignored by the dogs, but, chased by the cat Like a sneaky ass rat that got caught in the trap A small time nigga, who didn't have a clue It take a million of y'all just to fill up my shoe [Chorus: GZA] Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know [Outro: 'The Godfather' sample] How long till you get me off the hook? For old time's sake I can't do it, Sally Don't ever take sides with anyone, against the family again everEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy God Is Love[Intro: Cappadonna] Stay y'all, atonement, this one is for you, yes sir, a-yo [Verse 1: Cappadonna] A-yo, I grab flows and throw 'em wit a twist of the wrist I throw one inside your house like a Christmas gift I'm the reason why these MCs be changing they flow Cause every time I spit mine, they can't get no dough Now y'all rappers pay attention, y'all don't know what it is You just tearing the blocks down and shooting at kids You not a thug to me now, and yeah, I know your type You just wild to ya self, you not wild in the club You with your boys all the time, like a homo thug You ain't never wit the honeys, you don't get no love You make music for these assholes that be on the block I make music for the world, just to bring up my stock Come on y'all, y'all don't really know what it do I drop jewels in your head like it's Prell shampoo Martin Luther King and Malcolm X, Don' and babies Spit the gospel in our rap, take brothers to church Y'all taught 'em to sell crack, but we show 'em they worth Wu-Tang music, this is how it suppose to sound Y'all keep picking up the hood, while you putting us down God is is love, come on, y'all [Hook: Cappadonna] Come on, God is love Everybody say God is love Come on, y'all say God is love God is love, love, God is love, love [Verse 2: U-God] Gotta change my ways, my mother warned me Calmly'll speak, time to air my dirty laundry Angels that guard my body, lord, I'm sorry Lord, I'm sorry for the things I did It's strange out here, we bang out here Killers, drug dealers, they hang out there Cold stares, we don't care, we braid our hair Lord, they hate out there, and there's jakes out where Got plan to escape, they fake out here Yeah, they snakes out here, full of lies and deceit Yeah, they take out here, son died on his feet Son cried in his sleep, can't forget his past He lost a glass ring, just to flip some cash He cried on the visit, his daughter kissed the glass I need your blessings, but I missed the mass I changed my ways, gotta shift the math I picked my path, my wrongs is right I used to hustle to the morning light Then I found out, son, that there's more to life They focused, indeed, my songs is tight And survival of the fittest, with all my might Got my legs and my brain, and all my sight No more grief, and my teeth is white And I never give up, and I keep the light [Hook x2: Cappadonna] Come on, God is love Everybody say God is love Come on, y'all say God is love God is love, love, God is love, love [Verse 3: Killah Priest] Hearses, pastors, limos, cast in stained glass windows Pews, pools of baptism, views of black victims I snooze, catch visions of a beautiful world No funerals, God's musical, unusual pearls Then, after his judgment and after the blood rips Off of body and soul, we like Marcus Garvey in the godliest robes And I awake from the sound of organs The sound of families mourning, falling grabbing his coffin Will he fall or carried by the Lord wings Absorbed in all the evil, that we do as the youth So we, teach 'em the truth, you, teach 'em to shoot Eve, ate out my fruit, then she, ate at my loot Now we, pitch on the stoup, til we rich in the coupe Then someone snitch, you're found stiff in your boots You need lessons, brothers, while I predict in the booth Proverbs is truth, so who you listening to? [Hook x2: Cappadonna] Come on, God is love Everybody say God is love Come on, y'all say God is love God is love, love, God is love, loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Heads Up[Intro: Scotty Wotty] Yeah, we on a high stake game right now my G No foots allowed, you understand? [Verse 1: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] I dribbled in Philly, doubled down in Vegas Tripled off a nickel, down in Talladega Tipped the oath, blood, money and smoke And I swear the state wrote any rhymes that I quote Here on now's about, stuffing the couch Making sure that shit is slammed right in your mouth I'm laying on cellophane bags stuffed in vials Palms got itchy cause my girl blew trial Checking for funny money purple life a marked bill Throw your dick in the dirt for chopped grills Open like a market of fleas and from 11-7, son if you copping for trees And I'm only fucking with 20s and Z's If you get the wrong idea, you better come with the D's Cause the bank won't stop and the bank won't freeze A double dose of process and 4 g's [Verse 2: U-God] I spent a lot of time on the bounce to get it right Stay rough around the edges like a bare-knuckle fight Call me Smokey Robinson when I write as I'm a journal I keep the burner tucked, deep inside the thermal And the way I hear you talking to me is irrelevant My laser sharp speech, makes me relevant Makes the ground shake like a gang of elephants And I came with mathematics, supreme intelligence So I can mix it in the pot and watch the rocks just melt Or put holes on the block it's just a notch on my belt Or invest in new bubbles watch it rock it and sell When the pockets start to swell, I'm taking that lane Hit the button doors open like butterfly wings And the sound system jumping on the summertime thing And we always up to something when the temperature's hot At the Maldives island watch the landing gear drop [Verse 3: GZA] Lyrical battles I identify with I load up and exploit this fly gift The clip is filled with 16 bars Lead hits the paper so the loose leaf scarred The mic booth is bulletproof Anger and frustration, auto fire from hooded youths In the darkest area assassin down to bury ya Decode a message from the fastest carrier This craft of trade with a sharp blade A double-edged sword give life in dark fades Turn murderous rap only means I killed it Up close and personal, Wu-Tang we filled it Mic masters Hip Hop's hallmark The Big Bang of rap and the center was all dark Then came the spark and we begin to rhyme And shine light on the world in the form of artEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Put it on Me[Intro: U-God] I'm tellin' you, tellin' you, tellin' you Ain't ready, Mark, Mark, they ain't ready, man They ain't ready, they ain't ready, they ain't ready for me They ain't ready for me, they ain't ready for me right now, nigga I'm here... {*laugh*} When you thought it was safe Ahh... ooh... give it to me, give it to me Uh... yeah... now give it to me, give it to me Pump... now bump bump... now bump.. Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, now bump [Chorus: Autumn Rue (U-God) {both}] Baby, when you put it on me (on me) Do you thing relentlessly ('lessly) Don't you wanna scream my name? {over, over} again I just wanna scream your name (your name) Give you lovin' that's insane {insane} Baby, won't you make me scream {over, over} again [U-God] Yo, yo, yo... now your's truly, same ol' g Ya'll gon' see, you can't hold me Feel my energy, my soul so free For a half a century, I've been low key Who is he? They call him, U-G-O-D Real grizzly, busy as a bee Feel it in the air, over the sea Don't be mad cuz your ho chose me Hazel eyes, no goatee, hold heat, rock you to sleep Known in the streets for my platinum teeth Cuz when I pop something, I go in deep, no bump [Chorus] [U-God] Now that's right, nigga, I got those skills Nerves of steel, sex appeal Hand skills, like windmills Mind bender, every time I send chills Dressed to kill, throw 'em in the trance Make 'em dance like ants in they pants Check out my, battle stance, comin' down Avalanche, war's closing and you got no chance Hard, rock, abs, move like a snake All that ass, make the waterbed break Skin like a god and for heaven's sake Why you wanna make a nigga scream your name? Spark.. [Autumn Rue] Niggas try to say what I want What's the deal, let's keep this blunt We only try'nna have some fun How can, I get you home? I searched, you're not the typical kind of guy Your moves they, definetly caught my eye I like the way you take the beat slow After the party is on [Chorus 2X] [Outro: U-God] Yeah, yeah, yeah From the Slums of Shaolin Hillside Scramblers, we out the garbage, niggas What? Huh? You ain't think I was gon' come back, huh? Did ya? It's U-G-O-D-Zilla That's right, that's right, Hillside Scramblers The gram handlers is back, yo Mark, yo Mark Yo, spark that track, baby!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mt. Everest[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I make 'em nod like ketamine See him live might dive off the mezzanine Ground drama, sound harder than crowd bonkers I'm 'bout dollars, I touch down in your town, holla INS, gladiator, call him Hustle Crowe Son of pro, watch these lame niggas come and go Blessed with the poison pen Murder was the case so I guess it's them boys again Through your duce high, salute I, be the general The last one to run, I will take all ten of you I'm feeling myself BK whiling the belt Rocking my shit, eyes on the real wealth Me and Goldie tell 'em it's easy money Now shorty wanna fuck, that's sleazy, honey Fame call us, money, it change all us Get it how you live it or sing the same chorus The game taught us, nothing in the bank for us W claim walrus, yeah, Wu-Tang for life [Verse 2: ElZhi] Was raised on the island of the misfits The children of the corn snatch your green with the biscuits It's what you might call food for thought And what's the killer season if you don't include the salt This thought will start a feud and leave your whole mood distraught Used to feel safe until they unscrewed your vault and Took your common sense out your memory bank Then dumped on you like missiles over enemy tanks So homie, drive slow like you in front of five-O Cause forks go in a road and your back is where the knives go While the addicts hiding silver spoons Being cut so deep, it's hard to heal the wounds Those flashing don't blast, they still buffoons Just blowing out hot air, they should fill balloons Yo, I like them shorties that'll kill for goons And start a hustle in an April to ccop wheels in June [Verse 3: U-God] I want leverage, ice cold beverage Money I can't count, I blacked out standing on Mount Everest Life lessons, the cover of essence It's pure excellence, 5'10", write down my measurements Politic the deficit, fingerprints, no evidence Cocaine, caviar, hitting on receptionists Hang with the specialists, gold medalist Presidential cred, eating steaks that's tenderest Got my bread, catch me in Megan Fox' bed Cash crop, Gucci IPad, bag Tall black top Nikes, with fat laces Riches from rags, cashes and dime faces Got promoted up, friends up in high places Next move, my best move, chess move, the strategy Closet full of guns, son, nothing but gadgetry Get off that bullshit, that hip hop faggotry I'm highbred nigga words defy gravity Clothes never raggedy, oil paintings of me displayed up in gallery Capture me, Wu Tang forever, immortality High salary, blessing from a mother named Valery And my two sons named after me Racks from stacks, swiftly I'm browsing First class ticket to the moon only cost fifty thousand Niggas be doubting, it's understood, I'm running with goons One of a kind, imported goods, killer the hood Consume me, Lord, the last time I checked got 50 points on the board Good LordEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ghostface Killers (Freestyle)[Hook: Offset] Hey; Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang Hey; Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang [Verse 1: U-God] When I was 21 I was savage Somebody woke up this dragon Roll up on you with this cannon I'm the last man that's standing From the slums buildings that's abandoned Called multiple blemish See us on that flash screen, had to deal right out the slammer That imprest here now (bow dow) Please stop talking on (SoundCloud) Get discipline with the Chinese [?] Get caught with the lyrical (roundhouse) Warning, watch your foul mouth My family still down South Deadly at the melody that bangs your head so heavenly That 808 is therapy, be burning up that chemistry Moving around that corner store my team won't need accessories Nothing but the best, a bitch is kissing on my hairy chest There's nothing new here still rule the power, still my Gucci sweats In enormous city, no feelings, no pity My New York shit, it get cold-heart like a frost-bit titty Known to be gritty, that New York fitty Any city in raps, witty unpredictable game, game, game [Chorus: U-God] Wu-Tang Killa Bees nothing to fuck with Park Hill, Milly Rock show them that fuck shit Hood villains and we still bringing the ruckus Hood villains and we still bringing the ruckus [Verse 2: U-God] I heard that bounce got changed But the flow remain the same This little nigga take a giant step them bars cold train With this ice waters in my veins Them niggas hate here my name That's U-G-G-O-D the Allah Ghostface Killah got hit her with a bra Sorry if I hit you in the head with these bars We got two chicks from DR One for me and my studio engineer She here with the CPR And we celebrate a great physical year Skirt around exotics Parade wave then hit fourth gear [Chorus: U-God] Wu-Tang Killa Bees nothing to fuck with Park Hill, Milly Rock show them that fuck shit Hood villains and we still bringing the ruckus Hood villains and we still bringing the ruckus [Verse 3: U-God] I survived them block wars, hot hands and never trembled Only Olympic pedestal might've been the greatest dream team ever assembles Such courage under fire We burn the switches with the lighter You called that sparkling the night It's just my queen [?] set fire That money so satire We tore those builds, she dance on a wire Dip nightriders in a deep fryer Ghostface killers we gon' for higher [Hook: Offset] Hey; Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang Hey; Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang Hey; Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang Hey; Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gangEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Golden ArmsYeah, yeah Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: U-God] I keep my third eye 20-20, every day looking sunny God's told me: "Nothing move but the money, money" Headstrong, backbone, hit them on the Batphone Could there be back home? Feeling like fresh chrome (Yeah, yeah) Something for your headphone, build the establishment Quit while you're ahead, save the embarrassment (Yeah, yeah) Elect me for president, thought I was irrelevant? Battled all the elements, overcome their hardships (Yeah, yeah) And struggled with accountants, **** got rocky I trained in the mountains, now the world is mine (Yeah, yeah) Got us spraying from the fountains, drive by the housing Reminisce, take a ****, staircase, we made thousands! (Thousands) We was Park Hill, rugrats, fishermen, thug hats Five dollar snapbacks, never got no love back That's why I sold packs, damn right, I stole that (Yeah, yeah) Granule, hold that now I want the whole stack Changed my life, now it's rap, ain't no turning back [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] Tell, tell, golden arms, maintain the fort! (Fort, fort, fort) Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort) Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort) Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort) [Verse 2: U-God] I'm on a mission, bred from the poorest conditions Baby fed from the pots, from the poorest of kitchens Got bread in the streets, from the rawest addiction (Yeah, yeah) Made a 180 turn, with the Lord's conviction It's a riding prison (Yeah, yeah) Keep the iron on my side, to avoid the friction In this modern day slavery I survived the lynching (Yeah, yeah) With no rap pension, the price of living is too high Two jobs working, this nigga is too tired (Yeah, yeah) No more babies, she needs them tubes tied Word on the tweets, "I heard he's a new guy" (Yeah, yeah) “Heard he was too fly”, damn maybe we should get scooped by a new ride (Yeah, yeah) The ghetto's up in flames, think we should calm down My insides is evil, you in the wrong town (Town) [Bridge] Whatever you want, better watch yourself Whatever you want, better watch yourself [Chorus] Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort) Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort) Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort) Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rocket Launcher[U-God] Yo, yo, yo I be that rocket launcher that caught ya Rock of Gibraltar Spill blood on the altar Sorcerer Flyin' saucer in the Porsche Money exhaust The enforcer of the lowest bars Fist of the Northstars Water on Mars Thoughts like a porn star, born scarred War Lord of the snow ball, break dance on cardboard Fiends gnaw for the raw, mark four Hard jaw like Mexican, next to win Crack a Beck's yo I'm vexed again Next to run, revolving door Killing floor Searchin' for the genie's lamp Arrow in your heart like Beanie Man Seeded plant full blown See me vamp Wolf fangs, full moon Full spoons of Oxycontin Catch him at the Roxy Spot him up in Harlem Honey with the knocked knees with the foxy bottom News paper column Say he's scary Fuck the fairy ass niggas Jump back in your rat hole And throw another hail mary Style's flurry, I'm the cherry on top Money phase done lit up One, two, three up Your popcorn shrimp, I'm the whole re-up G's up and hoes down Fake as the game is I blow down the whole town Let off a whole round Ghetto celeb One thing's for certain a hundred years from now no one really cares Smoke threads, Pro Keds, Coke heads, mo-peds Fiends fight Peace pipes Yo I'm outta hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bizarre[U-God] Feel the heat from the streets, I got to eat Talk what I walk, I stalk with bronze feet Ancient spells, yell durag sheet Jump on the jame with with 36 peak Beat up the beat, overload rap treat mix Cape in the wind like the John Woo flicks Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer The sweat of the body, covers the man in the mirror Kick down the door, unlease the Terror Fam Cracklin, screamin, crime who I am *echo* Who else could cut, well budge, eye on the tiger rap Ruler rough mind snap, cryin, his eyes strapped Beneath clothin, prehaps speed glowin The golden wise domes, blizzard unknown The unforbidden, got to live, wildstyle begun So uplift the mind, boy I'll bring out the sun [Hook x2: U-God] You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars Cuz rich, tall or small, we all shinin stars [U-God] Now, first of all, yo, we ain't no saints Can we lay in the trench and rock the war paint? The same villain scheme, temper made the rhythm mean My self-esteem, my '98 blade hit 'em Link spot blast, even though I shot last The underdog stranger, superfreak hot blast The hard drop rip is a hostile swing Kiss my Redemption with a fist full of sting Swift with the gifts, it's the God Body Squad It's not a myth, we defy all odds Now, reach for the stars, now top to the limit But, all in the all be Grateful to be livin While we work the muscle, we meditate the hustle Serious the world, experience this struggle The razor voice, flavor choice steam, redeem We feelin prominent now to dominate the scene The grass more green, attack speed lean The cliffhanger vaccine, man & machine *echo* Now from round one, mayor style sum I won't stop the war till y'all drown in my drums [Hook x2] [U-God] Now, here come the rhythm, style that's moist Now, it's up from the Hell with the olive oil voice Now hurry my hurt, bury dirt deep within Against sweaty rap war starvin, robbin the wind Out the great blue skies and the bright red birds From the pitch black city with the long link furs Golden Arms yours truly to restore the Earth's beauty Grant me a beast, now kill me with the jury When I tell on a capell, Hell has no fury A force has awakened, breath-takin vengeance Midnight power plant, seekin the menace My wrestler's vest, livin fresh, dry bone My appetite distruction is official cyclones Thai poems, my throne One shot fill, bigger homes, bigger stones It's on now!!! [Hook x2] Kung Fu movie sample: [Man #1] We're the best, I assure you [Man #2] That's not what I've heard There's a lot of Shaolin men around here [Man #3] They're not important [Man #1] Are you trying to deceive me? [Man #2] Those damn Shaolin students. They're just a bunch of rebels Time and again in the past, the court has given orders To wipe them out! [Man #4] Be the Shaolin, and a good teacher [Man #3] Who is this man? [Man #4] The God of War!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Lipton[Verse 1: U-God] Yo, yo, magnificent high score, master plan, the crowd roar Throw up daily dosage, get ready for the down pour Human cannonball, matador, standing next to door Battle y'all, sound more, get ready for the round four Ground war, jigsaw, bear hug, bear claw Slimeball, crime bosses, you better count your losses Dark lord, divorce court, hot sauce, the pen glide Then fly, Bangkok, Chinese, Shanghai Red wine, fed time, bring crime, the cake rise Take mines, break spines, watch for them snake eyes Break ties, shake thighs, watch how them dollars flow Scholar's home, monotone, crush 'em on they collarbone Cyclone, you styrofoam, up against the Wu brand Big gun to hold it, it's gonna take two hands Check the newstand, I'm running with the Manual Flammable, animals, call me a dynamo Hannibal on elephants, got you in a stranglehold Black man legal Gambino and my bangles gold Hand in the finger bowl, your face is on my chrome gauge Strapped with a bomb, gonna blow you to the Stone Age [Hook: Mike Ladd] Woo ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooooh Ay, ay, the way she shake it Ay, ay, I can't take it Ay, ay, the way she take it Ay, ay, I can't shake it [Verse 2: U-God] Yo, ever ready wordplay, conscious survey Mountains fall crumble, impact your chestplate Heavyweight, ankles swing, therapy Bowflex Snowman, cold kid, melt you in your gore-tex Raw sex vibe, ultraviolet on the sex drive Forty five wives, new silent with my tech nines Respect mine in chalk line, smash for your drama talk Backflips, somersault, chopped by the tomahawk Pop off, mazel tov, stung by the voodoo Old school, new school, invest like the Jews do Your broke ass, no class, broadcast on YouTube Fake boobs, handjobs, state troops to damn slobs Hate you, fuck off, hate you with duck sauce Feathers get, plucked off, when I cough with ink dust Linked up, inked up, strokes from the paintbrush Go for your taste buds, shrooms and I stay buzzed Music for your forehead, smashed on your horse face Wu on the warhead, crash through your tourgates [Hook: Mike Ladd] Woo ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooooh Ay, ay, the way she shake it Ay, ay, I can't take it Ay, ay, the way she take it Ay, ay, I can't shake it [Hook: Mike Ladd] Scott knocks, is on the ball Let's rock, she love the boss Oh god, she loves the mutt Jump up, and go for my mine It's so deep, you get cross-eyed Take that heat, and roll outside Black handprints on the wall Black handprints on the wall [Hook: Mike Ladd] Woo ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooooh Ay, ay, the way she shake it Ay, ay, I can't take it Ay, ay, the way she take it Ay, ay, I can't shake it [Outro: U-God] I say I'm pimping, bitches on kneepads Lipton, sipping the tea bagEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Turbulence[Verse 1] Boldly go only to sew the block up, lock shit down Mama told me you the giant Bump out the nose cold, crime wave wholesome Baritone throne, so defiant They stole the science from the O.G Carbon copy, sloppy, tryna muscle out the Old E Slapshot, can't get it past the goalie mask Stonefinger roam, royalty zone off Henn, gin, rummy stunts coming in sums Writing on ya tummy hun, low stamina Still hungry some asthma clogged up Ran in smog, dialogue, dog plasma Road hogging all hammers No matters what's the track's right and exact It's madness the scanner listen, system jam up Right on ya rack, Black Panthers on a mission Right back at you, ready to cook this shit Babylon apple, natural habitat, stone statues [Verse 2] Robotron Golden Arms Pentagon brain cell, all to gain Chained to the bumper, Wolfgang hunters Field goal punters tone, steel toe, eruption It's a gusher! Domecrusher Smith Ushered this style stuffing more criminals Foul up in the Nile, let off a signal with attitude Magnitude, beat you, me devil lies that's sized of cathedrals The track more lethal Came back to see you finish the job off proper Clobber your shit, spit the lava The helicopter hit you, flying saucers of course May the force not be with you, these Bengals that dangle Sinister phantom menace handsome are my lenses All in the register, speaking my Spanish Clips like banana grips, bonanza Dressed fancy in the club, Halle Berry slow dance We romance now give me love [Verse 3] Jackie Chan movements, hard to kill for real Drill him some more with some Old fashion smooth shit, long winded Splendid the bomb blow, on the whole a ruthless Butter roll flow, show improvement? This shit is cool whip to me When I groove to rule this music with a mule kick Eight ball in the side pocket corner One mark the chalk, gimme my pool stick Smoked the dipped Notes by the throat, full grip, scud puddy in my hands Fans, read the blueprints The truth is, the slang you bit? To form in a sentence the cold winters I spent with splinters The apprentice under RZA's training He sang the I-Ching vintage aiming at you swine eater Wife-beater scoundrels, stolen vowel thieves I'm swollen now, Colin Powell relief Throw the towel in, tools in, full spin, school 'em again Show 'em that the wise could rejuvenate All these hoodlums, don't sleep he could win Pull a pen, it's full again, celeb, all in the web on a Conquest, no disturbance Address it to ya chest, you're in turbulence Mighty men vitamin D Rest in Peace to my nigga Bigga B, love you G Rest in Peace to my nigga Bigga B, love you GEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Don’t Want to Dance[Intro: U-God] Motherfucker, you don't know me, motherfucker I be gettin' down for a long time, bitch I be gettin' money since '88 My gun been going off, I been doing mad shit in the streets My history is swell, motherfucker That's why I can talk this shit, for real This is real nigga shit, and motherfuckers know My name ring bells in jail, bitch, what? [Hook: U-God] You don't have a chance, you don't want to dance My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta You don't understand, niggas ain't playin' First time around, I come back swinging You and your mans, you better just scram My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta You don't understand, niggas ain't playin' Fuck around now, I come back sprayin' [U-God] Your gun cry tears of lead, one in the head High grain, rhino shell, dum-dums, tear you to shreds The armor piercin' slug shit, scare off the feds Kid, I'm that fearsome, my hammer's a sled Pledge allegience to my conquest, prepare for the bomb fest Right and left connect like twin jumbo jets I can feel the blood bubblin', under your flesh I'm coming down here rollin' in my snowball effect Put sugar in your ears and sweet talk you to death My voice alone, don't have to force you for sex Pop an ecst', get jumped off, the madness all in me Flushed out my kidney's, with a half pint of Remy Dust off the semi', with the speed of the centipede Move on my enemy, and clear the vicinity Feel my energy inside tearin' out Clear it out, flame thrower's airin' out, baby [Hook] [U-God] Come get a glimpse, the magnificent pimp Leave your face prints stiff, and graved in cement Invent the daily manuscript, return of the dragon fist You pissed? Then seek anger management Cuz my cannon kick back, with a gangsta metal Went right through your rib rack, and kissed the devil From the slang, now your brain is a twisted pretzel In the empty hallway, you can hear the echo Don't get petro', U-Godzilla stomped in the metro Get wild like techno, collect the dough For wreck, the side ball and better check your ho Don't get mad, cowboy, just respect my glow Just another episode, powerful breath control Explodes in your ear, you can't hear me in death mode In retrospect, you best Protect Ya Neck Or get slapped the fuck up, by my next cassette, hear me? [Hook] [U-God] This - is - the - warrior's anthem Pose, in the pictures with the golden guns, handsome Phantom of the opera, frantic in the mansion The head banger boogie got 'em dancin' in the Hamptons You panickin', one strike, get murdered up quick And the mic's my life, and I'm surgical with this Swift and wreckless, smoke blunts for breakfast Master the game, this is chess, not checkers Feel me? Bone collector, just, vision my art In the darkness, vulture's come and, pick you apart One rusty steel spike pierce, straight through the heart I bleed for my Clan, don't let 'em, break us apart Strong as Noah's Ark, in the Biblical age Still, holdin' the Clan, in it's critical stage Engage in combat, beyond shadows of doubt Wu-Tang claim supremacy, son, I'm airin' out [Hook] [Outro: U-God] Yo, man, if you was real, nigga You would say niggas names, man You ain't real dude, man, stop playing, man You scared of niggas, niggas is runnin' with yo fuckin' name You ain't doing shit, bitch, worry about your own shit Talkin' about niggas can't talk this shit Fuck, I've been doing this, nigga I don't know what the fuck you talking about Take over projects, and set up shop, quick fastEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hit ’Em Up, Roll Out[Leathafase] What's the outcome when you're testing mines? Snatch spies when the weapon reclines The headlines read the man of steel made him bleed Shooting a trigger, super nigga called Christopher Reeves No tricks up my sleeve, what lies in my fist, won't permit you breathe Hit you with three, now when you piss you bleed A risk indeed, my format can kill, on a warpath Thoughts crashed, fasten your grill Mastered the skill of tongue lashing Still I unfasten my jaw then spill out the raw Peel out the four, with the fifth attached The impact, was forced, you caught the kick back Clap the scar, where the bullet was lodged in the boulevard It's hard crash, blow your car Oddjob, some rob, some resort to God Some snort the import, they got lost in the fog For Porche cars, Lamborghinis, bikini's, pinky rings blingy Blowin' the stinky, drink with me Bang to the fullest respect, stay in check Or lay down, when I'm pullin' the tech I eject on your set, to disconnect it Life support system, direct, you wreckless The Texas Chainsaw, sever you brains off To hang the corpse, when I aim the torch [Hook 2X: Leathafase (U-God)] We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out) [U-God] The sharp and expensive, blinding ya senses Lean back in the stretch Lex' Crack the treasure chest, it's one of the best Now, feel the force of the full court press I apply the kiss of death, something for real The realness, untouchable Eliot Ness Yo select a vet, take me off the bench, I'm supposed to lynch The angel in the air, you can smell the stench Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west I gave you a note, you can keep the rest Rip the whole coast, when I heat the flesh At the Greek Fest, hit a couple of bars Smash whips and strips like bumper cars Your amongst the odds and what lies in the pelly' The baby Glock nine, the size of a celly Now it's a "Dilemma" like Nelly and Kelly Milk Pirelli tire, when I put that in a hurry With a fist of fury, martini with a cherry Very necessary when I make it to the top Imma cop Halle Berry Staten Island Ferry where the legends were made In the staircase, throw a rap grenade Take it back in the day, get clapped for ya chain Left your bloodbath on behalf of the pain He's a high grain bullet, women call him daddy Fish tank shoes, jumped out the Caddy Grand finale, yo, the champ is here The cameras glare under the chandelier Why you standing there, like you can hold it down There's nine of us, only one can wear the crown Tear it down, down to the last compound New York mix with a Compton style Go bonkers wild on ya stomping ground Lay down the carpet when I walk down the aisle Telephone cutie keep stalking the child For a misdemeanor, now I'm going to trial Secluded in exile, like my sex wild Private jet style, who the livest vet now? Pass me a wet towel, don't get vexed, now Bring it your chest when I let the tech growl [Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stay in Your Lane[Intro] Yeah; tired of all this shit, God Channel you wanna come out? Niggas betta respect this shit [Verse 1] I see, I see the same ol' rap cats gettin real lame Same ol' funny cats, radio Cats Dummy Squads Get one gold record step in the party hard Like Tyson with ten body guards Quiet stormin, we still countin enourmous odds One enter this shit, in a sence represent Just the sun drenched the gods up Kept his law start date March 5th nineteen ninety nine Mighty Healthy, wealthy for fine Braveheart, veins, respect mines Before the war happened we connect to your glass spines And as we bash heads, clash nines, who said you could use my lines? Who said you could rock my Wu sings? The golden eye chastisment Supreme team shit Spy versus spy shit Small crimes comitted Tryin it wit my shines on Gimme mines Suppost to be comin wit proper flows son Over the hill, headed with thrill on elephants Till the buffalo guns The greatest of all times This time, I'm not go'n say no names If you not one of the same I suggest you [Chorum] Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Stay off my stage, stay in your lane If you ain't from the grain If you ain't my main man like RZA Stay in your lane Stay in your lane [Verse 2] The run-away train double the sting Me and Edith stay beneath us Flip like Batman and Bruce Wayne Don't take my kindness for weakness 36 peak shit Sweetness, ride the bridges skim the bubbles real fridged Don't get mad couse we lived it As our dog we don't trouble you Tell your bitch and your friends respect that "W" too Y'all make me sick Renegade chicks, strap a grenade to my dick This shit is feather Stuck in a high, but more callibre job To rip your best in half We arm wrestle you till you beg Pop your legs in the pretzel The one in the flames and came out the drain I suggest that you [Chorus] Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Stay off my stage, stay in your lane If you ain't from the grain If you ain't my main man like RZA Stay in your lane Stay in your lane [Verse 3] The rain of Spain falls mainly on the plane Ready to bake this shit Snake verse crane Detrail me, hope I fell I'm hot on your tail people You can't be the light I came to Earth first by a meteorite Frog, analog non descript, I gently empty the clip Crack the whip, rip you from your lips to your hips Chip for some men off, you fake dreds Action bitches about me and my black belt degree in rappin I make a whole lot of shit happen The moister peal, oyster vapors Ember on papers Still scalpin Y'all piggy backin snakes Jiggy rap Shinin like 'Pac, a whole fuckin album This time, through the flames of triumph Through the flames of triumph I ain't go'n play no games I ain't go'n play no games but I suggest you [Chorus] Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Stay off my stage, stay in your lane If you ain't from the grain If you ain't my main man like RZA Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Mothafucka stay in your lane You ain't from the grain If you ain't my main man like RZA Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Stay in your fuckin lane Niggas Bang bangEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fire[Intro: Scotty Wotty] George Peppard [Verse 1: Scotty Wotty] I whip cause I sprung shit, bang, here’s a bung hit Cats split your tongue, shit, bitch got cum sick She can keep the knee pads, sign for the helmet Man vibrations, coming off the pelvis Thugs and prescription drugs, yo, where’s Elvis? Pull off the panties, she was smelling like a shellfish Gung when we rung shit, that run, here we come, spit Eyes on the gunship, heh, here’s your Blistex Here’s a spliff twist, hanging out the window like a rhyme smith Now you taking flicks of my footprint Sunshine and dough ride just like a biscuit Live wire, no installation is required One match, I set the world on fire Live wires, no installation is required One match, I set the world is fire [Hook 2X: Scotty Wotty] The God said to put the fire on it The God said to put the fire on it One match, we set the world on fire One match, we set the world on fire [Verse 2: U-God] It’s the art of war combat, every move is high tech Human Terminator nigga, plug me into SkyNet Red bone, hot head, burnt down my projects I turn sound into killing flying objects Blood off contracts, kill ‘em on contact Yeah, I got bread, dead? Nope, not yet Damn, you ain’t pop yet, haters wanna block that Snatch mics, hunchback, talk smack, I punch back Flew off the launchpad, right through your insides Great minds combine, try to study my enzymes Skating on the thin line, fighting for the airtime Push back your hairline, with shots of tequila lime Stay on my global grind, talk with a sober mind Putting in more overtime, till I reach a billion In the condominium, skinny tall Brazilian With so many tats, she looking reptilian [Hook 2X] [Verse 3: Method Man] My hand hot, killer, curry in the pot, killer Look how these killers thinking they are and they not, killers I get the drop, killer, all the killings stop, killer My heavy hitters flex on everyone you got with ya This track’s not filler, talk with my hands, I’m tryna feel ya It might be the fact that we not familiar Or, not La Familia, a monkey with bars You not gorilla, Zilla, calling you Don, my pen has gotten iller Yeah, you know who we are, you know the slums Where the women keep the wook in they bra, that’s where I’m from Cops catch you with the rook in the car, this where you run You can die here, son, and the ambulance never come, ugh Ain’t no limit till I spit it, my Yankee fitted Shout out to critics that know I’m wicked for killing minute Shout out to rappers that ain’t committed, but think they get it Hold up, now wait a minute, let me put some hating in it [Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dopium[Intro] By the time I'm finished, you gon' be a fan, muthafucka Trust me when I tell you [Verse 1] I kick back, retire mics, take rap to higher heights Big back, fiend rap, blow it up, dynamite Sniff my China white, touchdown with king cobras All my life, pay the price, nickname me steamroller Switch lane, lean over, get brain, green Rover Mean soldiers run through, kung fu, break shoulders Rep my W, rumble through, takeover Heat holder, heavy best, countdown, every breath Last chance, tapdance, devil cop, every step Murderous, instinct, champions, never left Shaolin veteran, thug heads, never learn Dumb shit, every turn, hell, son, let 'em burn Still here, standing firm, black man in progress Crack dreams, conquest, burners in my arm rest Baby boy's a target, heads on my cannonball You messed up the package, the legacy, you had it all "Come on" "Come on" [Verse 2] Sandstorms, kick up, millimeters blow rounds What happened to the music, Newburgh, Motown I know the low down, on half of these niggas Come out the closet, these Vaseline niggas I'm flawless, I'm lawless, all I need is one block Crazy legs, hat low, check out my up rock Respect my jumpshot, when I just, hug the rim Tie up my Jordans, then I jump, out the gym It's the Brothers Grymm, automatic coke rush Dice hit the walls, we gambles at the gold dust Descendants of the Cold Crush, long car garage doors One finger cake walk, nose is the concord Hands like windmills, possessed with the ill skill Aiming for your soft spots, the scene out of Kill Bill "Come on" "Come on" [Verse 3] I got the iron for your mans, one foot in the frying pan Rock hardhats, fireman, 8 Diagrams Lion eating out my hands, no it's not in Africa Soul brother #1, you're just a passenger Right before the massacre, first comes the lynching Caught in the mouse trap, bounce back, Redemption Contact the henchmen, watch how I drenched them Wetting with waterhose, long nose extension Ain't no question, you in suspended animation You fucked up, drop garbage tossed the side of sanitation Homey, you jumped up, you get lumped up, blamp your face in Champ in the steel cage match, snatch the foundation back Step on a forty gallon stage, laced with ill grace Took a long time, but I'm glad that you still wait "Come on" "Come on"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bit da Dust[Intro] Another one bit the dust Another one bit the dust Another one bit the dust Another one bit the dust Another one bit the dust, didn't play by the rules He was fooled for the jewels, then he got stuck Another one'll eat that, another one, another one, another one And another one, another one, another one [Verse 1] The drama unfolds over diamonds and gold Hard-knocks cooking rocks nigga over the stove Low and behold, pet the red note, side bitches be dead those Hood bitches be love though, let's keep a one eye Open for them cutthroats, uh-oh Dollar van, carjack, dirty fingernail rap In the back of the van, Snoop was Cat's contact Teterboro tarmac, trust me, I made the money off the rap You see them platinum plaques? We ain't coming back Just bought a Lucia for Eric, I ain't forget that Movie Star Vixens, they're getting smashed from the back Streets are action pack, the chronicles from the Stat, Stat, Stat Don't cross the gun line On of top deck of the boat, getting a shoeshine Taurus [?] to his feet, cold victory End up in the wrong side of town, you ain't stickin me [Hook] Another one bit the dust Didn't play by the rules, he was fooled for the jewels Then he got stuck Another one, another one, another one Another one, another one, another one Yeah And another one [Verse 2] Ayo, freezer burn [?] numb ya gums Katy Perry swallow the cum, platinum niggas have fun Bank deposits, walk-in closets See Robert Diggin', all in my pockets Shit is nostalgic, take a walk through the projects Caution: watch out for lead flying objects For hot-heads, wearing Kangols and mock necks Caution: end up on Worldstar content Intuitive minds are not immune to crime In these cold hard streets, laws get redefined What's yours is mine, and what's hers is mines too Stick 'em, porcupine Strip you in the back of the Ooh Niggas get smiley faces with rusty razors She couldn't bury her son, started a fundraiser Many men bit the dust Material items don't mean much Mean mug, survival is a must [Hook x2] Another one bit the dust Didn't play by the rules, he was fooled for the jewels Then he got stuck Another one, another one, another one Another one, another one, another one Yeah And another oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hips[Verse 1] Yo, yo, the average man couldn't last that long She like to work out, run marathons She wear tight skirts with no panties on She's a six foot one bronze Amazon Say it, complaining all the good men is gone I'm from Babylon, she reads the Qur'an Visits all the jails and the nail salons Rock Coco Chanel, her smell was strong With skin like velvet she rocked my bed Buffed my helmet, sipping Long Island Red She spread eagle at the tip of the bed I rubbed on her legs this is what I said [Chorus] That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips Jump up, bounce with me, what's up honey dip That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips Jump up, bounce with me, come up over here [Verse 2] She's a thing of beauty, she's so mean Heavy in them jeans, every man's dream As real as it may seem I approach you with calm speech I'm form New York, honey from Long Beach She's intelligent, the President's arm piece But that's irrelevant, I'm in like Flint She nicknamed her breastesses the Wonder Twins She went to the exorcist it's under skin She loved grown men, she loved the thrills She jumped out the Benz with the buns of steel She's the trend setter on the cover of Maxim Secluded in the cabin in the hills of Aspen Life's always boring, she needed some action She had passion with Louis Vuitton hand bags She didn't like the chronic but she loved my swag She loved giving head when she's on the rag [Chorus] That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips Jump up, bounce with me, what's up honey dip That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips Jump up, bounce with me, come up over here [Hook] She did her dip, almost broke my hip That girl, she was, getting down Told her to go home, told her to leave me alone Look at that girl, she kept, getting down, down, down [Chorus] That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips Jump up, bounce with me, what's up honey dip That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips Jump up, bounce with me, come up over hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Coke[Verse 1: Raekwon] (Freeze) Fix your face, when we rhyming, we been crazy )Rock) Throw mad bullets at you, jumping in new spacely All my goons is frustrated, groan at they P.O.'s It's obvious, we do this, we bust haters Yo, gun selectors, dumb detectors Chase my niggas, talking slick, where that Lex kid at? You know we cool and we Darth Vaders Always in black uniforms, rocking Clarks and sharp gators Can't tell me nothing, I've been shaking Pull out them slammers, regulate the streets, I bake Satan How many of us it take paper and start a war It's like starting up a store that sell aces All my colors and bad brothers, rag coverage Black glovesers, leathers and glass lovers Introduce these leaders, wanna take money These dick beaters, and strangle something up, go get Jesus [Hook: Y-Not Da Beast] Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man They lift the weight up in snow plains You sniff an eighth up in your brain The coke, the coka, the cocaine The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man The prices rise like some propane The nicest guys become so fame [Verse 2: U-God] (Freeze) Illegal transport, son, I throw bombs back and forth (Rock) It's a contact sport, get your arm cracked off Yo, I blast like I'm task force, stashed in my dashboard Exercise black thought, dance on a catwalk Grew up on the asphalt, tryna get my grams off Watch for the hand off, I'ma get my plans off Like you and your mans off, everybody huddle up Twenty cent dime pieces, watch the water bubble up A piece of the puzzle, son, pieces, crumble up My old righteous troublesome, now I'm into major things Made it this far, kid, the God got on angel wings Every time the flavor bring, tons of coke, mad gross Two cuts of lactose, I'm underground like railroad Mad low, son, in this hellhole, an animal Friendship be flammable, no shame for some to blow Brains out for fun, over cocaine and guns [Hook: Y-Not Da Beast] Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man They lift the weight up in snow plains You sniff an eighth up in your brain The coke, the coka, the cocaine The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man The prices rise like some propane The nicest guys become so fame [Verse 3: Slaine] Ever since a little youth I've been bent on stoups sipping gin and juice In the booth, fill the dope game, shooting on bent up hoops Roll around in stolen cars, nah these ain't no rented coupes Grimeys behind me, they all grimey, ninety percent of controlled Lying in the booth, put the ashes in the pipe Blowtorch to the crack, my fire is winter proof Old thoughts of black and white pictures, now they developing Skeletons surrounded by archangels and seraphins Telegram packages distributed through the whole hood Tell him this racquet is bad for him but it's so good Are you a fighter? Real life scuffle, no dirt clean Plus a muthafucka had to hustle since 13 I got my mind in focus, where you never been at How you think I made a hundred grand, from where my pen's at Fuck the fortune and the glamour, I don't need no fame I piss whiskey and spit fire, I bleed cocaine, muthafucka [Hook: Y-Not Da Beast] Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man They lift the weight up in snow plains You sniff an eighth up in your brain The coke, the coka, the cocaine The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man The prices rise like some propane The nicest guys become so fame [Outro: U-God] Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Glide[Produced by Inspectah Deck] [U-God] Yeah, yo, yo, Inspectah Deck track Break ya back, yo A message of a wreckage 50 shell hot track leaking out the Lexus Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg boulders Call shop of horrors, Lyric just smoking in my holster Whip and boil, ?lugotan? hurricane the holler Daily operation, bullet train tingle farther 8 seconds a scar your style wild buccaneer Round table revolvin' on ten musketeer Think you, got all the riches Think you poli with bitches You could run the fuck opponent, gotten with the glitches The swiftness, hit the spots that are vital Shake the ground decent, like 3 sticks of dyno [Lethaface] My administration deceive the population Start the next generation by artificial insemination Contaminate stations, for music in the making Concentration camps, Assassinate for industry domination Abomination, The Competition and confrontation you mistaken I'm a nuclear warhead bomb invasion Extermination of the next man, when the Germans blazing We burn this for occasions, regardless I see your expiration Perspiration you sweatin' A cassette deck eject in your selection for air time Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a clear mind A redesign? of how I rhyme, and slang crack in my spare time [U-God] Crime Time We rollin' with the undisputed, rootin tootin 21 gun salutin', new recruitin' Wu-Tang, slang bang in unit Put us in your cassette deck, yo, improvement Smash and blast the shit, I'm doper than math That makes you level through the devil You never surpass The stakes is hot, like bullet snatch pots And hot twats Fully operational hand held Glocks, mhm The uncanny, vigilante panty man Crook, took by the hook of the candy man Look, now you caught up in the suction Rap Tight and my appetite destruction [Lethaface] Today's the day, the bomb gets dropped on America Human civilization in concrete jungle concentration camps Replacement amps blown, speaker abduction The Mad weed seduction corruption From the brain cells decreasing Its sucker duck season, fuck treason Blast if you trespass, bullet enters your mouth and exits your ass Impregnate the math, then give birth to a newborn Figure of speech drew form, with 8 arms Napalms, collapses stages you perform on,dominate Drama face, abominate, sling crack behind the black high gate The nine fade the hearts of men Slip the cartridge in Off the hook like telemarketing sales condone over the phone [U-God] Danger zone Bozzy Capone alone, in a terrordome Stalone With a great cannon, bones cerebral swollen Straight both ways scanning All you roaches lay down I spray the brain damage Bring the banners, the green gamma ray Gain up the same data, Scatter Then a dark part where D and you used to play all day The ray sound stung you, you kung fu check the cleaner From fire line I gun you for fun Dial 9-1-1 Someone tore down the tunnel son 1-2 Check your fronts Captain Crunch, munch on you for lunch You punchbag drunk, bald headed monk Top bunk, chunk your trunk full of junk Buffer and bump stop humping me Ruff a scum sucking muthafucka Ducking my shit just luckily [Hook] Other emcees made a big mistake Fronting on the mic that's truly great What? How you want it fried or baked I place in right through the heart of a snake Scrape at papes, take what we can take Til the day we die, meet the pearly gates Golden Arms going strong, I'm holding weight Cause (Repeat)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Venom[Chorus] Thugs in the place with the These women in my face with the The thing on my waist is the Up in the place, pour ace (It's the joint) [Verse 1] My reputation's paramount Otherwise, air 'em out Shoot it in hurr, airin' out Let 'er know I'm headin' out Conduct my booth business then go back to the lab and wear it out Cut the pie in two ways Other half, bail me out Hear me out, doin' better things Big cars, heavy chains Funny what the cheddar brings Breezin' through the hurricane Bust through by any means Squeeze on my enemies Then skate to the Philippines and watch out for this Guillotine Jump ship, they spillin' beans UFOs can affect the cream Unknowns in drug zones Everything ain't what it seems Cutthroats smell gun smoke Kill you off with one stroke Zip-lock, quart of coke Watch out, her water broke Lord knows how far I'll go Press hard, charcoal Black diamond, Frankie Lymon In a trap, with top ramen On the charts you see me climbin' Bars and a beat with perfect timin' Poke more holes in Puerto Ricans On the upper tier, I see you leakin' [Chorus] Thugs in the place with the These women in my face with the The thing on my waist is the Up in the place, pour ace (It's the joint) [Verse 2] The flashdance in her fancy pants Breeze through and I catch a glance Coverin' holes, you lookin' bland Rough flows, for the fans In the street you hear, "Blam blam" Hard shit you can't Shazam Sun tan in my Raybans Barbecue that wasteland Train hard with that waistband I might make you my wingman Introduce you to that gangland Wolf niggas, caveman El Hawk with the wingspan I'm a yanks fan High up in the grandstand With Horace live from Kingston Fuck them niggas I can't stand that flimflam Shakedown for that contraband Walk tall, you conscious man Enemy of the state You call it home, I call it foreign land I'm goin' bonkers, man Jumped out that Tonka truck Wage war, that cop get plucked That's the one that got me stuck Boys on the force are so corrupt Don't fuck with my fam, I'll spill them guts Pull that thing from under the rug Crash through your door [?] bust What nigga, I ain't got no drugs What nigga, I ain't got no drugs! [Chorus] Thugs in the place with the These women in my face with the The thing on my waist is the Up in the place, pour ace (It's the joint) [Chorus] Thugs in the place with the These women in my face with the The thing on my waist is the Up in the place, pour ace (It's the joint)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Night The City Cried*police radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep Wit' cats and dogs become meat All that is sacred My body lay naked Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken Some money making Jamaican High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in Maybe he was mistaken for some great man In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong! With a long rusty Jason Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage In this mad man hell he laid in Logical was hatred Some replacement killer came through, left small traces Engraved his chest Left him for death Left him on his last breath Crawling, just to make a statement (hu hu huh) In this matrix Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man Somehow found, amazing! By the department of sanitation Under city lights to the hospital Hit him with the chest rockers, shockers Pop him open just to keep his heart racing (Clear) (Chorus) Will he make it? Will he survive? Terror in his eyes Night the city cries Payback is crime He damn near died Banished my wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride Guns out the window, slide Before me now the city cries (U-God) Unconscious for months (beep beep) Deep in coma shock When you awoke, it was hope Dry throat Choking off tools, being fed ice cubes Pain in you head Change of the bed Doped up and soaking while police on top Doctors monitor your heart (heart beating) Sergeant Bilko came in with some zombie ass cops What we have here the chief embraces In his hands he pulls out two briefcases A picture popped up on computer One woman, one man, sharpshooter He asked you do you remember these two faces? 'Mind you you're blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized Violated as if you was raped What the hell You escape well Police investigated the scene Scrape the crime scene Down to the bone panel While you lay frail in the enamel Under you nails in the scuffle You scratched some DNA samples that match The blood on your clothes are not yours, it was his Right before you blacked out, took that blow In September, you can't remember You ripped his nose ring Right out his nose Before he took it four times in the ribs But somehow he lived ]From the little bit of blood you grabbed His skin type, you ran it back to forensic labs Your finger prints popped up This is where it begins Your street name was Henry the Saint Staten Island's where your crib was at Park Hill project was your outlet You was a target Or organized outfit Not by the mafia, this where it get chills Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will Money fund drill Booby trapped perhaps Left his food for the rats Now... (Chorus) Will you make it? Will you survive? Terror in your eyes Night the city cries Payback is crime You damn near died Bandaged by wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride Guns out the window slide Before me now the city cries (U-God) One cop's weakness Was heroic, he exposed pieces Leaked out information On surveillance where his wife was staying Police tracked her down Blood hound on the east side of town In some skyscraper They had video tapes of her And some porn star fling, her and the next door neighbor And the killer with the nose ring But the police didn't have a case 'Cause the victim couldn't remember a thing Not even a face He had to clear his name He bit off more than he could chew His absent minded flash backs grew And grew to hate He had to escape To ICU On the second day he came through He concocted the impossible The psych' slipped out the cuffs Somehow killed to armed guards (bang, bang) Grabbed their guns Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the night If police hunting was right He's seeking for justice Off point bulletin On a black male Jamaican Meanwhile a dark lookable crook Is in a alleyway for retaliation A limo pulled across the street from a gas station He saw his wife And the nigga that knifed him He wanted to mash him He was real patient A devilish growl sensation And the rain grew to a foul meditation (sound of rain) Of betrayal, murder revenge Bitch that set you up will get hers in the end In the hall of the lobby floor Security on post Got gun butted three times in the head with the old dusty toast Now he slipped past the video cameras undetected To the 25th floor Apartment 504 When he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet voice said She cracked it open, her reply I thought you was dead In a matter of seconds and inches The door was hanging off the hinges (crash) Her eyes met the metal She screamed Oh my God Out the back room the killer with the nose ring Smashed the nigga in the head with a porcelain vase Shots ricochet like lightning roads Put the bimbo in arms The drapes caught on fire, with no alarm They crashed out the window, but they somehow held on Dangling from a hundred stories high Don't doubt him Will he make it? Continued next album (Chorus) Will he make it? Will he survive? Terror in his eyes Night the city cries Payback is crime He damn near died Bandaged by wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride Guns out the window slide... Golden Arm is as good as his reputation says With his bare hands he stood all of us off And if he had weapons... Golden Arm never uses weapons Says he doesn't need them He says using his bare arms is the best And he's probably right Nobody's beaten him yet Just using his arms he beat us all then We had no chance He had us coldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Lay Down(Verse One) 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 and stroll Stop and go, cop an old up town choppin Choppin for dough, prophesize Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse The horsepower cross bow Soundin dope we off done the boat felt the flow Under my belt plenty live Twenty five in the front row Just felt the glow, they melt wit in oxin Rumble in the Bronx Slugs out start buggin out Thugs out, tuck they heats in your bucket seats Honey's suckin me, sweet Do a 90 in the jeep Vainglorious, might stand victorious A hundred story high historian Poor men of the street Jammed the game, to the poor again Slander the Wu banner name it's war again It's war again (Hook) **Gun cocking** Lay down **Bullets fire** Mothafucka lay down Lay down Spray sounds Spray sounds Spray sounds (Verse Two) Subject to sing like the slasher slither Better through a guy's status Apparatus tied to your liver Melon in never whither Mount St. Helens swellin Refreshin fearsome rebellious sellin death to ya eardrums I'm never tellin, diary, just a firey felon Coughins I'm nailin All your frail men on a scale Your deep space maybe's Inject your offsprings wit the rabies It's gravy train on the remy, dirty glass Sponge kidney bath real pissy Rendevous, wit the fisheys stats Demolition derby, attourney to rap Before the jury A thirty six word remix Firey phoenix turn tables wobble Out the pre-cint shake the ground decent Still waiting for impeachment I'm sea sick (Hook) (Verse Three) Edit I, sexual predator In the burn centre Temper, pepper salt Hashish master piece Out the vault Twenty seven years of hysteria, bury ya In the gear of North America Placenta crackin it's crisis Kosovo tae-bo flow blow out the fo' World trauma, who got the virus? Pearl Harbour casino classic free loader Weed smokin bastards Gambinos on amino acid Bio-hazards Faster the groover the hoover vacume The child spark remover sag em' Passionate wars wit U-God the braska to Alaska Pipe line the right by a massacre Thought race your barriers The air craft carriers severe Spill your mascara dear The skin lab Tell your flex everywhere Soon your words, scum dogs of the universe When will you learn You'll get burned (Hook) Tear it downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shell Shock[Verse 1: Lethaface] To my hard rocks locked in cell blocks, never shell shock Melt the ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box My enemies heart pumps poisonous blood Your choice the slugs you do dirt in the rain then your name is mud Major love to thugs in the back of the clubs Strapped for what? To avoid being stuck and blazed up Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked Intense cuts from Leatha and Uey, verbal gymnast Volvo, physical fitness over tracks leave statistics Tripped into the realm with chrome shines like sunlight Half of my life is right, the other half is a gun fight Uptight jake harassing for college satisfaction A 101 question asking in back of the paddy wagon [Verse 2: U-God] Sadly, tragedy happen, lost in captivity Imagine me happily clapping big barrels, heavy ammo Man the mammal, packed in commando, rapidly practice soprano Crack my fingers on pianos I torture you with orchestra tackle on your back, the jackal No time to react, combat, flying shrapnel Kamikaze degrees, Chariots of Fire Live wire, dunn, rock it til your knees drop, over tree tops Colossal current enforcing, outer bridge crossing One foot first, is the rebirth the crime arson Caution, furnace flying, deserters try to black ball us Over the face of the Earth's surface The heat is heating up, demon from the east wing Hitman's bullet, leave you barely breathing and barely seeing A critically blaze, biblical plague in a maze Riddle the box, smothered in cops Sky hugger, Space Jam, slam a the blizzard of rock A space invader laced with lazers and widow maker weapons Magnificent Seven, this cannibal mouth Gangsta spectrum form an animal house, fume at 11 [Chorus: Leatha Face] We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a melting pot Your skeleton drop, as your cells start to pop We dwell on blocks, while you cats held my the cops Blow fire from you tops, your expired by the shots Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, terminate ya War displayed by the widow makers We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a melting pot Your skeleton drop, as your cells start to pop We dwell on blocks, while you cats held my the cops Blow fire from you tops, your expired by the shots Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, terminate ya War displayed by the widow makers [Verse 3: Raekwon] On his wrist saw the spiral, glass hand Last man to eat tracks like you straight up, hit up a white dude Jean jacket, Australian gats, Mediterranean raps Play the back with the joint on his neck Who feeling this? Thugs love this, we way above sea level, love Check out the glove, stay bloodied up, plug this Verbal hygiene, the Golden Arm, plus niggas stay warm We out in Mexico implanting The Swarm All niggas snatch money, watch the sweater, criticize my Fila Sneakers cost cheddar with the heat out We brolic, extra large, dynamic, crack your ceramic in half Go against the grain, we feeding you math What up? Niggas call it high-tech, big shank rank Straight out the kitchenette, jubs in the sink Before I go, analyze all money go Yeah, you seen him, a 6 double O, rocking bummy clothes [Verse 4: Hell Razah] Bloody Red Hook, money and crooks Get out my face with them funny looks, you're better off studying books Let the weed burn, they brain dead, I'ma feed 'em the worms Y'all be actin up and showing off and needing to learn You know the Sun shine as the Earth turns Nowadays is the ghetto germ, knocking off whoever concerned I dip your brain in the blood of fire, prophecize like Jeremiah Turn a crowd to a choir Hot wired space ships, fed niggas who I hate with I be Apocalypse, Tales of the Crypt Raise the dead out the realm of the six Overwhelmed by the smell of the clips, gun smoke, shots hit We surrounded by Hell and politics, bulletproof or hollow tips I'm the silencer on the loudest clip The widow maker, Heaven Razah, put of curse on whoever major Snatch the belt off the heavy weighter I be a Swarm alligator, slap niggas way across equators When the dare try to flaunt they paper [Chorus: Leatha Face] We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a melting pot Your skeleton drop, as your cells start to pop We dwell on blocks, while you cats held my the cops Blow fire from you tops, your expired by the shots Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, terminate ya War displayed by the widow makers We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a melting pot Your skeleton drop, as your cells start to pop We dwell on blocks, while you cats held my the copsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Turbo Charge[Intro] Rock it on To the break of dawn Elevation yo [Verse 1] Elevation smell the vibration Mystique beneath the beat cave in Super freak meaty bone tones discreet Ganja leave is a sweet sensation [?egg is I?] forsake Take over in the making live wire retire all great men Mic-pope rope-a-dope malicious intention Broke through your fences now this is the redemption Nerve wrenching unstoppable high colossal Tonsil obstacle-able hard to true bobbin Shopping through no question Honey I'm sexual intellectual (vamp) rhyming professional Swing all the ladies in I directional Potential bright clever and soft Whatever more encore the shit you adore hard [Chorus] 'Cause it's hard turbo charge and I'm doing shit my way Bon Voyage Shaolin dodge nigga I'm going shit my way Turbo charge nigga it's hard 'cause I'm doing shit my way Yes it's hard praise to God, nigga I'm doing shit my way How it sounds now hold it down right down to the ground [Verse 2] Pleasure the light mic the treasure strangers in the night Can't fight the spinning lining of pearl from left to right Have guns, you will travel Milky Way dripping in the brisk At your own risk silver shadow That might lurk in the image in the Pharaoh When the road gets narrow an hour off after hour Devour with the power the background amp Wine your mission to the party mix champ Wu stamp genie out the lamp cramp sex position Exposition body count technician Bets deep rising ask Killa shit Wax [?] this courage of the fearless Wu enterprise Sent to risen - Grand prize landslide Pipe in holy lighting told me I'm frighten Goldie the only one who boldly speaking that excitement [Chorus] 'Cause it's hard turbo charge and I'm doing shit my way Bon Voyage Shaolin dodge nigga I'm going shit my way Turbo charge nigga it's hard 'cause I'm doing shit my way Yes it's hard praise to God, nigga I'm doing shit my way How it sounds now hold it down right down to the ground [Verse 3] I feel the earth moving under my feet I feel the crowd come tumbling down How it sound all around now We going to party now hold it down We going to party-hardy right down to the ground [Chorus] 'Cause it's hard turbo charge and I'm doing shit my way Bon Voyage Shaolin dodge nigga I'm going shit my way Turbo charge nigga it's hard 'cause I'm doing shit my way Yes it's hard praise to God, nigga I'm doing shit my way How it sounds now hold it down right down to the groundEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Unstoppable[Hook: U-God] You know when you see that See that, feel that Unstoppable So unstoppable that You know when you see that See that, feel that Unstoppable So unstoppable [Verse 1: U-God] Payed that price for my name in lights Better roll that dice To excel to a level, get to hold that might Late studio sessions, who sleeps at night? Breathe smoke from the bonfire Create words that are frying at the empire Longevity creates enemies My legacy will live on at the Kennedys Camelot, hip-hop, find it at the thrift shop Store it in a zip-loc Distribute it on street blocks, for the world to hear Tell the world "Then, here, it's the world premiere" That I said no trivia When I sold the bolivia raw Shit was pure from the heart, uncut from the start and I couldn't get rid of her She put me in a whirlwind, everything good, again I'm in the place in the space where I should've been Worldwide with the standing o With the house life down, you can see that, feel that [Hook: U-God] You know when you see that See that, feel that Unstoppable So unstoppable that You know when you see that See that, feel that Unstoppable So unstoppable [Verse 2: U-God] On the FDR, sunroof, retractable Redbone and they copping liquor so natural, this is factual Can't find it glow in any manual And who will claim king in this wicked ass chess game Spread love, that'd be the best thing Burn that sour shit, till your chest stings While the vest thing lay up in the West Wing Cars and homes stress free Tahiti bitches with a drink on top of me I'm all over the bread, poppy seeds My independent philosophies Now what the hell of a prophecy All the things that I got to see From a broken home to a home of belief All praise to the father for the in and out, breathe [Hook: U-God] You know when you see that See that, feel that Unstoppable So unstoppable that You know when you see that See that, feel that Unstoppable So unstoppableEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy WuDak Yellow (Freestyle)[Verse 1: U-God] Who put a Wu nigga on this track? Guess I'ma slaughter you When I had to rip this quick bars on deck Minus the autotune Blood on my Nikes, fistfight, selling that white This is for all the goons, bitch Sit on this dick, swallow and spit That's what you all to do Manhattan it with some [?] [?] Chanel over 5th & Madison Side line chicks get sent to the Radisson Spread that cream to my team, then vanishing Pop them doors and [?] Amsterdam Louis on the seats handcrafted by Dapper Dan A new classic bastards No tricks in '17 'cause the guns are clean And emigrate over [?] an Island Fake smiling in your face Catch cases with thoughts of violence That marketing fee is just a page in my rap degree It fit he dog organic now I'm top line pedigree Move like a centipede for enemies that's tryna put an end to me It's gonna take another ten times ten to me Do the math and get back to me It's U-G-O-D; fucking up the church money After this track you gon' need plenty racks Break that bang! ([?] another word homie) Still smell like overseas, ripped jeans, the smoke right, so high Off the edible green, while they sipping the lean All rap lives matter 'cause we living in dream This source is never depleted How value some say little conceited And I put a little salt on it But however do you want it? However do you need it, need it? Don't make repeat it - all soldier Money fold the ex-gunslinger Got me pissed off with chips on both shoulders It's just too many clones with a microphone And it's Wu! A lot of copies up dirty like Zu! After I'm gone when they be all/yawn like you And it say uptown hold the burst for me With the shot at young Cardi BEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy To the Rescue[Verse 1: U-God] Yo, yo, yo, yo Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin' One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons Burn, handgun herns, standin' firm Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic' Skull tactic, sporadic, Asiatic, long awaited Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated You hated us, 'cause we immortal on wax Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax Shillac 'em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I'm boxin' [Chorus: U-God] Professional vets, now comin' through vexed I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress And Leathaface pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue [Verse 2: Lethaface] I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered By my block sponsors, monster Tonka truck ya The whole train conductor A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds Infrared, signin' on the Glock, splittin' ya head Drippin' wet from death threat messages I inject Intellect reflects worldwide over Internets Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smokin' like incense Vets broken into the flesh, soakin' in ya own mess Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows Holdin' ya breath, gaggin' for a bit of oxygen Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document Lockin' position, envision, adapt critical condition Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin' Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin' you Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexin' you Claim professional, but I never met you Son I never forget you I slaughter foes when my particles wet you To the Rescue [Chorus: U-God] Professional vets, now comin' through vexed I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue [Verse 3: U-God] Slash hope, raw burnin', freezin' thoughts are cold Ballistic missile lift off, now one behold My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume With grief fallin' on me in a breeze, the seas partin' It's two men awesome, uncanny The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw Menate the law, practice my ambition Understand determination, plus my burnin' condition Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster Exotic lens, bionic Timb's, hardco' organic The floor panic when revolvin', Shaolin dodgin' Potion of my juice, it's "Houston we have a problem" Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse The crash course, the portions of my Porsche Divorce it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it Toss the smokin' corpse, seldom sing Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin' and swarmin' Vikin style, strikin' without warnin' a nation Standin' ovation, rap devastation New animation, the scandal Handle the best part, damsel in distress, I'll bless you God damn you! To the rescue [Chorus: U-God] Professional vets, now comin' through vexed I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the RescueEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Knockin at Your Door[Verse 1: U-God] You asked for the rap action pack satisfaction Snatch over match kiss the grand dragon I'm tramplin the mass riddin head champion Back draft crash landin Last man standing All bodies full of swords Cards of confusion Killa bee guarntee The guilotine execution Reviloution air pollution New budda diva fairy, beaver, be cleaver, fever, curry speaker Sweet creature hurry knockin Dirty rockin jockin One stand word is thirty shell shockin Unlockin fell through the flurries Hurry, don't worry cherry blow Go beyond wall rip a hardcore Right [Chorus: U-God] Someone's knockin at the door Someone's brining the swell Y'all really want the fuckin war Golden Arms bringing the swell Somebody knockin at the door Somebody brinin the swell Young guns down for the cause Golden Arms bringin the swell [Verse 2: Letha Face] Last hope Staten force, stack a few thoughts Burn a mens courts German imports adapt to the sport Smash your courts like elevator deaths Hell raizer checks Shells faith invest it dwells in the plate in your chest Facial sweats away in your breath Scrapin your best patriot blessed warzone No escapin the death Snake you inject venom from poison glands Boy scans destroy mans The only survivor if the weak hold jams Boths mans a pyrex measuring cups Fo' better bust permanent headrush Body illustrius Infamous selfdestruct 12 bomb mechanisms Expertism sets down your power gland systems [Chorus: U-God] Somebody rockin hardcore Sombody bringin the swell Y'all really want the fuckin war Golden Arms bringin the swell Somebody rockin hardcore Somebody bringin the swell Somebody rockin hardcore Golden Arms bringin the swell [Verse 3: U-God] Titanium bat Drainin the crainium crack Strainin your back Late flap played back flippin Disco daddy caddy shack Glad he back, novelty size Swallow me in poverty pimpin Finger lickin hood stricken Muffle detect slide Shuffle the deck muscle respect, good riddens Rag time drag through 36 pistons jerk your wrist in friction Crash y'all since you in fast ball And gas your last ass-whippin Ask canned equipment Risky district sound effect Kickbox to get lift the gold shipment The upmost control cut most amounted track Polish my knaps Now get simplicity twisted Guys on top Won't he despise out the meisor The crypt tall bricks hit em' Rip torn the bits got flipped shredded then chipped over dicer [Chorus: U-God] Someone knockin at the door Someone bringin the swell Y'all niggas really want the war Golden Arms bringin the swell Y'all want the fuckin hardcore Golden Arms bringin the swell Young guns out for the cause Golden Arms bringin the bell Bell, bell, bell, bell, bell...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Magnum Force[Intro: Jim Jones] Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle New York's mine [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Can it be it was all so simple Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin through I lost my fitted when the wind blew Down in Miami, when we floss, no Winstons Looking for some ice cream, hooked on the night scene Way back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend' What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in line Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was on my grind Now I'm in my prime like 36 Chambers Pull through your block with like thirty-six rangers Don't say it, we dangerous, give a fair warning Party til the morning, to the last call Go hard, nigga, 'cause when it rain it starts pouring You a nigga sleep, like you snoring My niggas creep like they crawling Pray for you niggas, oh, lord, could you pray for this nigga? [Hook: U-God] See me ride and creep through the night in the fog Heat's to your skull, 'cause this time, it's on (It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you're gone (Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord You live by the sword, you die by the sword (It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em [Verse 2: U-God] Yo, it's danger when the beat loops, hard like Sheek Louch God got a sweet tooth for white broads and fleetwoods Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off the tree Deep roots in the street, that's right, I'm a G These boots don't walk from the Hill to France Dunn, shout out to dance hall, gorilla stance Make, killas glance, heads, start popping Police just watch, hoes, start clocking Foes can't block 'em, your spine is jelly But mine is gully, my insides is ugly And I shine with my hat low, behind the skully It's Zilla, Zilla, with the monster belly And my hands stay steady, I move in silence But I'm, ready to live, nigga, Christopher Wallace [Hook: U-God] See me ride and creep through the night in the fog Heat's to your skull, 'cause this time, it's on (It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you're gone (Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord You live by the sword, you die by the sword (It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Okay, uh, you ain't that hard to go against U-God Bitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retard Walk past your block with my Glock and my iPod Hoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover over If it's a jungle, I'm a silverback, strip down it Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it Real hip hop, you looking for it, just found it It's like punishment, the way a nigga stay grounded Humble, but I rumble, bang you Throw up the W, niggas'll Wu-Tang you D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D Mad bitches in the club, homey, you know me I got paper, I urinate a couple G Whitey's looking like, who he suppose to be? Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny G Love crime, U-God, one more time, let's go [Hook: U-God] See me ride and creep through the night in the fog Heat's to your skull, 'cause this time, it's on (It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you're gone (Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord You live by the sword, you die by the sword (It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'emEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Enter U-God[U-God] AW SHIT! Now I got you tremble'n for the battle to begin I'm not gonna leave this place with no sad face Cuz I'm gonna win The battle everybody in the world just came to see Golden Arms, (ah!) take out these cornwalled ass MC's All y'all corns - walk out the door (ah!) You run the same rhyme that the crowd don't wanna hear no more Gun blastin this and flashin that, reality now actually You better listen, you better listen carefully We came here (we came here), to dull the bass (ha, ha, ha) And Mathematics catch the cut while RZA Ra just hold the bass And I'm rhyme and on timin', it's so fresh from out the pack Niggas got problems, cuz the Wu is fighting back Please don't sing (please don't sing), yo battle rap (ha, ha, ha) We got the most, the sugar coated bully rhymes from out the back And we breakin', and we taken everything you fuckin own Not yo bitches, but yo FUCKIN' MICROPHONES! [Talking] Y'all muthafuckas ready for the Redemption? Bring it muthafucka *echos* Yo Yo, dis U-God representin' that W Tru, we comin' thru, I'm comin' thru Wit the Redemption This time it's me dolo solo here brah! Guerilla Warfare you know how we do Uptown, Downtown, Dirty South, LA, New York, Chi Town We commin' thru for this shit, represent (respresent) Yo, Yo, Watch out! They let the hell out the gates [Excerpt from '36 Chambers' Movie] Now then, the Cheesaw have four chiefs Number one is Golden ArmsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy SkyscraperIntro: Skyscrapers (x3) [Verse 1] Watch how I swing 'em, past the Apollo, past Jimmy Jaz Easy on the throttle Skyline glittah Crooks in the night This fucked up apple let me take a bite Push back the drop, lights on the stretch Then I hit the dutch twice Left me sundrenched Freeway a life we might just bump heads All these hood niggas in front the projects Tweet all the masses, plans to bomb threat See 'em on the block, salute the young vets Used to move with the best, now they call them the elite Inner city dudes, bad news with the heat Girl you're in for a treat, no keys in the pocket Push button seats, jump start the rocket Pennies, for profit, minks up in the closet Southern fried birds get seasoned with the arson [Chorus] Big city life (skyscraper) Big city lights (skyscraper) Big city life (skyscraper) Big city lights (skyscraper) [Verse 2] Bitches and fame, came from the hustle The will and the power, came from the struggle Violence on the Island, cause niggas to crumble Behind the dumpster, all day we hustle Shots to the vertebrae, murder rate doubled Then the ambulance came, zip lock the duffle Stick up, kids, in the sports bar Shots in the hill, by Stapleton Park It's one of them nights, wish upon a star That the hood might settle and peace may start Police drive by, hide the marijuana Chicks stroll by in 'Sace and Gabana Once ain't enough, nigga, pass that raw If I miss you three times, gon' catch bullet four [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stick Up[Intro: INF-Black] Put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard? Uh-huh, all my live niggas, friday.. Put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard? [INF-Black] I'm the hood like weed and crack Best believe I'm the hood and I ain't far from my gat Was taught to hold it down, and never slack on my mack Same niggas you give pounds, be those niggas that rat The bullshit, you got a deal, momma told me react I'm from a part of town, that's real, where you can't relax Shots throwin', always somethin', get your head piece cracked The block jumpin', stay pumpin', these buildings is where it's at These buildings is where I stack, brought out the INF-Black Rather get caught in the act, then caught dead in your back, so chill (chill) If peace was an option, and still plottin' Nobody's untouchable, keep your p's when it's coppin' Please, when I'm cockin', or freeze and get boxed in So many m.c.'s on they knees, now they plead when they coppin' My live state rockin', fresh, and still grindin' Time after time and my homies, I'm still ridin' [Chorus 2X: INF-Black] Ya'll haters coudln't ride with me Couldn't get down like me, get high like me Competition's like a robbery, it's easy to see Yo, put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard? [Hook: INF-Black] Go bang, when I'm jumpin' the gun Have ya'll bitch ass niggas run It go bang, that's the sound of the thang That's the sound of the thang.. [INF-Black] I ain't talkin' like I can't slip, or get clipped But I'm on point like my outfit matchin' my kicks I'm cockin' this fifth, faggot niggas all on my dick With a heart full of fire, I ain't givin' an inch Take my kindness for weakness, ain't life a bitch Staten Isle's best secret'll run up in your shit Like I ain't never been pinched, took a blow over some dough I slap a hole in the 'fro for sniffin' my blow, it's real Park Hill's where I'm from, where killas load guns And take funds, huggin' the trigger Shot pumps in your Hilfiger, or the block for this cheddar Hold cracks in sweaters, next to floored counterfeiters Yeah, I loved a lot of niggas, but lot of niggas I stop lovin' It's me or them, so fuck 'em (fuck 'em) ... [Chorus 2X] [INF-Black] I'm livin' proof, nigga, listen More jewels than Q when he killed Bishop, play the roll or be the victim Time's tickin', my hand's itchin', I'm hot in the kitchen Any condition, I'm street, son, I'm plottin' the mission Choppin' the raw, I'll break it off, through my addition It's gonna be friction, I keep the half-sawed, it's real Push my limit, catch an ass whippin', son, I ain't' missin' Two tool for the club and a nine for the waistline Get it all, it's fine, just like your bitch, can't wait to taste mine Break spines for yards and I break the bassline Hold it down with my squad, move hard as county lines, run that I'm your car, wouldn't call it a crime My rubber gripped chrome nine, keep ya'll hoes in line Treat you like old pussy, cuz I'll fuck you when I want Gut you out like a turkey and I'll stuff you a blunt, chump Have you in emergency, for tryin' hum a stunt [Chorus 2X] [Bridge: INF-Black] Nigga run that... Give up your chain and your watch, or the Glock'll go click clack I ain't playin', what I'm sayin', throw these hollows in your six pack Don't have me pop, don't move, nigga, I ain't try'nna hear that Niggas know I won't hesitate to put your fuckin' shit back [Interlude: INF-Black] Yeah, INF-Black, Hillside Scramblers, it [Hook] [Outro: INF-Black] Muthafuckas, toast to that, nigga Put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hungry(U-God) (Chorus) Ruff out here Im out here fightin Cold and hungry Fish ain't bittin Life's so frightening I'm damn near thumpin Cold and crumbling Nothin's hatching Now im back In stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaa Stuck in the cold in the cold no place to go Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaa Im out here fightin Cold and hungry Fish ain't bittin Lights so brightlin Damn near thumpin Broke and crumbling Nothin's hatchin Now im back In stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaa Stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go cold Exploooooooooooooooode (U-God) I hit the concrete Show and proove to all the ruff man in stove fuse burn it's bomb week Watch when i snug e'm You won't see nutin But the dust when the mightiest to the finest crust The blindest the vodka's don't yo We rabbit the land Unkind it's hard to manage FBI And the Public Eye The rap seems sord of savage but those Live in the math As doc cash livin fast Shang fool anger Consealed in IMS Out the ass of the 36 chamber God get a grasp It's rhyme time Time's is gettin harder Damn he spoilled rotten Hot livin colla Remember when coke was $18.00 a gram Now i was a scholar for sellin bottles Now im in the high class models Never to rest Material's his Eyes On fire on my chest Stress full throttle Russian's still place yard testin my strengh Fuck you with my motto "huff" Here why ??????? For survivel I monster truck you Buck you some more You be stuck to the wall with a big fuck you fuck you In the search continue I build to fill my cup For peace of american life I don't really give a fuck I don't wanna die i don't wanna go I wan't total knowledge i don't wanna be hold left in the cold pickin up Our garbage My lung's are grungy die harder four course swash by diction in the graphd Man lord's Hungry............................................ (Chorus) Im out here fightin Cold and hungry Fish ain't right in Nice so bright in I'm damn near thumpin Cold and crumbling Nothin's hatching Now im back In stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Stuck in the cold the cold no place to goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Im out here fightin cold and hungry Fish ain't right in Nice so bright in I'm damn near thumpin Broke and crumbly Nothin's hatchin Now im back In stuck in the cold In the cold With no place to gooooooooooooooooooooo Stuck in the cold In the cold With no place to go Cold exploooooooooooooooodeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Jackpot[Verse 1: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] The rip of the jackpot, cheddar cheese stacka Trip off the black crip, why I'm safe cracka I have you leapin' like a greenbay packa Newest sensation off the meat racka I had to mention it, I knew it would attract her It was all cool, I was waiting for the after Book a jackpot, pick your own chapter Beastin' and feastin' and livin' like a trappa Shit stay spinnin' like a Mexican gattlin' Pour the ..... shit, just a piece of the action Yeah you know about that Fatal Attraction Brand new shit that was made for crashin' The palma lade, the marmalade, that was for maxin' Knucklehead niggas need John the Baptist [Hook: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] So get it up like ransom I need play everyday like the National Anthem [Verse 2: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] You don't have to like it 'cause it's good Oh shit, I'm sittin' in my crib, I'm writing rhymes in the hood Drunk niggas misundersood You know them sober mother fuckers better knock on wood I put it out cause its ample Them greedy G's drop dead off the 2 pic sample And then you grab a whole handful You run slam up the block.... (?) and jackpot pamphlets And don't question the answer, my word brain diagnosed like terminal cancer And people thinkin' I'm a phantom, like I'm all made up like Marilyn Manson A lil' nigga, you my grandson Cause if you bite my shit, son, you gon' need a transfer You know jojo was no dancer [Hook: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] I need play everyday like the National Anthem So get it up like ransom I need play everyday like the National Anthem [Verse 3: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] Camp Callaway on a Billie Holiday See niggas couldn't see me Donny Hathaway They say Wott, them niggas heard you three blocks away You know I smoke cats like three packs a day There's no gizmo, sashmo (?) is armstrong Break beat, one take, lean on a horn Scratch my brick and I can get the main ingredient Slam my door and I be reaching for that Commodore Everybody wants a good goodie You know another black teen got buried in a hoodie Some thought ... (?) live in a pink bubble He said he did it for the team, just stay outta trouble See Charlie had a parker (?), Reggina rang a bell I had Anita bakin' cake in the back stairwell All's forgiven, welcome to Thanksgivin' Order me three Bernie Macs, three six-packs of Old Gold Make sure it's Nat King Cole Make sure it's Nat King Cole Make sure it's Nat King Cole I got the hot shit cookin' on the stoveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Keynote Speaker[Hook] Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young Not here to fight, we call it fun Allah gave me light, real strong Meet me at the top, near dawn Damn right, nope, we always kill songs [Verse 1] Mamma gave birth, righteous seed Tension in the hood, it's alright with me Flows laid down with lightning speed The track game good, it's alright with me I'ma keep dropping albums, each year Fold y'all niggas, beach chair I told y'all niggas, it's heat here Watch how y'all step, watch your feet there You blocking the shine of the chief here It's Keynote Speaker, leap year [Hook] Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young Not here to fight, we call it fun Allah gave me light, real strong Meet me at the top, near dawn Damn right, nope, we always kill songs [Verse 2] Relentless, hustle, respect the fullest I'm ready, set, see my extra bullets I'm on deck, see, I'm next to do it My nest is blooming, my heart is fuming What you expect, man? The God is human I'm next to do it, my brain is fluid This is my anger, it's chamber music, now Here we are, to spank and bruise it, now Middle finger, if you think we lose it But you like it 'cause you choose it You can't coach me out my style I'm the millennium poster child Put in years, move at a slow pace As I watch y'all spit with no taste [Hook] Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young Not here to fight, we call it fun Allah gave me light, real strong Meet me at the top, near dawn Damn right, nope, we always kill songsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Semi automatic: full rap metal jacketYo, yo... Chorus: u-god You can't hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can't hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic Verse one: u-god I make mean lean when I pump my spunk And hands of chump, of machine gun funk I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas With rigormor', I hit you in the core and Pop your legs well in the figure four You can't stop the force when the blood is coursin Extortion, I'm comin like the headless horseman Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins Don't pop Glocks at me then cop a plea A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea Deep depths makes rappers salted Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in Lay down them lines with them hard hits And I'm harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds Underground railroad rza track lay it down I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went It's golden bangles, microphone getting strangled Five-star general, scars you want to angle Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings Chorus 2x Verse two: inspector deck Yo I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes Mc's are shot down long range with sniper aim No question marks, the session starts with sparks My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts Universal soldier, mo's the holder Globe in both hands, born to be sole controller Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph Best-seller compose a rough draft Razor sharp vocabulary cut glass Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse You can't catch my style with bugs and phone taps Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless Hard targets, underground like black markets Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura Importer of rough raps that's snuck cross the border Semi-automatic attack'll spray y'all Liquid sword swingin slay all, I'm awol Chorus 1.5x Verse three: street thug Wu-tang be, killin you softly with this song You won't survive the outcome I bring def jams to your eardrums P.l.o. hits the hardest, regardless Felony offenders catchin murder one charges Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators I strike back like the jedi, from n.y It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin I be all you need to rock these mic devices Projectile shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger High pursuit for the cream like the bodyguard from bejing Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene On your facilities, the penalty, doa Bomb shell your burrow like bombay Opposites attack that's why these thieves stay strapped As we, travel the glove to put shaolin on the map I show loyalty, to my fans fully Operational raps, that bust through your skully I'm rated second-to-none I be the top gun From the land of the slums spittin blades from my tongue Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker Watch me bang the headpiece kid there's no survival My flow lights up the block like a homicidal Murder, underground beef for the burger P.l.o., criminal thoughts you never heard ofEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Soul Dazzle[Verse 1] On the mat, head to toe Intacked on the track Big hat's on the go, Let them ho's know we on a stroll We on the track, The shit we started, we comin' back In the market of rap, walkin 'man heart talkin Superbowl ring, sun of soul king Roll the red carpet, out the cockpit Sharkskin garments, come out the closet "ROCKS!" My pocket's don't understand lint Place's i haven't been This is it HollyWood handprint, written in cement Bottom bitch, get that mint Get that money not the honey rent Need to feed is more legal Ya too foxy ass, get that cash Sparrows can't fly with eagles [Hook] Soul, Soul, need a taste Mind right, head in the right place Do what to do, like you supposed to be Now, give up your chance... before the game's on me Now bounce can you dig it, on the real side Stay in the showcase, be satisfied Now meet me at the pink house, that I tear down Let everybody know, that everybody know I made you squeeze, then hit your sound Now bounce get up and do nigga's what you can Everybody do ladie's what you can "right" 28 physique, game don't mean nothing me You can't run, hide, The games on me "right" can you dig it? [Verse 2] It's just the vocab Gift of gab Like the river they call me Rhymin' money on the wood Go good right before I just 69 em' Trick ass bitch nigga diamonds Put her arm in perfect timing Sweet signs a sin Steady climbin Always press fresh food on the table On the move Hash flourish Ever since they prove My stable every move is fatal My step gonna survive No jive Talkin GMC See the C bring it back to me If it's alright with you it's alright with me We could do like men how you want it to be That shiny shake that blind mixtape's like pineapple grape No time to escape Pimp slap your face On the hole is soul in the hole Roll now blow [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Zilla[Chorus: sample (U-God)] Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla) Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla) [Verse 1: U-God] I'm taking all of your divas, I'm eating all of your pizza Call me Daddy Gunsmoke, throwing long to receivers Remember fights at the Fever, straight shifting your features 'Cause I'm sharp as a cleaver, spill blood in areas 'Cause I'm rougher then Lazarus, harder then Caesar Bobber and weaver, straight flow, follow the leader Mix the coke with the ether, keep snow on the freezer Stomp gold on my Visa, it's an hour to geezer Pop holes in your tweeters, your ho want me to bang her I'm the one man army with tsunamis of swagger, bragger [Chorus: sample (U-God)] Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla) Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla) [Verse 2: U-God] Ready and able, 'cause my blows are more fatal I'm the human tornado, pulling guns out the cradle It's a scene out Casino, scrape cream off the table Shape pants enabled, break dancing, gold cables Prada tags and labels, flood drugs with the draino Put holes in your braino, then I'm off to Barbados It's the black Clark Gable, jump out the sable and bang you Wide turns on the angle, sideburns with the banger Curtains you up for danger, hurting you with the chamber Circle you with the flamer, hurting you with the stinger, ringer [Chorus: sample (U-God)] Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla) Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla) [Verse 3: U-God] It's a whole 'nother level, yo, I'm hot as a kettle Yo, I handle my business, boy, I body the devil Yo, I'm diamond embezzled, plus I Hollywood shuffle And I'm so rebellious, 'cause I polly with Russell And I got hood muscle, when it's on, I say it's on I'm real, militant, a don, I'm Genghis Khan I got the bangles on, I muzzle the nozzle Cappa taught me The Pillage, I'm a RZA apostle At the tip of your tonsil, yeah, I'm gripping the magnum Pure physical fitness, when you Enter the Dragon Yeah, I'm awesome and handsome, the way I scribble my riddle Sounds'll rattle your limo, can't handle my dribble, bimbo [Chorus: sample (U-God)] Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla) Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla) Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fire (DJ Green Lantern Remix)[Hook x2: Scotty Wotty] The God said to put the fire on it The God said to put the fire on it One match, we set the world on fire One match, we set the world on fire [Verse 1: U-God] It’s the art of war combat, every move is high tech Human Terminator nigga, plug me into SkyNet Red bone, hot head, burnt down my projects I turn sound into killing flying objects Blood off contracts, kill ‘em on contact Yeah, I got bread, dead? Nope, not yet Damn, you ain’t pop yet, haters wanna block that Snatch mics, hunchback, talk smack, I punch back Flew off the launchpad, right through your insides Great minds combine, try to study my enzymes Skating on the thin line, fighting for the airtime Push back your hairline, with shots of tequila lime Stay on my global grind, talk with a sober mind Putting in more overtime, till I reach a billion In the condominium, skinny tall Brazilian With so many tats, she looking reptilian [Hook x2: Scotty Wotty] The God said to put the fire on it The God said to put the fire on it One match, we set the world on fire One match, we set the world on fire [Verse 2: Method Man] My hand hot, killer, curry in the pot, killer Look how these killers thinking they are and they not, killers I get the drop, killer, all the killings stop, killer My heavy hitters flex on everyone you got with ya This track’s not filler, talk with my hands, I’m tryna feel ya It might be the fact that we not familiar Or, not La Familia, a monkey with bars You not gorilla, Zilla, calling you Don, my pen has gotten iller Yeah, you know who we are, you know the slums Where the women keep the wook in they bra, that’s where I’m from Cops catch you with the rook in the car, this where you run You can die here, son, and the ambulance never come, ugh Ain’t no limit till I spit it, my Yankee fitted Shout out to critics that know I’m wicked for killing minute Shout out to rappers that ain’t committed, but think they get it Hold up, now wait a minute, let me put some hating in it [Hook x2: Scotty Wotty] The God said to put the fire on it The God said to put the fire on it One match, we set the world on fire One match, we set the world on fireEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stop (Carry On)[Intro: Ebony Burke] I know you think you struggling And everything looks bad Over the hug, you can't get And that just makes you mad Can't trust the man beside you And got no real true friends Keep waiting on the day When all your drama's gonna end [Chorus: Ebony Burke] Stop, look and listen Life, is a blessing Stop, all your stressing You'll, find what's missing Just carry on, just carry on, just carry on [U-God] Life's so short, but I'm suppose to do it Sit back, relax and enjoy the view Smell the fresh air, the morning dew Let the sunshine come beaming through Broken rules, beneath the crimes We all god's creatures, the streets is mine Forget your stress, release your mind Take all your worries, leave 'em all behind Now, peep my rhyme and you see my cause We all got problems, we all got flaws We all got heartaches, we all got sores Just make sure you take care of you and yours [Chorus] [U-God] I got jewels for the mind, more fruit to eat You are exceptional, you are unique You are truly special, to be on earth You are really blessed, it can be more worse Now feel my hurt, hear my lions roar Reach for your dreams and try to soar Push through the door, the lord's thy sheppard Lean on the shoulders, when times is hectic People got problems, try to accept it No food to eat, baby need pampers People in the world need cures for cancer I got questions, I need answers [Chorus] [U-God] This one right here, I compose this lyric For your self esteem, to up lift your spirit Take my kindness for weakness, and you try to smear it All you dumb, deaf and blinds, ain't trynna to hear it It's the jealousy, envy, lust and greed Care less for what ya want, or more of what you need And it's hard to believe and have faith in people When you stuck in the battle over good and evil [Chorus] [Outro: U-God] Yo, don't worry ya head, sweetheart Everything is gonna work out fine If it was meant for you to have it You'll have it, don't give up ya dreams, never Ever, ever, give up ya dreams, keep on pushingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Elegance[Intro] They say New York City Is like that y'all They say New York City Is like that y'all [Chorus: Nomadiq] Can we catch the L-train to an island I hop out that foreign It's yours baby you know it I said girl you know it Manhattan to Shaolin Draped down in diamonds Get love everywhere I walk, it's the way I talk And this jet only lands in New York [Verse 1: U-God] Pretty young bae, young skin, you know what mood I'm in Love is the message by the way you keep on texting I know you sensitive and ya taste is expensive Drinks out to work I'm on your guest list I introduced you to biz, he paid the best hits Two step in the club, put your request in Outstanding, can I take you home Before I let go, 6 minutes after the show You in the red zone, getting your wind blown My new joint be queued up on the headphones Strobe lights on my gemstones Jag's outside sitting on a pair of Bridgestones And the [?] somehow but seems lazy You live on polo ground, Fifty Fifth? Shit's crazy This is classic New York with a fork You eat it up 'till this shit is no more [Chorus: Nomadiq] Can we catch the L-train to an island I hop out that foreign It's yours baby you know it I said girl you know it Manhattan to Shaolin Draped down in diamonds Get love everywhere I walk, it's the way I talk And this jet only lands in New York [Verse 2: U-God] Can I get a soul clap, what you know about that I'm master of the ceremony, hit me on the amp You only got calm when I pulled the Dom And your friends looking cute they can all come It's like dinner in the park, after dark Watching really deep talk, Star Wars Static on your dress game, your spark Then pull out a pen, write a bar or two Cabin on the greens, Central Park with a barbecue Horse drawn carriage, and I'm looking for the marriage Just a Staten Island nigga holding more than the average Delancey Street, three quarters to my feet and I never got beat And it was radio, suckers never play me Okay but that shit stay, still shakes the ladies It was classic New York with a fork to eat it up Can you give us some more? Can we catch the L-train to an island I hop out that foreign It's yours baby you know it I said girl you know it Manhattan to Shaolin Draped down in diamonds Get love everywhere I walk, it's the way I talk And this jet only lands in New York [Samples] And you say New York City Is like that y'all And you say New York City Is like that y'all Hold it down for New York cityEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Exordium[Verse] This is that tuxedo masterpiece, recorded In the Master Suites, been plotted since my last release Surrounded by the best, let's have a feast Pretty young bitches come dance for me See the future in my vision, a hustler's convention Turntables and that microphone, be the invention You can't monkey wrench 'em, police try to pinch 'em Made a grand entrance, this is nonfiction U-God and the streets and we all in hard bottoms Written in newspaper as folded in four columns The words are venom, get quoted by top models The type to swan dive in my personal grotto Foot on the throttle to the next frontier Won't stop rocking 'til the Milky Way's near Mingle, they the floor plans, it's time to get bands Gave this music is a twist, it's time to re-brand Increase my revenue with exceptional wordplay Written to perfection, you could swear it was Scorse' Sound provided by the incredible Jose A scientist's own mind, music is cold play Please take a seat and enjoy my presentation Came out of hibernation to present my new creation Hates the motivation amongst the competition Fangs out, salivating, blast you with venomEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Days of Glory[U-God] I want everything, from furry things, heavy rings In my backyard, that's where I bury kings I stay cling, dynasty Ming, no worry pains Buffalo wings, hot springs in the winter time Pull up a nice thing, looking like I won the Heisman Passion aside, sweet, call it my icing Alright then, we both freaks, first class seats And mountain peaks, as we Tour De France She kissed me on both cheeks, now I'm off to Greece Yeah, I'm off the streets, and my fam is better Rock sister hand by hats with the golden feather Living off a good time from the golden era, cuz [Chorus: U-God] These, are, my days, of, glory Whatever it takes Don't live with regrets, I learned from mistakes, cuz These, are, my days, of, glory Work hard for the cheddar Sunny days ahead, it could only get better, cuz [U-God] Cuz I had it, lost it, had it again In my heart, yo, I had it to win When my money got short, my Spanish bitch, yo, she vanished again Now I got it again, I keep the theory is in Keep minimum friends, that means space in the Benz Self made movies, keep a face in the lens I'm gonna rewrite the end of Carlito's Way It's forever rap shows that the Beatles play These are glory days, these are sinister times Your hour glass ran out, now every minute is mine It's a hundred rap dash cross the finishing line Yo, I'm easy to get to, but I'm hard to find It's the Keynote Speaker, I'm one of a kind Presidential MC, I never resign Ya'll niggas is blind, cuz you need protection To the game I'm an artist, cuz I draw attention, cuz [Chorus] [U-God] This is now, now is then Picture me, nigga, following them, I don't follow the trend Going to the top, following men For the chores of life, then you swallow them in Don't wanna get caught with the iron again Don't wanna be stressed with a bottle of gin Change the odds of the pen, gon' mind my work Sit top the empire, watch fireworks, cuz [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Mine[Verse 1] At a young, young age, nothing was right The dirt that I did, I did at night I used to hustle for a ray of light Yo, I thought you was my A-Alike But your heart was cold made of ice, yup If I could count all the women and the money I spent And the fake muthafuckas, the money I lent Y'all niggas all gon' pay the price Y'all all gonna pay the price [Chorus: U-God] I won't shed a tear, I will not cry I'm tired of hand me downs, and getting by Yo, I just can't get right, no I just can't get right, no When I'm gonna get mine, yo [Verse 2] Life's full of drama, secrets and lies If you get screwed in the end, don't be surprised Y'all all gonna pay the price 'Cause y'all all gonna pay the price When I'm gonna get mine, oh When I'm gonna get mine, yo You keep asking me this, the questions is doubt You can't trust no one, that's what this lessons about Put the news through the wire, the message is out You pissing me off, stressing me out, but [Chorus: U-God] I won't shed a tear, I will not cry I'm tired of hand me downs, and getting by Yo, I just can't get right, no I just can't get right, no When I'm gonna get mine, yo When I'm gonna get mines...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Supa Freak (Wildstyle)[Intro: Leatha Face] Get 'em... Supa freak, freak, freak, freak, freak Freak, freak, freak, freak [Leatha Face] So you wanna be the man with the gun in your hand The Son of Sam, expand shells, invades where you dwell The smell of rigger mortis, corpses, enforces That they become victim to homicide resources Minor league bosses, petty cash crimies Snatch your dime piece, leak where my mind speaks Short circuit the mini time piece, pretty nine squeak The echo travels the city night streets [U-God] Yeah, hit-hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streets Rhyme-rhyme all the time, never ever drop a dime Stop-stop doin' crime, first one to pop the nine Rave that I throw the shine, up your back then your spine Bad-bad, super bad, always first, never last Swift-swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron fast Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas Set fire to the ash, smoked in his liver, grass [Chorus 2X: Leatha Face] Dirty, grimey, low down, shiesty Freaky, feisty, hood rat from the hood (Supa freak, freak, freak, freak, freak Freak, freak, freak, freak) [Leatha Face] Snap screen shots of the wild life chronicles Head spin similar to theme park roller coasters The solo holster straps, laser beam Glocks Steamin' hot, blow your snot box, the hottest psyche particles Barbecue, flame boiled crooks, soap by the hooks Splash brain from the wild frame notebooks Son, you so shook, I murder your gimmick Take you to the climb, back to drop, vertical limit [U-God] Yeah, ball playin' girl lane, on the mic I'm rhyme sprayin' M.C. rock viciously, satisfaction guaranteed Or you get your money back, leave your girl, that's a wrap Hit spike like a bat, heel toe, now I tap Second round, second left, in your town, check it, check Cock the beretta back, where my money at? Smack off your funny hat, always come in super jive Lamp in the honey hive, man on the ziggy side [Chorus 2X] [Leatha Face] Pop headphones, glide over metro domes, ride, enter the zone Open wide, head blown, hell fire, lead bone Self fly spread, chrome you're live by a man's dome Divine burns your skin tone, high with the trench stone Blood money leakin' out my pockets, complex, unidentified flyin' objects Comin' at you with 3D, scratch it with CD's That take a sharp head bangers, state of the art [U-God] Yo, dip to the dot, dot to the dip Make the fly girls wanna turn your hips Raps on the juggle, double up quick Bullets rip, I burn the whole clip Cause the long eyelids point to your lips To the walls I stick, with my Spiderman grip Fully action pump grip, jump swift Blow you the bitch, shorty, use and you miss [Chorus 4X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Room Keeps Spinning[Verse 1] At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn Cheeba in my pipe, watch the burn Thinking bout my girl, she’s my sweetheart Today she’s acting like a functioning retard She took my car, brung it back in three parts Late night call, to come to the ER Friday night, she out with her friends Her and them bitches done crashed the Benz Man, I told the bitch about an SAI Stupid And Intoxicated, while she high I been told her, not to drink and drive Now the judge slammed the hammer and she might do time [Hook] Yo, she’s all about the party (Friday night) Yo, she’s all about the party (Friday night) All she wanna do is party (Gettin’ high) All she wanna do is party (Gettin’ high) But the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) [Verse 2] I took a purple rock candy, at the dub step festival Yo, I’m signing autographs, started feeling like a vegetable Here come the sexual, sensual, sorta intellectual Touching on my testicle, the music up a decibel At night, she’s a freak, by day, she’s a principal I’m sipping on Ciroc, I’m feeling type invincible We sitting in the trailer, her head game exceptional Up and down on the pipe, her porn star professional Hold up, is this real? Everything is questionable Let’s take it down a notch, smoke this medicinal [Hook] Now it’s all about the party (Living life) Now it’s all about the party (Living life) All I wanna do is party (Gettin’ high) All I wanna do is party (Gettin’ high) But the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) [Verse 3] Got a letter from L.A., it was from my ex Said she had my baby, ain’t seen her yet Five years done passed, I’m a daddy I remember that ass, whoo, she had a fatty A video vixen, act kinda grown She said she can raise it, all on her own She said see me money and leave me alone Stress is a killer, then she hung up the phone Fucking bitch… [Hook] Now the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) (Down, down, down, down, down it goes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Climate[Intro: Barack Obama] So climate change can no longer be denied Years from now, I want to be able to look our children and grandchildren in the eye and tell them that we did everything we could to protect it [Verse 1: U-God] Hip-hop is dangerous, should be respected and cherished Keep it tucked in your pocket for the next to inherit Sacrifice what I write, Like Martin on the terrace Dreams have been built, and many of us perished No pun intended it's a rough path to heaven So I studied all my lessons, earned a button with a seven I be a father figure Mr. ? We ain't go nowhere, we the same legends The climate of hip-hop since done changed But the art and the bars will still remain Feel the wrath of the caine as it travel through your veins Champagne salute to those who entered the game [Hook: U-God, (MC Shan)] We call it (Hip-hop was set out in the dark) X2 [Verse 2: U-God] We need that gangsta music, don't let them filter the spirit Tell your favorite hot stations in the hood I wanna feel it The fans support, you bring your brother to tears Rap glaciers of ice that didn't melt for years Hip-hop is the monster, Evolution's construct It seemed compelling to say New York really lost it So we sat at the table with the top heads and bosses To save the def jams when the buzzards got exhausted Bout to drench these niggas, don't let me open up the faucet Pass the torch, get on my grind and I endorse it Back from the state pen, cooking with my apron Cash in the jackpot, introduce the eldest statesmen [Verse 3: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] Cash wanna deal, wanna peel back a vocalist I never slip slide when I ride and I open it Triple XL on a deal, I'm a poker chip Thought process, got def for a scholarship Squeezin' burners, shotgun permits I buy hood shit, I never cop German I used to run through life like a blind man But now I walk like I'm stepping on quicksand Bully niggas get fully loaded with lead Jackpot Scot Wot, I'm two steps ahead Anticipate, don't wait, don't let the bubble drop Imma lick more shots than a rookie cop [Hook: U-God, (MC Shan)] We call it (Hip-hop was set out in the dark) X2 (Hip-hop was set out in the dark) [Outro: Barack Obama] Years from now, I want to be able to look our children and grandchildren in the eye and tell them that we did everything we could to protect itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Felon[Intro: (Sample), U-God] (It is my job to protect society from a person like this. There's two kinds of criminals, one we're mad at, and one we're afraid of. We gotta do the best we can with the criminals we're mad at but the ones we're afraid of, we gotta put them in prison) Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to Mr. 92A3131 From Bare Hill Correctional Facility, and I'm a [Verse 1: U-God] Pretty good felon with two counts on One hand gun smoking on trees with three ounces Caught in my possession Been a bit aggressive, since my adolescence, expelled from pre-school I'm on a mission, cause hard heads never learn a lesson With two fire arms headed back to corrections I'm in a jam, need that one call to fam And I'm grinding my teeth as the cell door slams Come over at seven now meet the new man Touchdown on the streets with a modified plan And I only been home for four weeks Connected with the block again Now i'm knocked again, damn [Hook: U-God] I'm a felon, walking these streets I can't breathe, in the eyes of the law and the D's I'm a felon, walking these streets I can't breathe I'm a felon [Verse 2: U-God] Up in the cubicle surrounded by criminals Perpetuate bullshit, remind me of the juveniles Boxed in, counting to the 23rd hour With 7 musty niggas in line for the shower Feel my frustration? I'm in a fucked up situation From blowing up trees on probation And my record just dropped You can hear it on the E block, on regular rotation Use imagination Turn the clock back, should of never moved packs Shoulda never trust my ex, she talks on the jack Who's in kahoots with black who stabs me in the back For a little .22 and a handful of crack On a quest for Rolls Royces you can make the wrong choices Second strike, front of judge, don't be voiceless Sentence you to halfway house, halfway out Looking for a job and a nice shirt Constantly reminded [Hook: U-God] I'm a felon, walking these streets I can't breathe, in the eyes of the law and the D's I'm a felon, walking these streets I can't breathe I'm a felon x5EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy New Classic[Intro: Large Professor sample (U-God)] Classic, classic, classic, classic (yo) Classic, classic, classic (yo, yo) [Verse 1: U-God] I got book rhymes, crook lines, built like tankers Look Ma they took mines hook line and sinker Big time thinker nailed in a pine box Watching like a hawk kid, seats in the sky box Cut you with a dry ox, slapped with a bank roll Stank hoes on salary loving my lingo Get money, make moves, burn more calorie Bruise your anatomy, my atom is hard Slam you on the granite dammit, rap bandits at large Pin metals on my chest, stir up the hornet's nest Burn holes in your neck, control your flesh Fat back wheels, crack kills children Every time the mack spits in the back of the building Splash with a feeling, you need a healing Hot shots of sake, son, you can't stop me You can't drop me son or cock block me I'm powder puff so ruff, slot time, Dough rush Hit my enemies in your guts, cold crush Rib cage blow up, everything's hurricane Red beams tear your frame, my dick game's never lame Slang right, daylight, hot grease and egg whites Hog mics all night, fisticuff dog fights With Dillinger's, motorized mouth out the cylinder War tone, guerrilla hormone, vast in the omniance Dance with the Ramadan, throw y'all armor on Gift wrap your karma strong, shots out in Lebanon LeBron James, Golden Arms, Large Professor Niggas cocaine niggas [Outro: Large Professor sample] Classic, classic, classic, classic Classic, classic, classic, classic Classic, classic, classicEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Heart of Stone[Chorus: U-God] I got a heart of stone, flesh and bone Red skin tone, rap syndrome [U-God] I'm that street sweeper, dope beat finder Forty four piece, keep on pushing with a meat grinder Heat mizer, to all you competitors You regular, regular, I'm ten steps ahead of ya Return of the predator, let me demonstrate Make niggas spill blood like women menunstrate And I'm, fresh out the gate, guess who trunkin' through If he fight to the death, I'mma buckle you Yea, I'm all stressed out, I'm not confortable I don't play by your rules, I stick and move Everyday that you do, catches up to you I want my cake and eat it too, stop the game Leave bruises on your neck, when I pop your chain Yeah, the hunger/pain, make me an awesome thug I'm my own verdict, fuck the jury, the judge Yeah, hear me loud, I bring fury to clubs [Chorus] [U-God] I rap gritty, cuz the city's infested I got the city trapped, trapped in my deathgrip When the tech spit, we bang out excedrin Yeah, you wet kid, the aftershock's around ya Can't wait to let off, the eighteen pounder The bulldog growler, potato on the end I don't turn belly up, or jelly on a friend They held me in the pens, twenty three hour options Locked in, now I'm in the top ten I'll never bend, heads give up When I, see ready for, dead in the dust I throw up the crust, then I shatter they mask It's a must, it's a must, that I shoot fast, come on! [Chorus] [U-God] The streets is like Satan, I'm from the Hill Cuz people keep hating, cuz I score at will Don't fuck with new niggas, I figured they wired I set 'em on fire, like the name was Pryor I'm a livewire brother, that's something superb Want a glass room mansion, up in New Jers' Puff a dutch and an herb, stay in touch with ya bird In an all black Phantom, crushing the curbs Spill my guts on my word, cuz my measure is lethal From the Oooh Building, my Resident Evil Throw consecutive free throws, I'm poppin' the Don Better, clear the way, another blow from the Arm And don't be alarmed, when I'm scrappin' this CREAM With knicks the size of ice cubes, taking your fiends And I popped out the rifle and M-16 You see me on the screen with the Charlie's Angels All in the closet, keep nothing but Kangols Catch him in Bahamas eating all the mango's Call in for drama, bring on the pay load [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rims Pokin’ Out[Intro: U-God] Good God, ugh! [Verse 1: U-God] I got air suspension, hydraulics, in the cockpit Thumpin' heavy watters, my stereo's bionic Soul sonic force, wood grain, dual exhaust pipes Fuel is lost, when thrown in overdrive A hundred horsepowers and the hood motorized The super charger take you on a roller coaster ride Don't worry if you slide, I got four wheel drive When I glide down Interstate 95 Heard additional miles heading for the high With my halogen lights, with my buggy eye Bring truck, serious guy rims, supersized When I pull up to your side that's, when you realize That I'm live on your set, pedestrians sweat 'Cause they catch whiplash when they turn they neck With a multi disc changer, plus cassette This is for them low riders that burn the strip [Hook: Leathafase (U-God)] Driving down the strip, I'm smoking out Roof ripped, deep dish, rims pokin' out (Ride higher, good God) Never ever ever ever gonna stop As the chrome blades chop and I'm rollin' out (Ride higher, good God) [Verse 2: U-God] I got burners in the stashbox, Gucci ragtop It's a brand new boy, toy, not a Matchbox Jealous hoes try to key it up, with scratch marks That's the price you pay, when you park after dark Narc's try to search her, 'cause she wax the Impala Road kill on my crash bar, just demolished It takes hard earned dollars, to keep us served TV's in the head rest, serve your purpose My Xbox control, by the steering wheel color Fancy fur rug match with the W's on 'em Peel out in the large OVM Pirelli Drive on the sour, make ya spine turn jelly Blueberry in my hand, blow out the sunroof Dodging potholes, trying to not dent the Coupe Air vent cool me off, when you hot pursuit Them little press on hubcaps are not the truth [Hook: Leathafase (U-God)] Driving down the strip, I'm smoking out Roof ripped, deep dish, rims pokin' out (Ride higher, good God) Never ever ever ever gonna stop As the chrome blades chop and I'm rollin' out (Ride higher, good God) [Hook x2: U-God] If you love fast cars, come ride with me Come roll with me, come ride with me If you love big trucks, come roll with me Come ride with me, come roll with me [Verse 3: U-God] Now what can you tell me, if my Fendi glasses Throw up my nose, at the low E classes No smoke in my backseat, I don't need ashes Behold the masses, scoping me out Now driving down the strip, I'm smoking out Not a Blood or a Crip, but I'm loc'ing out With fast cars on the fast lane, on a fast route Interior flushed out, you know what I'm about [Hook x2: U-God] If you love fast cars, come ride with me Come roll with me, come ride with me If you love big trucks, come roll with me Come ride with me, come roll with me [Outro: Leathafase] Driving down the strip...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It’s a Wrap[Intro: Leathafase] Roll up, (pop them motherfuckers) (It's a wrap), yeah, (it's a wrap) Short story, (actual actual) For y'all faggots, (homo niggas) Get in line, (stand up) Throw your hands up (fire in your ear) Yeah, knowhatimsayin, (true indeed) God, you the first, (sing it baby), spit! [U-God] (Leathafase) The hot fly shit, do or die forces Motion detectors, alarmed in the fortress (More of this, blow the door frame off the henges Columbian drug lord) Part time business Ties with the civic, build a house out in Venice Six A.M., will have the heart to playin' tennis (His name was with jealous, they finance the figures Attended your figure) Close the book on the sinners [Chorus: U-God (Leathafase)] When the hammer snap, heat claps (it's a wrap) Niggas want the streets back (it's a wrap) Son, we off the meat rack (it's a wrap) Slick slang, speak that (it's a wrap) [Leathafase] (U-God)] When the smoke clears, the hell fire flares Twenty gorilla killas, runnin' down spiral stairs To the bible I sware to complete the contract (Slugs in slow motion, pierce and contact Fierce in combat, killin' flow level Runnin' up your threshold) Gunnin' down rebels Plottin' down revenue, a score to settle Post it up by the door with the gorgeous metal [Chorus] [U-God] (Leathafase) {both} Now you're paranoid, sniffin' the yae (clippin' the SK) Clip a cigar hash (in a marble ashtray) Grip these chains and kiss the cross on his necklace Pop the rocket launcher, blew a new engine (If it's all respected, how we deaded the suplier He's wired up, bullets don't phase, and we fired up) Return fire, blew over toothpaste, scalped 'em Off the balcony {he face down in the fountain} [Chorus] [Leathafase] (U-God) {both} With his last breath, this die hard villain (Let off a hundred shots, took a chunk out the ceiling) Revealing the coke stash, with snow in the mansion (Reflections of the fire base, glowed on his hand gun) Shots flyin' random, let the lead spray (Sun, he shot me) But I aimed for his head (Flame off lead, point the sword into his ribs) Spoke his final words (He held a picture of his kids) In the mixture of the biz (the shotgun impact) {Blew his brains back, then cancel the contract} [Chorus] [U-God] (Leathafase) Fool, you can't beat that (it's wrap) [Chorus] [Outro: Leathafase] Motherfucker, it's a wrapEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Down[Hook: U-God (MC Eiht)] I'm a bonified g, g, g, g, g, g (Chea, chea, chea, chea) I'm a bonified g, g, g, g, g (Chea, chea, chea, chea, come on) I'm a bonified g, g, g, g (Where ya at? East coast, west coast) Vicious, vicious, viciously (come on!) [Chorus: U-God] Get down, get down, brah', I'm in your town, brah' That's how we do it, I'm a stone cold rider And now, I bust a round off, I'm a survivor This is how we do it, for you snake ass conivers around [Boo Kapone] For you conivers, bust a round Look around, lay ass down with the fo' pound Shady spots for eighty blocks I keep a bitch eyes closed like Jamie Foxx Off the chain, niggas saw I'm off the chain Nigga, stay in ya lane, so I'm off your face It don't stop, I'm on the block Lickin' shots, with the twelve gauge Hit a nigga up, have you rapping for the front page [Chorus] [Squeak Ru] When them 24's park, them big dogs bark You don't wanna get down when them big dogs start Moving through the crowd, making Glocks get loud Lettin' suckers know we'll take yo town Flip a little ass, stack a little cash Quick on the smash, I'm always on the smash What these niggas gon' do with the Wu and the Ru Them Timbs and them chucks, gon' put it on them dudes [Chorus] [U-God] I'm down for the get down, earnin' my stripes Hillside, real guys, burn burners for life Put slugs through yo vest, or blood on my knife Yo I'm up in here, where it at? Throw the dice The chrome device, still layin' on my hip Lettin' my nuts swing, we bang for the strip I'm up in this bitch, I bounce around the west coast Hollerin' at hoes, lookin' for the best smoke [Chorus] [MC Eiht] I'm a gangsta-gangsta brah', straight up menace And I don't stop shootin' til the clip is finished Ya'll ain't heard about me, still a boy in the hood AK in the trunk, brah', it's all good One time try to gaffle, the work, no hassle C.P.T., kingpin of the castle It's Compton, you see the bulge in the waist T-shirt go up, y'all about face, chea [Chorus] [Hook w/o MC Eiht]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bump[Chorus: U-God] She get down right crunk, ahh She love an east coast thug, right She got a down south bump, ahh She looking nice iced up, now [U-God] All that I know is I rock and roll Do you tell, I got hellafied breathe control Let it go, get bowl, strip clothes Slip slow, down to the poles Dip low, get dough, let put these dollars between yo legs Bounce off the walls, careful on my balls, cuz they fragile as eggs Got rhymes for days, heatwaves, that's what you want I'm that Kid with the Golden Arms, In the all black Saint Laronz He bowls, he flaws on these broads, miss, put on yo lip gloss So much junk in yo trunk, a monster dump, keep breaking my stick on [Chorus] [Hook: U-God] Bump-bump, yo body-body, bump yo body-body Bump yo body-be, bump-bump, yo body-body Bump yo body-body, bump yo body-body Bump yo body-be, bump-bump, yo body-body [U-God] She's a cold dirty dirty, a cold dirty dirty She gets right down to it, owww, she's a flirty She's a fly young lady, down talk to strangers She lives in Atlanta, rock platinum danglers She's so outrageous, she's such a freak She throw that game, better bow to her feet She shake that ass, you want that sex She so independent and she wants her respect [Chorus] [Hook] [U-God] I know what type of girls I like Big bump on the motor bike Better tell her, I'm going fast Better tell her, hold on tight [Hook] [Chorus] [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gang of Gangstas[Hook: Black Ice] The gang'll feel, we a gang of gangstas A gang of gangstas.. what up I might bang this steel, we a gang of gangstas A gang of gangstas.. up The gang'll feel, we a gang of gangstas A gang of gangstas.. what up I might bang this steel, I might bang this steel We a gang of gangstas.. what up [Black Ice] I ain't really talkin' to niggas, I don't know And I ain't gotta floss to licked by your ho I place slow in the precint, fightin' off the chokehold indecent Try'nna give me the talk, but I won't fold this g, shit Parental discretion advised, advice for my advisaries Get a weapon and ride, Ice comin' soon With a hundred goons who all love to shoot shots Put a tunnel through your coupe, slump your baby mother too All's fear and warfare, that got my team in the crosshairs The gleem left them blind, it seems they all scared Want to get money but your heart ain't there Your mind ain't writin', the drugs got you lost in fear Luv Allah, you in this for the broads, or you wanna ball M.O.E., I've seen money seperate dogs Cut your life short with the four four long, real talk Lose this game, you die, hid confined behind them steel bars [Desert Eagle] I'm an animal damn it, slash bandit, slash cannibal Grand it like Hannibal, slash Marilyn Manson Tattoo's, duck tape, snatch dudes for ransom Hundred bricks' of jewels, let me choose a mansion Kill crews, bullet shoes are stampin' Straight dogs are dampin', the spirit of you so called champions My pen is a pillage in Hamptons, wherever you camped in Ya'll all tied up, you and your damn friends You better get 'em pies up, homey's kill kids And everything around you, so you can feel it Don't take it lightly, this is some real shit That Hill shit, duck when I spill clips, your real bitch You not real right, you're ready rock, a real prick And ya'll don't know how it feel, when them things hit You will never know how it feel, when them things hit You won't even hear it comin, cuz it sounds like spit *spit* *spit* It sound like spit Now what sound like this, but a pound in my hit Silencer on the battle, plus I rubber the grip On the barrel, plus I rubber the grip [INF-Black] I lay it thick to bitches, like big dicks picture this You battlin' me for chips, throwin' your best lines Passin' to me spit, I'm throwin' my worst lines And still empty the clip, take over your whole ship Your soldiers are bullshit, talkin' you got a gun But son, you ain't usin' it, play dumb You slung by the force of the bullets For sure I'm gonna pull it, sixteens in your unit The flagolent never prove it I'm a beast to this music, and increase in the streets Cop heat to abuse it, I'm toyin' wit ya'll Young boys with no choice but to follow the rest I swallow your best, technique and tactic Couldn't last one round, be careful it's the draft picks Niggas get gun downed, get married to they caskets It's easy to see, when I sing, ya'll back it Make me have the plate, talk slick, get ya ass kicked (what up) [Hook] [Frank Banger] Although I told the son, shine in the darkness, fuckin' with a cat that's heartless Barely cuz my gun jam, or cuz I use a Glock with one or two revolvers Twenty two in the ankle, or the Glock, nine in the hostler In the street, 57 rips the meat right off your shoulder When I do it, just look at my eyes they're ain't no fear A minute ago you was holdin', now it's rather this Fuck runnin' up in it, with the pockets off the denim Take the cash out the shines, then I'm splittin' Niggas say I'm chippin', but I'mma trynna make a livin' Picture me livin' in the streets, I'd rather go to prison Three hot, send the cop, fuck that It's 16 hot in his Glock, ski mask, black gloves, hit a number spot I hit the lotto without usin' the ticket Ask me how stupid muthafucka, just spit Cuz I'm livin' the street life.. [U-God] I'm slick with my notes, move quick on my cults Talk slick money grip? I'm slittin' your throat Cop a house on the boat, twenty pounds of coke Catch him at the Puerto Rican parade on the top of the float Curry don't need alligator shoes or a furry coats Play me close, I gave him a dose Shot him up with volts, body go up in the smoke The mic pope is back, I throw him in the yoke Head crack, go for broke, nigga, murder he wrote I took her to the crib, we fucked like old folks Death stroke, hand on my balls, got you in a scope I punch you so hard, got you stuck between the ropes Thunderbolts under the blow, shake the ass, vocals show We comin' for war, it's your hope, when my Tech will blow, it effects your hearin' When the game need penicilen, inject the serum It's the livest borough in the headphone portable The last mentioned niggas in the hip hop quotable [Letha Face] My brain cells are excersized, dismember your body Leave you hard to recognize, check the size of the shotty Eyes foggy from purple haze blunts, surgicul blade graze chumps I open flesh, leave no razor bumps And made this jump up to the sound of frantic gun fire Sware, don't stare, or get aired like spare tires Now you wear wires you government informant I sign your death warrant, your expired without life insurance I'm equipment with a high performance engine The heater stays hot, so now my palms are sinked into the Glock My attention's worth to stop your heart from beating Sink your teeth into the bullet for beefin', now you're permament sleeping Pleadin' after I'm Charman squeezin', the desert e'zin You'll be restin' in pieces, that's the opposite of breathin' Receiving head trauma from an infrared llama Son I'm half Dave Berkowitz and half Jeff Dahmer [Ja-Mal] Come on... rap on hold, I'm try'nna get movie cream So my rims'll be bigger than movie screens Ask if I make you cock-eyed, and my flow is lethal Grow on sight, swallowin' peroxide Dudes try to kill the sire, due that Get put on the floor like wheels in tires Look, put the pedal to the metal, don't stop I'm like a tea kettle, little daddy, I'm hot Straight blazin', amazin', Ja-Mal, amazin' Blazin', you sort of get the idea Beef, finish it, can't afford to start it Get your face stepped on like floors and carpets P. Diddy who did he when the son don't shine Gun shots is plenty, clips is all empty Minds filled with envy, love assassin me That's why they call me Lord, your title is type iffy Put this over your fit, I'm ready for violence Grab a gun, a knife or a home appliance, Ja-Mal! [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Legacy[Intro] T-minus 10, 9, 8 We have a go for main engine start 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 [Verse 1] I got the block warm, tear it apart for 'em Time to lock horns, knowledge my art form Warriors spirit be the best by far Still smash guitars like some pill poppin' rock stars Killer machine, killer regime Glimmer on your game screen, underground to the mainstream Be it a classical antique, three-sixty circle Switch on these niggas like it's a dress rehearsal Live in the fire, keep the gig crispy Feed the friction, don't try to fix me One man down, calling the substitution Second Chess move, that be the revolution I want it right now, tearing the house down High self-esteem, I'm showin' out now Smokin' my ounce now, missin' my bread Job on my head, high bread, two points on the spread Embrace the come up, the funky drumma' Til' the casket drop, last shot beat the buzzer Remy guzzler, street peddler, head hunter, underground street thriller beneath the bunker Fish like cement gettin' my chips off Chippin' my bricks off, NFL kick-off Iconic symbol, that be that global force My grand gesture surrounded by my train of thought Translucent lamps, top of weed stalks Licking my own wounds, I don't need salt I speak outlandish, a thousand volts when I talk I knew Spanish, a hardball on the court Hands on the pot, a heavy portion Mix crack with the rap, product scorchin' Check out my melody, hardcore density A beasting pregnancy, the swarm start the legacy [Chorus] Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy Words massage your ears After I'm gone, these words be my legacy Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy Words massage your ears After I'm gone these words be the legacy [Verse 2] After twenty-two long, hard years I'm still writin' After I'm gone, they still be recitin' Birth of the boss starts with the indictment "Get in that cell, nigga," starts the rhymin' Booked my first studio session on consignment Test my pen against the beat for alignment Push through the Winter Warz, there with refinement One stroke on the paper killed all you green giants Long after I'm gone the song lives on Words get recited through the mouth of my first born The powers on without the plug, still strong Microphone king kong write for eight hours long Local niggas won't be bigga than B.I.G I speak lines stay jig in your ribs with a quick jib Sore losers always tendering it Nervous nigs always smoke packs of cigs Action packs that big [Chorus] Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy Words massage your ears After I'm gone, these words be my legacy Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy Words massage your ears After I'm gone these words be the legacyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Heavyweight[Verse 1] Man I'm a giant, call em entertainer Biggest in the game, money generator Rugged style innovator, smash all boundaries I'm in your head, base line keep pounding me Keep astounding me, capture the moment I'm your most dangerous opponent The good shit, yeah, yeah, I'm on it Stinging up your city like the shaolin hornets I just been promoted, got my stars and stripes My heavy duty badges are my scars of life My anger hit the pen, you know my bars get tight Fly cars, I want my name In stars and lights This heavyweight life with the dose of thrills We pulling in the houses in the Hollywood hills The God got skills, educated listener Rap call the W, the MC conditioner Rap fans listen up, we switchin up and resignate One man army, your hands in your mental state Enemies disintegrate, worldwide I captivate Ieft for a minute, came back like a heavyweight [Hook] Got plenty big things under my belt [2x] Cuz you fucking with a heavyweight Fuck fucking with a heavyweight, heavyweight Fuck fucking with a heavyweight Fucking with a heavyweight [Verse 2] I grew up hard, my cards is dealt Got plenty big things under my belt Went from the block where the grams would melt Stopped thru many land, my clan was felt The grams is hell, and life is good Went from a strip to a righteous dude Went from a strip to ringside seats Egyptians cotton, kings size sheets Kissed Janet on the cheeks, party with Puff Roll the tour bus to the finest cities Rock the whole Europe, touch the finest titties Collections of fifties, gritties and weed jars Movie stars and the finer days Left Eye, Aaliyah and Isaac Hayes Back in the days, nothing to play with Wu-Tang Clan, we stayed on your playlist Shouts to the DJs that made us famous Written in the books with the hall of famers Written in stone, next to all the singers Thanks to the fans, the love you gave us [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy WisdomMy first born son, I call you my number one son You came a long way and for a long time you were doing your music It wasn't easy for you, you dodged hard drugs, real bullets and paper (?) bullets You even dodged being a statistic on these ..... (?) But you stayed the course You planted your seed and I watched them grow I remember when you first started out You told me about your plans, about your music, and what you and your friends were doing I didn't believe you, I didn't encourage you, or discourage you [Verse 1: U-God] On a quest for the relish to feed the people I cherish The good and bad I inherit Eatin' healthy, keep the brain cells nourished to flourish Take it all, work hard 'til the day that I perish I wish I could go back in time and find my first book of rhymes And publish it 'cause death is a crime And that page that I ripped out back in '89 Written in red ink, damn, what a line It's not easy gettin' kicked out the booth after fifteen tries then I came with the truth This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Olympic torch flamin', ten-million sold Not bad for a chippa who just came home to make moms proud The initial goal I'm on now, time to conquer the globe [Hook: U-God] Look mom I'm on top of the world Look mom I'm on top of the world Look mom I'm on top of the world Look mom I'm on top of the world [Verse 2: U-God] And to all my park killers slash villains My cohorts, and caharts in front the ooh buildin' (Moms they shootin') Grab all your children to the .... (?) staircase, Wu stickers on the ceilin' Late night helping baby girl with her homework Sittin' on kitty chairs, magic marker just won't work Baby Mom's face fightin' on the couch in some pink shorts The sacrifice of bein' on top of this rap sport Kiss her on the cheek, tell her I love her The fortune and the fame I bring home in the fourth-quarter Tears shed in the back of the tour bus Started with nine niggas and the DJ and just us You see the .... (?) is high-tailin' through Tokyo What a wild rodeo, I built my portfolio Dante's got a new car thinkin' he's cool Meet the first of the Hawkins to graduate film school Fresh blue and whites on his way to the Air Force Maleek's grown up and he knows I be there for him Consolidate my time between my life and my rhymes Baby girl's gonna grow up right before my eyes God bless my child, time flies with a smile Gotta cherish the moment 'til i walk her down the aisle [Hook: U-God] Look mom I'm on top of the world Look mom I'm on top of the world Look mom I'm on top of the world Look mom I'm on top of the worldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tranzform[Hook] Have you seen your friends turn to snakes Then transform into rats While running through the jungle I can tell you all 'bout that [Verse 1] Let's get this straight, I'm way above all this hate I'm in my lane, I'm circling with no brakes And no blinkers, my team still runnin' gunnin' Still hungry, you think that you could sink us thinkers? Windex clean, no way I'm gonna see the clinker And if I'm dirty, you think that you could link us think of Another format, informant, I'm not your doormat I hear clicking on my phone jack, no callbacks The phones that, matter fact yo I know it's tape Matter fact, didn't you just catch a case? You in my face, acting like you high as fuck Gucci belt showin' out man you wired up This tide is up, the God gotta live this out I'm in the rut but my gut's never giving out I'm in the moment, staring at the hearing now Can't tear me down, I'm living like a righteous child I had these thoughts, knew I had to write them down No sun rays, I live this shit underground The devil's back, he's mad at my lifestyle [Hook] X2 [Verse 2] Handle my hardware, always had to earn my keep Money and friendship, always had to turn the beef Behind my back, you should of had your words with me But talk is cheap, acting like you own the streets You want beef, well all I'm doing is tryna eat But we was mans, plans, million dollar scams Now June 24th you're lying on a fucking stand The judge slam the hammer, in grand jury glamour Now it's club fed vacation in the Alabama I ask myself, should I put down the hammer These blood sucking vampires always coming at'cha Leeches on my back, bottom feeders body snatchers Savages, in pursuit of happiness My wife want half of this, oh she's tryna jam me up You won't get half of this, sorry then no tummy tuck I ask myself, for the fame for the bucks? Now ask myself man, aw she just starstruck I tricked on timbs, had flicks of her my best man Creeping on the Westin, spotted in the West Inn! [Hook] X2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Go Get Pretty Like Me[Intro: U-God] Yeah, this one right here Is for those fly motherfuckers All those motherfuckers get money All those money makers When you look in the mirror And you confident, your cologne is on right You smelling good, youknowhatimsayin' You ready to go out on the town, knowhatimsayin' It's all like this, go get pretty like me [U-God] I rock Dolce and Gabbana, Pierre Cardan frames Please, sunset windblows, pictures in the breeze Diamond cufflinks on, banging on my sleeve The studded engraved, solid gold L.A.'s Turn up my nose, to all those people that hate Cuz I create the dinner plates, the things they can't Mona Lisa's on my wall, I splash the Rem', brand Then dance the tango, with a rose in my teeth See this Spanish fly mami, with a rosary bead Hold her close to me, then I scuff my Gucci loafers Through money on the oochie, she fuck me in the Rover I bent her over, the butter soft ostrich After that, we had, some, sushi with some chopsticks We blew the Grand Canyon, the mansion with the tropics The house was made of marble, waterfall, walk-in closets She had the red hots, had me coming out my boxers [Chorus: U-God] There's no one in the city like me No one gets gritty like me, homey Big wheels spinnin' on D's Go get pretty like me, Goldie You're messin' with a real O.G Ya'll niggas, y'all gon' see, homey No one gets gritty like me, Goldie Go get pretty like me [U-God] In the Rolls, vintage clothes like the mobster Take my hat off, hit the mic stand like Sinatra Seats at the opera, whose the man behind the suit Fireplace, on the mantle, the head of a moose Analyze the truth, still slicin' all you snakes The lady killer, license plate, icing on the cake Drop, anchors of weight, more paper, acres of states Exquisite taste, cigars dipped, in that You're strong back, Dom raps, time to bomb back In fact, I'm giving hoes a back hand slap Ain't that, one of the ten commandments of rap My feet tap like Sammy, drop your donation Black and white bitches, Puerto Ricans and Haitians With Playboy titties, in heavy rotation Getting that paper, is my motivation In the palm of my hand, I control the nation, baby [Chorus] [Hook 2X: U-God] Don't fuck with my bitches Or you'll leave in stitches, homey Silky silky silk, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Goldie [Chorus to fade]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Jenny[Chorus: U-God] I'm sorry, Jenny, I made you cry, I tried I'm sorry, Jenny, all the pain inside, I lied I'm sorry, Jenny, I made you cry, I tried I'm sorry, Jenny, for all the pain inside... [U-God] We started as friends, you had a boyfriend I took you from your man, that's the way we began I didn't think it would come back to me in the end That wasn't part of the plan, you had my heart in your hands I guess broken wings, are hard on a man You ran back to scrams, had me stuck in a jam I didn't understand, where we went wrong I tried to block you out, but you call on the phone I want to, bad to the bone, all to myself, all alone You sighed on the line, then I heard a dial tone [Chorus] [U-God] Yo, I stayed up so late, just, thinking of you I wish that I can take back, all the pain we been through On the path by myself, my back's on the wall Sometimes I want that I shouldn't have met you at all I told you if you just, leave the man you was with I'll take you back in my life, and we'll seek happiness Then you finally did, I took your heart for a ride I didn't tell how, I had a chick on the side It's been a couple of months, in this triangle of love I didn't realize, she was the one that I want [Chorus] [U-God] Now was I young, was I dumb? Was I wrong? I had thought we had a special bond Come back, run, come back, run I thought we was tight as a blood What is love? What is love? [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy A Long Time Ago[U-God] My mother said my father was a real livewire Hustled on the avenue of Lennox That he was a don, shot dope in his arm Paid visits to the methodon clinic A straight womanizer, no religion He just leaned on bitches His name rung in the slums, niggas run for they gun Blood thirsty, he was so vicious [Hook: U-God (Ebony Burke)] Poppa was a rolling stone (he left a long time ago) Poppa was a rolling stone (he never ever was at home, no, no) Momma said daddy's dead (stop messing with the baby's head) One day he'll grow up strong (one day he'll be a man) [U-God] Momma said father was a mean muthafucka A clean muthafucka, a lean muthafucka Got money in the pot, got his pops in the block For sellings rocks, a dope fiend, muthafuckas He struggled all his life, got blood on his knife Light skinned, he had your eyes But my mother couldn't handle him The liquor, the gambling, plus he had four wives [Hook] [U-God] My mother said my father had a real bad temper Loud, wild, he was too foul With no hesitation, he would kill you With no education, he was still proud With his brother Big Harvey, he did a bank robbery A car flipped, all the money spilled out Before it was done, police caught him with some Riddle of bullets, he died in a shootout [Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Whole World Watchin’[Verse 1] I'm so spectacular A Valentine's massacre recorded on the 14th No blood do the vascular Cold-blooded coke on with my heart on my sleeve Fuck rhymin' for friends, I do this shit for the cheese Play my record, how much does it take? Spin my shit on them plates What's the wait, ain't I great? I love them 808s and techno breaks But I prefer those them dusty crates U.G. comes pure, it's time to elevate [Chorus] Yo, I see you watchin' me, nigga It's like the whole world is watchin' me, nigga I see you watchin' me, nigga The whole world watchin' me, nigga [Verse 2] Through the lens of a microscope, the world stays watchin' Magnified ten times to see if I'm live Niggas lookin' through the peephole get shot in the eye Wiseguys, see what happens when you tell them lies? Cameras on the corners, feel the heat up on my shoulders A potential [?] tell them police those days is over The income's reported, the fans have supported The guns are now legal and my papers are in order I bust for my daughter, fuck with her, it's a slaughter Y'all keep pushin' my limits and my temper is shorter Situations get dealt with and the whole world's watchin' I can move like a criminal but you won't get that option From pennies make porcelain only triples my fortune Watch your hands in the pot 'cause the product is scorchin' She smellin' good at the auction and the whole world's watchin' Evil eye stay blind with their soul's awry But tonight you get a pardon 'cause I'm sittin' at the Garden front row with the elite I had to pass it to my squadron I don't do this often 'cause in public I'm cautious You can't fuck with my money, the world is my office [Chorus] Yo, yo, stop watchin' me, nigga You, you, and you, the whole world watchin' me, nigga Yo, and the whole worlds watchin' me, nigga I see you, you, and you watchin' me, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Take em Home[U-God] Yo, Yo Yo Yo Yall know me, I got the sick talk Other MCs is phony, They just a rip off Boulders on my shoulders daily, Gotta chip on Hand on my steel for real, Get my grip on Exercise daily baby, Get my dip on Big bone niggas see me, On the flip phone Hydro home grown stone, In my slip ons Write hood songs with them heavyweight bosses Honey with the hips put her lips on my sausage Paint a portrait, Then I pray at the alter Then I shake the ground, I'mma pound your recorder Every time I slaughter, Bring back the coast The raw un-cut, Fuck the lactose I don't slack off, No, He not a rookie It's fucked up what Schwarzenegger did to Tookie Off to a slow start, Look how long it took me [Necro] Smack you in your face, Knuckle you, jook you, buck at you Theres so many different ways I could snuff you, Who the fuck are you? We all bleed, Flesh is soft, When a sharp blade hits To say this, Rep it, I'm decrepit, Lets see ??? this(Bitch) Necro cuts clits, off with scissors I fuck tits with my dick, Scorin like Fabio Frizzy Music in gore flicks, I'm rippin your chain Stick an ice pick in your brain, My shit is insane The brutal is verbal murder, Sever cerebrums like a sledge hammer Smash in your face, You heard it, I meant it, I mean it Demented, Obscene, Should invent to get your feet cemented in blocks And dropped over a bridge, Until your spleen’s fermented Danglin a custom Necro chain, In front of a bitch's face Hypnotizin, I'm makin her give me brain Treat bitches like the piece of shits that they are, (Yo) You'll wind up deceased bitch, If you don't pull them tits out your bra [U-God] I know your repetiteur, Psycho Logic on the disk My heart piece is poundin, I'm mobbin with the lynch We like Batman and Robin, We hopin off the bench My hand piece is throbbin, To bang 'em with the wrench I burn 'em to a crisp, When I turn into the Grinch Cool down your jet baby, Wet 'em till he's drenched If it don't make dollars, It don't make sense If it don't politic, We don't break bread The underground flava, Will wig heads Yeah U-God and Necro, The eagles is screamin Silver back gorillas, In bulletproof BMs Get the fuck outta dodge, Let's blow this mausoleum [Necro] I got a big posse of kids that will dead you for me I earnt that through respect, Loyalty, And integrity Street royalty, Brooklyn and Staten will fuck you up Psycho Logical Wu-Tang, Necro and U-God in the cut My catalog is crills, The death funk is robust I keep my shit dirty like bums, And Dunkin' Donuts Verse after verse, We don't bother with a chorus We're gonna make a million, And have your father workin for usEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Venom (DJ Green Lantern Remix)[Verse 1] My reputation's paramount Otherwise, air 'em out Shoot it in hurr, airin' out Let 'er know I'm headin' out Conduct my booth business then go back to the lab and wear it out Cut the pie in two ways Other half, bail me out Hear me out, doin' better things Big cars, heavy chains Funny what the cheddar brings Breezin' through the hurricane Bust through by any means Squeeze on my enemies Then skate to the Philippines and watch out for this Guillotine Jump ship, they spillin' beans UFOs can affect the cream Unknowns in drug zones Everything ain't what it seems Cutthroats smell gun smoke Kill you off with one stroke Zip-lock, quart of coke Watch out, her water broke Lord knows how far I'll go Press hard, charcoal Black diamond, Frankie Lymon In a trap, with top ramen On the charts you see me climbin' Bars and a beat with perfect timin' Poke more holes in Puerto Ricans On the upper tier, I see you leakin' [Chorus] Thugs in the place with the These women in my face with the The thing on my waist is the Up in the place, pour ace (It's the joint) [Verse 2] The flashdance in her fancy pants Breeze through and I catch a glance Coverin' holes, you lookin' bland Rough flows, for the fans In the street you hear, "Blam blam" Hard shit you can't Shazam Sun tan in my Raybans Barbecue that wasteland Train hard with that waistband I might make you my wingman Introduce you to that gangland Wolf niggas, caveman El Hawk with the wingspan I'm a yanks fan High up in the grandstand With Horace live from Kingston Fuck them niggas I can't stand that flimflam Shakedown for that contraband Walk tall, you conscious man Enemy of the state You call it home, I call it foreign land I'm goin' bonkers, man Jumped out that Tonka truck Wage war, that cop get plucked That's the one that got me stuck Boys on the force are so corrupt Don't fuck with my fam, I'll spill them guts Pull that thing from under the rug Crash through your door [?] bust What nigga, I ain't got no drugs What nigga, I ain't got no drugs! [Chorus] Thugs in the place with the These women in my face with the The thing on my waist is the Up in the place, pour ace (It's the joint) [Chorus] Thugs in the place with the These women in my face with the The thing on my waist is the Up in the place, pour ace (It's the joint)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Take it to the Top[Intro: U-God] Time to strongarm this shit This how we gon' do, dead arm this man, knowhatimsayin? From the root to the fruit, twenty-one gun salute this shit Uptown, Downtown, New York, down South L.A., that's how we gon' do it, Hillside, nigga, all day [Desert Eagle] Meet me at the pop off, INF on the block Hillside, get your rocks off, take it to the top Got the whole world hatin', can't take me in the drop Can't take it how I'm cakin' it, catch me in the spot And you might see a veteran stance, but you'll never see a veteran dance But you might catch me bangin' in the twat She ain't got G, she ain't untangling my knot In my baratone throw, here, bangin' out the box Clubs to cell blocks, here tangle with an ox Got gorillas in the mist, all my niggas arm with lead So we gotta watch the killas on the strip You already had a chance, try to kill us with a clip One slug hit my lung, you could feel it when I spit I'm a Hillside Scrambler, the widest in the click Watch Ugodz-Illa set fire to this shit [U-God] As the music gets louder at the top of the hour It's time to devour, cuz I'm hungry for power I rise the towers, I'll retire your mans And it never backfires when I devise a plan I sprinkle money showers, I'm suppose to think big All you coward ass niggas don't want me to live Up the ladder of success, I won't forgive Ya'll tight ass niggas, ya'll greedy ass pigs, nigga Last bids, better tie it, the CREAM I got here, hard work, plus dreams of steam I'm a mean machine, eat Lean Cuisine Similar to Steve McQueen on silver screen I'm suppose to redeem, see my Sprewells twirl I want a penthouse view, plus windows to the world And, diamonds and pearls, and hardwood floors An Italian Job, catch a big money score At the tip of the iceberg, top of the mountain Nigga, sky's the limit, when money I'm countin' I want water and waves sprayin' out my fountain Nigga, I can it with him, or I can do without him, bitch [Chorus: all (INF-Black)] Take it to the top (we ball 'til we fall, let the champagne pop, nigga) Take it to the top (every hood, every block, know we got this shit locked Nigga) Take it to the top (Uptown niggas, Downtown niggas, get it poppin', baby) Take it to the top (Niggas get your front on, bitches get your stunt on, come On!) [INF-Black] It's the silent mover, analyst, sharpshooter I parachute in your hood, ride off on a scooter Smookin' buddha with two nines, I'm still rockin' Puma's Heard it first on grapevine, my rhymes ill manauvers On jake, we call 'em one time, escape the street crime Drapped in black hoodies, Timbs and gold shines Poppin' that champagne, get high like jet lines Glide and break spines, make ya'll respect mine I grind from nine to five, rely on the iron nine INF-Black, I'm doin' fine, so far from hittin' prime Rippin' right through your flesh, these bitches they wantin' sex I take you to the top, and cut you off at the neck Oh you the boss? You ain't a threat Who cares of what you did, who cares of what you rep I sidestep ya'll faggots, leave your food in a mess Got ladies that play it cool and keep the tool in they dress Ride with me... Hillside, uh [Chorus] [King Just] I've done started at the bottom, I deserve the tippy Ya'll niggas got some nerve to try to forget me Man, is he, or isn't he, the greatest who done it? With sixteen bars that run concurrent Who wanna serve the warrant? Ya'll ain't got nothin' for him How you gonna score points, on the after Mike Jordan Won't happen, stay scrappin', I can see what you lackin' Hillside, rep Staten, see my wolves, still packin' I ain't actin', unless they sold out the box office Or Spike Lee steps to me with better offers Tune in, play it again, Q, fuck me? Fuck you That's how I'm supposed to do We'll go eye for eye, we'll go tooth for tooth Who the fuck wastes they money to put you in the booth? You ain't the truth, you more like an L-I-E Let it be known, I meet you at the T-O-P, nigga [Letha Face] Enter the stage, I hell raise With the force of double barrel 12 gauge Pump shotgun, dump hot ones Fireballs flamin' out the mouth, lockin' your lungs Let me explain what the pain is about Oscar the Grouch, out the trashcan, Dead Presidents style Twin pounds in my hands, write my measurements down, clown I bang in the name of my son, exchange flames til I'm done The clip's empty and I'm the remainding one Anger from the Slums, soak up liquor with a sponge liver Your flow of blood is leakin' worse than a running river Silver spines worse than Cabin Fever Play the receiver, of a stabbing meat clever in your abdomen All that from steppin' on my sneaker The beat box jam, causes me to murder you with my intellect Kill for respect, plus work hard for the power Then I carve Loose Links inside the heart of a coward [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Journey[Verse 1: U-God] When it comes to this rap shit, not a stranger Not Cedric, but I’m a Entertainer Game changer, none can match it I’m a Master, I throw on the green jacket Takes practice, just to blaze mics I’m in the best shape of my life In fights with God vs. Devil I’mma beat them charges, I’m the hardest rebel I’m beyond your level, I’m stone and grit Sit back, let me Quincy Jones this shit Blown to bits, this is my territory My biography’s an amazing story Of blood and streets, love and deceit Slugs and heat, let the dog off the leash I’m a free MC, not DMC No contracts, contact TMZ [Hook: U-God] Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) [Verse 2: Kool Keith] Tour bus, Orca, big shark walker Man with the ammo, ya’ll bring the grand piano Fitted hat on, superfly, walk around Shoot around your town like Hawaii Five-Oh Oprah come out your projects, I’m down with The Sopranos While I’m stealin’ em, head so big like balloon helium Guns with body suits, energize off poets See the king of kings, I manage Floyd Mayweather now Come up to the condeminium And shake hands with the new millennium Larry and Armstrong insurance, me and U-God Any rapper come up, better speak to the doorman Throwing rice on the city, out the Carolina box Captain hat, finger popping your lady with the Air Nike shots Heavyweight, dumped around my waist, I took it years ago from John Tate [Hook] [Verse 3: U-God] Rap hall of fame, ya’ll mention me Got more bars then a penetentiary In the next century, you gonna see my spark My rap IQ is right off the charts Go and front, go ahead plot You got the biggest gun don’t mean you can’t get shot Check my slot, check my melody You can’t beat me, I’m the champ of this melody Speaking felonies, that’s where I’m drivin Golden Arms venom, baggy jeans denim Enemies, yo, I dodge for a living And all these women, gotta stay ahead of ya Ya’ll want ballers, the hell with the regular Yeah, yeah, whatever, kid, gotta keep your head sharp Mind on the run, ya’ll got a head start Ya’ll know the repertoire, fingers on the triggers We the toughest niggas in the yard [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stars[Hook 3x: uncredited vocalist] Reaching for the stars [Verse 1] Rockstar lifestyle, living it right now There he go, getting it hype, now All the noise, your boys is piped down In the moment, living it right now Chest out, here come the fight now In the light, never the back down Watch the evil, it lives in the background Fame, been known to attract crowds [Hook: sample (U-God)] Take me to the stars (Got to feel like I'm out of this world) Take me to the stars (Push it to the limit, feeling out of this world) [Verse 2] Only way to connect, is with convo Show respect for what you borrow Like the science of the cosmos Paint Picassos for use and Cerado Never settle is my motto Small minds seem to put themselves in the bottle Create a path you should follow Positive thoughts, better tomorrows [Hook 4x] [Verse 3] Let's talk about, revenge, serve cold Jealousy, it gets old How could you want, what the next man have You can't control, what you can't have Don't lose your soul, just to get cash You need some help, but you didn't ask You're only as good, as what you did last Heard he could flow, heard he could spit fast Hold your head, don't get gassed Good time lovings and some good laughs Kicking your feet up, first class Good kid, on a good path [Hook 4x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Supa Nigga[Chorus: U-God] You won't, you won't, you won't slick Fly shit, let a supa nigga rip You want, you want, the music Them hits, let a supa nigga rip Can I, can I, can I live Can I live, let a supa nigga rip Them hits, you make, you ain't shit Stop trick, let a supa nigga rip [U-God] My sideburns resemble supa fly O'Neal Dust off the rocks, pop the bluesteele Shoot for thrills, drive the big wheels My waterbeds, wavy ladies, tell me how it feels There he go, in came the wind The sudden fragrance, was like Angel for men Out the gold carriage, the doo rags chief When you see him go, rose peddles on his feet The man you can trust, the man with thrust Every jam I bust, is somethin' fan-tabulous These scandalous streets, the way that I spill this Make cold hearted people bump, triggermen feel this [Chorus] [U-God] I sit back like the Mack, sip my yak Watch the dough stack, go explosive on the track Heavy dosage, react blinded, stay on some hungry The money don't make the man, the man make the money Poison, bad men, hoes and all the honeys Noise in the attic, boy, you can't run from me The gun runner, funky drummer, number one stunner Breeze through in the hummer, crush a G.Q. cover It's prime-time, hit the mic like James Brown and hover The same time I smother, bring down the thunder The fighter, the lover, understand my pen We rep on record and we stand like men Yes I stand like ten, friends with boulder ends Fresh out the pen, drop cars from Motor Trend Yes it's him, swinger, rings on every finger Ladies in the hallway sayin' "Sing for me singer", it's [Chorus] [U-God] It's 2002 and my, gun is a laser My, mind is my castle and my, tongue is a razor Renegade favor hollow, fast on the phase Trailblazin' kids still, fast with his blades Leather, recliner seats, designer shades Zero to ninety, dippin' down the highways Yellin' out the window, I should of did it my way A Friday high day, cape in the wind The ex-gun slinger's done, came through again The missin' link consist of sting, see me with dime pieces Three at a time pleaser, Remy red lime squeezer Fine creature, nice to meet you Golden That super bad brother, that muthafucka holdin' You heard, now [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m Talkin to You[U-God] I'm that warlord that's out for the gold Let your scandal leak out, now your cover gets blowned Shit ain't sweet, son, my mind stays grown The thirst alone, makes me, burst my chrome It hurts when I see you, you're my first clone But, daddy's home on some violator shit We annihilator, out the alligator pits Show 'em your strength, breathe easy on them hits Niggas get rich, with homes on they head Throw me in the streets, that's where our grown men bred On the corner with the dred, dusty Leon Fatman in jail, five hundred pound penitentiary still From the Hills, slapped on the scale High honor, Shaolin bomber With the rockstar persona, connect with the largest You play me, you payin' fifty cent chargers Put this log in your noggin, he's on a rampage Cuz he keeps charging, fuck all the arguing Like bitches, ain't no I in team That's why we can't get the riches, play your position, nigga [Chorus 2X: U-God] Yeah, I'm talkin' to you... Yeah, I'm talkin' to you... [U-God] On my solo destiny, try to shit on me When I break you chains, all you lames gonna plead Greed and lie just to get what you need Feed off my rhymes and my recipe Can you see that my eyes, I need an extra squeeze Or a Beck's to relieve all the stress you need Stop testing me, then set me free The street fatigue, two keys and a jeep Buckshot, nine niggas tried to replace me I'm a prime time figure to the next degree Now it's bye-bye, nigga, too weak to play deep Afraid in your sleep, up the charts I creep Monologues I speak, stay blowin' out the nostril Inside you're weak, portrayin' that you're hostile Swallow your pride, keep my name out your tonsils I bury you, til they, find your fossil The rap O.J., in the dusty Bronco Bang on my chest like the King of Kongo You and your brother is a dirty combo You bird ass niggas, catch thirty, pronto [Chorus 2X] [U-God] Big ballers never quit, what can you tell me But a belly full of lies, stranded on a battlefield Too many times, with nickel and dime rhyme One of your best killers, you know that I feel this Pushin' near my weakness, just Air Max sneakers Keep feedin' lyrics on big ol' speakers Peep that performer on the humble, I'm comin' for you Watch these young boys rumble, what you gonna do? [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blow Yo Mind[Intro: crowd] Start the fuckin' show! (G-O-D, baby!) Yeah, G-O-D, U-G-O-D Uey!! Yeah U-G-O-D! [U-God] Who the bad mother brother with the super sperm That's waiting in the corner, for his return? Ya'll step back cuz the trigger is lethal --- He's a cool cool cat, you know where he's at Fast on the fate, don't pull your blade Cool dude, now here is the sequel --- He ride the rhyme with new releases And rock you deep, and hold you tight Crack your back in a million pieces --- Whoooo, he sly as a fox, cause major pain And fly when he box, when he play the game Slide from the cops, and grab your dames -- Whoooo, he sly in the sequel, and your eye ain't quicker than Cut your posters, zero, nine He freak you out, til you down right simple He's bad, he'll blow yo mind...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Be Right There[Hook] Just call me up I'll be right there Money folding up I'll be right there Wu throw it up I'll be right there If the world blowing up I'll be right there Nigga throw it up I'll be right there Just call me up I'll be right there Wu throw it up I'll be right there I'll be right there, I'll be right there [Verse 1] Yeah, this is it yo the final chapter Got'cha back nigga chiropractor Fuck with my brother gonna have to clap with'cha Mess with my brother going back to Attica He the nucleus, I'm the reactor Wolf scarred, battle star galactica Solid gold, I'ma fold and package ya Repzar nigga I'm a rhythm trafficker Up against the wall, I'ma sandwich ya All-star pro, you's a amateur Damager, bandager, examiner, stamina I love the fame, I love the props I'm from the drug game, I hug the block There's the stage, I'm ready to rock Yo RZA hit me up when the mic gets hot [Hook] [Bridge] X2 Set it up, I tear it down Wet it up, I shake the town Place your bet, I'ma lay it down Ready Set, I'ma take the crown [Verse 2] I got the respect when I hit the South I'm the connect yo forget the drought You cross me once, bitch you out Now ask yourself what the grits about I'ma chew you up, spit you out You see this hard rock nigga, forget the doubt Computer programmer, just click the mouse I want fifty K hits nigga watch the bounce Now to the ounce, I'm keying notes Ya'll beating niggas, ya'll pumping soap I'm eating niggas, I'm so cutthroat Watch a one-armed nigga just cut the dope [Hook] [Bridge] X2 I'll be right there X8EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy PA KassanovaKävellään käsikädessä pankkiin ja mä hymyilen Kun sä oot mulle niin kulta Sä oot mulle niin tulta [Chorus] Kun mä näin sut eilen Pystyin helposti nähä Sen miten pidit musta kii Koska halusit mua niin Suomalainen mies ei puhu eikä pussaa Jos se on pää suus, vaan se on kuulemma plussaa Ja neidoille pitää olla lipevä Viidet treffit eikä tiedä ikää eikä nimeä Sen lisäks mä tyttöi vantaalle hoidan Ja kun naiset soittaa ja kysyy hugen nimee Nii mitä tulee puhelimeen, anna sen soida Sanon ex-hoidolle moido Mul on tapan pitää entiset loitol Ja uusii tuttavuuksii on vaikeet tavata Pitäs olla aihet Kuunnella, suudella ja halata Tunnelma palava Pikkutunneilla mut tunnetaan, et puhun ummet ja lammet Ja iskurepliikit iskee kuin salama Metronomi jää koukkuun kuin rapala Mä näin sut eilen, uu beibe Olit jotenkin niin kuumeinen Mä näin sut eilen, uu beibe Olit jotenkin niin kuumeinen Se on meille vai teille, eriteille, uu beibe Aa, ja mikä neidin nimi oli minitopis Binii otin, kun sä näytit ihan ikipopilt Mut sun isil oli hilloo Ja auto ja sun iphones miljoona saldoo Sulla on eiras city-koti Ja purjevene mikä ei sulle ikin sovi Mut sun tili oli kaunis Yhtä kaunis kun mun hauis Sun uudes audis Eletään niinkuin brad pitt ja joey Sä oot nätti ja mä oon räppi flowi Ei näist muist oo mihinkään Ne vie sut puistoon treffeille ja alkaa letteineen kimittää Mut ei siit sen enempää Mä en oo kenelläkään nähnyt hartioit noin leveitä Sä käyt varmaan treenaas Aerobicki sun fittii jeesaa Joka klubi on neidille vippi Salihousut ja davidin lippis Hei päivi mä rakastan sua Tilipäivin haluun susta miniän ja äidin Sun sinisilmät vetoaa äijiin Hei tyttö se on menoa nyt häihin Mut ei unohdeta avioehtoo Avioeron jälkeen manit pois nettoan [Chorus x1]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Chessboxing ’09[U-God] That's me, that's right, yo, the Wu in the place Keep shittin' on me, til you blue in the face Veterans chase, circulate the rat race How the hell this dirt bag get on base? Bang the 808, when he go ape You just an eighth, I'm kilo weight Let me demonstrate, when I squeeze the raw I'm going for the throat, cup of season fall Honey wit the hips, make me leave the floor And it's blood, sweat & tears, got her bleeding more I'm a physicist, but I know what matters I'm not a doctor, but I'm losing my 'patients' I talk to the nation, with the deadly manuscript Accurate long fire, mechanic grip Make the Titanic flip, from hip hop tonsil Head fly, head guy of the Jedi Council Throw me the alleyoop, scoop you off your feet You just a fluke, the proof is in the heat Bang on the industry, walk the tightropes Psycho thinker, a stinker, lyrical blitz Mix the coke batter like it's Miracle Whip Highly explosive, fire the wit Deadly venom stick, to the walls and bricks All I got is my dick and my balls, my last words I might swerve, it's just the tip of the iceberg Precise verbs, slice words, strike superb Hawkeye in flight, nigga, like the bird And I want it so bad, I can't fight the urge When money get tight, yo the spider splurge I'm on the urge, wit the killa crystals Deep in the basement, building the missiles The last one missed you, here sniff two Big bags of Dopium, black top, jack mack tops Open 'em, now I'm scoping 'em Get your feet wet, I end this rhyme Wit a one, two, three step, yupEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Prayer[Intro: U-God] Forgive me.. For all that shit I did in my past.. You know what I'm sayin'... [U-God] Is anyone out there? Does anyone care? This is my testament, my bedtime prayer I resent my sins, oh Lord, listen clear I can feel it in the heat of the night, and in the air Lord, give me your ear, I want you, to understand Please forgive me, I'm a righteous man Tryin' to do the best I can, just to feed my fam I might die, in these streets, by some jealous hands Now I can it's some scam, from the root to the fruit Cuz when they see me in the streets, grimey's guns salute Me, it's the moment of truth, I got mud on my boots Plus the sounds of the sirens, cops in hot pursuit Pray for me.. [Chorus 2X: Autumn Rue] As I lay thee down to sleep I pray the Lord, the soul to keep If I die, before I wake I pray the Lord, the soul to take [U-God] All this pressure, building up in the pot When the schemes released, I'm bout to blow my top I'm the cream of the crop, when machine guns pop I seen the death angel come when I see son drop I cried, tattoo tear drops, cuz inside it hurt I saw his life flash before him, as he lied in the dirt And searched for heaven on earth, in his debts, sold in land I poisoned my own community, with kilos and grams And people don't take a stand, politics tempers flare They build, prisons 'stead of parks, children end up in there It's the welfare, the precinct, the daycare's, indecent The churches, the priest, inside the belly of the beast It's, diseases, crack babies, people actin' crazy Oh Lord, can you save me? If not, snatch up my baby Ohhh.. [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Kick Azz[U-God] Driving down the strip, and you see my spokes And I rip off my shirt, like he's the Hulk And I squeeze off volts, just to please your folks And hip hop, yeah, needs a jolt Then you fall to your knees, when I squeeze your throat Cuz these hip hop fiends, they need they dope And I puff on weed, then I blow out smoke He's so feroc', now here's a dose Now throw it to the left coast, whatchu expect, bro? I let my tech blow, no, it ain't techno You get your neck broke, python strong You want problems, now bring it on [Chorus: U-God] Hear the sounds of the titans clash Sucker M.C.'s try to bite this fast Jody gon' put it on smash It'll happen so fast, kick ass The rap world thought that Wu won't last Sucker D.J.'s keep playin' that trash Jody gon' put it on blast It'll happen so fast, kick ass [U-God] I been through 'nuff shit, and I paid the cost Now I wear big hats, like I'm the boss Knock you off your high horse, with no remorse In hip hop, there's no need to floss Those who don't believe, I leave you scorched Peel out in the porsche, with dual exhaust U-God is the name, the game is torched Upside your head, you get banged with force Throw it to the left coast, whatchu expect, bro? I let my tech blow, no, it ain't techno You get your neck broke, python strong You want problems, now bring it on [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy K.J. Rhyme[Intro: King Just] Yo! This is K.J., all day, every day Around your way, in your hallway Puffin' ganje, Hillside Scrambled eggs.. Let's go... let's go... let's go.. K.J. rhyme, all day, every day, let's go.. [King Just] Prepare for a Battlestar Gallectica, this is Attica America, home of the Chainsaw Massacre Dracula, sink my teeth into this beat And sleep on corners where you drug dealers meet Stay out of reach, but I keep arm distance We can't hold him down, cuz I'm just too persistant Listen, nitroglycerin, finish him Kryptonite for all you fuckin' Supermen It's him again, and I'm feelin' fine Watch where you walk, you might step on landmines Tech nine crime, quote him line for line Intertwine with a mind like Albert Einstein Optimus prime, throw heat like the sun I got fees in this rap, why you think I'm on the run? And when it's all said and done, I'm handlin' my biz All the kids around the world is gonna is, is [Chorus 4X: King Just w/ children] Nobody rhymes like K.J. rhymes Nobody, K.J. rhyme [King Just] Now which one of ya'll could do it like I? I guess you the reason they put "pumpk" in the pie Quicker sea fry, hang glide slide K.J. go way-way like pantry pie Zebra Lounge crowd, yo, that's Lounge If I ain't put it down by the ramp with 18 pound Cherry jubilee, hang off roofs like D.P Ever since Champ God robbed the fuckin' Mickey D's Ya'll was scarred and needed reincarnation of jackpot Stop frontin', cuz you got the hip hop Scott 'Rock Face lock the shot, we got the studio booked Look up your history, I'm still off the hook It's Mark Twain, I'm rollin' like Oliver Twist Back now, to smackdown shit that you missed Kiss where the sun don't shine, bottom line Ya'll niggas better hope I don't get a deal and sign [Chorus 4X] [King Just] You the Mick Dynamite or Mr. Excite You've been rappin' for a long time but don't sound right Not quite as the hype that you recite Mr. All-Day, I'll do it to your ass night On sight, I smash anything you write With K-9 teeth for niggas who bagpipe Walk to the light and bring your mic You won't last one minute in a ten round fight The Al-Qada type that'll snipe your windpipe Siege your general, and strip him of his stripes Either you men or mice, you gon' still pay the price You either take my advice, or roll the dice Real life, still trife, walk with a gun Talk with a knife, double c.d., so you can buy me twice On tight, and you just might take flight M.C.'s got left, why you think they not right Hang glide like a kite, on the turnpike With two bitches, that's some Dick Van Dyke Pay-per-view satellite, there's a need to feed my appetite Pick up your weight, cuz you ain't got the hype Battle me, your need an invite, black or white And I'll still drink a forty with ice I still smoke a leaf joint from Spike, ight? I'm the reason why Coca-Cola had to fuckin' remix the Sprite He's nice, and taste like Chinese rice And from shit on the stick, he the pastry whites You the Latter Day Saints, I'm the Poltergeist I'm the whole damn pie, nigga, you just a slice This is a heist, I suggest you remove your ice Before you be up in close and person over Christ Get on your Big Wheel bike and take a hike Cuz around these parts, you not liked Parasite, don't have me flex my mic I don't rock Air Force One's, I call it Air Strikes (*echoes*) [Chorus 4X] [Outro: children] Way! No way! No way! No way! No way!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Here We Come[Intro: INF-Black] Gangster this and gangster that Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow! [U-God] I got a deathwish, my playlist is wreckless Almost famous but the natives gettin' restless Leave 'em breathless, guess who popped up With pile out, hear you talkin' like Wu's washed up Squash what, I got balls and guts, more deluxe The magnetic flux, in the all black tux' And my back's all hushed, lead showers for you mutts I devour the cuts with a power packed punch And cowards I hunt, when I ride with my gun I'm like a spoke on the wheel that glides on the drum Through the, smoke I reveal, I'm the rising sun That go through your shield, is he really that Hill? Let the streets decide, with nerves of steel Let the beats collide, with the death-defyin' skill And beneath the sky, lurkin' network of strangers That insert the danger with a touch of a finger [Chorus: Letha Face (INF-Black)] Oh no... watch... out... here... they... come (Gangster this and gangster that Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow! Stand up... with... my... real... nig... gas (Gangster this and gangster that Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!) [INF-Black] Yo, aiyo, I'm speakin' for myself, my feets on stealth Fuck thirty deep, I'm in your hood for delf Blowin' trees with your main squeeze countin' my shells As I feed the clips to the T, handle it well Never been the one to front, son, my history's swell Tell you how it's gon' be, what it was and what it is Catch you in your sleep, thug, now your memory lives The streets get the buzz, no love, them same thugs snitch, bitch Learned you was livewire, mafia lie You get wired, by real gangstas and big buyers Messin' with fire, you ought to leave town Son, there's rules to this game, and these lames wanna be down Bringin' all clothes, most fold when it go down 4-5 pounds out the gate, nigga, slow down I recognize real, and it ain't how you sound It's the shit that you feel when I'm bustin' the pound [Chorus] [Hook: INF-Black] Niggas keep talkin', better keep walkin' Walk the block frontin', you ain't sayin' nothin' You ain't poppin' nothin', you ain't cuttin' nottin' Son, stop stuntin', before I start dumpin' [Letha Face] I apply your bones to the grindstone, to roam on the block with the chrome Son I smack you out your rhinestones, holmes I zone where the average man is not permitted to stand Unless you got that thang, in your hands Screamin' fans wanna touch me, groupies wanna fuck me And crabs that don't wanna see me make it, try to bust me Trust me, I got my shit on cock So now I'm ready to rock you on the spot and put you in a human Ziploc With the clip in his lock, and my hand over my heart I swear to be my brother's keeper, til death do us part The truest darts spoken in broken language, got you soakin' wet Like a bottle of Dutch juice, with the mint leaves Nigga please, the trigger squeeze in every direction Blood is similar to viral effects, enter your section And my posession is a deadly weapon This pen that I use, to bang a hole in your neck, nigga, you suspect [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Room Keep Spinning[U-God] At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Cheeba in my pipe, watch the burn Thinking bout my girl, she's my sweetheart Today she's acting like a functioning retard She took my car, brung it back in three parts Late night call, to come to the ER Friday night, she out with her friends Her and them bitches done crashed the Benz Man, I told the bitch about an SAI Stupid And Intoxicated, while she high I been told her, not to drink and drive Now the judge slammed the hammer and she might do time [Chorus: U-God] Yo, she's all about the party (Friday night) Yo, she's all about the party (Friday night) All she wanna do is party (Gettin' high) All she wanna do is party (Gettin' high) But the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) [U-God] I took a purple rock candy, at the dub step festival Yo, I'm signing autographs, started feeling like a vegetable Here come the sexual, sensual, sorta intellectual Touching on my testicle, the music up a decibel At night, she's a freak, by day, she's a principal I'm sipping on Ciroc, I'm feeling type invincible We sitting in the trailer, her head game exceptional Up and down on the pipe, her porn star professional Hold up, is this real? Everything is questionable Let's take it down a notch, smoke this medicinal [Chorus: U-God] Now it's all about the party (Living life) Now it's all about the party (Living life) All I wanna do is party (Gettin' high) All I wanna do is party (Gettin' high) But the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) [U-God] Got a letter from L.A., it was from my ex Said she had my baby, ain't seen her yet Five years done passed, I'm a daddy I remember that ass, whoo, she had a fatty A video vixen, act kinda grown She said she can raise it, all on her own She said see me money and leave me alone Stress is a killer, then she hung up the phone Fucking bitch... [Chorus: U-God] Now the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) (Down, down, down, down, down it goes) (Round, round, round, round, round it goes) (Down, down, down, down, down it goes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Struggle Ain’t Got No Color[Intro: U-God w/ Hook] Color ain't got no struggle... color.. [Hook 2X: U-God] Move, grind, move, grind Move, grind, move, grind [U-God] Yo, yo, it's hard to smile, cuz life's so for real It's funny what people do just to get a mill Some kill, rob, steal, sell crushed pills Multimillion dollar deals, generatin' hills But I got skills, there no need for violence How that nigga stay hungry with degrees in science Yeah, he needs a challenge, you'se an A-Class Pilot The boy so vibrant, he walk like a tyrant His mind's in the garbage, his spine is heartless He's a one mind pirate, who gets his regardless With felony charges, greedy coke-nosed clients His nose is numb and he didn't read the fineprint Accounts on minus, with a block of stress And he can't close his eyelids cuz it don't care less Yeah, they died on they blinders, he got mouths to feed So he grieves over liquor, that his spouse might leave And it leads him sicker, his house ain't been cleaned in a week He can't sleep cuz his problem's gettin' deep, cuz [Chorus: U-God ( w/ Hook )] Struggle ain't got no color, kid Color ain't got no color Now, color ain't got no struggle, kid Struggle ain't got no color Now growin' up, it's a wild jungle, kid Color ain't got no struggle Same block, same clubs, same money, same drugs Struggle ain't got no color [U-God] I can't sleep around heat, roaches and dust mites In the winter time it's cold enough, nigga, to bust pipes I'm like, Jesus Christ, yo, my socks is black I'm hoodied up in the halls with the stocking cap Rockin' forth and back, draggin' a huge cannon Duckin' the law, I'm the last man standing Strong armin' the store, when the line is drawn With a fifty pound vest on, that strike your dawn It's like, I'm a pawn, takin' orders from the side From the root to the fruit, I'm a Freedom Fighter Police in hot pursuit, move beneath the fire Peel out in tires, when I burn these streets These knockaround guys, never turn they cheeks We're all I see, my contract's is wack Baby mamma huntin' for cash, get off my back Take out the trash, put some food on the shelf I don't trust women, son, I can't trust myself Fuck them hoes, cuz, I'm just movin' for delf [Bridge 2X: U-God] Things never change, we all the same We bleed the same blood (blood) Yeah, I've seen joy, love, hate and pain I never gave up (up) [Chorus] [U-God] Yo, I come from the gutter, bad blood and slum Where niggas scarred for life, and they die for crumb Where young worship the gun, smoke blunts for fun It's the same old song, one minute it's calm Then shots ring out like it's Vietnam And you see it's wrong, when you're forced to retire My single's almost gone, caught in the crossfire That's why I'm high wired, Lord, forgive me I broke down and cried, when he lost his kidney With his baby sitter Shi-Shi, two years old He laid on the floor, bullet holes in his clothes I was miles away, yeah, away on tour When I received the call, in the phone, I hang up I was mad at the world, and grabbed the banger Wrecked the hotel, released the anger You supposed to keep my child away from danger First we were friends, now we strangers He lost a lot of blood, but didn't show no fear In I.C.U., in intensive care And I praise the Lord, that my son is still here, but [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Spit Game[Intro: Autumn Rue] Spit game.. Spit game.. Game.. Game.. [U-God] I do the damn thing, toast the champagne It's the Lord of the Rings, move in full swing Nigga, fan the flames, expand my wings Plus my vocal range, I shoot to mane Call me Kurt Cobain, baptized in the flame Capsized in the game, nigga, say the name And I bang you out, with the Gang Land violence And it's New York's finest, you've been ordained With the deadly aim, don't think I won't shoot ya Got more positions than the Karma Sutra, bitch Call me Super, with the German luger With the funky dope mauneuver, pass me the rude boy Stainless steel toy, comin' to killjoy The real mccoy's is coming to beat it The best kept secret, shake the ground descend Kick the door open when I release the bitch [Chorus: Autumn Rue (male singer)] Spit game (and they like it) Spit game (when you have no vest) Game (walking down the avenue) Game (always coppin' somethin' new) [INF-Black] What you know about gangstas, thugs and real niggas Niggas that get pussy, and niggas that just pussy Hold it down, all the time, I ain't gotta spend a dime Bust a cherry, and we dine, cuz fine, I pop wine And I ain't got game, mami, I drop jewels and pack nines I'm still the same homey from '89, so speak your mind Now I'm on my grind, from sun down to sunshine See you went blind for a minute, now I ain't got time Catch me spit a line, I don't know, I gotta think about it Gotta cut these vines 'fore these snakes'll try to penetrate me Sing about (right), I'm takin' the whole cake Now I'm push and be up out it, feed the whole Tri state [Chorus] [Letha Face] Now ain't that a damn shame, the way I spit game I could talk my way out of some beef And that'll buy me some time to run and get the piece Then come back with the heat and bury you in the streets Sweet with the gift of gab, when I lift the mag' I put you in the right place, you Will & Grace fag The ex' type spizz off, when it chase the Jag' Somebody lace the bag, now there's dust in my dutch Yo Dutch, roll up, wait a minute, hold up These cats are frontin' the cut, let's open his stomach up So what? I don't care if you don't like me, you don't excite me I'll have vets murder you in broad daylight, g Sheisty's your middle name, I bang you little lames Rapid shots riddle your frame, your head piece hangs Same shit but different day, now the pistol's aimed At your heart, squeeze off then break you apart [Chorus] [Hook: Autumn Rue (w, male singer & U-God)] They're the kind of niggas everybody knows (everybody knows) They freak them bitches from head to toe (from head to toe, from head to toe) They're the rolling stones, the Al Capones (watch it when we coming down) They're the Romeos, they hit you then they gone, ooh, yeah [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Zilla (DJ Homicide Blend)[Hook] Zilla, Zilla [Verse 1] I'm taking all of your divas, I'm eating all of your pizza Call me Daddy Gunsmoke, throwing long to receivers Remember fights at the Fever, straight shifting your features 'Cause I'm sharp as a cleaver, spill blood in areas 'Cause I'm rougher then Lazarus, harder then Caesar Bobber and weaver, straight flow, follow the leader Mix the coke with the ether, keep snow on the freezer Stomp gold on my Visa, it's an hour to geezer Pop holes in your tweeters, your ho want me to bang her I'm the one man army with tsunamis of swagger, bragger [Hook] Zilla, Zilla [Verse 2: U-God] Ready and able, 'cause my blows are more fatal I'm the human tornado, pulling guns out the cradle It's a scene out Casino, scrape cream off the table Shape pants enabled, break dancing, gold cables Prada tags and labels, flood drugs with the draino Put holes in your braino, then I'm off to Barbados It's the black Clark Gable, jump out the sable and bang you Wide turns on the angle, sideburns with the banger Curtains you up for danger, hurting you with the chamber Circle you with the flamer, hurting you with the stinger, ringer [Hook] Zilla, Zilla [Verse 3: U-God] It's a whole 'nother level, yo, I'm hot as a kettle Yo, I handle my business, boy, I body the devil Yo, I'm diamond embezzled, plus I Hollywood shuffle And I'm so rebellious, 'cause I polly with Russell And I got hood muscle, when it's on, I say it's on I'm real, militant, a don, I'm Genghis Khan I got the bangles on, I muzzle the nozzle Cappa taught me the Pillage, I'm a RZA apostle At the tip of your tonsil, yeah, I'm gripping the magnum Pure physical fitness, when you Enter the Dragon Yeah, I'm awesome and handsome, the way I scribble my riddle Sounds'll rattle your limo, can't handle my dribble, bimbo [Hook] Zilla, ZillaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy DJ Homicide Intro[DJ Homicide?] Ladies and gentlemen, I'm your DJ, Your listening to the strongest hands in Hip-Hop right, DJ Homicide [U-God?] (???) about my fucking brothers, why? They ain't my fucking brothers. Don't let me catch you talking 'bout you gon' try hurt my fuckin' brothers or you ain't gon' like my brother because of this. That's my family. I'll punch you in your fucking face. Yeah, we might not get along. Yeah, we got issues with each other. Regardless of that, we going through hell right now. We going through hell. And I'm sitting here and (???) I ain't faking it [Speaker #3] Fuck that, cause I'm from New York City goddamn it. You fuck around with me. There's gonna be consequences and repercussions [RZA] Up from the 36 Chambers! [Speaker #4] Golden arm is as good as his reputation says with his bare hands he stood all of us up and if he had weapons [Speaker #5] Just using his bare arms he was the best with weapons we'd stand no chance. He had us cold *Gunshot*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tell Me[Intro: Desert Eagle] (Tell me... tell me...) What would you do? Hillside Scramblers Loose links, what would you? Uh, check it, yo, yo, yo [Desert Eagle] I'm down for the get down, down wanna spit rounds He started the beef, now, wanna split town With the mark of the beast, thinkin' you the shit now Four pound whippin' the flesh, better sit it down Get it clown? You done started something I put it down, and you just started hustlin' Gettin' thirty off of a bundle, you project nothing You'll get linked in a rumble, you project frontin' Catch beef in the J's, it's project dumping Test your heat when it blaze, better target something Even my dick iced out, I be hard at fucking Niggas need to stop biting and try to market something Niggas need to start writing, your bark ain't nothing Your tracks ain't hot, and your back don't function Got the rap game locked, the crack game dumping Got the crime scene hot, the club scene thumping, what? [Chorus: Letha Face] Tell me: what would you do? If you was in my shoes and the nigga had the drop Would you shoot first? Or get shot? Or lift the earth from under his feet and make his boots rock Tell me.. [Letha Face] I can't stand it, people try to judge me Especially the ones that said they love me, try to take me for granted I been stranded with a mental block, sippin' expensive shots is hot I could kiss the man who invented the Glock The thermometer pops burger, I stay on cock So whenever my dogs call me, I'll be there, the end of story Surrenders gory, close the book after the final chapter Gradual bullets that travel faster than yacht masters Hot ratchets that'll spin you, like a spinning top backwards Cut your cabbage and turn it into coleslaw I'm so raw, that my mom should of middle named me Diesel These lethal bars perfected, can't be injected by needles Breeding eagles out of Park Hill's hell hole Where souls get sucked up, and shots turn your bones to Jell-o Mellow tones with a stealth blow, under the bell's a four-four The impact will crack an elephant's skull [Chorus 2X] [INF-Black] I'm like the hallways you walk through, smokin' a blunt with a brew The staircase you piss on, gettin' head on the roof Ride down my elevator, you get punched in the tooth My alligators hang loose from the front to the phone booth I'm the concrete, the gates, the bars, gunnin' my goof I'm the drugs, the money, the booze, and every rules Fuckin' Betty who? Niggas is petty, can get it to Watch your mouth nigga, watch me, watch you Like a movie, thought it was cool, how you wanted to do me See me live with the snakes and get rid of them rats I'm the fire in the lake, I burn faster than a match But longer in a forest, at the speed of a mach Spittin' out, bangin' off ground, I'm tearin' it down There's never no fear in me, and they tellin' what's in me now I've done tasted the dust, washed my face with the mud Off with these clowns, my shoes is only made from my blood [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Keynote Speaker (DJ Homicide Blend)[Hook] Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young Not here to fight, we call it fun Allah gave me light, real strong Meet me at the top, near dawn Damn right, nope, we always kill songs [Verse 1] Mamma gave birth, righteous seed Tension in the hood, it's alright with me Flows laid down with lightning speed The track game good, it's alright with me I'ma keep dropping albums, each year Fold y'all niggas, beach chair I told y'all niggas, it's heat here Watch how y'all step, watch your feet there You blocking the shine of the chief here It's Keynote Speaker, leap year [Hook] Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young Not here to fight, we call it fun Allah gave me light, real strong Meet me at the top, near dawn Damn right, nope, we always kill songs [Verse 2] Relentless, hustle, respect the fullest I'm ready, set, see my extra bullets I'm on deck, see, I'm next to do it My nest is blooming, my heart is fuming What you expect, man? The God is human I'm next to do it, my brain is fluid This is my anger, it's chamber music, now Here we are, to spank and bruise it, now Middle finger, if you think we lose it But you like it 'cause you choose it You can't coach me out my style I'm the millennium poster child Put in years, move at a slow pace As I watch y'all spit with no taste [Hook] Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young Not here to fight, we call it fun Allah gave me light, real strong Meet me at the top, near dawn Damn right, nope, we always kill songsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Uptwon 2019 Hjemmesnekk(Vers 1) Du ser meg i en cab, mafakka, where you at mafakka Albue ut av vinduet kall meg traplord Pappa, rett fra gamle skolen Vi har 2000 i blodet, la meg bare ta en kald en mens jeg Wu-tanger en joner Alle tapere må sone Chiller her med bitchen din har beina oppå bordet mens hun biter og hun klorer. Det er kaos on sight, hvis du ikke klarte Ios burde alle pusegutta dine bli hjemme i Mai (Ref) Det er Uptwon mafakka vi er on Gi meg noe å tygge på, jeg er gone Blander ut det meste, alle sammen vet det Når gutta drar av sted så veit du bussen blower O´s Det er Uptwon mafakka vi er on Gi meg noe å tygge på, jeg er gone Blander ut det meste, alle sammen vet det Når gutta drar av sted så veit du bussen blower O´s (Vers 2) Det er Uptwon mafakka, det er klart at det er snekk Ja vi veit du har venta lenge, så du veit at den blir frekk En og tredve puller opp for å dunke deg og dine I morgen ser du ikke vanlig ut, vi gir deg hodepine 1415, 1410 ja den gjengen er på gli, tapper dama di i bussen og du ekke særlig blid Har noe molly oppi koppen og en feit J i kjeften Prøv å fakk med min qlique og du kan gjette deg til resten (Vers 3) Har vært ekte sia bleia, kompis hva er greia? Aldri sett et rullende imperie stjele seieren? Langefingeren vises stolt til alle som har noe å si Så kan Stax prøve å voldta seg fra sonetid (Ref) Det er Uptwon mafakka vi er on Gi meg noe å tygge på, jeg er gone Blander ut det meste, alle sammen vet det Når gutta drar av sted så veit du bussen blower O´s Det er Uptwon mafakka vi er on Gi meg noe å tygge på, jeg er gone Blander ut det meste, alle sammen vet det Når gutta drar av sted så veit du bussen blower O´s (Vers 4) Hun er en bad bitch, droppen assen den går lavt Puller opp i team med Simpsonwave, du vet det blir brutalt Eyo, DeathBITCH, er det nå vi skulle grilla, pæs oss tid og sted i Follo og få trynet deres drilla Så møter vi en ridder dritt, med skoa mi i trynet sitt Og om de gutta leker tett blir skallen knust og kjeven brekt Viber ut til slutt, holdt det ekte siden starten, pakker dracoen i backpacken og cruiser gjennom gaten (Vers 5) Vi er back på toppen og du veit vi gjør det bedre Vi har søsteren din i vranglås så hun trygler etter mere Bussen den er sidestilt så alle kanke leve sånn Oppegård har alltid skjønt hva russetiden handler om (Ref) Det er Uptwon mafakka vi er on Gi meg noe å tygge på, jeg er gone Blander ut det meste, alle sammen vet det Når gutta drar av sted så veit du bussen blower O´s Det er Uptwon mafakka vi er on Gi meg noe å tygge på, jeg er gone Blander ut det meste, alle sammen vet det Når gutta drar av sted så veit du bussen blower O´s (Outro) Du kan høre vi er back, gjør det big time uten effort 2019 repper 86 det her er Uptwon RecordsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Outro[Talking] This is U-God, that's right, that's right I'm coming for the young, coming for the old Coming for the story that's never been told Yes! Yo, yo yo - you wanna hear that story 'bout that nine dirt-bomb brothers from Shaolin, you better cop that Raw Yo, yo, yo March 6th, Raw, I'ma give it to you, pick up that book [Outro] What you lookin' at? You all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be? You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say, "That's the bad guy " So... what that make you? Good? You're not good You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don't have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie So say good night to the bad guy! The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Make way for the bad guy. There's a bad guy comin' through!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Drama[Chorus: Letha Face] If you don't want the drama, bust your gun You don't want the drama, here I come You don't want the drama [Letha Face] Top chrome spin, whirlwinds, microphone's bend Some grown men, moan when they sold they soul to sin Unfolded with thin lies, the aura to make the papermate fry You escaped fate, watch the snake eyes Pre-heat the oven guides, now watch the cake rise Eight size gorillas in the background, clap rounds Back down, on July 4th in Chinatown, it's how the mack sounds Clown I'm a pound, you're a half-pound Scratched out, names from the guest list, treacherous Wreckless, the death kiss, die with a deathwish Expect this, underwater flow to leave you breathless My sentences structured to rupture your laser discs Razors in my fist, swing til I can't swing Do my damn thing, guns don't jam when I bang [Kawz] I went through concrete and bars, still hit the god damn tar The love of money got me wanting the car It's obvious that the game won't change, I still slang crack cocaine Got a full plate in front of me Son I gotta eat, no kids to feed So I gotta cop something new for my feet [Chorus] [INF-Black] Double tactics, smoke niggas out like crack addicts Face, pass it, I storm out wild, straight jurassic My habits: drink liquor, smoke weed, get bent backwards I play the lab, cuz I might spaz with ill fashion Crashin' all ya M.C.'s rep and drop classics Ya'll pretty boppin' get holes right your satan It's peace and clackin', keep it dirty in the stashin' You push me, homey, have your body layin' in Manhattan Yeah, I'm from Staten, where the streets talk, the block listen That's why I keep the gauge loaded 4/5 in the kitchen Three eighty in my waist, I ain't playin' what I'm sayin' Have your whole shit replaced, in broad day So I keep it low, had to stop coppin' from Broadway Ya'll phony niggas know you to slow to face me Get a taste of the young g, with the case of the Old E' When I shave the goatee, from frontin' with me [Chorus 2X] [U-God] It's time, to set it off, master of metaphors You heard of this predator, Stoneface Skeletor Knocked down for ten long yards, I'm still standin' tall Ready for war, let it flow like the reservoir Dough in my treasure drawer, spit out my cannon ball Run for the embersole, yeah, I could handle ya'll Verses got many more, damage any challenge or Catch me splurgin' at the Virgin MegaStore Strong arm the dance floor, what more can you ask for? Dashin' bachelors, and let you fry the circuits I die for a purpose, behind the iron curtain I'm, puttin' my work in, at the same time the Earth spin [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Letha Face] You don't want to fuck with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Journey (Remix)[Verse 1: U-God] When it comes to this rap shit, not a stranger Not Cedric, but I’m a Entertainer Game changer, none can match it I’m a Master, I throw on the green jacket Takes practice, just to blaze mics I’m in the best shape of my life In fights with God vs. Devil I’mma beat them charges, I’m the hardest rebel I’m beyond your level, I’m stone and grit Sit back, let me Quincy Jones this shit Blown to bits, this is my territory My biography’s an amazing story Of blood and streets, love and deceit Slugs and heat, let the dog off the leash I’m a free MC, not DMC No contracts, contact TMZ [Hook: U-God] Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) [Verse 2: Vast Aire (of Cannibal Ox)] Listen, I'm the talk of the town (Who's that?) Vast Aire, I am beyond sound It doesn't get iller, thrilla in manilla This is Can Ox, Kool Keith and U-Godzilla (We about that scrilla) New York's finest Life's a bitch, so I had to drill her I'm sick like salmonella Stupid, I drop albums without no filler In actuality, the bitch chose me How you getting mad when that's pimp rule 3 How you getting mad when she called me? You saw it happen to Tyson, we keep the messages I don't got beef, I wave my hand The Original Man from Arabian sands Bleed twice and my mic is on This Ox, Tang and Dr. Octagon [Hook: U-God] Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) [Verse 3: Kool Keith] Tour bus, Orca, big shark walker Man with the ammo, y'all bring the grand piano Fitted hat on, superfly, walk around Shoot around your town like Hawaii Five-O Oprah come out your projects, I’m down with The Sopranos While I’m stealin’ em, head so big like balloon helium Guns with body suits, energize off poets See the king of kings, I manage Floyd Mayweather now Come up to the condominium And shake hands with the new millennium Larry and Armstrong insurance, me and U-God Any rapper come up, better speak to the doorman Throwing rice on the city, out the Carolina box Captain hat, finger popping your lady with the Air Nike shots Heavyweight, dumped around my waist I took it years ago from John Tate [Hook: U-God] Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) [Verse 4: Vordul Mega] Universal verses given through unique ways And speech forward and rapid After hooks with an unusual reach Some fumble unstable on how to receive But never disputing the mystique Sudden movements to fecal team Blew reefer in long-gated hoodies with sneakers Seeked by these Secretly informed by agents that speaker these Within a scenery of G's that move in to speak with me In vicinity of imagery seen vividly And absorbed deep within the subconscious Establishing mentality Having reality breath Occurrence as patterns repeat Endurance is what matters and deems Kings the wrath from me [Hook: U-God] Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Biochemical Equation[Verse 1: RZA] Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust With wild imaginings that you can't discuss Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace It's a daily conflict between man and beast We strive for God and a better tomorrow Still suffering from the unforgettable sorrow Repent from thy sins, son and walk ye straight Stop talking all that trash boy and talk ye straight Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point Still, I wouldn't give an oint' Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch Off the pie or every try to try your wench Confronted by the devil himself and stay strong You think you can take the King now meet Kong Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no counting How many MCs have sprung from our fountain Fifty thousand year process to make this combination I'm not giving mine away to Satan Although I know that he's awaiting To get a hold of my biochemical equation I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination 99 elements, biochemical manifestation I'm not giving mines away to Satan Although, I know that he's awaiting I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son [Verse 2: MF Doom] Bet ahk, straight to the head with the pet rock At least til I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweat box Trade a few bars of head nodding, throw us a stack Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin bonus pack Invest in the first B-boy kid show Live off skid row with jive talking negros He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he? Is he in the backyard or on your front porch Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched You're soft, they say he rhyme like he starving And sold odds and bodkins to old gods and goblins Golly, I'm just a pest and your worst best friend Who mend and rip space-time fabric like polyester blend Not a hobby for no knobby-kneed lesser men Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen [Verse 3: RZA] Yo, yo, drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moet demi' Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi' Israeli issued automatic black pistol The cop with the flashlight chew gum as he whistle Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast License, registration, address to your lab They made insurance, the reason why I pulled you over Cuz the way you were swerving, sir, you can't be sober Have you been drinking? Breathe into the breathalyzer Get out the car, please, follow this exercise, sir Put one finger on your nose, now from heel to toe Walk in a straight line, ten paces, down the road My homeboy Kano, used to do the mashed potato Or cartwheels and then spin out like a tornado They used to chase him, right; but son, he would always shake em Then come and puff bowls and make beats inside my basement Drunk or sober, never lose your composure Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers If you can't understand, then come closer We civilized the uncivilized like we supposed to Drunk or sober, never lose your composure Mic in your hand, black man stand as a soldier Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers If you can't understand, then come closer The Baddest Man Alive[Verse 1: Dan Auerbach] I could take the pitchfork from the Devil Keep a super-suit like I'm Incredible From the deep blue sea to the dark blue sky I'm the baddest man alive I'll grab a crocodile by its tail Handcuff the judge and throw the cops in jail Make the meanest woman breakdown and cry I'm the baddest man alive [Chorus: Dan Auerbach] I'm the baddest man alive I'll take no mess and I'll take no jive Sometimes I feel like I can fly I'm the baddest man alive I'm the baddest man alive [Verse 2: RZA] Not bad meaning bad, but I'm bad meaning good Say my name three times and you knock on wood Candy man hooks, I terrorize your hood Flashing Mac's on a cop the way a gangsta should I snatch food from the mouth of a tiger Take a gasoline bath then I walk through fire Bear-hug a grizzly, suck milk from her titty Take the Sergeant's hat from his head and use it for a frisbee Spit in the crocodile face Have a ménage à trois with two female apes Then sleep in a barrel of butcher knives I drank honey straight from the beehive Bungee jumping off the Empire State, butt naked! Rollerblade across the Golden Gate, butt naked! With the baddest man alive, and I don't plan to die When the Grim Reaper come, I'll look him right in his eye I'll bust in the face of the witch of the east Tell a great white shark to go and brush his teeth, (ha ha ha) I'm the man who stole the golden fleece And I date-raped beauty right in front of the beast The baddest man alive, and I don't plan to die [Chorus: Dan Auerbach] I'm the baddest man alive I'll take no mess and I'll take no jive Sometimes I feel like I can fly I'm the baddest man alive I'm the baddest man alive Tragedy[Intro: RZA & Tha Truth] Word up, Wu-Tang up in this joint Wu-Tang Forever, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Forever (Here comes the rain) Word, Wu-Tang Forever, Wu-Tang Forever (Here comes the rain) The RZArector in your sector (Here comes the rain) From Shaolin to the holy city of Mecca (Here comes the rain) [Verse 1: RZA] Yo, yo, assassination, vaccination, poor education Infatuation with Satan with global nation taxation Fiber-optic, microscopic biological germ Mad Cow burger on the market, Captain of your starship I never departed once I started to explore these regions That was uncharted, leave your heart broken Yo, I stand tall like buildings on Van Dyke’s, all mics Beats strike like a noisy four train late night Chase got New York for the Life, we out of state Can’t smoke a bone in the staircase without getting chased Penny candy poisonous rappers, best to chill or get your head gashed Lemonhead, sour patch kids, best to grab A Life Savor, I’ll Jawbreak ya, Boston Bake ya Then plant my sunflower seed on every square acre The beauty of my nature shown through Shaquasia I Mecca When I made myself Equality, known to my reflector Stay in your playpen boy, and babble for your formula and cried You pacified, this lullaby from the black butterfly [Chorus: Tha Truth] Here comes the rain again Falling on your head like a tragedy Falling on your head causing new emotions Not even [Verse 2: RZA] Yo, yo, absorb this metamorph-is as the King takes his office Keep my planets in orbit, never forfeit, or quit Move forward, I talk with the awkward slang I walk with, the Wu-Tang, yo Heavy thoughts can’t be held down by the laws of gravity Watch for the lama in the temple trying to plot your tragedy And gain rank with, the high officials at the banquet For attempting to hijack the Wu-Tang Manual under his blanket Can’t interpret cause your brain is short circuit His dumbness led body numbness try to come amongst us What’s your angle? Rectangle or triangle? As my truth of square drains you of your power from the death angel Strangles you like a weed, choking the helpless flower, you cower You feel the power of the final shower! [Chorus: Tha Truth & RZA] Here comes the rain again Falling on your head like a tragedy Falling on your head causing new emotions Not even the naked eye, can see Not e-even the naked eye, can see (Tragedy) Here comes the rain again (The reign of terror) Falling on your head like a tragedy (Falling on your head like a tragedy) Falling on your head causing new emotions Not even eye can see [Outro: RZA] Word up, word up Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang That’s right, ’97 February Wu-Tang coming at you, word up Destiny Bends (Paul Walker Tribute)[Intro: RZA] Yea, I wanna dedicate this song to my friend Paul Walker Up in the studio last night Writing for myself I decided to write a song for you Peace brother [Verse 1: Will Wells] Every time I think about you all I see is your smile And your bright blue eyes Thanks for the time and the smiles You shared with me How you equally respected my art and talked to me A young father just learning what it takes to be… a man Sharing time with your daughter, you had a plan To drive in the wind, surf on the seas Realizing the love for a woman who becomes A mother exists… and I see How can this be? You were set free from your worries Now you are gone in the breeze Gone in the trees I thought we had another day to smile and laugh In the wind, how can it end? I’m grateful to meet you, may we meet again Paul, my friend [Hook: Will Wells] On that highway Where heaven Begins I lost a friend… [Bridge: Will Wells] But destiny Bends, bends But destiny bends Yea, it bends I lost a friend Friend… On that highway to heaven [Verse 2: Will Wells] You will drive in the wind And you’ll surf in the seas Oh how can this be? You were set free from your worries Now you are gone in the breeze Gone in the trees Your soul is set free I thought we had another day to smile and to laugh In the wind, how can it end? I’m thankful to meet you, may we meet again Paul, my friend Paul, my friend [Hook] Domestic Violence[Intro: Tiffany] You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit Your kicks ain't shit, nigga, your whips ain't shit Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit Your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit Your lab ain't shit, Bobby you ain't shit Your rings ain't shit, your gear ain't shit Your jewels ain't shit, your kicks ain't shit Your whips ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit Your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit Nigga, I'm the shit... [Verse 1: RZA (Jamie Sommers)] What the fuck y'all birds talking about? Get the fuck out my house 'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth Bob Digi, yeah, you know who is he Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte (But wait, fuck you motherfucker) You wish you could fuck Bitch, all you can do is dick suck (Your ass can't fuck, that's why your wife left your monkey ass) Fuck that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans You don't scrub or wash clothes Or buy food or make cream in this bitch You don't read to the seeds All you do is watch TV and smoke weed Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hair-weave Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe Talking about you're going to leave? Then bitch leave! What the fuck you're waiting for? Hit the door, I ain't taking this shit no more! Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach Before you moved to my lab, bitch, I ain't never seen a roach Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market Take all the space in my closet, where the fuck's your logic? Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse You can't speak a sentence without a curse Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to school first! When I first met you, you was a ho I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you But couldn't reach you, and you're still a ho Your father said you was a ho And when you leave me, bitch, you're gonna be a ho Cellulite and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat Started with the body of a model Pussy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle And you could swallow a whole avocado And two forty ounce bottles To the end of the world, which to I would follow Now, when I fuck you, the shit echos cause you pussy is so hollow Turn your fat ass sideways Your stretch marks look like the US highways Fuck a new nigga every Friday Talking 'bout bust a nut, bitch I'll bust yo guts! (You come so quick, nigga) Wonder why I come so quick? With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits? I'm trying to get the shit over with, and go to sleep! But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend Bet that baby we fuck for two and a half hours to three You'd better study the 1-14 knowledge culture degree About M-G-T, and G-C-C [Interlude] Cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit That weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit Girl you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit [Outro: RZA (Jamie Sommers)] But fuck it, yo, let me get this fucking phone (Yeah, get the motherfucking phone Quit motherfuckers in our fucking Business. End the fuck, or I'll pull The motherfucking chord out of the Man, fuck that motherfucking socket Yo God, this bitch is bugging I'm sick of this shit motherfucker Get the fuck out, I'm throwing All the shit on the motherfucking Terrace, right now. I'm sick of) I'm on the phone! this shit, you and you shit out the I'm on the phone! motherfucking closet right now. My Well fuck you! name's on the motherfucking [?] too (Bitch, get the fuck out my nigga, I don't give a fuck, fuck that House man shit, you get the fuck out my lab, all These motherfuckers sleeping in the Fucking living room. My seeds run into These motherfuckers, these niggas are) Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherfucking socks and Fuck you, yo God, my bitch... shit. (Fucking dirty toilet seats and This bitch is stupid man shit. My seeds gotta sit on this shit Get these motherfuckers out this Give this fucking crab ass motherfucking lab now.) Get the fuck Girl the gas yo out. (Every lat one of y'all mother- You's a ho bitch! fuckers. Get the fuck out my lab) Come on you's a ho! You'se a ho Motherfucker don't make me pick up You'se a ho this bottle. Don't make me pick up You'se a ho this motherfucking bottle You'se a ho Ho! ho! Ho! ho! (Bastard! bastard!) Ho! ho! (Bastard!) Fuck you! Ho! (You fucking bastard!) Ho! (Bastard! Bastard!) Fuck you Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God (Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! She's stupid dunn you're fucking dirty dick nigga Yeah you're fucking stupid nigga You're fucking stupid You're fucking stupid) Call me back son (Now that's right, tell that motherfucker to call you back) Call me back (Cause you ain't going to steal this motherfucking phone) Holocaust (Silkworm)[Intro: Holocaust, (Ms. Roxy)] (Bobby Digital) Wu-Tang Killa Beez (It's all about Bobby, I'm floating in your galaxy) [Verse 1: Holocaust] You falling down an endless tunnel of doom reality Graphically my Killa Bee family stings the galaxy Insanity, titanium stomach devouring Guinness My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance Still disease kills viruses, planets and racial creatures Made MCs sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features Waste your peoples left out in the rain, fountains of pain Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name Holocaust, black man whose veins littered with thorns Back smack you so hard, all your seeds will be born deformed Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curves Strike three, mics flee, I infect 'em with green germs Ringworm cause I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly mastery My felony melody has to be a bastard's masterpiece Stop grafting me, chump-ass niggas eyeing me, tempt me I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty Spitting darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hideout Rock crushin' German suplex, watch spines slide out The side route, forearm bash with twenty jabs On the ave or your lab, get stabbed and bloodied bad While I'm sipping herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus Got Oscar nominee MCs stuck to my hatchet Drastic indescribable pain, I injure bars While Bobby's throwing razor CDs like ninja stars [Break: RZA] Chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chhhhh Yo, yo, drop down a manhole, yo I rap ammo Blows out your candle, check, yo [Verse 2: RZA] Drop down a manhole, I rap ammo, blows out your candle Have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Gano Release the info, .44 increase your heart tempo Scared your ass, you jumped through a closed window To a hundred beats per second, my mic's secret weapon Infuriate your style to that of Led Zeppelin Encyclopedia Britannica, Hanna-Barbera World of Super Adventure couldn't give a proper word Of the scripture of my manner You're just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for eternal MCs delight popcorn, we popping every kernel Jot this in your journal, reach hot like a thermal Nuclear explosion, undermine control of your country Like the Federal Enforcement Management Agency My technique be vocabulary freak C-cyphers say my divine is like Dante's Peak At most, you'll be trapped off in Patmos Get smacked in the back of your neck with the black toast King Cobra black brew pack and barefoot On the roof dusted out, waiting for chariots Popping like Orville Redenbacher or Betty Crocker The Pop Secret is the .45 Glock popper Control men like rats that's controlled by Ben or Willard American Express privileges, blood spillage We got more bars than billets, Star-Spangled Banner Soldier stand up, Cobra Commander stop the propaganda Thirty shot banana clip, full-loaded, radar scanners get decoded Digital warfare torments your head, eyes bloated Heads exploded, poison darts quoted American eagle stinging up Blue Beetle Bailey On the rocks mixed with Hennessey daily Keep these scaly Israeli niggas from the Clan We ride the Amistad & harness the promised land [Verse 3: Dr. Doom] You can't escape from the Doctor of Doom, my lyrics loom on buffoons And take flight like witches brooms at full moon On all you Dum-Dums, wash your filthy rhymes away like soap scum The warlord swing flaming swords just like a shogun Of the darkness, my scriptures cause arson like flaming arches My Killa Bee sting remains accurate like a marksman So take precaution, we attack like black Martians Corner the market by using digital strategies Reefer sparks my acid battery, y'all niggas flatter me With all that tough talk, I drop bombs like Mookie Blaylock From the outside or the inside, create intense rides When my pen glides all MCs will get their head fly For talking shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit Killa Bees must reign supreme throughout the continent We conquered it, motherfuckers [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] The beat terminal, exquisite young Cooley High production Caught up in the hollow head suction Ten pogo sticks, two black belts that break bricks Diet Coke meetings with the rich, I'm faithfully Married to Rap, we've been engaged for twelve years Tyson bit Holyfield's ear, we love the sport Look out your window, now see, pull up the shade Y'all be amazed, me Tony Starks spaceship Ran by a Duracell, the only man out walked through Hell Dick swinging like shit went well Call it the mighty Joe Young, double swirl slush Wonder Woman's sapphire shit with the pearls It looked real nice yo, heavy on the gravy Dirt bagged the secretary in the graze She typed eighty words from whirlwinds to whirlpools Openly sea, watch the Earth spin, Sunny dance with the serpent Who shot JJ it was Mudbone, the same nigga riding the train Same nigga with his name on his jacket Swift and changeable, inhaled the bad bag of that Jason Fell out twice in the basement, straight up and down y'all U Can’t Stop Me Now[Intro: RZA] Round up, round up, round up, round up Round up, round up, round up, round up... [Hook] No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now [RZA] The greatest B-Boy of all time, started from small crimes While others had big tops I was slingin' small dimes Tryin' to make the come up, the blow used to numb up A few G's a week, my clique used to sum up Till my brother got locked up, my girl got knocked up My closest homies each, got popped up and shot up And cops flood the block, no way to eat So I dropped a half a G on a rented SP 1200 Sampler, and a Yamaha Four-Track The bass from the lab used to blow the fuckin' door back While Ghost was doin' stick-ups, tryin' to make a vic' up Waitin' outside for the Brinks truck to pick up Nothing would work, so we're back to choppin' nicks up Givin' grown ass women two vials for a dick suck When I was stressed I would head to the rest Then the pads on the SP-12 got pressed Makin' beats for the streets, so the family could eat In '93, Wu-Tang Clan dropped their first LP We went platinum, *whoo-peesh*, yeah we flatten 'em Pockets got fat and um, went and got Cap and 'em Staten's on the map and um, Brooklyn Zu is bombin' 'em All around the world, Killa Beez start swarmin' 'em You can't stop us, you can't block us Rock us or mock us, knock us or top us Better sit back and watch us... [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Can't stop me man... No matter how hard, you better go hard So hard, if you gonna try and stop me now I be ruckus to rhythm like the blocks be wild Bad enough I got the cops tryin' to lock me down Can't nobody break my stride or shake my pride Without a homicide, case and trial It's a long time comin', long nines bustin' Cradle to the grave I be on my grind hustlin' Sometimes when I think about it, have my mind buggin' The shit that I been through, things that I've seen The chicks that I ran through, places I've been I'm a victim of the very song I sing That's how it is in the heart of it, most want no part of it Some will soothe the pain through booze and narcotics I'mma hold my head, stay true to where my heart is Either you pay with your life, or you pay dues and homage [Hook 2X] A Word From RZA [Album Trailer][A Word From RZA]: Yo, peace and blessings My name is the RZA, from the all mighty Wu-Tang Clan I'm zonin' in with my home girl, SZA Self-savior, Zig-zag-zig, Allah Yeah, I think you can take it that far mama You know what I mean? Cut loose the drama No melodrama Rise to the top Claim yo karma And it's my honor To drop this lesson It's my honor To give this blessing [S (Self-savior)]: Self-savior Sophisticated syncopations Smokers several strands of high potency stimulation A soulful songstress See, sometimes a woman is the strongest one inside the cypher So why y'all niggas all getting hyper, huh? She could be stubborn born, yeah, but she could never be stupid You may think that she's being strange Nah, she's being wise and being studious [Z (Zig-Zag-Zig)]: Reverse the S, it's stress girl, return it back to a Z The zig-zag-zig, yeah So find a zig in me The Xena who could rise again Up on the ashes like a phoenix Usable zillionaires So fuck all y'all rap billionaires Haha, hey Self-savior boy, we told you, you better save yourself You stupid motherfuckers, you putting wealth before yo health In every drop of semen, there's a potential human being In every man that's born through the womb of a woman is born here as a free man In every womb will carry the chance for life and infinity In every woman she has inside her divine identity But y'all got it backwards boy So you need to get smacked backwards boy Back into the past Yo, let's backtrack their ass And zero out these zombies These weak ass Uncle Tommys My- [A (Allah)]: Yo, see Allah's the all I see and the all knowin', the all flowin' Over land, sea, sky and the ocean The controller of space, time, and motion From darkness of the universe to the first letter of this verse Amplified through your Apple device Appearing as a voice, her, SZA Cut through them, paper thin Open up their ears and let the melodies enter in And whether sober or drunk, smokin' bongs, or smokin' blunts Let's get it mama, they can't front With self-savior, zig-zag-zig through apex Nah, ain't nothin' change But yo, yo baby girl Do what the fuck you gon' do and shine on these niggas, aight So they can understand, yo Ich kenne nichts (das so schön ist wie du)[Intro: RZA] You know they say In every mans life, there comes a time When you got struck by the arrow of cupid By the love of God, or the beauty of a woman And sometimes this love, brings thunder into your life And it brings the storm, sing about it [Verse 1: Xavier Naidoo] There is more to love like this Love is more then just a kiss Will we take you to that step Will we do more than just connect And will you, bring the thunder in my life And the fire in my eyes Cause then there, will be days of pleasure and Everything far will be so near [Refrain: Xavier Naidoo] I have never felt thunder (thunder) And lightning (lightning) like this I have never been strucked by (strucked by) A wonder (a wonder) like this [Verse 2: Xavier Naidoo] Ich könnte tagelang nur von dir erzählen Ohne deinen Namen auch nur einmal zu erwähnen Unter Schmerzen oder unter Tränen Würde dein Name als meine Linderung dienen Jede deiner Bewegungen sind erstrebenswert und Jede Stunde mit dir ist so lebenswert und Nichts ist vergleichbar mit dem, was du gibst Mit dem, was du zeigst, wie du lebst und wie du liebst [Chorus: Xavier Naidoo] Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts Das so schön ist wie du Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts Das so schön ist wie du Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts Das so schön ist wie du Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts Das so schön ist wie du [Verse 3: Xavier Naidoo] Schöne Tage mit dir sind kostbar So kostbar wie der Weg zum Morgenstern Ich zelebriere sie wie einen Festtag An dem ich immer wieder neues von dir lern' Im Moment ist es das Schönste, dich zu kennen Dich zu kennen, ist wie das Beste, das ich hab' Verzeih mir, aber dieses sag' ich nochmal Deinen Namen zu nennen, ist wohl das Schönste, was ich sag' [Chorus: Xavier Naidoo] Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts Das so schön ist wie du Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts Das so schön ist wie du Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts Das so schön ist wie du Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts Das so schön ist wie du Fatal[Intro: Blade: Trinity Soundtrack [RZA]] Blade... Ready to die I was born ready, motherfucker Daywalker, daywalker Daywalker, daywalker [RZA] Yo... Yo, yo It's the feast of the blood with sin, unleash the beast within I walk around, with the strength of a hundred men You best be gone before I count to ten Blood dripping from my canine, like a fountain pen It seems I've been asleep for a thousand years The way my world has changed, it brings me a thousand tears Prince of darkness, they walk through the rays of light To this breed of vampire, I'm the prototype The shape shifting, mirror image, flash phototype To everlast, an original red blood O type "He was born perfect, and just like the great white shark, this guy has never had to evolve" Daywalker, daywalker Daywalker, daywalker Daywalker, daywalker Daywalker, daywalker [Hook: RZA] Try to use my name, that's fatal Tried to claim my fame but that's fatal About to bring the pain, that's fatal Bite through your jugular vein, that's fatal Try to use my name, that's fatal Tried to claim my fame but that's fatal About to bring the pain, that's fatal Bite through your jugular vein, that's fatal Daywalker, daywalker Daywalker, daywalker [Bridge: RZA] Come on, walk with me Come on, walk with me Come on, walk with me Come on, walk with me Come on, walk with me Come on, walk with me Come on, walk with me Come on, walk with me Come on, walk with me "You're not immortal, I must of heard hundreds of rodents make the same claim, and each one of them tasted the bitter end of my sword" [RZA] I strike back with a vengeance, the father of descendents And I can't be deflected, by your silver cross pendants Blow the holy water, you make the false images One swing from the sickle, ahh, your life diminishes Sting like the scorpion, strike with the force of ten My blood is known to revitalize corpse of men In the last days, they said the dead would walk again The blind, deaf and the dumb will talk again [Hook] [Hook] [Hook] N.Y.C. Everything[Hook: Bobby Digital] From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now Why See everything Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside of bing Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting [Verse 1: Bobby Digital] Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar My ten strike combo deletes your power bar Dr. Octopus tentacle, sing a simple song Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's identical you biter Non-writer, Mr. Potato Head, Ore-Ida deep-fried crinkle cut One single cut fucks your whole LP up You must be stupid you liar, I'm the purifier, live wire Hip Hop reviver, a suicide mission you're committing Go against the Wu-Tang henchmen Perfect precision marksman, spit darts and rip charts and Archery, shots aimed at your heart and Daffy duck us, we still bring the motherfucking ruckus Project Killa Hill be the buckest Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer with Buzz Lightyear Went from here to infinity but I'm right here Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel Mister Pitiful, your whole rap stack is despicable Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish Cherish every moment of this love before you perish Bitch - ka-chich ka-chich - watch me switch Looking for a bird I can hitch Enter your atmosphere, dig your pussy out like a pap smear Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear, smack your rear Vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider Up inside ya, dick applehead opens up your clit wider Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a bride of (Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi) Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie [Hook x2] (replace "golden seal sting" with "killa bee sting") [Verse 2: Method Man] Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again Never minding men, dropping gem, can he shine again Most definite, let this be my last will and testament For the pessimist, exercise for the Exorcist Johnny Treacherous, like Three I'm supposed to be perpetuous Decimate the poetry get everything that's close to me The lecherous, Jonathan King of the seven seas, battle with Leviathan, the Methodist Poly to your deficit, hit it up If I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up John J., blow em out the water Dr. Bombay Your bitch look like Strange, rubbing me the wrong way Burn one and saute, bringing you different ways of sword play They busting bullets over Broadway, deep cover I'm like Larry when the fish burn, I burn rubber Cause I'm not an easy lover Ten to midnight, butt naked with a knife Ask my A-alikes, I've been crazy all my life Hard time homicide, time fly, do or die Crooked S and crooked I, scripture from the darkside Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive Only the strong gon' survive [Outro: Method Man] From the depths of the Killa to the top of Now Born Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip From the depths of the Killa to the top of Now Born Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip Insomnia[Hook girl] Bobby, come on baby Let's lay down and let's get some sleep (Word) Bobby.. come here baby Lay down, let's get some sleep [RZA] One two, yo, 280 grains of gun powder stuffed inside the cartridge Split ya wig, drive you off the Geothal's Bridge Wild like a fiend of Herkimer Scholastic type brain like Ivan van Sertima I've got wolves that'll murder ya for a veggie burger Spaghetti heads, meet the heavy burner I put a oodle up in ya noodle Then I head to the dread spot for a bag of that doodoo Black photographic, I don't know no magic But I know how to hold a 4 automatic Add a nickel to it son if you have to add it Better make sure ya kevlaar is steel padded One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, I've got beaucoup cess Get pupu from best bitches plus I shoot through vests Drive Fast Cars, crash bars at 5 AM Stash jars of hash inside the backyard [Hook] [RZA] I can't sleep like a child on Christmas Eve Like a tender head girl in a shop gettin' a weave Like a woman in labour about to produce the seed Or Method Man with PlayStation and an ounce of weed Some say it's hard to distinguish, my form of broken English When spoke, the light I provide it cannot be extinguished Or eclipsed by a 1000 moons, I stay in tune And praise the Most High past the day of the doom I squeeze black rubber grip 22 D's on the rims Squeal out, leavin' black rubber skids, other kids Couldn't match to the old Pistol Pete Rock, beat stop The heat pops, you better get your mother kid This is Bad News Bears, like Eddie Munster I keep a dragon under my stairs Plus a gun in my hat, ain't no runnin' from that Ain't no runnin' with that pack The Poison Apple, dunn, I crush Kings [Hook] B.O.B.B.Y.[Intro: RZA] Ultimate Breakbeats and shit right? Niggas still making money offa those shits Looping the same shits for a thousand years and shit, right? [Hook 1: RZA] The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L (Repeat x2) Digital [Verse 1: RZA] You know us to be robust, the greatest crew since Cold Crush This poisonous slang keep MCs avoiding us Can't think about the proper remedies for destroying us Your best bet black is sit back and start enjoying us And run your commissary, attack your coronary I'm with every revolutionary Honorary and sonic electronic brain like Johnny Mnemonic Get boosted from the sorrow and went Wu-tonic You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle To serve to your bird with cheese and pumpernickel Beefsteak Charlie, a classic like Marley Marl Tie your ass down and run you over with a trolley car My nigga Lucky keep 'em Bucky like Dent Intent, read the fine print It says, "Do not enter or cross the lines You be tossed behind and forced to submit to the rhyme" [Hook 2: RZA] B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L (Repeat x3) Digital, Digital [Verse 2: RZA] .44 in the holster strapped tight by the Velcro Steel padded vest on the chest, arm knife on the elbow Pointed rings resemble Killa Bee stings Instrumental of slinging swords, taking a buck bring Rain, hail, snow, earthquakes, search your mental birth date 50 straight push-ups keep the body in perfect shape Just got hit on the hip by this bird talking 'bout She got a blister on her lip, that comes from not gargling after sucking I'm toggling the buttons on my cell-phone Call my nigga Tone, the well known Bubble goose feathers made 'em think it's Carl Weathers Solid chrome Beretta 9s stuffed inside the Wu leather Hot shots melt through your pleather Never Ending Story not from the Land of Nether We fight for our rights to the death like Medgar Evers Wu-Tang Clan Forever, All In Together Now [Hook 2: RZA] B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L (Repeat x3) Digital, Digital [Verse 3: RZA] Up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil Ol' Earth kept a nigga spoilt Though the reigns to my veins remain royal, burning up High speed dub, my CD spins like a hub-cap on a Ac' Tre-pound snub rap we might joust Fresh spring water from the Alps Stalked like a tomahawk, Indian bitch you get scalped Like a ticket sold in Cleveland, you feel me in And now I stream up your bone marrow Wu-Tang song last long as Christmas carols Niggas throw darts, I'm shooting flaming arrows Pierce through your physical faculties with pinpoint accuracy You don't wanna battle me [Hook 1] [Hook 2] A Day to God Is 1,000 Years (Stay With Me)[Intro: Billie Holiday] I wanna stay with you, forever [Verse 1] Yo, yo, the A-1 sauce, the Divine Force My mind blind force is known to blow time off course Even, if I rode around the world on a blind horse Strapped down, I'd still get my point across Allah is father of all You debate whether big, whether small Whether short, whether tall Whether dense, whether length Whether strength, whether width Either man, animal, bird or fish Whether, black or white, more shapes than snowflakes Existin', everywhere but you still can't locate The man of steel couldn't bend me Time couldn't end me Even the great devil Satan that tried to befriend me Understand the equality, God in a bodily form Lettin' my knowledge be born Lettin' my knowledge be born [Break: Billie Holiday] I wanna stay with you, forever [Verse 2] Yo, yo, yo I be the fatal flyin', I'm like NATO flyin' Over your country and droppin' down forty tons of iron Filled with explosives, your chance is hopeless We have your head poppin' up like the blowfish I'm not talkin' Hootie, nigga pass the zootie I could bag the cootie, maybe smoke the ootie The runaway train with no track I got the heart of Faye Dunaway whippin' that child with the coatrack T.V. droppin' bombs or droppin' germs Baby moms in the courthouse, she's droppin' terms Guns go off, bustin' all directions D.J. choose, another fuckin' dope selection [Break: Gladys Knight & the Pips & Billie Holiday] Memories like the corners of my mind I wanna stay with you, forever [Verse 3] Yo, the pen is mightier than the sword, as I face my worldly challenge In the scale of justice and my heart remains balanced and neutral My respect for all men is mutual As my thoughts surpass a level to which you devils compute to You've been given the chance to hear the true and living So do the knowledge, son, before you do the wisdom So you can understand, how the thunder and Lightning above your head is caused by the Son of Man We experimentin' with high explosions That cause the place to quake and the surface erosions The earth produce lava like the mouth produce saliva This wisdom goes deeper than your scuba diver In search for the pearl jewels sold to Tiffany My verbal heart symphony will strike the epiphany Insight, ignite, and then men might, see love and hell Hell and right, then excel, to be masters of your circumference First, by obtainin' mastery of your common sense This supreme wisdom clears a man's vision You can see it through the lies and the phantasm Of the equivocal, two-faced political individual Who's only out for residual, fabricatin' lies To eradicate the wise But we come to civilize and gravitate to the skies Of the heavenly celestial sphere Trust me, son, it's dear, in between your ears [Hook: RZA] A day to God is a thousand years Men walk around with a thousand fears The true joy of love bring a thousand tears In the world of desire, there's a thousand snares [Outro: Billie Holiday] I wanna stay with you forever The Birth[Intro: RZA & Daddy-O] Yeah, you know what I mean? 'Cause yo, this right here this is called Knowledge of Self When you apply that to yourself, you know yourself You know what I'm saying? Yo; it's gonna get your third eye open You can see things for what they are And not what they appear to be When the God gave me the knowledge And pass this information to me, it's just- Whatever, the God right there Yo Peace, Born Knowledge, Peace God Peace what up Bobby? Yo, yo, don't even call me Bobby no more, man What I call you? My name is Prince Rakeem, you know what I'm saying? What's Today's Mathematics? I see Today's Mathematics is being wisdom Let me explain like this to you God, how I see it [Hook: sample] Ever since my Birth (don't worry!) I've had no one to care (worried all I know... yeah!) [Verse 1: RZA] They say wisdom, is the wise words spoken By a brother attemptin' to open The graves, of these mentally dead slaves Who've been lost on a cross, for decades And centuries, lookin' for the liberty But receive nothin', but misery And hard times, and things of that nature By the devil in a genocide caper Little Boy Peep, has lost his sheep But I found 'em, in a deep long sleep Nine thousand miles away from home Livin' the life of a modern-day Flintstone We the people, supposed to be equal But the men who wrote that, they was evil Slave owners, who did not include us They just used us, and abused us First they trick you, then mentally kill you And use technologies, to rebuild you This whole plan was a perfect scam See that's why they called it, the Six Million Dollar Man Six is the limitation of the Devil In the Million square miles of land that he settles Put you in a three piece suit, give you loot Chemicals in your head to make you look cute They use you as a fool to deceive your own people And fillin' my children head with pins and needles But I'll take out the pins you inserted And I'll avenge all my mothers that you murdered And brutalized, by this modern form of slavery To speak the truth it takes bravery And no man could stop my flow Because I know what I speak and I speak what I know [Hook: RZA] What, becomes of a broken family? Dreams are crushed and there's no more family [Hook: sample + RZA] Ever since my Birth (don't worry!) I've had no one to care (worried all I know... yeah!) [Verse 2: RZA] Yo, as a life can be slowed down 20 frames per second Seen through Panavision The inner light inside my mind's shines expands the prism A man of wisdom, victorious and the glorious Sight beyond sight we stand up as Divine Warriors Who smite with the mighty right hand of God Yield the holy sword, swings the holy rod Then bathe in the pond of Nirvana, escape the realm of Karma Allow the true grace of God to shine through my persona And build the reconstructional terms that's constructive As we destroy the negative germs that's destructive Productively, sincerely, we uphold the righteous banner With the gold touch of Midas, mold the righteous hammer And anvil, to the sound of Man-drill Ignite to the speed of light cause time to stand still Rewrite the script of Egypt, who made the Holy Bible Or Koran, how long ago, who made the Holy Title? Of I Self Lord And Master, who control the vital Parts of your heart, who wrote the wise recitals? Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head Still puzzled like the jigsaw [Hook: sample] Ever since my Birth (don't worry!) I've had no one to care (worried all I know... yeah!) Grits[Chorus: Allah Real] When I was small We had nothing at all We used to eat Grits For dinner It was pain Almost drive a man insane What we could find for To survive another day But I said nah [Verse 1: RZA] An old killa bee once hummed me a tune Stay up at night, don't sleep on ya moon Four seeds in the bed, eight seeds in the room Afternoon cartoon, we would fight for the spoon Old Earth in the kitchen yell, "It's time to eat" Across the floor, you hear a dozen stampeding feet One pound box of sugar and a stick of margarine A hot pot of Grits got my family from starvin' Loose with the welfare cheese, thick wit' the gravy Used to suck it, straight out the bottle as a baby Steamy hot meal serve less than five minutes Big silver pot, boilin' water, salt in it House full of brothers and sisters, the pop's missin' Pilgrim on the box on the stove in the kitchen [Chorus: Allah Real] When I was small We had nothing at all We used to eat Grits For dinner [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Yo, young shorties in my hood started hustlin' Packin' bags at the neighbourhood associate Growin' up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit I'm too young, no jobs'd hire me legit You walkin' down the street with ya gun in ya hand Drinkin, thinkin' of a masterplan Your Old Earth can't afford what ya friends got So you roll up to the spot, with ya thing 'pon cock And it seems worth the takin', stomach achin' MorningStar veggie bacon go good with the grits Now let's take it back for real; when we used to build At ghetto big wheels with the shoppin' cart wheels And wood to nail the seat on, girls skippin' rope in the street The Summer heat, left the jelly prints stuck to they feet Skelly chief, flippin' baseball cards for keeps Momma said it's gettin' late, and it's time to come eat [Chorus: Allah Real] When I was small We had nothing at all We used to eat Grits For dinner It was pain Almost drive a man insane What we could find for To survive another day But I said nah Drift[Verse 1-Blake Perlman] When the Earth collides Two hearts, two souls combine One love of humankind, in heaven's name No time for fear or blame Inside, we are the same [Hook-Blake Perlman] We feel it all, we feel the rise before the fall Although divided us, we feel it all, we feel it all [Verse 2-Blake Perlman We feel it all, the rise and fall We drift inside each other, all we have is one another United we can never fall [Hook] [Verse 3-RZA] The great scientist minds, militaries combined Formed the greatest weapons to defend mankind From the bottomless pit, it's the apocalypse Egypt, Okinowa, they threatened the populous Nations of man must stand its terror Two hearts ripped apart, they come together Some bonds rejoined they cannot be severed Brother, true to color, we all need each other We look beyond these borders just to see each other The fate of the world is upon our shoulders A soldier tell his father goodbye, you can see the proudness A gleam of hope appears in his eye No one knows for whom the bell tolls A strong might body, hundred tons of steel Kaiju, facing the enemy that stands before us We feel it all, they're trying to destroy us! [Hook] [Outro-Blake Perlman] We drift inside each other, all we have is one another United we can never fall Why Why Why[Intro: Swnkah] A mi name Swnkah, comin' live Kingston fight, black roots, youths from [?] Big up RZA, Mathematics, all Wu-Tang Clan A we come for Chinatown to Babylon [Verse 1: RZA] If I put my fist through the face of a racist Smack 'em tasteless Would I face three cases in court, locked in places Or shackled to a seat of a bus, a hundred of us Life in America shouldn't be so tough We got western civilization got me fighting for my civil rights After fighting scores of war, we still fight for our civil rights To be equal citizens with equal opportunity Equal chance to advance and uplift our communities But instead we getting shot in the head Like a black man life ain't worth a loaf of bread "Stop or I shoot," you stop, they still shoot Buck, buck, buck they stomp you out with steel boots [Hook: Swnkah] Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why? [Verse 2: RZA] They trying to distract us from our practice And shackle us up, mentally retract us backwards Attack us like the prophet on the way to Damascus It's like we huddle up, had control of the ball, let 'em sack us Now they overtax us as if they want to collapse us Don't be diluted by this foolishness 30 years old man still want nothing do with this Try to find career and a beer on the weekend And a freak he could take to the crib on the weekend SUV, XM, heat, only plays the Weeknd Only wanna fuck you 5 AM with no tweeting Honey's 25 should be working but she's twerking Nobodies tripping she could make money from stripping And I'm sitting in the back sipping my 'yac Can't help but thinking that "What does her father think of that?" Probably because I got a daughter I heard Money Mayweather, he makes it rain without water He dropped 50 G's at a strip club near the border A dozen women crawling on all fours up Woah, hey, you should've saw her You should've took that money to a college campus But then again, I guess momma needed some Pampers But from my view, these wizards need some pampering Not [?] stop looting and tamperin' with the essence Even with a lack of substance And she wonders why, why, why she can't keep her husband? [Interlude: Swnkah] We come to unite people Every color, every race Every shape, every face All around the nation No discrimination Peace and love [?] From generation to generation Jah, [?] not take it no more [?] RZA, Wu-Tang Clan, take it to there (Oh, why, why?) [Verse 3: Swnkah] It's getting realer Streets gettin' hotter, I could feel it Who am I to put a gun to another I'm just trying to show love to my brother Hands up, I just pray to God I make it out (Stop killin' [?]) Is my life not enough, am I hard to love If it's America we trusted each other knock me down And I'm just trying to live it up Only one life to live and I ain't trying to give it up [Hook: Swnkah] Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why? [Outro] Oh, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why? Oh, why, why, why, why? La Rhumba[Intro: Ndira] Here we are.. Bobby, I was just wondering, you know About me and you, tonight If we could go do a little Rhumba Dance, you just think about it and let me know [Hook: Ndira] Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba [Verse 1: RZA] Rhumba? What's Rhumba? I'm sayin' though, what? I'm sayin'.. Yo, what up Butter Pec'? Girl, you got me shy to speak You the same dime piece that I saw last week On the dancefloor, yo, the way you glide Make a club of thugs do the Electric Slide Pretty in pink, come here, let me buy you a drink Armaretta sour orders put us both in sync' My name is Bobby and I don't usually dance that much I play the wall, but girl, you got that magic touch That lured me in like a fly into the spider's web Not these everyday hoes sweatin' ghetto celebs Power Rule, I heard you got the good Power-U Let's slip to my crib for an hour or two [Hook] Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba [Verse 2: Method Man + Killa Sin] Hey, hey, hey.. Uh, uh, uh, uh.. Eh eh eh eh eh.. Hey, Butter Pecan what's that lingo you speakin'? It sound like, let's me and you slide for the weekend (True) I got drinks and tasty treats to sink your teeth in Your popi two-way beepin', let him know that you cheatin' Runnin' 'round indecent exposed without no clothes There it go (*plug*), Moby Dick and there she blows You got me covered, girl, and it shows and I suppose We can play doctor soon as I drop my Girbauds I don't wanna dance baby girl, it's like my legs is on strike Boogie that ass to the bar, snatch a Remi, no ice I'm in the corner, we can vibe all night Polite, I need a bag of that grass To blast me out of sight like a satellite Bigga what up? Yo, long time, good to see you Look at shorty ass shakin' like the system in my vehicle Clubbin', twenty deep, buggin', all types of funny freaks Mouths wide shut, we let our love for the money speak [Hook] Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba [Beretta 9] Yo Open season, open fire, Beretta barbed wire First platoon strike soon, scud-missile on the whistle Up in the club with the pistol This chick bumped into me like, "You big joint official?" Indeed, so? Blow out your back, yo She was like, "Yo, negro, negro" Puffin' all that trash, you best to see so (so so) So I introduced her nightcap, she was like, "I like that" Later on tonight, you know, I gotta spit that Flow and a half, blow at her back I like it rough, and I hope she's rough back She was like say her name I was like, "Say mine back" She was like, "Yo, daddy, daddy, daddy" I love it like that, Beretta stay givin' it Power-U so good, I just might have to jizz in it [Hook] Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba Just Blowin’ in the Wind[Hook: RZA] Blow, blow, blow, blowin' in the wind I'm, I'm, I'm, just, just, blowin' in the wind Wind, wind, I'm, I'm, just blowin' in the wind Wind, blowin' in, blowin' in, blowin' in the wind Wind, wind, wind [Verse 1: RZA] Stronger then the locomotive, duffel bags of explosive Make a savage disappear, like it's magic, hocus pocus Auto focus memory, like the Canon 7D Sharing heaven with my brethren, laying up with seventy Persian virgins made for splurging, for deserving worthiest Swerving on the merging traffic, boy, I'm impervious The flack attack cat, on crack-a-lack And Real Steel, like Hugh Jackman, black man with two mac tens And two white bitches who's computer hacking, when they menstruate, great They take it through the back end You got your advance, but I doubt you got your back end They thought I was out, but they brought me back in I'm sick like Colombiana, only dick, understands that Keep a nickel plated hammer, bammer blast, bark fast Faster than a camera, grenades and a canister They fading these amateurs, Hip Hop, God body Superman stamina, you better come clean like Jeru the Damaja Who's your hype man, is he also your manager? When you get sprayed, does he get paid to bandage ya? Kid, I will vanish ya, you know I will challenge ya The God will banish ya, to land far beyond our star spangled banner's up Better get your manners up, you was just a fan of us And you could never fuck with the Wu-Tang Clan and us [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] Dead walk and leaving foes in coffins No man alive can bare the shit that I walked in A brass instrument, vibration from the Iron Fist Blood drip like rain, pouring amongst men Walk with God, swing the, sword of a marksmen Penetrate the seeds, exterminate and defeat I'm obsolete and you plead, fear the hate I bring Cremate like the steam of a kettle Inhale the breath of the devil, inevitable what we bring The pleasure, and the pain, the measures in the game Infecting the world with methods, the chosen unrespected The martyr, bomb the entire army of liars Settle down, took it down, bring it down, just a notch My pride over standing, your soul I'm demanding Your heart filled with fear, I see it in your eyes Zombie gang nigga, on the rise [Verse 3: Meechy Darko] Darkness, darkness, all I see is darkness Flesh made of bronze, although I bleed I am heartless Impenetrable, fucking, unbreakable Leave you fake, the humble, overcoming, this is incapable Cuz pain, is what I cater to, in war there are casualties And I bring death to anyone from the free to the shackled feet We rape and pillage, leave your town in ruins I don't understand your tears, hate to me is an illusion And so is fear as well, my reign will reach through different realms And we feared in hell Blood from the foes soak my tattered clothes Beneath my toes lies the mountain pile of those Who chose to go against the most, unstoppable foes Thinking you can stop the unstoppable, think you just froze I'm the light, I'm the dark, I'm the right, I'm the wrong Man of Bronze, meets the Iron Arm Premonition while I'm writing scriptures on the Iron Horse [Hook: RZA] Blow, blow, blow, blowin' in the wind I'm, I'm, I'm, just, just, blowin' in the wind Wind, wind, I'm, I'm, just blowin' in the wind Wind, blowin' in, blowin' in, blowin' in the wind Wind, wind, wind Afro Theme[RZA] A man with no friends, only live for revenge Live his life off the henge, cut, through a thousand men Blade swing with the force of a cyclone Cut crystal and bone, pistol and chrome Stand in my path, you're a dead man I cut the whole world in half for the Number One headband Quest of a lonely soul, on a lonely road The Saga Continues Intro[Intro: Samples] He's taking the test Do you know the consequences if you should fail the test? And not get to Death Alley My advice is not to try it I've made up my mind, I won't fail Don't you know, the men in there, will be fighting to kill? I know, they're all my brothers there, but they all have their orders though: fight to kill, and show no mercy to anyone. That's why they call it, "Death Alley" What do you prove, if you're killed? It simply proves, that I'm not good Wu-Tang Clan rocks the world [Ad lib: RZA] You guys ready? Yo, y'all mother-motherfuckin' there? This shit on? Yo Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows No, no, no, no, no, no Check it out, Zig-Zag, 2017, another Wu saga Continue like Buck Rogers in the 21st century and we still gotta duck the fucking coppers? Take it back to this top of the beat that I'ma fuck with now It's already happening? This shit is happening already? Combat (Afro Season II Open Theme)[Sample] The legendary number one headband It's promise is power, omnipotence Immortality, but at what cost? One that is greater than any man can imagine And heavier than any man can bare No soul who has ever wore it's tattered grace Has ever escaped the torment of it's infinite burden Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! [Intro: P. Dot w/ RZA laughing] Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (Afro!) [Hook 2X: P. Dot (RZA)] So many times I had sneak up on them quicker With my finger on the trigger, like Like I'm pulling out my sword This is combat, man, this is war (Afro!) [RZA] Brain stained with the harbor, sword stained with the blood of martyrs Revenge is a never ending story, Afro's the author Trying to bother, the bare site of my father So I'm living today, like there's tomorrow Sword, inside my sheet, my heart is filled with beef For all the dead souls, that I chopped into piece Return, of the Afro sheen, fatal mean guillotine Sword in my hand, I want the number one headband [P. Dot] Ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay Ay, ay [Hook 2X w/o RZA] [Outro: P. Dot] Ay, ay, ay Unspoken Word[Produced by RZA] [Intro: RZA] Yo, where the beat, where the buzzin' at? It took ten-thousand years to find you [Hook: RZA] It's the unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open Controlled emotions freewill as the same token Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two [Verse 1: RZA] Word's on the street Dunn Dunn Bobby's going Digital Hovering the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet Clouded by the Meth we move undetected In secret society sects, NARC's radar Suspected us to be a cumulus cloud, ejecting lightning Striking like a wild knuckle fight, in New Brighton A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest Chi energy compacted deep within my inner chest One touch of my eagle claw clutch rips your guts Brass head kill you fast with a rapid head bust Ninjas spying, the ammo flying, the steel iron Blow a nigga neck from his head like dandelions My team is a magazine of M-16's But we calmly defeat your army by blowing steam Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap's sweat hogs Welcome back to the catalogue, Hip-Hop cyborg Bobby Digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analog We blowin smoke creating Scooby Doo fogs Escape cell block eight's my tape on the rocks Sean Connery, calmly bombin MC's, who stuck on my phenomenon [Bridge: RZA] Word up, no hurry up, for the merrier You worry Duck, you get touched by the razor cut You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo [Verse 2: RZA] The Wu rag tied around your head like a doo rag Carry large black guns in small school bags Funeral date will be engraved on the wall in roman numerals The Looney Tune niggas I be rollin with be screwin you Quick to make a nigga shit in his pants with one glance Laid back like a fat Huffy bike on the kickstands My Clan'll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass and shatter Leave no traces of your matter You kids playin hot feet, wait til you go to sleep I pull your teeth I'm vegetarian bitch, I don't need the beef So how I spell relief? Ruler Z, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head B.O.B.B.Y, you don't qualify You don't have supply, it's a natural high [Hook: RZA] It's the unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open Controlled emotions freewill as the same token Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two [Bridge 2] It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you (Bobby you be on that bullshit) All the time (With them big words and shit) I free y'all niggas minds (What the fuck you think you are some king or something? Motherfucker you ain't shit, high profilin) [Verse 3: RZA] Yo, yo, my enemies of the Killa Bee Clan's founds their peers Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears My unpredictable lyric script, is spine tingling Like slime from a baby's mouth, bitch niggas you be lingerin Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses (Bobby you be bugging) Girl my mind flashes My seeds be royal, niggas sweat muslim oil My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil No time for fragile planet for small wombs My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune Champagne thoughts with Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunny Slang slides slashes for him plan record upon the Lord Confuse you like a forty-eight track mixboard Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters These anti-crucified on my Technic crossfader Fuck the bloodshed, you be leakin your soul Physical mental emotion we will control Infinite darts I apply to your back like horse brandin I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black Samson [Hook: RZA] It's the unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open Controlled emotions freewill as the same token Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two [Bridge 3: RZA] It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you Slimy savages, against the Digital Fuck you Analog, the shit is critical [Hook: RZA] It's the unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open Controlled emotions freewill as the same token Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two [Bridge 4: RZA] Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you You slimy savages, shit is gettin critical Fuck you Analog niggas we be Digital [Outro: RZA] Bobby Digital Word up fuck that (Bobby Digital) Ohh, We Love You Rakeem(Prince Rakeem & Girl Talking) Yes aoow Sexy Stuff Aoo, oh Yeah! Definetly, ph Yeah [Chorus] Rakeem: I got too many ladies, I got to learn to say no Woman: Ohh, We Love You Rakeem Rakeem: I got too many ladies, yo, I got to learn to say no Woman: Ohh, We Love You Rakeem, Ohh Rakeem [Verse 1] Time is moving slow, life is a drag This money to make ya, more girls to bag Fully aware, so I step upon the square Lookin for what? The cooty and the chair Flex and I flex on the opposite sex Hit 'em off quick and step to the next It seems I'm a fiend for a sex routine Love to hear them scream (Woman: Ohh Rakeem) And my response is "Oh" Always satisfy them, you know how I flow But since I'm not lazy, I'm buck wild and crazy I kiss the bosoms, but never eat the daisies And my ladies love me deeply Because I'm handsome, charming and freaky And when they need me, they won't go And now I'm stuck, I should've said no Chorus 2: Woman: Ohh we love you Rakeem Rakeem: And I love you to Woman: Ohh we love you Rakeem Rakeem: Thank you Woman: Ohh we love you Rakeem Rakeem: Your far too kind Woman: Ohh Rakeem Rakeem: Gosh Woman: Ohh we love you Rakeem Rakeem: You feeling mutual love Woman: Ohh we love you Rakeem Rakeem: Oh do you? Woman: Ohh we love you Rakeem Rakeem: Hmmmmm Woman: Ohh Rakeem [Verse 2] When I walk down the block The girls stop and clock They hop on my jock, cause I got mad props Tall & slim with the brown skin conflection Half them sweating my love and affection As I collect them, I must want to protect them Love them deeply, but never disrespect them I keep a tab on the large amount But sometimes I find myself losing count Of Latika, Diane, Lisa Stephanie, Jackie, Teresa Sharonda, um um, Veronica Latasha, Sinthia & Monica Nevertheless, you must give respect To the femine queens that the God selects I love them all, but even though I'm rather happy, I should've said no But yet my ego gets in the way And always something that I'll never say I'd just bag them, keep 'em under my wing Put them in a posse, and let them all sing Chorus 2(Rakeem saying these lines instead) Do you? Say it again baby Yes I like it Come on you can say it louder Cuz I love you all Thank you Rakeem Allah the greatest baby Chorus 1(to the end)(Rakeem talking in the back) Try Ya Ya Ya* Thea saying "try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya" throughout the whole song [Intro: RZA] Digital... why... [Hook: RZA] You can't do me nothing, you won't succeed You moving fast, reduce your speed Weak producers, imitate my beat When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet You can't break me, you get deflected Can't remake me, already perfected Wu-Tang slang, to disrespect it Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected [RZA] I walk wit a pocket computer, out talk the prosecutor Slipped through these metal detectors with plastic German lugers With all rubber bullets, my dogs, they love to pull it Stay black hooded, dunn, Timberland footed Deadly dialect, Digitech, I'm six steps ahead Spread like plague, plus I wire taped the feds Brain wave manipulation, radios in my head Sip Colloidal silver, immune cells get fed Deflecting viruses, I'm overcoming biases True lion of Judah, bout to reclaim the lioness Devil expiration date, time to set the nation straight You should pay attention to the words I articulate [Hook] [Monk] Goodie goodie, I walk it out in the hoodie And let my shoulder lean, just some gangsta boogie... You now rocking with the best, Compton's finest with finesse By the dress code and approach, you can tell I bang the left West Side of the coast, everybody's cutthroat Bitches love to start shit, they also love to deep throat Three wheel and hundred spokes, while I'm blowing chronic smoke Turning corner after corner, with my Southern Cal folk But the underground in the city life, it ain't a playground I'm loyal, dedicated, always ready to throw down My morals, and my values, retire up on the richter Speak this vivid, so you clearly get the picture And description of a real one, standing in your mist I don't just talk, I walk this Killa Cal shit Footprints of a legend as a I paint the concrete King of the jungle, still no one can compete With my entourage, call ya squad, I checkmate 'em with a pawn Seven moves ahead to off your head, it won't take that long [Hook] Must Be BobbyBo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. [RZA] Psssh. Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo! {​*Bobby Digital sound*}​ Yo.. Bobby Yo, yo, RZA Bobby Yo, yo, RZA Bobby B-Bobby, yo Hit the bodega for a 40 ounce son, Garcia Vega Two bags of chips, and one pack of Now & Laters Flame tucked down to my nuts, on my last buck Only thing keep a nigga calm is a good fuck Loose-leaf cigarettes be dipped in wet Chicken of the seas get trapped inside my net With their clothes off, son when the gun goes off I'm bound to play Napoleon, and blow a nose off - Your Sphinx; your stumble rap style, your flow's off Like Kunta, tryin to run with his chopped toes off Unchallenged sword I yield the storm rider Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin long fire Four hundred grain cartridge, with steel casin Those who can't draw the crowd is still tracin The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted Heavy as the hammer of Thor you can't lift it So tense, bitch there's no defense This four-four inch'll make you jump the fence Right eye squinted; I speak brok-len english Stumble off the cold four-oh of Olde English Wu brew Two-two inside the shoe No describin what this heat, in my jacket could do I teach, seeds to read, never reach for the weed indeed Bow down to the great Bob Digi Digi (Bo-bby..) Yo, it must be Bobby (Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby (Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby (Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be.. I keep rice soaked in coconut milk mixed with tofu Sit in the sun six hours then I charge up like Goku Dragonball Z; imagine you're raggin me That's like walkin through a Blood hood flaggin a C Not, tryin to tell you how much weight we carry It may get, every snake in the tri-state buried Plus, Feds had one add, sayin I gun traffed I sold twenty million records bitch; some laugh! Fresh shafts of morning dew on Nancy Drew Sherlock Holmes crime sleuth couldn't figure the Wu You loaf of bread head, keep a sober head One point five mill a year's my overhead (Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby (Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby (Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby (Bo-bby..) Yo, check, yo I keep MC's puzzled keep my dogs in the muzzle Ice cold forty ounce drink 'em down with one guzzle Son might spit a word at a bird, see if she chirp back Tall chocolate deluxe buttercup, off the meat rack A chickenhead scratch the yard for worms And roosters walk around with their heads in the perm I be spreadin knowledge keepin my third eye polished Never, chase for dollars to fulfill the black wallet You must be Bellevue, son, I walk with twelve jewels Afford anything this world could sell you Beats that the change the style'll rearrange ya BZA-Bobby! I'm strikin' you like Beatlemania Yo, it must be Bobby Oh, no, it must be Bobby Yo, son, it must be Bobby BZA-buh, BZA-wha', BZA-Bobby (Bo-bby..) Fuckin' up the mic is still my hobby (Bo-bby..) F-fuckin' up the mic is still my hobby (Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be.. doo doo! (Bo-bby..) Yeah, yeah (Bo-bby..) - {​*repeat to fade*}​ Mantis[Intro: 'Invincible Shaolin' sample] The technique depends mainly on arm and finger strength Once you've that, then the next step is to learn how to pierce stone Well you might as well start practicing now Do you-Do you-Do you-Do you, do you know mantis legends? How it was it all started? It was fighting off this blackbird Although it was only a tenth of the bird's size It was a very valiant insect And that's why the technique needs a brave man And a strong one who isn't afraid of odds [Verse 1: RZA] Welcome back to the Temple of Hip Hop and Sword Kenpo Lyrical rhyme nympho, b-boy Bob Digital Diamond crystal ring, solid gold bone rituals We be the humble, most calmest individuals Hard to spot microdots, we Sasquatch Stomp MCs, third eye Cyclops laser beam shots Being fired once the father get raised up We John Blaze up, abrasive heat from a phaser gun Never left for a stun dunn, Atilla the Hun Type Killa Park Hilla, eighteen wheeler Macks in the truck lanes from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil You red wolves be prowling Howling over the shit that got the whole world bowing We spoiled, one thousand swordsmen One thousand recordings, one thousand Wu stores and One thousand rap tours and global insurance Not your everyday occurrence My rhyme torments MCs with the fear of God You'll be cursed like Farad and struck by the iron rod Tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka-POW [Chorus: Tekitha] Hell's Wind Staff, the wrath of Black Titans Niggas battling, sword swinging Cutthroat women, whirlwind given, save the children Escape the poverty for living Let live, die by the mic, shadow skill by night Hell's Wind Staff, the wrath of Black Titans Niggas battling, sword swinging Cutthroat women, whirlwind given, save the children Escape the poverty for living Let live, die by the mic, shadow skill by night [Break: 'Invincible Shaolin' sample] Man-Mantis style isn't easy to learn A mantis is small but powerful With it's arms it can lift up many times it's own weight [Verse 2: Masta Killa] On behalf of the Wu-Tang Clan I'll display the Hong Kong Shaolin King Kong poems Slaps niggas in half from Kwangtung Ten Tigers scratch like Allah Math, the Hell's Wind Staff Watch the Eight Diagram strike the diaphragm Pierced lung minute funk tongue double-edged, sound the drum Here I come as predicted Holding the raw seal, all heads kneel 7th Degree black mic skill is ill, listen to the guns holler Swallow the shell, East New York terrorist Break fool to this, madness, crazy low-hand Grabs the mic stand, smooth as water Spat Seven Seas you've not yet mastered Breathe and lungs wheeze, Earth kills I'm wrecking MCs, blood spills, meadow is round The piercing sound of silence deafens ears Fires fears, wood sharp eagle claw tears Tree from bark, hard to maintain control When you leaking, I stand with the strength of Job And hold pressure that'll bust your head, while I'm teaching Civilization, one having Knowledge Wisdom Understanding, culture refinement Not a savage in pursuit of happiness Thunderous Mantis, all chant this I’ve Never Seen...[Intro: RZA] You know they say In every man's life, there comes a time When you get struck by the arrow of cupid By the love of God, or the beauty of a woman Sometimes this love, brings thunder into your life And it brings the storm, sing about it [Xavier Naidoo] There was once a love in this Love is more than just a kiss Will we take you to that step Will we do more than just connect And will you, bring the thunder in my life And the fire in my eyes Cause then there, will be days of pleasure when Everything far will be so near [Hook: Xavier Naidoo (woman)] I have never felt thunder (thunder) And lighting (lightning) like this I have never been struck by (struck by) A wonder (a wonder) like this [Xavier Naidoo] There aren't days where I can, stop talking about you There aren't days I can't stop, saying your name And I'm looking for ways in never, to part from you, ha-ha And everything change and you, still stayed the same [Hook 4X: Xavier Naidoo] I've never seen, and there's never been Anything, with the beauty of you [RZA] Yo, yo, yo Aiyo, shorty, I've never met someone so beautiful From your hair follicle to your finger nail cuticle Struck by the arrow of cupid, this love is deep rooted Like someone, took my heart sampled it and looped it To a song that's endless, passion brings the tempest I'll slay a thousand dragons to save my little princess A walking gift from God, you are my shining star The diamonds and gold that most men be mining for [Xavier Naidoo] Days that we shared our light treasures The treasure light fire is to mankind My hands will try to carry you to heaven But since I've seen you, you've brought heaven to my mind [Hook 4X] Samurai Showdown (Raise Your Sword)*Intro: The RZA* Yo, it's a samurai showdown Samurai showdown... (Aight, A.T.M.) How dare you challenge me? You will die from the tip of my sword today Huh, the trenches, we must remain calm Right, prepare to die ***Chorus: The RZA (x2)*** Yo, it's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords [The RZA] Yo, yo Hailin from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw, talon twirlin' One swirl of the fatal sword splits your eyelid Wu Killa Bees' stingers back on the swarm again BZZZZZZ, the alarm again, six direction weapon deflectin Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets Steel fragments bein chipped off a slingin sword slash With the force of big crash in your dash board with no airbag He drove a ninety-nine Jaguar Quick to pick a lock, lick a shot Respect the Bloods and Crips a lot Plus the God from Ride saggin in his seat, blastin Wu beats Tryin to plot his next hit He took a drag of the eight elements that composed, atmospheric gas 'Bout to let off his sword, and full blast Kept his mind focused, meditation position half lotus Abbot's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus Deluxe stroke, son move like a ghost Struck in an instance, unnoticed like a lamp post Radar sharp precision gunfire, explode Till his clips unload, it's a samurai code ***Chorus*** It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (5X) Time for everyone to go record It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords Time for everybody to go record [The RZA] Crept in silent, the steel wind Chrome silencers screwed on tight kept the gunshots just sealed in We attack, full fledge With Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads Swing with the force of a sledge Single-edge stainless steel blade chopped the wedge Slit this analog derelicts head Who even thought that He could go against the truth and the Gods and fall back? From the will of Allah, you'll be facin the firing squad Of a thousand archers out to mark ya The bill top scully king blocks bullets like jelly beans Birds in my nest restin up, on the telly scene Murderous rap track to me, is ego felony Can't accept what you analog cats be tellin me I get the verbal weapon, won't hesitate for one second To break your back like Big Jack from Tekken ***Chorus*** It's born-born, young Lord so raise your swords It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (2X) [Instrumental for the next 1:17] Build StrongYo yo confused but yet wise my problem surrounds me, a lot of things upset me, as my soul rejects me Enemy of self physical.....listen, let me tell you about.. Yo yo confused but yet wise my problem surrounds me A lot of things upset me as my soul rejects me Enemy of self physically enslaved By the luxuries of this world so I behave Like a man inside the grave Who's life is lost I want the promised gold but can't afford the cost Or could I, I know the prescribed laws Any effect is a result of the cause Of lies and delusions to myself I have lied Burning inside wanting to open wide And scream The name of the supreme But I'm trapped in this world Lusting for girls Therefore I imagine a genie and a wish And searching for things that just does not exist But in the midst there's the answer for which I have searched Cause from me springs divine prince rakeem And that is me the master of equality With the ability To set myself free But b.o.b.b.y He don't want to die He don't want to die he don't want to try So I'm forced to cry And get trapped up for living my life inside a lie These problems surround me A lot of things upset me As my soul rejects me Enemy of my self physically enslaved By the luxuries of this world so I behave Like a man inside the grave Who's life is lost I want the promised gold but I can't afford the cost Or could I, I heard of the prescribed laws Any effect is a result of the cause Of lies and delusions to myself I have lied Burning inside and wanting to open wide And scream The name of the supreme But I'm trapped in this world I'm lusting for girls Before I imagined a genie and a wish And I'm searching for things that does not exist But in my midst there's the answer For which I have searched Cause from me springs the divine prince rakheem And that is me the master of equality Give myself the opportunity And set free and be all I can be Be all I can be And not a nigga just trapped up in luxury Yo bobby digitial got to get knowledge of his self right now As we go through the struggle of life we got to go from boy to man We start off as sperm to baby baby to man from man to dead man And from dead man back to sand All praises due to allah the most high word up I got to be free I got to be free I got to break free I got to break free I got to break free I got to break..... My Lovin’ is Digi[Intro: RZA] Protect your girl from Bobby Digital [Hook: Force MD's] (x3) Sometimes! I find! Someone, fuckin with my pussy My money and my ride Tuck my nine inside my hoodie Sometimes! I find! [Chorus: Ms. Roxy] Catch me if you can Lovin' Rocks laced in a band Nothin', compares where my niggas from Ride shotgunin' , Bobby keep the love comin' I'm sittin pretty and my lovin is Digi [Verse 1: Bobby Digital] Fresh dipped out my laboratory Just dropped down bout 40 stories Hit the ground, you analog cats ain't got nothin for me Red and blue mismatched shoe, Havana Joe Wu-Wear bandana Play you Vegas type hoes silly, like Dan Tanna Bubble Hilfiger Goose, gold rope thick as hangman noose She had the honey blonde hair mixed, with the chocolate mousse Butterfly tattoo, Boo, let me holla at you And I'll change that tattoo to a Wu-Tang tattoo New York City ditty bop type slang, girl let's smoke a blantz Hit the Jack Danz, and after that we could dance With the Black Widow, gold Benz with the chrome griddle Fat juicy lips, ebony let me taste your spittle Chorus (except last line) [Bobby Digital] Hair wrapped like Angela Bassett for Malcolm X Ice cold golden texts, cassette of Inspectah Deck Uncontrolled substance, earring inside her belly button And one inside her Power-U she said she use for nuttin SCREAM ON IT, Bobby the black Green Hornet Girl DREAM ON IT, I put the Killa Bee sting on it Rejuvenated, honey kept her throat lubricated Let off so much Chi, ginseng couldn't recuperate it Back scratchin, eyes squintin, Dusk to Dawn Quentin Tarantino type porn, like Lewinsky-Bill Clinton Suck it down with no commercial Good Power Universal Self Savior Why B.O.B.B.Y.! Chorus [Bobby Digital] Girl SCREAM ON IT, Bobby the black Green Hornet C'mon DREAM ON IT, the Killa Bee sting on it Screw the top off the boilin pot, girl you must be boilin hot Sit on my unfalling cock, let me strike your G spot Chorus [Bobby Digital] Yo, kept a nigga well-fed, put seven braids in my head Pillow soft as cobweb, Egyptian cotton bedspread Lyin deep between the legs, I mix the sperm with the eggs Bust off about a keg, she called it creamy nutmeg Chorus [Bobby Digital] Throw on my high beams Her breasts was like two scoops of ice cream I scream, you scream, we all want, ice cream Bone until she fall asleep, she can have a nice dream I scream, you scream, we all want the ice cream Chorus + "and my lovin is Digi.. And my lovin is Digi.. And my lovin, and my lovin And my lovin is Digi" Down-town! Fury in My Eyes/Revenge[Hook: Thea Van Seijen] Oh woe, these tears I've held And yet I've no regret Been all this time in pain I've felt insane [Verse 1: RZA] Fury in my eyes, sword on my side Escape death to become immortalized Afro on my head, the black Samurai Number One, I bring my whole nation alive I'm the leader of the Clan, you can tell from the headband Spirit of God, become one inside man Accept all challengers, leave 'em in bandages This sword won't cease 'till my enemy vanishes [Hook II: Thea Van Seijen] And so the tables have turned Coming out with you and I burned Were these sweet memories? In Revenge [Verse 2: RZA] Yo, I'm the master o' disaster, no one swing the sword faster I warned you, there'll be tears after the laughter Now I'm thirty years, after the rapture More blood will be spilt, we start a new chapter Fury in my eyes, sword on my side Afro on my head, I'm the black Samurai Number One, I bring my whole nation alive Escape death, to become immortalized [Hook: Thea Van Seijen] Oh woe, these tears I've held And yet I've no regret Been all this time in pain I've felt insane [Hook II: Thea Van Seijen] And so the tables have turned Coming out with you and I burned Were these sweet memories? In Revenge [Verse 3: RZA] Yo, yo Dogs out to chase these cats, in the jungle Rats wanna snatch that cheese, in the jungle Bears want honey from bees, in the jungle Birds wanna nest in the trees, in the jungle Squirrels try'nna catch a nut, in this jungle Pigs wild around in the mud, in this jungle Lions on the hunt for the beef, in these jungles Hyena roll around thirty deep, in these jungles Try'nna snatch ice from the penguins, while I'm stingling I see Shorty Wop, she got those earrings jingling They jingling, baby, I heard Ringling Barnum & Bailey was in this place, shit is crazy What's a man to do in this jungle? Live life on the humble, in the jungle When hamsters come and try to snatch a crumb from you What a man 'pose to do, in this jungle? If you could talk to animals in this jungle Would you allow the slouth to come amongst you Would you break bread, or instead Get the thirty-thirty scope and put one in your head Put one in the head? (Put one in the head) [Hook II: Thea Van Seijen] And so the tables have turned Coming out with you and I burned Were these sweet memories? In Revenge Open Letter to Paul WalkerThis song, entitled "Destiny Bends" was written last night after hearing the tragic news of the loss of a good man named Paul Walker. I met Paul on the set of the film Brick Mansion, where we talked, laughed, and exchanged ideas of life and fatherhood. I only knew him personally for less than a year, but we knew each other through our work and art. We saw in each other a kindred spirit of men coming from unlikely circumstances, and rising to be the light and beacon of our family and loved ones. Men who learned the joy and pains of love in life, and success, while coming to realize that nothing is more important than family, friendship, and the brotherhood of humanity. Millions of people get to know an artist or movie star through their work, but few are allowed to cross each others' paths and see through the veil of stardom and find the common denominator that we share. As all physical things will decay and wither away, film, art, and music remain longer than the vessel that delivered them. In this vein, the one thing we can't take away or give back is time. So, thus, time is the most precious gift. I dedicated my time to compose this song with my two sons and new friend Will Wells, who was kind enough to sing and perform it for me. We dedicate it to Paul Walker. A good man. We had plans to continue working with each other in the future. It seemed destined, but "destiny bends". *Note* This song is not for criticism, it's just a sketch demo. Please enjoy and reflect. Your comrade in the struggle, RZA Love Jones[Intro: Angel Cake (RZA)] C'mon Bobby, turn off that loud shit Damn, I wanna hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you (You know, a nigga, knahmsayin Goin through all that shit in the streets n shit The hip-hop shit, only shit keep a nigga mind in) I hear you, but it's all about me and you right now (Word) Just take off your shirt Cause I wanna massage your back and your shoulders (My little Buttercup, yaknahmean? You a Buttercup girl) Oh is that right? (Yeah) Well, I got Love Jones for you (Word, tell me about it) [Hook: Angel Cake] Love Jones, I got a Love Jones I got a Love Jones For you Love Jones, I got a Love Jones I got a Love Jones For you [Verse 1: RZA] Yo girl you shinin like a brand new spankin black Glock Or a thousand hundred dollar bills inside a shoebox Exotic bird, special blend of selected fine herbs Make me wanna kick my bitch to the curb Shaped like a naked statue, but look sacred Candy to a baby y'know, I'm ready to take it She spread your wings like a peacock Girl you be the bomb, and Bobby be shellshocked! Behold as I shape and mold your formless globe Into a perfect O, and breathe the breath of life into your nose With the fragrance of a fresh pink rose And stroll into your eyes, the windows to your soul And choose the best part, the dark pupil I chose Your heart was mutual, into the center I dove Backstroke in your abyss like a fish Countin every thought and dream and wish, that exists within six She was filled with pleasures, of all measures But never took the time to discover, her own sunken treasure Unlock the jewelry box, knowledge rose to the top The distilled back in the fine mists, that gave birth to the crops And seas, that brought us together, for the better We could never seperate so maintain your stormy weather So maintain the stormy weather Word up, and let's walk these dogs together Boo [Hook] [Verse 2: RZA] Yo, Power Equality, Allah C's Everything my Queen Whattup Love, won't you just slide under my wings So we can take flight, to the edge of the night And like doves, we makin love above the bright moonlight You know I fills you, so let my love pass and spill through Your sexual vessels, that bless you then fills you Up with knowledge and wisdom you understandin That bring forth the power refines your whole planet She couldn't maintain this heavy slang that I dropped upon her She claimed it never rains, down in Southern California Bein a black man is most prominant and all dominant I couldn't wait to get her home so I could explore her dark continent And put my fountain, between her hills and mountains Impingin every square inch of her circumfrence I was countin Twelve trillion, four hundred and seventy-eight billion One hundred and eighteen million, four hundred thousand ways To make children, by buildin Detected a fine mist but couldn't resist, I told her "You wanna travel inside my head and see if you could rise above six?" Then tilt her at the axis then bent her at her equator And stuck the dynamite deep inside the crater [Hook] Brooklyn Babies[Tiffany] Bobby, I'm tired of yo' shit, nigga! I'm tired of you comin' in at 3 o'clock in the fuckin' mornin' Nigga, you got a fuckin' family here You act like you don't fuckin' know that shit Nigga, what the fuck? Born up in Kings County [Hook 1 - Force MD's] Digital, these niggas should be crazy Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby This how, this is my life.. [RZA] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, YO A Brooklyn baby, I was born up in King's County Inside the womb seven months before the Queen found me Up in wroughty Brownsville with fiends around me Now roam gat in Staten with Cream Team around me They called me Bobby, Cousin Billy got the black Harley Taught his son how to snipe cats like Lee Harvey Oswald, all's well that ends well My big brother Divine, he pushed the Benz well I got the cherry Range, known for rockin' heavy chains I'm from the tribe of men who would bury Kings On the back of the A-train, my daydream Should I make a phat hit or should I take CREAM? From the Clan that taught you cats Cash Rules I make slow grind tracks, you grab ass too Give respect to the Prince when he pass through Might have a chocolate deluxe in a glass shoe Cousin Billy, known to strap the black uzi Shoot you in front of the Jakes like Jack Ruby Live on TV where you see B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L (A-L!), things ain't too well [Hook 1] [Hook 2 - Force MD's] Digital, these niggas should be crazy Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby This is how I live my life.. [Masta Killa] Yeah.. Peace Lafyetee, Stuyvessant, Malcolm X Shot dice on green, we live from Pulaski y'all It's Fred Glassy, zig-zag-zig through traffic Get the herb, get the God, peace Ra' What's the word on things? Through the phone I heard the bangin' sounds In the background, layin' down I'm spittin' what the people missin' We extreme with the murder type theme Don't sleep, get ya head split to the white meat Big guns, down South we blaze Shippin' bodies back up North, it's the Weston Wild Texan, no trespassin' Long mics hit the dead arm Planet Earth, home of Islam Brooklyn, I was physically born, clothes torn Rough tacklin' the streets, Allah Math' spin techniques We bring heat to the block party, drinkin' Bacardi Baggin' shorties for the homies who ain't here [Hook - both to fade] [Tiffany {​​​​*overlapped by Hook*}​​​​] Bobby, that's right, you ain't shit, nigga You ain't shit, but a big dick and a mothafuckin' cheque All that fuckin' Brooklyn shit, Shaolin shit Nigga, grow the fuck up! What the fuck is up with you, nigga? You ain't shit, nigga Comin' in high off that shit What the fuck? I'm tired of yo' shit What the fuck is that shit anyway? What the fuck? And your cousin Billy, I'm sick of that mothafucka That mothafucka could never come up in this Mothafuckin' house ever again He's a criminal mothafuckin' gangsta, see that shit? A criminal, I'm sick of that shit I'm sick of yo' shit, Bobby {​​​​*echoes*}​​​​ Brooklyn this, Shaolin that What the fuck, nigga? I don't know why I love your stupid ass anyway Pssh.. but I do love you Bobby Glocko Pop[Woman over vocoder] Digital Electronics! [Intro - RZA (Jammie Sommers)] So we gon' check the 25th caller Caller? (Hello?) Caller, you're on the air (Yeah, hello?) You're on the air, sweetheart (Hello, yeah, I'd like to make a request Yeah, I wanna hear somethin Digital) Oh yeah? (That means somethin that's gonna keep me up and turn Me on) Well, I got this new joint, the Glocko Pop (Glocko Pop?) Yeah, Glocko Pop (Oh, I love that song! Oh my God!) Here it is, just for you, sugar [RZA] Bobby Digital back on the set Watch girl's pussies get wet wet wet wet wet Drip drip drip drip, drop drop drop drop Hip-hop you just can't stop stop stop stop Watch my Glock Glock Glock Glock Glock It goes pop pop pop pop pop My Glocko pop pop pop My Glockoes pop pop pop His rugged go pop pop pop pop You stomp the fuck off yo' block My Glockoes pop pop pop My Glocko pop pop pop (x4) You stomp the fuck off yo' block My Glocko pop pop pop Bob Digi-tech live in effect, you just didn't expect One man to come along and bring a new song And break your barrier down, you can't carry the sound Buckwild juvenile from Shaolin Island, what? What? Who wants to get violent? Remain silent My Glocko pop pop pop My Glocko pop pop pop His Glocko pop pop pop His Glocko pop pop pop My son go pop pop pop My gun go pop pop pop His Glocko pop pop pop One love, go pop pop pop His love go pop pop pop [Method Man (Masta Killa)] Yo.. who wanna play the hero? Your chances are slim Less than zero, Shaolin laboratory friend That's the shit though, came to satisfy but can't get no Sound pasified from the get-go, Cuban neckties for you Kiko Only carry mines for protection, the hoods like the Wild West I reckon Hold up a second, lost my breathe and Take it from the top Introducin'! (Mr. Method) Runnin in your session With nothin but my words as my weapon And twenty-eight years of aggression Do it for my people when I take it back Like I'm repo-man, agent double-oh negro Know who I am? No, I don't give a damn Evil, flash a Crooked I like I'm Deebo Gets down and dirty like your moms pots and pans From a small town, drink ya down like Shazaam! This is how ya Enter the Wu-Tang Clan (Yeah) 36 Chambers, you're pu-tang man (Word) Brothers with a mic make a true slang fan(Yeah) Brother with a gun make the loot change hands (Word) That's how it is, you could ask RZ-A Through rain, hail or snow I deliver [Interlude - Jammie Sommers] DJ, that music just turns me on [Masta Killa] The marvelous bone crushin assassin appears to be Blind in glasses Daredevil bang head with shovel Iron skin, Tony Starks, liquid metal The rebel in the evenin, shadows sweapens, vanishin The book of instruction, fuckin with the Wu-Tang Production Is lord to all who come and see, my art too deadly to teach Read my death touch, ascended grief between each point Slendid, hand Swingin Sword recommended Slice through the bone intended Try to sketch the classes, reflection of perfection Mic-phone swing like numb stick to scar Mohammed Ali, mic MC, Shakwan walk the dead sea Dead sea, Digi.. [Streetlife] Yo, yo.. yo.. My mind keeps playin tricks, I'm caught up in The Matrix Digital mode, your flows is all wasted You smoke weed with seeds, I crush mines and lace it Two tokes a pass, kid it's all basic I know you lust, so relax and be patient As soon as I spark the stem, ya all taste it Number one on the charts, it's time to erase it Replace it, you was wack from the start, face it [Interlude - Jammie Sommers] DJ, that music just turns me on [RZA] My Glocko pop pop pop His love go pop pop pop My Glocko pop pop pop (x5) You stomp the fuck off yo' block My Glocko pop pop pop His Glocko pop pop.. [Outro - Jammie Sommers] DJ, that music just turns me on Put Your Guns Down[RZA] Niggas never grow up, some drink til they throw up Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up Grass junkies, drunk on that Brass Monkey Walk around wit the brain of a Crash Dummie How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me? You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie Culture this I God, all inside your iPod Cuz my squad, nigga is die hard [Hook 2X: Startel] Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's getting colder Hood's like Iraq, and I'm just a soldier [RZA] Niggas creep, yo, check it, yo, yo Welcome to the City of God, where it's gritty and hard And these dogs walk around at least, fifty a squad Saying give me a yard, trynna, split me a broad Maybe, spit me a dart, so I could, get me a car Niggas creep, half can't read or speak Shoot the whole crib, buckwild like Little Zeke From the slums, yeah, we be the blind, deaf and dumb We got six year old sons, knowing how to use a gun They would shoot and don't think about it, won't even blink about it Go home, lay on momma breast, nigga, drink about it So while you huff and you puff, like you rough and tough Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs [Hook] [RZA] Nobody understands me, not even my family Most important man on the planet, still they ban me Instead of giving praises and revealing a Grammy They'd rather see me stressed out, concealing my jammy Hoping I got smoked out and broke like Sammy Spent the wheel of fortune then get struck wit a whammy Never that, black, I got my act together How can hip hop be dead when Wu-Tang is forever? [Hook 2X] Kiss of a Black Widow[Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA)] Let me tell y'all all something motherfuckers (Oh you complaining about that man?) Yeah them motherfuckers belong to us Straight up, tell all ya'll motherfucking hoes Ya'll motherfuckers know what's the fucking time You think we don't love you motherfuckers? Run in to the motherfucking courts with all that bullshit motherfuka I'm letting all ya'll motherfuckers know I'm getting tired a that shit You motherfucking triple breed motherfuckers Bitches we love you motherfucka [Verse 1: RZA] Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical Laid the fuck up inside the hospital It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch had me jinx wid hijinx Cuban linx snatched from my neck It was the sex This 12 ounce bottle of Beck's had me drunk One night laid up wit the Ol' Dirt and ten bags of skunk Just met this ho last month Lookin' like a Benz with a woofer in the trunk I pushed up like a push-up stick One hand up near my cheek the other hand was holdin' my dick I said "Power equal.. Boo!" Where's your people? I be Bobby D-I-G-I-tal (Is that right?) Word, and exact Girl you got a smile that a make a nigga heart crack (For real?) Word, ya grill like a thousand dollar bill Close your eyes count to three and click you heels And we could end up at my place face to face Butt-naked I'll invade your inner space *Sniff* Straight up boo Damn I can taste it! One drop of sperm the God wouldn't waste it Over the quilt I rather put it inside you so your breast be filled with milk And we could lay up And I could squeeze until it tilts My house built on stilts is bangin' like the Hilton Look, now how you feelin' gimme some feeback boo cause I need that (Look Bobby where's the beer and the weed at?) What girl? shit I got more than a little She set me up for the kiss of the black widow [Verse 2: O.D.B] You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit Cause the way that I'mma dress this style is mad wild Enough to make a crowd of women scream Oww! Whether at a party or just in bed Or thoughts of Ason bitch keep that in your head My beats are funky my rhymes is funky Sometimes I say well motherfucka what's the recipe? I don't know! I ask my mama, she don't know! Go ask ya poppa.... It's all about me in the place to be Nigga you all that uhhh.... Motherfucka that shit is jinxed it's mad Motherfucking game and it's a God-damn shame How many motherfuckas wanna know this name, Ason Yo I LIKE GOING pass the break! Shake and motivate, stimulate [Verse 3: RZA] By this wiz that you dying to have in your clutch Fall in love like a drug Call out into her love flood Fuckin' so much, dunn you'll only bust blood Caught inside the scud-missle grip like tissue Now I'm laid up inside the hospital Bobby Digital's on critical Cause the testicles is drained [Outro: RZA] Huh huh Nah I ain't doing it right, right? Huh Bong Bong[Intro - RZA + U-God]: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on Yeah, my nigga, come on This is Digital, this is sizzlin' It's like a vamp, it's like a genie in the land Yo [Hook x2 - RZA & Beretta 9] Bong bong, bong bong, BZA, bong bong, bong bong... [Intro - RZA] (Beretta 9): Come on! All my real niggas push up to the front (word up) Oh shit, look at shorty over there Caramel deluxe type bitch, yo [RZA] Ain't know she suck dick like that With those big fat lips and those hips like that She said "Bobby, why you spit like that? And why you Shaolin Gods push whips like that?" I said "Ho, we got chips like that And Park Hill niggas make flips like that" And Brass Monkey, yea we sip like that And we might get drunk and empty clips like that Then again the Gods build like that Yo Kinetic, tell em son, we keep it real like that [Beretta 9] Carry 9s all the time it's concealed like that Honey-dipped blunts, we get high like that Yo we dipped every day, yo we fly like that Bitches always sayin "Why you talk like that?" We B-Boy niggas, you know we walk like that [RZA] Why them R&B niggas tryin to sing like that? And you fake crossovers tryin to bling like that? You know, my clique snatch ice like that Take it down to the scale and get a price like that [Beretta 9] Snub in the club, don't be nice like that Catch a body and escape, pull a heist like that [RZA] Up front, up front, come on, come on [Hook x2] [RZA] Check it [Madam Cez] Y'all niggas talkin shit We out here tryin to get paid in a major way Come on I rock a six like that From my dubs in the club, sippin Cris' like that Pop a bitch, turnin trick, get my ish like that Check the ice, lookin nice on my wrist like that I'm the shit like that, dicky-dick like that Roll with baller sheist types that be sick like that Set up shop on your block, flip a brick like that It's the Wu comin thru with a chick like that Sticky spit like that, what? [Beretta 9] What? What? Nine inches, ho, we packin dick like that Six on the dice, we rollin licks like that Half a mil on the deal, we politic like that Remember '94, we sold mix like that [RZA] 4 Sho, the whole crew used to sling like that [Beretta 9] Indeed, you know the fam, we was the king at that [RZA] Guaranteed, now it's Killa Bee sting like that And I'll punch you in the head with pointed rings like that And why's this fuckin crab bleedin like that? While you crack-head bitches treatin seeds like that My nigga Johnny Blaze smoke weed like that And the Killa Bee Clan run the streets like that Big Bobby makin beats like that Platinum on the wall, son I eats like that [Beretta 9] Damn, you 85's eatin swine like that We ain't tryin to be cause y'all blind like that [RZA] To all my thugs or who smoke like that And you coke-head niggas sniffin coke like that And you ecstasy cats poppin dope like that It's all love cause we folk like that Guaranteed, now we bout like that Kinetic 9, Bob Digi [Beretta 9] Yo we out like that [Hook x2] [RZA] For y'all niggas gettin high we go like this Bong bong.. Pop that shit.. [Hook x2] We Pop[Intro: Tash Mahogany] Gettin' money til the day we fall We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall [Verse 1: RZA] Double barrel shotgun (Blaow), pop son I told nigga, just not run I saw him on 205th in Fordham This dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!) I blown ya, you need a blood donor My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (Girl) Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes? I flow checks, one followed by six O's (Six O's) I got hoes, in codes, in different areas Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin' I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman) Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin' Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction? [Chorus: ShaCronz & ODB, (Free Murda)] We pop, we brawl Get money til the day we fall (Yeah) My Glock (My Glock), my four (My four) Throw shots through your bedroom door (Bedroom door) From the P's to the morgue Cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York) We pop (Pop), we brawl (Brawl) Get money til the way we fall [Verse 2: ShaCronz] Come on, let's cut the crap, money I've been gettin' this rap money Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money Act funny, ya'll make me laugh (Ha-ha) Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass These lazy ass labels — fuck you! Pay me cash My crazy path promoted me into a Mercedes class [Chorus: ShaCronz & ODB, (Free Murda)] We pop, we brawl Get money til the day we fall (Yeah) My Glock (My Glock), my four (My four) Throw shots through your bedroom door (Bedroom door) From the P's to the morgue Cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York) We pop (Pop), we brawl (Brawl) Get money til the way we fall [Verse 3: Free Murda] Yeah.., all ya'll can see is the back of my jersey Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey Off to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey Shame on a Nigga, take it back to Dirty Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty Seconds, got the world's greatest record And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest record This Division, all the ladies respect it Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still Til they look like they came out of George Foreman grill Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them crills Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill' Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills [Chorus: ShaCronz & ODB, (Free Murda)] We pop, we brawl Get money til the day we fall (Yeah) My Glock (My Glock), my four (My four) Throw shots through your bedroom door (Bedroom door) From the P's to the morgue Cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York) We pop (Pop), we brawl (Brawl) Get money til the way we fall [Outro: Tash Mahogany & Lady Platinum] We pop, we brawl Get money til the day we fall We pop (We brawl), we brawl (We brawl) Get money til the day we fall (We Fall) We pop (We pop), we brawl (We brawl) Get money til the day we fall (We Fall) We pop (We pop), we brawl (We brawl) Get money til the day we fall (We Fall) See the Joy[Intro: sample] See the joy of life beginning See the joy of life beginning Oh sweet joy! A brand new baby boy [Verse: RZA] My mind flashed back to the early moon When I was just a sperm cell in the fallopian tube In the midst of a state of triple darkness Going through a struggle so I could exist Avoiding everything that came within my path As I watch other sperm cells get ripped in half One out of a million completes the job And for the other sperm cells the womb is a graveyard Though my travels I had to pass through A lot of battles and violent hassles 'Cause inside the womb I was a foreign object I'm like a new nigga walking through the project Trouble, everywhere I turn Damn it's a struggle just being a sperm Cell, so I attempt to prevail I guess the womb is the first stage of hell Now here I am in the danger zone My head and my tail, my 23 chromosomes But then again yo it can't be that bad 'Cause my dad he could have used a body bag And if so then my tomb Would have been the trash can inside my mom's bedroom But they was fucking, they was true to this And here I go on a mission to the uterus A million motherfuckers tried to race ahead But I was the one that fertilized the egg Then I thought then I was safe Because I reached home base But oh no my job wasn't done In fact my troubles had only begun Life is a struggle, life is the struggle Life is the struggle c'mon [Outro: sample] See the joy of life beginning See the joy of life beginning Oh sweet joy! A brand new baby boy Gone[Intro: Justin Nozuka] Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone… [Hook: Justin Nozuka] Woke up this morning, hoping It was all a nightmare, you’re gone Tried to get out of my bed I couldn’t find no reason, you’re gone It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again And my heart aches, cause I’ll never see you again You’re gone… [RZA] Man how I long, to see your physical form When you left me, a part of my soul got torn How could a body turn cold, that was once so warm How could the spark of Allah, in your heart be gone Who could replace the space, of Unique Ason I know you’d rather I’d be strong, and not waste time to mourn They say that life goes on Especially when I see the face of your first born When he’s rocking on stage with no shirt on Or in the hotel lobby, getting those birds on Through our seeds we could all reach eternity Peace and blessings, have a safe journey I had dreams of us laughing, drinking beer Chasing girls, fill the world with our ideas Then I wake up, and look up, and you’re not there But in my third eye, I know that you’re still here Because, through our seeds we all reach eternity Peace and blessings, it’s just another journey [Hook] [Justin Nozuka] Looked out the window and stared at the sun I couldn’t see the light, I couldn’t see, oh lord, you’re gone You’re gone [Kobra Khan] Aiyo, I can’t stop the thoughts coming out of my mind In a broken place is where you’re eventually find This pain, on both sides, can’t deny Memories of you and I takes us back in time Where we used to be together, no matter, the stormy weathers I would ramble with, nothing could ever break us apart And sometimes would get under the pressure, cause people jealous But your memory would be here forever, kept in my heart This is more than you’ll ever know, me and you inseparable Never do we let it show, it’s so hot I’ll let you go Thought it would last forever, guess I was wrong And time goes by so fast, and now you’re gone [Hook: Justin Nozuka] It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again And my heart aches, cause I’ll never see you again You’re gone… [Justin Nozuka] My blood pumps with anger and sorrow and liquor Tell me how, can I live without you now that you’re gone? You’re gone [RZA] Against all odds and against all squads And against all evil trying to come against God We stand with the iron rod, you wield the ?sword? I use softness to conquer the heart I’m Divine Prince Master Rakeem Allah Earth bound, but my mind’s in the stars Things are reborn, life always change form Man must reform to make the heart calm Drunkenness, leads to non-awakeness Causing him, to look upon his father’s nakedness When the truth is heard, there’s no forsakin it That which is forbidden, we don’t partake in it [Hook: Justin Nozuka] It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again And my heart aches, cause I’ll never see you again You’re gone… Chi Kung[Verse 1: RZA] The grand ultimate supreme, no extremedies We use Tai Chi to deflect off our enemy Five poisons, from the Clan there's no Remedy We dispell the smell of wickedness in our vicinity Bobby, the atomic, Islamic, bomb-droppin' Appear in your atmosphere like the comet Heading to the Western Hemisphere, non-stoppin' Strikin' the belly of the sea to make it vomit Things of beings is unseen by men In shapes and form, never been dreamed by men The word of God, always intervene with sin From insight, my inner-light beams within Pin-point focus, move silently un-noticed When you attack, I fall back in the wind like the lotus Put the soul in the track like my name was Otis Pain in my heart and your chance is hopeless For you to win, a change is gonna come You heare the "suuuu"?, Wu-Tang is gonna come And my vocals, they gonna bang on the drum You go against the grain you will hang from ya tongue So.. [Hook: RZA (Feathers)] (Love) love (Love) love (thugs) thugs This is in yo' club (club) Nigga pass the mothafuckin' drugs (drugs) [Verse 2: RZA] I’m pretty sure he says, oh shaboobaloop To my soundwave there's no sonic solution No Pro Tools to edit or out-date my producin' Form like crystals, mushrooms after the missile We strike into the hip-hop bone, of the gristle And my thoughts be the marrow, son I'm the narrow Tube inside the gun that's released through the barrel And the words travel in lead, expandin' high-speeds With the hole in ya head, and filled up you With the, knowledge of self I dropped out of school, I went to the college of self And I pertained my wealth, B-O-B-B, when y'all niggas see me I'm like Godzilla stompin' over Mount Fiji Or Rodan with the wingspan, Prince Rakeem can Rocks to the solo or combine with my team and Spit like the calico, welcome to the Alamo Bop-bop-bop, you know how you cowards go [Hook: RZA] (Love) love (Love) love (thugs) thugs Welcome back to my hip-hop club! [Verse 3: Beretta 9] Psycho-menace, downin' a Guiness Strictly bidness, while I'm in this Flip on a nigga like a gymnast Put a knot on ya head, the size of Grimace Bitch, jumpin' out ya speaker Huntin' for yo' egg like it's Easter Although I come in peace, I would just like to say peace to Scallywags, skeezers, and I don't really need ya You don't understand why I don't understand either Now shit's gettin' deep, you should've thought a lot deeper It's my time to get over and I got on my blinker So I write and I spit on the mic, so you can feel What is truth, what is right and what's not Yo I must kill the ideal and enlight this Earth And yo I will give birth to a light that lives to keep it real All through research, I learned in schools, not even Church Can enstill, these words are jewels so you can heal Still I search, and I works real hard, I need a deal And with speed 'cuz it hurts indeed Yo can you feel? my heart still pumps the blood that makes me bleed All real and the pastor's best and I always will, do my thing [RZA] Yo let me know son, yo.. X.O. Hennessey, Jack Daniel or Tennesee Whisky, got these groupie bitches actin' frisky [Beretta 9] Searchin for that Bill like Lewinsky All over my pants lookin' for a Jim Brownski [Cilvaringz] Ringz and Partnerz, Wu-Tang is how we fuck up Helsinki Oh shit, Kinetic, Bobby Steeles Origin/Barrakjudah, Wu-Tang Forever motherfuckers [Hook: RZA (Feathers)] (Love) love (Love) love (thugs) thugs This is in yo' club (club) Nigga pass the mothafuckin' drugs (drugs) Fuck What You Think[Intro: RZA] Yo, yo, fuck what you think Fuck what you think [Hook: RZA] It's about what you know, so fuck what you think Twenty-one and over to drink Nineteen and over to fuck Sixteen and over to pack A twelve year old kid got bucked [Verse 1: RZA] The sweet premium classic lay your ass flat as a mattress Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme facious Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wet All your bitch saw was the black silhouette Of the dark ninja, Lion King of the jungle, Simba Cut the roof to your family tree, timber Me and Dr. Strange in the black reign smokin chimneys Fat Cappadonna tape stuck inside my Benzi The blue coats is comin, the red coats is comin The fed coats is comin, the wet heads is comin I heard Dirt was up in Rikers fuckin a female C.O Wu-Tang keep it on the D-low Third eye is a trillion million watt gigabyte Insight like bright, can't find this on your website Everglow superior to your inferior material Verbal serial murder, givin you pussy cats venereal Injections, lethal injections, ran from house Left the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle like jigsaw Struggled for charisma, yo [Hook] It's about what you know, so fuck what you think Nineteen and over to fuck Twenty-one and over to drink Sixteen and over to pack A twelve year old kid got bucked [Verse 2: Islord] Aiyyo, rock head niggas who grab mics for the first time Get fronted on majorly once the God slides in On the scene, love-love in the place to be All-American lyrics, the top choice In this rap market from Now Y all the way to England Cuz my click be jinglin under Wu-Tang Productions That's quick to sell a million, then bounced on tour outta state Rap fiends was trapped in cells like hot cakes Faster than the rate of the Earth travel Which one-thousand-thirty-seven and one third miles per hour And peace to the God Power for never fallin for nothin less Than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands placed in Golden suitcases, slitted across the table To walk the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight [Verse 3: 9th Prince] Yo, I build with the great minds of Africa RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Hill side strangler Captured you in thirty-six gas chambers North American, Arabian, halftone dark Indian 9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill themselves Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites Prepared for battles, devils try to raid the castles Got tackled by the rebels, the plate in my head is heavy metal Lyrical chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for symantecs The international civil war assassins Geographical, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear aropostles Sounds posible, cuz regardless visual English grammer, mental examiner I shock the world like the death of Princess Diana Reverse psychology on technology, accept no apologies The penalty is to cut off your arms and feet Poetry teachers are speechers seepin through the speakers My fans will become die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders [Interlude: RZA] Fuck what you think Fuck what you think Fuck what you think [Hook x2] It's about what you know, so fuck what you think Twenty-one and over to drink Nineteen and over to fuck Sixteen and over to pack A twelve year old kid got bucked [Outro: RZA] Word up, Fuck what you think Word up, yo Take Sword Pt. I[Intro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample] "Take the sword" "The sword?" "Come on, give me the sword" "Huh?" "Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win" "My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques" "Pick up the sword!" [RZA] Yo, ayo; chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under tons of rubble Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab shit Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers And leather Old Testament copies, I'll probably Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn My clique fucking sick, nigga, learn, baby, learn I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne They bite ya dick off, after swallowing your sperm They slice ya fucking throat while you lay there and squirm They related to the judge, so the case get adjourned You chumps are in trouble, boy, I said tongue pays double, boy I"m trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy I put your head in a puddle, buried under tons of rubble Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles Frickles and fragles, nigga, you're too fragile Motherfucker, my brain is on Scrabble! [Beretta 9] Aiyo, back for this annual conference, confronted on You wack MC's, it's duck season, the hunt is on What B9 squeezing and game is locked, a run upon Thinking that you were the shit, nah, that's once upon I doubt my run while you sit, I bust my gun from the hip Why even make you a song, and when you ain't worth a skit My niggas kill for the sum, and the'll be cursed for the flick Probably til midnight until, scheeming on pussy to split And then we back like crack, nigga, take a swig of that Twist a twenty sack of black, figure, oh he a good kid Such a nice smile he has, oh one more state Then I whip it on that ass, slip slipping in the grass Sip sipping on the glass, now I'm dipping down the ave [Outro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample] "Take the sword" "The sword?" "Come on, give me the sword" "Huh?" "Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win" "My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques" Good Night[Intro: RZA w/ Tamika Layton moaning] Ahh... love is love... yeah... Digi, Digi, bong, bong, banging you long Whop, pop, who pop, then bang bang boom Shabobalee, shabizzy.. [Hook 2X: Thea] Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm, and hold you tight [RZA] Your dynamite antics, drove me to your magic Merrily down the stream, you got me going frantic Enchanted by your kiss, the apple's gigantic In your Atlantic abyss, I'mma sink my Titanic Granted your wish can be captured on candid camera Oh shit, I got to pamper you With this hand-trick gambit, open handed Edible panties, no need for the hamper We can spread out on the floor like Pampers Chanting Karma Sutra, you got me speaking Spanglish Mamacita, fuck semantics God damn it, you understand it? I'm about to blow like somebody pushed the panic You fever the gene that Yacub sub-planted Shape and mold ya body just like ceramics Big valley rodeo style, above to stand with Dream, dream, cream, cream Legs open, I'm in between You quench and scream, I split your gene My chi, my yi, my shit, my jig My lee, my con, crown me Kong King Bottles of Ginseng, Jamaican ting Wood root, it's the ultra sheen Your flower being blossomed, pollinate like Spring [Hook 2X] [The Reverend William Burk] Love, love, love is in the air, fireplaces, winter time Bottles of wine, cuddled up with a friend of mine She a dime, and in her physical prime So every time we grind, she get a chill up her spine Sign is Virgo, she from Chicago She like my slow flow, and like my turbo I'm like yo, we can burn the herbal I got the purple, and you in my circle By them hips I can tell she fertile So I'mma take my time and as slow as a turtle And I like her verbals, that wine she gurgle, got her acting terrible And that ass is durable, had her bent over in the Bentley convertible The girl was beautiful, my flow was surgical, and now I'm preferable [Hook 2X] [Hook: Thea] When tonight chime, I taste your kiss I make a wish, for you When tonight chime, I feel your kiss I make your dreams come true [Crisis] She was gorgeous, wit an ass that make you cum fast like Porsches Face look like a portrait, body like a fortune Mills in small bills, and tar heels, flexing sex appeal Got my mind pondering, wandering how the sex would feel First to kill she'd be an assassin, main part of her attraction Was a chance to fast, stopped her and asked her name Compliment of the elegance, she blushed, respond with intelligence Her scent was heaven sent Offered me a drink, beautiful with dead presidents A few drinks later, we back at her residence Surprised, in 35, I was deep between her thighs When she came, she cried, looked me deep in my eyes and said [Hook] You’ll Never Know[Intro: RZA] One-two, one-two Mic check, one-two, one-two (You don't know, that I really love you) Yo, yo, You'll Never Know Check me out (You don't know, that I really love you) Yo, yo, yo [RZA] I love you like how birds love rose petals, Killarmy love full metal I love you like how the Park Hill cats love to pull metal The heat will make ya head whistle loud like a full kettle I come like the Meccan civilizin ya Roman Greco Chicago Bull bandana, I keep police scanners from fishes That try to splash me out like Daryl Hannah And blow my spot, no, I'm not the polka-dot I tote weight, sip Scotch, bust shots, smoke a lot My cousin Billy, yeah dun is silly, used to joke a lot Chased bitches, cut class, got high and stayed broke a lot So when the rent was due, D would grab the identical Twin gats and put a fuckin hole in your right ventricle Not sober yet, don't pose a threat, yo I hold a Tec Soda jet pack on my back blast like Boba Fett While you bickerin, this flame is still flickerin And the magnetic attraction to my wisdom keeps you listenin [Interlude: Cilvaringz] Yo, yo Choco bang that shit! Yeah, yeah (You don't know, that I really love you) Killa Beez, European Yo, yo, shut up! [Cilvaringz] Eh-yo, my sword so sharp I split the tweeters in ya Genelacs European Killa Beez attack, chk-chk-chk I never smoked blunts, tote weight, nor bust shots But fuck with me I guarantee you'll get ya neck chopped Be the haunting, dauntin, brothers won't fuck With The Wu-Tang swordsman, slowly get dropped When my Shaolin sword, swing at Nasty Immigrants with passports To teach Man, Woman and Child, with the sword style God, complete the presence It only takes seconds to chop a nigga head on RZA records But you a worthless effort, follow faster then leopards I can't wait to return to the fuckin essence Of hip-hop, yo, my shit chop constantly It's over when my shit drops, son, honestly I love the RZA and the whole Wu Academy For givin me a chance to be what I wanna be (What?) But you will never know how much... (I love the gods) [RZA] Do you think this cocked mic will jam or choke? Come on my nigga.. Listen yo.. Do you think this black mic will cock back, jam or choke? I should stick a long silver hook down your throat And snatch out your vocals, bitch my eyes is black opal Reflectin this 2.2 kilogram Mac that smoke you Fire ignitin' Northern Lights stuffed tight in chocolate Philly Lyrics pierce through the ear like the spear of Achilles Iron body Bobby Digital suit, don't bother to shoot Quicker than Clint when I draw the six shoo' Mortal Kombat whether it's the blind or the mute Cripple, or idiot, dun, the style's ridiculous Rapid flow got you petro, my voice echo, echoes Off the Wall Street money we stash like Gordon Gekko Gecko, gecko, let go my Eggo or feel my Eagle 4,5,6 in my hand, I hold the c-lo Whether knocking out pounds, ounces or straight kilos You know how we roll, it's a Killa Bee show And I love you like the pharoah loved Joseph, the Jews love Moses Like a man bendin down on one knee before he proposes Expressed in the faith of Abraham about to slay Isaac And the patience of Daniel in the lion's den with closed eyelids You'll never know, you'll never know... (You don't know, that I really love you) (You don't know that I'm really there) FearI was afraid as a child. I was afraid of everything. I was scared of water--I couldn't swim--I was scared of trucks on the turnpike, and mostly I was scared of ghosts. But at some point, I realized something. A ghost is something you create yourself--a man's mind makes it happen. If there were nobody on Earth, would a ghost still have a chance to spook somebody? No. You manifest ghosts through fear.      The words of Marcus Garvey resonated with me. He said, "Fear is a state of nervousness only fit for children. Men should not fear. The only thing man should fear is God. To fear anything other than God is to offend God." I carry that to this day: Enlightened men do not fear. So Fly[RZA] Yo, yo, back on the track Bound to make your neck snap Like riding the Scream Machine with no seat strap Bob, bitch, hot throb, bitch Get on your job, bitch, suck my knob, bitch And get the fuck out my face I ain't got no time and I ain't got no space I pop again until you're finished I'm charged up like Popeye and two cans of spinach Laid out in a beach in Venice Bitches all up in my grill like the dentist Talking "Bobby, when we're gon' party?" Big ass hoes with the pussy hair notty Smoke until the throat get groggy Fucking all night til the mirror go foggy Cute cat like Heathcliff, I speak with the speech Three gift, ginseng keep the meat stiff If you wanna take a sniff or a whiff, bitch Bow down, get the fuck on your knees And just don't squeeze my nuts too hard I won't slap your butt too hard But let me just fuck you hard Hard, hard --- listen [Hook: Free Murda] Ma, stop acting like you so fly When you know you a freak on the inside Ma, stop acting like you so fly See them rims, rotating on that G5 Ma, stop acting like you so fly You a dime, fat ass and them thick thighs Ma, stop acting like you so fly I'm trynna do nice things for the whole night [ShaCronz] You can catch Crizzy with a bad freak We got hoes that take care of us, my team's spoiled like bad meat We rotten like bad teeth, roll with mad heat TV's in the rearview, with armored glass seats If I like your butt, means I like the cut Weight on triple beams, bitch price is up Fight the rush, on sight, we like to bust Steel, hype as fuck, team nice as fuck, what? [RZA] I bring catarack on forty feet back And I bang rap beats over 43 tracks Wu-Wear fleece and a Gucci lenin Get drunk with the cops, fucking police women Playing poker with the squadron sergeant Get free food and clothes, muthafuck the bargain The black ghetto prince, leave no metal print Get put through the hood on the back of an elephant Police escort, gat in the JanSport Napsack, plus I just left court And I was late for that court date Because I was up all night fucking Strawberry Shortcake Bad Power Rule from out of Pelon Who had the pink & blue panties, do like the neon Lights, the free on ice, the ebon' life Clothes drop like one blow from the Leon fight, listen [Hook] [Outro: Free Murda] So fly, on the inside So fly, on that G5 Ma, stop acting like you so fly You a dime, fat ass and them thick thighs Ma, stop acting like you so fly I'm trynna do nice things for the whole night Do U[Intro: RZA and Method Man] Come on my niggas, yo.. Put your guns in your right hand and hold it down towards the floor Point all your guns down towards the floor for a minute Yeah, you could hold 'em, just point 'em down towards the floor For a sec, aight? (Yo y'all ain't fuckin' wit the Wu) We gon' splash like this, all my wild Digi heads (Y'all niggas is crook) Y'all niggas move a little up to the front Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' about Word up, my weedheads, y'all play the right for a second Nahmean? Check it out All y'all niggas on X, y'all keep y'all asses in the back Aight? Straight up, in fact, matter of fact We gon' mingle this shit like mothafuckin' peas in the mothafuckin' pot Straight up Digi Digi style, word up, as we splash you right (Yeah, yeah, my niggas is crew, now y'all ain't Fuckin' wit the Wu Oh now y'all.. come on!) [Verse 1: RZA] Walk wit a diddy bop ock, you silly pop, Jiffy Pop Fuck around, son, I'll blow ya face up with fifty shots Sharp darts, and it pop pop like tarts Extreme speed like Anakin inside the Pod Headed for the finish line, BOODOO, watch Bobby cross it Hoes with the diamonds on your toes, come on and floss it I be one of those tall skinny cats with the four-nine Three-eleven that rips through Power-U's and breaks spines I culture power-tuggin' boys who be drunk, buggin' Lovin' loud noise from toys, club thuggin' Sweet chocolate deluxe, rugged, sexy buttercup That don't give a fuck about the cop in the club Or the bouncer with the flashlight, one walked passed, right? Some pulled the razor and chopped his ear like he was Mad Mike I played the cipher in the corner, teachin' math One for one thoughts, a hundred brothers won't last "Do U" Because you can't do me "Do U" Because you can't do me Come on! [Verse 2: Prodigal] Yo, son, Wake Up! Yo, I gotta do this, man I gotta get this money, son Features in the crowd, appearance like, "Black I'm proud" In the background, no sounds, four pound, we hold ground! Brooklyn bound, seven initials up in the crown One man's ramblin', officials they shot him down Supreme, extreme, lean, killin' machines All I wanna do is feed my seed, plus my team Keep it logical, no games, straight up about Prodigal Diabolic drums and I run from none Testimony one, give my life before my only son Thelonious crumbs, why they wanna press me for guns? Now I'm in the face of the judge, court case thug From a race, laced, based on drugs, some made slugs As it was written, stroll through any block forbidden Glock hidden, why they wanna stop precision? Eighty-five percent of my brothers locked in prison And we just keep dyin' for the love of good livin' But Do U! Do U! Do U! [Hook] [Verse 3: GZA] You know those jams in the park, produced the spark Made me feel words how I read books in the dark I always took it to heart, loved the art A lifetime of darts, ripped crews apart Made their stay real short, I stamped the passport Couldn't bring through no wack shit of no sort I walked the borough challengin' the best that stood Torch metal mics, they conduct better than wood Once I electrify and only expect to die Rounded Bed-Stuy, ZZZZ, nigga fry My opponent block, the beat comin' from his box Investment ranker who's a joke in the stocks Keep a rhythmic pace, maintainin' great balance Movin' in steps of unheard of silence Normally progressioners, they're slow steepin' Niggas wanna light up when there's gas leakin' [Hook: RZA and sample] "Do U feel?" Show U Love[Intro: RZA] Heheheheheh, hahahahahahah So, anything it takes to fight Hehehehehehehe, hahahahahaha As the snowflakes start to fall Bobby thought to himself, can he possibly survive? Then out of nowhere a stream of energy struck As he boosted, joined energy wit the Sun The Seven is shining, and the kids all felt happy! You are listening to the worlwide Digital Radio Show Where we play hiphop uncut, unedited Wit very few commercial interruptions [RZA] Yeah, Bobby, word BOODOODOODOODOODOO Why? Where? Where? BOODOODOODOODOODOO Just Bobby, yo, Digi Digi DOODOODOODOO, yo, yo.. We interupt this program to bring you a special bulletin Bob Digital located inside the hood again Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox Smackin this cat in his head for snatchin Reeboks Cut the dreadlocks, son, now rock the bald Caesar Allow God to slip through the shit more easier Police pulsated that they almost trapped Bobby Near the staircase outside a 240 lobby But son just disappeared in thin air Where you crab niggas want to go, I've been there Carry big guns, without bein parried Yo, Cali niggas say its carried Yo, don't waste your mind on time, don't chase the blind Don't eat swine, don't play with loaded 9's Don't quote weak rhymes If you approached by a brother in need, give him shine Show him light, don't get emotional, son, don't fight Unless it's self-defense, to break the savage backs So he's crew could be convinced That any time you cross the line, we snap spines Split ya melon, down to the rind You be fucked up, yo.. From the way I talk, no tellin what you might hear BOODOODOODOO The words of wisdom is like a magnet to the ear [Break - RZA] We've come to +Show U Love+, son, we've come to show you Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don't know you Wu-Tang +Show U Love+, so let me show you Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don't know you I said, we've come to +Show U Love+, son, so let me show you Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don't know you [RZA] Bobby stainless, son, you must be brainless Drill through ya jugular vein with my canis Do love your brother, son, do show kindness Do speak the truth, deal in refinement Love God, or there'll be iron flyin at you From 4 corners of the Earth, God's eyein at you A wall full of eyes, makin demons in disguise As naked women, walkin sour lemon Every head, high-pitched bird, fly canary Body's vary, tck-a-chk, wisdom is secondary The most necessary, they daze you And blaze you, faze you out Wu-Tang razor blade may raise you Wafflehead cats, you get sent back to Belgium Don't have to tell 'em, like Taking of the Pelham 1-2-3, Bobby showed up, ya shit blowed up Have ODB in the back with the Mac, son was tote up Quick to snatch ya wiz, we sport Polo lenses Logo organic, herbal fresh, hypoallergenic You get stabbed by the +Shaolin Finger Jab+ Then nabbed, hung by ya toe like fresh skin slab [Break - RZA] Whether Aryan, Rastafarian, Syrian African, Black, Humanitarian, Bolivian We've come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don't know you Wu-Tang will +Show U Love+, so let me show you Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don't know you Don't have to come in this shit and make me blow you We've come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you Yo.. so let me show you Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? We told you We've come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don't know you Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? Don't make me blow you Come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you [RZA] You might get splat by the black gat Pssh.. Head split.. jigged up by the ice pick! Black Widow Pt. 2[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, that's... Yeah, check this shit out Know what I'm sayin'? This is dedicated to all my hoes Know what I'm sayin'? All my babies' mothers, know what I'm sayin'? All my bitches, know what I'm sayin'? Let me tell a motherfucker something Ya'll motherfuckers want this money, bitch? You better earn this motherfuckin' money [Pre-verse] Bitch, let me show you somethin' My name Dirt Dog, bitch, ain't no frontin' Bitch, let me show you somethin' My name Dirt Dog, bitch, ain't no frontin' Bitch, let me show you somethin' My name Dirt Dog, bitch, ain't no frontin' Aaah! [Verse 1] Walkin' down the street, dark, dark night Saw a pretty girl, bitch caught my sight Bitch, so fine—fine as can be Bitch, you know you belong to me Drove over, said, "How you be?" Bitch, you know my name Dirt Dog, dirt MC "Dirt Dog—I know what you about." "Bitch, get the fuck in the car!" Drove her to my house Aaaah, to my house Open the door, take off your clothes Throw her on the floor, took off my clothes Showed her my dick, "Bitch, dis somethin' that you'll never forget." On the first pump she started to scream On the second pump she thought she had a bad dream On the third pump she started to cry "Dirt Dog, I don't wanna die!" "Just, shut the fuck up!" Pussy ain't nothin' but the skin of ya bone You can fuck it, you can suck, you can leave it alone 25 cents is the regular price 50 cent, you can fuck it twice 75 cent, you can fuck it to the bone And a dollar' worth—leave it alone! [Skit: RZA + Raekwon + woman] [Produced by RZA] Don’t Be Afraid[Intro: RZA] This mic is scared of me, son It's like I'm gonna rape it Ason in my heart... I date rape mics, my mic's a dike Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo [Hook 2X: The Emotions "I Like It" sample] Don't be afraid to call my name Don't be afraid to call my name Don't be afraid to call my name Don't be afraid to call my name [RZA] I've been blessed by the scent of cathedrals, I'm regal royal Spoiled, I sleep with paralegals And tongue kiss lawyers and cops, buy a pound of chocolate Off the block, then I puff with the NARC's My Clan's wild cannibal, Wu, and my man'll shoot Blaow, leave your cold grippers mad with the saddest truth From banana head chunks, propaganda pumps Leave 'em buried on the Staten Island dump Tap the mic on the floor, chains to the Mighty Thor Two blades on my arm, look like the God of War Ason in my heart, yeah, I like it raw Words in the apple, I'mma bite it to the core Digitech, used to call me Prince Dynamite Cuz when I blew up the set, you couldn't find a mic Leave your ass in the dark, you can't find the light You been wrong so long, you can't find the right Way to speak, I spend a day on the beats Then a day on the paper, then a day on the beach Then a night in the sheets with fine wizzes, dime wizzes Who don't waste time to get straight down to business Zig Zag, make your girl catch a whip lash Tried to look when she seen the God zip past Money stack high up like a skyscraper Fly shorties getting stuck to my fly paper Now we march to the monument You see the seven in the star on the amulet? Don't allow negative in my circumference You can't understand, son, you incompetent The P is free, would you fuck for a million bucks? Keep the steel concealed, in the wheel of trucks ShaCronz put the rhinestone on the rims Timbo King put the rhinestones on his Timbs We live this life each and every day We all trying to make it a better way If you miss the words that I say Hit pause, record, and hit play I'm backed by a beautiful strong wiz Bless all to the Earths and all the kids Long live the God Divine and Big Free Young seeds and great kings [Hook 4X] Airwaves[Intro: Samples + RZA] "We interrupt this program to bring you—" Chicka-poish! This, this is, is a, a, a, a Wu, Wu-Tang, Tang Killa, Killa Bee, Bee (Exclusive) blast, blast, blast, blast Wake up, wake up, wake up [Hook: Sample] "Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!" "Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!" "Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!" "Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!" [Verse: Bobby Digital] Bobby Steels, Staple' tales MCs get your lips stapled Project Killa Hill Is stamped on the map like the compass Sacred sword play tongue-twist piercing holes in you You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts Blast through your box, walk with alarm clocks Cars driving slow down the block One stopped, parks, pops his trunk Snares pops loud as Glock shots Bass like an M-80 in ya face, cops stop, give us citation We pause for radio station identification Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Love our queue got you drunk, you request the Wu Flying monks fatal darts in your airwaves, strike ya antenna You feel the bass shimmer It makes your light get dimmer Before you turn your dial from this You best to slit your wrists Through the soul of your heart like Don Cornelius Unfamiliar, leave no trace like Simon Templer Rhyme emperor, styles switch daily like temperature In your atmosphere the rap racketeer Six pack battery back, keeps 'em stacked I live for hip-hop And tall brown skin sugar plum who love the lollipops Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up [Hook: Sample] "Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!" Makin’ Moves[Produced by RZA] [Intro: RZA] Hip hoppers Get your microphones ready Coming all the way from the Windy City of Chicago Bringing you a cold flow, like tons of snow Introducing Rockie Fresh [Verse 1: Rockie Fresh] OK I wanna be the greatest of all time Looking at the stars and I feel we can all shine Looking at my dreams and I feel like they all mine Seen a little pain but I'ma be just fine I came from the dark I saw the light created a spark It's a movie I'm just playing my part And it's all in my heart and everyday it beats I be making moves Even when I'm on feet I'ma make it through [Scratch Hook](x4) Beats I be making moves Beats I be making moves [Verse 2: Rockie Fresh] Riding through my city and it's priceless Top peeled back and the weather is the nicest Working too hard is probably one of my vices But it's gotta be done, games gotta get won And right now I'm not too concerned 'bout where you from But where you tryna go? Let a brother know See you could plant a seed, water it and watch it grow I'm just tryna go places I ain't never been before He's so calm, he's so chill The flow so mean but he nice for real I'm just running to my momma just to pay those bills And the team gotta eat so we all need meals My cup runneth over and they want that spill I always saw the plan before I saw that deal Stay focused and soon they'll notice The case still closed but this letter was open, we rolling [Hook] No matter how the wind blows We gotta keep a cold flow Double O's to the [?] Cause we be making that big dough You gotta keep a cold flow Any way the wind blows We be dropping that info And we be making that big dough We be making that big dough oh, oh, oh, oh You gotta keep a cold flow Any way the wind blows We be dropping that info And we be making that big dough We be making that big dough oh, oh, oh, oh [Scratch Hook] Sickness[Intro: RZA] Yo, the great Digi "What are you looking for?" The World's greatest mind Bob Digital "Man with no mother" [RZA] Yo, try to cross reference, my epic preference Fresh mint, tight lint, you get trapped inside the monkey wrench Ain't no landlubber ever gonna suit the sailor I'm blessed like the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea Gobbled up, like the lost city of Mu and Atlantis But I'm fierce as the cyclone winds that blew through Kansas Have your clan stranded on the enchanted land of Gomer-Oz-Dabar GEM Blue Star, razor blade scar Who dare wanna spar bar for bar? Allah U Akbar I turn the most degenerate hood into a pop star Bless the seed who prays the Most High, without askin' why Flicks from ocean shore, kick like Marshall Law I might strike with the eagle claw or tiger paw On the shores of African beach, facin' the east White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see Found buried by the sea The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica We ride blue whales, you sell Nautica ships on the carpenter We should send all these Devils back to Hell You small as to die in my sentence, I speak with vengeance Snatch up 17 million plus 2 million Indians Your incorrect retrospect on the situation You didn't know it was a Wu-Tang affiliation Legs weak like twigs, you're forbidden like pig You can't fuck with the Zig-Zag-Zig [Break: RZA] Raise your sword, and praise the Lord And wage war on this wicked society Raise your sword, and praise the Lord And wage war on this wicked society [RZA] The village must be pillaged The merciless, the Earth is damp from blood spillage Cursed the ancestors and the seed of the assailant Dissect his body like an alien My seed must be spread I bust sperm cells with Bobsleds Then race to the egg and bring forth the Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head All you niggas out there who got money Better watch out for the money hungry Straight up... The most beloved from a region undiscovered I've been hovered over by black buzzard walkin' through public Imagine the feelin' of growin' up, ten children Stuffed inside a shack, in the project buildings Women, infants and coupons, one stole Campbell's soup on Stressed out with four kids, aborter Next door the dope fiend neighbour tryin' to sell his little daughter Poisonous, heat from the oven The only way we had to live was survivin' off mommy's lovin' Dead bodies found in the incinerator Lights Out, somebody fucked up the generator Talkin' welfare, cheese, franks and beans Mud stains on mock-neck shirts and tainted jeans Twisted up, how the fuck we get bended up? And ended up in this four block radius where they enslaved us Sweatin' from cheese ravioli with tomato sauce and anchovie Spoiled, ah shit, my blood boiled But fuck that, I'm ready for open hand combat It's the tomcat, and my thoughts are unlimited Inflicted fatal wounds and I'm immune, to your evil society [Break: RZA] So praise the Lord and and wage war Against this wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society [RZA] There was a Legend of a Liquid Sword That was Only Built 4 Niggas with Cuban Linx Who +Entered the 36th Chamber+ And keep the true links, inherit +The W+ emblem Movin' the muscle changin' and bone tendon bendin' Science of 25 thousand year millennium The sinners from the men who exiled the Indians from India Who's times can't be measured linear In all tribes on Earth who can't find a friendlier group of people Who shunt all evil, treat all men equal Even though we see through your wicked intentions We gave you land to experiment with your inventions But you strive for global lynchin', extension But it's yourself that will become extinct You inherit this power to think and build things The free will to love, not hate or kill things And when you went astray, we sent prophets to reveal things And left scriptures behind to fulfill things But you still wanna kill things, rob and steal things So don't blame us when it's time to fulfill things and kill Kings [Break: RZA] Raise the sword and praise the Lord On this wicked society, society Raise your sword and praise the Lord It's a wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society Wage war Against this wicked society [Outro: RZA] Yo, the +Sickness+ That's what I want "What are you looking for?" "Man with no mother" That's what I want "What are you looking for?" "Man with no mother" Drink, Smoke & Fuck[RZA] Aiyo, raise 'em up, hold ya cup Up, let the Alize fill them up Thug passion, love passion, niggas, who be actin' Grey Goose, cranberry juice Absolut, for those who can't afford the Goose Malibu, coconut rum, Amaretto sour, coke & rum We gettin' drunk, Hennessey, V.S.O.P Age in the barrel, thirty-three years My girl's been limin' it biz, ya'll niggas sniff lines in the stairs German beers, Heineken, Beck's, Bud for you rednecks (yee-hah!) Milwaukee's best, for those who only got two dollars and a bag of cess [Hook 4X: RZA] All we wanna do is drink, smoke and fuck (fuck!) [RZA] Chronic, blubonic, chocolate Thai stick, you want it Jamaican green, silver haze, the Northern Lights get ya ass in a daze Purple hydro, Indonesian skunks, you can tell by the funk All we need is Fonzo' leaf or a blunt Ez-Wider, Bambú, I prefer the Dutch Split the back open, then the weed get crushed Bic lighter gettin' sparked, we procede to puff [Hook 2X] [RZA] Here's to good friends, tonight is kinda special The beer we brought, must be something wrong, somehow Muthafuck the low and brow Or the Rolling Rock, nigga, cuz I'm sippin' Cristal Dom P., folski, yeah, Juliet, ice cold P Peter Pipers, nigga, take a sip Sit back, muthafucka or I'll bust ya lip [Hook 4X] [RZA] There's Tanya, there's Sandra Oh shit, there goes my cousin's baby's mamma Big ass Nicole with no soul Who would fuck a muthafucka for a jellyroll (jellyroll?) I see Tasha, Pam and Sasha Her cousin Tawanna, she's hairy like Chewbacca Always trynna smoke on that chewbacca Suck a dick dry for two shots of that Vodka There's Shasha, BeBe and CeCe Dede and Deiji, TiTi and FiFi FayFay and BayBay, KatKat and FayBay KayKay and Friday, they live for the payday To drink, smoke and fuck [Hook 4X] Fuck! (8X) You Can’t Stop Me NowRound up, round up, round up, round up Round up, round up, round up, round up Round up, round up, round up, round up Round up, round up No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now The greatest B-Boy of all time, started from small crimes While others had big tops I was slingin' small dimes Tryin' to make the come up, the blow used to numb up A few G's a week, my clique used to sum up Till my brother got locked up, my girl got knocked up My closest homies each, got popped up and shot up And cops flood the block, no way to eat So I dropped a half a G On a rented SP-1200 Sampler and a Yamaha Four-Track The bass from the lab used to blow the fuckin' door back While Ghost was doin' stick-ups, tryin' to make a vic' up Waitin' outside for the Brinks truck to pick up Nothing would work, so we're back to choppin' nicks up Givin' grown ass women two vials for a dick suck When I was stressed I would head to the rest Then the pads on the SP-12 got pressed Makin' beats for the streets, so the family could eat In '93, Wu-Tang Clan dropped their first LP We went platinum, whoo-peesh, yeah, we flatten 'em Pockets got fat and um, went and got Cap and 'em Staten's on the map and um, Brooklyn Zu is bombin' 'em All around the world, Killa Beez start swarmin' 'em You can't stop us, you can't block us, rock us or mock us Knock us or top us, better sit back and watch us No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now Can't stop me, man No matter how hard, you better go hard So hard, if you gon' try and stop me now I be ruckus to rhythm like the blocks be wild Bad enough I got the cops tryin' to lock me down Can't nobody break my stride or shake my pride Without a homicide, case and trial It's a long time comin', long nines bustin' Cradle to the grave I be on my grind hustlin' Sometimes when I think about it, have my mind buggin' The shit that I been through, things that I've seen The chicks that I ran through, places that I've been I'm a victim of the very song I sing That's how it is in the heart of it, most want no part of it Some will soothe the pain through booze and narcotics I'ma hold my head, stay true to where my heart is Either you pay with your life or you pay dues and homage No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now Bobby Did It (Spanish Fly)[Intro: Islord] Aiyyo, let me tell y'all niggas somethin' One thing, let me tell y'all niggas somethin' I don't give a, flyin' fuck about None of y'all niggas out here None of y'all niggas out here Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin' comrades I don't give a, flyin' fuck, what? You want it? Bring it son, bring it son Bring it, yo, check it on out [Ndira: talking over Islord above] Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? Hijo de puta [?] el coño de mi, maricon Y nunca me llamas, Roberto You treat me like an analog ho [Verse 1: Islord] Yo, lyrically, I got all y'all niggas under my wing Cause I bring terror throughout this rap era Like them Muslim cats, who don't give a fuck About blowin' this rock, off the map Where Mayor Guiliani rest at, so let me get that Microphone up off of you, cause it's Definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm To try to rock the crowd Puttin' it all on to stay calm You waited for the God Islord to drop the bomb And swarm the stage about a hundred fat With lyrical material that's all that Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el Rock like Patti La-Belle Cause everything is real kid, you dead up Dissect the true kids gettin' set up For a car/Jeep heist, it ain't nice As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid And smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains With a tray full of ice in 'em But that's how it goes down when you livin in the Cold World [Interlude: Timbo King] Cold World, what? [Hook: Ndira] Todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta [Verse 2: Timbo King] Yo, I spit flames thermonuclear type Ignite mics, blow up U.S.A. satellites Insane Unabomber, my whole fam lace golden armor Royal calmer, black queen black Madonna The missing link be the big lips on the Sphinx Intelligent instincts I say knowledge is the foundation When I move in the L's formation, against Hell's nation Bobby Digital cybertech test micro-check High bias, record the levels Anti four devils, anti four devils [Bridge: Ndira] Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? Hijo de puta [?] el coño de mi, maricon Y nunca me llamas Me tratas like an analog ho, Roberto Nadie te importa, cariño I wanna be Digital Bobby Bobby Digital RZA me advertio de Bobby Bobby Digital [Verse 3: Bobby Digital] All you analog cats from weak tracks and weak raps And weak video clips and weak stacks Weak bitches with weak lawyers and weak acts And weak staffs, born life couldn't copyright With weak math, come get a dose of the strong Coconuts splittin', all you chocolate deluxe butter alms French buttercups probably wanna see Bobby in handcuffs With the toes in my mouth Stand up or rape me, rotate auto-locate me In the center solar Corner block Hip-Hop now expand to the polar Fuzzy low short frequency Circuit breakers, try to take Us on illusionary rides to the future Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya Cash and jewelry like bus passes That's why your ass got stuck up So wake the fuck up or get smoked Analog rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked Took for derelict, sales are too soupy Better get the Bobby Digital movie! [Hook: Ndira] Todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] Tarantula, that groove season Newlywed of rap, which G you believe in? Rally back, twist a half a man arm off Late night, nearly happy standoff How boldly blinded by Bobby crossthievin' van diva Lever 2000 mic talk, might bolt to match Pinch me in the eve carved perfectly from God Manufactured through the eye, same Puma dash I snares Dumar, Nicolas, half a face, Cage Half a coke Dutch sprinkle sage Bounce to Huey crib yo and got laid Straight off the ground y'all word up …Bad bitch [Verse 5: Jamie Sommers] Yo, yo, yo my tapdance sword splash Yo.. my nigga Dix'll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath Hard to walk the righteous path Flavor for life into death, this berry tart your ginger Ooh she mad tender, analog surrender Off my motherfuckin' splendor, Jamie Sommers pussy bionic Supersonic, splash you with the Wu-Wear garments For the 9 fuckin' 9, motherfuckers [Hook x2: Ndira] Todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta [Outro: Jaime Sommers] Bobby, all you ever want is weed, money, music and pussy Domestic Violence Pt. 2[RZA] You ain't shhh Ya momma ain't shhh Your daddy ain't shit Your pussy ain't shhh Bitch, you ain't shhh Your friends ain't shh Your whip ain't shhh Pocketbook ain't shhh You talk that shhh But girl you ain't shhh Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh You talkin' shit girl, your pussy ain't shit Your friends ain't shit, you whip ain't shhh You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like I wear the pants dada, I'm the boss papa I'm a Survivor! I play the course dada They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha See I don't need a man, don't need to see a man But it seems to me ho, you wanna be a man You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Peter Pan Strap on the KY Jelly, you wanna eat ya friend [Big Gipp] I know the type, come down and take a little pipe Then run up and call me cupcakes, say "I didn't fuck you right" Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards Cuz, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the Boulevard Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on the porno flicks Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit Get them bent accross seas, damn near done rapped the world And you qualify, my book here's a nasty girl [Hook: Big Gipp] You ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit Yo daddy ain't shit, yo pussy ain't shit, bitch You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit [Hook: RZA] You ain't shit, yo daddy ain't shit Yo mama ain't shit, and yo pussy ain't shit, bitch You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit, bitch [Big Gipp] Hey Bobby, I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want And what you need, and what you get is two different things Pulled over, Pea Street, and put the bitch out in the rain Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus Gipp ain't never been touched, left insane, drunk off of (?) lush Hush, shit-kicker licker, stronger than Wild Turkey liquor Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but I'd rather forget her nigga [RZA] Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow I met this Caramel Sundae, her name was Betty Boo She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew (fuck no! fuck no!) I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter She filled her baby's ba-ba up with toilet water And Sun Dew, the whole Clan used to run threw Her Power U, then just bless her wit the hair doo Bitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted One fuck from the apple head and shorty lost it [Hook: RZA] Cuz you ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit Yo daddy ain't shit, yo cousins ain't shit, bitch You ain't shit, yo whip ain't shit Pocketbook ain't shit and yo friends ain't shit, bitch [Hook: Big Gipp] You ain't shit, yo folks ain't shit Yo lawyer ain't shit, yo bumper car ain't shit, bitch You ain't shit, yo boyfriend ain't shit Your last name ain't shit, your whole family ain't shit, bitch [Outro: RZA] Fuckin' around, nigga from Israel Bobby Digital, Big Gipp a/k/a Mute Straight from the underground, we gone Intro[Spoken Introduction: Unknown] Bobby! Warum bist Du in unser Land gekommen? Warum bist Du in mein Leben gekommen? Du hast meine Frau gefickt, meine Kinder sind verrückt nach Dir, und ich bin so glücklich. Ha Bobby! Bobby Digital!! Wer bist Du? Wer bist Du? Du bist im Grunde ein Teufel, der in die Hölle gehört. Aber eigentlich ein Engel, der aus dem Himmel kommt Bobby... Bobby... Bobby Digital TerroristBOBBY!! Bobby Bobby Bobby, word up Digital, Digital Terrorist shit, terrorist shit, come and get a hold of it Tune of the Black Knight, Killarm, Killarm, Killarm [Verse 1: Dom Pachino (P.R. Terrorist)] Contemplate on how to run this shit Universally forever runnin Reflect shots off my wall, (THIS SHIT) will split your nugget Thoughts too rugged, extortinate cream from off the budget Refugees of the Terrorist, fans, they fuckin love it Insurance can't cover it, your maximum is a minimum Niggas, they try to dub it, yo It's the hottest shit on the streets since summer '86 My prefix, is like a remix, throwin bricks Try and dub the shit it's accurate Come for your head, it's Immaculate Conception When my rep is, bustin shots Niggas try to discuss my business around the neighborhood [Verse 2: Doc Doom] Yo, switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos Up in these killin fields you bound to die slow Your style staggers like a drunken wino That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight That's like tryin to walk a tight rope Switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos Up in these killin field you bound to die slow Your style staggers like a drunken wino That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight That's like tryin to walk a tight rope, wit no feet Mercenary team, streets of concrete Sasquash dump a nigga ass on wide Friday Invincible, Doctor Destructor My lyrics ran war like Lebanon are troops, a Desert Storm It be on son, Compton is the city where I come from Act dumb if you want to and catch a hot one It's that real, knuckle up, lace your boots tight Don't give a fuck cuz every night is our night [Verse 3: Killa Sin] Rap bygones, smash spit fire outta cons Fuck bygones, rely on Islam and my pythons Squeeze off long diss, window pitch, control of this Gun powder covers my wrist, blasphemous Have these fake fucks cursin my name Knowin damn well I'm hurting the same What part of the game you playin, kid I'm sayin' Yo three months ago we was on, but it's on now Chasin the don, your money ain't long Faggot fuck, bag em up, stick him in the back of my truck Strip em and smack him up for actin up He's slithering, hit him in the ribs again Broke the code of honor that we livin in Could lead to the whole click, dismemberin' Never that, Killarm roll strong Even though you gone, Wise, the crew will still hold on I love you, in that dream, you probably told me who bust you Should of payed attention but I slept so for that I gotta dust two, devils off, headed off, all that Fuck it, blow trial style, Law and Order cat gotta serve justice What, fuck this, justice, get your musket, and bust quick word up [Outro: Holocaust] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, thieves-[cut off] Fast Cars[Intro: RZA] True mizza-Mast' on the triz-nack Bob Digi back for a snack Kinetic 9 in the biz-nack Raekwon got the triz-nap [Hook: RZA & Erica Bryant] We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box [RZA] Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off Five niggas drop off, before I got the verse off Pop go the Glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A&P On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate No caffeine, but the submachine gun will percolate Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya'll niggas Duck Daffy Get fucked like Daphne, stuck like the taxi Drivin' through the hill at night to the weedspot I got two hands but I'm known to carry three Glocks B-O-B-B-Y, niggas see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi Used to break days smokin' coke and digi 'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby Face green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a sting? Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, ya'll niggas know me Wrap niggas in sheets, fold 'em like the roll singing Sick silky six syllable stanza Slap simple sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha She blowin' up my horn, bitch ain't try'n to answer Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer [Hook: RZA & Erica Bryant] We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box [Ghostface Killah] Yo... yo.. yo.. Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten Isle I do bad, only when the Mack good to stay balanced You shoot me? I shoot you, best bet's to finish me Cuz if not, if I get the chance, I'mma doo-doo Your shit all over your hood, the clips go buckin' me good The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteren (uh-huh) Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, darts is his medicine Y'all can't build me, your technique's Ecederin Look, I will take my time in the bushes, right Paid up people no mind like I'm crooked, right Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right He on the floor, tell his grams, "yo I seen the light" The red car it just pulled off like Un Hall was drivin' the joint Faster than ya had ya the fifth smokin' lookin' moist I ain't know what to do so I told the boys I'm not a sucker look, y'all mothafuckin' made noise [Hook: RZA & Erica Bryant] We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box [Outro: RZA] Ice Water exclusive, Bob Digi Kinetic 9, Killa Beez Straight up, Raekwon the Chef Bizza-bizza-O Di-di-Dirty Bas-stard Gizza-gizza-ga-gizza-gizz-ga-Ghostface Killah, Killah, Killah The GZA, The Genius Mizza-mizza-mizza M-E-T-H-O-D Man Straight up, Masta Killa The Inspectah Deck, U-G-O-D The B-O-B-B-Y tck-tck-pssh Handwriting on the Wall[Intro: Ras Kass] We on some Phantom of the Opera shit It's the Gothic shit As I produce the Waterproof mask You never ask the question, "Who's the man behind the red mask?" About to a drive-by on MC's so listen Aiyyo! [Verse 1: Ras Kass] Yo my mic check is Robo-Tech Run over the track till my lyrical GigaPet slow flow Cardiac arrest like FloJo, rock ice Ro-Ro Pack fo-fo fo' sho tho More and more cream, and niggas Still Love You Rakeem The game of death, we kickin niggas in the chest like Kareem My wingspan is wider than Rodan My sweet and sour niggas wit nose candy sniff blow by the gram I grammatically slam, before I eat a groupie bitch pussy The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan is eatin ham So catch me in Deep Space Nine Wit eight million stories on seven continents And six billion bullets on the Star Trek Solid state logic thug niggas electronic Eat, drink, sleep, shit, fuck, build and smoke chronic Playa, this is not a game, I said it before Went through the door I came wit Wu-Tang The Artist Formerly Know as You Got snatched out his truck on Florence and Normandy Duke We strictly Digital [Verse 2: RZA] Yo, yo, yo, yo The Last Starfighter, my thoughts make the sun shine brighter I bust in a bitch mouth to make her teeth seem whiter Roam like space drones through all time zones Your face get blown, I make home, Bobby'll fuck Grace Jones Mocha caps with dilithium crystal Raise the pendulum cuts through your ear tissue, Digital signal Scramble your brain then regain residuals Like Microsoft, My mic might go off before the lights go off You derelict bitches, I give your tonsils eighty stitches Bobby long strong, even fuck the Eastwick Witches Ode to Django (The D Is Silent)[Intro: samples] "Mr. Wilson!" "Good morning innkeeper! Two beers for two weary travelers" "I love you Django" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell you think you doing, boy?" "I love you Django" "Get that nigga out of here!" "Where life has little value, prepare the death" "I love you Django" "Another day, another death" "I love you Django" "Another dollar" [RZA] He who go through snow, rain, mountain or ice Nothing can block ya, this path of vengeance There's no repenting, he came to deliver Out the death sentence, on enemies Blood stains on the cotton field by the cotton mill Cold steel keep the body hot, they rot in hell 36 lashes on his back, left gashes Every crack of the whip, he got mental flashes They interrupt his baby making, and his lady's taken To a far off place, more north and more forsaken Lord help these fools, they be dead man Bout to put a third hole in their Klan headbands The good Dr. Schultz check their dental records The slug make his whole mug disconnected They learn to shoot, doing the dead man tango He's wild like a wild durango But the D is silent, Django [Samples] "Django, I think you should make a last request" "I'm going to find you anyway I can" "They praying to kill, I don't mind" "It's a smart thing to do when you know that death is coming for you" "How come you haven't got your burial suit with you?" "We'll have to leave you to the vultures" [RZA] He get Cash Rule to blast you Tie you up, have you hung from his lasso And drag you through the valley of death like ruined cattle The D is silent, hear the noise from his barrel Learned to shoot and do the dead man tango Wild like a durango, but the D is silent, Django Tie you up, have you hung from the lasso Give him a gun, and he gets paid just to blast you Drag you through the valley of death, like ruined cattle The D is silent, hear the noise from the barrel And whistle of the song, like a fucking carol In the eyes of the sparrow Every father would love to overthrow a tyrant It's a simple science, Jack overthrows the giant Neither snow, rain, mountain or ice can block my path of vengeance There's no repenting, I'm giving you the death sentence Blood stains on the cotton field, in the cotton mill Cold steel heat your body up, may you rot in hell 36 lashes, on my back, left gashes For every crack of the whip, I felt mental flashes Interrupt my baby making, have my ladies taken To a place far up north and more forsaken Lord, help this fool he's a dead man Bout to put another hole in his Klan headband The good Dr. Schultz check the dental records The slug'll make his whole mug disconnected I learnt to shoot the dead man with a tango [Samples] "Yeah, his name is Django" "I love you Django" "Django, I think you should make a last request" "I love you Django" "I'll be glad to oblige you, anyway I can" "You can start praying if you like, I don't mind" "It's a smart thing to do when you know that death is coming for you" "I love you Django" "How come you haven't got your burial suit with ya" "We'll have you leave you to the vultures" "I love you Django" "Where life has little value, prepare the death" "I love you Django" Lab Drunk[Intro] Wu-Tang worldwide, Wu-Tang, Bobby Digital worldwide Wordlwide, word up, all y'all crab MC's out there Let me spark y'all like this one time [Verse 1] Yo, I make your fragile bones rattle with battles, chrome barrels Microphone arrows thrown strike like stone paddles To ya head, you'll be spread across the floor Dead and headed for a bed of roses Needle threaded, one jaw off-set'ed By the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship Naval boats, U-boat torpedo, you can't stay afloat You sink to the brink of extincted animals While I bang your head on the turntbuckle wild like George the Animal Steel stinger, Killa Bee ten inches, sharp as picket fences Quick to detect your intentions if they're wicked Meditate, build the house on the next dimension My flow is co-hension, you'll be stuck [Hook] Stumbled into the lab half-drunk Honey-dipped, stinking blunts Smelling like I ran over I skunk Wiz popping junk, it must be that time of the month But fuck it, I got to spit this verse from my lung Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk Honey-dipped, stinking blunts Smelling like I ran over I skunk Wiz popping junk, it must be that time of the month But fuck it, I got to spit this verse from my lung [Verse 2] Pile drive your head to the canvas On this mic you got no fuckin manners You be duckin hammers, we be clutchin banners Touchin amateur challengers, we try to throw off balance us Keep a 120 grain gunpowder inside the cannister You can't compare to one atom of my hair While my verbal shot be drillin through the cave of your ear Ricohet to the ceilin, of the cerebral hemisphere Deflect off your medula, exit out to the rear MCin is easier to me than breathin And makin beats to me is easier than peein Killin vibes is easier than seein I be geein, and fuckin with the Wu-Tang Clan is wilder Bitch, than skiin down a 1000 foot hill with broke skis Blocked by rocks, wild billy ghost, steel needle pine trees My mind sees all of the unusual energies Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze? [Hook] {Verse 3] Yo, your flower fist is powerless against me Your cowardice attacks the master track alchemist, Rap Malcolm My champagne stains silver, bullet lex 4 Millenium falcon, chest in a vest to protect the Wu-Tang's sacred valium Chased by snake's planes, I race states police We slay microphone foes, the size of robeasts Unpredictable pain is inflictable Razor blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you 12.9 meter level, son, you just skipped all my classes IhHit a rap gkid with glasses, then jack his bus passes His sister was similar to Jaqueline Onassis My sound chassis blast, rhyme script written, well-casted Strong as safari hunter, calm in the Congo Un-plug the dynamic microphone cord and hung you From a towerin' speaker, I'll tape your ear to the tweater My mental idea's are more severe than your heater Innocent drive-bys, 85's shoot try to overthrow us But they love us like babies, once they get to know us Your flower fist is powerless against me [Hook] Bob ’n’ I[Intro: sample] Bird flying high, you know how I feel Sun in the sky, you know how I feel Breeze drifting by, you know how I feel It's a new dawn, it's a new day It's a new life for... Bird flying high, you know how I feel Sun in the sky, you know how I feel Breeze drifting by, you know how I feel It's a new dawn, it's a new day It's a new life for me [RZA] Who be the last man standin' when I cock back the cannon? (Bobby!) And blast your ass in search for Michael Landon (and) Abandon ship, you can't penetrate (and) My solar eclipse, you dickhead y'all get pussy-whipped (and) Sword of Conan, wind speed of Rodan (and) Flow so cold, I freeze M.C.'s to snowmen (and) Turn 'em up to the sun to defrost them (and) Proceed with caution, you get your beans baked in Boston (and) Slice a lemonhead, it's like John Lennon said (and) Help, you need somebody and (and) If you ever see somebody and (and) Fuckin' with the Wu, you gonna be a body and (and) By me, myself and Bobby and (sha na na) (and) You superficial nigga, fuck it I'm a superhero (and) My pistol will turn you to a super zero (and) Make a fingetip griplock of Royce Gracie (and) While I'm makin' this cash like Mr. Spacely (and) Or Cogswell Cogs, I don't fuck with hogs (and) Your dialogue is stuck, too analog (and) Is you guns heavy enough? (and) Is your gold chain truck Chevy enough? (and) Don't fuck around with Starks, Rebel and us (and) B-O-B-B-Y (sha na na) (and) You superficial nigga, buck it I'm a superhero (and) My super pistol will turn you to a super zero (and) Lot of niggas askin' us, some faxin' us (and) How I gladiate, take land like Maximus (and) You listerin', while this winds blisterin' (and) I'm in the clouds like my man Calrissian (and) Lando, bust shots like Marlon Brando (and) You gettin' smacked like I'm playin' black Sambo (and) Hambone, hambone, haven't you heard? (and) Papa gonna buy you a mockingbird (and) If that mockingbird don't sing (and) Papa gonna buy you a diamond ring (and) Watch out for the Killa Bee sting (and) BZA-Bobby (sha na na) [Outro: RZA] You see that's what we called B-Boy freestyle! You stupid muthafucka!!! "and" "Bobby!" (repeated to the end) "sha na na!" Reddit AMA1. Can you describe what the reaction was from everyone was after Inspectah deck first laid down his verse in Triumph? RZA - He slayed it. And everybody knew it. And everybody else tried to slay. But he slayed it 2. Did Ol' Dirty really live up to the craziness that he portrayed in his music? RZA - Times ten 3. What happened first, you naming yourself RZA or your cousin naming himself GZA? RZA - I named myself the RZA first, and I named him the GZA shortly thereafter 4. Did anything inspire you with regards to the choice of beats on Enter the 36 Chambers? Also, are you still an avid chess player? :D RZA - On 36 Chambers, I kind of went on my own inspiration. I was out to prove my abilities. Yes, I still play chess 5. Will we ever get 36 chambers remastered? RZA - Perhaps some of the tracks will be remastered. A lot of them are probably not in multitrack form anymore. So the remaster would still have to come from a stereo mix 6. Ever give any thought to writing/directing a Wu Tang Clan movie to tie in with an album? RZA - Yes, actually. Although making movies is very difficult and it's hard to get green lights, I'm going to keep pushing though. And maybe one day, it will see the light 7. Do I still have to protect ma neck? It's been like 20 years now, I'm getting tired of doing it Love you man. As a producer, as a rapper, as an actor, as a videogame character, ANY dj RZA - You have to protect ya neck til the day you drop brother. Because if you lose ya neck, that will be the day you drop! You must always protect ya neck at all times 8. Long time fan of the Wu. I was amazed by the Kill Bill soundtracks Don't know if you can answer this: Will the Ghostface/MF DOOM album ever be released? RZA - I don't know. But Ghost is one of the dopest MCs, and MF is a dope producer and MC. So I'm sure if they do it, it's going to be great 9. What's your favorite movie, and why is it How High? RZA - Hahahahaheeehohohahaha. Lay off the drugs, cat. LOL 10. I have some beat production related questions: - What's your usual setup? All digital? Any analog instruments? Vinyl sampling? - What DAW do you prefer? -Do you make beats, then send the finished product to rappers to write lyrics to it or do you usually write the song together? - Do you have a specific process for finding samples, or is it all gut feeling? RZA - Well, that's a lot, but: not being egotistic about this, but I have a dozen set ups. And my home studio I use different rooms for setups. So one room is just turntables and a sampler, another would be just keyboards, another will be a digital room, there's one room where everything is analog (live drums, guitars, etc). As a composer, you always need different sounds, so after working with Hans Zimmer, I've learned to use different rooms to write different things or different scenes I prefer writing songs together. In fact one of the problems with making a Wu-Tang album is my refusal to send beats, because I believe that great music is created when people are in a room together I dig and I dig, and if something strikes my ear, I sample it. Then I twist it 11. PEACE Do you still wear those pointy ass rings and have you ever actually punched a hole in a crab's hand with them? RZA - No. I gave them to my little brother and I think he lost em 12. Do you need to be self aware in order to have sex for enjoyment? RZA - Uh oh. It's getting deep on AMA. We said AMAA. But now that you asked, you better be aware of yourself and your partner(s) 13. How did you like your time on Californication? Samurai Apocalypse was a great foil to Hank Moody RZA - It was very fun. Funny. And something was very sexy about that show. Maybe it was Meagan. LOL 14. Hey RZA! Tell us some funny stories from u and the guys in Wu Tang: ) RZA - Here's a story, it may not be funny depending on your point of view, but one time the whole Clan was in Atlanta, and I guess we caused some kind of riot in the building, and thus the police was brought in to end the show. I remember everybody getting away from the cops without any violence, but one cop had got a grab of Inspector Deck and he couldn't get free. When we noticed it, me and Method Man rushed back over to help, but actually, what could we do? We can't hit a cop, could we? That would not have been wise. Instead, Method Man grabbed onto Inspector Deck's arm, and combined his strength with Inspector Deck, which allowed them to get away from the cop, they broke his grip and we all ran. I later told Meth "That was some Wu-Tang Kung fu shit right there." 15. How was working with Earl Sweatshirt? I've heard that during the making of Molasses, you spit a freestyle for three hours RZA - Yeah, we got zoned out that night. He's a cool cat. And I think he will be a great talent in hiphop 16. Hey RZA, how did you become a vegetarian? RZA - I just snapped out of eating dead animals 17. BONG BONG! Been a fan for 20+ years 2 questions: Whats your all time favorite Martial Arts flick? What is your favorite ODB verse/line/metaphor/song? RZA - I'll tell you the 3 that inspired me the most. Shaolin versus Wu-Tang. 8 Diagram Pole Fighter. And the Five Deadly Venoms For ODB "I be the answer to your why, the tear to your cry." It's off a song he did with Killer Priest 18. Who's the best chess player in the Wu Tang Clan right now? RZA - Hahahahahahaha. All I can say is that I had the hiphop chess belt 19. What was it about Gravediggaz, and the horrorcore genre in general, that appealed to you when it was first starting? RZA - At the time, being young and thinking of my childhood nightmares, I wanted to write songs from the darker side of my mentality. I feel like the Gravediggaz are the pioneers of this mentality of lyricism. Hiphop could use a few more doses of it now 20. Hey RZA! You seem to be a very calculated, meditative and, for lack of a better word, spiritual person. Was there a certain event in your life that led you to be this way or is this the way you've always been? Peace & thanks for the AMA RZA - Yes, certain events led me to this, which is hard for me to describe to this, which are hard to describe. But I can say that it was a growth process. Would you believe I was once obnoxious 21. Can you share any memories of your tour with Rage Against the Machine? RZA - That was one of the highlights of my career. At the time, Wu-Tang had the #1 album in the country, and we began playing some of the biggest venues that we had to that date. One of my best memories is when Zack broke his leg on tour, and needed a little energy during the New Jersey show, and I came out and rocked the stage with him. The rest of the Wu went home. :( 22. Have you considered being on the Joe Rogan Experience podcast? I can't remember if it was a tweet or during his own AMA, but Rogan said he would love to have you on as a guest RZA - Yes, I would love to be on as a guest someday. I'll wait for the time for him to invite me 23. Hey RZA! really glad you're doing this AMA. I read somewhere that you and John Frusciante have recorded a ton of material. I really liked FM. Any chance you two might release a full album in the future? That would be awesome RZA - here's a chance for that. If life permits 24. actor in Brick Mansions. AMAA Hey hey now, let's not forget the awesome performance in "The Man with the Iron Fists!" Good job man. How much fun is it being so versatile? RZA - It's very challenging. Because some of my friends are thinking I'm becoming a little schizo. Wow, the life of an artist 25. I was recently in a yoga class and the instructor said "protect your neck" and I immediately thought of Wu-Tang and giggled to myself. What do you think about a rap-inspired yoga class? Would bring a whole new meaning to "flow." RZA - LOL 26. Many critics believe double albums usually contain filler and do not hold them as in high of regard as they could and should be. What would you say were the main reasons "Wu-Tang Forever" was made into a Double album instead of 2 different albums with a later release date for songs not used on first album? Was some of the inspiration for making it a double album taken from the success of "All Eyez on Me" or more that you wanted to get more music out? RZA - Actually, a double-album was part creative, and part business. If i can recall, we hadn't done an album as Wu-Tang Clan for four years. And so we wanted to give Steve Rifkin an abundant amount of material. But also we demanded a budget so high that to appease it, they said "how about a double album?" 27. Prince Rakeem! Just wanted to give you a shout out for saving my life (or at least my wallet) way back when 12 years ago, I’m serving a Mormon mission in Brazil. I’m assigned to a poverty stricken area of Curitiba, a city of about 2 million people. I’m 20 years old, young enough to think I’m invincible and stupid enough to not heed the advice to stay out of this particular neighborhood. This is one of those “favelas” that you hear about in the news. Houses made of plywood, cardboard and tarp; a river of feces, trash and decaying dog carcasses; red dirt roads that turn into streams during rainstorms and a whole lot of people walking around that didn’t really have anything to do other than observe those who didn’t belong. This is the same place where you read about nightly murders in the newspaper. The problem was, this neighborhood was right in the middle of our area and it made it difficult to get from one side to the other without passing through. Although my mission companion and I had been through the neighborhood a handful of times during the day, we had never ventured to pass through at night Well, this night a meeting of ours goes particularly late at night and we are dead tired after a long day. From where we were, we were going to have to walk around the outside of the favela to get home and that was about an hour-long walk. Instead, we decide to cut through the favela to cut it down to about 20 minutes. At first, the decision seems like the right one. The moonlight is blanketing the road, the night is freezing but still, and even though there is always the lingering stench of rotting dogs, it just isn’t that bad tonight. The road we choose to walk down is the same one we’ve used in the past, but now that it’s night I start to realize some things I hadn’t before. The road is like a chute, without any roads intersecting it. It’s like a long hallway of back-to-back shanties and decaying cement buildings with no exit other than the two ends. As we walk, I start to see figures in the shadows ahead on both sides of the road. As we get closer, the figures start to meander to the middle of the road. My companion, who has only been in Brazil for about a month is oblivious to anything going on. I casually look behind me to reconsider our choice of road, and I see five figures, evenly spaced across the road, walking toward us. I turn back and see the figures ahead of us have formed a line across the road as well. By this point, even my naïve little friend knows we’re screwed. As we approach the group I notice that the men all wearing heavy black clothing: big coats, baggy jeans, boots, hoodies, winter caps. But one detail struck me immediately. All of them are wearing at least one article of clothing bearing an emblem I knew very well. It was the Wu-Tang logo. Mind you, I was obsessed with Wu-Tang in high school and knew pretty much anything there was to know about the group. As we stop, looking the men in the face, the lines of men behind and in front of us meet to form a circle around us. The man directly in front of us asks, “Perdidos?” and the man to his left reaches into his coat and begins to pull out what looks like the back of a black semi-automatic handgun. Before he pulls the gun from his coat, I almost subconsciously blurt out the only thing I could think to say: in Portuguese, I ask “You guys are Wu-Tang fans?” The man pulling the gun immediately pauses. The man who first spoke asks “What do YOU know about Wu-Tang?” I respond by telling him that I’m a huge fan and I know all about them. Obviously they doubt everything I’m saying. After all, I’m a white kid, wearing a white shirt and tie, with a part in my hair. At that moment I began to realize how I wouldn’t believe myself either. They begin to quiz me! One thing after another—names, nicknames, alternate names, rapping styles—I’m nailing it all! After about 10 minutes of Wu-Tang trivia, they’re convinced and they ask us to come back to one of the guy’s house to watch the latest video. They told us repeatedly how we were the coolest white people they knew From that day on, we were in with the local gang and you really don’t know just how good of a thing that was Edit: Thank you for reading this novel and spreading the love, gold-wielding friend--whoever you are Edit 2: Someone below asked if there was more to the story. If your eyes can take a little more reading, I explained how the night ended here RZA - Wow I always believed that us who follow the way of the Wu have a wavelength and a culture of our own. Something like a subculture within hiphop. This story helps verify that for me. Wu-Tang forever brother 28. Will you ever release a real true solo wu sounding album just like the others did in the 90's??? not discrediting the bobby digital stuff, i like that but a lot of wu fans felt it wasn't a true representation of the 90's rza, hard body lyrics and dusty beats, will that ever happen or does everything need to move forward? i jst wish i had a rza album full of songs like Tragedy RZA - Hmm. Maybe brother, maybe 29. Wu-Tang Forever! How much have comic books influenced you? I still smile every time I hear you name drop Rom, The Space Knight on Impossible RZA - From the age of 9-16, I probably collected thousands of comics. But they all got stolen one day, along with my vinyl collection. And I'm telling you, I used to spend my paper route money on this stuff. I'm still a comic fan. Every once in a while, if I'm in a certain city and they have a comic book store, I will go and pick up a few copies. I love how the new artists are doing the new covers, Grant Morrison's take on classic heroes has always been cool to me, and I actually bought every copy of Reginald Hudlin's new take on the Black Panther 30. Whattup Rza huge Wu Fan and personally you are my favourite producer ever!Thank you for doing this, I have a few questions actually, my first question regards the tracks Method Man and Clan In Da front, Did you tailor a beat for every member in the clan, how did you choose who got their solo songs on the album?Who are your other favourite rapper-producers?Lastly are there any beats that once you had finished then played back you realised that it was going to be a classic.Once again thank you! RZA - Yes, I used to tailor the beats to their rhyme styles. I knew my Wu brothers for so long, and made so many tapes with them, that I grew an ear to what would fit the MC Choosing solo songs for each artist on a Wu-Tang album is something that kind of materializes during the process Pete Rock, Dr. Dre, Kanye West Yes, I have one right now that I just can't wait til the Wu MCs get on, because I just know that this is one of those magical ones 31. Which rappers are you listening to the most outside of your Wu-Tang crew? RZA - Nowadays, I've just become a fan of the culture of hiphop. Somedays I find myself sitting on my downtime watching Yo! MTV raps, or scrolling through YouTube finding up and coming MCs. I love watching URL and all the rap battles. Sometimes when you're making the music, you become so engulfed in yourself that you forget that you started yourself as a fan of the music. Now that I get time to do other things such as act, score and direct, I can actually become a fan of hiphop again 32. What is your relationship with Bill Murray like? You guys were in Coffee and Cigarettes in 2003, and then in 2010, this happened. Do you still talk? RZA - I don't talk to him often, because we both have crazy-busy schedules, but we have a similar circle of friends. What I can say is what a cool dude 33. What's good RZA. First shoutout to /r/hiphopheads. How do you stay creative as you do lyrically and production wise? RZA - I use life as inspiration. And being that I travel a lot, and see a lot of different things, and meet a lot of great people, I stay inspired. Shoutout to /r/hiphopheads 34. Could you elaborate on your infamous flood story? The legend says that you once had a flood into your basement that caused you to lose a few hundred beats you had made that were meant to be put onto the first round of Wu-Tang solo albums Did this actually happen? Did you recreate any of the beats that you lost? If so, which ones? RZA - Yeah, I lost a lot of beats. In those days, I would keep my beats in a floppy disk holder, which held 80 disks per case. And I had the cases sectioned out with names of each Wu member, and beats that fit their styles. Those disks have not been recovered yet. I have some of them, but they won't play 35. Hey RZA, Huge Fan here, I've been listening to you since I was 10. One question Are you not going to publically publish songs off the new WuTang albulm, or will it only be avaliable to the one lucky buyer? RZA - The album, that's entitled A Better Tomorrow, if completed, will be available to the public. The album entitled Once Upon A Time in Shaolin is a piece of art that only one will be made 36. When was the last time you saw Paul Walker? RZA - The last time I saw Paul in the flesh was on the movie set. We had planned on seeing each other again at the premiere. But destiny bends 37. How awesome is it being a Robert? (Mine name is Robert) RZA - Super duper awesome 38. How did you come up with the name RZA? RZA - In my neighborhood, my homies would call me the RZA RZA Ra. Because they said I was razor-sharp. Ra was my chosen name, short for Rakeem. When I decided to improve myself, I changed my name to Rakeem Zig-Zag-Zig-Allah. And RZA is like an acronym for that 39. What's your favourite videogame? RZA - Nowadays? Well it's hard to say your favorite video game, but one game I've been buying for years and continue to buy every version they make is Tekken. Actually, when Wu-Tang first started making money, me and Method Man came to Manhattan and went to the place where they sell real pinball machines and video games, and we tried to buy a Tekken to bring home to our house. And they wouldn't sell it to us at that time. Method Man would up getting one though. I wound up getting a pinball machine. Anyway, Tekken 40. You get a swimming pool but you can't fill it with water, what do you fill it with? Money is not a choice either RZA - Those little plastic balls that you see in ball pits 41. Liquid Swords II when? Btw Liquid Swords is the greatest Hip-Hop album of all time RZA - I think GZA may be in the process of writing that now Chamber of Fear[Hook: sample] I come for darkness, and lightness will appear And you got to disappear, through this chamber of fear [Rev. William Burke] Yo, aiyo, the 36 Chambers of vigorous training Pinpoint aiming, arrigorous paining Swordplay, villanous blood staining Meditation, grace and mind elevation To trigger the thought, the law of the court Be the love of the sport, and it can't be bought Once taught, the hidden Chi secret style art To use it, to get to the top and not part I sought, a means of escape from the darkness And how much energy will victory cost us 12 Jewelz, and the Gods move cautious Twelve fools, had attempted to flaw with us But we pop shots at 'em, like jump shots Three hundred and sixty degrees, cause we lunch box With more kung fu chops than Ong Bak One drop, of Wu blood'll make it hot to the last drop [RZA] I suppose you know, you can't oppose the chosen one My cold mental chill will leave Phoenix with a frozen sun Gravities being shot from a golden gun No defending my lane, boy, no holding, son Just submit, my crown is undefeatable So bow down to the dragon, that's unbeatable Programming my thoughts, that's undeletable You'll imagine me achieving the inconcivable Shake opponents, the God is unbreakable Try to steal the moment, but you dogs are incapable Trials and tribulations, and fouled the stipulation My word articulation, will uplift the nation You can bet, I'm a triple threat Whether assisting, defending or swishing through the net Dot world wide web, I'm a world wide celeb Bobby got Bush like George and Jeb King pioneer, travel with the Cavaliers Step inside the square, if you dare wanna battle here [Hook 2X] [Rev. William Burke] Preach prophet, drop God body logic Whose squadron invincible, and devils can't stop it We cosmic comets from the lands of the tropics Who see through third eye optics, like cockpits [RZA] Against all odds, and against all squads We defending the yard, with the strength of the God And stand and deliver, face the man in the mirror And abandon our fears, without a blam or a shiver If I give my word, then I plan to deliver Expand my whole Clan, over land and the rivers You'll receive from the giver, understand and consider Don't fall to the fear, you should stand as a pillar [Hook 2X] Daily RoutineIntro: [Bobby (Beretta 9)] *Word Up!* Straight up Spread my knowledge through your projects (knowledge through) Straight up (Word up) Word up *The chief noble oble same total controller of the* *global over law the thousand MCs grab proposal* *Shapes and molds you tapes will hold you hostage* *beats will fold you like a wallet flies get swatted* *once they spotted infra-red dotted head red targets* Chorus: *Yo, we smoke blunts, tote weight, bust shots,* *attend wakes baby make, pay rent stay bent,* *Drink Red Label duck from Jakes we flagrant* *Keep the gear pressed * [Verse 1: RZA] I'm paranoid of loiZOID We fight like Guiver against the hyperZOID NOIDS HIGH ACHIEVER mind computes like Achieva Thoguhts connect like the quarterback to the wide receiver Stay blunted drinking Coqui 900 Never fronting on my niggas on the battle zone Thoughts flip before they change your whips on the Good ship Jesus before Khemet was called Egypt Before the Bloods and Crips Tomahawks and pimps. 18 Puma Spades we still had balds and braids Amplify the sound of the earth rotation Who could pin-point the exact location in space It's to see hear and feel the earth rotation That's why knowledge is the basic foundation of All things and creation, like man is the foundation of His family and the sun's the foundation of the solar system Wisdom is the manifestation when words and actions are put Into activation escape this captivation niggas busting Wasting shots like masturbation transforming like gobots They created a race of robots our new rulers are Computers Abbott's been known now come through to us Heads drifting in space like asteroids Pass the roids, savages trading places like Dan Akyroid The truth is ignored, these devils must be destroyed Chorus: Bobby Search for the better things in life Beef wid wife make a nigga live a street life We smoke blunts, throw weight, pay rent [Verse 2: Beretta 9] Yo, check it out, yo, one two, yo Soon to smooth litigating Camouflage educating Baretta Nines barating Only smoke rounds a day and Ain't nothing to overdo the shit Ya'll niggas best to come up quick We gonna start and finish it Cause I'm sure watch me murder it Undersiege fatigue get bat at major league Nine industry forms that be forced from catigues We live righteous TC they go up do the same Fuck the fame we hear the bill better keep your Eyes peeled fuck around get killed it ain't safe no Fucking more C-Ciphers at my door and I got more Than one war, I'm gonna stay on my toes and do the one To two timers, we gon' make this year our year to Beware peace to rhymers our life is in a bond-a Sware we gotta find a, way out we took the crypt ride We all about, on these streets trying to make ends meet Stay on my feet gotta eat God you things is deep peep The sleep, How you see camouflage these cats We on that bullshit, last days thinkings of snakes And either pull it soft you know like an afro Other cats sit like Castro I murder that snitch ass Donnie Brasco, We dissatisfied of your devils Running running high, my mind and my physical be unified To the day we testify we wanna be penalised Form God Allah motherfuckers best recognise Chorus: RZA A bag of dast mixed wid stress Search for the better things in life Beef wit wife make a nigga wanna live a street life We smoke blunts, duck Jakes, pay rent, stay bent Attend wakes, baby make Search for better things in life Beef wit wife, make a nigga wanna live a street life (Sing first 4 lines of first verse) Booby Trap[Intro: RZA] Hahaha, Digi, yo, yo [RZA] When I was young, I slept with a battery on my tongue So when I spit, the impact with the sting of a stun gun At full blast, rock your cradle, fatal razorblades graze you Split you open, stitch you back wit' a staple I'm football head, I put your head Into a brook, all four, your momma wouldn't look at ya'll Gold from the Panama canal, Alabama gal Got me laid up, on my nuts like kapow B-O-B Boy's fast as Bruce Leroy Meet the rap Galactus, blow planets off his axis My Glock is plastic, my dick *sniff* is magic Stretch up the power you like Mr. Fantastic [Chorus: Dexter Wiggles] Stop, it's a booby trap Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack? Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap [RZA] Yo, when it comes to this mic device, you get ate Like the gingerbread man tryna cross the lake Or the Winchester, call my white son, Lester Poindexter Tell 'em bring back the black mack, strapped with two extra Clips, where's the natural, words inside the apple Potholes in the street, it cracks the Jeep axle Shrivel your heart to a raisin, shorty star gazing Yeah, he got steeper than dunce, once he start blazing blunts Beef, and get drowned in Hunt's Your flame get toast, your best bet to punt I lounge like a hungry jaguar, into agua Trying to catch a fish that multiply like the magua Pocket fat like Jabba the Hutt, Clan gallops up Feel the force of my steel, but you can't count the caliber Digi, Digi, Digi, all inside your city Microphone on the roam, like Capone and Frank Nitty [Chorus: Dexter Wiggles] Stop, it's a booby trap Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack? Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap Stop, it's a booby trap Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack? Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap, yo, yo [RZA] I don't got a taste for blood or flesh skin My mind, like Professor X from the X-Men One line, cause MC's to write their albums down Devils only come amongst you, if you allow them now Due to trading, they infiltrate with persuasion That desire to rob and steel and make slaves of all Living luxury, destructively, conductively Improper nature, privately and publicly Man so stupid when confronted by something he don't Understand, he shoot it, the whole world's polluted My earth gave birth to a universal change us Scribes reflect the child born in the Bethlehem manger Devils try to steal me of my intellect, rob me of my culture Like they whitewashing sculptures Like they snatching down my posters But it's been caught through the eyes of Minolta [Chorus: Dexter Wiggles] Stop, it's a booby trap Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack? Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap Stop, it's a booby trap Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack? Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap, yo, yo Blood Thicker Than Mud (Family Affair)[Intro: Sly Stone] Afro Samurai... Blood... [Chorus: Dionna Nichelle] It's a family affair It's a family affair [RZA] Blood, is thicker than mud Even gangstas and thugs'll prove family love It's a family affair, no calamity there It's humanity share, who's the rightful heir [The Reverend William Burk] With sword style so retarded, it leave enemies Dearly departed, and we nearly cold hearted But, down for the fam, mad rivers of blood It started pouring on land, this be a warrior's clan Without a friend in the world, they find you in the end But I'm loving my girl, cause she fight for the win Will sport a sinister grin, when blowing smoke in the wind Committing menacing sins, all in the name of the kin With pinpoint precision and a 'fro's that's wild Cold razor sharp style again, we killing them down Stay defending on ten, never depending on men Living the samurai code from a hundred on in [Chorus 2X w/ Sly Stone ad-libs] [The Reverend William Burk] Will keep blades even sharper than Hattori Hanzo And be the last man standing after the last blow Slice with one swipe and like a shovel, the gensu And swarm like the Wu, when the planet come blitz you A wise samurai who's alibi is this high Humble as a butterfly, but a killer inside Strong family ties, will keep equality prize Solidy rise, to each other, honestly we can fight In tune on the attack, platoon up in the back With room, taking no slack, we zoom in the format Typhoons, kabooms, and full moons when we combat Killas for contract, with ninjas and all that And if you ain't family, we barely gon' interact Love is for kin folk, a bond is a killer's pack We strike too quickly for the enemies to react Blood thick as mud, and a heart is a road map [Chorus 2X w/ Sly Stone ad-libs] [Sly Stone] Oh child, oh child, grows up be Somebody, just a little blood And ah, blood child, grows up to be The one who just loves blood My love, supposed to build, see it's in the blood Refuse to love, blood's thicker than mud, just stand that [Chorus 2X w/ Sly Stone ad-libs] Can’t Loose[Man singing continuously] "can't lose..." [RZA] What, What Four Shellies What, What, What Four shellies rip through his belly Blast him right outside of Mike's deli Dip to the telly Call my bird up on the celly Bobby what Bobby lust I walk strange And talk strange Long range sniper aims Swiss cheese your brain I don't sleep And don't eat meat Rest twice a week Speak without moving my lips Got fifty pairs of sneaks Fingerprint proof rubber grips Hollow tip clips Eight ounce sip bud nips We crack barbecue chips And clock a bird off the block Straight away from a flock Just caught me at the bus stop Twist the Snapple top Off, pierced her breast Kept her hair processed No panties underneath the dress Wally ankle bracelet Polo frames Her shades had no name Popocane I slowed my game Thick gold chains Make your eyes flame Up against the Bodega gate She stay straight Perfect figure eight Shape, couldn't wait To bust her grape With the applehead Legs spread open Invincible body armor My scarlet blade will slice the leg From the Shaolin llama Cause I...["can't lose"] Cause I...["can't lose"] (Yo) Cause I...["can't lose] [Beretta Nine] Yo, 2001 summer heat Icy hot, play the street Twelve month, seven day a week Cat in eye, we hit Blunts hard Fuck birds hard Bitch slap retards Quick fast Wind up in mass Body cast, its like Don't start shit Won't be shit Allah quick to spot shit Smash hit You know the name kid Don't splash it Pop a joint and blast it The shit sound Hype in your whip Make you take the car and crash it Megagraphical Always speak actual Only deal with natural One hundred percent Five percent Militant in aim With the intent Beretta Nine, blast mine On some empty the clip Wu World Order[Chorus x4: La the Darkaman & Wu-Tang Clan] Wu World Order [Verse 1: La the Darkman] Yo; Niggas is feeble, I'm calm but violent like Ben Siegel I'm anti-evil, plus I touch a desert eagle My life's illegal, slaves and prisons are equal The devil's lethal, he killed a hundred million people I'm Darkman, Iceman, La, Wu-Tang Clan Trafficante, sensei, ¿comprendé? My marine corps, straight from the Trojan war Black-caped crusader, trapped off, flame thrower Stuck a chain store when I was dirty poor for my reward Next week the Germans had me on the bulletin board I beat that case, they couldn't identify my face I'm triple darkness, silence or I'll have you erased Me and my Wu pirates start riots with Osiris Math, I apply it, kill you, but I'm quiet Respect the Abbott, it's Love Allah Shine like a superstar, sting with the cobra claw, what? [Chorus x8: La the Darkaman & Wu-Tang Clan] Wu World Order [Verse 2: RZA] Yo; I enter through the chamber of your ear In a high-pitched silent tone only a dog could hear And impregnate you, with the wisdom of the Wu Then your subconscious dreams come consciously true Have you in such deep thought Your pulse and blood pressure so low You were diagnosed as corpse Have an out-of-body experience, clear, no interference Everything with physical form, lose appearance Become one with the formless and you feel the strongest Escape, travel lives you've lived for the longest Eleven thousand years in a day Without opening your mouth You say everything you wanted to say Attracted to the core of the earth, I stay grounded The sun in the center of this, I'm surrounded By planets in mist that spins the windchill But my light melts your snowflake from ninety-three mil' All who have a ear, let 'em hear as we reveal 'Cause one ear of corn can produce a cornfield And one cornfield can produce the cornmeal The bread from the body of Christ, all is filled With the truth of life inside your bone marrow You could make your physical as large as your shadow World of space is cyber, optic is fiber Become a Wu multimedia subscriber And hibernate, the Wu tape in your mental state Let it meditate, sit back then await The orders, for this you don't need no tape recorder So let's prepare for the Wu World Order [Chorus x8: La the Darkaman & Wu-Tang Clan] Wu World Order [Outro: RZA] We coming soon and we striking at your borders Long Time Coming[Hook: Danny Keyz] It's been a long time coming.. Days, days are turning to nights now They said... they said I'd be okay But when I hear those church bells ringing I begin to pray for today might be my dying day [RZA] The great mind, surpass space and time Seven plains of energy, interlace combine Five conscious stages, stand up courageous Change your polarity, seek mental clarity Ziplock off the chronic, kissed it, then I twist it Build on today's mathematic ballistics I walk with the utmost honorable respect It's a quick locked secret, so Protect Ya Neck This is full metal jacket, ain't about that gossip Nope, you get your face all over the Bossip Go out the closet, you slimey sausage Six degrees of luxury, with no deposi They said a ? beats a ? A plane beats a tank A gat beats a shank Look, I just hit jackpot, a hundred mil to the bank [Hook] [RZA] The continent splitter, the dominant figure The mathematician who calculated God from nigga The Zig Zag Zigga, who civilize the wigga My vigorous attack on the track, slice a thousand giga Bytes of information, in one line, how sometime Use the sky for a blanket, then I bathe in sunshine Nine concubines and nine wives, nine lives Nine clans 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 Clan I answer many questions of life, without asking Breath in the stench of death, without gasping Fasting and praying, while you laughing and playing I am fast in my mind, to attachment what we came in And go through the river of life, I stay floating Live a hundred twenty degrees without quoting [Hook] [RZA] I have no fascination with Satan, no relation to probation I'm the sun sitting still, while you trapped in rotation Every rebel's creation, every thought is innovation One demonstration, we civilized a whole entire nation Attract a generation, who's built with elimination Of wickedness and sickness, we striving for the bliss We rising up our fists, five stage of consciousness Keeping our promises, master our circumference [Hook] [Outro: RZA] Yeah, I'm back Sometimes, you think you bout to lose it all But it's actually, the point that you made it all It seems like life is gonna pass me by But now I'm reborn to a new chance, a new opportunity A life has just begun... And if we having a good time, but wasting your time Seven plains of energy must interlace and combine And all praises due to the Most High... I'm here forever! Wherever I Go[Intro: ShaCronz] Yeah, uh, it's dark outside We still in the hood with this one, ya'll Yeah, from the projects, slums, Fort Greene Huh? Ain't no sun outside, never sunny where I'm from Always grimy, yo, yo, yo, yo [ShaCronz] Everyday is a struggle, but you can catch my team hustlin' till the late night Takin' risks, playin' dice, screamin' "We hate life!" Gettin' this money, but we want more I see a lot of niggas beefin', but they don't want war I heat targets, anything you see, rob it, got beef like the meat market I'm clappin' captains, lieutenants, and police sergeants I got two hoes named Denise and Margaret They come through and finish drama after we start it All my chicks major, I rep N.Y. like a Knick player Get paper, split haters, I still spit and shit razors Got eight pair of sick 'gators, five watches Switch flavors, 50 red and blue rocks around the wrist, player My vision is deep the Division will creep Run up on you, start hittin' your peeps Nigga, we ain't playin, our mission's discreet I'm clippin' your peeps, have you missin' for weeks To let you know we ain't playin' [RZA] Olive oil and fried tomatoes and basil I stepped in flared nasal from Hazelnut Amaretto My watch 80 G appraisal Plus they drop 50 G's for a RZA beat Cherry wood, hickory seats, presidential suites Ice cold bottles of Cristy 'til my eyes misty Complainin' to my lawyer how this rookie tried to frisk me Jealous of my jeep, I gave his badge to the chief And got his ass directin' traffic in the heat for a week [Freemurda] Keep comin' out your gums like loose teeth You gon take 40 to the mouth and it ain't no brewski That monitor gonna show straight lines like looseleaf Got Up North niggas straight out the box like Loosies Wanna shoot me? know you get a kick out of that just like Bruce Lee Ya'll don't wanna lose teeth Comin' all out of your face just like pimples That thing comin' out of my waist, gotta hit you 'Cuz ya'll niggas ain't with it, better quit it 'Til you catch one through that man dribblin' on your fitted That mean one through the front, through the back of the cap Like the great Pun packin' a Mac in the back of the Ac' You could take one, not talkin' bout a Ac' I get cake from the fat crack bag with them packs, what? [Allah Real] Wherever I go, I pack my 44 Wherever I go, I always have dough [Outro: Daddy-O (RZA)] Yo, peace, yo, Bobby! What up? (What up, O? What up fam?) What up cousin, how you (nothin' just trynna sling this shit) What's goin' on (You know I made that drop good off, right?) Oh, word? (Guaranteed, we made all this shit, man) That's what's up, yo, but check this out I got something new here for you, right here (what?) Supposed to give me some lesson (Lesson?) Yeah, lesson (what you talkin' bout, nigga?) Straight (know, how to what, cook the shit up, nigga?) Nah, nah, Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Culture, Freedom.. It's right here (son, what's that all about, though, yo?) Yo, God, it's the new way of life, knowhatimsayin? It's the truth It's the way it's gonna set you free I think you an intelligent brother, you should check this out Youknowhatimsayin, Supreme Mathematics, youknowhatimsayin Check this out, and let me know... (let's see what you talkin' about) Youknowhatimsayin, I know you'll respond good This could take you to another level (Now hold on, man, you an O.G., you trynna tell me you trynna read, man, nigga?) Listen, brother, I've been readin', man, without this man I wouldn't be here right now You know? (You know what, god? Youknowhatimean? I'mma trust your word on this, I'mma pick this up, I'mma read this, aight I'mma get back at you, if I can relate, we'll relate If not, you still gonna have those pounds for me though, right?!?) Yeah, no doubt, but yo, right now, these the pounds right here, g This is Math right here (yeah, it's like that, for real, fam?) For real (aight) aight, peace (Peace fam) This nigga, talkin' peace, man, this nigga's the wildest' nigga I know, yo! Creep[Hook: Thea] Creep, creep, creep Catch them while they sleep Empty every shell from your clip Knock them off their feet [Crisis] These streets that we maneuver through Ain't nothing you familiar too Don't talk it out, noodle you Walk it out at your funeral Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' Black Christmas Be all in your crib with my killas calling Even if you ain't sleepin', We creepin', it ain't no secret Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya Off whiskey Pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi Crisis the Sharpshooter I'mma lay 'em down gently One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot That's why some keep they shit on safety Others keep they hammers cocked Ready to blow Ready to go, fire in the hole And if a nigga ready to retire We retiring his soul [Hook] [Christbearer] Aiyo I woke up hungry every day (every day)(everyday) Til I learn to do the hustle Every which and every way (every way)(every way) The Compton niggas hit the Chevy wit the K In the candy apple trey Shit gets heavy in L.A (In LA) When Twack died-Mack cried- Bushwick start banging again Then he did a back slide (Backslide) I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June The city's full of Crips(full of Crips) AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach) Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips If any, not many, academic scholarships [Doc Doom] Pulp Fiction, Driving in your car without permission With a video vixen, Giving me head like Bill Clinton Got a drug addiction Pop pills with no prescription Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions Truly I'm the one the West is really missing Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence The rap apprentice With a little sack of new inventions Don't listen And I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman [Hook] [Hook II: Thea] Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze Make them Swiss cheese Empty every shell from your clip Knock them off their feet [RZA] You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out Make a wish, boy Blow your brains out Watch me step out the cribby With the heavy chain out Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck Get these wizes, get these digits Get my ninjas back in business All you suckas, get the scissors You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland I be Making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman Bobby Covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman You suckas is useless like old New York tokens Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed You ain't worth the weight Of a grain, from a poppy seed Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure MC's tremble When they hear the name of us Puffin' Eastwood stogies, Swinging Tiger Woods bogeys The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me King Tech scratch the beat, Like he caught poison ivy [RuggedMonk] Compton's where you can find me!!! In the hood, so grimy Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact You can time me ---READY--- Set, go, I let the, tech blow Rugged Monk Kill a track, at any tempo It's simple We Usually Take All Niggas Garments Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment It's over, foreclosure Your shit is shut down Creep when you sleep And squeeze the four pound [Hook] [Hook II] Certified samuraiHahahahahaha, we gon' do what we do right here, baby You already know what it is, Division, back in the building Brooklyn, you see 'em? Haha (yeah, come on) {soldier hold ya sword high} {Swing it like a Samurai} Who are we? We the breadwinners, baby, make it peel, sippin' blunts Smokin' guns, taught M.C.'s how these niggas living Earn, burning word for ya, curb serving Got you hooked by the first purchase, birds chirping Cops listening, with the gun sitting on they lap Cuz of that, the t-shirt's on the block, like 'stop snitching' Living by the code of the samurai Dreams put on hold like operators standing by What you craft with your heart or your weapon It's a question, what you craft with, a Glock or a message in a rhyme I teach you little savage part of a lesson and choice Between being a gangsta and an artist, is the start of your ending You can front like you a gangsta artist, but that ain't the smartest Decision, niggas'll test you Say you ain't the hardest, regardless, what you spare homey RZA told me that the game is flipping, nobody bent for me Haha, you already know what it is Murda is back in the building Division, back in the building Free Murda dick longer than the O.J. trial Have your bitch backstage with the Colgate smile I'm on the back Glocks where the coke ring loud Bullets got flat tops like they stole Kane's style Warm 'em kid, you wanna flow, drain now Get your whole brain out, where your hoes hang out It's killing me, everybody got cocaine nail Stealing Free is like trying take a old stain out Your boy's on fire, my boat stays out It's gon' take more than a wire, to close they mouth Got a slice of that bread, bags that you stole You had a price on your head, now that tag's on your toe And you know that nigga dead when the casket is closed Off with his dreads, keep the mag' in my clothes I'm trying, real good, the semi' got loud up You can die in your hood, like Kenny from South Park How many licks does it take For me to hit the tootsie roll center of a break? Yeah, how many hits must you make Before a man'll get his mule and his forty ac's Soldier hold your sword high... Swing it like a Samurai... Now don't get all out of pride... From the Afro Samurai... Brother’s Keeper[Chorus: Infinite] I'm my brother's, brother's keeper Through the struggle, our bond is deeper I know you'll be there, when I need ya Cuz we're brothers, brother's keeper [The Reverend William Burk] Nevertheless, in spite of Sibling rivalries, my kin will still ride for me I'm back to society, killas be moving silently The world steady trying me, my girl steady trying me At least I got my brother, he never 'fraid to die wit me Through our trials and tribulations, it's torturous With a bulletproof bond, hell fire ain't even scorching this Ten times stronger than the magic of a sorceress And never put a broad first, no matter how gorgeous she is We rugged warriors, always come out victorious Our battles be the gloriest, but that's just how the story is Love is love love, and all is fair in love and war My comrade a killer, to the solid core we keep it raw I got your back like a chiropractor blood pure [Chorus] [RZA] Yo, no other could compare to a brother, even from another mother We bond and love her, our spirits hover over each other In mutual conflicts, chained together like convicts I hold you up by my shoulders, under your armpits He ain't heavy, he my broham, ready for the program Whether busting shots, throwing blocks, swinging swords, throwing hands They can end to the end, not near friends A kin beyond skin complexion, a hard connection God protection, loyal, without question My heart is his heart, my possession his possession Although life is daily right, makes us sometimes appear weaker I'm still there for you brother, I'm my brother's keeper Blessed be the meak, if we strive and to be meaker Plus, we flow together like the mic through the speaker Through good times and bad times, happy or sad times Anytime, all the time, until we reach a flatline Link like medallions to cables, mixers to turntables Never turn on each other, like Cain did to Abel Nah, we stay stable, from the grave to the cradle And after I save myself, I promise I will save you Cuz you my brother, and i'm my brother's keeper You're my brother, and I'm my brother's keeper [Chorus] The Whistle[Intro: RZA] *whistling* *beat kicks in* Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Digital [RZA] Yo, I beat the case, now I face the acquittal You nizzles try to belittle, but ya'll lest in spittle From a baby's lip, the digi made me flip Plus they paid me chips, just to spray the clip And empty out on you, in sync like the SMPTE output on the MPC 2002 We be housin' crews, plus we housin' fools In abandoned apartments with a thousand tools Crazy shootin' dudes buck off the beat Brainless boutless fools who be stuck off the leaf Two guns in their hands yellin' "Fuck the police!" On the weekend get drunk and they fuck with the niece Of the precint chief, she got the tattoo On her breast that's shaped like The W Go 'head snatch the guns, son, I'll cover you And if they get past me we got another two, yeah... [Hook: RZA & Prodigal Sunn] We smoke those blunts the size of bats We got those gats as long as ax We snatch that cheese right off the trap We put those Beez all on your map [Prodigal Sunn] I shoot the fair one, I dare ya'll run through New York City Or any city or place, my face, royal taste, pace myself Ace my health, great with wealth Undetected like the wings of a Stealth, I move for self Or any man, woman or child that I call fam That's the way I am, word to Glock, my sister Pam Son, lived through the terror of the World Trade blues Nine o'clock news, abused the mind of many fools Braves and jewels, made my moves, paid my dues From the School of Intelligence, I stayed benevolent Most high, magnify, multiply, as I add to the Kings of Kings We never die, built my name, sustained like blood Flow through the veins divine sign Dine with wine forever sunshine [Hook] [RZA] We smoke... [Masta Killa] From the Vil to Brazil, live on your C-SPAN radio band Explicit, dice kiss it, pour a little liquor Golden imported from Cuba, Miss Aruba Sexy as Asia, met her up in Mecca Getting up in Just Cipher, hit it on the first date Plotted my escape, twelve hours shift at the gate How can you beat a G a week in '88? Trips to the Pocono Lodge, the fresh Izod Mama shouldn't work so hard to pay the landlord A grand in your birthday card, times is hard The gun hammer click, when the pigs blitz We scramble like Vick, automatic six plus one to the head Yo, the east so hot, it's red, but that's home And my Glock still burn your skin to the bone Sonny Corleone don't discuss it on the phone [Hook to end] Koto Chotan"Koto... Chotan..." [RZA] Yo, yo, Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, I'm not reneggin' I don't fuck with dead pigeons or the pigskin You fuckin' fake 85% snake Derelict ass bitch, your class in dead weight Ain't no fire escape from hell, every devil ain't pale I blast like H.G. Wells: "War of the Worlds" Allah is Lord of all, you sure to fall Collapse like the Berlin Wall, while I'm just hurlin' ya'll Lightnin' bolts ---- by writin' quotes Strikin' jolts that frightenin' to adults A to Zig-Zag you get smacked, all in a shitbag Flushed like the spermbag, because your germ had You on some ol' fake thug shit Drunk from the drink, gassed up by the drug shit Wrong analysis: kidney shot cause dialysis While the Gods rebuildin' Jerusalem, golden palaces Babes in Wonderland wonderin' where the fuck Alice is While you're jerkin' your dick catchin' mad callouses Slave labor steel drivin' like John Henry Layin' down underground tracks for nine pennies [Masta Killa] Huh, get you amped off the anthem Yeah, I get you amped off the uh... Yeah, look, another smash hit My niggas from the Boulevard East New York Squad in the yard gettin' ripped, at least 25 a clip A 100 men stompin' your face, the wolves barkin' Careful, you might get trampled, caught flashin' Wrap him in the maskin' tape, Jimmy Baskin Murder was the case when the crowd break fool Iron Mic Duel, held down by the poolside Along came a spider spun spools in the cipher Swing with all your might, lead spray from the sawed-off pipe Stenographer type, the ghetto hype slang Flow like water off the brim in the rain No escapin', Iron Maiden, check matin' Grandmaster Flash spinnin, P.F. cuttin' The sticky Afgooey, rolled in the fronto leaf Jamel Irief smash teef in beef [Tash Mahagony] Some people lyrics ain't hot My delivery is ill on the mic and I rock So hot, this stage should be a stainless steel pot Leavin' burnin' pains Neosporin couldn't stop On cats who couldn't rock Would shook cause I drop 'em Fear is a probelm in this game if you got 'em My mic I carry the heat for rappers playin' possum 'Fraid that I'm a see 'em, spit a rhyme, lyrically drop 'em Just to say I got 'em, but it's realer than that I'm about more that what you see and what I speak in my rap So be conscious of that Grand told you, "Watch the quiet ones, you didn't get it?" You think that you could rip a chick who spit her lyrics Pretty rhymes so tight my lyrics did it Got you open and it worked it and you won't admit it Hopin' that we both forget it These ain't no one night stand lyrics, I'm never really finished Got you duckin', tryin' to pivot, beware Next time, come wit' it "Koto... Chotan..." Kill The NoiseEpisode 1: Kill The Noise Welcome to the exploration. Today we will set our sights on a familiar adversary: distraction. Together we will begin our quest to kill the noise. Before we take off, we need to ground ourselves. I want you to find a chill environment. Sit down in a very comfortable position. Plant both feet squarely on the ground. Place your hands together or rest them gently on your knees. Now close your eyes. Now we breathe. Inhale through your nose and slowly out through your mouth. Continue with patience. Match my flow. Feel every inhale. Every exhale. Flow in. Flow out. Distraction. For some it’s a rare burden. For many, it’s constant. Think about the distractions that surround you and stifle your creativity. Sometimes it’s the people or things around us—you know, family issues, or crazy coworker, or phone that’s blowing up in your pocket. Sometimes the distractions pop up inside your own head from your own poison thoughts. Or ill-time ideas that steal your focus. Shit, I have them myself. I may think I want this track to be doper than the other track, or my lyric could be better than the next emcee. That competitive pressure can stagnate you. Each new distraction makes us feel less in control. We create chaos, and at times, it feels like we’re completely surrounded. I’m not gonna tell you that you can escape or ignore the chaos. That’s fiction. I’m gonna show you how to embrace it. My approach to life has been to find order in chaos. I think of myself as the sun at the center of the universe. And in my solar system, I’m surrounded by distractions. All that shit is just planets, asteroids, and comets—spinning around me or flying past me. Think of the things in you life that stifles progress or heightens your anxiety. Observe what crashes into your orbit: noise, work drama, negativity. See them all as little planets, asteroids spiraling towards you. They feel like they have an impact, but remember, you are the sun. You have the power to put all that peripheral shit on notice. In this moment and in the moments ahead, when your mind wanders, I want you to pause and identify the nature of the distraction. Irritation? Anger? Humor? Curiosity? Recognize each time something enters your orbit. Acknowledge it. Note it. Categorize it. And let it return to its own orbit. You have the power to act on it later, but for now just take notice. Again, acknowledge the distraction. Not the emotion that it causes. Then watch it drift away. Let it be that asteroid that fizzles out, or the planet the planet that floats in the distance. This is how you exert your gravitational force on the chaos around you, take note of it, and then just let that shit just keep on spinning alongside of you. Alright. Now as we slowly return from our exploration. I want you to think about remaining in the center of your solar system. Stay as the sun. Maintain the planets around you. Now open your eyes. Whar[Verse 1: Kool G. Rap] You ain't sayin' nothing slick to a can of oil Tell your man to tell his man that his man's a girl I holds weight, ya'll niggas skinny like Olive Oil We throws atleast half a ki' in the pot to boil Royal niggas, rags to riches Because your boy breaks bitches like glasses, dishes Burn money like I put it in some grass and spliffed it If I don't get my man that's passed, it's not misses Female donkeys, ya'll niggas ass and dickless Hard white rap, just some foil like chiclets Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress The truth like Al Capone dying for the syphlis Cross me, you name flying on the hit list Ya'll niggas buck, won't even pop a clutch on the gear shift That ain't the hard pose, nigga, you just scared stiff I'm on my grizzly, you might walk right into bear shit You rock your pants too tight, get off that queer shit No turning back when it's on, I ain't trynna hear shit Like the coast guard, I got them choppers than can airlift [Bridge: Tash Mahogany] Sword, dont you know what you bring? You destroy everything - all the blood that you give to men There's, no excuse I could give - we just all want to live All the war that you bring to men [Hook: Tash Mahogany] War - is comin' home - takes families War - I'm not a great big fan of it War - is something that is scandalous Oh no - oh no War - is comin' by air, land, & sea War - is man's insanity This world.. for sure.. Must stop - this world of war [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Tell ya fake niggas don't get me involved, my back is chunky Four-five hanging out the jeans, is crunchy Facial hair beard, looking like Abe Lincoln Stand next to you and my jewels look like ya cage is shrinking Love sweets like a dope fiend, nodder wit fat hands Keep birds around me, they be calling me Batman Precisely I pop like cheap luggage, prefusely bleeding Word on the streets is you lost three buckets Fuck it, you keep dying, I'm into red diamonds Rob me, bitch, I have your whole hood crying Lighting candles on the street like, 'why you trying?' Oh lord, why you had to lullabye him His jewels is cursed, his seeds is first When he do shows, he pop a wheelie off his murst Six three, medium built, tall like Lurch While ya'll faggots be sleep, he be putting in work [Verse 3: RZA] That's his absorbance stance, I got it down to a glance It's war, I got the biggest gun down my pants, pants Got a rock, rocket in my pocket For to knock ya head right out the socket Turn teardrops to smile, been glanced this spare child Spra ya gallon of mace in your face, burn off your 'brows No phone home, you dribbling, we stone ya sibling Get my bloods from Tilden, to burn your building Poison tip dagger sword, chop through your collar bone No, you don't got a fucking chance to holler home Nice dream, your sliced spleen, cut through your ice bling G-O-D, heats, melts you like it's ice cream I'm not vanilla, I'm black panther chinchilla My cousin's an orangutan, my brother's a gorilla The other's a ape, he turn a rainbow straight Get you trapped in the jungle now you can't escape War it is, that's the biz, Glock pop, plops the feds Split your wig, crack your whip, smack your wiz, blast your 'quip Chains and whips, planes and ships, guns, swords and flintstones And bricks, munch, clothes and kicks, you know it's [Bridge: Tash Mahogany] Sword, dont you know what you bring? You destroy everything - all the blood that you give to men There's, no excuse I could give - we just all want to live All the war that you bring to men [Hook: Tash Mahogany] War - is comin' home - takes families War - I'm not a great big fan of it War - is something that is scandalous Oh no - oh no War - is comin' by air, land, & sea War - is man's insanity This world.. for sure.. Must stop - this world of war Drama[Intro: RZA] I wanna dedicate this song to the young god, Kareem The Genius... Digi... Say it to 'em roof angel [Hook: Thea] Learn to keep my head up to the sky And ask myself why, it has to be this way I'd like to live my life in peace And health, not to worry about All the dramas of the day As we strive for luxury And try to feed our families It always seems that someone's in your way I'd like to live my life in peace And health, not to worry about All the dramas of the day [RZA] (Monk) I met a young brother, about 28 Who seemed intelligent and rather quite straight I greeted him, and struck up conversation To see if the youngster had some self motivation Peace brother, whats your name? How you be? (I'm Rugged Monk and I'm all about the currency) [Monk] (RZA) (You mean gettin' paid?) Yeah like my man's brother Who has a condo, he shares with his baby mother You know a condo beats my apartment With no lights, no gas and backed up rent No hot water or heat, infested with plenty rats That'll eat up the average alley cat (I'm like damn, homey, thats poverty) (He's like) Word O.G. that bothers me Plus I'm about to be a new father, G (We need to wise up and change the hood policy) [Hook] [RZA] (Monk) {both} Yo, why you fear the devil, as a grown man? Why you not out there trying to make your own plan? See we are a victim, of a situation Where a wicked man, separated the nation And got us killin' off one another Black on black, they pit brother on brother It's gettin' hot, hotter than July See the murder and crime rate is risin' to the sky (For example, in my neighborhood it's so hot I'm often woke up, from the alarming sounding of a shot) (So I'm thinking what), Is your neighborhood a trap? {Could this be the place marked X on the map?} (And I'm spotted like a target in a shooting gallery So I strive to seek for a better salary So I can escape from where? From this ghetto life area {Cuz everyday it gets scarier} [Hook] Shady[Intro] Oh Bobby why do you treat me so bad.. You know I love you [Hook: Intrigue] But what I saw it wasn't me But what I saw in front of me Oh baby baby you was acting so shady I thought that you were stickin' me Another girl you're tricking me I gotta go cause I thought that I was yo' baby But what I saw it wasn't me But what I saw in front of me Oh baby baby you was acting so crazy I thought that you were stickin' me Another girl you're tricking me I gotta go cause I thought that you were my baby [RZA] Girl you can't trick me Nor can you stick me You try to play slickly said you strictly dickly But you and your friends you play the licky licky I figured it out when I caught that hickey Between yo' legs where your chocolate split be Now Bob Digi gotta toss you like Frisbee Out the window Off and away you go 'Ain't got no time and no love for hoes, fuck How many project sluts wanna nut or get touched? And ramped up in the back of my truck Or to eat the Benz up when yo' girlfriend would Have her knees to her ears so I can slip in good Bobby Now walk the block with black hoody hat Dog on the prowl tryin' to snatch the little putty-cat They red riding hood And I'm the big wolf 'Bout to puff off these pistols like I'm George Bush And push push through your power-u Goosh goosh explode my load Have it running down your toosh toosh Now you sneakin' around like a crook crook Tryin' to look inside my phone book book Bout to loose it all girl you shook shook It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks jooks It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks jooks It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks Hook [1x] [Beretta 9] C'mon man save it go ahead with that boo Oh you take me for a fool I send my sister for you Claim I'm sneakin' sleepin' creepin' cheatin' you buggin' yo Listenin' to yo' cuzin' mad because she a lonely ho Simple fickle minded dizzy tryin' to insult I Now you wanna go and turn around and then ask why Peace be out bounce Spread yo' wings fly Me lie c'mon how? That ain't god's style C'mon man You don't know me by now? Three years in I should of messed around but somehow I kept it real Girl I was ya' nigga' until Ya switched the whole current And if that's how you feel Be out Be out yo' Be the fuck out Hook [1x] Oh Bobby why do you treat me so bad ... You know I love you Hook [1x] Throw Your Flag Up[Intro: RZA] Eh-yo, Kinetic What up God? You got that Glock cleaned? Soaked those bullets in oil? So yo, I'mma call the Black Knights up And North Star from down in the Westside Nah mean? Eh-yo, they gon' come and blast this shit over YouknowImean? Think we don't need no Shaolin cats for the job Take it to the Wild Wild West {​*beat kicks in*}​ BOODOODOO.. [Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {​Ms. Roxy}​] Yeah.. (Come on son) The one and only.. sharpshooter.. (Spark these niggas my nigga) Yo I speak to be heard {​Digital}​ The truth shall set you free {​Digital}​ (Set them niggas free God) You in a Chamber, in the Chamber {​Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..}​ (BOODOODOO.. Darkness, you know? Must come to light) [Verse 1: Crisis (RZA)] Eh-yo, it's the sharpshooter, one and only, guaranteed I ain't tripping, yo it ain't no comparing me To nothing else, untraceable, like a stealth bomber on your radar There they are, take a look, yo I spit the uncontainable Highly flammable, unexplainable Game Pro - Crisis show you how to tame a ho Show you how the game should go So you lames can know Black Knights equals nothing but dope So what you working with? You bitch niggas ain't hurting shit, spitting commercial shit We rhyme for different purposes I spit for the cause, you spit for the broads I spit for the streets, you spit for the geeks I spit for North Long Beach and all of my peeps Holding it down, I spit for the meak We holding the crown, you savage niggas had your chance So now it's on us, it's just us, you get your bones crushed You got against us, resist us? I thinks not (thinks not), it's impossible {​*echoes*}​ [Break: RZA] If you live for the blood, Throw Your Flag Up If you got the love in your heart, Throw Your Flag Up [Verse 2: RZA] Rollie Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag up Street had the pen and the pad, he threw a tag up Uncooked beef in the street, they tagged the rag up Goldie got the clip from the closet and filled the gat up Bobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat up Let the dogs out the basement, pulled the rap up Somehow the Brown cats about to get clapped up Pussy high nigga off coke tried to act up Against the world's greatest mind, Bob Digital Might throw a Shaolin Hand-block or a fifty-two My young son Big Un don't fuck with Patty Cake Bound to walk through the woods barefoot, choke a rattlesnake While his brother Melchizedeck, dissect it Up in the project life, the street's be hectic The gun burst, son shot his tongue first Shouldn't've shot his tongue first, should've shot the gun first Now chew on the Sunburst, bitch, it's Bobby's day Lyrics for the out, click click, like shottys spray Tear through flesh/bone, get lodged up in your ass cheek Cuz you came talkin' that same bullshit last week Fuckin' cokehead nigga, what? Your brain numb? I used to wonder where these pussy-clats came from Up in the thirty-six cell block I Shadowbox Sip on wheat grass and build up like a male ox [Break: RZA (Monk)] If you love for the Glock, +Throw Your Flag Up+ If you got love for the Gods, +Throw Your Flag Up+ If you live from the heart, +Throw Your Flag Up+ Don't cause the beef, I might tie the rag up All my Digihead niggas, roll the bag up BOODOODOODOO.. and +Throw Your Flag Up+ (If you come from Long Beach, +Throw Your Flag Up+ If you come from Compton, throw your rag up If you come from the West then throw your hood up If you come from the block then +Throw Your Flag Up+) [Verse 3: Monk] I spit the flavor for the ear, shit for the streets Rollin' in the cutty about five niggas deep One SK, two Tec-9's and two sticks Ready to trip on these fools around my way poppin' shit Like the Black Knights don't air them things out Knuckle up in the spot 'til someone get drops Stomped, get passed out Passed out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic brawl Clean sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the home-run Black Knights known to grab mics, leave the spots full blown You know motto, the +Knights or Nuttin'+, so stop frontin' Like you ain't heard this high pitch through your twelve-inch Kenwoods, Alpines, I keep those six-by-nines thumpin' +Jumpin' Jumpin'+ like Destiny, I laced it with the Rugged recipe You know my technique on a Ra' beat Speak the Digi slurred speech but aggressive with the mic On mine, it's strictly Black Knights Steal the spotlight, show niggas how to rock mics The right way, spit like a K, M-o-n-k The conqueror, smash your sponsor Learn the lesson from the Black Knight lethal +Silent Weapon+ [Outro x2: Ms. Roxy] Digital, Digital, Digital.. Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.. Digi, Digi, Digi.. Deadly Venoms[Intro] Yo, here we go yo The Prince Rakeem, this here is called My Deadly Venom You know what I'm saying? Some old freestyle type of slick slang For you and your gang Girls so y'all can kinda sweat this Check it out and ya don't quit [Verse 1] And many brothers know me for what? For bagging bitches But I'm also known for giving stitches A buck 50 for those who get nifty That's why your ass so fast to call me swifty And here I go and here I go Hey yo go out like Bo and act like ya know That ya can't beat me or bring me The least bit of harm Sssss, um um, uh uh Heck no, I keep a sucker brain petrified When I grab the mic I won't let go, I'd Rather go live forever and ever and ever Let it go? Never Assume a lot of boys are doomed Without being tuned To many many many moons As the champ that blast through your amp I can't get weak 'cause my style can't cramp I'm rugged like Guess black denim Battles y'all know I always ran 'em When it comes to rappers, they're seeds I'll plant 'em As I eject ya wit' a dose of deadly venom This is the way I like to Parley And amputate to the words I say The tormentor, take you on a mad adventure Through an episode that's cold like the winter Check your checklist And see if you can wreck this You thought I was a lover And didn't expect this Style I specify but now you can testify Thee not a less the best is I [Chorus] Deadly Venoms Deadly Venoms, kid Check it out, yo [Verse 2] No time for charades or masquerades It's more rugged shit with the kid with braids And I like brothers to step up and show what they got And watch 'em drop on the spot And pop the corns Just raw like crumbs from my tongue 'Cause you're small like Tom Thumb But I'm great, up to date and elevate Rhymes I design I write with paper mate I stimulate your thoughts Can't take shorts Won every battle that I ever fought So friend or foe Who want to go toe to toe? Yo you know you're gonna fall below Zero don't try to play hero Like um, Robert De Niro and Crazy Shapiro But I exempt not to be a wimp I walk with a limp of a Roscoe pimp I'm a slickster Who's out to get your sister You disagree with me? Fuck you mister So uncanny brothers can't stand me I'll take the panties from your mammy and your granny Rap crusader, bam boom invader Sexcapader and also a panty raider So protect your property 'Cause when it comes to bagging girls No one is stopping me Or getting rid of me I'm the epitome Even cold fuck the statue of liberty That's the way that I am though Yea Rakeem with a rugged deadly venom (venom) [Interlude] Yea check it the Deadly Venom (Venom) Word, the Deadly Venom, kid Yea a Deadly Venom (Venom) [Verse 3] Suckers step to me and think they can do me Your style is screwy like Hong Kong Phooey You can't push me, rush or mush me Dust or crush, or even ambush me 'Cause I'll play ya right out of position See through your mission with x-ray vision And once I see ya I get Scrooge like Ebenezer Crush ya like black Caesar After that I'll leave ya Hit 'em with a symptom of Rakeem fever You get strung, hung, swung Done, by a witty rap tongue From a young man who understood What it takes to be good Make a rhyme sound like it should Susa I'm making this style looser I turn men to stone like Medusa You get blown and thrown off course Feel the remorse, you're forced to take a loss I get crazier slay ya like Hell Raiser Style amaze ya I'm rugged like a trail blazer Then I crash right through your Lyrics I sued 'em They're moving like U-Haul Booming 'em, doing 'em, wrap 'em like aluminum fo-o-oil Your plans got spoiled Rhymes will affect ya Who loves to wreck ya? I laugh in your face like I'm Woody Woodpecker Ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha You can't get with the Ra Deadly Venom [Outro] Word, Know what I'm saying? The Prince Rakeem strikes again Never hit below the belt although the blow is felt I wanna say peace to the DMD Posse And the Gladiator Posse And the whole Staten Island Posse And the Funky President Melquan Be a Man{*sampled singer singing "Be a man" And "bad situation man" throughout the song*} [RZA] Yeah it's Bobby Digital Just floatin over the city I came across this, this, this black man He was talkin about (look down below) Sure of yourself rising, prices of food skyrising Foreign countries movin in USA, enterprising Snatchin your mic then speakin, while you might be leaking Then losin the luxury, average man be seeking Thought he was so smart; ho's cheating, life fall apart Fucking a hundred bitches couldn't mend a broken heart Start as a soda jerk job, as a mail clerk Fucked this white bitch in the office, got fired from work Nine-to-five, government high taxes Police dispatches, Beauracatics attackin black Asiatics Resident with bad plumbing, Cocaine got my brain numb And bitch complained about cumming, pussy stay humming; $200 parking, summons out of state warrants High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence Got me gaining weight, fuckin up my right kidney Cousin raped at school, Eli Whitney Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by faux penmanship, with unpaid doctor bills Framed got shot and killed, cops popping pills Three pair cotton, steel closet, cabinet of no frills Mo' bills, sister got evicted from Park Hill Punch a hole inside the NARC wheels My dogs bark, still carry dark steel And unmarked bills, I'm from the uncut, dope, found on director's reels Bobby Digital may switch back to Bobby Steels Rusty .38's, bought rust inside the herb gate So hungry, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's weight Rash break out, where's the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments Un-proudly in the church paid for annointment Better checks don't come late About to separate with her man In the city, domestic violence escalates Get a highest ratio in five years, the idea is to plant fear Boy you slap yo' bitch, po-lice is there To cuff you or snuff you, they might bust you Cause your ho snatched your money up, didn't want to fuck you We must learn to communicate, and unificate Stop the black on black, hate on hate White on white, black on white, put the love in love I'm blunted up, blasted inside the strip club Shorty wop, fifteen year old, all she needed was love And mo' dough so she won't have to show her knotty afro Collect call from my son denial, said he might blow trial, or cop out to 3 to 6 Bad situations, being a man is hard shit, something'll get trapped out I mean, yo You got crack fiends in spots with vaccine shots Black teens drop out of high school, white boys selling stock With bonds they can't put their word on 20 years, shorty wop, pussy 'bout to swerve on Up in the crib, new fridge, of dead pig Two kids, from this older cat who looked like Calvin Coolidge But got splat in his back last year, robbing this jew inside the diamond district No one got convicted, heard they never found the biscuit I'm booby trapped by the capitalists, trying to subsist Sometimes happiness is hot grits and catfish, or a bowl of Cookie Crisp I got harassed by this rookie bitch Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrant to tie my kicks $50 ticket, 'bout to strike and picket And shout at the City Hall, motherfuck the wicked And greedy, give to the needy Down on my luck, about to grab a ouija board, that's when Bobby Digi seen me Said, "Yo son, don't stress out over no one, learn the slogan: Knowledge is half the battle, that's one to grow on And don't be counterfeit It's a bad situation just being a man, but we got to handle it" Bad situation we in bein' a man NYC Crack[Kung fu sample] Now, it's the master's turn though I'm betting in, well there's a show here [Intro: RZA] Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid, watch your step Watch your step, kid, watch your step.. Yo, yo, yo [RZA] We take your wizzes away, like we be called on Deep in space like the Millennium Falcon Ya'll be fools, scored like ancient Babylon Rabbits and turtles, all run the marathon Yup, ya'll paper chasing, ya'll human racing Who got the best basement? You got a 6SL, I got a SSL I score movies, make Supreme Clientele [Hook: Thea Van Seijen (RZA)] Oh, here I am (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack) No, can't get it near, I quit (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack) All day, all night, what brings to you life For you in the world (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City Crack) [RZA] Silly rabbits, trynna disrespect The Abbott Don't you know that we'll turn your cold body to maggots I got forty million records sold, some platinum, some gold Some we just put out to meet the tax code Your career will be shorter than the 21st of December Be one of those thousand rappers no one remembers While my name is carved on trophies, colleges recite my bars You can look up, and see my name up on the stars And when it comes down to that basic talent I got 20 little cousins that can meet your challenge Yo, stop and listen, and check this proposition Son, got lots of vision, plus lots of wisdom Hindsight, foresight, insight, out of sight Some try to imitate, but they are not alike They only piggy back, have a Digi Snack That Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack [Hook] [Kung fu sample] We're just dealing, of a man Tough take before you A cryptic to your power The reason why we slept and spared your son's life Was to give you faith Thank you, man, thank you You fight well, the hand must reach to the sky Save the best for me, and have perfect breathing Good breath control, you know of these [Hook] The Grunge[Intro: Beretta 9] Car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress 37 between 106th We got a possible homicide All cars, all cars, we got a situation down [RZA] Aiyo, toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots of Hpnotiq Ya'll bitches want beef, son, you got it Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob Diz-noc Plex on the K.B., son, you get shiz-not Right in your hiz-ead, you'll be diz-ed Don't front on this nigga, I'mma from New York Ci-zey! Ya'll butter pec', make my nut squeak Have me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter speak Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh Butter pec', make my nutter weak And ya'll crabs down south, you ain't got a clue How it feel to slip in that papi chino power u White Cadillac truck just high beamed us Mami look like she was Angie Martinez I don't espanol, I play imposter I was like "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?" Let's slip back to my casa She was like "Nigga! You sound like rasta!" I'm the ace in the decks... *girl speaking spanish* [RZA] I'm the ace in the deck, still casin' a Tec That filled with the taste of the lead, buck buck The bass and the treb', the space in the back Where chumps walk by, and they face get slapped I'm not known to talk a lot Sit on five whips, son, so I don't walk a lot Got ten chicks, so I don't hawk a lot Been around the world, but I love New York a lot Especially up in Bedstuy, with those crazy Cuffies Or in Fort Green, with those crazy Cuffies Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and Puffy's You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my hobby Fuckin' the mics is my hobby [Outro: girl] Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby {*car smashing and glass shattering*} The Abbot (Interlude)[Skit: RZA] The ol' abbot 'n shit, y'knahmean? You gotta sit still, after a while, knahmsayin? But as long as he keep the fire burnin Any spark, he can he can touch another fire He can spark another person, another person That's why you see in the kung-fu flicks You see the abbot, you know That he don't come back to fight the villain He get a student, he train a student for that job Odyssey[Intro: RZA] Watch it, watch it, watch it, watch it Get it, get it, get it, get it And so as Bobby... And so as Bobby... And so as Bobby start to learn more jewels of life He became more the wiser, and the RZA was being Manifested from within For a new embryo, had been born through the cypher Bringin' forth into existence, the Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah And he started to spit shit like this [RZA] Yo, Happy New Year, throw on your Wu-Wear We true here, you crab derelict bastards, you can't push through here The ice melter, you best to to dive for ya shelter This assignment is called Alpha Phi Sigma Phi Delta Digi tech, 36 tech, eject pellet Rip through rap cadet, no one left to tell it Then them hook, walked through justice in books Scotch whiskey, in the middle of Patty, with four Glocks wit me Hair puller trigger nigga, 16-shot dart spitta Chart splittas, who walk through the hood, heart bitter For industrialized rapped capitalist, trynna snatch a crack of this BZA bitch, please don't make me flip, flip, flip, flip And bones get sparked, my wiz as strong as Joan of Arc While ya dogs just bark, bark, bark We spread this attitude, to every point of latitude Every street crevice, every corner, every avenue I might be on the Eiffel, wit a 30/30 scope riffle Ready to snipe you, and wipe you from the face of the earth You can taste it diverse, the blood thirst I start to bring the great Flood, first, first, first [Outro: RZA] So as his mind start to grow He start expression himself through his hip hop culture Changin' his thoughts, standin' on his truth of square Build it better himself to those around him And he start talkin like this... Hungry men have no respect for law, or authority, or human life A man's bread and butter is only Insured if he works for it Leadership means everything, pain, blood and death What night is to day, man is to woman, and woman is to man Fear is the state of nervousness, only fit for children, not men All men are created equal, so to fear man, is to offend God Fear is to lose control of ones nerves, then you become like a helpless deer, or a featherless bird We stated the the true and living, living true And these jewels, thoughts of great wise men, like Marcus Garvey Start to build up inside Bobby's head And it lead him to the knowledge of himself And he became a strong muthafucka! 2 Left Shoes[Verse 1: Rev. William Burk] Yo, what’s todays Mathematics? Two plus square The truth is the only light Nigga stand by himself In the surrounding of darkness There’ll be no disc shining In the square of the universe Which is 360 degrees When God builds he (?) Perpendicular to a square [Hook: Truth Hurts] Hate you on a daily Man this shit is crazy It ain't worth what we (?) you Sippin’ ‘till I’m cloudy Just so I can maintain Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes [Verse 2: RZA] I love my niggas to death, down to the last breath But the last breath, I'm gonna save for myself You fake snakes Only come around when they need you Savages, biting off the hands that feed you Come among the righteous trying to spread that evil Blinded by the love all these years but now I see you For who you be and what you are to me Tip a ray magnet trying to get a charge off me In the old days, I would give a charge for free But nowaday, I’m charging you $100 g’s Wu-Tang is permanent I’m the illuminated (?) Known to chops heads off at the hip hop tournament [Hook: Truth Hurts] Hate you on a daily Man this shit is crazy It ain't worth what we (?) you Sippin’ ‘till I’m cloudy Just so I can maintain Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes [Third Verse: RZA] From a small water cacoon Bent to the shape of a quarter moon A small water pack that’s placed above the womb I was fashioned by Allah’s All men are created equal Then tricked with wicked lies that separated the people Then escaped to (?) (?) Someone tried to shoot Mister Robert Fitzgerald The supreme original intelligent The Prince RZA Somehow mistake me for a old wise wizard I put love up against anything I put love upon the angel wings I put love beyond the diamond rings With true love nothing should come between [Hook: Truth Hurts] Hate you on a daily Man this shit is crazy It ain't worth what we (?) you Sippin’ ‘till I’m cloudy Just so I can maintain Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes Break Bread[Intro - Jammie Sommers] (RZA): Yo, yeah yeah, yo what? (Gotta spit on these bitches real quick) Yea, Jammie Sommers bring the thunder, what? (Word up, doo-doo stain bitches) Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo.. [Jammie Sommers] Yo save John Bennett, trauma John Bell Lace stay in my equality, mic oddessey Judy Plum, ghetto tag on the drum Nestle in the glass, I was plunged, double-edged tongue Pearly handle, police woman scroll Brooklyn, we bouncin, commercial keep lookin Pussy tight ginger, turn rough cats to cringers Make him surrender is car and legal tender Sunshine on time, manifest all time 'tween beams Because I see the true reality, sculpted by my Wallabees Study righteous God Degree, yo.. [Both] We Break Bread and deal with equality [RZA] Yo check it, my break and deal with this son Explicit lyrical orgy, you bitches smell like dead foggy ho While Jammie splash you with the bottle of Giorgio Or Chanel's No. 5, dog bitch you can't survive You buy and shoot some straw ride, ya tried to glide on B.O.B.B.Y Jammie Sommers, treat her like my daughter, real niggas wanna fuck her Pass a quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild flower blossomin Power-U, have you gaspin for your oxygen Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star Gaps Cowboy boots and tastle, with the straw hat You derelict hoes, we fuck y'all without pullin down our clothes While your nigga wish to lick Jammie Sommers' toes Imaginate, you best to go home son and masturbate Or put your ten dollars up and buy the fat tape [Jammie Sommers] Yo, a hundred thousand, two hundred and fifty cash Yo now, watch Miss Sommers, shake that ass Yo, you love the way my brother splash Chain reaction keep you puzzled Mouth muscle, card shuffle, belt buckle Jammie S'll never kiss ass after I close a deal You best to believe this rap shit I say is for real A lot of y'all bitches be good earners with two out Take too many chances, chillin with niggas, lampin Profilin, wildin, Jammie hung with the realty smilin Takin shots at Louie the thirteenth, and tie you up Bathed in Sheik, so you could watch your man beat his meat Cuz, uh, lodi dodi, I got the body And tutti fruiti, I got the booty I shake, my rump, all in ya face Make a bitch tie my sneaker lace Cuz A is for Apple and J is for Jack And most of y'all bitches ain't go no hair in the back And ya tracks is wack The ChaseBurst, better run, better run for your life! Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi (yo) Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me (yo) ... (Yo) Burst! Put the key in the ignition friction sparks my transmission I'm gear shiftin, fast lane switchin, tryin to ditch em Escape, I got the briefcase full of papers Plus the microtape of all the secret society snakes Recordings, plan how they want to destroy the black man And take every square inch of land and kill the Wu Clan What the fuck? My four hundred horsepower truck High speed with the Ironman CD turned all the way up Shots fired in back of me, they practically hit my tire Yo I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain't on fire Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode Felt like a scene from the last James Bond episode Drivin sixty miles per hour through weed trees and dead flowers Bust the overdrive, couldn't control the power Pushin through bushes, mud, bugs Covered the front and back windshield like carwash suds I couldn't see, I knew these niggas was gainin on me I tried to bust a 360, I crashed into a tree It felt like a bulldozer, knocked my ass over I fell out the Rover, grabbed the briefcase ran over To a log cabin, had a sign posted DO NOT ENTER I bust through the door my body got cut up with splinters I ain't give a FUCK, tryin to find somewhere to duck Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh And catch my breath, count how many shots I had left My clip was full, the first nigga walk through I'm gonna pull It was Ivan Korlof, he came through with a sawed off Bust the cannon shot and tore the rest of the fuckin door off Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me Killer Bee, fast lamborghini (repeat 2X) Junk turned fragments scattered in all direction One grazed me, on my kneecap but didn't faze me Count to three, jumped up, I fired back My four-four snub slug, dug a hole in his head Like Dig Dug, partner crashes in With the infrared precision shots, just missin Night vision goggles, shit had me boggled Forty-Four mag, was too much to swallow Held the briefcase in front of my face, jumped through the window Daring, got up and went like Dr. Kimball I burst, broke, ran, jetted, fleed, boogied, moved, was audi Slid, ducked, dipped, bounced, ghost, escaped, blazini, poof The Genie, disappear, niggas out like they ain't seen me Killer Bee move with the speed of lamborghini Bobby Steels on the track, word up Bout to escape with the tape Word up Glorious Day[Hook: Dexter Wiggles] I thought I'd never, see the sun I thought it never shine again Then the sun came, back round again Since you came in my life and then Like there was no clouds, stand on water Glory came to shine again It's a glorious dayyyyyyyyyyy [RZA] Yo, they say great minds think alike, we used to drink all night Think about things that's wrong and how to make it right Ice cold bottles of brass, and time flashes A hundred blunts passes, before the God askes What's the square miles of the planet, why is the axis slanted? How much is covered by water, how much is granite? Every second is the past, every second is the future Every second is the present, how long does it last? True I Master Equality, God Body be Flowing like the Chi energy, inside your arterries Hand design jewels and rhymes, like fine potery Even if you went ten time platinum and struck lottery All the material that you gain in this world Wouldn't match the price of a snowflake in hell Bobby, did it all, boy, before you was born Ya'll front like ya'll thugs, but ya'll niggas be pawn [Hook] [RZA] Whether million or billion, or trillion, or quadrillion Or quintillion, or even six sextillion We still be building, revealing the truth All the knowledge that these devils be concealing, it won't stop til Every soul is killed, then, and healed then Opressed by the pen, serve the clip, angel wings Only to be awoken by a Killa Bee sting Injected with the venom of truth, I defend the youth The black choppers, I spot 'em through the circle Go 'head, bust my whip, snake, my shit is gun proof But the darkest spot in your mind's not sunproof Here comes the proof, son, we present the proof [Hook 2X] Righteous Way[Junior Reid] Blessed love my lark, blessed love empress All teaching of ways, all prince and all princess Gods and goddess, kings of de earths, kings of de earths Heeeya-hahahahaha! Jah! Rastafari [RZA] R-rza-rec-rec-Bobby Yo [Junior Reid] Jah live the +Righteous Way+ Teaching the youths of today Bobby Digital do and then them say Love with me today Love with me today Baby this is what they say I'm gonna lead the youths in my stray No foul play, no foul play Want them of love all the way, and no foul play Want them of love and not the negative way RZA want no drive-by car, then we will see about how we are Am I going the digital way, send all the youth to the digital way Jah live the +Righteous Way+ Leading the youth of today Tell them to watch and pray A child shall lead the way, the way Jah live the +Righteous Way+ Teaching the youths of today Bobby Digital do agree to tell them say Love shall lead - love is the only way Love we want in America, in Jamaica, and in Africa Love all over the world, for all women boys and girls Men women boys and girls [RZA] Let it be known Let it be-let it be known Let it be known Some said Bobby oughta burn in hell because these fancy bitches Got a closet full of kung-fu flicks and nasty pictures A library to decipher anything religious He beg for mercy, we pray for Allah forgiveness Rough nights, tough nights police cuff tight Locked the fuck up, someone's mad enough to snuff Mike Couldn't fuck right or puff right This 15-year-old bastard got drunk and stuck like The kid in the GangStarr vid, Just to Get a Rep Pop was a klep, moms out on the steps See sometimes he feel like a motherless, starve for another kiss At night search the skies and searchin for the mothership Only to find it's all inside yourself Are you ready for the things of mental health? This old man had a lack of mental health Because his grandfather clock got to old for his shelf So he had to die with a cold on his chest The Old Earth said that the soul went to rest Something that we never could understand Is what he told me, sayin; "Yo, how could the ghost be holy?" That's what he told me, when I watch TV all I see Is unfriendly ghosts is bustin through like Scream Part 3 [Junior Reid] Them say Digital way All the youths, them ah say They wants them to live in the Rastaman way Now follow Babylon way, long time nah Babylon ah lead them astray They want Bobby Digital way, say the pussy and the +Righteous Way+ Want the Rastaman way, Rastaman never lead you astray Righteous way Righteous way Now lead the youths, them astray Tell them to watch and pray Just, watch and pray Jah will lead the way A brighter day Youths are the future, oh yeah Do You Hear the Bells?* limited release as the b-side of a Stress Magazine CD insert And the European release of the LP [RZA] Yea, What's happening women? What's happening women? Yea I got it now, yea yea yea, Yo Bobby Digital, point 'em out Point 'em out watch me sort 'em out Can you hear the bells?, I hear bells, can you hear the bells? We hear the bells, yo the B the O the B the B the Y The D the I the G the I the T the A the L Can you hear the bells? Digital digital Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby [RZA] Yo fucking up the microphone be my hobby All you crab motherfuckers out who want to rob me You best to slob the knob G You could never catch the great Bobby, indestructible High producer production Suck to the wall like suction cups Yea what the fuck is up you duck You better slip Or get your wrist slit Ultimate legit, can't quit when it comes to making hits A phat ass track I quickly program it For others could see me, its like Smothers brothers You get spread on bread like the butter Peanut, what, see what, B what, razor blade cut from Your neck to your gut Have no shackle Easy for me to tackle Best to watch back cause my razor sharp style Grapples MC's With the eagle claw clutch I'm just to much to touch Keep the mike beside me like Starks and Hutch Word Up quick to roll a dutch and puff it up Blunts everyday in the month No need to front We cause the blood to gush Operation push, it's the Wu! You scarecrow, jump off the road You best to reload, your gat black And get your whole shit back phat Don't step to me with that We can't have that weak that Bob Digital inside your citadel Shit is critical, word it's gonna take a miracle For MC's fall to the fallacy Here's my rhyme policy Acknowledge me I keep the high quantity plus quality Equal make you see the sequel Defiant eagles can't match me or royal regal Lethal eagle techniques Word up when I speak the dialect It makes girls' pussys get wet While niggas hit the rewind on my casette We could make a thousand dollar bet Bobby never failed yet Bout to strike gold Got Big Free on the ones and two Break it down for them one time Chorus: Do you hear the bells? I hear the bells Can you hear the bells? Bobby, can you hear the bells? I hear the bells! Buh-Bobby, Buh-Bobby [RZA] Fucking up the mike be a hobby! Crab motherfuckers try to step up to rob me Bitch you must be stupid, slob the knob Z B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L, Bobby Digital Served well keep the phat clientele I watch you crab niggas fail Try to sail the boat but couldn't stay afloat I float on a note like a Staten Island ferry boat Keep my rhyme chocolate coat Bitch you know when you bite my shit it taste sweet Going down your throat Point 'em out let me sort em out The fattest links we sport 'em out Nuts bubbling boosted from extra scouts from Dublin I could fuck a dozen birds and watch a dozen hatch I bake my cake from scratch Keep the cream inside the middle Make you dribble That's when I scribble on the paper To write this script I had to cut down forty acres of trees Process the wood to make the notebook sheets Blinded from the steel spiral imported from Ohio Delivered like the spin whirlwind kick Morio Bitch you best to read my bio First chapter the back breaker chiropractor technique Word up dislocate your shoulder blade joint We striking every pressure point The high priest solid gold diamond fang teeth With the high tech brief around your neck I still breach your skin girlfriend Let me enter your zone Microphones get cast like stone Niggas can't never bone how I bone Word you soft as a shell You ain't worth one skin cell Big broiler crack your back and your head like an eggshell And Bobby will scramble you Bitch you want to make a bet all right we'll gamble too Quick to roll see low Catch the loop like Niko Duck watch out for Roscoe Pico train See Sirus with the great dame Tryin to infiltrate the game Wu-Tang Clan, Wu-Tang Clan Special brand name slang From the book of the Ichang The world changed once Bobby came You better go and check your storage Wait a minute Goldilocks who the fucks been eating my porridge? Somebody been sitting in my chair Someone been sleeping in my bed It ain't Goldilocks! Slope down the ice with bobsleds Bobby smoke 'til his eyes get red Word up you best to turn your head and don't look Inside my rhyme book You might get your whole soul took I make the world shake, I make the world shake Then the whole universe quake and then it shook Bobby fishy fishy was caught inside my brook Daddy caught him with a hook Moma fried him in the pan And Bobby ate it like a man Wu-Tang Clan special brand Get the logo Bounce on your head with the pogo stick Rock the wild horse with the Polo Word up we speaking wild Quick flash like a photo Yea, yea Dorothy you better go find Toto cause we Ain't in Kansas anymore It's the killa bee shores, all out war Before you go here you best to go there And see it clear Through your third eye With a curb, with the high post up most Don't play up close Razor blade technique that strikes you Overdose MC's quickly, strictly, hip hoply You could never stop me, rock me, mock me or pass me Cause I'm fast like Kawasaki And when you see me coming through With the vroom vroom vroom That means your bitch ass is doomed So give me room And stand back and hand that mike back to the man Jack Unfair black I slam that track on trains like Amtrak Go to shaolin isle, that's where my fams at What you doing you can't ripple the gripple son You get dipped up like Lipton's tea bags Or you get spit on like the sea hag And I smoke a fat tray bag of equality Don't bother me You probably never really heard of B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-T-A-L Supreme Clientele served well Buh-Bobby fucking up microphones is a hobby Buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby Chorus: Do you hear the bells? I hear the bells Can you hear the bells? [RZA] Buh-Bobby, fucking up microphones is my hobby You get tossed like cracks locked down inside the lobby Sucker motherfucker stepped up and tried to rob me for my Cuban link What did he think? What did he think? What was he thinking? What the fuck was he drinking? Bitch you be blast in the head like Abe Lincoln Have you whole body shrinking Did you believe the killa bees always swarming Alarming, calming sound that makes MC's feel how I feel You best to chill bitch and eat a booger Word up or get cut up by the juga Razor blade sharp RZA Word shame on a nza Who try to run game on a nza You get broken down like a puzzle with to many equal prisms Positions, oppositions Here's the transmissions Word up I raid the phat sample without the glitching Why you bitchin'? Why you bitchin'? Buggin out cause my style it keeps switchin', it keeps switchin' Oh shit I'm itchin', I'm itchin' for a scrap can't catch that Who could be the match? Who wanna match palms? I remain calm Like the 18 bronze man Come to the shaolin chamber of danger feel the anger The mad stranger Wu-Tang Clan keep a finger Tucked inside the back pocket Blast like a rocket Word up knock your eyes out the socket Here's my new topic I don't give a fuck if you had a whole neck full of garlic Around you my fangs will puncture your jugular veins And you'll be in deep, deep, deep, deep pain Why oh why oh why do they try? To B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L Bobby Digital fucking up mikes a be my hobby Point 'em out, puh-point 'em out RZA: Yo this just a little freestyle for ya'll niggas Word up, type shit You could smoke a blunt to this You could smoke a blunt to this You could smoke a blunt to this You could smoke a blunt to this Word up the main main main main main main main main Main superhero Word up superhero type shit, my niggas Can you hear the bells? Money Don’t Own Me[Hook: Tru James] My woman, and my money, don't own me... I've got to, keep holding, my own [RZA] Heaven, heaven... The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives Digital brain is the closest to Moses Civilizing came, the flame inside the hoister Revitalize the game, the names on the poster The mask with no cape, the flash'll crush grapes The dancer on the lap, the ass wit no face It's shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it Haste makes waste, slow down or you ain't wait The bunny in the car look like an Indian squall The honey's in the jar, the money's in the bra It's funny hahaha, how dummies, hahaha Think cuz we call 'em sunny, they can be a star I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percent You entered the square, but you don't know where the circle went You ain't worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the Prince Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses sent You can't still convent, don't have seven cents Grave the raven, my birds are heaven sent Where the brethren went? where the Reverend went? I told you these words are heaven sent [Hook] [Monk] It's time to show you how them rugged MC's rock If that's steel you see, it's that steel I pop If that Benz I walk, it's that Benz I cop Who rock them white tees first, get a West Cost props Can't nobody it better than, the West Coast veteran Three six letterman, Monk's the name Black Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flames Strike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your name With a K on the end of it, that won't be the end of it Til them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of it Poof be gone, I'mma write that wrong I'm the shit all by myself, nobody writes my song Peep my technique, strictly gangsta classics Gun talk, nigga, muthafuck theatrics My flow is matchless, ain't no way you can surpass this Level I'm on, better go home, and try to practice [Christbearer] Why yes, am I next to impress D-T-S, bless the best, no cess Stress, from guess to gold press The quest to protest, we head the Pro Keds But this is the new improved shit '08 from the AMG, '92, bitch [Hook] The Drop Off[Intro: Daddy-O (RZA)] Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby What up, what up? I can't really hear you Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten Make sure he drops them shits off I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred (What up?) Can you hear me? can you hear me? (Uh-huh) Yo make the drop off, don't forget man! [ShaCronz] I got niggas on the block, block Niggas with them gats, gats Niggas on the strip, strip Pumpin' them packs, packs To my workers that stays sharp like razors Play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper My niggas got that Dutch, Dutch Niggas got that black, black Niggas got a bitch, bitch, head in they lap, lap My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits Everything you seen, we lived it Nigga front then we get at duke Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do Cut you like a cantelope Like Iverson the truth and the answer I'm the poison and the antidote Don't care if the bitch cute, we don't sex raw We play the corners like the castles on a chess board Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the nigga to check for [Hook: Freemurder] Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' F-R-E And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga Digi baby Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby [Interlude: girl (RZA)] *moaning* Bobby stop! Bobby *sirens* the cops is comin *moans* (That shit is tight girl) *cops: "hey you!" *moans* (Fuck that mothafucka, you know how I do) *sirens* *moans* *car speeding off* [RZA] Up in the drop-top Boxter headin' the opposite Direction of the cop inside the chopper I got the tall Grey Goose vodka This bitch on my side, with no panties, finger pop her Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to cum, and I'm pinchin' her cunt *girl moans* Ninety miles per hour I'm like "Fuck these punks!" It's the land of the free son, you only live once You a smart motherfucker or stupid dunce? Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer Sweet, wet pussy got all over my fingers Now I'm sniffin' my hand, I'm shiftin' the plan Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus I got many whips, many clips, many chicks And my dick's been sucked by many lips Many tips, on many vicks, many sticks And left the God with plenty chips [Girl] He got many whips, many clips, many chicks And his dick's been sucked by many lips Many tips, on many vicks, many sticks And left the bar with plenty chips [Hook] Who’s the ChampionIntro: RZA and Ghostface, Raekwon () and somebody [] Word. Man fuck that nigga Fuck that crab, ass, bitch [Who the live niggas youknowhatI'msayin?] [You niggas know how to shoot joints] (Put down the gun son) [Elmira, Riker's Island, coming from Brownsville] (Put down the gun son) Niggas tried to front on my little sister (Put down the gun) [YouknowhatI'msayin we represent youknowhatI'msayin?] [YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Tony Rhome] They tried to, tried to front on this (Put down the gun son) [RZA respect youknowhatI'msayin? We keep it real] Yeah, check it out y'all (put down the, put down the gun son) [Put your guns down, throw your hands up] It's on like that y'all word up, Iron Man comes back [Represent, you niggas gotta shoot joints] Yo check it Verse One: RZA Put away your heaters, throw up your dick beaters Accurate blows to his nose shut his eyes closed to a centimeter Bitches on the fences wonderin what the fuck the suspense is I land heavy uppercuts in the corner of the park fences Knocked his mouthpiece front teeth got locked inside my knuckle He grabbed the belt buckle, attempt to catch me with a couple Of low blows to the nuts, on ringside was as a giant du-els Send your Barb for this fuckin jew On a Wire He couldn't chessbox that's when he reached for his ahhs Brother chopped me on the top of my knot, but he got stopped When a twelve ounce bottle of Bartyle and James had him startled A bitch threw it caught him in his head, at full throttle He fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't saved by the bell That was his ass black So when it comes to physical combat We can take it hand to hand or go beyond that Do you want my gat to make the contact? Retirin cats who lack the heart to fire back? [We take all crabs overboard] Chorus: Raekwon Put down the gun son, son matter of fact, shoot the one on one Hold it down, make sure the head, sure nuff don't hit the ground Lampin on the handball courts, or the square, we can take it there Settle it son, who the champion? [It's like that, niggas want to front, one more time? I'mma show you like this. One on each side This is it word up. We gonna lay you back We gonna rest your back, you won't know how to act When it come to bigger, showin and provin Niggas styles is wack] Who the champion? Settle it son Verse Two: Ghostface Killer Yo! I had to run up on this King I Divine, for his shines He saw the stash and caught my mailbox for eighty dimes He saw me stashin, like a pipe-link for mega fiends I held it down like the finger fly miraculous King Peep through the heavy small get the camoflouge Starks master in charge, pushin through every building, sippin egg nog Niggas know my status God body carry big batters Fiends know me for my blue bags, besides smackin crabs And earnin mine, this bitch Sha cat, gotta get his back bent What the hell just made him fuck with my intelligent? Back to pollyin', I heard some noise we pack a two twelve There go Lord Shamel, faggot made a sale He's sellin my shit, I should slap fire out his ass Snap his bones in half and watch the stock market crash I walked up on him, he had the nerve to say Peace God Ain't nuttin Peace God, you stole it now we out in the streets Take your shit off, nigga you soft, back up off You's a shady nigga, I'm a sever fig you with a gloss I snuffed him, threw a crazy left and I cuffed him Allah don't like ugly so I held back from bustin him I passed the burn off, he caught me from the blind side Tapped a nigga jaw, I shot my fifty-two style, and crazy raw I had my ice on, tapped a few times, he started leakin The King with the deadarm, Shamel fell to his knees and He started wheezin, losin his breath from smokin trees and I'm still breathin, bleedin because it's frontin season Now I got that project belt, international/national Worldwide, I let Shamel slide Chorus Project Talk[RZA/Bobby Digital, (Beretta 9)] Yo, what up, dunn, (yo, yo, yo) Aiyyo, peace, yo, what up, dunn (word, just watching the studio Got all the word on the street) What you was outside yesterday (for a minute went to the store, you know) Caught them cats at store Some bugged out shit was going on last night Fucking with them niggas off the av. and shit You know (word) niggas be bugging out there (yo, what's the word on the street) Yo, fuck that, yo I heard cops raided the weed spot in 4D Then bagged these two dreads and that 85 kid Corey You know who I mean, he moved from Shaolin to Queens Fronting like he was down with the Escobar team (I heard T.T. got shot in the ass over some wiz And pooky caught two to the chest but, yo, he lived) And plus little dude with Lar, they got busted (I told them niggas, don't be slinging while they dusted) Yo, you seen my little cousin Shawn and his man Ross? (yea, shawn broke his arm on the basketball court) Word, his sister Bebe got got off form welfare And those two nappy head kids got sent back to child care Bathis, he got slapped by maljin Acting like he had ah armor tank in his crib (yea, that faggot ass nigga caught that beef from his rib) It's the projects, dunn, you got one life to live (Murder, he caught two for a triple homicide) Mental rhyme disorder shit but never testified Hold on, god, chill, my other line (make it fast, kid, don't have me on hold for a long time It's twenty cents a call and I only got a dime It's hot on the block and I'm surrounded by crime) Yo, aiyyo, shit, yo, check the drama, that was my little nigga hama He said he just got some power-u from your niece tanya Sexcapades(Rakeem) Yo, this is sexcapades, the sexcapades [Hook] Baggin ladies, drive 'em crazy That's my everyday routine I don't bug on this, we be lovin it They be singin "Oh we love Rakeem!" And as I get them, I just hit them With the center of my love And once they're afflicted, they're addicted (why G?) Cause they're on you like a drug [Verse One] So let me speak, on a goal I seek How many freaks can I bag in the course of a week Yo get this they strip with the quickness Cause they can't resist the Ra style of slickness Once activated, right, they become captivated Sexually infatuated (by who?) By the slick majestic kid wit the braids What is this? And this is sexcapades Episode one - I'm down at a store Saw a young girl that I wanted to explore I said "Peace, yo my name is Rakeem" She replied "Hi, my name is Charlene But all my friends, they call me Cha Cha" I said "Word, now you can call me Ra Ra" She said "Why, are ya rowdy?" I said "Nah-hah that's not my style see When brothers wanna shoot and have gang fights I like to lounge and get pootang all night" That was the end of the convo Next thing you know, we're back at her condo She had a grill like an actress, catch this Jacuzzi and vibrating mattress Now the Ra was on a mission To do the Humpty Hump in a vertical postion [Hook] [Verse Two] Aiyyo, yo, yo Let's get on with the episode Scene two, I'm walking down Clove road A day, a gloomy day The plants cold scrubbin for light because the sky was gray But I was lookin dope if I may say so (you may say so) Cause my gear was in there like Prego And as I walked I saw up ahead of me A girl, top choice breed like a pedigree Now now now now, I didn't wanna past yet I stayed behind so I could sweat her assets She had credentials, influential body potential Somethin I would love to slide into So, without a moment to waste I slid over like I was slidin to home base Yes I was successful, usin my special Wu-Tang slang, that captured her brain Next step, was sex yep Not to disrespect, but I must protect my rep (you got to) And at the crib I told her to entice me She played Michel'le and said that she was NICETY I said "Yo listen baby check it; it's one or the other Liar, lover, fronter or fucker? And guess which choice she chose The one that had her lyin in my bed with no clothes And the Ra was all on her Cause you can save that NICETY shit for ya mama DMD dicks 'em down And skips town like Casanova Brown [Hook] [Outro] Yeah and this is sexcapades, the sexcapades The sex the sex the sexcapades The sexcapades Yo what time is it kid? Yo It's time to get laid And this is sexcapades (Word) Yo what time is it kid? Yo It's time to get laid And this is sexcapades There was a Ra, there was a -Keem There's a A there's a Lah Strikes again never hitting below the belt '91 gettin things done Word DMD type thang and I say Power Equality Allah Cees Equality And that means P.E.A.C.E Cherry Range[Intro: RZA] Yeah, yo, what up yo? Yeah, yeah, what up? Nothin', man, hold on Someone beepin' on my other line and shit Nigga, I've seen everything I wanted to see Come on son, yo, in my Range Rover runnin' out this muthafucka and shit I be there in ninety minutes, aight, I make a stop Aight, peace, one-one [RZA] I'm up in the Cherry Range, drivin' fast through heavy rains My mind's on everything, my Wiz, my seed, the five pounds of weed My dog got bagged with tryin' to sling in D.C My cell phone rings off the hook: "brrring!" "Kinetic 9: Yo, what's the word, king?" [Beretta 9] Duckin' lights, b.s. and problems, pushin' through Holland Tunnel Tryin' to avoid getting caught up in the funnel 'Cuz in the jungle, sometimes you gotta rumble With the, the Beez... [RZA] ... That's why we study degrees And keep our third eye open for c-cypher punks Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a month You've seen Bird? You had beef with that chump And I heard he came home from a two-year slump [Beretta 9] Yeah, I heard, I got the pump in the trunk And when I see that crab, I'm a dump in his lump 'Cuz niggas ain't shit but welfare cheese [RZA] With their food stamp bitches and their coupon seeds [Beretta 9] Frontin' with their platinum like they're O's and G's [RZA] When faced with the gat, niggas pose and freeze And melt like snow on my windshield, that windmills In my mind spin, they give skin chills Yo, son, we gotta make them deals For ten mill's so we can pay them bills, yo [Hook: RZA & Beretta 9] You wanna eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give Say what we wanna say, play how we wanna play Teach what we wanna teach, do what we gotta do Eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give Say what we wanna say, play what we wanna play Teach what we gotta teach, lay where we wanna lay Do what we gotta do, eat how we wanna eat Live how we gotta live, be what we wanna be Give what we gotta give, say what we wanna say Play anywhere we play, teach where we gotta reach Do what we gotta do, lay where we wanna lay Stay where we wanna stay, pay who we wanna pay And get our record played, on the radio Airwaves, without havin' to pay the fuckin' D.J.! [Hook 2X: Xavier Naidoo] Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do Eat how you wanna eat, be what you wanna be Live how you wanna live, give what you wanna give Play where you wanna play, stay where you wanna stay BET Rapcity Freestyle[Intro: Big Tigger & RZA] Yeah Rap City Tha Bassment (smack that, we gonna smack that...) Rza! [Verse 1: Big Tigger] Big Tigger putting it down with common sense His new album called "Birth of a Prince" You gon' cop that, it's in the stores black And don't act whack, or you'll get clapped back It's Big Tigger and my man Rza-Resurrector Putting it down, I'll be like the freestyle perfecter Got my girl T-Losting from Boston But we all Yankee fans and of course n'... [Verse 2: RZA] It's the Resurrector, yo I'm sipping off the golden nectar I may chew you down like Hannibal Lecter So respect to the Inspectah Deck'star You know my check'sta, I'm microphone check Might just wet you I blink cataracts from 40 feet back And I make rap beats over 43 tracks, yo Who wear fleece, in a Gucci linen I get drunk with the cops, I'm boning police women [Verse 3: Big Tigger] Yeah, you how me and my crew bang We do things like Wu-Tang, so what'cha you wanna do How you want it? - we gonna give it to you raw And you can check us everyday, right here, live at 4 But tomorrow, no, you won't see me Cause we airing the BET awards live at 3 Holla back now, it's Big Tig' doing it With the freestyle, so come back now [Verse 4: RZA] It's Black Entertainment, yesterday I made my arrangement And the judge: "you know I can't budge, because I'm thick like fudge" The black ghetto Prince, leave no metal prints I may push through your hood on a back of an elephant Police escort, gat in my Jansport knapsack Plus and I just left court And I was late for my court date Cause I was up all night boning strawberry shortcake [Verse 5: Big Tigger] Yes, we're keeping it critical It's Big Tigger with my man the Rza AKA Bobby Digital It's going down right now, putting it down for all Shaolin And my peoples up town My girl T-losting repping Boston, I said that before But yes I'm still flossing Rza come on, and shut it down I'ma turn it to you over right now [Verse 6: RZA] Yo check I'm not senile, meanwhile it's back to the freestyle You wanna get burnt, you get turned, like the turn-style I'm not a burnt child, I gotta firm smile I gotta glow makes the halls be like yo Washers on the Wheels of Steel, Bobby Digital Used to called Bobby Steels, Park Hill, Shaolin Island BET - Black Entertainment TV, where you could see me: Little past 3 For some it's channel 48 for some it's channel 24 I don't know it's up to you, whatever territory you're from Just knock on the door, Wu killer bees son Yo we're bringing it raw - you know how we do [Big Tigger shouting] Album in stores [Outro: RZA] Album in stores it's "The Birth of a Prince" And there been no man born like this since 2000 BC Y'all better be happy to see me, I'm like Christ I'm like Godzilla coming over mountain Fiji Ohh it's your boo, what's up mommy, hey I'm happy to be in TV I'm just zoning out Only the Rugged Survive[Intro: RZA] Hahahahaha, Steels... You bout to catch this vick Yo, you bout to catch this vick [RZA] Old sad ballads and gun permits was invalid Raspberry vinegar, red dripped in spinach salad Sippin' bitches, Cabanet grape, steaming halibat steak Gold plate is stainless, four forks scrape the single plate Chased by a shot of Scotch whiskey, brew brisky For sixty years, misty bottles of Crysty in the freezer Red twist leaf, melted in spliffy, Cali blunt piff Now we lifty, MC dread head, split up and smoke swiftly Then if we empty the safe we can all catch fifty Vanna piece put eighty five in jewelry Two sixty in deep, a half a gallon Digi When dog mentioned hingie, then when they tempted me All up a nine milli', I brought my wild cousin Billy This fucking Wu hater, from off of Decatur Bout to get smacked silly, Kinetic was like Yo, Bobby, don't act illy, let me handle this shit We rolled the candle sick spliff, we hopped inside the whip And through the gear on shift, about to catch this vick [Chorus 2X: RZA] It's the season of the vick, bitch, you getting hit up With so much weight, so much lead, you won't be able to get up [RZA] Yo, kick in the door, spit a lungie at him, son, tried to bungie Grab 'em, through 'em on the floor, smacked 'em, my dudes bout to stab 'em Bitch was in the bathroom, screaming, hot bubble batch, steaming You can tell from her face, she just finished swallowing semen Shut the fuck up, open the safe up, no time to waste up Heard you been hating on Wu-Tang, we should burn your fucking place up He was like 'Yo, Bobby Steels, chill, for real, please spare me' Billy put the gun to his face like 'Bobby, go 'head, try to dare me' I was like 'Nah, son, chill, ain't necessary' His bird was in the backround, still singing like a canary Told 'em, open up the safe or prepare for the mortiuary When the gun starts to click, and we spit, that crazy scary Open it up, it was filled with drugs and jewelry and cash And me, oh, I simply grabbed the Digi Tied 'em up and gagged up, duct tape and paper bagged him Him and his bitch, in the whip, yup, we back in the magnum Return to the dread spread, gave him his cut of the bread Rumor has it, Billy duffed them other cuts with dead [Chorus 4X] PeaceThe word comes from Islam and is meant to be a universal greeting. It's the only word I use to begin and end each communication with my fellow man. "Peace"--it's the prevention of conflict. "Peace"--it establishes both parties on a ground of mutual respect no matter who they are. "Peace"--it's universal. If an alien jumps in front of your ass, comes at you like "BLAAH!"--you can still say "Peace." He may even understand you.      Peace. The whole energy of the word itself is good.      Peace.      But as they say, come in peace, but prepare for war. Fools[Intro: RZA] And I told him, "Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me." Yo, yo.. {​​*singing*}​​ Everybody, everybody, everybody Everybody.. Yo, come on.. [Hook: RZA {​​*singing*}​​]: Everybody plays a fool, sometimes There's no exceptions to the rules Get your nines [RZA] Digi Digi, Shaolin Shaolin.. But in Brownsville.. Check it out.. Niggas was psyched out, Beretta brought the dirt bike out Everlast just came home, it was his first night out He was arguin' with these bitches how they don't mind their business When he was locked the fuck down, no one came to visit He was snuffed, black, his little cousin Moe stuck Cap That's Miss Sommers on the bike with the gat like, "Fuck that" But finessin' over here, he could've wished he had ten more years Cracked a cold beer then bust a shot in the air Everlast, ego went full blast, didn't splash it He'd act like his head was too big for the casket I told him, "Slow down God, you ain't wild You ain't been in these projects in a while Runnin' 'round with that old school style" Don't think these young bucks won't lay you down like tile A hard head makes a soft ass, these New York lads Chopped faces, you talk fast - they bust off fast And chase you out the hood, in a bloody hood Yo, son, you seen that kid was actin' Hollywood? [Killa Sin] Yeah, I mean that nigga, clap happy Cali, clap when he 'ttack Most get astounded by sorrounded sound effects in the back Adidas shoe, phat laces, packin' buldge in his jacket Head nappy, black and nasty, but he nasty for gats He nas', passed me, bumped me and laughed, then flashed me his Mac Said, "I got sixteen for you, we could bang on the track" So strap this, nah, this bar's a bullet, par pull it In fact, blast me bastard, I done came to far for this [Solomon Childs] Boulevard life, remember late nights? Mama stomach touchin' a bed, two bids Cats sacky in Comstack, retire from the crack I'm askin' Allah that the warm Hennessy help me I ain't chose the struggle, the struggle chose me Lord forgive me for I have stolen from my brothers Snaked my brothers, even killed my brothers Familiar fishscale, everybody plays the fool The Older Gods givin' me jewels The younger Gods givin' me tools Solomon Allah, I feel I was jerked To the drug dealers, my baby mother's a flirt Holey socks, one fatigue suit, what you feel it don't hurt? That's my problem now, I ain't afraid to talk Still cop coke from the well Willy When I was young I got robbed from the neighborhood bully 'Til he forced me to hit him with the nine milli' Now him and his click know that I'm a thug fully [Hook x2: Solomon Childs] Love Is Digi Pt. II[Hook: Thea] Your love so Digi, ahh You make me dizzy, ahh Your love so Digi, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh [RZA] Heart pounding, chart bounded God astounded, well rounded Lost and founded, stay surrounded By these hoes, who can't count it Park the whip, then dismount it Forty ounce, yeah, I down 'em Shorties drowns in pools of love With these ounces, I be lounging Roof thugs Chew on slugs Maneuver through Hoods and clubs Purple kush, by the bush Dick is curved like Nike swoosh Push, push, in this bush Guaranteed to make her shush Red bone, head on tilt Six hundred cell phone bill Big trucks, shell toe wheels Velcro's loose, hell hold feels Sell no pills, sell no deals Niggas' styles, just no frills You best to chill Nigga, Nigga, yea, you best to chill [Beretta 9] Women I love 'em, leave 'em Lust 'em, but I don't trust 'em The reason most men be bugging My lovin' Digi, you heard me? Might finger fuck 'em They suck me off in return Women I love 'em They love me back in return I'm just a young man Head smart, cock strong Got my swag' on Throw a mean dart, fuck it, we on And got this fly talk I kick that ass to the curb You on the sidewalk You gon' respect the dons words [Hook] [Crisis] Hypnotized by her hips and thighs Beasting on the bitch, I ain't gon' lie The H-E-Double N-E, Double S-Y Got me in the vibe, her ass is super sized I can see the future up in her eyes We'll be dumb high, keep her occupied Til the son rise, I beat it up right Then she can't deny, she heard the roosters cry Break her ass down with some crucial lines Nasty darts known to seduce the mind She all up in my world, she ain't even my girl But she knowing my world produce dollar signs Whispered in my ear, she'll swallow mine Like she don't do this freaky type of shit all the time Like she was the one, or her head was that bum I be dumb, sprung and just call her mine [Hook] Terrorist (Japanese Version)[Intro: P.R. Terrorist, (RZA), {Killa Sin}] Bobby (uh-huh, huh-huh), Now Y Bobby, (duh-duh-duh), Killarm, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby (Word up, Digital, Digital) Terrorist shit, Terrorist shit, Digital, come and get ahold of it (ya gotta keep niggas...tuned into the zone) To the tune of the black knights, yo {Straight to the horn, Killarm, Killarm} [P.R. Terrorist] Contemplate on how to run this shit Universally, forever blunted Reflect shots off my forcefield, this shit will split your nugget Thoughts too rugged, extortioning CREAM from off the budget Refugees, all the Terrorist fans, they fuckin love it Insurance can't cover it, your maximum is minimum Niggas, they tryin to dub it, yo It's the hottest shit on the streets Since summer '86, my prefix is like a remix Throwing bricks, try and dub this shit, it's accurate Come for your head, it's immaculate Conception, when my weapon's busting Shots, niggas try to discuss my business around the neighborhood [Doc Doom] Yo, switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows Buck niggas like wild rhinos Up in these killing fields you bound to die slow Your style staggers like a drunken whino That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight That's like tryin to walk a tight rope Switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows Buck niggas like wild rhinos Up in these killing fields you bound to die slow Your style staggers like a drunken whino That's why there's no hope to defeat a black knight That's like tryin to walk a tight rope With no feet, mercenary team, streets of concrete Sasquatch, dump a nigga ass, so why try the Invinsible, Dr. destructor My lyrics bring war like Lebanon Our troup's a Desert Storm, it be on son Compton is the city where I come from Act dumb if you want to, and catch a hot one It's that real, knuckle up, lace your boots tight Don't give a fuck cause every night is our night [Killa Sin] These rap icons, smash, spit fire out of cons Fuck bigons, rely on islam in my python Squeeze off, long fist, when I'm pissed Result of this, gun powder cover my wrist Blasphemous, how these fake fucks cursing my name Knowing damn well, I'm hurting the same What part of the game you playing? Kid, I'm sayin' Yo, three months ago you was on, falling short now Chasing the Don, your money ain't long Faggot fucks, bag 'em up, stick 'em in the back of my truck Strip 'em and smack 'em up for acting up He slithering, hit him in the ribs again Broke the code of honor that we living in Could lead to the whole click dismemberin' Never that, Killarm roll strong Even though you gone, Wise, the crew will still hold on I love you, in that dream you probably told me who busted you Should have paid attention but I slept So for that I gotta dust two devils off Headed off, all that, fucking blow trial style Law and Order cat gotta Serve Justice, what Fuck this shit, (Serve Justice) Grab ya muskett and bust quick, word up [Warcloud] Let me touch this, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.. {*this part is cut off on the US version*} Thieves gather under red moonlight when doom strikes Leaving maroon sights in saloon fights and wound lives My harpoon's flight can't be recorded by human retinas Bite me and you'll catch more shots to the stomach then tetanus I'm foaming at the mouth when I talk, King Holocaust with a crooked walk Whoever looking soft is getting tooken off, shook and lost, cracked in half I take...ugh.. {*laughs*} [P.R. Terrorist] I take, I take all fake snakes, grab 'em, by they heads, grab 'em While they slither through the grass I'm in I grab em up, squeeze them till they eyeballs POP! Terrorist SHIT! When is that shit gonna stop? [Outro: Killa Sin] Never.. word up dunn Stuck the heater up under the leather, hand sever Fuck that shit, yo we come to.. We Pop (Remix)[Intro: RZA (King Tech)] Yo, yo, P. Diddy might run this city But I walk down the block, flash my -- (Yo RZA, hold up, hold up) Yo what's up son? (Yo, we gotta remix this joint) Yo, come on then (Yo, 40, it's on you) [E-40] I gotta tell you, we ain't next to nice, made you nice Don't get your head cracked, don't get your tomato diced I'm the coldest M.C. in the game And I shouldn't have to say it, you squares know my name Pimped with all the slang in the game, that they recite Every time I open mouth, these suckas bite I bust like a Dutch Master, blast you if a have to Somebody call the pastor [Crooked I] We got realest long beats Flows stop, make the beat go --- I'm in the Coup with the seats low Even on the East Coast, I gotta keep my heat close We leaving holes in your cheap clothes My only job is to stop imposters, watch the mobster Cop the Boxster, drop the top and squat Switchin' through lanes, this is the group thing Cause this is Wu-Tang and Horseshoe Gang, what up? [Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Lady Platinum) {E-40}] We pop, we brawl, get money till the day we fall {please believe it} (We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall) {please believe it} [Method Man] Yo, I Bonecrush' ya, like I ain't 'never scared' brother That baby mother's like baby powder and there another M.C. does this cutter, when I cut, I split jugglers When my teeth get yellow, I spit butter By now you know my name, man, who hold the belt, now Plus who hold his self down, all with the same hand Now what's the game plan, let money change hand I'm still champ, and white boys still can't hang [RZA] Yo, P. Diddy, might run this city But I walk down the block, flash my Glock on the jiggies An ounce of chronic, crushed up in the ziplock Outside the club, is packed up to the gridlock Dime piece wizes, high heels and the flip flops Real players pop with those cringy wrist watch Big bouncers the size of Sasquatch Tuck riff with the rim that'll make your eyes pop [Chorus 2X] [Jayo Felony] Do I have to assassinate them? Man, I leave 'em with no ultimatum I ain't hate 'em, I ain't make 'em make mistakes But I'mma break 'em, the cops, could I shake 'em Or will they catch me and charge me On the streets I put something in ya, that'll send you to God Meet my man, we don't have to roll, candy when we ride She love it, when I give her, pull her panties to the side Bullet loco, you might catch me breaking and entering Mama, I had to jump bail right before the sentencing [W.C.] Get it up in 'em, cool, that strip and claimin' the set And quick to Sway the Tech, ya'll straight bang and connect It's the dog, ya'll get it off, on your backpack and blue marker Chronic smoke cougher, I don't shoot walker Dub Sizzle on the remix, the last to speak Now it's all coming together like sweaty gas leaks Fo' sure, a nigga will say, 'yo, it's Dub C' 40, Crooked I, RZA, Method Man and Jayo [Chorus 2X] O Day[Intro: RZA] Hip hop is all about having fun, yo, yo [RZA] Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me Wit the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me I got the rock stone from David's slingshot Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got? Watch for the cops, third eye like the Cyclops Red from the chronic, don't need no eye drops Slinging white tops on the block til 4 o'clock, then hit IHOP's Fiends in line like I, Robot Take a hit, and transform like the GoBots Tell my uncle that I know what he know not Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like rabid coyotes Wild like forty Mexicans sippin' on peyote In an all black Toyota W's on the grill, steering wheel and the motor Out to get dinero, til I'm paid like Bob DeNiro With seven prime numbers that's followed by God zero's MC epitome But these ducka sucka muthafuckas trying to get rid of me But if you decipher my lyrics, truthfully and not critically You'll see I influence the world mentally as well as physically Emotionally, promotionaly, devotionally, socially Speak the truth, and tell you how it's supposed to be Zig Zag Zilla cane, wisdom could heal a man? Rewind that shit Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me Wit the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me I got the rock stone from David's slingshot Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got? Watch for the cops, my third eye like the Cyclops Red from the chronic, I don't need no eye drops Slinging white tops on the block til 4 o'clock, then hit IHOP's Fiends in line like I, Robots Take a hit, and transform like the GoBots Tell my uncle that I know what he know not Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like rabid coyotes Wild like forty Mexicans sippin' on peyote In an all black Toyota W's on the grill, wheel and motor Headed to North Dakota With the cocaine, plus the baking soda MC epitome But these savages trying to get rid of me If you decipher my words, truthfully not critically You'll see I influence the world mentally as well as physically Emotionally, promotionaly, devotionally, socially Nigga, I tell you how it's supposed to be Zig Zag Zilla cane Wisdom could heal a man Ya'll cowards know me [Hook: RZA] D for Digital I - Irresistible G be Graphical I - Immeasurable T come Technical A - Analytical L be that Lyrical Who? Bobby Digital D for Digital I - Irresistible G be Graphical I - Incredible T for Technical A - Analytical L for Lyrical Who? Bobby Digital [Outro: RZA (Prodigal Sunn)] (Yeah, we gon' take it back RZA) Who the fuck stepped on the wire? You stupid mutha - BRRR Hahahahaha, so you thought you was going to escape, didn't you? You thought you could escape? Aiyo, let the wolves in, aiyo, son Aiyo, G, yo, let the wolves in All the niggas in the back All the wolves in the back, come up front We gon' get savage real quick Fuck that, aiyo, hold on, hold on, hold on, nigga Man, get the fuck off my feet, man Fuck off nigga, I'm trying to do my shit Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, Happy New Year, nigga Merry Christmas, it's July, hahahahah So the mad scientist continued to drink the Digital Elixir Fighting with the good and evil inside himself Trying to be Bobby, trying to be RZA Trying to be one, trying to be real Trying to be unreal, trying to be super real, nigga Rest in peace to the ODB, greatest MC of all time, greatest performer One of the greatest performers of all times Aiyo, O, yo, O, happy birthday, nigga, hahahahaha Up Again[Intro: Talani Rabb (Rakeem Diggs) {RZA}] B.. (B..) O.. (O..) B.. (B..) B.. (B..) Y.. (Y..) D.. (D..) I.. (I..) G.. (G..) I.. (I..) T.. (T..) A.. (A..) L.. (L..) Bobby Digital (Bobby Digital) {Alright.. great job...} [RZA] Dear momma, no need for the head drama I quit slinging that yac', don't need the feds on us I made a mil' off the deal, legit After I pay the tax, I'mma buy us a crib In the winter, I'mma buy us a whip So we can take long trips, just me and the kids I'm up again, I never let you down Nothings ever gonna stop me now I'm up from the gwop, don't gotta hide from the cops Plus homey's got a spot, they can stay off the block They can drop a few tracks, or spar a few minds The God home from the pen, he left the yard behind Got a brand new sampler, take the breaks and I loop it Got a license for the gat, in case the public is stupid Plus, I ain't afraid to shoot it A man with the family, is firmly rooted [Interlude: Talani Rabb] We on top right now, we living Ain't nobody saying it, can't nobody fade us We killing, look at this, yo, just sweet in here We did it, we ain't gotta worry bout nothing no more We on top right now, we living Ain't nobody saying it, can't nobody fade us I always know you was gonna make it You was a dreamer, from day one [Beretta 9] What shall I speak, about the brothers that passed? Make me weak about the knees, make me wanna bust ass Or should I kick knowledge, and I ain't even graduate But take it from me, it ain't cool to skip class, imagine it Five Gods, came to picture perfect, to ovulate to it Music and expression of freedom, escape to it Not much to it, we was born and conceived to it And me being the man that I am, the same could do it Surrounded by a civilized man, a weak woman Subconsciously be planting a fed, inside children Allow me to explain my cause, or who I B-E-R-E, Double T, A, N-I-N-E A/K/A K-I-N-E-T-I-C, my attribute B-O-R-N G-O-D Allah Searching for the truth in myself, I seen, I saw In order to achieve it all, must give my all [Interlude: Talani Rabb] I always know you was gonna make it You was a dreamer, from day one Look at how you killing them right now Why don't you go get you a massage or something, daddy Ain't gotta worry bout none of that Matter fact, pass me the oil I got you all day, you know you did your thing Just sit back and relax [The Reverend William Burk] Off up in the C-H-I, C-A to the G-O Where the winter time temperature be twenty below Knee deep up in the snow, the Reverend still get dough To pay the bills, feed his family and go get more Money, now we taking trips to Jamaica, just to relax My homey's came a long way since paper from g-packs But gone, they used to be pushing BP's and Zenax Now they wire us our paper back and forth like we fax We ask the lord and savior for guidance It's probably hard to hear us over gunshots and violence Figure when I'm in the casket it'll be plenty silence So in the end, when you add it up, it all balance The crew been up, staying higher than pallets On vacations in the islands, watching women with talents Fellowship and with the family members who be the wildest Now we live in mansions, castles and golden palaces [Interlude: Talani Rabb] Into everything that you put your hard work into Look at the gold on the lamp, baby Look at the size of this TV Look at everything, just take up all the beauty in this room right now Look at how you did your thing, you did it We living right now, we ain't gotta worry bout nothing no more Yeah... hahahaha... [Hook 2X: El DeBarge] Up again, I'll never let you down Nothing's ever gonna stop me now [George Clinton] (El DeBarge) Up again, I'll never let you down (Nothing's ever gonna stop us now) Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down (Never let you down, never let you down) Up again, I'll never you down (Nothing's ever gonna stop us now) Up again, I'll never you down (Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now) [Outro: Talani Rabb (RZA) {Rakeem Diggs}] Bobby, make this world digital... Bobby, your love is so digital... (Spell my name.. B-O-B-B-Y) {B, O, B, B, Y, Bobby) repeat after me B.. {B..} O.. {O..} B.. {B..} B.. {B..} Y.. {Y..} D.. {D..} I.. {I..} G.. {G..} I.. {I..} T.. {T..} A.. {A..} L.. {L..} Operator[Hook - RZA] Join the operator This is hot potato Maybe drop it now Or try to drop it later The innoculator - pop Glock Will stop a hater Shell-shock a cop My Glock is dark as Vader [Kosha Dillz] Twisted bottle cap Yamulke, Harmonica salute Goon, Vidal Sassoon, boom I ain't gotta rap Polish off the Molotov cocktail Felafel rocket launch weapon Hold, plead the 5th Cocaine in the pita pit No name need to spit Making sure Kosha Dillz really it One man fight, might pop a wheelie kid Just another guy, pray that my mother lie Heavenly the day I day I better be Walk the hinges from the feet up off the inches 9 milimeter off seal, I mean business I mean business, see me for Cock pistol, reload, shoot Street money, CPR Teach you scars, double down 3 new cards, no parole, max out Killa, I eat through bars New Jersey journey pot Wild Turkey Hershey spot Watch out, til the block house Nut house get shot out Shout out a shout out to Cop house, I got out Back to the grill again And a grill get knocked out Fortified with vitamins from Israel To fight your lands, Kosha Dillz In fighting stance, killa man With mic in hand [Hook - RZA] [Kool G. Rap] Gotta be hood to love it All throughout the suburbs Get heard like it's rubbish Get blood spilled, sidewalks With drugs and some slugs lit Blocks where the Bloods is Some niggas on some Cuz shit Gutter biz, that's that beef smell In the alleyway Murder rate, yellow tape Another way the ? is played With a stomach growl in place Can't make the hunger stop Same ? hungry block It's that white game, dice game And I'mma spot shorties Between the brides, already Youngest exec to run a block This is where they dump a shot body In that dumpster Hood life, this that scene where The fiends live the hooked life Hard white, cooked right They searching for that good price This that scene where The fiends live the hooked life Hard white, cooked right They searching for that good price Straight Up the Block[Hook 2X: The Reverend William Burke] And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block L-London, Japan, L-London, Japan And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block Mississippi to France, to the top of the pop [RZA] Who got the biggest dick? Who got the fattest whip? Who got the baddest bitch? Who got the fullest clip? Crib in Paris, France, plus in Maryland In Baltimore, I bought the cabstand Up in Burbank, the crib, I smiled at Hillary Bless the valley with the hundred dollar chivalry Got the UFC Bodog on my catalog Mayor Koch Records, they the landlord It's the Digitech, you ain't get a check You better get a deal, better make a bet Get ya money right, what an appetite I see ya'll cats later, about to catch a flight [Hook 2X: The Reverend William Burke] And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block L-London, Japan, L-London, Japan And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block N-N-New York to France, to the top of the pop [RZA] (Beretta 9) {Rugged Monk} Je m'appelle, Bobby Digital Comment allez vous?, mademoiselle Le original, puff e tranquel Il n'est pas ordinaire ladival Ouais bon bon, très bien Ça va, let's get it on Plus the yacht, we just docked Yo Kinetic, son (yeah) let 'em flop (A box of Belvedere), private stock Maharishi jacket, Gucci watch Yo, Rugged Monk, scotch on rocks {Aiyo, Bobby D, what's up with Goldielocks?} [Hook: The Reverend William Burke] And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block F-F-Frisco to Maine, Chicago to Spain And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block L-London, Japan, to the top of the pop And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block B-B-Brooklyn to Cali, D.C. to Miami And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block Germany to Little Rock, to the top of the pop [Outro: David Banner] RZA, they ain't weren't expecting this one, baby Uh, yeah, it's ya boy David Banner, south side to the day I die You know what I'm talking about? They weren't expecting us to hook this one up, you know what I'm talking about? N.Y.C., straight to Mississippi, you know what I'm talking about? Get your money, pimping, it don't matter where you are You in London, you in Japan, you know what I'm talking about You in Spain, you in Italy, wherever the hell you are Get up on your money, pimping, you know what I'm talking about? And this beat is so fresh, watch this... Be Like Water (inspired by the ESPN 30for30 ”Be Water”)[Intro: Bruce Lee] Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water [Verse 1] Boundless, yet when it's surrounded, it appears to be bounded It takes the shape of that which bounded it Then imprints it's old shape and before it evaporates and move on Leaving a new landscape behind it So we're reminded Be like water, don't be bonded Sometimes we gotta dig deep into our inner selves Our own hurt to find it Intercept the fist, Jeet-Kune-Do Fluid movements, even flow Even though, that it sounds like a lethal blow We should know what it simply means to simplify To re-simplify the best version of yourself In light then, synthesize all days into one We all one, under the same sun So why you gotta fight against him and he gotta fight against Dun? Be like water, water crosses over every border From the mud of the Yangtze River to the sand beaches of Florida My mental caught up Turn my brain storm into a rain storm You know if it's uninspired then, here's the new Wu-Tang song [Refrain] (Be like water) (Be like water) [Interlude] "Hollywood begins to realize what it is he actually has to offer There was more to Bruce Lee than they'd originally imagined Bruce comes on to the screen, he ignites it His very presence on screen is a protest [Refrain] (Be like water) (Be like water) [Verse 2] Adaptations to situations Before evaporating back to vapor Then return back through precipitation Cascading and pervading, existing as a mist The one-inch punch is being drawn from the formless I use that same Chi style to perform this To understand the fury inside of Bruce Lee's fist Be like water (Water, water, water) [Outro] Be like water Be like water Be like water (Water, water, water) Hoodrats* Hidden track after "We Pop" [Intro: Erica Bryant (RZA)] Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya head straight) [RZA] Yo, yo, get ya head straight, get ya life straight Sniffin' on that, blow, sippin' on that nitrate Boostin' from the corner store, fuckin' all them thugs, raw Suckin' on that apple head, wonder why your throat sore? Sittin' there, on welfare, head full of horse hair Baby-daddy dead, in jail or in a wheelchair But you don't seem to care, you just wanna wear Prada one-sided but can't afford a pair Up in your mom's lab, twenty-two, scallywag Snotty-nosed baby with the bootleg hoochie bag Gettin' your coochie ragged by an old sugar dad Dreamin' bout them things that you could of been, you should of had [Hook: RZA & Erica Bryant (RZA)] Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya mind up) Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya mind up) Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get that swine up) Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat [Erica Bryant] Always wanna ball with shit, give back tomorrow's shit Throw up the sperm, sayin' you don't swallow shit Drinkin' out the bottle shit, claimin' you a model chick Prayin' to Gods, so you can hit the lotto, chick? [Outro: Erica Bryant (Doc Doom)] Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (The Black Knights! West Coast niggas) Fight for youI'm lost without you I'm hurt without you Can't breathe without you I'm lost without you I'm hurt without you Can't breathe without you But ill rise, for you Fight for you Strike for you Win for you, until the end Fight for you Ill survive for you Win for you until the end Until the end Until the end Fight for you Strike for you Win for you, until the end Fight for you I will kill for you Until the end Boing, Boing[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman} [Blade]] Yo this is Westwood I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight And just walked into this studio some of the hottest UK cats out there My man Skinnyman {Woah, woah}, Blade [what's up?] And Mr. Tibbs what's the deal? What you got for me? {Yeah we got ya the new banger Tim straight from RZA Straight from the Wu-Tang} [Yeah this is Blade and the track, the hot new joints called the Boing, Boing] (Yeah representin' live all my UK hip hop heads in the North Side, el tarno) Down it's gonna bang in ya face, lets go [Skinnyman (RZA)] Regardless, I'll be here bringin' it heartless Ruthless, to the death I'll stand for the truth yes My God given talent is all that I can do best Keep spittin' over these tracks and leavin' you blessed So who requested my time on the set Skinnyman's what you get, so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet Ya best upthreat cuz it gets better yet I'm that deft intellect, them boy they don't pent So who requested Wu-Tang on the set (it's the RZA) What you get so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet We'll never let anybody else step Or ever come with anything less for what you'd expect If you pass me the mic then I'll gladly accept I'll take it to the street, show you how rough it can get Cuz everybody knows this rappin' thing isn't happenin' Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack again Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again Then we break it down then just deal with the matter then So how you'd think a British ghetto youth feels He can't get a record deal but he can get drugs to deal He can't get a job but he can go for rob and steel Lookin' for a mill' while you screamin' "keep it real!" So I'll just stand here with this mic that I hold Request the higher force to sweep over my soul So I can fulfill my dream, go for my goals I'm sick of spendin' every late night out of role [Hook: RZA] Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing Blade makes the party bza Boing, Boing [Blade] Calm but still merciless, rugged on impact Explosive, leavin' nuttin' but rubber with a spinback Snap a photo with your camera, capture the stamina Hand it to a amature, show him how to damage a Live set, make him feel the full effect And yet still make it hard to detect and what's left? Four men remain standin' like Gladiators When the dusk clears nuttin' for the average ears For years its been the same with minds of the artillery God forgave us all for the merciless delivery Holdin' the tools of the trade with a death grip Rememberin' the times when nothin' was right, we was desperate Dreams blown to smithereens, turned into nightmares with screams There's a world of CREAM If all goes correct we can stash supreme Feed the fiend cuz that's the way it was meant to have been You should of seen the comin', the language is universal One time perfect attack with no rehearsal Shook the Earth for what it's worth You're in danger of a takeover, and it's analysed as global We can find them whatever your predictions Enterin' the realm unknown with no restricitons It might be hard to believe We invade, we conquer and lead [Hook: RZA] Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing [Mr. Tibbs] I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature Cuz even though it's fuck free, it's all about the paper I love to live expensive, smoke like I'm in Jamiaca Even when I'm broke I think I'm like but a creater Avoids the green, even from my early teens ???????? in need of CREAM seen (seen) But then I had a dream 'bout bein' the best rapper But that ain't what it seems, next chapter That's spreadin' the word Inspiration from the hurb is what you hear when I got heard I sat back and observed most of the men that shined before me All that respect, keeper know 'nough of them will bore me Singin' the same story, I'm better than you And to tell you the truth most of them men are shut fools We asked them in the struggle to make ends meet That's why I told these MCs that talk is cheap You might think you know Tibbs, you don't know me Unless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps [Hook: RZA] Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing [RZA] With your high pitched face like eye liner If the black gat bust you get struck by the side winder You can't block and stop it when I spotted I shoot like Luke Skywalker inside the cockpit Aimin' at the top fighter Who I mighta have thirty thousand kids spark the lighter And set flames to the sky, we aim high The baseline kick like the kid from Shang-Hi Make your bubble bust, cuddle up from the rubble thrust You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot Ya bum bastards, son I come classic Frame won't last the length of my matchstick Drunk off the Hennessey V.S. stop the B.S I'm still off to catch the CREAM like P.S Jake was makin' that green People always say what the hell does that mean [Hook: RZA] With Skinny man he makes the party Boing, Boing Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing Bza Blade he makes the party Boing, Boing Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing Bob Digi makes the party Boing The Wolf* iTunes bonus track [RZA] Watch your ho look at me, like I'm Leonardo DiCaprio Wanna stick her tip of her tongue through my piss hole You play the target, and I be the guiding missile Oh, how they long this strong grissle Yup, see that flesh is weak But it taste so good, they want the recipe The king catch the queen, don't mess with me Kssh, yo, my niggas never grow up, drink til they throw up Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up Drunk from that Brass Monkey, grass junkies Walk around with the brain of a Crash Dummie How dare you try to come and gas cash from me You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie It's I God, inside your iPod Cuz my squad, nigga, is die hard [Hook: RZA] Who rock meaner, than the Gods from Medina You numb skull girls, be caught you talking Tina [RZA] Bitch, suck a dick and die, forty five lit the sky Fool, let the shit fly, split, right between your eye Nothing like that little slit split in between her thighs Sitting on the nine, applehead, bitch, let it ride Hickory dickory, block, niggas is slippery Glocks tucked down my socks, secures my victory You like fourth period, son, you're history White girls with big ass, I check them suspiciously Vanilla praline, had the saline Stuffed inside her jeans, made the niggas day dream [Hook] [RZA] Unbeatable, like the old Brooklyn A-Team I'm wild like a Shaolin nigga in State Green Jalopeno rocks, might drop from my nina Then I'm back on the spot, without the subpeona So Nasty[Verse 1] In the place to be It's the K-I-N-E- T-I-C Here to represent the M-I-C The shards will slip me Ain't no D-I-P And a bitch to convince me The D-I-C And the K will eventually M-A-C And a P for potentially I-M-P She said "I can't stay" And it doesn't make sense to me [Pre-Chorus] If you don't know, I'll show you how It can take all night, it can take a while If we do this right, we can do it now And I'll be good to you She said "yo okay and I like your style But I like the way that you make me smile And I'm yours tonight if alright with you Before I see you through" [Chorus] So nasty I feel, got me feeling so nasty Get nasty Feeling so nasty She nasty I feel, oh God, I’m feeling so nasty So nasty [Verse 2] Feeling like a million bucks Plus interest Pussy make power you But can’t tempt this Maybe for a hour or two I might hop in the shower with you Say, yo, skip the romancin’ Don’t shed yo tears dancin’ Said I’m gone for the wait To guess how I’m panting I got these groupies black They save room for a Scooby-Snack Fuck this up and She’s a freakin A down ass bitch Who’s down for eatin’ First dude know those hoes be sweetin’ [Pre-Chorus] If you don't know, I'll show you how It can take all night, it can take a while If we do this right, we can do it now Say I'll be good to you (We’re nasty) [Chorus] So nasty I feel, got me feeling so nasty Get nasty Feeling so nasty She nasty I feel, oh God, I’m feeling so nasty So nasty [Verse 3] Yo check this hoodie Better pop that coochie I ain’t borrow no car I ain’t borrow no Gucci I ain’t payin’ for dinner Mother fuck that sushi Could ya be tryna [?] God placed you on the sides of city Man, I love those girls with the size C titties Just to care for Just to cuff Make me drove your deep like a sub- -marine [Bridge] All between Your jeans You’re the oreo And I got the C.R.E.A.M Oh don’t make a scene I’ll print your face Toward a magazine Round and round Like a helicopter I’ll make you something All hella proper You be calling me Dad and poppa Let me snap these balls Like a big bacca [Chorus] So nasty I feel, got me feeling so nasty Get nasty Feeling so nasty She nasty I feel, oh God, I’m feeling so nasty So nasty [Outro] Yo check this hoodie Better pop that coochie (So nasty) I ain’t borrow no car I ain’t borrow no Gucci (So nasty) I ain’t payin’ for dinner Mother fuck that sushi (So nasty) Could ya be tryna [?] (So nasty) God placed you on the sides of city (So nasty) Man, I love those girls with the size C titties (So nasty) Just to care for Just to cuff (So nasty) Make me drove your deep like a sub- -marine All between Your jeans You’re the oreo And I got the C.R.E.A.M C’mon don’t make a scene I’ll pitch your face Toward a magazine Number One Samurai (Afro Season II Outro)[Afro Samurai] He got to be the one Samurai {3x} [Afro Samurai] He got to be the number one one one [RZA] A brother strive to stay alive without killing no one His swordplay exceeds the speed of your gun He's stunned by the sliced, so pertrise, so concise Dice your arm off before you even bring twice Still old afro naughty king of a castle Part of William statues for those who died in battle Ninjas flow like a sparrow, twist up like a gyro Trying to bring my father back through synthetic bio Ceeo must be evil for outta for cathedral To think she can go against the mighty Afro Oh! no whether friend or foe Until voted number one they all fall below [Afro Samurai] He got to be the one Samurai {3x} [Afro Samurai] He got to be the number one one one [9th Prince] Yo, yo Verbally I'm a beast released to the streets Spit on the cross, choke the reverend Fuck it I'mma kill the priest 9th Prince lyrical samurai Cocaine cowboys lynch from here to Panama Check out my double edge sword Killarm woodlot my third eye is my shield I choose to kill by will Duckin parole, now I am on the run like track and field The black Samson, keep a blade in my afro Ask your ho about the grandaddy flow Watch me kill this bitch ass nigga in slow mo' I'm from Staten Island but now I live in Harlem the city of Gotham Who the fuck got a problem? [Afro Samurai] He got to be the one Samurai {3x} [Afro Samurai] He got to be the number one one one La Rhumba (Remix)[RZA] I pulled off with Juanita in a two-seater Just left the lover, shorty loved it, shit was off the meter High speed down the block, she had the hammer by Peter Flipped her tongue inside my ear, I was like shit, mama mia! Bong, I threw on a smooth slow song As I stuck my two fingers in between her thong She was like, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby" "Tu headache, ah popa chulo, de hablo Bobby" [Chorus 2X: Ndira] Esta bueno, por que esta es La Rhumba (Daddy, Daddy, Daddy) Ven baila conmigo en esta Rhumba (Daddy, Daddy, Daddy) Esta bueno, por que esta es La Rhumba (Daddy, Daddy, Daddy) Ven baila conmigo esta Rhumba (Daddy, Daddy, Daddy) [Fat Joe] Yeah Yo it's the God Joey Crack and Bobby Digi It looks like these Wu-Tang niggas beat me to the trizzi They got mami's all over the place Makin' out with each other and givin' niggas face I'm so excited I'm invited to your party And I'm on the ferry right now with some blunts and Bacardi Headin' to the Island, not P.R. but Shaolin Where every nigga got a Wu-Tang medallion I'm in Stapleton, it's Off the Wall We puffin' L's in the staircase, the fourth floor Shorties givin' me brains, she thought she had me 'Til I flipped her over and mad her scream, "Daddy!" [Chorus 2X] [Method Man] Hey, hey, hey.. Uh, uh, uh, uh.. Eh eh eh eh eh.. Hey Butter Pecan what's that lingo you speakin'? It sound like, let's me and you slide for the weekend (True) I got drinks and tasty treats to sink your teeth in Your popi two-way beepin', let him know that you cheatin' Runnin' 'round indecent exposed without no clothes There it go (*plug*), Moby Dick and there she blows You got me covered, girl, and it shows and I suppose We can play doctor soon as I drop my jabows [Chorus 2X] We All We Got[Intro: girl (RZA)] Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got) (We all that we got, we all that we got) Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got) (We all that we got, we all that we got) Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got) (We all that we got, we all that we got) Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got) [RZA] Aiyo, we keep these wizzes in the lab, held down like hostages Dime pieces, deep throat like ostriches I'm vegetarian, don't eat swine sausages You defeat the Killa Beez? Don't be proposterous [Crisis] Bobby, steal the show, let 'em know who got the shit [RZA] Zu, muthafucka, Wu, (yeah), we got this shit [girl] Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi [RZA] E-lectricity, e-lectricity Yeah, shells all in my clip, wizzes all on my dick Leather wood, on the whip, rubbergrips on four fifths Escape from jakes, if I'm traced, more paper to make My team form the C.R.E.A.M., we exchange it for cake Cherries on the top, I grind for the gwop I'm grot, then I shine, then I rise to the top Roll, with flurries of cops, money bulging in my socks Loving my block, cuz we all that we got, got Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi Oh yeah, ya'll know who is he, ya'll keep these wizzes dizzy [girl & Monk] Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi [RZA] E-lectricity, e-lectricity [Chorus 2X: Crisis, Monk] I love my hood and my block, cuz it's all that we got On the grind for this gwop, give it all that we got Fan Your FlamesEpisode 2: Fan Your Flames Welcome. The Exploration is now in session. For this experience, we'll travel to a place of inspiration — a mental refuge to explore so you can seize your creativity. But before we take this journey, we first need to prepare the body and the mind for what's next. So find a calm setting free of noise and clutter. Sit in a comfortable, alert position. Place your hands together or rest them gently on your knees. Feel the floor beneath your feet. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Again. Focus on the flow. Inhale. Exhale. Slow. Smooth. Only on a remote island can something like the hydra reach its full strength. For me and for all my Wu-Tang brothers, Staten was that island, AKA Shaolin, Parkhill Projects, Stapleton. We grew up there. It was a place of isolation. But that isolation was our greatest gift. Without isolation, we would've sounded like everybody else. But on the island, me and my brothers were cut off from the mainland. The mainstream. We had to find our own sound. We had to assemble our own influences, and we did just that. Scientists have laboratories. Craftsmen, they have tool sheds. My chamber was inside my basement. That's where I spent many hours of my formative years, surrounded by comic books, VHS tapes, kung fu movies, and gadgets, my turntables and equipment. And with that, trained my music. That was all I had. It was that understood habitat that allowed for deeper exploration that allowed me to reach my full potential. Now I'm not there physically anymore, but I can mentally summon the island whenever I need inspiration. I can picture it in my head. It's crystal clear. And all the feelings I felt, all the influence, everything I had myself surrounded with, it comes to me again. The lessons I've learned. They still center me to this day. Now, we will summon your island and fill it with the key influences in your life. By creating this mental space — this island — you can shape your own unique creativity and your own creative output. When you feel stuck, you can travel here to explore. And return to your breath. Focus. Envision your island. What does it look like? What does it feel like? How does it smell? Now I want you to fill it with your greatest influences. Let your mind wander so they can surface. Dig deep. Go to your earliest memories. As they emerge and they come to you, write them down on a piece of paper or jot 'em down on your cell phone. It could be a feeling, the voice of a loved one, the smell of some home-cooked meal, the sound of the subway train. Anything you want. Or maybe it's just your favorite piece of artwork. It's your island and that's the catalyst for your creativity. Now look at what you wrote. Reflect on those influences. Now select only eight. That's the number that represents build. By building positivity, you automatically destroy negativity. Your influences are with you on your island now. Explore a bit. How do you feel? This is your inspiration space. No one can take it away from you. I have my island and now you have yours. As we move towards the exit of our exploration, I want you to put your paper or that note somewhere safe. This is now your map. It will help you find your way back to your island at any given time. And that island will be your perfect place to begin any mental exploration. Aight, now take a deep breath in through your nose. Out through your mouth. Again, focus on the flow. Inhale. Exhale. Slow. Smooth. Slowly open your eyes and return to your day. Ich Kenne Nichts[Intro: RZA] You know they say In every man's life, there comes a time When you get struck by the arrow of cupid By the love of God, or the beauty of a woman Sometimes this love, brings thunder into your life And it brings the storm, sing about it [Xavier Naidoo] There is more to love than this Love is more than just a kiss Will we take you to that step Will we do more than just connect And will you, bring the thunder in my life And the fire in my eyes Cause then there, will be days of pleasure and Everything far will be so near [Hook: Xavier Naidoo] I have never felt thunder (thunder) And lighting (lightning) like this I have never been struck by (struck by) A wonder (a wonder) like this [Xavier Naidoo] Ich koennte tagelang von dir erzaehlen Ohne deinen Namen auch nur einmal zu erwaehnen Unter Schmerzen oder unter Traenen Wuerde dein Name als meine Linderung dienen Jede deiner Bewegungen sind erstrebenswert Und jede Stunde mit dir ist so lebenswert Nichts ist vergleichbar mit dem was du gibst Mit dem was zeigst und wie du lebst, wie du liebst [Chorus 4x] Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts Das so schoen ist wie Du [Xavier Naidoo] Schoene Tage mit dir sind kostbar So kostbar wie der Weg zum Morgenstern Ich zelebriere sie wie einen Festtag An dem ich immer wieder neues von dir lern' Im Moment ist es das Schoenste dich zu kennen Dich zu kennen ist wie das Beste was ich hab' Verzeih mir aber dieses sag ich nochmal: Deinen Namen zu nennen ist wohl das Schoenste, was ich sag [Chorus 4x] Unleash Me[RZA] Yo, sting of the dragon master, one blow make your jaw shatter Have you walk around with your face wrapped in plaster Gaspin'....... *gasp*, like you got a bad case of asthma Spot the dog, you try to run faster Wild savage, but he bow down to his master Washed beef with an ice cold shaster, he would shout [Chorus: RZA] I am free from you, so unleash me There's nothin' else you can do to teach me Nothin' else you can do to appease me I know this point in life, it wouldn't be easy I gave you my all, I would eat food Out of cans, through my hands and all Just to show and prove, you my man's and all Didn't even try to make plans at all [Prodigal Sunn] My hand's cut in the outer, leakin' the contender Hit 'em high, stick 'em low, break through the center Somebody screamin' ambulance, yo, he bend a Ghost like a ninja, whole 'nother agenda Catch me day and night, ready for fight Plus I spit more through the mic, four fist right Chest, head, body blow, would leave, anything goes Broken nose, shatterin' jaws, spark him with the C-4 P-Sunn did it from the east door The more I tour, the more I score, watch the lion roar Through the field, with the skills and agility Martial art ability, bend the laws of gravity Stay in shape, no cavities Some wise words from a young one, trained to reach mastery [Chorus: RZA] I am free from you, so unleash me There's nothin' else you can do to teach me [Christ Bearer] I am free from you, Buddhapest fist, Tai Chi, Kung Fu Master siku, jujitsu, round house kick you Forty elbows, then I left right hit you Master set me free, although you'll never let me get the master key Cause when it's time for beef, who could the master be While I'm stopped, critique you see the master flee But cats keep rushin', I'll back flip bust you Crack your rib cage apart, snatch your heart, that's nothin' Guillotine chop, to the Phillipine hot Leave 'em worst, and sendin' them to Killa, get shot I ate from my hands, and ate from the plan Entranced, my face was a glance I gave you my all, I know you felt my slave to, and thought I'm sittin' fool on y'all [Chorus 2X] Fighting for Equality[Verse 1: RZA] The serendipity, I had the epiphany That the wicked enemy who tried to come and get rid of me Because [?][0:15] failed to cease the victory Because I knew from my history that God is no mystery They tried to forge my imagery and my identity Been facin' with the misery of brothers hangin' from a tree But nothin' ain't pretty in this cutthroat city We fightin' for equality, we not fightin' for your pity We fightin' for your right to life, the right to liberty The right to make it on our own, you can't take it, no, give it to me The empty greed, jealousy and lust Of other races that dream melanated crust They whipped then they shackled us up Put us back in the back of the bus Stomp us out and treat us injust I'm in the fight for my life, money, stars and these stripes I'm ready to go to war with a crowbar and a pipe A shovel with a sickle, blood drizzle cause a ripple In this ultra-political climate change, a man-made miracle For a third year he tried to instill the fear Now he won't run the scope, he's provoked the idea that By any means necessary, use anything necessary To get to the promise land, send enemies to the cemeteries We can't take it no more, time for the lions to roar From Mount Zion, we bustin' through the door Bustin' through the floor, tusslin' with our swords Raised high like the Ottomans fightin' in holy war [Chorus] See, nothin' ain't pretty in this cutthroat city We fightin' for equality, we not fightin' for your pity We fightin' for the right to life, the right to liberty The right to make it on our own, you can't take it, no, give it to me Nothin' ain't pretty in this cutthroat city We fightin' for equality, not fightin' for your pity We fightin' for the right to life, the right for liberty (Right for liberty) [Interlude] And that's it Yo, that shit fire, bruh, haha, yo Like you ain't [?][1:37], man, (Yeah, yo) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, I'm fightin' to fuck your bitch Washin' money through Bitcoin, dodgin' the glitch Two maids, Cassandra, Castilla, they half my age The older one play the front door holdin' the gauge I get money, I play with stoves like Chef Ramsey Halloween, powder for snorters is nose candy I had spots on the line like ten Grammys Got arms that hit the floor like chimpanzees The curators of profit lyin', they can't stop it Parkinson gun, cop shakin' before he pop it Cutthroat City (City) I'm out here coolin' with the code to the safe like I see Da Vinci German killers in kill mode I fly where the cream is foreign, Switzerland [?][2:15] Real gold (Gold), Teflon, steel coats (Coats) Liam Neeson swan divin' off of big boats (Big boats), uh-huh Big boats [Outro] And that's it Yo, that shit fire, bruh, haha, yo Like you ain't [?][2:34], man Supreme Architecture (Interlude){*instrumental for the first 11 seconds*} [Skit: RZA] For the supreme architecture That's the one who come with the most illest ideas The one who come with the illest creation A supreme architecture is actually someone who build the universe If I personally say I'm the supreme architecture I'm I'm lettin Allah speak right, right there knahmsayin? I'm speakin right through that, I'm I'm becomin a vehicle {*15 seconds of instrumental*} [Skit: RZA] Word it's like the truth They say the truth shall set you free You hear the truth, it sets you free So, mathematics is truth When it adds up, there's no error The only time there's an error When man miscalculate his own... problem Know what I mean, his own equations Just Can’t Get It Right[Intro: RZA] One, two, it’s the Brooklyn Zu Three, four, better shut your door Five, six, nigga, get yo' shit Seven, eight, gonna lay 'em to sleep One, two, it’s the Brooklyn Zu Three, four, nigga, shut your door! [Verse 1: Shorty Shitstain] I make money, money don’t make me I squeeze them honies, homie don’t hate me I keep my money in a Hefty bag Fuck a safe, I pack a fo-fo automatic I ain’t your average rapper, I ain’t your average camper I’m on some new shit and you can get adapter I had it up to here, I had it up to here Wit' niggas, with them counterfeitin' flows this year! I know a lot of ya’ll niggas can’t get it right Just can’t get it right, just can’t get it right [Hook: RZA] Y'all niggas, just can’t get it right Just can’t get it, just, just can’t get it right! [Verse 2: 12 O'Clock] Hold guns like the bar that hold the shower curtains I’m in the club, watch my watch, let my diamonds flirtin' Time to leave, and these two girls sayin' somethin' Cross the Brooklyn Bridge, now a nigga finger fucking Papa Wu crib full, C.R.E.A.M, watch the purses You better believe I’m holding like the service K-Tab rock bulletproof suburbans Two more suburbans, bodyguards rockin' turbans Putman Avenue, Uncle Freddy watch the dirt in Take Saudi and murder it, soundtrack 4-thirdin' [Hook 2: RZA & (Shorty Shitstain)] (I know a lot of ya’ll niggas can’t get it right) (Just can’t get it right, just can’t get it right) Y'all niggas, just can’t get it right Just can’t get it, just, just can’t get it right! [Verse 3: Young Dirty Bastard] Born in a race that lies no definition Write rhymes in brown sand, fuck the composition! Eliminatin' those who are fake is my decision I send the hail mary to your God, now convert ya whole religion If the sky had eyes, he could see the pussyness In all you tender loving business guys I can see the future maggots in all you flies Hammer start seeing the weakness, niggas terrified Listen, I fed a pig to a savage then he jumped like rabbit Dumped a ball in a hoop then he caught AIDS [Hook 2] Doctor[Verse: Tinashe] High, high, baby right now Cause when you hold me Don't, don't leave me lonely Thirsty, quench it for me Cause when you hold me Don't, don't leave me lonely [Hook: Tinashe] Years gone by without one other Can't go back without my lover Feinin', feinin', bring me a doctor Need it, need it, bring me another Years gone by with now or never Can't go back without my poppa Faintin', faintin', bring me a doctor Need it, need it, bring me another (Ahh, so good) [Hook: Tinashe] (So good, and refreshing Ahh, so good) Combat (Afro Season II)The legendary number one headband It's promise is power, omnipotence Immortality But at what cost? One that is greater than any man can imagine And heavier than any man can bare No soul who has ever wore it's tattered grace Has ever escaped the torment of it's infinite burden Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! [Intro: P. Dot w/ RZA laughing] Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (Afro!) [Chorus 2X: P. Dot (RZA)] So many times I had sneak up on them quicker With my finger on the trigger, like Like I'm pulling out my sword This is combat, man, this is war (Afro!) [RZA] Brain stained with the harbor, sword stained with the blood of martyrs Revenge is a never ending story, Afro who's the author Trying to bother, the bare site of my father So I'm living today, like there's no tomorrow Sword, inside my sheet, my heart is filled with beef For all the dead souls, that I chopped into piece Return, of the Afro sheen, fatal mean guillotine Sword in my hand, I want the number one headband [P. Dot] Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay [Chorus 2X: P. Dot (RZA)] So many times I had sneak up on them quicker With my finger on the trigger, like Like I'm pulling out my sword This is combat, man, this is war (Afro!) Digi-Electronics[Intro: RZA] Come on, come on Yo, ye-yeah, ye-yeah Where Ya At? Where Ya At? Takin' it back to 1982 Runnin' Brownsville as we bring you (Where Ya At? Where Ya At?) That phat old school shit The best of the troup could find BOODOODOODOODOO! Yo yo [Chorus: Force MD's] My crew is super duper fly and we came to get pai-aid We pack those Glocks and razor blades, duckin' spa-a-a-ades Rollin' that sticky chocolate thai, we 'bout to get bla-a-azed Y'all cats can't play with us, it's not a ga-a-a-a-ame [Chorus - last two lines] [RZA] Roll up the Winchester, call up my wife, Celestea Poindexter Tell her bring back the black iron Mac strapped with two extra Clips whizzin' at you, worms in the Big Apple Potholes in the street crack the Benz axle Don't let me come and descend my mens at you You candid cats is fish Jack mackerel B-O-B boy, fast like Bruce Leroy Caramel sundae honey set the decoy For you soldiers seekin' to de-stroy Me, what the fuck you think we got the heat for? You dunce, we knock out your gold fronts Shorty got bigger and strong once she start smokin' blunts With beef they get found in Hunt's There's no chance to score, your best bet's to punt [Chorus] [Doc Doom] I know R&B niggas that's harder than you Young T.G.'s with more street smarts than you Hit a liq', shit you ain't got the heart to do And I bet the click you run with they bustas too Fuck a pass, we come strapped when we passin' through All types of straps, you get clapped just for actin' new Collectin' more guns ever since my cash done grew Bad ass with no dad so I'm a bastard too Ask your crew, nigga, I gay-bash 'em too Grab his strap then ski-mask and bash 'em too [Madam Scheez] West Cost rider, credit card slider Roll up the windows and pass the lighter I done turned into a lover, used to be a fighter Now I pull out my guns and take 'em out one by one You're refutable bitch, sittin' on pins and needles I done seen bitches emotions breakin' up like The Beatles Who's the real bitch now? Seen the fear in yo' tears Next time grown folks is talkin', shut the fuck up here A product of my environment until my retirement Have a habit of the automatic breakin' up the static And if y'all niggas wanna trip y'all can suck my dick I got eight or nine of 'em, different colors and shit [Chorus] [Timbo King] Smell like the rain forest, got diamonds in the hood - flawless Sable Taurus, spit a verse, no chorus You're on the wrong turf, one of my songs worth Two mil', eh-yo, red pill, blue pill Still stay focused, off-white lotus, brokers I'ma dead y'all slot time, no spins on the hot nine Eh-yo, my hot nine got my whole block sign I rhyme gangsta, pops was an O.G I'm a junior, my son'll be the third Let 'em learn degrees, the bees and the birds (uh-huh) Let 'em learn degrees, the bees and the birds [Shyheim] Why you actin' cuckoo like you just flew over nest? Like I give a fuck how much weight you bench Shyheim, my government and my attributes BIG left me the Tec and the nine at my crib, so Gimme the Loot Or L.B.C. ya like Snoop, I'm out to get coof, again coof Turn up the thermostat, peep the murder rap 'Bout to bring it back, in the name of crack In the name of dope Ridin' through the hood in the Diamondback with spokes In the name of thai, cliches and skunk I came to get high, came to get drunk I came with the Tec, Bobby came with the pump We left with the shines, left with two dimes Sittin' on dubs, royal flush, five of a kind Countin' the spare for the deuce-ooh-ooh-one Nigga, our year, niggas, our year [Freemurder] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, talkin' all drunk, makin' a rap right here Fool remainders, like he can't get clapped right here Fuck the walkin', Freemurder pack right here On some napalm and bamboo track right there Fuck twenty-five, shit, I'm strapped to the chair Cuffie Crime Fam', my fifth black in the air Y'all don't want none, lead ya back down the stairs Once the Mac appear Four heat, I ain't hit 'im, shoot back fire wit 'im Whole empire wit 'im, never plea guilty, I ain't hit 'im Guess who lyin' wit 'im Left po', ya dead broke like Holy's ear when Tyson bit 'im Still on point like lime segment Pull out joints, the nine wet men Double action, don't want no trouble, askin' "Who I be?", Murder like Tai Chi Get ya brain tilt New Yorker, Brooklyn is where he come from Leggezin Fin & The Reverend William Burk[Intro: kung fu samples] "Take the sword!" "The sword?" "Come on, give me the sword!" "You Wu-Tang..." [Dexter Wiggles] Yo... here come the enemy And what stands, and we will take... For sure, the Lion of Judah stands within the way Ready for the voices, to call out the other Beware of the storm... [60 Second Assassin] Our opponents upon the threat with the mighty Gigantor I'm rippin' this shit to pieces like Skeletor The editor, senator of all rap, competitors Get this job done on the mic quicker than -- Financial or power, I attack with the sunshower Get the new pres', the taste of God's power Raining for forty days, burning for forty nights Meteoroligists don't even pick up from the satelline Coming a catastrophe, death of another M.C Killed by the legendary G-O-D, as in me Now rest in peace, six feet beneath, subconsciously Periodically, and wake up and be somebody I swam the shores and cause the laws and I recall The rise and fall, but now see I walk tall Never needed a slugger, my rapping's like the mugging I rough up then tough up, I leave your shit left for supper Hush up your busted, you can't be trusted Give me a break out there, foolin' the puppet On with the subject, cuz I'm tired of hearing this rubbish Now get your stinking breath off the mic "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack" *Leggezin Fin rappin' in foreign language* [Leggezin Fin] We had 30 years of war, live hardcore For our souls through the sky, alotta soldiers died You can't ever be denied when, words are only option Before you close an eye, guarantee you'll be poppin Ninety-nine percent, muthafuckas straight dropping Leaders get starting, AK's, ASK's With the magazine that say, real Leggezin Aiyo, that's what I mean, people pray for the day Of a good well being, man cry in your genes If you steppin' cleans, enemies gettin' low So he spy enemies, gather fake shit, counterfeit Try to make a profit, still I crimes up for the rise To the market, so many people starving, die for nothing I bring you little something, keep the streets bumping Love forever "Take the sword!" "The sword?" "Come on, give me the sword!" "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack" "You Wu-Tang..." [Crisis] Who serving us? The Knights is superb with this We lyrical murderers, your nervousness got you shaking like turbulence The game need nourishment, so we came to nourish it Give you lames encouragement, just the name get perished quick Black Knights, we far from good samaritans Keep the crowd rocking, you keep 'em nodding like heroine In the veins of an addict, disrespect, brains'll get splattered You strained from being subtracted, inflicting pain is a habit Killa Cali mentality, rob & sell drugs for a salary Niggas can't handle me, bring static like Channel 3 On the M-I-C, or on the streets leave you like Can it Be You got served by my first verse, for living in a fantasy Yessir, like my nigga Pharell, for real Niggas get killed, Black Knights, we destroy then build [Christbearer] Yeah, I make it all seem so simple Rock the mic with my quintessential, fundamental Killing them off, Christbearer the boss The young Rick Ross on the freeway, yeah I see the rats run the relay Yeah, the judge, the jury, the prosecutor, the DEA Yeah, Christbearer, he say And he's an O.G. when he flex it, like it's suppose to be The freestyle champ, keep it amped Then, nobody in the camp gets served When I swerve, Christbearer the king, I bring The, fire, the rain, I touch 'em, insane So psycho, yeah, I'm in the PJ's In the projects, I go, insane [Rugged Monk] Monk spit fact not fiction, my written is too forbidden It be touched, to even bitten, you wack niggas submitting Spit darts, rap it so accurate, pierce right through your hollow bones Graphic clones, couldn't see me on the microphone Pen and pad, line for line, bar for bar, you take a choice Your courage is flattering, but your need couldn't come close To the Rugged M-O-N-K, vivid lyrical wordplay Display a chamber of rhymes, you couldn't match on your best day I leave that ass wet like a dolphin, laid in a coffin Compton's where I come from, and shit happen's often What you know about a nigga dying, for natural causes He got, hit in his neck, now that's natural for flossing Even my girl say I'm stuck in my ways Ever since back in the days, been thugging, dumping with K's And I'm still at it, still slinging, word to them crack addicts Still acting, still quick to keep the beef cracking [5 Foot Hyper Sniper] My dosage of murder is a movie 3000 Miles to Graceland, alotta gun clapping, man Chicks say Dre Street, the last man, specialist, man I represents a crime family, nominated for Grammy's Brooklyn Zu, up in the casino, chips like Bingo Flights to Reno, my team's 'source' like Benzino You 'supreme', we got 'clientele', more kings in jail We so dangerous, we don't get bail Judge wanna, let me rot in the cell I got to escape like Alcatraz, I be on the run like Ol' Dirty Bast' With a suitcase full of cash, royalties ever stash And I got dough from paid shows Like uptown, and Tonight at the Apollo Dre Street, a tough act to follow, jumped out the Silverado Fuck the fifty talent, ahh, bullets flying through the air Like spirals on a football, like it was thrown by Brett Favre "Take the sword!" [Beretta 9] You should pray that I climb the ladder, instead of waving the wand Having to abracadabra, he is no longer with us I couldn't be any gladder, like the kid on Christmas Who couldn't be any badder, got everything that I asked for Including the six shooter, gloves with the hat and mask And you was giving it up so, no reason to ask And we be living it up, future, present and past A bit of pimp in my strut, make it like I got class Wine in the wine glass, fine bitch with a fine ass And her friend too, the evil that men do Just cuz I got cash, will I figure I take two Or maybe three of those, how we treat them hoes "Take the sword!" "The sword?" "Come on, give me the sword!" "You Wu-Tang..." [Interlude: sample] One hundred men co-operate to save ten lives And ten men save one life and death That has always been the way of the 108 Dragons [The Reverend William Burk] Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword Give your soul back to the church, son, give it back to the lord Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword Give your soul back to the church, give it back to the lord You playing with them rooks, knights, bishops, kings Queens, bishops, knights, rooks Knowledge equal pawns, frontlines, jagged hooks Gold shields, illest crooks for the boldest juks We eating soul food, cooked good, now what's it shook It took for one to see the pork without the pieces on it It takes for one to grab the cross as if it's Jesus on it It take for one to see the poor pit with the preacher's on it It take for one to hear the system with no speakers on it And still know that it's all there with the features on it Like them Cadillacs with woofers and them tweeters on it We in stadiums, the floors and the bleachers want it In high school I even had my women teachers on it [RZA] We keep diamonds in small packets like sunflower seeds When my Glock get a cold, it throws a gunpowder sneeze Achoo, blow a fever at you non believers I bet your cornerback won't intercept the receiver Of this hundred meter bullet, trigger pull back when I pull it A quarter inch, I clear the whole bench, I clear the whole field And the building, your boy Bobby Steels been Trapped in the projects, playing spades with the pilgrims Now I"m back on O-R, aiyo, pa The Glock goes pop pop, now it's back tok the Alamo "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack, now Because of it..." "Take the sword!" "The sword?" "Come on, give me the sword" [Outro: sample] When a man wants to attract the female The best way is to apply a musk perfume But when a man uses a musk perfume There are two important things he must be aware of One; is that he will get the woman he wants Even if she woudln't ordinarily succumb to his charms The other is that his own special odor, his body's natural smell Will change... The very demon of revenge seeks divine guidance? Haha, do you really think you can absolve yourself from sin? By sculpting, stupid little toys? Who-ho, now that's some shit you don't see everyday You've fallen so far, coward I've been watching you, can you even raise your sword? Against another, where's the cold blooded killer, you once were Do you no longer have the stomach to fight? Will you remain a coward, even as your father suffers? Oh, now, that just ain't nice You don't have to listen to that shit And you have such a long long way to go To save your poor tortured father I've almost revived his rotten bones Oh he will live again, to feel pain To suffer, and you don't even have the number two headband yet So I have a few more days, or maybe even weeks To enjoy your father's pain Before you even have the right to challenge me Watch Digi Snacks Intro[Intro: Understanding (RZA)] Explosive mic Bobby trap rap books The game isn't over, til the kings go wild A brilliant virtuous doctor, in the 21st century (hahahahahahaha) Experiments with a strange potion, called Digital Elixir (hahahahahahaha) That transforms him, into a powerful being That struggles with the great and evil within himself (hohohohohoho) While saving the lives of others Another classic tale of the dangers and benefits of drugs (huh... he's back! Ahh!) [RZA] Yo, double dose of danger, it's the Gunfighter and the Stranger Peep the silver bullets, like the old Lone Ranger Transform on ya'll niggas, like the Werewolf from London My cousin Dirty Dick Don, yeah he straight out the dungeon Man up in the art gall', my girl, my newborn child God chosen, son, we just sip from the Nile Gold plated dinner dishes, fresh slice of fresh papaya Pulled by the scrolls, read the Book of Obadiah Smack ya head against the wall like a Spalding My thugs, they carry more drugs than Walgreen's Mr. Digital, bodododo, sometimes appear invisible Got this money, now my old bitch is miserable Old Jack Nicholson grin, I stay sinister Two billion dollar advance, for a three letter signature Holy frankincense and myrrh... [Outro: Understanding] Explosive mic Bobby trap rap books The game isn't over, til the kings go wild A brilliant virtuous doctor, in the 21st century Experiments with a strange potion, called Digital Elixir That transforms him, into a powerful being That struggles with the great and evil within himself While saving the lives of others Another classic tale of the dangers and benefits of drugs You Must Be Dreaming[Intro: Kintetic 9] Yeah, one two, check it [Verse 1: Kinetic 9] Ayo, what makes Kinetic get on some live wire shit? Not much, but when Beretta, I'm on some set a fire shit I'm no devil, but the flow is hell, though Just on another level, I'm quick to tell you 'hell no' And never trouble, I haven't been to jail, so In case you see me there, don't think, I won't rebel, or It's not, I don't care, just you're not playin' fair, bro' That's where I stand, but you better get out my chair, hoe Don't understand, but I bet you, hear the snare go When I pop you in the ear, and your head bounce on the dance floor Why you even think, you even had the chance for B.O.B.B.Y., B9, and Diaz for? [Chorus: RZA] Schh—you get shot in the ass for, talkin' that bullshit, and as for You wild niggas tryin' to rap, like you bustin' them gats, ya'll dreaming They be talkin' that they bustin' your cap And they carryin' straps, but they dreamin' Niggas be, dreamin', ya'll niggas just dreaming [Verse 2: Bobby Digital] Yo, chalked from the wood grain and alcohol, son, I chew barks Spin your head like Technics, made you write the new mart See The W footprint? Made from the shoe mark Yeah, it's Bob Digital, bitch, not Bob Newhart Splash through the Norwegian sea like Black Orca Sippin' on weed, next beer with Johnny Walker No scrutiny, no shipwreck, or mutiny Got the kevlar suit, don't think about shooting me Holding the golden scepter, you be folding Bow to The RZA like the great King Oden My wiz is mighty like is Isis, my son is like Osirus Wu-Tang Clan be the wisest Like Professor Xavier, got stock like Doctor Octavious More Vikings than Scandinavia, you better watch your behavior I be myself, so I'mma be the self savior [Chorus: RZA] Schh—you get shot in the ass for, talkin' that bullshit, and as for You wild niggas tryin' to rap, like you bustin' them gats, ya'll dreaming They be talkin' that they bustin' your cap And they carryin' straps, but they dreamin' Niggas be, dreamin', ya'll niggas just dreaming Billy[Intro: RZA] Eh-yo, man, fuckin'.. Mothafuckin' Billy, man Yeah, man That mothafucka, man, just called me and shit From fuckin', uh, some county jail, man Down South or some shit He's mothafuckin' crazy I thought that nigga was comin' here next week too and shit But I guess he went down South with them fuckin' white boys and shit You know he love hangin' with them white boys and shit [RZA] Yo, yo, yo, Billy He sniffed dope and swallow acid, took gulps of colt classics Smoked hashes, tote plastic Glocks and low jackets Cross country, cousin Billy with forty monkeys Twenty white honkys, Harley Davidson bike junkies In a convoy escapin' from Rosco P. Co And those four redneck cops who had Rodney in a sleephold The SWAT team, U.S. army shock team The snipers who shot King, infrared dot beams Aimed at windshields, gas tanks and wheels From the bank they yanked the mil, hot lead and stainless steel Shot through the helmets, cracked heads like Hellmanns jars Ripped through the roofs and blew the hood off the car A.T.F., F.B.I., D.E.A., chopper in the sky Eye witness news on standby Bill Beutel, it was Mit from the metly Mint leaf tea dipped in P.C.P., hit to the head like a D.D.T Hard on the gut like Mc D.L.T C-cipher punks put the A.P.B On these destroyers who was drunk off the J&B Ran up in A&P, hit the safe at P&C Documentary on A&E, eight P.M. E.S.T Five P.T., the ho tapin' on V.C.R Three victims shot, one was saved by C.P.R Fuckin' Billy be wildin' Like Robert L. Lee or Stonewall Jackson He always out for action I was at an eighteen hole golf course relaxin' When I received the collect call, BOODOODOODOO Collect call from cousin Billy [Phone Skit: RZA ("Billy")] (Eh-yo, Bobby, I'm in trouble) Yo, what's goin' on, cousin? What the fuck, man? (Listen, yo I need fifty thousand) Oh sh--, eh-yo, Kinetic Check it out, nigga said he need fifty fuckin' g's Son (Listen, yo, we got into a fight In the bar, shit was just crazy) Eh-yo, I heard you was fuckin' with the white boy Tommy again Takin' that acid, nigga (Yeah, oh yeah, we chillin' though I just need you to come get me, for real) No problem, son Yo, I'll send my nigga Kinetic down to get you and shit (Aight) Aight, there it is Mesmerize[Intro: Feven (RZA)] Stressed out in an exclusive (This is a Wu-Tang International world premiere, bodododododo) Oh my God, I think I'm a havin' a rap attack [Feven] Go ahead and call me suburban slums of the chick Though you don't know shit about me Black refugee, twelve'll automatically Shit is funny, the way you think I'm on ya money Seein' mathematics, you think I'm makin' stacks, son After I eat, the release hit, the more mouthes to feed Back in Ave., countin' my gift to Gap No shame in holdin' CREAM, but it ain't what it seems And now I know how ya'll hate when niggas make the greens, nawhatimean? See ya eyes bleedin' and envy Allah in Sweden Britain Bahamans beemin' hatin' on my achievements, schemin' And turbans, try to cause turbulence And my essence, can't none of that shit touch my maintenance Niggas all bling, bling, don't know how to handle the thing It's not about how much ya earn, it's how you spend And I choose life, before any God damn rights Steppin' on some Satan shit, but I only fear twice [Chorus 2X: Feven] You on some hostile negative vibes Negative lies, the style only makes me rise To the top, mind states it and makes me wise I'ma keep a step ahead and mesmurize [Feven] Growin' up I feel like an old soul trapped in a child's body Mad strain on my brain but I kept most inside of me For sure, was a quiet type and inside a drawer Peeps tried to lock me out like, yeah, fun, it's for more Straight outta war, couldn't ignore, scenes I was seein' Quicker human being, part of Fam, by RZA, one would kill him Couldn't feel him, period, had to get articulate To express the mess, pen and paper and got blessed Unless, I make my path straight, when I came, I ate I be on some other shit, on the news front page A heart filled wit rage, feel the pain after pain Converted shit to positive things, I project on stage Now they wanna hate on my shine, hate on my kind Byut I know it's envy kid, I feel in my spine Ain't nothing ya'll can say or do, to make me change my point of view You better change ya attitude or I'mma get this bitch, son [Chorus 2X] [Interlude: RZA (Feven)] This is a Wu-Tang International world premiere (Oh my God, I think I'm havin' a rap attack) [Feven] My crouching tiger, gotta go hard, but still a fighter I'm tighter, the son got problems facin' the facts Survivor, ya'll can keep yappin' on the cypher I'm killin' tracks, do ya own things, pick up ya acts Matter of fact, if this is for ya'll to keep in mind 073-6291535 [RZA] And sure ya on lead, whether ya hit this bleed RZA ger dig kta grejer (RZA gives you the real stuff) [Feven] If you ain't been through shit, how can ya know shit? If you talk that shit, if ya get ya bones split I been bitin' my tongue, every time I heard somethin' But now it's on, and keep in mind where I'm from [Chorus 2X] Fight For Equality[RZA] Bite Or Stop BarkingEpisode 3: Bite Or Stop Barking Welcome. Our exploration is now in session. Before we take this journey together, we first need to prepare our bodies and minds for what's to come. Seek out an environment that's free of distraction and then find in a comfortable position to sit. Place your hands together or rest them gently on your knees. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Place all your attention on your breathing. Feel your lungs fill with the oxygen and then release that air back into the world again. Focus on the flow. Inhale. Exhale. What lies at the end of every journey? The goal. The desire. The cheese. But there are many things that stand in our way before we reach that goal. A shrouded valley of doubt, procrastination, excuses. What do you need to build a bridge, cross the valley, and attain what you seek? But everything you need already exists in your own universe. You just have to activate it. Before you take a step, you need a plan of what needs to be built, and envision that plan. My plan was to bring the Wu-Tang Clan to the top. I told my brothers, "get on the bus. I'm taking us to be the number one hip hop group in the world." I gave them my word. And they took that leap of faith with me, because I had their trust. They understood I had a vision and look where it lead us. So now I ask you, what do you seek? What does your success look like? Give your mind a clear set destination. Visualize it. Then say it aloud. Your verbal commitment is your plan. Your planning and your preparation are the groundwork, but to push across the bridge, you need support. A wise man surrounds himself with other wise men. And this is where you'll call upon those people. I know who mine are. Even you know who some of mines are. But who are your people? Who do you rely on? Who keeps you in check? Who sees your total strength and challenge you to grow? Who demands that you fulfill your potential? Identify those individuals. Three people. See their faces. Say their names out loud. Again. Each one is now your ally on this journey. When this exploration ends, I want you to tell those people your plan. What do you want to accomplish? Tell them in person, or by e-mail, or even with a text. But don't be flimsy about it. Do it. Give them your word and stand by it. Those people are your accountability. They're your outside pressure. They will produce that diamond in your life. They are the momentum to help you set your foot on the other side of the valley. Now say your goal to yourself one more time. And then, just after you say it, open your eyes. Spread that goal to your sidekicks and set forth on your path. HorrorThey say wisdom is the wise words spoken by a brother attempting to open the graves of these mentally dead slaves --RZA, "The Birth (Broken Hearts)" In this culture, some of the deepest wisdom comes from horror movies. A perfect example is Night of the Living Dead. That movie and its sequels teach you about life.      For one thing, Night of the Living Dead predicted the dawn of crack. If you lived in the hood in the '80s, you saw that movie come to life in the street. There's a reason Public Enemy titled that song "Night of the Living Baseheads."      Secondly, Dawn of the Dead was the great metaphor for American society. The zombies were Americans, just walking through the mall, lost, trying to find excitement outside of themselves. They forgot that excitement is not buying a new TV; it's taking your shoes off and walking in the grass in your backyard. All those movies were really showing us ourselves.      When I first saw Night of the Living Dead, I was scared to death. But when I watched it again at age sixteen (when they were up to Day of the Dead), I'd gotten knowledge of myself, and could relate to what it was saying about America. The dead were alive but they were blind, deaf, and dumb. So to me, they were symbolic of black men in America.      The dead in those movies are alive--that's just a description of physical matter, it's active--but they don't have life. Life comes when you have knowledge, wisdom, and understanding, when you can see for real, touch and feel for real, know for real. Then you are truly living.      Finally, all the Of the Dead films work as metaphors for the Five Percent. The survivors are holdouts living among the mentally dead. And interestingly, they tend to be led by black men. At the same time, though, after the black man survives--he fights off destruction through the whole movie--a white man kills him. Intro (Guided Explorations)Peace. Welcome to the Guided Explorations: Volume 1, presented by TAZO Tea. You may know me by The RZA, AKA Bobby Digital, AKA Prince Rakeem, AKA The Abbot. I'll be your guide on this journey. My career has taken many forms across all continents. And at every stage, exploration has been essential to my process. This series of Guided Explorations attempts to share that process with you. Originally developed for the Zen session of Camp TAZO, my teachings are now available to anyone, anywhere through this audio experience. So grab some tea, find a comfortable seated position, and prepare to unlock your hidden powers. You may know me as the RZA You may know me as the RZA AKA Bobby Digital AKA Prince Rakeem AKA The Abbot The Abbot AKA The Abbot No RegretsKilla Beez control the set Shaolin Island, where you at? Medina East Coast just hold your set West Coast just hold your set Dirty South just hold your set Mid West just hold your set East Coast just hold your set West Coast just hold your set Dirty South just hold your set Mid West just hold your set Nano nano, my fammo pop more love than Soprano Carry ammo like Rambo, blow like Tony Montano Timberlands with no sandals, started off like black Sambo Talkin' ham bone, ham bone Haven't you heard that we switched the channel? On the neck is gray flannel Gucci cheese wit the camouflage Häagen-Dazs Milano cookies too hard to handle Pepperidge Farm distinctive, Godfather like Brando You, download my flow on your iPod Nano Nano nano from Austin, tea parties in Boston Spot that dot in your eye, you not a G til' I cross 'em Shaolin Island how your set East Coast just hold your set West Coast just hold your set Dirty South just hold your set There's no need to cry y'all, I gauge out your eyeballs Your family's like why y'all, there's blood on the white wall The streets wrapped in white sheets, be strapped to my right knee Twenty feet gorilla niggas rollin' lookin' just like me The jakes came to ID, I don't carry I.D You bein' fed through the vein with the IV In your head you're like why me?, in the bed is where I be Oh man, between the legs of a dime piece Tongue kiss her scented breast, her best friend is behind me Camcorder on Wi-Fi, recorded in widescreen Sent it to the iJack, to the people on my team Killa Beez shine, I don't need no bling bling East Coast just hold your set West Coast just hold your set Shaolin Island hold your set Medina hold your set East Coast just hold your set Mid West just hold your set Dirty South just hold your set Medina, where you at? East Coast just hold your set Killa Beez control the set Shaolin Island, where you at? Medina, where you at? Mid West just hold your set Dirty South just hold your set Shaolin just hold your set Medi, Medina, where you at? Boogie down Killa Beez control the set Shaolin Island, where you at? Medina, where you at? Free Like ODB (Interlude)[Skit: RZA] The body is a vehicle for the mind You realize that your body, is basically vacumnin that space Into somethin from within this body This is why the air must come in, every breath Look at – I say look at ODB, okay A free man for real, knahmsayin’? His his expression of freedom, his what he wanted to do It was VERY free, one out of a million people Could deter him, from an idea, y'knahmean? Cause he was free to express like that, y'knahmean? Egotist Enlightenment[Produced by RZA] [Verse 1: Robert Delong] I'm looking down on planet Earth I got a message from the universe But I can't communicate up here With the [?] people shouting far and near You got everything Cause you can't feel a thing Yeah you got everything But you can't feel a thing [Verse 2] And I'm just here to make some noise I've got thousands of dollars and electronic toys I'll make a bee to make you sting I'll write a song that you cannot help but sing [Pre-Chorus 1] So I got everything But I can't feel a thing Yeah I got everything But I can't feel a thing [Chorus 1] And I got everything But I can't feel a thing [Verse 3] They're looking up from planet Earth They ask me how the fuck I get my amnesty from work They know I live inside a cage My mind creates an anchor for perception's sake [Pre-Chorus 2] Where we feel everything Where we see everything Where I am everything Yeah I am everything [Chorus 2 x4] Yeah I am everything Yeah I am everything Tears of a samurai[Chorus: Thea] Oh whoa, these tears that I've had They here, have no, word Then roll, each time each pain I fell insane [RZA] Fury in my eyes, sword on my side Escape death to become immortalized Afro on my head, the black Samurai Number One, I bring a whole nation alive I'm the leader of the Clan, you can tell from the headband Spirit of God, become one inside man Except all challengers, leave 'em in bandages Sword won't ceist til my enemy vanishes [Chorus II: Thea] And so your tables have turned Only now with you and I've burned Were these sweet memories? In the rain [RZA] Yo, I'm the master of disaster, no one swing a sword faster I warned you, the'll be tears after the laughter Now I'm 30 years, after the rapture War blood will be spilt, we start a new chapter Fury in my eyes, sword on my side Afro on my head, I'm a black Samurai Number One, I bring my whole nation alive Escape death, to become immortalized [Chorus] [Chorus II] [RZA] Yo, yo, dogs out to chase these cats, in the jungle Rats wanna snatch that cheese, in the jungle Bears want honey from bees, in the jungle Birds wanna nest in the trees, in the jungle Squirrels try'nna catch a nut, in this jungle Pigs wild around in the muds, in this jungle Lions on the hunt for the beef, in these jungles Hyena roll around thirty deep, in these jungles Try'nna snatch ice from the penguins, while I'm stingling I see shorty wop, she got those ill rings jingling They jingling, baby, I heard Ringling Barnum & Bailey was in this place, shit is crazy What's a man to do in this jungle? Live life on the hunt full, in the jungle When hamsters come and try to snatch a crumb from you What a man 'pose to do, in this jungle? If you can talk to animals in this jungle Would you allow the slouth to come amongst you Would you break bread, or instead Get the thirty-thirty scope and put one in your head Put one in the head... [Chorus II] If Not YouEpisode 4: If Not You, Who? It's time to step into the exploration. Today, we are in search of our true self. But first, we prime the mind and the body. It begins in a sacred place free of life's noise. Sit yourself down in a comfortable but alert position, with posture that lets the air flow easily in and out of your lungs. Put your hands together. Rest them gently on your knees. Close your eyes. Breathe in through your nose and slowly out through your mouth. Continue with patience. Match my flow. Feel every inhale and every exhale. Flow in. Flow out. Today we want to reach inside and uncover the fullest version of ourself. When I was young, I did just this. It lead me to my chosen name, The Divine Prince Rakeem. I chose a name that I had to live up to, a prince in the ghetto. It gave me strength and it forced me to be original. I later on became the RZA. Rakeem Zig-Zag-Zig Allah. Always reaching. Always growing. Now it's time for you to look deep down within yourself and visualize your true self. This begins with altering your physical stance, which has a tremendous impact on your mental state. The right pose can help you think in deeper, more abstract ways, and encourage you to take risks. Rise up with me now. I want you to take on the stance of a warrior. Take a lunge-like position with your back leg straight and your front leg bending forward at the knee. Now slide your back foot a little big and feel the strength in your balance. Place your hips and shoulders forward so that they are parallel with each other. Keep your breath steady. Make sure your feet remain rooted to the ground. Now become the warrior. Extend your arms as if you're ready to attack. Breathe. Hold it. Even when it gets hard, let your muscles generate with each other. Life is hard, but only through great struggle come ease. Push. Push yourself harder. Since the first day we entered this world, we had to push ourselves out of a tight situation. A warrior has the ability to push through. Laser beam focus. Our goal is for the body to act in unison with itself. In unison with the mind. If your body knows that every other part is working as one, you can uncover a greater power. You can push that boulder up the hill. Feel the strength in your stance. Feel the confidence that it creates. Visualize yourself in this warrior stance. Now name it. This is you. From this pose, you can take on anything. Remain here as you call to mind the next obstacle that you must overcome. How will you approach it differently with the strength you now possess. Repeat this exercise with a variety of obstacles. Like a kung fu master, there's great power within you. Now how will you use it? As you move towards the exit of our exploration, I want you to remember this stance and the confidence that comes with it. Return to it any time you feel overwhelmed and ask, "how will this version of my warrior self respond to this challenge?" Take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Again. Focus on the flow. Inhale and exhale. Slow. Smooth. And return to your day and carry with you what you have learned. So High (G-13){*sampled woman singing "So High" in background Throughout whole track*} [Intro: ??? (RZA)] Yeah son, 36 dirty (Smoked out.. oh.. smokin.. smokin) Oh, yeah man, It's Not a Game son Yo Ra man (Smokin) Yo Ra man, bring it back We gotta bring them ten of them, nahI'msayin? And don't forget that Remy with the.. (Smokin) that Henny, knowImean? And that big booty bitches with it ripped off With the jiggles on, knowI'msayin? Yeah bring some big women and smoke it Get high over here, knowI'msayin? (Smokin) Straight like that baby Let them niggas know what's up Ra [RZA] BZZZZ.. Killa Bee will sting, blitz from the sticky green I had the chocolate thai mixed with the G-13 From the supercali-fragalistic twisted Throat dry as brownies, I had to sip a Mystic Called up Johnny Blaze cuz I know he like to smoke He said for migraine headaches weed be the anti-dote Brown bags got more seeds than a cantaloupe Northern Lights have you runnin like wild antelopes Seen through a microscope, crystallized T.H.C I mix mine with the Digi soaked in minty leaf And I puff.. puff and I smoke the smoke {*coughs three times*} ..but I didn't choke [Timbo King] Blaze up, and let's smoke 'til we hazed up What you drinkin? Lemonade or Henny straight up? Super-high motherfucker, nigga, Wake Up And cop a bag of that good shit Eh-yo, dip that shit, nigga, one pull and pass Smoke 'til ya lungs collapse and hit ya ass 'Dro, evergreen, ever seen seeds? No, you never seen trees like these Budded, with the crystal studded I'm blunted with the pistol, shut it Keep smokin.. {*inhales*} super-high nigga I'm whino real, fifty sack of that good shit From the hood shit Got the Remy on my side 'til death do us Eyes low, breath smellin like hydro I'm high yo, up in the Tahoe bumpin Faith Keep gats like G's son, just in case Blackjack Las Vegas, we puff God shivegas High outta my mind, forgot what today is It's Bo King blunted, chokin on the Arizona Smoke scream effects, smell the green marijuana {*inhales*} [Outro: ??? (Timbo King)] So High girl, Ohwee (Uh, good shit, good shit) So High, So High, uh (We got yo nostrils flaired smokin on the chocolate) Ah.. Killa Bee drama.. look at the chick yo she high.. Yeah.. I'm gettin all that baby I'm only gon' get ya high one time Seen? Yeah, we gon' get you high over here NahI'msayin? Mix some of this Cognac Mix it back baby, get some realy tonic here Straight up G mackin up in here baby Black dust on the road with this.. flow Goin on and on, didn't I try to tell ya? Yeah, straight up Wu-Tang baby Nigga, knowI'msayin? Umm-hmm This is what you need, I'm So High girl I just wanna lay a little guerilla back on a sweetback baby That's what I'm tryin to tell ya, umm-hmm Wise Men (Interlude)[RZA] Christians say that you can study all day Pray all day, and chant all day But you get to heaven faster If you hang with the wise men Yeah I would say once you got inspired spark Y'know, you strive, to, y'know You gotta put, y'know you gotta keep puttin wood on it as they say Right? Keep it burnin or whatever You gotta find a way to keep it burnin But then there's the optimum side of it That's the burnin fire that's burnin but it don't burn Knahmean? Just in life, like the sun You know the sun is seen, like that But it's like a eternal sun that That it is on regardless, you just on You just free from, y'know Shit don't work on you no more The story of the villain Thirsty[Intro: Beretta 9 (RZA)] Drip, drip It's hot outside man (drop, drop) One, two I know niggas is +Thirsty+ (boodoodoodooodoodoo) (Bobby Digital) One, two It's hot outside (Bo-Bo-Bo-Bo) About a motherfuckin' hundred degrees, humid (Bo-Bobby, yeah, Digital) And niggas is +Thirsty+ (Di-Di-Di-Digital) [Beretta 9 (RZA)] Ayo, this I dedicate to niggas who bust guns All my live niggas who sold Vamps and didn't +Run+ My juveniles wild to stay out past their curfew A build upon life and drink beers like their pops do A subject of the streets, yo kid it's +Burning Season+ Don't expose the joint without intentional reason Summer time (Digital), dehydrated, niggas out to quench thirst Quench thirst, we might want to stay in home, oh fuck it Rock the camo', I got the ammo A long shot, look like I play for the Knicks So call me Rambo, Beretta 9, Killarm' recon' (Digital) Rob me, I might rob you, then it be on [RZA] Digital... Radical +White Boy+ push skate board, not Mountain Dew Old splash, d'ya see that bright yellow shirt with the Wu W? Faced you with the flight of a butter fly wing Fierce as the eagle, sting of the underground beatle Might wobble or fall down inside the squabble In summer time, cracked the ice cold bottle Take the swallow, and give all praises due to the true And do the Dew, just do the Dew, do the Dew... Never[Ad lib: RZA] Yo, exclusive (exclusive) (I'm inside the motherfucking refrigerator) J.. J-Love [Intro: RZA] Yo, it makes no sense Why the fuck is y’all niggas so dense? Trying to jump the fence You trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents Like this nigga Flint, he had no fucking sense [Verse 1: RZA] Trying to disrespect the Prince, make a hit like Bucky Dent Money clip clenched, all his dollars and cents Wouldn't give a dime to a wench Even though catching cream was a cinch From still penny pinch on the park bench Holding his nine inch tight as a wrench Bent til’ his eye squint FZA-FZA-FZA-Flusty from the dust, you could smell the stench Money green cream from wintergreen mints Spent his time in limousines, slightly tint Wherever he went, cause an incident With 10 henchmen jumping outta doors, suspension Lincoln Ready for lynching any competition, thinking They could catch him while he be drinking Big niggas be shrinking when he come through A major player, said he was the Alpha and Omega But still slipped the 40 ounce from the local bodega Wait…wait, this fucker, Money Talk like Chris Tucker Bitch stuck a shoe game like Miss Rucker [Chorus x2: RZA] Never give your gun to a friend 'Cause he’ll never bring it over again Never leave your ho alone With your dog, 'cause he might try to bury his bone [Verse 2: Free Murda] What’s this O talk about, she used to have blocks I don’t wanna hear about ya man crack spots I don’t wanna hear about that van with black Glocks About 102 of us like the dogs wit’ the black dots Better keep ya mind and ya hand on that stashbox We rolled up with more cars than that Matchbox Pop one right in ya chat box, niggas don’t wanna gatbox They wan’ chatbox, my gat cocked Have niggas taking up back blocks Can’t walk through the middle 'cause they talk just a little Too much, niggas want more than a little That’s too much, for a draw, send a dog to his kennel He boozed up, like a plumber, keep my tools up I’m icy, the R.L. Stine, I got the Goosebumps Got hit in the head, that’s how he dumbfounded Got hit so much he thought he was surrounded Now I’m lounging, been had them thousands Free stack more bricks than a project housing My guns make Five Hearts Beat, like Robert Townsend I be five cars deep, right in ya town, son Talking all slick ’til I send that kite He ain’t “Three’s Company”, pumping Nicks at Nite We ain’t need company, we got chicks at night Niggas need company 'cause we got fifths at night (blaow!) [Chorus x2: RZA] Never give your gun to a friend 'Cause he’ll never bring it over again Never leave your ho alone With your dog, 'cause he might try to bury his bone Making MovesEpisode 5: Making Moves Peace. For this exploration, I wanna stray from what we have done in the past. I want to take you outside and literally explore. Be mindful you don't have to be still. Your eyes don't have to be closed. Meditation just means you are aware of your inner and outer self. So put on some kicks and let's go outside to a place where you can stretch your legs, move around, you know. If you need to, just hit pause, and I'll wait for you. Are you ready? Let's do this. I want you to start walking. A little slower than normal. Try to keep yourself in a straight line. As you walk, focus on your breath. In through your mouth. Feel your chest rise up and fall. Flow in. Flow out. Keep breathing. Before Wu-Tang was Wu-Tang, I walked all over Staten Island. I mean I walked the Parkhill Projects to Stapleton to New Brighton. I took the long route to up Targee Street, down Van Duzer, and then up the big hill on Ceber Avenue. Those walks in Shaolin built wisdom in me, and they revealed to me what I wanted to do and what I could do, and most importantly, what I should do. How to take on the obstacle or avoid a trap? How to build Wu-Tang? How to launch a label? How to create music not only for the children of my generation, but even the children of future generations. I want you to find wisdom in your walk. Slowly let your focus drift to your legs. Be mindful of every step, lifting each foot up, moving your leg forward, placing it down again. Feel every part of every step. As you do, look around you. Slowly take in the sights. Are they new? Or have you been looking at these things your whole life? Look closer. Is there something there you've never realized? And let your mind become more focused. Think about the goal that lies ahead. Analyze it. Then start to form a plan. Continue this. Think about the obstacles and the opportunities on your path to that goal. Now assess them. Turn these ideas over in your mind as many times as you like. Again and again and again. Multiplying, adding, subtracting, divide them. Don't stop walking until you feel settled. It could take hours and that's cool. The great Indian monk who helped found the Shaolin, he walked from India to China. That's a lot of miles. When I was stuck trying to figure out my screenplay for my movie, I walked through the streets of Pittsburgh. It was the steel heritage of that city that gave me the inspiration to think about making our character have iron fists strong as steel. When your mind feels clear, turn around and head back. Take the same path. This time look at your conclusions from a different perspective. What is the flip side of each obstacle. Each opportunity. Pressure test your plan. When we change our surroundings, we open up new perspective and higher levels of thought. That's why I take walks to this very day. What can you use from this walk to move forward in your life? Maybe it's a tangible plan. Maybe it's just the awareness you've created. My walks lead me to the Wu-Tang and remain a vital part of my process. Where will your walks take you? We're approaching the end of our exploration, and as you press stop on this, just remember that you can return whenever you want, and the RZA will be here waiting to explore with you. Peace. Bong Bong. Afro Samurai Theme (first movement)D12 The Underground EP Derelict Theme [Kon Artis] I damage your neck With the butt of the tech Vandalous sex Cuttin' you ear to ear With the razor of my Gillette You couldn't get respect If you was a captain or a cadet Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a Vietnam vet I'll battle you 50 deep Solo artist shocker dead beat Derelicts on the loose Wylin' like thugs outta prison with slugs While y'all start screaming Like grasses in a submission (Lay down your pot to piss in) Blow up the house you live in Believe me, we greedy And often you is easy Your whole album cheesy Because you got platinum artists on it Don't make it hot We steamroll with real niggas And that's something that you not I'm vampin what you got Then setting up camp at your spot Foiling your plot Every rhyme that you jot I rock to the six like musty twat A dead corpses that been cut up And left in abandoned lots Ya, derelicts theme Comparing your team To ours is a fucked up dream The shit I done seen Has turned me to a scandalous fiend Sticking your peeps for cream Gators or boots, nigga, I'm crushing your dreams As foul as it seems Dismantling spleens til your whole clique's Walking funny like handicapped juggling teams I rumble with kings More humble with seen Until it's time for me to kill again Sincerely yours, the Kon Artis [Chorus] Ay yo Competition of none's such Derelicts the one must Let the guns bust Brigade one trust Untouched Martyr a mic Slaughter your life Runnin avenue soldiers bitch It's water and trife Competition ain't none such Derelicts the one must Let the guns bust It's Brigade one trust Untouched Martyr a mic Slaughter your life Runnin' avenue soldiers bitch Smarter and trife [Bizarre] Who's the fat bastard Rapping that mo' master Snorting coke that's whiter than Casper Better run faster I can out-smoke all of you motherfuckers And bitch I was born with asthma Fuck life, I'd rather track Jack Daniels Smoke weed and rape Cockerspaniels A peeping Tom, nigga I need Ridalin Fuck girls Bitch I only date senior citizens Your grandma, nigga I'm the one that vic'd her Next time you rush me You better be a little bit quicker Run your streets in the house And make full of malt liquor I'm lettin' you throw the first blow And bring ten of your toughest niggas End ya year Like the last day of December (But did you rape that bitch?) I was so drunk I can't remember I used to be in a group We had an argument who was the hottest Now both them niggas is dead And I roll as a solo artist Chorus [Kuniva] Look bitch you stressed out I divide these bullets equally among your crew And give you five so you don't feel left out Like red the hammer I'm nailing niggas in they spleens Just to make walking again a sympathetic dream Energetic schemes Rap vandal and dismantle Tackle MC's and wax you Like your rap name was Candle Grabbing a mic with no handles Leaving you dusty Like walking the desert in old sandals If you weeded or drunk Keep your heat in your trunk We beat you to lumps Swell you up with permanent mumps We dangerous playa Cuffin' my chews Spittin the phlegm out Getting at you whether you coming out Or you been out You never exempt From this murderous attempt I'm telling you pimp Undeniably you are a loss Invincible, why you trying to be a mind boss If the Kon Artis say it then it's done With or without a gun Eat a track and spit out a drum Bust one Trust none Playing the game of death Take your last breath 'Til your last name is left Chorus .. Sheep State (Interlude)[RZA] If the 85 are in the sheep state of mind, right? They still B-rain in the sheep state of mind It's just, which way are you leadin the sheep? Off the cliff? Or to some grazin grass so it can grow And have a full productive life? On Tha GroundThis is not those two DJ's, not Touch, not Wop Not that skinny bitch Cameron although she's hot Not those brothers Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie Now I'ma claim that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me Any beat given to me, shit, I'll close it down In and out the booth, hot like we supposed to sound Now who holds the crown? Yo let's split it four ways I'm always, gonna be Spain and Norway [Petter (RZA)] Slicka upp sparka ner dessa katter blir fler Fr dessa snubbars problem Jag silar snacket p scen Det r vad dom sger nr jag har gtt Vad dom skriver p sitt nt Hur jag lt, hur jag var Vad jag sa, var jag bra Var jag keff, var jag deff Var jag aight, var jag tight Var jag nice, var jag bajs Var jag ingenting alls Var jag kung, var jag tung (Fuck that shit) Om do inte diggar min stil man (Nigga, fuck that shit) [RZA] Don't fuck with my money, son, don't fuck with my bitch Don't fuck with my lab and don't fuck with my whip Don't fuck with my jewels, my weed or my dip Or I might get the Glock, son, and fuck with this clip Blast off the Remingtons, steel shots got you tremblin' Runnin' so fast you lost the tree off the Timberland's Flamed from the heat I squeeze, feel the adrenaline And we could bust shots like we cowboys and Indians [Feven] Yo Let the world witness some real shit 'bout to go down RZA program, N.Y. mixed with Europe sound When it's laid, history already made We broke gates across waters, across lands, across borders Remember my name F-to the E-V-E-N Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya next to kin In act two, this is my chance to blast through And my crew G-F-X, yeah remember that too Down here on the ground - ? (repeat 4X) [RZA] Nigga-nigga-nigga what? Down here on the ground, we fuck niggas up We break shit down, yo look The God Rzarec' is known breakin' Gucci specs Magnetic attraction to wizzes keep their coochie wet Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a super-nova Controller of the lunar and polar, German luger holders Best to back the fuck up, my mag buckin' up The slugs could stop Mack trucks so don't act up Fatal guillotine carrier blast like the space harrier Sip of the blackberry, Berry I might marry ya [Diaz] There's a lot of shit that separates y'all from me I'm in touch with the streets, they reply to me If I'm needed by my people there's no why in me A real fighter, maybe there's a young Sly in me I'm like that Spanish Rocky, attitude a bit cocky Me around ya girl, y'all could guess where that cock be Well it's not in my pants, not in my hands Y'all could look at it like, I make her hot in advance [Petter] Jag ser ett finger I ett publikhav Vi tar till publikhat Det r alltid likadant, hr ditt prat I publikhav Jag klarar mig sjlv Fixar mitt shit sjlv Slashar mitt shit vl Drar in cash varje kvll Stndigt aktuell 100 decibel, debil, ikvll G p scen I ett svart kldesstll Jag r som en grogg utan virke, bara ren jvla stil Jag r som en hundra formel ett, fast I en jvla bil [Feven] Let me bring more, spit more, kick more shit I'ma hit more, stick more than Clark on Dick I'm a bit more sharper than Bronco whips You talkin' this, don't underspeed the Miss that's killin' this Down here on the ground - ? (repeat 6X) Slow Grind FrenchBobby? Bonsoir, tu es là? Enfin, je t'attendais toute la soirée Viens pres de moi, contre moi Embrasse moi, caresse moi Je sais que tu as envie de moi Je sais que, on pourrait etre proches Bobby Digital, tu es merveilleux J'ai envie de toi, tout de suite, maintenant Plus pret encore, encore dans l'oreille, encore pret du corps On pourrait parler toute la soirée Si tu as envie de moi Si tu as seulement une petite envie Comme j'ai envie de toi S'il te plait, encore contre toi Bobby Cousins(Doc Gineco) Moi j'doute parfois j'ai envie d'pêcher Regarde nous, essayes donc d'écouter Lis seul, avoir du goût, dans l'rap en français Ca f 'ra kiffer les cains-ri et ça tu l'sais Ca m'donne le fou-rire, mais y a pire Etudier pour l'entreprise, qu'elle prenne tout ... ma matiére grise Chez Virgin Rue, y a qu'des innocents J'suis l'messager, j'aime pas l'argent J'ai l'sens de l'humour....noir J'fais d'la médecine, et j'suis médecin Un protecteur ... à l'écriture ... libre Avec du fric, c'est la fin du générique La radio, me dit l'heure qu'il est.. Et ce rappeur me dit le temps qu'il fait... (Cilvaringz) Yo, all you analog Manchu Dirty Rotten shits Pointin' Fingers at my high-frequency relationships We Fam son, Wu-Tang International Lacerate the analog, fabricate that Digital Track, mingles with my tiger mental on the beast Slice a physical with the RZA lotus leaf Allah savagely impoint, evaporatin' Shieks My crane slash tarantula, conquerin' the East You must be flippin' To come across the force of the razor whippin's I be swingin' at you chickenheads You're fuckin' with my Cousins, Doc Gyne' We're all Cousins, Doc, Cil and Bob Digi (Doc Gineco) Révéler une star, pour faire du bénéf Je suis faible et j'suis à gauche Je suis le chef, le proprio Que vive les femmes par ma chair et mes os Délit non-intentionnel... Quand j'te cause, elles sont pas en cause Tous les pensants seraient choqués Ma bouche... ne saurait se taire J'aime trop les femmes en solitaire J'ai une identité nouvelle pour toutes les femelles {*3X*} Ouais...remet..remet...remet....please (RZA) Yo, one taste of the applehead, shorty wop wants to marry it The weight on my mind, the average woman couldn't carry it Bob Digi-tech in mix-matched shoes and gold specs Gravitation pull to the opposite sex Most dynamic superb universal black woman Ain't nothin' in the universe like a black woman With love and treasure deeper than any gold nugget Drug kid, make you go across a nigga head like Razor Ruddock Attackin' y'all, my pressure be backin' y'all against the wall Have it rainin' Ninja Starz and rubbin' alcohol And razor blades, watch your life fade away You get decay, yo.. BOODOODOODOO One came for the money, one came for the pussy One came to be a star, one came to play hookey One came to catch a vic, one came to stick shit Enlightened Statues (Interlude)[instrumental for 40 seconds] [RZA] Let's say you say look at someone old like statues See Buddha, you see laughing Buddha, you see the crying Buddha You see a sleeping Buddha, you see the tall Buddha You see the Buddha... you see the female Buddha You see all these different, variations These are all different kind of personalities Or different kind of ways that they have reached the light You can laugh yourself into the light You got the drunken Buddha, I mean the drunk monk Y'knahmean? That's why you can drink yourself into enlightenment But the side effects of whatever you doin, y'knahmean? Is gonna determine how long you're gonna enjoy your enlightenment Beat You Down[Chorus: RZA] I'mma beat you down, to the ground I'mma beat you down, fool I'mma beat you down, to the ground I'mma beat you down, dude I'mma put my foot on yo ass I'mma break you down, fool I'mma beat your face with this bat I'mma beat you down, boy I'll beat you down, to the ground I'll beat you down, yo I'll beat you down, to the ground I'll beat you down, fool [Reverend William Burke] Yo, dark hallways, dead bodies, it's always Rats and the O'Jays, songs from the old days The Chi got a lotta bitter freeze and cold days Hardly ever went to school, had a lot of snow days Roll wraps on slow days, and it didn't take long Before I figured out, these hoes pays My uncle put me on, stuck, in his old ways Leaving suckers shook, stuck, in them old graves Ya'll know the repertoire, I got the peddle to the metal Like a rebel, and I know just where the weapons are Ghetto superstar, pushing a super car A.M.G., C.L.K., C-Allah Limousines, DVD's, TV's, bar S.U.V.'s, O.G.'s who travel far Black on black, double R, we hustle, pa Stumble hard, bubble double on the boulevard [Chorus] [Young Dirty Bastard] Freestyle king, top I'm going soar I'm polishing off with a blood damn saw Feed it to your tongue, you ain't hungry no more Keep stabbing ya, until your jaw's ripped out No mouth piece, nigga, your teeth is knocked out I'mma keep swinging, I'mma keep swinging I'mma keep dinging, I'mma keep stinging, ahhh Jumping on the walls, spider never falls Lighters in the air, writing on walls I'mma beat you down, like you stole something from me Cousing Sha might put something in your tummy!!! [Chorus] Take sword pt. ii"Take the sword" "The sword?" "Come on, give me the sword" "Huh?" "Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win" "My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques" "Pick up the sword!" Yo, aiyo, chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab shit Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers And leather Old Testament copies, I'll probably Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn My click fucking sick, nigga, learn, baby, learn I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne They bite ya dick off, after swallowing your sperm And slice ya fucking throat while you lay there in sperm They related to the judge, to the case, to the germ You chumps are in trouble, boy, I said tongue pays double, boy I"m trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy I put your head in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles Frickles and fragles, nigga, get too fragile Pump the fuck up, my brain, is on Scrabble Aiyo, back for this annual conference, confronted on You wack MC's, it's duck season, the hunt is on What B9 squeezing and game is locked, a run upon Thinking that you were the shit, nah, that's once upon I doubt my run while you sit, I bust my gun from the hip Why even make you a song, and when you ain't worth a skit My niggas kill for the sum, and the'll be cursed for the flick Probably til midnight until, scheeming on pussy to split And then we back like crack, nigga, take a swig of that Twist a twenty sack of black, figure, oh he a good kid Such a nice smile he had, oh one more state Then I whip it on that, slip slipping in the grass Sip sipping on the glass, now I'm dipping down the ave "Take the sword" "The sword?" "Come on, give me the sword" "Huh?" "Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win" "My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques" The Lonely Shepherd 2004[Intro: RZA] Yo, I wanna dedicate this song to O-Ren Ishii We gonna bring it like this, down, yo One-two, it's called the Ode to O-Ren Ishii, aiyo [RZA] This is an ode to O-Ren Ishii Half Chinese/half Japane-see, half American Oh what a specie, a feminine perfection She had the sinister cat eyes, with the freckles on her complexion Chief of the Yakuza, but she's wicked like Medusa And she had Crazy 88 killers, *chka-ka* that'll slice right through ya Quick to chop your head off, then wipe the blood off A long range sniper shot she bust, never let a dud off You got a minute to pray and a second to die You see the devil reflectin' inside of her eye But since she was a little girl, she never would cry She seen so much pain and tragedy, I'll explain to you why She grew up on the military base, where she had to face Her mother, and her father being sadly erased The blood drop from her tear drops, on her face, you seen the smear spots She silently watched, as the shogun sliced through her dear pops Through his thick skull, now she's vicious like a pitbull And when it comes to hatred, and revenge?? *SSSS-SSS* Ahh, man, she got a shit full O-Ren Ishii, half Chinese/half Japane-see, half American Oh what a specie... Cottonmouth.., revenge is a thesis She been bustin' off kneecaps, since the age of eleven But fuckin' the enemy to death, that was her favorite weapon And the debt you paid in hell, can't be paid in heaven You better get on your knees, and started praying to the reverend Bon appetit, boy, revenge is so sweet Especially on a cold dish, she has no wish But to cut your day short, like the winter solstice And a chance to receive mercy from her, was hopeless O-Ren Ishii, half Chinese/half Japane-see Half American, muaww, and oh, what a species Samurai ShowdownGet your gun Yo yo, it's a samurai showdown, samurai showdown Aight, DZA, how dare you challenge me? You will die from the tip of my sword today The trenches, we must remain calm Right, prepare to die Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, yo, hailin' from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw Talon twirl and one swirl of the fatal sword splits your Island Wu killa bees stingers back on the swarm again The alarm again, six direction weapon deflection Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets Steel fragments bein' chipped off a singing sword slash With the force of big crash in your dash board with no airbag He drove a ninety nine Jaguar quick to pick a lock Lick a shot, respect the bloods and crips a lot Plus the God from ride saggin' in his seat Blastin' wu beats tryin' to plot his next hit He took a drag of the eight elements that composed Atmospheric gas, 'bout to let off his sword And full blast kept his mind focused, meditation position half lotus Abbot's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus deluxe strok Son move like a ghost, struck in an instance Unnoticed like a lamp post, radar sharp precision gunfire Explode till his clips unload, it's a samurai code Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Time for everyone to go accord Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Time for everybody to go accord Crept in silent, the steel wind, chrome silencers screwed on tight Kept the gunshots just sealed in, we attack, full fledge With Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads swing With the force of a sledge, single-edge stainless steel blade Chopped the wedge, slit this analog derelicts head Who even thought that he could go against the truth and the Gods And fall back from the will of Allah, you'll be facin' the firing squad Of a thousand archers out to mark ya The bill top scully king blocks bullest like jelly beans Birds in my nest restin up on the telly scene Murderous rap track to me, is ego felony can't accept? What you analog cats be tellin' me, I get the verbal weapon Won't hesitate for one second to break your back Like big jack from tekken Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords The North Sea[RZA and Diaz conversating on a boat] [RZA] Yeh, this some good motherfuckin weed man, fo real Niggas got me out here on the Norwegian sea Yo Diaz, I'm sayin what, we gone see a whale fo real? [Diaz] Of course, of course [RZA] We gone do, let me see that motherfucker [Diaz] When we get that motherfucker, kill 'em [RZA] KILL 'em [Diaz] We gone eat that shit [RZA] Oh, ya'all niggas eat whales? [Diaz] Hell yeah [RZA] Nah nah, I can't, I can't kill no whales Oh man, I heard thet were here before us man What the fuck is that right there comin close and shit Oh we gone se Moby Dick [Diaz] Finn fram harpunen'a. (Find the harpoon) [RZA] Hey damn, hey yo, nigga, one right there OH SHIT, OH OH, HOLD ON NIGGA HOLD ON, HOLD ON (The beat starts) [Diaz] D-I-A-Z And the R-Z-A Yo yo yo yo I'ma turn my aim up, cause I spit overseas now My head's supplece now, got a new rease now I've been local, but my rep's gonna increase now Prevent that, find ya self in a tight squeeze now I really feel, we all need some hip-hop police now It's all about C's now, too many MC's now Please now listen, I'm takin somebodys place Fuck who that be, ya'all cats can't hold it like me Though I'm not from no famous, borough or state I've spent years in this shit, more than eight I'm more than great, I cross more borders than weight I serve you 24/7, ya'all can order this shit late And choose the language too, just go ahead You want norwegian or the spanish row instead Toma, para los que pueren entender (Spanish) Til de som str og ler, vi fr bent dem ner (norwegian) (=For those who are standin there laughin, we bend them down) Nei(=no), I can't compare, ya'all shit this hot Ya'll can't flow like Diaz, or make peace like RZA [Chorus][RZA] Ta ra ratta Ta ra ra ratta Yo, yo We like to get, get high Chase ????, chop Ski, feel the breeze Y'all can't fuck with this cat from the northeren sea [Diaz] Heard ya'all Mc's talk alot, let's get back to this I dont know if ya know this, but ya facts are twist Up and coming motherfuckers just act as if What they need to learn about is what practice is Ya'all should get a teacher, who you lack is Chris It be funny to see how you react to this I'm like that +Activist+, I run up with bombs While screamin 'fuck rap', with C-4 in both palms I keep spittin after I blew off both arms RZA came through, I'm used to flow over tarms Beef that is, I'm tryin to reach these kids Go head to head with these labels, beat their bids Do whatever it taes, I never shit slide Bout to switch on they ass like Jekyll to Hyde Nobody takes me for a ride, put it to side That's not an option, time for me to go outside Hard to knock loose, cool with that much pride God's my witness, I dont got too much to hide That wasent the truth, Virgin Mary would I cry? Peeped it with closed gates and I've would've fried [Chorus] We like to get, get high Smoke, smoke, lah, lah Trees, and feel the breeze Y'all can't fuck with this cat from the northeren sea I might, get my, my big, big G-A-T And start the squeeze, 16 shots at you crab MC'z Nigga, we can get high, high Chase ????, chop Ski, feel the breeze Y'all can't fuck with this cat from the northeren sea I might get, get my, my big And squeeze 16 at you ????? rappers wanna touch my team Nigga, we smoke, smoke lah, lah Can, can get, get high Ski, feel the breeze Y'all can't fuck with this cat from the northeren sea {*airplane takes off*} Wu-World Order (Version 1)[Chorus x4: La the Darkaman & Wu-Tang Clan] Wu World Order [Verse 1: La the Darkman] Yo; Niggas is feeble, I'm calm but violent like Ben Siegel I’m anti-evil, plus I touch a desert eagle My life's illegal, slave man princess' is equal The devil’s lethal, he killed a hundred million people I'm Darkman, Iceman, La, Wu-Tang Clan Trapacanty, sensei, ¿comprendé? My marine corps, straight from the Trojan war Black-capped crusader, trapped off, flame thrower Stuck a chain store when I was dirt poor for my reward Next week the Germans have me on a bulletin board I beat that case, they couldn't identify my face I'm triple darkness, silence or I'll have you erased Me and my Wu pirates start riots with Osiris Math, I apply it, kill you, but I'm quiet Respect the Abbott, it's Love Allah Shine like a superstar, sting with the cobra claw, what? [Chorus x8: La the Darkaman & Wu-Tang Clan] Wu World Order [Verse 2: RZA] Yo; I enter through the chamber of your ear In a high-pitched silent tone only a dog could hear And impregnate you, with the wisdom of the Wu Then your subconscious dreams come constantly true Have you in such deep thought Your pulse and blood pressure's so low You diagnosed as corpse Having outer body experience, Clan no interference Everything with physical form, lose appearance We become one with the formulas, now you feel the strongest Escape, trample lies, you live for the longest Live a thousand years in a day Without opening your mouth you say Everything you wanted to say Attract to the call of the earth, I stay grounded The sun in the center of this, I’m surrounded My planets in midst, I spins, the windchill But my light melts your snowflake from ninety-three mil’ All who have the ear, let 'em here as we reveal ’Cause one ear of corn can produce a cornfield And one cornfield can produce the corn mill The bread from the body of Christ, on this field With the truth of life inside your bone marrow You could make your physical as large as your shadow Whether space or cyborg, optic is fiber Become a pawn, multimedia subscriber And hibernate, the Wu tape in your mental state Let it meditate, sit back and await The orders, for this you don't need no tape recorder So let's prepare for the Wu World Order [Chorus x8: La the Darkaman & Wu-Tang Clan] Wu World Order [Outro: RZA] We coming soon and we striking at your borders Skrilla[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard, RZA] When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar [Ol' Dirty Bastard] When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar Own family will kill ya, damn it be a skrilla Box of bullets in flavors, like Mike & Ike Friday night, I'm in the bed, with a bitch and a dyke Ol' Dirty, 7:30, got the thirty-thirty Caught a mouscope, ain't aimin' at no birdie My name plate, travel through the interstate Glock in the stash box, my drop top ventilate Permanent A.C., use to boost at Macy's Smoke out Mr. Spacely, and still Dick Tracy I blind dunk a base, make ya chest inflate I'm at the herb gate, watch my money bake Disrespect me, where I lay my head, my hammer spray My cybertech nylon suit, reflect gamma ray When I speak, ears open to the size of cymbal Make you tremble, watch what the fuck my gun do [Chorus] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] A moment to pray, a second to die Take your hard ride with the bulletproof high Nigga, check ya logic, Ol' Dirty's out the closet I return you niggas for a five percent deposit Beer belly, I chuckle like Kris Kringle Put four grams of cocaine, crushed up in the single Everyday is Saturday, everyday my gats play When shit get bad, I'm looking for a badder way Ol' Dirt McGirt, in concert the bomb burst To set it off, shoot him in the arm, first Let him off? Nah, kidnap his mom, first Told you, when things get worst, nigga, things get worst Cats be saddling, when the gats splattering Ol' Dirt, caught one through the lower abdomen Straight through the back, like the javelin Word, son, it had to been, still here, battling [Chorus 2X] Cruisin[Instrumental] Taking Heads Off[Verse 1] Right or wrong, weak or strong, I ask who all can come Take place and face number one If you thinking that I'm lip syncing You're mistaken, become awaken As I make and break, but take my time To rhyme, and infiltrate your mind When it's allowed, I push through the crowd Bag a girl, then walk out proud Some surround me, others crown me And girls with water, they try to drown me But they not, plus, I'm a good swimmer And a born winner The most known, who don't postpone And strip M.C.'s of crown and throne Have 'em blown away by a cyclone On the microphone Yea, the mic, it makes me that type I max, relax, plus get hype Won't twitch, or switch, but yet I will Walk the block, like a cop whose out to kill Enemies, in my own territory So watch out for me But could you ever get far from Rakeem Allah? Heck, nah, baby pa Uh-uh... no way Jose Don't play, because I'm out to slay Any M.C. who gets in my way But today, M.C.'s is D-Day That means doomed, so build a tomb And wait for the boom [Interlude] I'm taking heads off I'm taking heads off I'm taking heads off So protect ya neck, kid... I'm taking heads off... [Verse 2] Now have you ever, ever, ever, ever, heard a style this clever No, you never, never, never, never, never, never I got my act together I'm the iller, dealer, blood spiller, the graveyard filler Who bless the microphone like no other Better known as a live brother I chop those, who try to smoke me Took they heads off and used them as trophies It might seem that I'm down right mean, or a killing machine But lyrical broad, and thoughts I be installing Have you thinking the sky is falling Beat smart and start departing Know now snakes can enter my garden I-I-I-I-I don't play that jack, so-so, step back mack 'Cause I react like a rhyming bomber Flow like a knight, in shining armor Ducks, who wanna beat Rakeem Pinch yourself and wake from the dream I'm too strong, I can't be penetrated You'll be eliminated, on the battlefield, I pity no man Chop so many heads, you might think I'm Conan But I consider myself to be iller I'm more like Jack, the giant killer So quit it, instead of thinking That you can win, 'cause you dead and stinking You're too soft, so break north You just loss... I'm taking heads off [Outro] I'm taking heads off... yo, I'm taking heads off... Rakeem Allah... is taking heads off... Know what I'm saying? So yo.. just protect ya neck Know what I'm saying? I'm in full effect coming with a sharp sword That's my vocals chords, 'cause Rakeem is the lord So applaud, if you can afford, and keep ya tapes on record Yeah... and if I may say... I wanna give a shout out to all the Gods Funky president Melquan and Shabazz, Unique Ason Know what I'm saying? The Genius of Rap, Shallah Raekwon My man Shaquan, my brother Divine, King Shabazz King Sun and Shaboo, Queen Nefertiti in the place to be My man Jerry G. and grime is in full effect Can't forget the Posse of the REC, known as the D.M.D With the God U-G, and my name muthafuckin' Super Doopa Party Looper, Hoopa Hoopa, O.G Know what I'm saying? And whoever else I forgot, forget 'em Et cetera, et cetera, no one could be better Know what I'm saying? We got the names in the game and the fame Where like Each B., and Doug Love and Butter and all those others Brothers, and so forth, and wiz and the wisdoms is on my shit.. Biochemical Equation (Choco G-Dubs remix)[Verse 1: RZA] Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust With wild imaginings that you can't discuss Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace It's a daily conflict between man and beast We strive for God and a better tomorrow Still suffering from the unforgettable sorrow Repent from thy sins, son and walk ye straight Stop talking all that trash boy and talk ye straight Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point Still, I wouldn't give an oint' Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch Off the pie or every try to try your wench Confronted by the devil himself and stay strong You think you can take the King now meet Kong Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no counting How many MCs have sprung from our fountain Fifty thousand year process to make this combination I'm not giving mine away to Satan Although I know that he's awaiting To get a hold of my biochemical equation I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination 99 elements, biochemical manifestation I'm not giving mines away to Satan Although, I know that he's awaiting I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son [Verse 2: MF Doom] Bet ahk, straight to the head with the pet rock At least til I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweat box Trade a few bars of head nodding, throw us a stack Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin bonus pack Invest in the first B-boy kid show Live off skid row with jive talking negros He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he? Is he in the backyard or on your front porch Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched You're soft, they say he rhyme like he starving And sold odds and bodkins to old gods and goblins Golly, I'm just a pest and your worst best friend Who mend and rip space-time fabric like polyester blend Not a hobby for no knobby-kneed lesser men Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen [Verse 3: RZA] Yo, yo, drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moet demi' Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi' Israeli issued automatic black pistol The cop with the flashlight chew gum as he whistle Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast License, registration addressed to your lab They made insurance, the reason why I pulled you over Cuz the way you were swerving, sir, you can't be sober Have you been drinking? Breathe into the breathalyzer Get out the car, please, follow this exercise, sir Put one finger on your nose, now from heel to toe Walk in a straight line, ten paces, down the road My homeboy Kano, used to do the mashed potato Or cartwheels and then spin out like a tornado They used to chase him, right; but son, he would always shake em Then come and puff bowls and make beats inside my basement Drunk or sober, never lose your composure Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers If you can't understand, then come closer We civilized the uncivilized like we supposed to Drunk or sober, never lose your composure Mic in your hand, black man stand as a soldier Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers If you can't understand, then come closer The W[Hook: woman] We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall [RZA] Double barrel shotgun, pop son I told nigga, just not run I saw him on 205th in Fordham This dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him I blown ya, you need a blood donor My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia Laundry mat hoes, who bought clothes? I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's) I got hoes, in codes, in different areas Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin' I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman Play the face, but like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin' Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction? [Shacronz] Come on, let's cut the crap, money I've been gettin' this rap money Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money Act funny, ya'll make me laugh (haha) Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass These lazy ass, lazy -- fuck you! Pay me cash My crazy path will motor me into a Mercedes class [Chorus: Shacronz] We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we fall My Glock, my fall, those shots through your bedroom door From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers We pop, we brawl, get money til the way we fall [Freemurda] All ya'll can see is the back of my jersey Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey Off to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey Shame on a nigga, take it back to Dirty Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty Seconds, got the world's greatest reckon And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest record This Division, all the ladies respect it Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still Til they look like they came out of George Foreman grill Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them crills Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill' Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills [Chorus] [Hook 2X] Seul Face A LuiYeah, yeah Dans l'monde Comme aux premires rencontres On finira seul au poste de lui Qui a pour contre The maker, the owner The creator of the planet Earth And the father of civilization The god of the Universe Dans l'monde Comme aux premires rencontres On finira seul au poste de lui Qui a pour contre Allah is the one Never gonna find Another like that nowhere Seul au poste de lui Word J'sais qui va are'tentir avant d'repentir lors do dernier round Un sac de croix sur l'dos j'affronte Ces foudres prt en dcoudre Tout blanc vtu, moi le sale noir, l'esprit nue Seul sur le ring sous le sol spacial, entends la cloche fatale Quand les anges ont la dale, see'est mieux qu'un blanc qui sale Ca fait un bail que j'danse avec l'espoir Faut que j'sorte do btail o j'traine ma vie animale Outre les raisons, seul dans les choix et actions Et trop de souvenirs en tte, est-je pris les bonnes dcisions? See'est dans la pulsion souvent qu'jai choisi la friction Mais bon Franchement ya des cons sur Terre qui mritent sanction Et tout ce que j'aurais pu dire et faire, ouais je sais j'espre Veinement qu'les impairs why'a que moi qui va devoir les payer Et j'ai bien essayer, tu peux me rayer d'ta liste si a t'plais Et si tu laisses en fait les mmes parfaits Ton peuple il va faire les jets Ni l'moins bon, ni l'meilleur vcu cent l'heure La peur sur le front Le coeur qui fait front comme mon pre le fit L'Nez coll l'envie, j'ai fais ce qui fallait J'te le dis en face, see'tait ca ou m'affol On peut pas toute sa vie cavaler au campement Rmy dsol, je suis see'que j'ai fais Et si see'est pas see'qui fallait Seigneur fallait pas m'provoquer Hey hey, seul face lui Dans la vie la mort, on s'donne Pas de fausses tonnes Tout s'chelonne pour finir quand l'heure sonne La grce reste le prt, see'est pas le souci dans la zone Je sais d'o vienne mes chromosomes Devant la question ternelle d'lhomme Qui nous sommes? Dis leur qu'on est le peuple d'celui qui a croqu la pomme On finira par un dcompte Au del d'l'univers et ca le monde le sait L o la vie est cadenasse, Pre On sera seul face lui You can't escape fate Allah be the maker Bow down to your creator Tout seul face lui Put your wicked heart on the scale You melt like a snow flake in hell Seul face lui Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide No disgiue, no alibis and no lies Tout seul face lui You realize every breath you took It came from the most High Ma premire clope, j'lai fum en traitre D'une traite, dans une punbre J'ai mme pas aim, quelle merde Pourquoi j'lai fais? je l'ignore Faut qu'ca serve comme tre clbre Putain, tu crois pas que see'tait mieux tre bon lve? Avec une crve deux ans dans les dortoirs Premier coeur j'crvre Histoire comme les autres, brve Debout dans les piqus de grve Cette poque ma mre vit ses rves Le syndicat est puissant et la une des prves Et aprs quoi? Ils se sont tous taills comme des lches Se sont couvert de la misre dans les flashs Maman are'viens sur Terre Ici merde see'est chacun sa ganache Excuses moi pour ma scolarit l'arrache Accroches mon coeur dans l'cadre Et mon are'gard svre s'vade Comme Jules se tire dans le back dans monade et srade La vie see'est grave me laisse indiffrent, maintenant cest grave Dans un arbre prosse l'ail nos initiales s'gravent Mes amours, see'est ma main que j'tends Attrapez la sans dire non, on perd dj trop d'temps On joue tous les mmes scnes, les mmes peines Restez fort quand les difficults d'te voir caller Crie ou implore See'est comme un implant qui tient l'bon chemin de haut Alors que rien se tient, seul l'instein pousse nos limites Excuse, why'en a pas mal qui imite Chacun son sort, chacun ses rites Chacun sa cause, fuck les antismites Je dois rien personne part au Seigneur Et see'qu'il emporte, faut l'grer Chaque cellule grise part pas Mais pour tre jug dans c'monde Pourtant j'rve de libert dans c'monde Ceux qui dirigent, see'est la minorit Les femmes qui aiment faire ce spcial Pour les deux pour, crient trop L-bas why'aura pas d'blancs ni d'negros You know? [Unverified] On se trouvera seul face lui The lie shatter No computer data Only truth matter Tout seul face lui Every step you take Every breath you take Every move you make Seul face lui You can't escape fate Allah be the maker Bow down to your creator Tout seul face l'unique Tout seul you IAM IAM Who put the sun in the sky? Who causes the birds to fly? Who put the light in the eyes? Who's the answer to why? Every step you take, every breath you take Every move you make, the most High create No computer data, the lie shatter, only truth matter I use the verbal gun of Allah to shoot at ya I self lord and master of I-slam Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah and IAM, IAM, IAM, IAM, IAM Afro Samurai Theme (second Movement)INSTRUMENTAL U Used 2 Be[RZA] Ayo, from the Temples of Tibet, to the pyramids of Kimet The genelect intellect, it connects every root of civilization We symbolize nations and pitimize the creation Designed to wire station, peep the wise architecht What's up son, I told ya'll, Protect Ya Neck That was back in Born Three, born understanding, and my shit is expanding Aiyo worldwide exclusive We got the Zig-Zag-Zig-Allah, puzzled like a jigsaw My man J-Love, comin' down from the heavens above About to splash ya muthafuckas with a phat ass mixtape You can't escape, it's like a date rape I might bust that grape, with the apple head, if your legs get spread If your ears open to the size of a cymbal Yo, check it out, I got buckwild rhymin' style Most niggas that cannot resamble But you use to be, a bad muthafucka, but can't fuck with me And you, you used to be, a dope M.C And you, used to be, a pretty ass bitch And you, used to be a live ass player And you, used to be, on some ol' buckwild shit But you fell victim to the devil, to the C-Cypher Punks and all that shit And you just walking around with your muthafuckin' head in cloud nine and shit It's the Birth of a Prince! Aim for the nigga born like me, ever since Two thousand B.C., be happy when ya'll see me I'm the G to the O, to the O, to the digga-digga-digga D Phat ass... Bazooka Fight Inst. 1Instrumental The Samples (Intro)[Instrumental] Slow Grind AfricanNana pa, nana hwɛ Mo nyinaa, ɔkyena, ɛnnɛ Bobby Digital, medɔ wo paa Yɛfrɛ me Adwoa, wo yɛ Nana Yɛn wo yɛ ba, yɛn tena ha Yɛ busuanfwɔ omɔ be hwehwɛ yɛ Nana ba, nana yɛ Mo nyinaa, mon hwɛ, ɛnnɛ Na ɔkyena obi nsɛ Nanasei Ohemaa mea Mon hwehwɛ yɛ ne yiɛ Ɔkyena yɛnkɔso deɛbi da [?] deɛbi da Nana pa, nana yɛ Ɔkyena yɛn hwɛ wo busuanfwɔ Me bronyafwɔ, e bibifwɔ, e nipafwɔ Mon hwɛ, yɛ ne yiɛ Nana pa, nana yɛ Bobby Digital medɔ so Bobby Digital yɛnkɔso Bobby Digital medɔ wo paa Yɛn gyina [?] Which Way Is Up[Verse 1: RZA] There once was a boy by the name of Michael He was the type of brother who did like to Rob and steel [?] Even kill just to get a meal But he didn't eat reddened me Instead he filled his head with getting hot treats 15 years old, strong young blood Who didn't say no when it came to drugs The panic never taught him, it only bored him Then one day, his father caught him Thus, he was thrown out of his home A young black youth, out on his own From many shelters, he was kicked Now he lives like a derelict In the gutter, I say the brother is stuck Acting depressed now which was is up [Hook] Which way is up? Anybody tell me? Which was is up? [Verse 2: RZA] Now Mary, Mary on the contrary She was a girl who was extraordinary Everyday she went to the library Hanging out was secondary Stacked in the back, her look was dope Reputation clean like a bar of soap 17, a virgin queen Church going girl if you know what I mean? But her best friend Lynne was full of sin Been having sex since the age of 10 Influenced Mary within a year [?] expensive gear to wear And earrings to put into her ear Married soon, forgot all about [?] Increased her speed chug and weave But instead she loves to smoke weed Her reputation is now filthy Neighborhood hooker, feeling rather guilty Weed smoking a blunt scratching a blunt Asking the question, which way is up? [Hook] Which way is up? Yo yo yo Which was is up? Ay ay, which way is up? Fast Shadow (Version 1)[Intro: Method Man] You could just come over top of that shit Did I hear it? Nigga and bang your head, punk! Ha, and it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop [Verse 1: Method Man] It all starts with the pad and pen Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session? Once again on the run be the Black Stallion Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion, hmmm Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun I'mma get you none, accept challenge, uh Run a mile with a racist, they iced it, I aced it Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone Danger zone, that's my life and my song Keep it movin', hop along little doggies [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Uh, fuck that! Drive The Mack Cadillac Dark shade the window all sunny and black Pitch antenna back of the car Inside is a TV, even a bar Bulletproof down, safe and sound Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all around Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise Ha-ha-ha [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] 36th Chamber 36th Chamber, ay, nah-nah Flying Birds[Instrumental] Ghost Dog Theme (w/ Dogs & EFX)[Instrumental] Dead Birds[Instrumental] RZA #7[Instrumental] Untitled #12 (Free Jazz)[Instrumental] Samurai Theme[Instrumental] Funky Theme[Instrumental] Gangsters Theme[Instrumental] Untitled #8[Instrumental] RZA’s Theme[Instrumental] Ghost Dog Theme[Instrumental] Slang Editorial[Intro: Sample + Cappadonna] Well now You always seemed so brave before What happened to you, eh?' You lousy bastards, you smashed our homes And you killed 28 of our family' Eh huh, huh, huh ha, ha, ha Thats how I be likin' my mic You gotta know how to adjust that shit [Verse 1: Cappadonna] I came to the fork in the road and went straight Right out the crack vial to the Golden Gate See the silver spoon in my mouth? It had cake My rap birth date, debut song was ice bait Read it like a novel, Donald Cappa Goines Striving, my duns need dollars and coins Whether in New York or Compton, Californs I come correct, twenty two outfits and a mic check One derby, Cappachino the Great Sitting at the table where the Gambinos ate Building, Wu-Tang Clan concentrate Bounce on a track, Donna crack it like a safe [Chorus: Cappadonna] My slang is editorial explicit material Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Killer Bees got the best stee [Verse 2: Cappadonna] I drip through the faucet, I never lost it Where the party at? Give me the mic and I'ma toss it Head crack, talk back, verbal attack Sidetrack, you get japped with my lyric impact Snap out of that, Cappadonna seven sauna Thirty three piranha, chaos like Gowanus Projects is rated X, I flex and terminate Sex MCs is wet, so I'm the right source to vex Indo mic buff, wheelie on the mic When both hands are cuffed Whoever tried to make you fall off, call your dog off Peace to everyday mutts living with rut [Chorus: Cappadonna] My slang is editorial explicit material Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Killa Beez got the best stee Killa Beez got it locked D, got it locked D True Mast on the key [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Dart specialist, new Cappadonna get treacherous I rock tracks like a necklace Poppy Wardrobe, singing like you never expected I'm on a mission, flipping, what? Wu-Tang Clan is the sword new addition Seek a recipe antidote poke G, ebony Sunz of Man and Killa Bee Can't fold under pressure Respect The Abbott, Wu Orchestra, what? Fancy talk magic, wise up Fly girls keep ya eyes up Track terrorist kiss Deep in the Hill, Jack battle with Jill Talk boss featuring words that kill [Chorus: Cappadonna] My slang is editorial explicit material Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna reality Set the black people free Work hard WTC My slang is editorial explicit material Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna reality Set the black people free Killa Beez got the best stee [Verse 4: Cappadonna] Donna journalistic, writing wizard Protect my soul when the Devil tried to get it Seen my goal and stuck with it Ever since a kid, early in a bid, doing things you never did All up in a staircase a scareface was looking Wallet got tooken, free from the work release, Donna kept bookin Brooklyn bound with the sound, hop the turnstiles Fifty cents to kick it, oh, it's so wicked Wu-Tang is Wu York, hell up in the pyramid Tabernacles catch fire within the Apple Tabernacles catch fire within the Apple [Chorus: Cappadonna] My slang is editorial explicit material Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Set the black people free [Outro: Kung-Fu movie sample] - Uh huh, huh. What about that girl? - Let’s have a bit of fun then eh - Right - Hold it - What, you want a piece of this too? - We’re professionals. We’ve killed a lot of people as a means of getting money. But this time we’ve killed for a small dowry almost nothing. We killed this young fellow almost for fun. He was hardly a man even. Just a young kid and now then you want to rape a girl? - We do what we want here killing or raping, rightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Milk the Cow[Verse 1: Cappadonna] Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW One culture, return of the track slasher Double doser, Cappadonna broadcaster Strivin for perfection, the only way I got My life back was through investin, devotion Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary Comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies I gotta fight y'all MC's, this money Be gettin me high just like cheese in these tracks I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good So I keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle Then I speak out, because we all need the guidance Deep down inside us where you could define science My mother told me, when I was so stressed out "All you gotta do is just put your best out" And I did it, milky Milk this cow (2X) Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! [Chorus: Method Man] Hold your own nigga, Razor Sharp with the art Don't gettin blown nigga, throwin darts at the charts Danger Zone nigga, Cappadonna You know the stee' potnah, Wu-Tang death before dishonor - what? [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Yo, new Cappadonna is about to exhale kid Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail Cappadonna raise hell, speak and I broke the shells Seen brothers that fell when I slipped I had my alibi tight that night, up in the Hill chillin Y'all'll get shot, move away things are too hot Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance I flow persistence, every time I step up, I rip reps up Ku Klux, my words swing around like numchucks This ain't for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit It feeds my seeds, I can barely breathe But y'all cats better believe keep off, the darts are soft While I throw these missiles, at your skin tissue You can't escape I absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard Watch out for shitty fraud, my darts slam like doors Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish [Interlude: Cappadonna] (x2) Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! [Chorus] [Interlude] [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] Bad birds that fuck nerds! *inhaling* Hah! *inhaling* Suck a dick up til ya hiccup motherfuckers! The swarm continues, Wu-Tang Killer Beez Cappadonna Cappucino, the Donna-mite Came to treat your earpiece right Y'all better recognize and realize Hot Nixon, playin my position, bitch! *gunfight*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ’97 Mentality[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo! It's the burial ground sound, Dunn! It's real out here Staten Island puttin chills in y'all niggas Forever in it.. yo [Verse 1: Cappadonna] My devastating hot '97 mentality Keep me on point for my four-digit salary Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie I'm soon to be seen on the TV screen Gambino Cappaccino to the Afro Sheen Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze Doing damage to the wannabe Flip Mode and Def Squad Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers Not word of mouth, or song, real wigs might peel Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage Twenty-four diamond government named God Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin lard Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground Realizin food for thought is self-compromising Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a four-wheel Instead of catchin bodies, niggas not keepin it real I dirt bomb niggas that steal cake from stores That's my type of niggas I be wanting on my tours Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin Defy interactive project Children of the Corn Gats on my man keep em bustin till ya gone Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn Donna come through everyday my uniform Changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches Crackhead niggas get stitches So what up with that kid, danger when I attack, kid Watch how the slang hits you just like a bat, kid Form another pyramid, look how we slid All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic On a twenty dollar bill all in it together You can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean? [Hook x4: Ghostface Killah] To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-U the C-Cipher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitutionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Run[Intro: Sample] "'Where you going? Aren't you scared we'll get you?' 'Look for me all you want—you're not gonna find me though.'" [Verse 1] Crack backs heavy on the cash all night At the drug site we hung tight Three o'clock in the night ounces of blow dirty kicks Money gets low in the street yo Tough times nickles that's bigger than dimes You know the flavor Roughneck city; ain't nuttin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty New York be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine Summertime in the courthouse, aw shit it wasn't mine Two to four, three to nine, Benetton'd it what We all ran, fuck grams, you outta luck Young bucks carrying gats, stay strapped for what We all safe from the po-lig, nobody bust FREEZE! We in the breeze with the blunts Nobody drop the trees or they fronts Meet up on the roof, look off the front, play low Watch out for po'-po', that's how it go, three in the whip We not that legit though, run for the gusto Peep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin' the logo Run if you ever got somethin' on you son You best to run, be off the set Jet, bounce from the projects, season of the vick Weed in your piss and parole gots ta have it Slide like a rabbit move quick this is it Hang jump from the fire escape, I made it Drop the clip fingerprints all on it Aw fuck those bullets, I'm losin my pants I advance my speed, succeed in my travel Dance on 'em, in a fucked up whip Make my heart skip, caught up in the drug traffic I absconded, surrounded by the outfit 120th tried to knock my whole clique Run! These black boys that take none Don't cop out to shit, take the three to six And you add that shit—run! If you ever pack a nice sized gun—run! If you sell drugs till your done—run! Be the fuck out! Word to God, run hard [Verse 2] Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked In the dark heads scramble at the six-ooh Spies lookin at you one two oh lookin too How you roll what you stole let me see you go nah fuck you If you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you Coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew We gather in the plaza to jerk through 360 with the crime wave, modern day slave Reversal on appeal, it's not real, plant that As a matter of fact we crackin down, us against Brown Run fast like you ran track Never look back push the Ac' on the sidewalk Crash, toss the heat and tear ass Zig zag 'til you reach your stash—run! If you sell drugs till your done—run! Be the fuck out! Word to God, run hard Me and the God back to back one eight-five with the four-five Survive that shit, you took case, even though I remember your face Even though we seen you rollin near Bowling and Greene kid This cream'll get you robbed, knocked if you don't run Don't grab my jacket dunn, get the fuck off, break North or go to jail Word life is trife, on the block it's too hot You got my man shot, nigga—run! We whylin on Staten Island, it's one thing bein in the bing And not smilin on the gate, it's too late Fate held you over, Jakes runnin for snakes The white rover with the plates burn down Gee street Comin from outta state, see me in the driver's seat Coolin without the ID, it's not me That belongs to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E—run! If you sell drugs till they done—run! If you ever pack a nice-sized gun—run! If you wanna still have fun—run! Be the fuck out! Word to God, run hard... motherfucker [Outro] Run, motherfucker, runEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pillage[Intro: Sample] [Verse 1: Killa Bamz] Red dog ebonies, half Gotti and Lebanese You see me posted, lifted like my tape to text Poverty projects son, and I ain't scared to talk Newport, five percent of New York, spray darts Where you walk, cocoahead peers, throwin Shaolin spears Floatin through the Village, trapped in, designed to shine Pillage, war between the thug and the con As for the father reborn, castle in the mind Mind blind and captive, warfare be interactive Bamz is savage hard to substitute Smoke the hydro root, in a casual suit I'm tryin to walk these dogs but I'mma dog myself Get my wealth for delf, hard rock crews is so-low Stagnate, thoughts of payin dues Gotta prop the holes in my shoes, bare foot style Is Shaolin Isle, spend Valentine in the cooler Get the CREAM dula, figures and dollars Stuck I make a thug holla, swarmin the bees who rock the Walla Po-Po lookin for collars, peep the whole scene Make it happen, Shaolin, dart clappin Prepared for this war we assassins, but now I'mma chill For a minute, smoke bones of hydronetic and get pathetic Sources is similar to Voltron when we swarm Rock my red cape like Spawn Shaolin breathin in a hailstorm, teachers of Allah Know it's best to quote the topics Shaolin trees from prophets, representin Shaolin We gonna die for this, so don't you never fail Like crews who soul miss, temple doors open And your death wish, peepin analyst Bamz who got the mad new shit [Verse 2: Cappadonna] The pillage, the pillage, the pillage Oceanwide, Donna on the outside Cyanide, killa bee hive, homicide His side is gone, it's on, my uniform is Uno Acapella was take two, respect due No commercial I teach though, I reach those Higher heights, mic to death, words of wisdom Words of a architect strike, hype is the crowd Down low is me, Bamz sugar free Check we radical dub, nightclub punish the club Attack hate running with love, better grub Dick 'em down easy, past sound, pass out Pass it around, grew up in The Tunnel Tracks against Wu rap debut, top article Spin it again, sign of the time rhyme Top of the line, bottom of the Pyramids Stretched in the alphabet, wet dust Moet, poet threat Evil cassette wreck shows, rip any set Direct approach coach a emcee, toast a emcee Don't provoke me, toast to me W-T-C Fade is still bushy, spot the best pussy Keep my gears flashin, ready for the action Fatal rap attraction, mic that rock the cradle Razor Sharp label, ferryboat Park Hill Gallo and the Sable Martin Luther King Islam Rodney King Two to four work release time in the bing Big guns lawyers dirty cops naked in the box Puerto Ricans, Africans, one Ox Bowl of rice Trump, poor people Plus meat that tastes lethal, we all not treated equal The bible, the thirty-six tribal Trials and tribulations, survival Drugs as my retardation, masturbation False identification, one nation Blood, mud, water, togetherness Terrorist, peace to all thug, Hennesey in the jug Box cutter under the rug, that'll cut your whole mug You bugged, kid, fuck offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Oh-Donna[Intro: Cappadonna] Tell Mel Shawn to come in Word, yo, one life to live It's on your head Just like my daughters That's my word! Polka dot Connection Shine just apostle [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, my whole body like a spoiler kid, draped in the latest hits Both hands, two glass cutters, cops'll alter this Cream of Wheat steez pushed back, we in a spaceship Like the Jetsons, ashtray slide refreshments Automatic bubble yo, straight off the Benz Dac double Daniel unrockable fam milk the same yo Fuck you, Duel of the Iron, Tony win a Oscar Legendary rah, wicked Phantom of the Opera Blow fish the movie's over, die with a slow kiss Tongue kiss the neck and it's, mucus from a locust Stand on fly, Mel-a-chi is on standby The Y chromosome with the X that multiplies, yo [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Word on the block It’s the African Killer Bees Rap's under siege, Guyanese guns I got European funds, my ice don't melt Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod and my staff I pray like this, I break mics in half, shit realism Fuck Moet and baguettes, that get paid off Or get laid off, I spray New York I'm an angel, at war with the rappers Good black women sleep over at Cappa's I fall into it, Mr. September Rock my long FUBU shirt in the winter I respect my kind, plus pack a nine Daytime outfit superb outlet Staten Isle in effect, y'all in the manor If you can feel Don down it Atlanta I'm a poet, my work is never done Law of Park Hill, my mic is stage one Fifty-five tribes, in Psalms 30 Caution, sometimes my thoughts get dirty Something precise, hold back the pressure My unit too nice, you only got one life To live, think twice (Think twice think twice twice twice twice) [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, a-yo; we swindle, make moves, PJ out the window Flamingo, Santa Domingo, let's Kringle Bruce Wayne digging graveyard rocks and swinging Multimillions, rap pavilion stay G'in [Hook: Cappadonna] This year, we throw darts in the air To let y'all know this shit is severe Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na, Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] Dove nice Mary Jane bitches Bud Light Co-production I spoke to Christ, shoes were light Statueheads all up in my lab like mad Empty bags are lying in the yard, welfare Dead weight yo, cables that clamp around the neck Sucrets fast Corvettes, Tecs on my rest Sabotage, rap motor large, Mickey caught a charge Credit card scam, when he couldn't rock the Wu skull Fuck yeah, televise the shit on Fox Big Ghost'll grab the jim and unfasten your box' You're allergic to the fungus on Earth, Killer Bee Headquarters is work, Khadafi body in his turf Yo, shame on, all y'all niggas on some Baywatch shit Sounding like me, sucking my dick Pretty Tone, long live the great Cappadon, Cappadon.. [Verse 5: Cappadonna] .. as I get it on I'ma take time to wait for y'all niggas to stop It ain't enough room for y'all cats to sound chop In a class by myself I hold the foundation Face to face, I make my affiliation Short and brief, I make out with the loose-leaf In the struggle, ten years after the beef I choose to come forth then pronounce my sin If it's not the felonies or the color of my skin I'ma keep switching my gear, again and again From the training camp I drive past V.I.N It be Wu-Wear for life, my team is top billing More sacrifices, create better living My darts came to save the world like Blue Ribbon Protect seeds, and protect black women Raised in the Pillage right now we just drifting Ferry boat niggas make a whole lot of difference Drama, if you slacking up in the business Godly from the Group Home always got biscuits [Hook: Cappadonna] Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na [Outro] A killer should not be known, he must be discrete - understand?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Black Boy[Intro: Cappadonna] Ahh... the outdoors, the fresh outdoors Word up, it's a beautiful day Bout to go poli' right now that's my word Aiyyo [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Aiyyo call me a cab it's the Razor Sharp kid Dipped everyday my style is po-lit' I'm out to the Mansion I gots to catch Ghost I'm headed to the club tonight, we need toast For that wack ass MC, talking all the shit I know we can't wait just to get his wig split It's war with the Gods this year, represent The bitch-ass niggas keep trying to repent But we still licking off, we wild like 2 Cent Park Hill Projects, say it with your lungs Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive We gotta fuck something up Dead or alive y'all coming with us We live on the other side of the chart Where your mother met Poppa Wu [Chorus: Tekitha] Black boy, in the ghetto streets Black boy, no more suffering Black boy, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy [Verse 2: Cappadonna] After the tour I came back for more Coming correctly, just like before Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate In the rec room regulating with Osirus Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts Minds on lease like expensive imports Elevate the seed, no lust or greed Living life long time may continue to breed Never getting caught up inside the agencies For ten long years, but I paid my fee Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C Back me down these streets are still ill From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill Pack with the beef cause niggas won't chill Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill I'm taking this shit way back to Bill Bill In the projects where my man got killed [Chorus: Tekitha] Black boy, in the ghetto streets Black boy, no more suffering Black boy, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Donna Camay, rocking with y'all all night Used to be a little stressed now I'm getting it right Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man When the world go around these things start to happen Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitching Bloods accumulating, we getting impatient Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understanding That's how I'm planning, blow up like a cannon Pull my man in, hit y'all again Now I make sense, we do this for the rent Build with intelligence break your defense No hesitation, time gets spent Some fall victim, others get bent Some recognize, real niggas represent I can't never stop til my heart is content Putting in the work til I feel confidant Blast out darts in the Wu basement [Chorus: Tekitha] (x2) Black boy, in the ghetto streets Black boy, no more suffering Black boy, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy [Outro: kung-fu movie sample] Hahahahahahahaha Don't you know the underworld? There's no friendship party here No meeting You can come, but you can't leave Move! Let no one live.. *sounds of fighting*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Supa Ninjaz(repeating in background: "rock, the body body -- rock the body body" [U-God] Dino the dart specialist Knahmean? Golden Arms, yo Meth-Tical, John John do your thing thing What? Check it [Verse 1: U-God] The all eye seein, heavenly divine The truth brings out, the temper in my spine A Hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me I feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh) A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy Back the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off the Remi A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?) Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin The razor faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavement For mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin savior America the grave for gun wavers (what?) The wave runners, what the blood seed again Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm) The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes [Verse 2: Method Man] Hmm, I spy, with my crooked eye Full metal street soldiers, born to die Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's Hammertime Niggas can't be touched here, the true and livin Night vision unseen, like Gene When I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison In the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin To my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted By tracks that be True Mastered, opposites attract Beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself Til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt Like hot beans-and-butter nigga, I got the belt What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett Just a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alien About to put that shit up in em, I Can't Live Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin T2 Judgment day comin, nobody's safe When I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase When the coppers give chase, I give em finger The only hip-hop singer, to tell America To kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can save ya From this major misbehavior, heavy hands Layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill [Verse 3: Cappadonna] I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate Set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state Double take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate Army tank, high rank, got the bank Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New York To Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day To cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ's To BJ's in the PJ's, equality days With money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform Shit like gangs in Now Born, check for new Don Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the realest We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born ("Rock, the body body - rock the body body") - repeat til fadeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dart Throwing[Raekwon the Chef] Let's get it on Kokomo John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird Yeah Another Persian legacy [Method] The Iron Lung [Raekwon the Chef] Yo yeah, yeah, yo, yo Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aéropostale Sword rockin halibut steak we choppin Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater My nigga drop lost a stripe like adidas Shit is deep, the bridge still burnin The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in The Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden [Method Man] I dig my life experiences, wrap it up In twelve inches, keepin my defenses Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches In the ghetto servin life sentence Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat In Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin Once again plot thicken, and you succumb To the will of the slum bite your tongue Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one Guilty by association, stank bitch Wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass Let them players flash, and trick on they cash On your funky ass I only buy shit that last A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through The pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty In a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti Head heavy, with deadly medleys [Cappadonna] I opened up my rap Bible, then the light came Over the children, as it began to rain I started buildin, spoke many times before But didn't score, my reading was poor Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish And approach all hominyms, shit in your brain Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holy Or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff Rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what? Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real Peace out bro [Method Man] Tical Eyes as diamonds, time again Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen Give it to em raw, give it to em raw Down to the fuckin floor, up to the roof with the proof Meth-Tical mad, god damn! Hahahaha, right MotherfuckersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Splish Splash[Verse] I know a lot of brothers that think that they can flow But when I come through, it's like everybody's slow One kid told me he used to be a pro Until he bump heads with new Cappachino You might of seen my face in the old school arena Dipped like a fresh kid sipping on Pina I'm a felony, y'all cats a misdemeanor Eyeballing, all on my dick like Gina Smiling, you're not really ready for the Whylin' Came up strong but you scared of Staten Island All on my chest, oh the big fat medallion What you don't really want this here rut Rhyme prostitute, rhyme slut Battle wit dancehall king, you get struck by the lightning I tear mics up, y'all need to quit The name of this rhyme is I splashed the shit Some of y'all sing like never before I sleep all day while y'all trying to score Then I wake up like ALIEN³ Coming at y'all niggas that stole the rhymes from me Bitch, this is how the poor got rich Lay on the track then insert the hit Nine months later, the rap world is pregnant Wu babies blow kid, beware the segment Rumor has it, Donna darts create magic Nobody in my team have it You've seen my face on a $20 dollar bill Then you hear my voice on an Iron Man reel It's all tragic, rule not the bull shit-atrics Your rap is swine, mines is like catfish Birthday rap style, come on make a wishEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Super Model[Intro: Ghostface Killah & (Cappadonna)] Uh-huh We back up in this piece, yo Yo, Donna Snatch these birds for a second They rabbits (Groupies!) Straight up nothing but rabbits Word up, birds are free (uh) Word, it's like yo, whisper! [Hook: Cappadonna] She a super model, 33-33 throttle Love the way her body shaped, shaped like a bottle Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro CC leaving marks on your tee-tees [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Love you in your Nikes The sweet sea breeze Make me fall to my knees If it's possible can I get a set of keys I swallow your tasty's BBC's they come in all varieties Hire me, hire CC I'm a liar But gimme, gimme My middle leg get you skimmy Take this shit like a shot of Remy Bend over let me introduce you to Rover Until it's over, now you sober Put your leg back on my shoulder I'm a scrub like you And plus one piece of ass'll just can never do My new 75 wives's coming through One female that live near the Bronx zoo Had to be home no later than 2 And the 2 twins with the hour curfew The light-skinned females one's you call Boo THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU! [Hook: Ghostface Killah] She a super model, 33-33 throttle Love the way her body shaped, shaped like a bottle Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro Starsky leaving marks on your tee-tees [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Chocolate milk you look good in your silk Put your body on tilt take me for 2 G's Even though we not married I make love to you You can call me Larry Call me anything, don't trap me with the ring I'm a one night fling on the road trying to sing Yeah you a queen but C-Donna ain't your king My dress code switch it make you wanna swing A little episode I would have done it before but now you look old Sex on the first night that's how I roll Fronting on a crust being assed in the cold Try to play live what? Lady on a stroll Rack my Versace but can't pay the toll All Cappuchino women y'all got to go The love that I feel for women is untold Sweet or sour ladies if you got babies If you wanted to hit a nigga off in the eighties Jump in the Mercedes girl it's all true THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU! [Hook: Ghostface Killah] She a super model, 33-33 throttle Love the way her body shaped, shaped like a bottle Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro Starsky leaving marks on your tee-tees [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Knew a girl named Cindy, her sister named Don They used to come around with Shallah Raekwon A couple of years before the Wu was even on They love the way I dress captivated by my charm If you see me in the cut I'm just steadily calm It's a regular females be under my arm Ever since I got paid to start dropping the bombs I could take two women my nickname is long Crushing is involved I'm doing the James Bond Grant you a fantasy then I be gone That's under the hat the way I made you come back From the shoes to the hat All of my shit match I'm like a book of matches I'm always on strike, I'm double-jointed I can do it how you like Come to Keisha house yeah it's only right We can get together for a glass of ice And if the kids here something we can tell em it's a fight I love my 2 seeds more than my own life It's hard to escape punani appetite I see a pretty face I start falling in lust No matter what baby girl I just can't get enough Because THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU! [Hook: Ghostface Killah] She a super model, 33-33 throttle Love the way her body shaped, shaped like a bottle Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro Starsky leaving marks on your tee-tees [Outro: Ghostface Killah & (Cappadonna)] (Save it till tomorrow CC leave a mark on your tee-tees) I love grupies Leave a mark on your snoopies (Groupies!) Come here rabbits (Put you in your iceberg snoopies) Take a bite of this carrot Uh-huh, wordEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blood on Blood WarYo, break that dutch down [First Verse: Cappadonna] You and your man, y'all fucked up for real Now we got to show y'all niggas the deal I sling raps, like cracks on the street Attack, riot, rise above Smash y'all, trash y'all, show y'all love Thoughts are bright like a lightbulb Ice cold raps, you stroll Lease a finance, one chance, be my CD entity Your energy is too low to bite my slug You get drug behind bars and death is stoled on Your code too simple, you best to hold on Meet number three slang auxilary, and slang therapy Based upon a true story, throw darts Cut markers, straight duplicators, it's the terminator, Wu Killa Bee Understanding, old special ed with the plate in my head Bad bread, spare life, KKK on the mike, power like thing of state What, play with the pussy and fuck Stuck with the poles forever, what Wu-Tang Forever, never sleep Lyrics that kill, murder one voice Chill or get dropped, your weak team ain't appropriate to no lessons Adolescence, rhyme war, encore, surrender to my rap, I'm stuck on the map Like I told you before winter war, in these days of hardcore Smoke never stop clearing, stop cheering, you making me hot Acid rain, a capell, wet you And upset you, get you death threat, on cassette, it's the project Reject, with the mic check Set to be the son that set the place off Face off, my darts is loving you, cyanide made your piss smell like flouride Heavy stride, see it from the outside, archive five, smoke blunts hard [Chorus: Killa Bamz] Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence We live for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war Uncut raw we live for [Second Verse: Cappadonna] All I need, is ten big bags of weed Twenty-four acres of land so I could breathe Money like Dusty, Prize like Leon, throw darts at you if the heat's ever on Split you with the .45 caliber rap Beat y'all down with shit that sound fat Call 911, you still can't score You and your dulla ain't prepared for the war Yeah, you got heat but we got C4 Plus we got buildings that's watching your door Hunchback, Chi-kids, Brother Jihad VGL, FMF, the Bam Squad Terrorize y'all from every direction Call up Hot 97 for protection Cappadonna, from the Wu-Tang Clan Spotted last night in the all black van Coming down the block with guns out the windows Licking shots off every time a wind blow My class come first, I'm first to represent Killa Bees linger in the air like incense Instant action, speed of a satellite, insight Sight snakes from afar Ajar, one side of a 2 faced bar Project star, CD hackers Supreme rapper, with the baseball cap I attack fatal on the track [Chorus: Killa Bamz] Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence That we live for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war Uncut raw we live for Yeah *6 gunshots, then the dropping of shells in the background*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wu-South[Intro: Rush] Yeah... Street Flavor.. yeah.. you know? Yo, Cap, it's Rush... murder one, no love Call a nigga from North Carolina That's what it is, New York City... Bolo, what up? Cack-lack... [Rush] I'll break a nigga back, when I'm holding the mack Me and Cap bridging the gap, on one track The S.I.N.Y. and the Cack-lack I crack a nigga open like I'm drinking six packs It's on and popping in the bottom Stop a nigga in the mud if he got a problem It's dirty out here, walk around with so much ice I need a slay, Wayne Gretzky and they call me when it sudden death I feel like Rocky when he ran a hundred steps That ain't beef, that's pocket meat on your chest, boy I move keys like I'm on the keyboard Big Rush on the Triton, I got the license To pay a sniper when I'm writing On this microphone, I'm Mike Tyson How Street Fighter niggas call me M. Bison I stay high in my blood pressure, the slug'll dead ya Pack burners that'll give niggas the war, it's real [Cappadonna] Nickel plated tech with the shiny pearl handle Red infer' beam on the so-called vandal Original legits, still cool like Summer Sam You got a three hundred watt, with a low key light candle Burning up the jam, oh, Donna can't cook You and the dummy hit the head, Oh Donna had you hooked On the snub nose, because I never dug those Part time crime, bust me from behind Niggas that play sometime, most of the time With the nine, big dummy bullets are blind So to arm me and protect, you gotta move correct And play humble, as you prepare for the rumble Then glide like a snake, and let off like the bumble Two bigger trigger, I figure I got a lotta One tough, hit the fucked up by Don Dada I'm my all black self, with the 90 shot clip Waiting patiently for my posse to flip So I can wet something love-love, push come to shove-shove Might have to wet a nigga up with the snub bug Thirty eight pistol, handle rough like Crisco Cousin Cappa, shatter competition like crystal [Lil' Milz] If, life's a hustle, I grind it out So I can cop the big face, watch, diamoned out Eyes chinky in the Bentley, pulling up in the drive way Like Sinatra, nigga, I did it my way Repping East side, with guns on each side Last nigga tried, you know that he died Who real round here, blue steel round here Little ears on the block, get ya peeled round here I'm the man with the rock, giving feels round here If you want it, I can get that, hit you with a big pack Don't bring my shit back, six in your knick knacks Don't mean no harm, but I'm shooting with big gats This and a flip jack'll make your ass flip back [Jarmen] Yeah, fuck that, uh-huh, walk with me I'm good with thousand grams, and a well in the will While you polly in the hood, I'm on Federal Hill Moving and shaking, underground, using Jamaicans Moving these cakes in Montego, shoot up, ya naked Get on and beat it, charge money, son, it's large money Rubberband wrapped under the hard wood floor, money And I ain't gonna spend a red cent I'm just sitting on bread, try'nna get this red shit I live for them dead presidents, ever since there was facts, high paids I was try'nna get paid, nigga, I left 10th grade, for the american dream Hitting hoods hard with that heroine lean You only dream about my way of life, day or night I'mma get it, just as long as we poor, fuck the law [Outro: Jarmen] Yeah, uh-huh, Street Flavor, word up Yeah, nigga, uh-huh, give it up or get slumped, nigga That's how we coming through... Fifty one, thirty six, Bel Air Road, nigga Street Flavor...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Everything Is Everything[Verse 1: Cappadonna] All in the club like what? Rugged dressed up Hair messed up, gold on my neck Don't sweat y'all show respect Poppa on the set Death threat, I come a long stretch you can bet Love is love, for real for real Feel what you feel Park Hill 1-0-3-0-4 Rock caps til you can't take no more, it's war Prepare for darts, martial arts Let me shine keep me and mine, Son of Song Took too long, back throwin darts, without remorse Dart holocaust, slang boss Remain top hip-hop, drop you to your knees for these Big CDs, you heard it through the grapevine Killa Beez [Chorus x2: Rhyme Recca] Everything is everything, reality I keep my mind on everything, cause everything Ain't always everything, and everything That you see ain't reality, they just illusions [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Face to face I break bread every time In the world I hold mine, play it Now check it, see if you can comprehend These crossover rappers that lost they origin Run from the Wu this time it's more trouble I'm comin for the wreck so y'all could never bubble Never concerned about rabbits, after my carrots Cherryheads, and parrots Won't live in the barracks, we Don Ho Buckwild with the flow, how we do Timbo's and full boot, vocabulary pitfall Fuck all, more clothes than the mall Let's brawl Wu-Tang broke radio laws, the opposite of mines Is yours, from sea shores to bankrupt I conduct, erupt like Holyfield Third seal, third chamber's from the hood Branch out, and everytime you see Don I'm up to no good... motherfucker Splash that [Chorus x2: Rhyme Recca] Everything is everything, reality I keep my mind on everything, cause everything Ain't always everything, and everything That you see ain't reality, they just illusions [Verse 3: Cappadonna] I'm all alone, I feel trouble in the street City heats, ghetto beefs, trick or treat Call Chief, mad beef with MC's Entity, Killa Beez one machine Intervene, on scene self esteem We gleam at night, it seems like We too hype, hop y'all like checkers Projectors, we break laws, get yours We break jaws reunite, we upright It's alright, out of sight, out of mind It take time I develop, heads swell up Shut the hell up, add on, you been warned Mics get torn in half, I drop math Don't laugh, a bloodbath with this here Rap Shakespeare, beware, Donna-mite Brown skin with the satellite, I represent Buckwild and Streetlife like 2 Cent For real, for real Love is love, for real, for real *overlaps chorus* [Chorus x2: Rhyme Recca] Everything is everything, reality I keep my mind on everything, cause everything Ain't always everything, and everything That you see ain't reality, they just illusions [Kung-Fu movie sample] – The other killers, have already shown up. Now it'll be your turn, to die too – We're ready anytime!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Check for a Nigga[Intro] Park Hill, Staten Island, New York City Check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in Maryland, check for a nigga If you in Virginia, check for a nigga If you in Toronto, check for nigga Check for a nigga, check for a nigga [Verse 1] You see me Uptown, yo you see me Uptown last night With my new Nike's, satellite gold as hell I stroll well, I protect with the most Respected mic check, cassette full of life High technology, Gortek intellect Good for a million, one dart project Kid I nurse this rap shit, textbook monitor Merge just like traffic, dick deserve an encore One of a kind, Pro-Line hydro head Hold a verse like a Wisdom, smack tracks on her ass Quick competition, got you in a smash Diamond thoughts, bite down on your ear I fear none, Dolemite strike three time Award mic fuck crazy vagina Born first to rock fifty, S.I. New York City Slang Nitty, check for me badly Mandatory for me to keep fuckin y'all head up The one man news team fast like a photographer [Chorus] Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in D.C., check for a nigga If you in Virginia, check for a nigga If you in Ohio, check for a nigga If you in Toronto, check for a nigga, check for a nigga [Verse 2] Straight from the heritage, public announcers Ounces of darts, he fucked you over I stole ya heart, so just in case You forgot about the face, flash that camera At the all-time great, slight paranoid Fuck toys consistent, fluent slang pediment It's the magnificent, first album Hot tracks on the sipper, low flame deliver Defense like a Giant, it's the Son of Pslam giver Masterpiece in the making, Asian African Egyptian Jamaican Swordplay from the deep isolation, whattup cousin? Have a drink on the house, I blow mics out This man is on fire, fully developed Dance with the organizer, chance me Tap into my Wu pedigree, numba three chamber Second in the cut, it's the Black Lone Ranger Cat in the Hat, fresh clothes on the hanger The Last Man Standing with the vest and the banger Desperate to delegate, peep me on the Magnavox Channel Fox, telecommunicate Match money like socks, summertime style Thunderstorm, vocabulary anonymous Kid extra Caligula, poetry in particular [Chorus] Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in Virginia, check for a nigga If you in Manhattan, check for a nigga If you in D.C., check for a nigga If you in Georgia, check for a nigga Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga [Verse 3] Outfits forever; new Cappadonna, blue is my quaintness I'm a maintenance in this rap shit, politics Spit the graphic mix it up nice spent Twist me in the city, elegance walk My style Don Hard Juan, Passenger 57 In Jackson 10, A Soldier and a Gentleman Calm and hyper, deadly spokesperson Smooth like a tiger, inquiring minds Design arts and crafts, used to play the field On the rap, drafted the devil Bass and treble, worldwide baritone Judge wise on the throne, wild like sober lyrics Splash out my dome, uncontrollable Staten Island untold feel it across the globe I expand, Cappa the man, head low Eyes red like a Wu suit, do it right Sixty My stee' mary alley, follow my lead Not my language it's dangerous, pitbull fightin A war, hardcore C-4 with the words kid Better branches, turn your head twice One life, still gettin it right, then yo [Chorus] Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in Brooklyn check for a nigga If you in Manhattan check for a nigga If you in Queens, check for a nigga If you in the Bronx then check for a nigga Check for a nigga, check for a nigga [Outro] Check for a nigga If you in the Woods, check for a nigga Check for a nigga If you in the Garbage, check for a nigga Check for a niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy MCFBlack solidarity day, arrest sentence Looking at the moon he starts his coming soon High like my man cmon give me the fame His flame is so bright, open up your life Let me swim with your feelings I love yall to death get married to my song I prolong, nigga, my style is real strong Plus I stay dipped like the first day of school Blood pool kid with the low cut fade My darts is number one, playtime is over Black October, my debt still correct Revised and updated from the old temple Big Pens is Tai Chi Head crack shit my brains is Jet Lee Put away your weapons its Master MC One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me [Hook] Feet come first, sometimes not the head Some niggas eat, some dont get fed If you live by the sword you might die by the lead You get what you get if you thinking with your dick MCF mean your thinking with your head Money comes first this time I can't dead You get what you get if you thinking with your dick MCF mean your thinking with your head Warp in the projects watch out for Ted Hearse get your first, too late, no paramed Dark Park Hill day, cold and sour Its only Staten Island that represent the power God body we stand, unite, kid, right With the excellent beam of light, so stand still Hold your breath, the late homicide hill Before the big gates, everything was chill SHAOLIN, its like Hurricane Kim SUUU, you better beware, we comin in Original, yeah its the kid from back then To all the pussy niggas that be tryin to pretend MCF killa bees, son what, you gotta problem Deja vu, 45 slug that escalates Dont perpetrate, hip hop is mine Find something else, words is dealt, quarterly In a orderly fashion, thrashin, black mamma javelins Travellin, once again dun, try to comprehend Catch a split end [Hook] Im takin trips downtown, havin the shit go down Fresh niggas, fresh hats, sometimes I carry gats Low straps, baggy slacks, one forced the chain with the six gold caps I go for dolo, hear my LP style for solo Han Solo with his rap Star Wars goin on tours for the course Whirlwind, record spin, walk forward, explorin The lime livin, plus thank heads forgivin But sue the ones that dont, Cappa's goin gold Never sold my soul, twenty somethin years old Try for the globe, one time tastin the wine Teeth are dumb, deaf, and blind, have strength To go the whole length, for my two seeds, house these Tooth fairies, February sanctuaries, child support court Days are too short, Im completin all my goals, stay amped up Be alert, secure the foundation, seek more education That money can never worth, head first, feet first, whatever the case MCF means fuck off kid, you outta place [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy South of the Border[Intro: Cappadonna] RZArector in the shadow True Master in the shadow Golden Arms in the shadow 12 O'clock in the shadow [Verse 1: Cappadona] Crushed off the bag of dope, I felt pity My cold thoughts revolve around New York City Evidence are, in the tunnel where the train enter Be the gat from the old time, '86 crime Opposites attract, my electrical shine OK Polly see me downtown with 2 peacocks with Rollie Fingers We the Razor Sharp Wu-Tang singers, hum dingers Try to connect with pros Drug slingers keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows my rap shot's hot But suppose you get caught up in the mix A non fix of convicts, conflict the prejudice, unrealistic Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit 2 faced cliques be getting rubbed like Vicks Right off the dirty water, south of the border Reporters and Cotton ball heads paid they quarters To see the spectator perform, cameras are litting The return of the swarm, the night time storm Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist My chainsaw mouth split tracks for the fuck of it Travel wit the rich, politic Put your money on my dick Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy, Park Hill, Staten Island seal Rock the Reel to Reel, we high hills deep Creep, sweep beats off they feet Teach in the cracks of the street My family ain't complete unless the Abbot in the seat South of the border [Break: Cappadonna] Shaolin in the shadow Medina in the shadow The Emerald City in the shadow [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound Splash you, I'm still the best in town Striving for perfection wit my new rap investment My testament, my own apartment, on a confy pay rent More time is spent wise Chambers of the Orient franchise, we fat like thighs Too much French fries, not enough shake RZA blow orchestra earthquake No set date Me and Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake Industries bug out hit Madison Square house Roll the red rug out I'm loyal to the Clan, dedicated to the South South of the BorderEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pump Your Fist[Killa Bamz] Uhh, yeah, what, uhh, yeah Darts of armored warfare, Deep the rhyme Caprice Deep in levels, alibi havin rebel could play This competition for pounds in the state of permission Conversation bout this kid Killa Bamz You want defense, man to man, location Shaolin New York It ain't nuthin to talk or walk Get dark son, economic times to fault Style is mangohead stagnated from soft What the fuck you thought, we was given support? Live from Beatdown, Shaolin success, bypass the rest Move sixty deep, Dutch with the charm One hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs Holdin dart guns in palms One hundred divine cyphers, Killa Bamz I pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the fam Uhh, yeah, what Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit [Tekitha] Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade Tongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary weary Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop Time stop, holdin shop, shockwave be brave Ghetto came style is maim out to lunch Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too Grip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut ya Is the one to seek philosophy in crutches You disbelieve, in the T Truth Equal King Islam Truth Heard Alive, TEKITHA Bust the cypher on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Gods Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit [Cappadonna] Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the pen Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end Whatever I do, y'all imitate -- try to come close But can't come straight; I branch out Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats Bare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sons That'll rain on your gang, you're too plain My dope is uncut, high level high like a plane Bigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streets W-T-C, leaky leak Time meet, Chi meet, ain't nuttin sweet Pakistan, Iran clan is like Christ Word to Poltergeist, smash every tape Deep thoughter, out of order, off Seven thirty, bugged like psycho from the Bronx Wild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence Martin Eyes like lills, mescaline pills Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once again It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution Executive approachin, Tang a demonstration Pillage Incorporated, first place A thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses Cheat on producers, men go working Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n Internal lyrics, expose the profane Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Killa Killa Hill[Chorus: Cappadonna] God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Yo, we grew up in the grind, ya'll Now it's our time to shine ya'll, yo, we did our time ya'll Now we back to collect our check, give us our respect Debts gotta get paid off, a nigga hit the deck My Goon Squad coming correct, handcuffs, Jakes backin' us up We got it rough, on some guns bust Niggas hold dust, through it all, kept our head off Feds sped up, niggas in my hood read up We still gully, and my whole click dead up Clackin' them shots, right, my Goon Squad kick lead up [Chorus: Cappadonna] God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll [Verse 2: Raekwon] I'm from the Valley where the Goons stay, valors and S.K.'s Shoot up your saloon and lay Through a poverty side of my life, we came from All the big niggas eat meals, real niggas kept ones So much drugs in a box, gloves, couple Glocks Thugs that stay on blocks, wolves that lay on cops Dressin' like gangstas, I've been silkin' it before courvoisier and blunts with rocks We had to eat to live, cuz only real niggas protect Lively hood, and get Hollywood props I ran with arm specialist who loved to shoot, wrestle, spit Bang bitches, buy a little drizzle and box For all that we know, I analyze the rich steelo Milk the game, Suge Knight a few people Then made a lot of deposits, throughout the logic My mental came swift, that's the project [Chorus: Cappadonna] God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Aiyo, my team pressed up on the crime side Them devils tried to catch us all, guarding our blind side I cocked back the hammer, load up on my nine side Startin' a revolution, like my Goon Squad died, poverty strucken Right where the poor people reside, deep in the hood Young bloods stay flippin' them pies, lookin' for easy ways out My niggas try'nna survive, whippin' the gauge out Strugglin', against all odds, stompin' the rage out Duckin' down deep in them cars, whippin' the page out Niggas stay kickin' them bars, knockin' ya fade out Get ready for my Goon Squad stars, let the parade out [Chorus: Cappadonna] God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'llEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Young Hearts[Chorus: Blue Raspberry] You left me here, alone, with a shine All hope was gone I couldn't find y world alone How could I break my home Still I doubted you And still your strength enchanted me You was a father to my child and a man to me Now I'm so lost strong hearts, run free Run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Girlfriend, what you did was wrong Even though the love was strong, you moved on Never had faith in the Don, you was safe With the Don, and then you walked out A broken house, a broken heart Cry for my dart, we had a plan We was woman and man, the hourglass Held the sand, I held you like contraband But you didn't understand when the four devils Came inside of your life that night We argued and fight, you knew it wasn't right Fucked up our life, my thoughts come stronger Every ounce, it's not my fault That you wanted to bounce, now you telling me That you cleaned up your act, beep me every time But I never call back, that's how I felt When you was making me crack Me leave wifey for you?? [Break: Cappadonna] I'm crying I'm crying [Chorus: Blue Raspberry] You left me here, alone, with a shine All hope was gone I couldn't find y world alone How could I break my home Still I doubted you And still your strength enchanted me You was a father to my child and a man to me Now I'm so lost strong hearts, run free Run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shake Dat[Intro: Culture] When we come pass the grass and land in dirty water [Intro: Cappadonna (Jammie Sommers) (If y'all ain't wit) Yeah! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) VA, B-More, uh! Georgia, uh! Maryland (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yeah, New York, West Coast, East Coast (If y'all ain't wit us y'all) Uh! Uh-huh, yeah (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Come on, come on, yeah, uh! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yo These thoughts is fire hot like uh! Never souflan uh, uh (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yeah, uh, yeah, Hah! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yo [Cappadonna] These thoughts of fire, hot like sex Never fall off in the projects Original Don, rockin the world Catch in the palm, hold on to me Real rap shit, over here The Wu clap shit, fuck an MC It's all about me, raise the flag when I drop my G Mad love, give it to DC, all for the money, burn a sensee Chill with the hoes, and get lovely OTF, cases of bubbily Shake ya ass, don't trouble me We keep it real, Homocide Hill Off the meat rack, coke in the bill Gun talk, a ruffneck city Shake ya ass, show no pity Get the cash, fuck that kitty After that, it's time to get dough (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Gimme a track, I lace the flow I go to places y'all can't go Overseas, me doin the show Playa hate me but we got the Mo' Test me, that's a big no-no (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Uh! [Chorus 2X: Jammie Sommers] Fuck y'all niggas if y'all don't know If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go Wu-Tang, forever gettin dough All In Together, like at the show [Cappadonna] Love is still love, come on girl Give me a chance, I'll rock the world Shake ya ass, get on down (If y'all ain't wit us) We stay trippin, my part of town Sex on the beach, came with the piece (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) It's all good, you just like the beast Take ya time, ain't nothin wrong with the bump and grind Blunt in ya hand, dust on ya mind (If y'all ain't wit us) Enjoy ya cash, we all wanna shine Nine to five, not the part time (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Shake ya ass, baby don't quit Tight dress, yea you the shit Nice hair-do, heavy on the wrist Buck-head bounce just the twist Everybody do it, just like this (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) VA style, somethin you can't miss Wu-Tang, poppin the Cris' Down in B-More, ya name on the list Free for all, it ain't no pay Love for love, let's break day Everybody chill, it's time to play Shake that ass, shake it away Shake ya ass, I'll show you the way Uh! [Chorus 3X] [Cappadonna] Peace in the club, havin the fun Fuck all the hoes, not just one (Y'all got to go) Here with the dogs, we all want some Later for that, keep chasin the cat (Y'all got to go) Shake ya ass, bump in the back Live as a fam, don't smoke crack Summertime, don't know how to act (Y'all got to go) G-string, all up in ya rump (Never that!) Football style, brothers'll pump Pop that coochie, get in the front Ride that shit, do a little stunt Fuck these cats, is scared of the cunt (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Shave her ass, do it for a month FUBU city, nigga don't front Sweat to ya death, spark that blunt Whatever you do, never make war (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Wu-Tang niggas'll break that jaw Stay on the dancefloor, keep it real Shake it, break it, love the feel (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Sounds so good, it's sex appeal Cappachino put sex on the reel Shake it baby, you know the deal Uh! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) [Outro: Cappadonna (Jammie Sommers)] Yeah, uh! Yeah! You know the deal girl (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Uh! Give it to a nigga, uh! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Do it, uh! Come on girl You to nigga, uh! (Wu-Tang, if y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Uh-huh, yeah! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Chk-chk.. (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Uh.. {*laughs*} [Skit Outro: Cappadonna] This is only my sophmore project, man But I still feel like a freshman You know, so I got anger I'm comin in, I'm comin in like one of the new jacks Just comin in Elmira, wit the D-suit on and whatever All wrinkled up, niggas throwin piss down From the eight galleries or whatever You know, but that's me right there So what, I'm just comin to representEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Do You Remember?[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo, Ohh man, Yo Yo you remember when your girl used to like me and you Ahh man, It's all good though cause like yo Man, You my best friend my dude You know what I'm talking about, We been doing this for years Here you can hold my gazelles yo, Word [Cappadonna] Yo, Do you remember when we used to make zip guns, Shooting em Playing skelly plus balls, We be routing em Hop Scotch, High-waters, Pops gave us quarters Rock candy, Miss Terry with the cute daughters Spin the bottle, Catch kiss and get a little bit I remember when we used to carry little sticks Mad ribbons in they hair, We kept little chicks Block parties, Roller skating up and down the block Red Alert, Bambaataa, Plus Dr. Rock Gucci frames, No lenses with the big box Reebok's in every color with the slout socks Dyed hair, Lotto sneakers plus polka dots I remember when we never heard of crack spots Best friends, Little straws on the bike rims Tight Lee's, Bell bottoms with the stripe blends Halloween, Thanksgiving, Plus Christmas Now brothers acting like they never even heard of this [Hook 1: Cappadonna] Do you remember, Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer When we used to play shoot em up, Shoot em up Bang-Bang, Bang-Bang Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer [Cappadonna] Do you remember when we used to eat beans and franks And Momma Love used to get on us to say our thanks Or when we used to play tag, Hiding under the couch Trying to get in rec parties, They was kicking us out And how about when we used to play hookie from school And somebody else parents beat us, And mega junk food Do you remember Kangol hats were stuffed with plastic And bowl cuts we had were shaped like a basket We used to be at the center squeezing a chicks butt And everybody that was corny we called em a duck Sometimes we beat box and we bang on tables Graffetti was everywhere, Plus the fat gold cables [Hook 2: Cappadonna] Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer When we used to play shoot em up, Shoot em up Bang-Bang, Shoot em up Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer [Outro: Cappadonna] Yeah, Yo, You know what was real funny man Why all the time we used to have like holes in our knees On our pants, On our jeans We always kept holes right there for some strange reason And remember when we used to have the sneakers They used to like, Go out in the back And sometimes the sock be ripped in the back And sometimes in the front too And then the sneaker used to wear down...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Don’t Turn Around[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo, I wanna dedicate this song right here To everybody that feel like giving up Thought it was too rough for you or whatever There's no turning around, there's no looking back Chase your dreams, do what you gotta do I got your back [Cappadonna] Picture me turning around, cuz I'm already set In the game, and I'm holding it down I went from, rags to riches, riches to rags From Baltimore to Staten Island, slums, driving in cabs Never gave up on my dreams as a young teen, serving the fiends On my block with my Puma's and jeans Been many places in the world, used to be out in Queens Me and my China, AB, my doola since rock A couple years before Biggie and Pac I remember stashing cracks in my little shoebox Now I'm back on the grind, claiming a spot On tour with Ghostface, I love it alot Me and my whole team hungry still stuck in the grot Rather be out in the streets than being stuck in the box What up, I just here linger with my two foots up I don't have to play the six, now, I be in the cut I be lamping like a lamp post, you loving my touch Crack smiles at the hoodrats, they cracking they Dutch And it's music I for soul, that's why I'm never gonna give it up [Interlude: Q-Dini] That's right, you can't afford to give it up, cuz Don't turn around, ain't no looking back, you know This is the better life movement right here, you know Ain't nothing back there for us, we gotta learn From the things we did in our past, gotta push forward, you heard? [Cappadonna] There just ain't no turning around, no matter what happen Gotta push forward, knew my vision was clear ever since I first saw it Used to carry a stacks, but now I can't afford it It get real in my life, that's why I camcord it Sometimes I'm down on my luck, but I always fought it Constantly moving, I'mma keep climbing up the ladder Locking the evil out until my pockets get fatter Helping momma love, cuz you know that's how I do it And when my babies call, man, you know I jump to it And ain't no looking back, don't forget in past sentence Stay focused, maybe I can push another Benz Up on the radio, get a little more spins I keep writing cuz I'm feeling like I got the wins If I ain't home, probably next door at Trina Kim's Thinking about investing time into our future Still carry the torch and sing a song for Luther And through the process, I'mma steady, keep love my neighbor And give thanks, Jesus Christ, be my lord and savior [Interlude: Cappadonna] Uh-huh, yo, this one right here is for everybody That thought they couldn't make it Want to give up on their dreams, yeah Don't even worry about it, yo, it's gon' get better Just don't look back, man [Cappadonna] Yo, it's no more turning around, Popa Al told me Keep on holding the crown, I got my two feet Posted on solid ground, I know my daughter look nice in an African gown And for my seeds, yo, believe me, I'mma keep it popping I told ya'll before, quit can never be my option This one's for Bill Cosby Jr. and my man Cochran That's why I'm putting my heart, into another doctrine And still giving my best, that's why I'm steady rocking Loving my people, while I'm thinkin' bout Christmas shopping Throwing darts cuz we try'nna keep these albums dropping I ain't selling no crack and I ain't picking cotton Get a nine to five, what? Man, you think I'm stopping? I'm going hard for my people, gone not forgotten [Outro: Cappadonna (Q-Dini)] Yo, Dini? (What up) Yo, remember you used to be chasing them cars, man In the streets (I'm saying them days is over for me, daddy) I hear that (remember them days, when you used to come through To cut through the building, with the get ya on your side With the fucking...) Mask on... yeah, son Them days is behind me, I'm saved now (So I guess it's safe to say, we gon' move forward with this) Until them future songs, with a new psalm (Trying to Cappatilize) Off of everything we doingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bread of LifeIntro: Cappadonna This is the bread of life man The bread of life Cus I'm gonna feed all of y'all I'm gonna feed all of y'all with intelligent lifespans man I'm gonna give y'all vocubulary veggies Word up and make y'all understand that Now is the time to come amongst this nation And end all devilishment 2nd Intro: Cappadonna You don't really want god in your life You don't really want god in your life Hook: Cappadonna The bread of life Drop jewels and take flight In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight X3 Verse 1: Neonek Pour my wars out basins My gates is filled with live grazes Live and die for the king Escaping hells faces Forces with chariots armed Dark horses God will make God ????? and face loses Seven months to bury the dead The lord said Make a feast for the birds and bees to eat flesh Shouldn't turn the man you are Consume you in your darkness Bloodbaths sealed with fire the lords wrath Man fainted Now they see the glory God painted Heavens army made a statement on your anti-Christ arrangement Swinging the sword against God And every mountain Unleash a vile plague on all you heathens who be doubting Lined up Split you in half and grind up I lined up split you in half and grind up Enemies are the most high dined hired up When your times up The lord made his mind up Everlasting torment for all you snakes who played foremen Verse 2: Cappadonna I got pains in my stomach I just need to eat I can't take it no more it's like life in the street Got my hands shaking Stressed out for cess This rap is like coke My mother can't rest Times is hard GATS in the projects Niggas got jealous since my LP Made life better Now y'all hate me Putting my life down for G-O-D I rock this Only love can top this Laced in clean spirits Now I'm spotless Pulling out nots Now I make hits Throw jewels at you Reap the benefits Laid back love eat my tuna fish Like that y'all My God'll slap y'all Devils in the place Angels'll trap y'all Hook: Cappadonna The bread of life Drop jewels and take flight In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight X3 Verse 3: Killah Priest As the full moon follow my passage Enter my tomb now strike the matches Light up the room Open my caskets Theres my Mummy Covered in maggotts Say the words bring me back like Lazarus Came to pass like the old lady who read my tarrots My GAT spit Still I shed the tears of a saint My hearts passion Painting pictures that's mad graphic After my words are said My paper burns up in ashes All my thugs surround me like Christ at the last supper Cold winds beat upon the window shutters We break bread 8 Fed's came in and bust us They rush us They took me I screamed to my dog The Sun Of Man must suffer They kill me Another one will rise from the gutter motherfuckers Hook: Cappadonna The bread of life(You don't really want God in your life) Drop jewels and take flight In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight X2 Verse 4: Cappadonna We always in the struggle Making those Wu-Banga's We hang like hangers It's the essence of hip-hop Live in the present Write rhymes or Hasson'll never test this Eighties fundamental God is essential Rents due plus the greatest lesson is don't owe Pray with the flow and cruise through the avenue Blacked down like some of the Jews do Guns kill so do a missle All praise due May the father be with you A child need milk These needles are specially built to open your mind Now is the time oh Lord place your hands upon us It's the meat by selling bricks To building cocaine weak People don't speak where it's rats and 'roaches Cats and dogs Cops roll like Bozz Hogg In the jungle Where every black man is Tarzan We are gathered here today In the name of this rap We coming in peace So nobody have to get clapped Hook: Cappadonna The bread of life Drop jewels and take flight In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight X7 Outro: Cappadonna You don't really want God in your life The bread of life You don't really want God in your lifeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy If It’s Alright With You(feat. U-God) Yeah ninety six Park Hill style Burial ground sound in it forever Dunn Politic Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino Here we come right through your eardrum Dunn Cherry head catch feel the draft of the aks You catch one trying to pretend you could win Headlock show the block kid counterattack Don of mine stay connect 4th Disciple trife Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever Chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down Only two loyal, dustin that find you there for You wanted to enter thirty-six in the soil My technique is speak have you knocked out weak Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle niggas can't stop Runnin wild like a child till we reach the top Stapleton, New Bright, and West Brighton the harbor Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up Cap the imperial, bring out new material You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head Wu is in town, catch the hand-off Prepare for my dancehall standoff Mercy when I come blow your mic-hand off, sorry I touched him Here they come again through customs Mad ways to dead the wax one way to bust him Chorus: If it's alright with you it's alright with me We can take this rap game to a higher degree We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon Verse Two: U-God, AKA Golden Arms These ninety-nine powerful circling swords Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist Burnt to a crisp, bombarded my pistol grip Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone Leaning Tower Pisa sounds of the Mars zone Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean My path releases, volcanic acids Engage in the page activity is autographics Fraction of my busting microphones start to lust and Words plays over power practice might bust em The black male persuasion known to hunt you for sane The Big Apple verbal concert, for the occasion The vital snap, now insert my Spinal Tap I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan With Earth Wind and Fire, ice water dead grams American hustler up and coming with a vengeance Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension One lesson motivation for my pistol profestation Slang person nailed now we move on a motation Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel Politic the defecit measure, point the decibel We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel Advanced chemo, Die Hard to my demo ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Love Is the MessageIntro:Raekwon(Cappadonna) Remind me Tuesday I gotta go handle my business Know what I'm saying? Straight up (Love is love) Yo, don't play with them shits up in here Them shits is dangerous Verse 1: Raekwon Hey yo Hey yo Hits Sally Timbaland grand finale Damn imagine bringing back Alam skin bally's Glass of this Leather dick down status That's crabbage Can't see the real so you average Drip cammo Who carry Van Damme ammo Nike Airs Uptown put the Benz van yo Chilling with niggas who real Who respect real Big us get your wig touched crib rushed Record and command Slam jams for my mans Puff trees Tuck these rugers in your lands Cemented Bent out of shape mend it Represent Spin been through it god Hold the Mac splendid Time Balotti rap version of the black Gotti Rob me God'll act ungodly What never been done before It's real son you gum it out Run it in the gun store Verse 2: Cappadonna Everyday all day Fat like Bob Rockaway Dipped in the latest spot me right away Wu Tang executive new Donna Jay Darts in your area that's how I play Nobody else shouldn't really have a say When it come down to this Shaolin, USA Represent fully give me your air space Razor Sharp label keep coming out the face Make room as I step up to the plate RZA create sounds of earthquakes Make no mistake kid y'all just faking Cross-over cats that love to eat bacon WTC rush like Regan Crush your little song while you on your knees begging Interlude: Raekwon Who? That nigga right there? Son he trust me watch this shit right here Hook x2: Raekwon We see y'all niggas in the back all treed out Throw the heat out Ready to stop all beef out Play me Maybe you will catch more gravy kid We ill in the back feeling on your ladies Verse 3: Raekwon Dripped out dip promoter Dead arm that nigga trying to get up over Thinking he clever but he rolled up Fronting on the God yo Acting like that cheese ain't right Aight that night dunn rolled on the mic Jumping out the Lex door suede Lugz on Looking like he worth ten thousand on the arms Cuban connect I had it smashed This is Godville kid we real Staring at his steel dunn ask Jewels that he rocking Bone bracelet Had laced kid screaming on his neck lex rocking Nigga had a fat lab Hundred bag Tools you had Ohh little wifey had it all with a fat ass What you wanna eat boo? The rents due Niggas wanna get you You need to put a laser on your shit boo Sat there bluffing Saying nothing Looking at bird pop shit Acting like she bugging Verse 4: Cappadonna 18 karat gold and fresh boots Me and my team regulate to the roots Big pockets Blow mics out the sockets Condeminium Karl Kani denim Where the honey's at? We be getting up in them A whole lot of dollars and real scholars The Wu got knowledge Represent 5% 100% pay attention To the stretch Lincoln Drinking Evian Don-Don Stay calm under pressure Break the sound barrier Big Wu Tang trucks roll in your area Wallabees for life We too hype One ring with the ice Don't stress it What? Love is the message 18 points on my brand new record Dart clapper Ran like a snapper Watch out for Cappa Make way Y'all cats ain't ready for me and the DJ Interlude with Raekwon talking and Cappadonna shout outs Hook x2: Raekwon We see y'all niggas in the back all treed out Throw the heat out Ready to stop all beef out Play me Maybe you will catch more gravy kid We ill in the back feeling on your ladies Outro: Raekwon Du-du NUMBER 1 Dance hall storm Yo yo yo yoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stay Shining[Intro: Cappadonna, (Digem Tracks)] Yo Digem, (Yo, YO) Yo, Thanks for recording this joint man (No problem my dude) Cause no matter what We gotta stay shining, Through it all man, My heart is broke It been broke for years, But I'm gonna keep on pulling through yo [Chorus: Cappadonna] Without the suffer and the pain and the hurt and the sorrow How will we appreciate tomorrow Without the tough times, Heartaches, Bumps and the bruises How would we still love the music Without the ups and the downs, And the ins and the out yall How would we kill all without yall Follow your dreams keep glowing, Let the love start flowing Keep shining, It's God's perfect timing Young ladies in the ghetto keep climbing Young brothers in the hood stay grinding Wipe my eyes cause I'm crying, Why these Devils keep lying Why these Devils keep lying, Why these Devils keep lying Why these Devils keep lying, Wipe my eyes cause I'm crying Keep shining [Cappadonna] I got a cross on my back, And my hands is pierced I'm down with a hard team and my mans is fierce Got a cable with a crown, Lord prepare my table In the presence of the enemy, I never pretend to be More then I am, I'm the truth in the way I keep throwing love at you, Til my hairs is grey Allah holds me, Brought me up out of affliction Keep me safe from the heartache and crazy addiction From the streets where the shorties be killing each other Yo they wild like savages, Don't respect they Mother They be selling crack for babies and cheating each other Dumb, Deaf, And blind ass thugs, They still my brother Wake up little homie get your mind out the gutter What you know about grinding for that bread and butter You's a stupid motherfucker, You don't know what it is Now you think you thugged out cause you shooting at kids Got them cracks in your ass like your ready to bid Yo you living in them streets cause you can't get a crib Let that teach your ass a lesson and shape you up Before them Po-Po come around here and scrape you up I think that crack gone kill yall before that dust I came to shed a little light but your mind is stuck All you talk about now is your nine and truck Little homie, Keep shining [Chorus] [Outro: Digem Tracks, (Cappadonna)] Hey little homie, Little momma No matter what you do,You be yourself (And keep shining) Digem Track Productions Cappadonna, Peace to the Middle East We out yallEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Got to Find a Way[Intro: Cappadonna] Knowledge is the knoalition, also too respect Knowledge is the foundation of all things in existence Such as the sun is the foundation of the solar system And the Asiatic black man is the foundation of his family [Hook 3X: Cappadonna] It's nice to be important but it's even more important to be nice "Got to find a way" -] some kids [Cappadonna] That's my word, check one, check two Donna makes one sacrifice, what? Started to change when the days got strange No more hand-to-hand, strictly campaigns It's all economics, hard times and trick-knowledgy Champagne, caviar, psychology Practice to be me, strivin for equality Buildin, I believe the children like Whitney and Walt Disney "Got to find a way" -] some kids Uh, uh, it's like that y'all and you don't quit Shit that make you fall in love with it Chorus 2X [Cappadonna] In the Days of Our Lives we could all feel the pain When all of this children trapped in the game Playin hookie from school, just ain't the same When the guns get bigger, I worry 'bout the kids The knucklehead ones with the elevator, bid Trapped in America, it's hard to escape The Projects, life is like the Planet of the Apes When all of these kids be buggin wild off the tapes It's your mindstate shorty, tellin you to be late Do your homework kid, keep your mind out the dirt You're only eighteen and you don't know who you hurt I love you like a little brother, here's a razor Carry that wise son, treasure what I gave ya Chorus 2X [Cappadonna] Long time no so, long time suffer As the days get tougher, rougher on Don I wanted help but first let me help myself Have a care of my family, black libarian lady Run right beside me, no public assistance Long distance, I touch man, woman and child Diet and stretch, architect with the finesse Chain heat, brain stained with the horror I'm a father of two, Wu Killa Bee lethal I worked hard for mine, intwined up inside Energy junkie, fertilize this twice, enough spice I teach Lo, say no to drugs, say yes to more money I'm a Transformer when your days get sunny I'm your number one performer, pray for the all time great Take a toast if you love Ghost, I'll be there Beware, take caution, often I've seen these streets are gettin mean Less rest, put the whole world to a test Try to survive, archive five, strangle with lies Last days of the hive, it's the Second Coming I'm a secretary of Wu, official article post up More dictionaries, read heavy notes, both coasts come together Never be blind, protect all of mankind Chorus 4X "Got to find a way" -] some kids (to fade)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Criminal Mind[Killah Priest] I fought off dragons with large wings, boxed dragons Dressed as a gladiator, inside God's ring The hearts of kings were eaten by the beast Their flesh hung from their teeth, my right arm under his feet My left arm pulls the gun, from out of the sheet Blasted his stomach, body tumbled all over the streets I heard trumpets, God hand brought me to my feet My G., we resting five devils over the five boroughs Broke the walls, into the tri-boroughs Going through the ocean floors, going through the walls Going through the malls, we just brawl and brawl and brawl and brawl He went for my Adam's apple, blood splashing all over the tabernacle Pull out swords, I got saws, he grabbed his gun, then I grabbed gats too Start clapping, he collapsed and look what the mack do [KMC] We tough in the physical, tough in the spiritual Watch it boy, you get dropped for the ritual I pray to lord, to bless my soul You come too close, our thoughts is cold We're rough with the AK, so if you not Make way, some of these get murdered We rough with the fo-fo, so what we argue for? Bust mine, somebody get murdered [Cappadonna] Yo, it's New York in effect, it's time to get ill Survival of the fittest, this is shit is for real I've been sleeping all day, now I'm finally woke And I selling no crack, and I slinging no dope I'm a frontline nigga, stuck in the grind Yo before I couldn't see, 'cause I used to be blind Now I'mma smoke weed nigga, rock my shine Lick a shot for The Punisher, and pop my nine A'udhu Billahi Min ash-Shaitan ir-Rajeem Allahu Akbar, caught Don Alon's fiend Jails can't hold me, it's no cure for this I smacked ya'll devils, outta my myst Take the gun from ya hostler, grab your stick I got a hatred for evil, son, times is hard Can't destroy my heritage, we the armor of God Lightning bolts hit your face, break your facade Prophets and war mongers, leave you scarred The hell fire gon' come, the fucking Goon Squad [Scratch Samples] "Lit rings"... "Bangin' in yo hood" "See, this the pusha" "Goon's Squad visual, this that.. "Fire, fire.." "It's defenitaly still" [Rush] Yo, my full time criminal mind, in overtime mode Cold blooded, you get your face piece flooded No ifs, ands, buts about it, who bout it bout it? My body banger stay crowded, like rush hour Turn a sweet thing sour, I pack a monster Send shots for ya roster, who wanna trot? Every man wanna go to heaven, but scared to die Revenge I cried, try'nna take the crown from my Head piece, Selassie 'dad, rest in peace Who want peace? Change ya culture to kosher Fucking with me, will have me on the wanted poster Dead or alive, only the illest survive Killa Haile, ride by the law of the land Man to man, hold a steel, hand in hand You over the hill, still too, old to spill I roll for real, black down, dressed to kill Until hell freezes, you better beef with Jesus Like pussy teasers, I get you soakinng wet Nigga fronted on my style, and I broke his neck Run the respect, like I'm standing here with a tech What you expect? Me must stand, the next man The best man will die with his dick in his handEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pistachio[Cappadonna] I was born on a sunny day, Birds chirping The doctors putting they work in I arrived during hard times most certain Grateful never hateful, I don't have to debate with you I brought this to get you back in the groove This one is for the Arabics and the Jews Listen to my song, Slang Terra-Don Show em how to be strong, Never stay in the wrong A doctrine to hold your towel tight I speak light, Never speak white, I'm from the project If you don't live there you don't know what it's like Where I come from these streets don't give a fuck about you Stay low, Get your own paper, Absorb the elements Remain calm and intelligent, Come on God, That shit is irrelevant My mind build escalators inside of your head like television Hella vision, I could feed you with the street shit Our niggas get hit with the heat quick, The beef is thick He got hit with the police sticks, Reach for the splif Before he went down he peeped on his kicks [Chorus: Cappadonna, (Lounge Lo), {Mega Don}, "King Just"] We write lyrics (that the streets like) {We don't come with that bullshit} "Cause yall niggas thinking it's right." [Lounge Lo] Life's a struggle, To me it's like ohh God And I'm tryna live in a place we know it's so hard I reminisce on birthdays and old cars And tell Momma I love her whenever I go far I set my kids like, Daddy be back soon And if it go well then the stacks'll be back soon Spread love to fam cause your friends won't do it Gotta go, Stay on your roll, Go out and pursue it You damn right I wanna see Alvin do it And sugar-booger-daddy watching you so you better get to it And realize what we're living for, And the stakes is high Your young, But we all need cake to get by So listen up to what your Momma say, But make your own facts Go and tell your brothers Daddy did a song with Uncle Cap Rocky and Kim, Lama I love yall And nothing till the day I die is ever above yall [Mega Don] I done got money with some of the richest niggas But the feds turn killas into bitch ass niggas You know, Sit up on the stand, Star witness niggas Run off at the lips, Sam the Bull ass niggas It was all good just a week my niggas I remember the days we clapped heat my niggas And to think, I even took a bid for niggas Loaded forty Glock, Half a brick for niggas First time felon for the clique for niggas And this the thanks I get, Bullshit my niggas I did it all, I would've even died for niggas It hurts my heart, Sometimes I wanna cry my niggas With these words, We might even spread apart But this dart, I'm pouring out my motherfucking heart At the end of the day, I truly love you my nigga But today, Mega Don, I'm no longer a nigga [King Just] Leave me alone, Yall niggas don't know me I'ma kill yall niggas, I do my dirt upon my lonely Slim, Skinny, And boney, One with the Stonies Paid my dues so yall niggas own me School kicked out for pissing in the staircase School of hard knocks got caught for selling hard base Who you think helped them wash their money They left their man behind enemy lines, All hungry The winter war was for sure, I live next door Bullets spit, Hit the bricks, Ricocheted, We laid on the floor I could've sworn my deal was gonna feed the hood And me and my baby Mommas was gone be good Antwon my baby boby, Ason my pride and joy Coshy Moshy you my Heavens to Merca Troy Don Kinish, Mr. Brick, I will murk your boy Cause these starving artists the hardest, I stay unemployed [Chorus 6x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down[Cappadonna] Yo, You can't keep a good man down I been through it all, I step on the ground Even my best friend turned they back And my label mate brothers wasn't cutting me no slack Nobody gave a shit they wasn't even checking for Cap Taking my kindness for weakness, Peep this the weak shit Stealing my songs putting em out on the sneak tip Label could never hold me, The Devil can't slave me I'm thankful for everything that God gave me I never really want shit but I'm happy I done shit I hope to keep my life free from the guns and clips Plus I'm still tryna get Momma out of the bricks Come on now, Tell me that you praying for me You should of known, That Christ was staying with me Win or lose, Adding on to life be the life I choose I use to sell crack, Now I'm just dropping the jewels Why is life gotta be so hard, Why the street try to leave me scarred Why is everybody looking for God I had to leave Park Hill, I'm a traveling man I don't stay in one spot that's why I travel the land Whether I get a deal or not, I'ma still deal with the block Yall biters try to steal my spot, Duplicate my music Take my slang, Take cheap shots at me while I'm doing my thang I'm more close with my seeds, A little older now, I learned to forgive While yall kicking dirt on Don I'm building a bridge Treading through the waters, Yall thought I would drown But you can't keep a good man downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Coast to Coast[Chorus: female singer] Welcome to the West Coast Where we ball, ride on fags Sittin' back, cuz been working right (Now let me you bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce (Bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce, bounce, bounce We've been working right (Calico stand up) [2Pac] Now ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin' Ridin on these niggas cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggas hit 'em up, WESTSIDE Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right? Passed by while these niggas wonder by I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead, niggas still ballin [Chorus] [Rush] Ok, cash C-note, blasting me through your door Flew from the old, cross seas for the blow Weed's federal, better roll in the tape Your armored truck stuck, cuz I'm taking the bass But to be quite frank, taking over this world I want best of both shines like diamonds and pearls Never gave a fuck though, and paybacks a bitch If I see my luck sold, then I'mma bag some kids You know how it bad it is, half a g, an old scheme Squeeze, play to rehab, cuz it's part of they plea Surf the world to find material, harder than me But I'm bigger than life, son, so what's what's larger than me? Flaudelently, haters be claiming they guns hit Knowing they ain't done shit, except go when the gun spit Now who, retaliates, with the strip for the streets I got peeps that conviscate with the strength of the heat, holla [Chorus] [Cappadonna] Aiyo, I came in the game, like a thief in the night And ya'll sucka MC's, ya'll be try'nna be bite My whole style and my format, niggas should fall back When I attack the mack, stay live and direct, I wreck Set, keeping ya bitch wet, it's no sweat Whenever I'm around you, your mind is weak I speak the truth when I spit, ain't coming to talk shit Yo, I'm live and direct, coming to stalk shit What, come on, bitch, yeah, enter my zone You can't imagine how my four-speed's ever so deadly I swing swords, I hit you in your fucking head piece Cuz you fronted on Don, and now you dying in hell Spit my name, can't beat my tell, nigga, what's felt? To the lost generation of rap, my niggas locked down Whoever feel trapped, grab ya gat, quick, shoot ya where I plotted the bitch Never let 'em hold you back, this is strictly the Don If you ever front on me, nigga, I'm breaking your arm Bees in the winter, enemies better be gone Fuck all of the fly shit, ya'll Hollywood...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Kind of Bitch[Intro : Cappadonna] That's my kind of bitch! That's my kind of bitch! That's my kind of bitch! [Cappadonna] Yo I love a chick that's ghetto and pop guns for niggas Suck dick and plus buy nigga kicks Now, that's my kind of bitch! She fuck real good and she know how to kiss She live a double life She call police on me if she get strife That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit' She like Timberlands and Nike Tatt's on the back Hustle and sold crack How you like that now? That's my kind of bitch When I was a broke nigga She was tryin' to get rich She be hatin' other niggas But eat pussy real-quick And still never treat me like a trick That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit Now... That's my kind of bitch! [Hook : Cappadonna] That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit [Cappadonna] Hold it down For the Don' when she flex my whip Even though she on the strip I ain't gonna flip I put hickeys on her neck Hickies on her clitoris on some real nigga shit Got the cure for your bitterness Hit you with the biggest dick now That's my kind of bitch She cheated on her man and she called it quits Made me eggs in the morning and she made me quit [Hook : Cappadonna] That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! [Cappadonna] She hold my cock when I piss My mic when I spit My hand when I trip My pussy when I skip Now... [Hook : Cappadonna] That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, now That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, now That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The GritsIntro: Cappadonna This album right here This is the Yin and the Yang So you gonna hear a lot of different things on it You gonna hear a lot of profanity You might hear a lot of um... A lot of love A lot of hate You know what I'm saying? Cus it's like come on I got enemies I got frienemies And those that pretend to be's HOMOCIDE HILLS! That's the grits THE GRITS! The barracks baby word up Verrazano bridge Yo yo [Verse 1: Cappadonna] I give a speech like Martin Luther King Let freedom ring Forget a bow ring It's a black thing Holding me locked up With brothers be getting oxed up Taking life for granted Most of us abandon How I know you not a cruel Beef in the home Africans With jet black Americans Dominicans war with the Puerto Ricans Deep in the street Thugs carrying heat The rest of the projects surrounded with gates Middle class families are moving upstate While the younger generation selling cake Trying to immitate mixtapes It's all final Big locks on the Verrazano Get fined BB conduct On some King Tut Poverty struck I seen the right to enter Uhaah took My cup runneth over Stressed out whenever I'm sober This cold world got my girl scan Fight on the sand I'm allergic to ham Weak minds all aboard I see devils in the eyes of camcord' And my reward is to let y'all know I'm going out like PLO Whenever I go uhh THE GRITS! THE GRITS! [Verse 2: 8-Off] I start the slaughtering Make all eyes start watering I know an 800 number you can get your coffin Start ordering The metamorphosis of my skill is sure to bring overcome any king Faking ain't counterfeit Money in the bing I do a sting with two 9's under my sling Anybody you bring Still won't do a god damn thing You nothing but a... Onion in the rain I floss rhymes I loss rhymes I got it like that Y'all bitch niggas I toss times I got rhymes that'll still rock you Cats that'll spot you Told you I chill Lay off a shit I still shot you The only thing I'm unable to do Is do what I got to Look in hospital Brooklyn apostle Lyrical gospel Still fortunate to scorch your shit Paying for the cost of it Your whole style remains wack I know It's awful kid THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! [Verse 3: Cappadonna] I play the back like back in the days Give thanks and praise Watch the frisk raise Reunite Take birth trees to upright I forget a fake MC's My songs the Bible Survival in the man The lost lands No radio play The Pillage is banned Like a foreigner don't understand Y'all some flan cats eat pig Reneg real shit from digs Hit you off with the packages And facts on tracks Y'all talk but that's put that back We dealing in the orphanage Way surpass your image I'm a chemist A dual dentist Treat my heritage like friendship I be exit I rock a gold necklace And restless It's always hectic Staten Island shit Bad habit shit Made me twist it One twenty disctrict shit Pillage be the senate Throw darts like Masons Garment Rennaissance Patrionts Hold the blood like tampons Baby conduct Put your fist up No more struggles 100 dollars for the hen' dog 200 for the bubbles Less troubles Pill-Age Plus some can turn rappers of off the stage This beef will never we engage Buck buck buck buck buck THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! [Outro/Intro to 'Super Model': Cappadonna] If you fucked my little ho Yo, let me know that then(Exactly) Let me know cus I definately let niggas know When I was banging they ho up I was like yeah yeah You thought she was in love with you and I tried to tell you that She wasn't in love with you and I blazed her Then I called you The next day and let you know And you gonna be like 'Yo, let me get my bracelet back'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Slang Editorial (remix)Thats how I be likin my mic You gotta know how to adjust that shit I came to the fork in the road and went straight Right out the crack vile to the Golden Gate See the silver spoon in my mouth it had cake My rap birth date debut song was ice bait Readit like a novel, Donna Cappa gone Strivin my duns be dollars and coins Whether in New York or Compton Californs I come correct twenty two outfits and a mic check One derby, Cappachino the great Sittin at the table where the gambinos ate Buildin Wu-Tang Clan concentrate Bounce on the track Donna crack it like a safe My slang is editorial explicit material Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Killer bees got the best stee I drip through the faucet I never lost it Where the party at Give me the mic and I'ma toss it Head crack talk back, verbal attack Side track you get japped with my lyric impact Snap outta that, Cappadonna seven sauna Thirty three pirranha, chaos like iguana Projects is rated x I flex and terminate Sex MC's is wet so I'm the right source to vex Endo mic buff, Willie on the mic When both hands are cuffed Whoever tried to make you fall off Call your dogs off Peace to everyday mutts livin with rut My slang is editorial explicit material Breifcase yo Live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Killer bees got the best stee Killer bees got it lock D, got it lock D Dart specialist, new Cappadonna get treacherous I rock track like a neckalace Poppy wardrobe, singin like you never expected I'm on a mission, flippin What Wu-Tang Clan is the sword new addition Seek a recipe antidote poke G, ebony Sunz of Man and killer bee can't fold under pressure Respect The Abbott, Wu Orchestra, what Fancy talk magic, wise up Fly girls keep ya eyes up Track terrorist kiss Deep in the hill Jack battle with Jill Talk boss, featurin words that kill My slang is editorial explicit material Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Work hard WTZ Donna journalistic Writin wizard(wizid) Protect my soul when the devil tried to get it Seen my goal and stuck with it Ever since a kid, early in a bid Doin things you never did All up in a staircase a scareface was lookin Wallet got tooken Free from the work release Donna kept bookin Brooklyn bound, with the sound Hop the turnstiles Fifty cents to kick it oh it's so wicked Wu-Tang is Wu York, hell up in the pyramid Tabernackles catch fire within the apple Tabernackles catch fire within the apple My slang is editorial explicit material Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Set the black people freeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Savage Life[Sample] Niggas are lovers, Are lovers, Are lovers Niggas loved to hear Malcolm X But they didn't love Malcolm Niggas love everything but themselves But I'm a lover too, Yep, I'm a lover too I love niggas, I love niggas, I love niggas Because niggas are me, And I should only love that which is me I love to see niggas go through changes Love to see niggas act Love to see niggas make them plays and shoot the shit But there is one thing about niggas I do not love Niggas are scared of loving themselves [Intro: Cappadonna] Let's go, Yeah, That's what I'm talking about Everybody put your blunt in the air like this Yeah, Uhh huh, Uhh huh, Yeah New York in the building Throw it up for all my dogs in there Murderland in the building, Let's go, Come on [Cappadonna] I emerge from the womb then I snatch the globe Throw darts for a living, Never sold my soul These rhymes that I'm making is the top of the line I seek knowledge, Study the ways of mankind I scope clubs out see what a savage's like Then I come back, I'm living in a savage life To animals my words be the words of Christ The unordinary life, Sensational with it In the hood with yall for real you know how I did it Drop bread on your bird head, Illegal wips Eat four legged beast, Take illegal trips And I can't quit now son you must be silly I ain't stunt'n on hoes but they wet my willy Yeah, Creep with me my nigga Tie your joint on, For real conceal your face an all that [Chorus 2X: Cappadonna] You wanna see what a savage like But we're living in a savage life They just wanna stomp your life Niggas wanna stomp your eyes [Cappadonna] Yo, I live a life on the street like stray dogs and mutts Nigga's face filled up with stitches and cuts But I love my hood though even the crack head's fiend We doing a bid here, My projects is mean Black Buddha shop or a big fat Doreen Twenty-six mob'n, Black fist tossing the green Heard my nigga L came deep in the feds Keep the Mazda tight, Hold your heads Solomon Childs my dun-breed, Love spread through my hood-ohh Twelve for the pound kid, Three for the id-ohl Pop the trunk of the Pinto, He been slow Came back with the hid-i-dro Snatch pocket books, Hustle for dough Big Don from Dirty Island Scrape you off the ground something violent Don't even dream of Don being in the mainstream Go savage in the hood for CREAM [Chorus] [Cappadonna] We got the hustle game on lock, Let's go get dough In the ghetto it's mad blow and crime going on We don't mow lawns, Might take it nice Where I come from be the slums of Shaolin Mothers are crying, Young brothers dying Some of yall people relying on religion I'm in the hood like a pigeon, Christ has risen I sold drugs for a living, I was locked down for Thanksgiving Times are still hard, Dogs in the junkyard Alcoholics, Butchers, Crack heads, Fuck TNT, Fuck the feds I'd rather die with my gat, Fucking a bitch and getting high Far all the times that I couldn't cry All I wanted was a picture of me lounging in the Vibe Two cribs, Two chicks, Big brick on my side A nigga get savage when he gotta survive [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life of a Lesbo[Intro: Cappadonna] Uh-huh, yeah bitch! Same struggles, uh, everyday Hold this, come here girl Hmm... give me a kiss, muaww! Heh.. [Verse 1: Cappadonna] I know these two fly chicks, that used to be legit They said they don't like niggas no more, and plus they hate dick With all due respect they wanna love and trick And I don't know if it's a good thing, or maybe they sick And I just can't understand, whatever happened to the plan You used to walk like a woman and dress to the T Now you try'nna be the man that your father used to be Actin' like you got a cock and you love pussy You and my baby mother did it, go 'head push me And believe me, it's true, I know your whole style boo You eat rats, bitch, you got worms deep inside you.. [Chorus: Cappadonna] Life of a lesbo (uh, uh, uh) Life of a lesbo (come here, I don't know you was like that) Life of a lesbo [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Even though you independant, and you makin' the big dough Hate your own father and you used to be ho Bitch, it's alright to cry, chick, here have a shoulder 'Member you was 13? Now you much older Used to be a hot chick, now you much colder You love other bitches, girl, you don't want a soldier To all the fly honies that's livin' it well Used to be a lesbo, but think you want dick now Ya'll best to stop frontin', cuz you really want both Me and my ex-wife came down Tiffany throat I fucked both of those bitches, then I went broke [Chorus: Cappadonna] Life of a lesbo (uh, uh, uh) Life of a lesbo (come here, I don't know you was like that) Life of a lesbo [Outro (during Chorus): Cappadonna (sample)] That's what's up... yeah Yo.. you know me, 1, 2, 3 chicks, it don't matter I did it all... I love 'em Life of a lesbo, let's go Uh-huh, this one right here go out to all My homegirls up north, Bedford Hills Albion, knawhatimsayin? Rosinger, haha, hold ya head up That's my word, yeah, this one go out to Candy Apple My home girl Sugar Walls, Eye Candy Cinnamon, Passion Fruit, Melony, Water Melon Yeah, life of a lesbo... uh... uh.. (We got eyes, but we can't see We have ears, but we can't hear We've got a tongue, but we can't speak We are living men, but we are dead mentally)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Vegan[Intro: Cappadonna] Crazy shit Riding on the side of my horse Desperado style [?]more my zigga[?] [Verse 1:Cappadonna] Killers for life, ain't no hope Police in the building, yeah we never shook Hard genes make a nigga feel like a rugged look Acid, E pills, Molly and [?] food The young could have taken a little time to give a push The homies that's rapping, mine is a weapon Get it on the streets, you don't have to be at the sessions Pop your wardrobe, came got a crib near the Mexicans We’re back in New York, me and Amar be on Lexington ID's good if the police try to flex again Can’t stop us We only in the hood when we pop up Chop chop up packages, show'em rough [?] he's black down, black truck Black niggas, pro-black as the fuck Africa shit keep white Nobody move,nobody get bust Nobody in the building And nobody getting shot [Verse 2: Turnpike Ike] In this shit there has been a slight change of plans Cause y'all niggas never really stood a chance And this year watch me do'em for the fans Do it for the kids I’m like DJ Lance Rock, sometimes life is topsy-turvy Me, I'm tryna get it early As long as fiends snorting [girly?] I’mma grab the world in a short curlies My M.O. is to get this dope So I need blow like the drip of snow Okay, I need hoes I can touch they toes I’m grilled like Michael Jackson’s first nose Yeah, niggas in the hood say I’m on fire Nigga I’m in the hood like carbon fiber She can be talking the Aston Martin I still give her the boot, Doc Martens [Verse 3: Amar Divine] We design, find and restore energy We define our time through our melodies Nah I ain’t trying to hear the shit these niggas telling me Listen to this industry Niggas out with this celery. no flavor Watch a game like the nosey neighbor watch Understand how they do surround sound [?] Just to make your things move about like modern kings Everybody knows about the sagas that my niggas sing See the rapid singing, more than all my jaw All my [?] better leave their business card You ain't got one man, you ain't about shit This is a new day, dawg We figured it out New age program Money makes no [?] No physical effort, work for no man See we enterprising nigga, this is just us And if you ain't there, well then nigga this is tough luckEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy If You Don’t Stop[Intro: Cappadonna] Never seen nothing like that... She got a body like.... whatever Might have to just, try to like slip her my number In her pocket, like, bump into her Like I'm trying to pick-pocket her Diggiler, huh [Cappadonna] Beautiful black woman, red, yellow and white women I got the right woman, some niggas fight women I build foundations up, and I invite women I entice women, I love nice women That's gentle and kind, yo, I stimulate her mind And she stimulate mine, until she real freaky Women that love sex get real sneaky She had me crying when she crushed me, I should of known When she was with that nigga Jay, and she was fucking with me Never sold pussy to me, I was fucking her free Taking her garbage out for her, and sucking her feet Slobbing her down, hold her by her waistline while I'm crushing her cheeks When I'm done, I wipe her down and massage her physique My ghetto princess, ain't nothing sweet She straight lied in my face, yo, this one is for keeps Called police on me, plus she be fucking my peeps What kinda nigga want a bitch that cheat? [Chorus 2X: Born Divine] If you don't stop, with the games you play Girl, somebody's going to get played And it might be you... and it might be you... [Born Divine] One day, lady love caught me, tried to extort me For my heart and every peace of property Yeah, she necessary, but secondary to my garden nature She keeps her pussy like a soultaker Sexy fly black diva, with connect like genova Connections, my murial extensions, lights on in the Ac' Hoop' dog, not tinted, but I'm all up in it Sweating hard like a race for the senate She said she love my long verse with the hook in it To hit, marvelous, and she got hard when I spit Realest shit, not a trick Or your, average chick, she on her time Nine to five school, slow grind, no money And she never mind, she put in work for the kid That understand how I live, never sweating for time Plus she got her own crib, you little devious thing That came from my rib, you even got a man at home Laying up, in your bid, paying your bills Cuz you all up in this here, like some whisper it's Shaton You all up in this here, and I dare you To spit and tell the day that I raised the dead I bring the truth to life, girl, you like a best friend But you somebody wife, we gotta stop So this the last time tonight, so meet me at our spot So we can get it on, cuz a mountain to mourn When I hit to dawn, your boy Born [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy RevengeIf it's possible I'll step in your obstacles [Hook] Oh shit you better watch out for this Revenge so sweet that you might wanna flip Ride on your enemies, bust they shit Throw away the pistols throw away the clips [Cappadonna] Big grits, big ox snatch ice at Woodstock Remember those kids that hold cries they runnin fast Crack spillin out they sides It's the Hill brothers that kill And raps on a blue trap water bugs nothin but thugs Cops circlin, two cuts on shorty mugged Streets turn by the flyest of bug It's switch the e-shit fucker I take rhymes like a piss Eat the beats like tuna fish Stay focussed, your camp is dead meat and drop worms Wu-Tang is up on it too big to back down Defeat never heard of I came with the crowd merger The super friends seek that revenge Bout to fuck out, you kiss girls on the mouth Over here all of my niggas is bout bout [Hook] [Timbo King] Call me straight up oak y'all niggas just plain panel Guns from my Ceridoor ask mic ammo Cross fire, bullets racashe horizontal Brooklyn bridge pharazano niggas know the motto Follow the path, knowledge the craft Swallow a whole bottle of math Since biology class Grand achery, bow and arrow split your grand largely Afro in ya heads, robin hoods drop goods in these wild lands A desert eagle in a child's hands Your style's planned, my styles blend earth, wind, fire, water You never know my son might fuck Mariah's daughter Ill visions of victory without a battle Breathes through tracks like cold winds towards Seattle Sound travels through fiber optics under gravel Combinating six sixty and they try to handle Niggas try to handle [Hook] [Freemurder] Yo we always had a eight on us Cold hands slingin niggas gotta pay on us Co-froze our whole shit so you can skate on us Niggas don't freeze long, start to rain on us I'm the type tah hold the mac with one hand Squeez that shit till the gun jam Flow sickly rhyme swettin I'm too ill Get blown quickly for two mills Ice pick ain't too real sing your nice six swing to kill Who runnin with the kid that brang me the pill? Who runnin with the kid I'm like stainless steel Frail nigga on some high and might, break your grill Showtime there's a joke time I poll on the box Poke lots of little holes in you like four little dots Become my doja and baloon swallow them rocks Shit out my profit hole by tommorrow you drop [Hook] [Cappadonna] There's a place out there where the enemies lurk In the woods try to burn down mamma's church No love, they came to spread hate The angels floried inside the pearl gates The world got dark, a earthquake Trembled the underneath of the feet of pedestrians Rain, drops fire and snowflakes Destroy homes that contain the mad evil All of God's children ran towards the ??? For all of those who did wrong to the ??? Their souls were cast out into the deep Bodies of the unholy covered the street And all of God's creatures ate them like meat Oh father have mercy on the weak The ones that can't see and the ones that can't speak The ones in the projects smokin that leaf Who lived through slavery, families got beat Bit by the dogs, shot by the police Screaming for justice, screaming for peace Brothers behind bars fighting with the beast Third world countries plus the Mid East We all gon die if the battles don't cease [Hook] X4EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Big BusinessFor real, for real... Yo, this is based on a true story, from a Man that lost land... Verse 1: (Cappadonna) I'm goin' all out, I love trout Black is what I be about 95-south all the way up, I tear mics up Peep the conduct, wherever lightning struck Tear the jail up, truck with the mind food Truck with jewels, forget babylon rules I'm crusin' with the angels Goin' through Parkhill, let the Gods build and all of that Graduation hats, bigger stacks Ya'll hardly ever seen besides cream I got the vaccine for ya'll uncle Tom rappers I told ya'll before to be easy, Devils attackin' is practice Provocative songs, yeah It's Donna, don't even panic Hold ya'll like the Atlantic Pillage at your service Clubs start to get nervous Loose lips, it's like emptyin' clips Packed with the info, join the revolution Slang prostitution, even if you boostin' Play it like you still chill, homicide hill from the other side My Mother sighed, strugglin, poor and tired A Baby that never cried, a family that never died I see everything from the outside Chorus - O.T.F. and The Pillage, we all comin' through Watch your back nigga, and your girl watch it too 'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we give this Live this, thats how we conduct big business O.T.F. and The Pillage, hide your shine nigga When we come through, might have to jump on you 'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we live this Give this, thats how we conduct big business Verse 2: (Shyhiem) I ride shotgun in Cappa's Black ML Four-Twenty Benz Jeep with big boy heat, a Thirty-Thirty Shotgun, pull it out and show you what a thug about Ya'll niggas is pussy, thats why ya'll get atein' out Niggas hate me now 'cause I be so jig my A.K.A. oughta be Shawn Carter My heart bigger than my ego, eho I put my heart on the line and hit both free throws Yeah, build with a parole hole Guzzle the old Gold with no bag, on the bliddock Holdin' the gliddock, you can't fuck with this shit ock Locks it down like JT from the mothafuckin' liddot S is for my Sons, H I'm not havin' it 'cause I'm not the one A is for the ammo that I keep for my gidd-uns B is for the blood, bandanas, and the bidd-uns C is for the crips, comrads, and the Kenyon We a-alike, b-alike, so we see alike I roll with niggas that stay in jail like Iron Mike I get hype, and keep it gully, interrupt commercial shit Chorus Verse 3: (Cappadonna) God, keep shinin' your light, I got a calling Felt like the Angels were fallin' But with this God given mic I restored the faith My love for the prophets keeps me safe See, I don't have to worry 'cause I know God is great If it wasn't for the Father it wouldn't be a Bill Gates No Bill Clinton, no United States Peep it, explore my mind like a secret If the music ain't good, ya'll won't leak it So I give thanks and praise to the almighty The spirit in the music hit ya'll lightly Motown Hip-Hop, don't try to fight me I call on the arch angel, cast out the hate All-time Cappacino the great A role model like Treach and Pepa Double L, Will Smith and Jada Pinkett The way I think it, my songs speak to you You better stay focused and the beast won't eat you ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tell the Truth[Chorus: Jay Rush] I swear to tell the truth I swear to never lie I swore to keep it hood until the day I die The praying that I fail The praying that I fall But you can pray all you want it ain't no help for ya'll [Verse 1. Lazy Bone] I'm praying on my mamma, on my grandma Imma live more I swear to keep it real -????????????? (until I'm dead and gone) Imma represent the struggle And Imma stay humble so until everybody rumble But you gotta hustle Imma keep it hood 'til the day I die An I'll make sure it's understood that I never lie I never make a deal with the devil and exchange for my soul The vanity, the sanity for fang that I know They get blind by the bright light, sold by the fast cars Lost in the night life, burned by the bad girl (Ain't this material world, such an infurious world?) But everybody wanna live it And they don't really care what they got to give up to get it The industry's infested with this evil with this spirit That's why this song on radio you'll probably never hear it But I still spit the real [Chorus: Jay Rush] I swear to tell the truth I swear to never lie I swore to keep it hood until the day I die The praying that I fail The praying that I fall But you can pray all you want it ain't no help for ya'll I hope I hope I hope I hope I pray I pray I pray I pray That heaven's got a ghetto and waiting for me I hope I hope I hope I hope I pray I pray I pray I pray That heaven's got a ghetto and waiting for me [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Yo, Imma keep it real with you You ain't building with me then I can't chill with you My mind is on getting that family right The industry don't care about your family life I pray to God that we always keep the family tight Tell the truth never sellin' out for the loop Never lie but I still wanna get high So hooded with it that's how we getting' by Yea, and this deceptional world I'm an exceptional pearl I'm always gonna be street, I always live what I speak And I ain't sayin' that I'm perfect But wickedness can't defeat my spiritual purpose I'm in a God, yo my soul ain't for purchase Hoping that I pray that everything was worth it [Chorus: Jay Rush] I swear to tell the truth I swear to never lie I swore to keep it hood until the day I die The praying that I fail The praying that I fall But you can pray all you want it ain't no help for ya'll I hope I hope I hope I hope I pray I pray I pray I pray That heaven's got a ghetto and waiting for me I hope I hope I hope I hope I pray I pray I pray I pray That heaven's got a ghetto and waiting for meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Spit That G[Cappadonna] Uh-huh, ye-yeah, it's like this If you got big dollars, Spit That G KnowwhatImean? If you got mad honies, Spit That G If you gettin dough or whatever Whips, phats cars, new kicks, Spit That G This is how we do it Word up, it's like this, check it out Check it out, yo [Chorus: Cappadonna (all)] If you got ladies (Spit That G) If you got endo (Spit That G) If you got currency (Spit That G) W.T.C. (Spit That G) Say Spit That G (Spit That G) Say Spit That G (Spit That G) More sex and money make the world go round Dumb Diddy snatch ya chick up, hit the floor now [Solomon Childs] Want money? I need bodyguards, as big as stiff worker, R.C Me mega-poverty, New York City, dollar signs prevail Five place love, exclusive, nine millimeters My voice box run through tracks like wild cheetahs Champagne and catfish at the club, Geda's Janet Jackson figures, I'm on now Gucci sweaters for all of my niggas Calm braided, chrome rims Ghetto birds with pink Timb's A box of shells for the Cola for Kim's Sponsored by the Clan, see Pop more vanilla cherry than Luke Perry Now tell me this ain't the thug life [Hook 2X: Suga Bang Bang] Talkin bout the good life Livin in da ghetto, wild [12 O'Clock] What happened to the fist fights, the MC battles, nigga? Slingin newspapers on the Verrazano Narrow Gettin off the fifth train on Carol to get wet Summertime sweat got me rockin short sets From the loaf tops, no socks, Hawaiian suits Tied nicely with the wooden spoon for the scoop Young girls playin double Dutch and hoola-hoops Cap'n Crunch and Fruit Loops, camels and goose boots It was the FUBU, the stripped Lee's, the Hoopty's Five dollar bag of weed's a real bag of weed A ki was at twenty g's, hurled one at dope fiends O.D., niggas throwin bricks at my click Now Giulianni got the state N.Y. locked like cuff Black Bad Boys gettin rich like Puff The Excursion truck need two spots on the parkin lot A stash box for the top, the lock [Prodical] Brook-nam, grace and charm, remain calm with chron's of Lebanon Black man author, green Leprechaun from Lexington P. Sunn, I crack ya face with the gun Smack the taste outta ya dunn, ya fam's on the run Now y'all respect Sunn, shine all type direction Hype discretion with the right connection, recitin lessons But my wea-pon reign automatic projection Blow out ya reception, hose through ya reflection Old gold complexion, Sunn I'll swoll to perfection Did a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legends Twenty-one-two, I get that money with the Wu Up in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honey dew [Hook 4X] [Interlude: Prodical (Timbo King)] Eh-yo, let's talk about it (Let's talk about it) Eh-yo, we be about it, be about it Yo, we be about it (Killa Beez) We all about it, yo we all about it We all about it, we be about it Killa Beez, yo we all about it [Timbo King] Yo I slap money for the love of rap money Rock gully, high cop that bag of bomb This grown man talk, I could bag ya mom Watch and learn, block got lots of germ Straight like that, bake cake, ate like that Love to kill, I just hate like that Yo these guns yap bodies on it, ain't nobody want it Wide body six-hundred, brand new papers on it Front roast up, corner thugs roast up Mix the black with green, watch me mack the scene As a matter of fact, them caps gon' bang Brook-lawn pack those things, crack/cocaine [Chorus] [Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Eye for an Eye[Intro: Money Grip] Uh... the pressure... Uh, this means war, yo... [Money Grip] I wear a size nine in my dress shoe Coincidently a nine's in my vest too, come and test two Big guns, hammer cock, go Mustang, yellow is banana top fold Cristine pics, six mean whips Three chicks, mother knowing, six mean tips Rock a nigga crew, silly, boom bye bye Black suits filling up the room, guy die Blunt and dry tied, getting sky high Lakers set a black code, doom side five Blacks back 'em up, like a stocked up single Cops packed 'em up, in his pocked up mingle Old school, new school, need to feel though Show, how I throw tool, niggas peel though Aim to cook a nine up, and get an eight spazzled Lame niggas sign up, and get your safe crashed though Who is that man, Mr. Gat Man Heat holding, do a nigga through his cat scan [Real Life] Flame thrower, who to blame, and your name don't show up Throw up, I'm blowing the dutch, my guns bust And you fucking with the wrong nigga, I blow a nigga Strong arm nigga, Vietnam nigga for sure Ain't no chore for the thing that I got, twin Glocks Forty five calo' slugs in hot rocks Fuck the cops, and anybody try'nna stop my team I rhyme hard for the love of the cream My sixteens, ain't nothing to doubt, gun butt, up in your mouth Real Life, up in your house Fuck an ounce, I need ten bricks, alotta chips Niggas think that they can pull my suits and do the steeze You'se a bitch, son, I'm try'nna get rich, now break your self Before I take ya health, it's gonna take a lot shoves to stop me And I ain't rocking or dealing with none of ya'll So respect these bars, or I'mma catch you at the park [Chorus 2X: King Just] We gon' live, die, get by, high Before I take this in, I'd rather a chair and fry Why, M.C.'s, always wanna try Homicide Hill, nigga, eye for an eye [King Just] Aiyo, I touch down, clutch crown, I brought back the New sound I see the circuses in town, you clowns Automatic live rounds, spit for my crown Living adverbs and nouns, my metaphors astound Leap over crowds, with one single bound If you need more, this the record store where it's found Yo, the low light, lounge, nigga, ask around Used to talk about me, now you wanna give my ass a pound Who select you clown, let loose the hound Fourth down to go, hit the hole for the touchdown Shake down to slow down, your projects to a ghost town Three mics, three strikes, new pitcher on the mound Rumble every round, still get beat down Your face lift is now pararrel to the ground Catch me on the rebound, if you can Mr. J-U-S, fucking your girl on candid cam' [Rush] Yo, I blow styles like Nikki Bonds blowing trial Guilty of a filthy freestyle and foul language Perfect strangers, mark this rap scene stainless Without a blemish, spend this from start to finish The mad chemist, create a rhyme like Frankenstein Then energy ever line without the lying We fertilize letters, bring words to life Preserve the life, to burn all you parasites back biting You hate hiking on my style, niggas wanna dick ride? Play the gate up, stay wearing knee high Might terrorize tracks, with terrorist traps Ask someone real, if I was kept sealed And if revealed, skills explode like Oklahoma Put the spicy niggas in comas, sniff the aroma The sweet smell of success, farewell to your flesh My style's so sick it was put on bed rest God bless, if you try to test my commitee My hood is all good, but then again it's all even I see you live a little stable, violate and shit'll turn fatal Meet my trigger finger friend napal Clown, you walking on shaky grounds The shit's violent, and niggas bust lyrical roundsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life’s a Gamble[Verse 1: Raekwon] Aiyo, when we writing, yo, shit is like the vice laws Fighting everybody wet, Lex dog, vibe on biting necks There goes the new hammer, microwave blamp, from the stove to the roads Down in New Hampshire, brolic size, wallet guys Frame broiled shotties, with the Ducati's, my pockets is set Now watch what you rep, I've been buying niggas heads Wall crawler, Captain Caveman, in the hall scrawling Money is stacked up, better than yours Do with the rappers, clap niggas, slap 'em, and car jack 'em Everything niggas is serving, is crack, what, preferebly Kelloggs You just a goldmine, yup, cereal bowls of heroin Yup, the Don Baron, it's worth hundreds, say something Niggas fronting while we doubling, pump 'em And lay 'em right in front of the steps The new Mark Cuban, Mavericks, we moving like Arabics Faces is wrapped, crosses on like Catholics Blend to the music, it's all in the game [Chorus: Ratchet] Riding through life in this fast lane, fast change Ya'll deal when the lights green, but when that light change You gotta make a slight change, use your wipers Cause it might rain, life's a gamble like a dice game [Verse 2: Ratchet] Aiyo, I'm when I'm writing I be thinking like Donald Goines Posted up on the strip, fishing like bitches hoeing Blowing like Jesse Owens, run laps around these tracks And I stay up in the hood like, weed and cracks Damn right, I still pack the strap, duck if I whip it out But if I whip it out, you're people will be picking out A coffin and a tombstone, park 'em in the graveyard Prayers and a leap of faith, probably couldn't save ya'll That's the path of bravhearts, clap you in the hallway Turn two o's that soft, into three the hard way Move the diesel all day, shut it down in night time That's when the undercovers buy, in night time Move to the forefront, Ratch' had the store front First I had two goals, now I got more front Bitch I been G'd up, put a O in front of that Keep them bitches ski'd up, blowing off each other's back [Chorus: Ratchet] Riding through life in this fast lane, fast change Ya'll deal when the lights green, but when that light change You gotta make a slight change, use your wipers Cause it might rain, life's a gamble like a dice game [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Heavy white ice, gold ornaments, hustle and life Hustle and light, good wit the pill Be at all the tournaments, stroll in the beach Out in Luv Allah, we love all of ya'll Killah Hill, Staten Africa, rap massacre Make a phone call, have niggas get at cha Rat ya, two double nines in the back of the Acura, it's a Don thing Don King, Don bitches under the ring We don't ever sing, raps get cut in the bing Posse up, see me the Beemer or Benz truck Reppin' that W, it's trouble for you Knife through ya bubble goose, veterans loose, 39 on the deuce Pick it up, stick it up, niggas is thinking to bust Breaking these states for they cake, you know what it do What's up, Goldie? Niggas wanna march, hanging wit Jody Street Flavor click, roll thicker than shit We the upmost, faggot niggas get bitched Smacked wit the toast, crackin' the line in the coke Niggas'll cutthroat, cutthroat, infered on top of the scope Crack in the dial, mixed with soap, Killah Island...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Somebody’s Got to Go[Intro: Cappadonna (Lounge Lo)] I'll break that nigga face in, right there (I'm listening) Right there at the wrinkle (Who over there?) Yeah, this is the body snatchers (Buddha, get him, man) Invasion, slang gargoyles (Right right) Nigga, we eat tracks for a living (Tell him again, Don) The beats ananymous Ya'll niggas is taking up space, straight up Snatching one of ya'll niggas up from the background Drag you over there, to one of the movie sets The new movies that's out right now, with the fucking... People on the juggle, straight up and down [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Ayo, my thoughts jump around like a dog in a river The heat I deliver, the beat, I get rid of To send him, I hit 'em when I'mma getter The fat rhyme spitter, heavy with the flow Somebody got to go, somebody got to know I blow a mic, flow's are getting closer Caught up in the ponder rosa, chrome toaster Five broker, face poker African rice, fish head, a little ocra I get folker, Staten Oprah, CD poster He's a vulture, knowledge culture Eat kosher, end of the day, do what I'm 'posed ta Somebody got to go I get closer, the show roaster Lounge'll rope ya, Stone Gang niggas'll smoke ya Somebody gotta gosta! [Hook: Sample] "Somebody's got to go" "Somebody's got to go" "I can't stand this jive no longer" "Somebody's—" "Somebody's—" "Somebody's got to go" [Verse 2] Somebody gotta go, I spit flow That shit that make you wanna get dough If I don't sell rap, I pitch snow Ya chick slow, might see Don with a thick ho My click come you better be out T.C. out, break bread, hustle and pop lead Throw darts, come off the head, break bread Park Heeze, get greasy, we doin it easy Brains in the 5 yeah they always please me Try but can't freeze me, I'm too hot for MTV Burn ya TV, niggas cee me as P-I Double L-A-G-E, my dogs go hard Chicks give me head, B! [Hook: Sample] "Somebody's got to go" "Somebody's got to go" "I can't stand this jive no longer" "Somebody's—" "Somebody's—" "Somebody's got to go" [Verse 3] Incredible flows, athletical blows ACG's on my feet, supply heat Fry beefs, all my guys eat We in here, Chambermusik take your cream Honor Management, live your dream Somebody got to go - get that steam Clear the block off, run fast, hold your bean Raw scene, our life's like a movie screen Rated R, hood superstars, great green in jars The streets is ours, we beating the odds Roll out, heat in da cars, from deep in the garage Put beef in the broadz, put skeet in they bras Me and my man, yo, we just cheating the laws [Hook: Sample] "Somebody's got to go" "Somebody's got to go" "I can't stand this jive no longer" "Somebody's—" "Somebody's—" "Somebody's got to go"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy War Rats[Verse 1] Less seen and less heard, It's the pillage Live where we die for trade, orphans of the industry, rise up against Pretense, DJ's of segregation come together plottin' on the Nation Cats got the puff powder dance Underground economics, take a chance at the crackpot Speak at the ones on top At the gay bar your best rap star caught not keepin' it real Whats the deal wit' ya'll wanna be MC's when Ghost hit you The struggle is official with this Chill cause we don't mix wit' yall uncle Tomers We rock those real black leather bombers For real, Park Hill not Beverly Hills Ya'll better be still My brains come out of my ball pen for my origin I put the work in, any predictament In fact it don't matter to me The rap Oprah Winfrey with less currency But rock beautifully, no security with me Hard times and prophecy One idea, two children and three for virginity Pure energy whenever you confront me I'mma take yours, star wars [Hook] Star Wars, storm troopers, evil rulers New manuevers, Black German Luger laser beam (repeat Chorus) [Verse 2] The tables turned now, enter Shaolin where it's cold now Let the Teck blow now More Jungle nails, Parkhillbillies pour gas on Phillies Blocks where the Babies pick locks And Women make love to other Women It's the pillage, your Mother's Sons No more cold war, it be the poor ones No radio play, from the hallway to the doorway They banned us, cease to understand us Rap criminals segregated, player hated Underrated, project recipients Cappadonna, bag with the marijuana I'm a late-comer, I spread love last Summer Photographs with the Hummer A young dumber, bound to get dumber I speak the real CB, pillage monopoly Talk a XYZ, ain't nothin' like WB O.T.F., a bag of Uno Sixty I love how the weed get me See me whole style tricky Gats under the table, the tables turn now Life is too short and too foul Fake Brothers will get exiled Staten Island style, chicka-Pow! [Hook] - 2X [Verse 3] I drop paragraphs of information My mind starts racin' I'm in the lot dancin' with the hard-headed I start to attack on every track when I react Dancehall style, ain't nothin' nice I came to regulate, Cappachino the great Comin' from all sorts of angles I close in, my team be the chosen Authorized like a hat tucked in You get sucked in, catch a repurcussion and crushed in Paralyzed, open your eyes, it's us again O.T.F. hit you like the blow of death Pulled while you was 'sleep With or without the gold teeth Crunch and lounge, Q guardin' the door It's like Comstock, we in the Belly similar to clock Boys to Men buildin', in the street Oatmeal and Cream of Wheat Thugs smoke leek, it's like the penile in the ghetto Palmetto, chocolate trees, crying Babies Rabies to the ringworm, take a turn and get burned Tryin' to be this, realness Shaolin barracks is very high tempered Sensed it in the water sorrounded by the fairy boats Hallways with pissy cut throats We forever live, gotta protect the orphanage The beast men, learn to fight back with the poilcemen Star Wars...Star Wars [Hook] - 3xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Save the Children[Intro: Cappadonna] Whateva, whateva man I'm here to represent G-O-D to the fullest I got a message man, and the message is straighten up Or get eatin up [Culture] All mighty God is with us (2X) [Chorus 2X: Cappadonna ] Save the children, these streets is like a villain Life is like a chop shop inside of the buildin Save the children, these streets is like a villain Save the children, let the blood stop spillin [Cappadonna] Roses are red, violets are blue, this life is about me and you Not the red, white and the untrue, together we stand Divided we stand tall, final call, God save us all from the gates of Hell Where my young family dwell, it was a tall well While we still suffer, days are gettin tougher Jake on the prowl, treatin people on the street foul Some of them mean well, but they all live behind the shell Kick my door down, without ringin my bell Claim I'm sellin crack, but I ain't doin that All I do is rap, I'm a real MC, trynna get my life back Devils'll make it difficult, there it glow within the cult Can't wait to cut my throat, cuz of how I speak Too black for Hot 97, last year they put me on hold But I still went gold, where the joy go? What happened to the +Black Boy+ video? Bring +Run+ back, y'all scared of Cap Sleepwalkers can't roll wit the blacks [Chorus 1.5X] [Culture] See the man dem him, he went from nice to true drunko Now me speak the truth and a man just a den dead Wit the children, when I told you I be on the outside I can't trust with him, not pity on the outside I'm hung it with him, tell him that I carry Tell dem save the children You sold your bread, I sold my bread So ya meet my new friend, Mr. Up-On-The-Ten Then are ready to bust, let me load again And the play gon sting, just like stealth bomber Refuel the jet, because me loose me venom Jewels we do, and refuse not to sin And when I come hotter, don't work for Jah Hittin though we gettin, well that's the word is dark Brother gettin children, some lovin the hard [Chorus 2X] [Culture] A mighty God is with us [Cappadonna] Intelligent minds, encounters of the third kind Trapped behind enemy lines, youth life on the line Devils keepin us blind if it wasn't for Divine Contracts wouldn't be signed, save the children It's like a chop shop inside the buildin No second guessin, I'm confessin In the club females are undressin Little ones with the sexual affection need correction too For too many years, shippin us upstate Plantin drugs on us, the children ain't safe Broke down our families, then they build gates Sow holes in our brain like life is an earthquake Stole our language so we couldn't meditate Even in the schools where the teachers taught hate Falsify history, everythin is fake Use your third eye when you dealin with snakes Let freedom ring, Born Love Allah, see the king Save the children is the song I sing While I'm layin in the struggle absorbin the sun rays Holdin the children in the last days We're livin like slaves, modern day style Save the children, make em cry for me now Save the children, make em cry for me now [Outro: Culture] Cry for me now, no sight killin Yagga yaw, them try kill me now Yagga yaw, dem cry for me now Save the children, Dem cry for me now Ya all pigs, you nah You ya, yea yea, God is with us Bad man nah know, cry for me now, blaow! [Skit Outro: Cappadonna (?)] Yo, man, I ain't got nothin to say to ya niggas, man Word up, just get the album or get the fuck lost (Be like, fuck it I'm done) Yeah, (God bless, good night)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Struggle With This[Intro: Cappadonna] (... it's like I'm back in the guts, the worlds The streets, the projects, it's always a struggle No matter what you do) Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this [Verse 1: Cappadonna] All ya'll fake ass niggas, what you know about this? Album after album, like I don't give a shit And you still writin', you ain't flippin' no bricks And you got a big mouth, but you ain't go no hits You just a squirrel in the path, about to get ran over Your talk game is good, but where your Land Rover? You never had a whip, you never had no chips You was lookin' for Don', while I was takin' long trips Came back to Park Hill and I flexed my kits Smoke greens with ya'll niggas, come on, get a grip Stop frontin' like you can't see.. (what?) Deep down inside you wanna be like me And get a little more fame and a little more pussy But you so jealous of me, plus you kick dirt That's the reason why ya'll niggas can't work.. Yo, yo, come on, ya'll, struggle with this [Chorus: Cappadonna] We up early in the morning, and all night We keep the armor of Allah on, ready to fight Come on, ya'll, struggle with this, keep it tight Because I, am, thee, un-, ordinary life! [Interlude: Cappadonna, (King Just)] Yeah, come on ya'll, struggle with this Come on ya'll, struggle with this Come on ya'll, struggle with this (Aiyo, Cap, one of those round math') [Verse 2: King Just] I'm rarely seen, cuz I'm out, chasin' my dreams Microphone fiend, way before I was a teen Mitch Green niggas all get punched in they eye Challengin' the champ, like I won't take their pride Or kick they hide, from here to the Westside Tell you rest in the flesh, even the best done tried Comply, or you'll be assassinated I'm dated and faded, download it and save it I made it, easier for the media So you could understand me, without the slang Enclyopedia Stay weeded up, like the kettel gettin' headed up Talkin' bout the kid, but I already beat it up In the cut, like peroxide, or iodine Optimus shine, here to decline your slot time Rock rhymes on point like a porcupine And if my ass get left back, I'mma catch up/Ketchup like Heines And define definition of an M.C Tempt me, I ain't got a lot to give, I got plenty Since you went from 103 to 104 Them dumb ass broads talkin' 'bout them more and more From shore to shore, I laid down my law And walk my Adidas on Colleseum floors Score like Fugee, Rhyme & Reason first movie I ain't gon' rest til I see Flex black a tooly One bad mooly, who lost his cool-io With this Julie ho, gettin' brains in the studio Figadoh! Return of the phantom of the opera Pop a collar, pop it for Mr. Popular I could see through binoculars that you've been watchin' us Your best bet is to get your money set and start coppin' us Before the deeds knock us, and push petal charges And fall off the face of the earth like slaughtered Sergeant [Interlude: King Just, (Cappadonna)] Come on ya'll, struggle with this (yeah, do it, right) Come on ya'll, struggle with this (Staten Island, stand up) K.J. all day, Donnamite (get fucked up) Come on ya'll, struggle with this [Chorus: Cappadonna] We up early in the morning, and all night We keep the armor of Allah on, ready to fight Come on, ya'll, struggle with this, keep it tight Because I, am, thee, un-, ordinary life! [Interlude: Cappadonna] Yeah, Hollyhood, come on, ya'll struggle with this [Verse 3: Cappadonna] I've been strugglin' a few years, now I'm back All ya'll stupid muthafuckas best to learn how to act I ain't here to rap with you or here to clap with you Cappadon', I'm just back on the map with you Plus I'm gettin' it hot, ya'll hatin' ass niggas not gettin' a lot Scheming like a fiend and when the joint in the block Know you can't get down, nigga, what you got? Big Don' beyond plot, stay low in the block With the Glock, told them niggas in Crimestock Hold ya head, it's gonna pop Keep comin' home, we gonna rise to the top Like one in the dome, nigga, we refuse to stop Don't get it twisted, the Bees gon' drop But the heat's still rising and ya'll gonna get it It's me, Big Cappadon' with the fitted And my goretex shit with the FUBU knitted And I'm coming back for all ya'll niggas that shitted Kid back off, my thoughts make you wanna clap off Run from Don, I tear the wax off Osama Island, nigga we been wildin' Struggle with this, come on ya'll, fuck talent! [Outro: Cappadonna] Struggle with this, put that work in Come on ya'll, struggle with this Homicide Hill, come on ya'll, grizzly Struggle with this...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Born in N.Y.C.[Cappadonna] I was born in New York City, September 18th In a Jewish hospital in Brooklyn, my body was clean I was known as a bastard child, and my pop left early Muthafucka, I ain't know his style I was raised by my step-dad, that's my father A good married man, plus kept a revolver Taught me not to hit ladies out, I don't really need 'em Never trust 'em hoes, know how to read them And my step-father split, I was out on my own I was only 17, but I thought I was grown I sold crack before I got my hands on the chrome At the same time, I had chicks giving me dome My girl claiming she virgin, not wanting to bone I did a one-to-three for cracks, and I came back home Seeded my girl up, but I was still on the roam I was out in Body Brighton, straight marking holmes Me and my nigga RSC, that's my doolah debt brother We held each other down, watch out for undercovers Eight months later, got knocked again Praying the lord lift me up, I got dropped again Cops took my crack money, stopped again Then they put me in the cell, and they locked me in My good girl turned savage, and she whopped my friend I did the bid, came down on work release Cut my girlfriend off, start working the streets Hustlin', doing whatever so my seed could eat My girl didn't get along, we always had beef Me and my seed relationship started to get weak Rapping at the same time, started to get deep My life got crazier, then I out stand it A year and a half later, my crib is surrounded I slipped off lovely, now I'm up in the Bronx One the Grand Concourse, that's up in New York Police scaring my mother, and they was calling the fort Harassing my peoples, cuz they want me in court So I turned myself in, they staight sent me to Sing-Sing I ain't new to this shit, though, I be doing my thing-thing So I did my violation, kid, nine in the mohawk Where niggas cut niggas and them dogs show off I bugged out for a minute, they put me in the box Kid, I did my time in jail, I carried my ox Never fronting where I come from, I carried my block Now I'm back on the set, and my darts is hot Same time my Wu-Tang niggas started to pop I was battling these MC's, way before that joint called Ice Cream Land, and you couldn't understand, how I claim my spot Razor Sharp Records signed me up, straight off cop I was shooting videos now and mixing the drinks Me and my dogs Rae & Ghost dropped a joint called Cuban Linx Mad groupie love, minage's and minks On the down low, my rep started to get bigger Everybody that didn't know me was like "whose that nigga?" Next thing you know, here comes The Pillage Hit you in the head, ramsack ya village Way before you rappers, turned into killers The Five Percent Nation had the game on Knowledge of Self To showin' all of ya niggas how to get the dollars for delf A lot of ya'll smart niggas went to college for health But I'm ghetto all of my life, my cards were dealt Might slump you over my paper, fuck the belt I'mma keep spittin' my darts, til my words are felt Poppy Wardrobe King, ya'll ain't know how to dress I told ya'll in Winter Warz, I was Staten Island's best Never told you the story though, I was taking a rest How I started blowing up, niggas getting upset Yo, I'm known as Original, in my projects I'm known as Cappadonna, in my projects And I'm try'nna write something, my readers could digest The Yin & Yang came different, I began to fall Problems with my click, it's no longer all for all Me and my Baltimore niggas, ready to brawl So we slipped up in the gate, like Taj Mahal The Clan was on the stage, they was holding the ball Then Ghost gave me the mic, my verse got avoided Me, Dust Dap' and Ed, was paranoided The money might of made it, but the money destroyed it The rumors circled how the Clan, they dissed Summer Jam Rose up against the system, we all got banned Some of the lost generation don't know who I am I'm on that Theodore shit, like I told you I can From crack sales to grams, the guns, the fams Weeds, the ecst' pills, plus crushin' the fans I see where them idiots be tuckin' they hands That's why I'm always on the grind, never ducking my plansEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mamma[Intro: sample] “What ya said to me… about me…” “What ya said to me… said so…” “Said so much… said so much you just up…" [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Mamma what you said to me it really touched my heart I wanna thank you For helping me write this dart And if it wasn't for you ma' I would've never had a start Cause you taught me how to read Taught me how to take my time and never speed Taught me how to hold my neck back when my nose bleed I love you Mamma, espescially for the fact That you ain't have to take my shit While I was in the streets, whylin' out, jugglin' bricks Hustlin', sellin' crack, catchin' 'em vicks I love you Mamma, cuz in the Bricks That's just how it gets [Chorus: Cappadonna] Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Mamma, what you said to me, yeah, that's what's up You taught me how to keep shit real and when my gun bust Keep it low, keep on the go Just incase keep peepin' the Po Mamma loco, yeah kid yeah that's my true nigga I beat ya ass for actin' up know what to do nigga My moms and your moms might've went to school nigga When Pops left Moms was the disciplinary She taught me how to love them women and pop they cherry Take money, cut time and stab Jerry Plus I remember what you said to me Mamma and I don't have to worry Dear Mamma, after work meet me at the Ferry [Chorus: Cappadonna] Dear Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart [Verse 3: Cappadonna] You know I love you Mamma jJust because you my true team You rose me as a real King somethin' for the Queen That's why I always stay focused, keep my nose clean Watch over my family, whoever intervene Fuck all y'all niggas, tryin' to stop my dream Block my cream, Mamma I'll pop my steam Just how you taught me, Mamma bail me out Jakes still caught me, Thank you Mamma, I'll make ya a lil' coffee The things that you said to me, it hit my mind softly You a strong woman, and Mamma won't abort me We used to live in Brooklyn, but you SI New York'ed me [Chorus: Cappadonna] Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that Mamma, I'm really missing you, I really miss youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Don’t Even Know You[Intro during Chorus: Cappadonna] Uh, yeah! Yo! [Chorus: Cappadonna] I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Peep the scene, remember Cappadon' from Ice Cream I got my nice clean, my ice beam, my nice jeans Pillage For Life Team, we fight schemes, we bite Beans We mic fiends, we the light means We be ignitin' the scenes, we be enlightin' the teens Spicin' up my mental cuisines, my blunt steams My stunts screams, I hunt the princess and I hunt Queens Get a Dutch and I dump my greens No seeds in my weed, it's like tangarines But I'm spaced out, muthafuckas, and I'm dope fiends [Chorus: Cappadonna] I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Yo, I'm back on the set, like me and the kid LuLu Fuckin' with the ill hoes that eat doo-doo Dressed up Manhattan style, walkin' the poodle They put period blood inside noodle On a curious tip, they drop voodoo That's why when we see a bitch, man, we like "Yo, bitch, who you?" You know my style, my whole crew keep a nice shoe Original Don', slut, do you [Chorus: Cappadonna] I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Yo, I'm a hot piece, my top piece, they top crease I knock beef, I drop teeth, I lock heat I boxbeats, I rock cleats, I stop sheets I pop a ecst', and I pop treats, my clock beeps With the pussy, my cock meets, my block creeps Shockin' ya peeps, my police gut is wop ya niece We big niggas and we like broccoli's Never let the Ox' leak, we top cheeks [Chorus: Cappadonna] I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hustle & Flow[Cappadonna] I, am, hustle & flow I do whatever I do to get that dough Used to sell tour raps at the 1-6-Oh Got caught wit the raps up under my coat Feds locked me up, on the Staten Island Ferry Boat Alot of niggas used to stuff they raps wit soap Yo, I hustle all the time like I'm pushing the dope Got rap like an E pill, rap ecstasy Yo, the rap shit, kinda like sex to me When I bust one nut on the M-I-C Hustle for the neck nut, never hustle for free Yo, I flow wit the hustle when I spit my G Aiyo, I, am, hustle & flow I'm a hustler, hustle mad rap wit GZA We shoot you wit that shit, that make you shiver Fiends line up, flows that attack the liver Suffocating in your vein like dirt in the river Nigga taught Cap rap, that broke the cow's back You high all night like where those dudes at? Narco's on our tail, running fast in the building trynna block our sale We got raps coming out our ass Hustle and flow, nigga, rap in a stash Bring those bottles back, get that cash Rap re-up, two get a nigga three up Hustle all night, baseheads still be up Staten Africa, niggas catch malaria Raps stuffed in my sock, watch out nigga Yeah, he's the carrier I, am, hustle & flow I do whatever I do to get that dough I, am, hustle & flow I do whatever I do to get that dough Sell rap under the trees, in the Congo Some Puerto Rican stashed rap in the bongo Don Kaneesh, sell raps, take the risk I got lawyer, track down all my shit So just in case you wanna cop more heavy None of ya'll rappers don't have to worry Cuz I'm good wit the hustle and my flows is crack Yeah, I'm talking bout rap, jeans, hoodies & Nikes I see the pigs coming when they flash the lights Now get dough, I am hustle & flow I, am, hustle & flow Aiyo, hustle everywhere, hustle rap like ki's Anywhere I hustle my rap, I watch for D's Dickhead niggas try to bite my steeze Stop trying to sell your raps around my blocks Yo, your shit sound garbage and you making it hot You ain't hip hop, nigga, ya'll rap is pop Yo, my flow so good, I might get me a spot Niggas don't want me to come up, the hustle is lethal I sell it to the kids, I love the people My shit sound crack like cooked up blow I told ya'll, I am hustle & flow I, am, hustle & flow I, am, hustle & flow Hustle my raps, kid, everywhere I go I, am, hustle & flow Do whatever I do, to get that dough, hollaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Speed Knotz[Intro: Cappadonna] Hold me down yall Smitty, Yo that Smitty right there Ohh shit they murked Smitty, Yo, Get up Ohh shit, Yo, Niggas murked Smitty Staten Africa, Put your hands up [Cappadonna] The wrath of God through a deadly mic, I bring life Touch the blind and bring sight to em Killa Bees on the swarm I get Devils to fight through em Staten Africa, It's no turning back, It's a massacre Fire and Brim Stone, Ja Rule Thirty-six chambers of bangers unite for the fight Get your mind right, The armor of God crush your phasod Allah Ho Akbar, Hit you real hard, Snow flakes the size of ice balls Graffiti on the walls like hieroglyphics, Time ticks Nobody know the hour, God Cipher Divine, Fetal through the lines Knowledge of signs, Chaos of the world, Famine and pestilence Burn an incense, It's intense, We found the evidence And finger prints on the army tents, U.F.O.'s in the conference To guard my circumference, Spear forcefully Watch out, Spies in your house, Yo you best get out [Interlude: Cappadonna, (Sample)] Come on, Uhh, This one is like a fresh salad (Shaolin shadow boxing, If what you say is true The Shaolin could be dangerous) To all of my dun-duns [Percise] I don't like to bend my knees, I spit metaphors and similes Against wars, Rims, And Bentley's, And although they do tempt me Still I practice self and represent what is left Of the truest E-M-C-E-E I don't look down my nose, I never mug, Frown, Or pose I just take control of the dispersed black soul Then cock back let it go, Didn't re-cop at a store Just let it bang, Spit the slang, Never let these niggas know In a freeze I go face, Even when the World got me dazed I show face And never would I ask for your praise, I'm too humble and soo shy But never take my kindness for weakness I'm still rep'n South Side til I die Cross my heart and swear to live, I gotta do it for the kids And the greatest of all time and don't know what time it is I use thirty-six chambers to wake em up Labody and Cappadonna slap you with nunchucks like pssshhhhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy A-Alike B-Alike C-Alike[Intro] Wut' up world this is Cappadonna I'm back in the buildin', I'm chillin' Big up to my offspring and all of them Starlita and my little daughter and all of them, Starsia Ya know what I'm sayin', Caprice My homie squad, little Garret Jr Ya know what I'm sayin', original Tayzeen, Angelo Vaughn My man Supreme, ya know what I'm sayin' We in here, straight up, yo.. [Verse 1] Somebody gotta tell me that the world gonna end Everythin' we doin' now gonna come to an end God created us likewise, men and women Three fourths of earth's surface has got shit swimmin' in it But now to self preventative truth every minute The mind is infinite, I detect no limit Can't poison the gods, we see through your gimmicks Mind detects mind let the little star shine A-alike reflect light got the cure for swine Educate, wise up, never fallin' behind Love hella right, yeah took a fall one time But I'm back to retract all the right and exact Add on to light bill power, niggas subtract Got caught in the serious act, Allah akhbar I've seen sins and they're foreheads scarred Tried to take away my happiness, but I studied too hard I'm like new music right now, good in the yard Hate the belly in three separate rate in our squad 360 degrees we form and revolve All the way around the world then them back in them tall?? carts Bringin' in the high science like good report cards [Chorus] A-alike, B-alike, C-alike, reflect light Young brothers growin' up gotta respect right You can neva' be a part of this, with you to neglect tight All you gotta do is read and you could perfect sight [Repeat 2x] [Verse 2] Let your mind absorb the energy as I convince thee Dig deep down inside yourself and set yourself free Get set yourself apart from which you used to be And get used to me, yeah I speak the truth from what I see Understand clearly, say it loud so the planet hear me Hip-hop nigga for real, knights and all that Do-rags tied to tha' back, know you could feel that Baggy jeans flow that'll rip the cordless Fit yo' hat shit that make you get on tha' floor quick Hard knock life, Rock the Bells kinda vibe Like Vibe magazine, mad colors and rides Killa bees on the swarm, all my brothers is wise You know I love hip-hop and it gets me high So when the zoo lit, all my fans know when I'm fried And I'm still somethin' where the beat's at, so I could build somethin' Few thoughts slayin', I'mma start to kill somethin' No matter how it go down, I keep the feel jumpin' [Repeat Chorus 2x] [Outro] To all my dawgs man, just pumpin' that iron Word up, keepin' that rice in that pot Single arrowsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Gang[Born Divine] Yo, your boy Born back, one hot track Another masterpiece for all my hood niggas The sting in the street, trying to survive, man We gotta get right and take care of fam So we hustle son, and play the block heavy I never snitch and never ran, when the chops sweat me I earn my stripes, listen, from the streets to prison Niggas know me, dog, and my divine mission I got the game now, like me and money green On the compound, yo, this a lock down And yea as clear as dawn and harm city Born Reppin' B-More for life, with that heat drawn I'm bout to take off boy, light years gone Lightspeed on, I breeze by, like whooo The way you going, to the top, man I can't stop fam, can't you niggas, tell? Look at this cartel, we moving weight now My CD's jamming like they told vows My flow so different, with so many styles Plus my voice ill, you boys better chill Cuz my fam kill, shhh, don't squeal Wheels peel out, and the darkness appear Like roaches when they see the lights You better get it right, cuz we ain't come to fight, ight? [Cappadonna] Sick with the flows, I spit for hoes I grind everyday, fuck cheeks in they holes Spark my yae, I'm still ghetto, with t-shirts Jeans hard and stiff, I don't give a fuck Shit, my Skwad is thick, we don't fall back Fuck, we in charge of the shit, fly suit, red Havana Joe's Muslim oil, I'm hood, nigga, what? Man, you know I'm spoiled New York City, what, you know I'm loyal Baltimore City, I got love for you Popped off the first time that I ever saw you Murdaland mixed with New York music It's something in the cosmic, making me use this I move slick, jump over cunts, prostitutes bitch Get up to my hair, the grooves is a bitch The Better Life, more papers, hoes and fishsticks Biscuits, sneak 'em in the club, icepicks Me and Clayborne, yo, we keep us a nice chick The police they ain't got us in they vicegrips [Little Clayway] Chilling in a nice whip, staying on some real shit Look kid, we got skills to pay the bills, and eat a meal, for real Even if a nigga gotta get killed I'mma get mine, fuck standing in that checkline, waiting on the government I'd rather grab the tech nine, fuck, go through hard times All the time, it's rough on the brother Got the d's, to stick up hoes and my baby mother Not a lover, I gotta use the rubber with the chick Can't trust her, child support sending me case numbers Game is sour, streets going under Uh, money is power, we ain't getting younger Yo, I'm like a lion with a five day hunger And I shine like the sun, in the middle of summer Uh, give me a beat and I flip that Start a record label and show you how I did that Give me some dat, you know it cost niggas some stacks Plus a nigga did it from scratch Used to be pushing them cracks, when a nigga had BBS's on the Ac', caught a flashback Grown now, speaking on facts Still talk slow when I rap, my nigga Cap My nigga Born in the back Wu-Tang, Clayway, what's fucking with that? [Chorus 2X: Cappadonna] My gang gon' kick ya'll ass My gang gon' kick ya'll ass My gang gon' kick ya'll ass And stomp ya'll niggas out [Outro: DJ Fontane] Yeah, the Better Life Movement Masterminds Productions Your boy DJ Fontane, Clayway Records You know how we hold it down Wu-South, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy That Staten Island Shit[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo, Check it out man All yall dudes, And all yall chicks Pay that money at the door, Getting searched Don't try to place the razor under the sneaker Don't try to put that gun up in your wig yo Cause I can see you, Diglah, Yo, Check it out Up in the club like what You know what it is man, Me and my whole clique, Yo [Chorus: Lounge Lo] It's that club type shit, That make you nice It's that Henny in that cup without that juice and ice It's that gang banger shit, That make you bleed This that Staten Island shit, Yo that smack a weave [Cappadonna] Ayo, All in the club like what, Balling it up Bebe Con Dunks, Strut when I step in the cut Got my eyes on honeys and I'm feeling they stuff Me and my man Luck Star yo we back in effect Got them hard ass beats like we packing a tech And everybody in the joint steady breaking they neck Got thugs in the back mixing greens with wet Moe spilling on my clothes and the party is set I go for real all night til the sun start to rise And I'm back on the block again flipping them pies Me and my man Luck Star bagging all of the chicks While they getting they eagle on yo we hop on they tits Make em lean back some more on they can hop on the stick And nobody can stop us, We caught in the mix Got that fresh gear on like we caught in the flicks Grab sweeties by the waistline, Rubbing our shit Come on tell me that you like my moves Go baby girl, Tell me how you like my grooves Got baggy jeans on with my Timberland shoes Ride honeys from the back and they loving the cruise Step right to my business, Any shorty I choose Put it all up in her dress with she shake in her shoes Me and my man Luck Star stay thug'n em out Kiss em while they on the dance floor yall Straight bug'n em out Got haters on the sideline, Cussing em out Can't wait to get em home, Start bust'n em out If they don't wanna act right, Start smut'n em out Make em drink more Henny, Start gut'n em out Rock a big fat chain, King Tut in the house You can't knock Don, That's what the hustle about [Chorus] [Cappadonna] I need a chick that can shake her ass, She know how to move Got plenty of cash, Got the glow like Stacey Dash In the buggy eyed Benz, Keep a Glock in the stash Rock Perry Ellis, Liz Claiborne slacks With a body like Eve and her ass is fat Always down for a nigga, Never giving it up You know her stuff stay tight while we living it up Take trips out to Paris yo, Sip'n it up Dine at the ill spots, Yo we tip'n it up I take two or three chicks, Not giving a fuck Call little clay waist, Start pack'n the truck It's like that, Take a cruise and I'll be right back All the chicks on the block wanna know where I'm at I like em classy, All the way down to hood rat With your Timberland boots on, Scarf to match Army fatigue with your tight jeans, Face is means Getting the type of chick tryna make my Queen And it really don't matter to me Cause I'm looking at your ass and that shit got fatter to me [Chorus] [Outro: Cappadonna] Yo, Throw me that four-four Booger Foot CityEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Street Flavor[Intro: Cappadonna (Rush)] Uh-huh (yeah) uh-huh (my fuckin' Street Flavor) Fuckin' ping-pong head (Ratchet Rush) Street Flavor (fifty-one, thirty-six) Street Flavor Ya new neighbor, nigga (give it to ya niggas one time) Betcha jump up on my dick now, shit is bonkers... You fucking idiot [Rush] Wicker man, trigger man, post on top of the hill Get a Gram', flip a grand, try and hop through a mill If I blew the steele, concealed at the top of my sweats I pop you for real, aim for the top of your chest Fuck the respect, power's all I need today In that LC Lex so I can speed away, you know? I don't think so, I didn't expect you to You got powers, plus cops posted next to you Listen to the cash flow, rap flow like Fidel Castro, asshole, dude you get in the shell Oooh, we sippin' the L, cee-lo, blowin' sticky-sticky Navigator posted, sittin' high on them mickey-mickeys Watch 'em drop fifty in yo city, from that icky-icky Calico, strip 'em shells through your whole residential See only presidents be blowin' spliffy like a rasta wit me That chopper with me, pop a copper just for actin' iffy Leave 'em stank and pissy, Cali pearl handle murder murder Burn by my sermon, I'mma hurt 'em when I turn it on 'em Steady serving on 'em, swervin' 'on 'em in that fishy-fishy V12, Lex drop, blow ya top, tippy-tippy [Cappadonna] I destroy mics quick, leave parties crippled Get down on the track, just sweat and ripple Start commotion when I rap, my steeze'll get you Only if you hood for real, my steeze hit you Butterfly fuck niggas, bees'll sting you Niggas that sling dope, I hope the d's don't get you Stay on the low, kid, breeze with the pistol For all my real niggas get g's with the pistol Hold your hood down, nigga, cheese is the issue Raise your guns up, nigga, squeeze and let loose [Rush] Ready quickly niggas know I gets busy Made 'em lifty-lifty off the ground When the pound hit, at a miscy muffler's rap It ain't no sound bitch, now remy marty, marty crown With the light Bacardi, now I wanna fight somebody Nigga, pass the shotty-shotty, twizzy twelve gauge Mossberg with the stocks off, shoot ya block off With the mack when I pop off, fuck the drop off Take the paper straight to papi papi I've been cookin' cutter that's pitching on your blocky blocky Snitches try to stop me, sending word to the copy copy But I'm never sloppy, so I beat it, nigga watch me, watch me Like a big screen, fifty inches in the living room Just consider moves, that I make, type forbidden dude Niggas tend to do, what they see, like a baby baby Sonny acting shady with three eighties on they lady lady Maybe they won't play from a distance, lizzy long range This is strong game, like Gotti tephlon frame You stepped on chains, just respected to the Pocono's Cappa smoking bones, of that sticky-icky malibu Bizzy green as a moon, no, we gon' throw it up Put it in the air, Don pizzy P, Mo' it up [Outro: Cappadonna] Yeah, nigga, Street Flavor 4-4-3-3-0-6-9-7-6-2, nigga, we do what we gotta do Ratchet Rush, nigga Don Don, what's up Goon Squad Hooligan...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cap’s Back Again[Malcolm X sample] When you study the historic nature of revolutions You may change your goal and you may change your mind Look at the American Revolution in 1776 That revolution was for what? For land Why did they want land? Independence How was it carried out? Bloodshed Number one, it was based on land, the basis of independence And the only way they could get it was bloodshed You don't have a peaceful revolution You don't have a turn-the-other-cheek revolution There's no such thing as a nonviolent revolution [Cappadonna] The hard times, tough pain, heavy rains coming down on me (Cap's back again) Up all night, sleeping in the streets, life ain't treating right (Cap's back again) A fatherless child, escaped from work release, and plus blew trial (Cap's back again) Reptiles in the BM-Dub, lizards and fake wizards (Cap's back again) The dirty staircase, pissy hallways, I'm in the grind, always (Cap's back again) Twisted ass record deal, spiritual albums, I feel like Malcolm X (Cap's back again) Cab driver status, wild baby mothers, two sisters and two brothers (Cap's back again) Two tours with Ghost, the chrome toast, no calls from Rae (Cap's back again) Fall off, then I get back on, ya'll best to be warned (Cap's back again) From bum to rich, broke, back to fly again, baby what's what? (Cap's back again) The ill rapper, try'nna feed my triplets and still flip on this shit (Cap's back again) From New York to Baltimore, I'm coming hard, no matter what, kid, I still want more (Cap's back again) Cats is still sleeping on me, but so what, cuz these streets put a beating on me (Cap's back again) Two Benzes, Cadillac truck, head in the whip, still living it up (Cap's back again) I'm in the projects for life, pain so deep that it cut like a knife (Cap's back again) I'm going all the way with this, and to them stupid reptiles That admit they did this (Cap's back again) None of ya'll cats can see me, ya'll got it mixed up when you see me on MTV (Cap's back again) Forever pushing the pain, never fall back, it's like I'm pushing the train (Cap's back again) Fronts in the mouth, ACG's, golden brown army fatigues (Cap's back again) Momma in the housing, I'm trying to make thousands, what you gonna do now? (Cap's back again) Fake cats never show 'em no love, when I see 'em, yo, I'm throwing slugs (Cap's back again) It's all over for dudes, the time is now, Staten Island side chika-pow! (Cap's back again) [Outro: Cappadonna] Ping pong with this... It's how I be beating your head against the words... Diggaler, Deini, yo... Respect the king..., the first... Uh-huh, Staten Island stand up... Straight up and down, right here This is Tyzeen street music Crack barrels of rap... get 'em... yeah...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Money, Cash, Flows[Intro: Lounge Mode] Walk with us... Code:Red, speak up [Lounge Mode] I'mma set it from the front of the door and let it be known That I'm, settin' it straight and I'm comin' back home Cuz I told ya'll, the tank top hustle a lot But I'm a little dude and I still muscle the block [Crunch Lo] Aiyo, we comin' for the blocks, the aves and the streets The team stay on the grind cuz the fam gotta eat Dimes get bagged and sealed like it was work And ain't nothin' safe get ya teflon shirt [Remedy] Street life, drugs shit, money comes in bundles Thug shit, and terratorial rumbles Guns and in vintage, Don sweaters We love phat whips, exotic bitches, new Code:Red leathers [Cappadonna] Aiyo, my hood hate theyself The bitches love Don', cuz they mate theyself And niggas can't snake me, so they snake theyself And they just pussy to me, they rape theyself and they take theyself [Chorus: Cappadonna, Lounge Mode, Remedy, Crunch Lo] Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches [Crunch Lo] Aiyo, it's busy on the strip and they ain't too much rule So how many M.C.'s must I consume? Open up a nigga like a pussy womb So nigga, call ya orangutang Goons and baboons [Remedy] Who the fuck are you? That'll crew with me and two Maybe more, can't come, fuck, kick down your door, son You can have beef and not know it Some gas in a bottle with a rag, then light it and throw it [Cappadonna] We love, grindin' the honies and makin' the moneys Toss it up, lovely, breakin' the twenties And broke crews for a rap song, bakin' the sunnies Lay back lovely, shakin' the bunnies [Lounge Mode] It's the reason why they put me here, to blast off Cuz the rap game suck and I'm ready to crash course With an O-1 'Rari, smoked and tinted Who you know that shoot best when he's smoked and bented? [Chorus: Cappadonna, Lounge Mode, Remedy, Crunch Lo] Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches [Remedy] Yo, I'll jump in my whip, yo and run you over Pass the weed and the Dutch to the ciga-r roller From the Stat', with the shoulder strap holder Fuck Beans, fuck Free, fuck The Roc and Hova [Lounge Mode] Fuck the cops and The Roc, I'mma do whatever I come through rock a little wear, shoot who ever It's a Struggle, that's why I told ya'll I bubble Buck a thing, bust a thing, if you see I'm in trouble [Crunch Lo] Aiyo, I spit like a baby, a dog with the rabbies Bowlin' hot gravy, get spilled we too ill With the pill, emphatic slam Crunch to the Lo, to the rap, from the Stat's who I am [Cappadonna] Code:Red Entertainment I'm not just a client, I'm also acquinted Real respect real and it's all non-tainted Handcuffed in the courtroom, bitin' the plaintiff Run from the arraignment [Chorus: Cappadonna, Lounge Mode, Remedy, Crunch Lo] Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches [Outro: Lounge Mode] Yeah, man, aiyo Slash You tell Jay, right, that we gon' get this joint poppin' right Lo gon' come with us in a minute, call Shockey up And then we gon' rock it out, knawhatimean? So, just in case, you got bucked, you make sure he got that thing And we gon' move, let's go baby, right here, move..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blood Brothers[Intro: Cappadonna & Lounge Mode] Blood Brothers! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! (Staten Island niggas) Blood Brothers! [Verse 1: Cappadonna] All y'all hatin' ass MC's Run 4 Cover Long live Cappadon' that's word to mother I'm a Staten Island slike nigga straight from the gutters And every time you see me, I always got the butters And the fat chick on the low, ready to flow I carry guns, cracks, ounces of blow Travel across the globe, show after show We fuckin' ho's all night, that's the goal And there's a bunch of y'all niggas that's feelin' the O But do I give a shit about y'all? I don't think so I clap one of y'all niggas and leave you flat And the rest of y'all bitch ass niggas'll fall back It's the C-to the A-P in ya mouth Cold stab y'all niggas, what the fuck y'all talkin' about? [Chorus: Cappadonna & Lounge Mode] Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! [Interlude: Cappadonna] Homicide Hills, Staten Island That's what it is [Verse 2: Lounge Mode] Aiyo, Cap, what you speak about? Niggas still frontin' Like we ain't got shit to make a cat start runnin' What? We blood for life, we thug for life Y'all remember in the crib when we bugged at night? Mama Love always screamed on us And sometimes, not all the time, Daddy dropped CREAM on us Motherfuckers wan' get it gully back to back Take it back to eighty-six when we wrapped up crack And we ride together, rhyme together Eat together, talk shit and sleep together In the Hood we pack eat together What you think? Y'all niggas keep frontin' I'ma bleed ya leather L-O be blunt, speak twice, speak it up How you feel about fam dogs sneakin' up? [Chorus: Cappadonna & Lounge Mode] Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! [Verse 3: Cappadonna] What's wrong with y'all? I'ma sing a song for y'all Pop off 'til I get along with y'all I'ma stay strong with y'all Knucklehead niggas, Shaolin volume two Stuck the stacked knives, bigger than pistol Pop the pistol at the police that's disturbin' the peace Hard times on the block, guns and hair grease I'm just tryin' to eat, nigga, and stack cheddar I don't think I'm better, I'm just a true blue nigga But the hood is redder Kid the way I do things is my only vendetta Original Don Don, and jelly green Nike's on kid the green leather I ain't sweatin' shit for bringin' fam dogs together And my big dick go right in ya heffer [Chorus: Cappadonna & Lounge Mode] Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Way 2 Zion[Intro: Culture (Cappadonna)] Speak wit I'm em, I'ma watch this Ah ah ah, Cappa, Cappa Keep ya head to the sky (Keep ya head to the sky) Keep ya head up (Some things might just change, right? Keep ya head to the sky) Ya hear? [Cappadonna] Keep ya head to the sky, not for a mystery God But times are hard, take a look around Poor people treat ya brother as a equal Snuffin to be found on the ground These ain't the faces of a clown We the meak, God bless us whenever I speak My job is to teach, even if I drink, sex on the beach My mind is still in reach Never too far away from the pains of today And I say, comin in, my brothers gotta pass away Before we come together and pray, God is the way One of my sisters ran astray, jail with my people is the long hallway I see it like the eyes of Kunta Kente, we all gon' pay Children away from judgement day I respect Jah Selaseai, some things money can't buy And I tell you no lie, keep ya head to the sky [Chorus] Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky Some things money just can't buy Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head up Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky [Cappadonna] Only the flesh die, but the soul is forever I'm all for God, lovin the father, don't bother If you can't follow, mind's are hollow Never a thug, even though I sold drugs to survive It's all over, now I'm sober, I'm not a Roc-A-Fella or Jay-Hovah I'm just one soldier similar to P, I shed light G-O-D to the fullest, these thoughts are like bullets Hit you out the ordinary but don't worry I'm like the fort singin on the ferry The fairy Godfather from Park Hill Trynna to rip the face off a bill Now it's God will, like a ex-crack head said I'm like a fed, stuck in my head be the real information What out for Satan, waitin for you, hatin for you You a thug or a blood, get ya mine outta The Flood It's mine, I'ma flood, tryin to show y'all love I'm trynna rise above, ain't no time for crime These the bad days of time, under oath I can't lie And if I die, rhymes will spend you on right Be strong, keep ya head to the sky [Chorus] Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky Keep ya head to the sky (Whoa, whoa) [Cappadonna] Divine, I can see in ya mind Choppin wit ya mental, praises been due Thanks praise what I've been to, it's real Sign by the 'Ville, dude without a deal With God I'm survivin, it's not about drivin the Benz I got the ends, but I still need friends, so I can share my love Forget a club, brother push come to shove I'mma cry for my mother in the Hill, helped me to build On times are to ill, only she could make the black man chill Even not to steal, drivin through Park Hill Most of the time I was high, wildin for a small piece of the pie Me and Ghost sat down and ask ourselves why Did time in jail, when everythin else seemed to fail Most started the bail, it was hard to get the mail And separated from my seeds, now I'm tellin the tale Cuz in the fire I preceeded to burn Then my father bless me wit another turn He taught me to be more concerned Like a grandmother makin me learn At one sixty, that's how it it is It's not about show biz We deal in the orphanage, keep ya head to the sky [Outro: Cappadonna (Culture)] It's a privelage, keep ya head to the sky Keep ya head to the sky (Buck buck buck buck, whoa) Keep ya head to the sky (Why? Keep ya head to the sky) Keep ya head up (Whoa) Keep ya head to the sky (What? Buck buck buck buck buck) Jah Selaseai (Buck, you will make it) Keep ya head to the sky (You know you been Whoa, whoa, whoa, you been partyin You been eatin pork, keep ya head to the sky What? Whoa) Blood to see, we out (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Gods who respect (Whoa, you, whoa) Check it out (Buck buck buck buck) You know No hatred, no hatred, go head (You made it) Just keep ya head to the sky Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky (Buck buck, whoa, whoa, whoa You know you made it, whoa Whoa, keep ya head up, whoa Keep ya head up high) YoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Growth & Development[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah, yeah, summertime, New York City, stand up Staten Island, stand up, whoo, yeah, it's a beautiful thing Gotta bring the colors out now, I got the Nikes The new things, two bangers, shit is banging song Ah, yo, yo, yo [Cappadonna] I'm in the hood once again, and I'm loving the vibe All my veteran muthafuckas, we be keeping it live Even down on G-Street, we be sick with the highs You niggas is growing up now, they slick with the five This kid got shot yesterday, Tamik died Yo, my projects is warm, but it's cold on the outside I'm still in the building, I live like I'm homeless Though I love my children, so we reunite once again I'm a lifeless feeling, yo, love for my fans, bring spiritual healing With the wisdom, to manifest the best, I feel blessed Living in the place where I call my rest Piss in the elevator, shit on the steps, help you appreciate your last breath What's up next? Call me collect Yo, Staten Island, Wu-Tang Forever and we paid our debt [Chorus: Cappadonna] As the night shine, and the people slept I came back in the game, I paid my respect Growth and development, bought me a check, yo, my mind is set As I sat by the window, and I find my texts Yo, my cab popped off, I got more assets And I love my seeds more than I cash my checks God save me... whoo... hook up with Don' [Hue Hefna] Dog, I'm from the same damn place where the Wu was built Where 2 Cent, Rakio and Boo Boo was killed Same hood where them crooked ass cops killed Kase And the judge don't do shit but smile in your face For the world, why should I, the only way I'mma get drafted Is by them baskets, playing ball til I die Temperature's, I rapped though, never had a jumpshot Fourteen years old, pro basing for one Glock Focus on the fortune and the fame, the glamour and the glitter Here now, I ain't joking with you lames The money was the first love in my life Fell in love with law, but look at Todd G like my wife Been a long time, I'm getting it right In a better position, an opportunity to better my life Freestyle, better off when I write I'm a lyricist, you one hitter quitter Like Whitney and Mike, the rebirth, now we getting it right Hue Hefna, Cappadonna, Q-Dini flow Spitting it right, yeah [Chorus] [Lahluga] Why them blind eyes think they can see, what's really happening? Build with the O.G.'s, Dini, Donna captain Y.G., Louie the God, swift and changable Dance with the wolves, but yet, we still remainable I rep peace, don't eat red meat, like beast When the beef's all over, still the truth be speak Put away the heat, teach on peace, move by feet Walk across the hot desert, your style is weak Number 7, old two step, that's what it do It's the hood classic, like a barbeque Misunderstood too, like the God son do Saying whose who, stay focused, but do you Even though I move different, I respect the Wu [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Away From the Door[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo! Get away from the door Everybody get the fuck back Staten Island, stand up [Verse 1: Cappadonna] I live a street life, nothin' but hard times and strife I be stuck on the block try'nna make things right Sold crack for a living, now I could write Not just for the paper, for the sacrifice Vibe with me, the cops come ride with me I'm all in the hood, yeah nigga, slide with me If the feds start lookin' for Don, survive with me Experience my ill pain, the broke windows in the rain Crackheads goin' insane Marlo stuck dope in his vein, lift him up Bodies in the back of the hood, stiffen up It get ugly and shit, why it gotta be this? We came a long way, fuck cheaters We don't wanna bust the Heaterz No speakin' on the phone, we don't trust receivers (yeah) Park Hill be the real niggas and Don' Divas (it ain't over, it just begun) [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Enough of your bullshit, my niggas'll pull quick Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious and I'll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it's On with the blast and it's, gonna get hazardous Niggas should know by now, niggas should know my style Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow! [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Why it gotta be like this Police fightin' us with night sticks, niggas carryin' ice picks Sometimes, niggas we do crimes, I ain't gotta tell you Niggas throwin' up signs, niggas shipped to Bellview Son, don't let coke dog smell you Run if you packin' something, do what I tell you Skate, nigga, never let jake nail you I got caught up in the grind but I fell through Now I'm back on the spot, keep my eye on you Make a phone call, kid, or put a spy on you.. And this is dedicated to all my niggas in the ghetto Big dimes and C Rule, jugs of Palmetto I'm in too deep and I just can't let go Catchin' my pain, real niggas that respect dough [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Enough of your bullshit, my niggas'll pull quick Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious and I'll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it's On with the blast and it's, gonna get hazardous Niggas should know by now, niggas should know my style Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow! [Outro: Cappadonna, sample of Louis Farrakhan] It's my world! Fucked up, stick 'em, ugh 2-4, Graveyard Shift The names and the faces have changed But the game, is still the same…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bartender[Chorus 2X: Rush] Bar-ten-der, let me buy a round for all my ladies Bar-ten-der, let me see what's kickin' game can do [Rush] Yo, the first night I seen ya, I admit Girl you had a thug on some "i'mma buy ya shit" Mama, if you need spice, I can re ya up I can be your sugar daddy, ice a g and up Or I can be that lost love missing in ya past Or that tingle on your tongue dippin' in ya glass Sittin' like a billboard, modeling the kiss Buy a shot of crys', a bottle for your click Followed by the slide in the leather hummer seat Any words given to ya, promise I'mma keep I'mma stay a thug, any drama found Guaranteed to hold my momma down I can make ya wrist freeze quicker than a cop Lose me when your close, sick of when you're not Liquor in the drop, rubbers in the glove Bubbles in the tub, now show a nigga love [Chorus 2X] [Cappadonna] I love it when I'm wit a fly chick Skin so pretty and an ass so thick I'm always in the club, I ain't worried bout shit Dipped on the regular, you see me with a bitch Even if I'm smoked out, I can't be scoped out Drink for the ladies when I pull my notes out Dressed in ya tight ass shit, the nipples is poked out Honeys lips was glossy, order the Henny's in the glasses that's frosty You never lost me, I was crushing them other hoes, what you expect? When you see me at shows, cracking mad bottles of Mo' See act cobra, she really freaky She look good, but she really sneaky Hit 'em with the apple martini, that's creepy Until she gets sleepy, that's my agenda Aiyo, bartender, order a round for the hoes that's going down [Chorus 2X] [Rush] Yo, now the question at hand, is, can I be ya man Take you to the beach, have sex in the sand The body should be banned with ya honey glow and tan If time is money, honey, you're worth a gram See I can make you love me, love me long time Can my tongue tangeray, and how I bump and grind The pleasure's all mine, forever and a day My foreplay is like a torpe', when I jay Fiesta, you got the look, I wanna know better Bartender, every one Henny and Amaretto On the house, cuz this could be my future spouse Got me cheesing the cheese, like the cat and mouse But no doubt, I get the job done like Big Daddy And we can both gangsta lean in mean caddy Cuz you'se a fatty, and I'mma fill ya cup Cuz I wanna sex you up [Chorus 4X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Night Love Affair[Intro: Cappadonna] What's up, now, write a love song [Cappadonna] The first time I saw you, it was love at first sight No DJ, the crowds or the cordless nights It was just me, I stood in front of you with the ice You had rooms at the hotel, I asked you the price You smiled at me, it was ever so bright I got your name and your number, called you the same night Me and this other chick, we're just having a fight You said hit you up whenever, you can make things alright We hit the club out in Towsden, Yellowman performing I held your hand tight, made your feelings start pouring Every hour's incredible, not a minute was boring That's what I like to do when I ain't out there touring [Chorus: female singer] Babe I hope you're calling me, tonight I wanna be with you, oh yeah, hey baby I just wanna lay with you tonight I wanna be with you, alright, hey baby [Cappadonna] Girl, I'm all caught up in a one night love affair But I be acting like ya'll don't care And no matter where you at girl, I'm always trying to be there Creep with you, even if it's only for the weekend Down in Baltimore, the fly spot eating Sometimes we be together just talking that love shit Like when I meet chicks at the club and shit It's not the same, I crush those hoes, I ain't playing games Cuz I don't want niggas to know that we on the low Sex on the roof, sex at the most Sippin' on Mo', you know you love how Original flow We caught up in a one night love, and I can't let go [Chorus] [Cappadonna] You might see me in the mall scoring Butter Pecan Ricans, with the fly Chocolate Deluxe Money ain't a thing, I might still spend a few bucks But you know Don, I wanna crush til the sun come up Breakfast on the beach, baby, the eggs all done up Hold you by the waist, while I suck your whole tongue up I'm caught up in a one night love, all strung up I might run after the chicks, sometimes it just wait Chill at the crib, and take 'em out for a date Keep it on the hush, and whatever we do, girl It's all between us, we got a good understanding We don't need trust, we laugh, you tell jokes, sparking a Dutch [female singer] Oh, love be, so special, so let's make love tonight [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Season of Da’ Vick[Intro: Cappadonna] Season of Da' Vick... [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Aiyo, Tim and 'em, yeah Tim from Down South Came to see what ya'll niggas, was talkin' about So yo, stop all the ego trippin' Tim put the clip inside the automatic, four-fifth it The analog rapper start riftin' Tim maneuvered up closer like Scott Pippen Look at the analog rappers eyes, water start drippin' Two cherry head niggas on the side bitchin' Three chicks walked across the street switchin' You heard the crank of a car key in the ignition Don' came around the block with the deep dish in This kid ran right in front of my whip, I stop dippin' Runnin' fast like in a flick, he start slippin' I ducked down slowly cuz I heard shorts rippin' (bong bong) Big Tim and 'em from Down South was flippin' [Interlude: Cappadonna] Yo, yo, what the fuck is goin' on? Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick... The streets is still watching... [Verse 2: Cappadonna] I'm a off the meat rack nigga, seat back nigga You know my 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 Put down ya darts it the extracurricular Poppy Wardrobe King, I'm thinkin' bout stickin' ya Wherever ya ho be at, I'mma stick my dick in her Bust ya guns off if you love how I'm gettin' ya Bump this shit in ya chromed out vehicular Me and my force, we gettin' nothin' but redicular Fuck Beans, none of ya'll niggas can get with us [Verse 3: Lounge Mode] Yo, I smoke weed, hit broads and like brains Like guns, like M-1’s and nice change When you see me, respect my jeans, respect my name Lounge Lo, respect the Lo, respect the bang See me in the street with the heat, respect my pain Park Hill cats in the back, respect my gang And I was brought up to, respect my elders Respect Miss Martha and respect Miss Felder A little kid, Mr. Big, respect the gig Respect my moms and respect my kids Cuz if you don't, then I got to disrespect ya crib And have me doin' hect', come and tech ya wig Now when I touchdown and bust down that dutch to smoke 'Cross the street in the two-seat with platinum spokes Bandana on my wrists, but I ain't claimin' no set Got mad sets to lay without goin' for broke I bust the heat, travel on the bust when I creep Cop that yae shit and come down, I'm back on the street Feelin' the vibe, fuckin' with Lounge, I'll kill for five And if you'se a bad boy, I'm killin' ya pride Two in the five, push like eight in ya side Stuff ya body in the truck and take ya ass for a ride, nigga [Outro: Cappadonna] Yo, yo, fuck is goin' on? Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick... Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick... Yeah, muthafucka...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy If it’s Alright With You (Park Hill) Pt. 2[Intro: U-God (Cappadonna)] Got shit, man... yeah... (yeah) What you want me to do? (Park Hill Projects, in effect Smackin' ya'll with the mic check Big Donna Jaybird, from around the way Straight up and down, check it) [Cappadonna] Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe King Splash a technique, every time I speak is sweet Do my thing official, be on the block with Blue Lampin', like a lamp post, playin' my post Donna begotten, 160 Park Hill, 36 rotten chambers of hell Yeah, it ain't hard to tell Acapell' drippin', it's the all time great Flippin', just to give ya'll the best on tape Check it, every morning when I wake up for breakfast I be thinking, what's gonna be my next shit Pop out the woodworks, gifted with the art Watch out for Don', let me shoot my dart [U-God] Water buffalo rhino, Staten Island, Verrazano Shake the ground decent like, three sticks of dyno' Damn, I'm nice, brought it right, fight back with tight grip Weed burst, the mic scar, ice packs and ice pick Fraudulent, sword swingers, door ringers My top style's the Moscow, I'm Stone Finger Exercise gun lip, message of a wreckage Fifty shell hot track, leakin' out the Lexus Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg bolders Cold Shop of Horror lyrics smokin' in my hosters Whippin' board, lingo 'Tang, hurricane, the holla Daily operation, bullet train, 'Tang off barber Eight seconds of horror style, wild buccaneer Round table revolving, on ten musketeers Think you, got all the riches, think you, polly with bitches You can run the fuck up on it, gotten with the kitchens, now [Cappadonna] The shit that I be writing, is hype and plus that The same muthafucka from the Island of Stat' Got you trapped inside flavor, locked down inside sound P.R.K. Tical, Masta K, the pronoun From the lost and found village, it's the rap Jesus Christ Pinned upon a record, mic nailed inside my right It's who, I the vessel, chosen, the rap slogan Walk up out the throne, black royal to be fockin' For outcome or ever, when words are put together Dug deep inside your mind, like new Donna did the treasure The map of Staten Island, X marks the Park Hill Fuck you with the skill, Donna business before pleasure Niggas out for Donna, then they wig gotta be measure For guillotine, routine, you heard and never seen Bloody mass murder, situation unclean When I blindfold your rhythm, ducktape around the microphone Wigs are getting pushed back, heads are gettin' flown Screams and yells, niggas is thirsty for acapells I meditate, coordination spark you like a jew-el When I show articulation, you format a rap status Man show articulation, those who violate the grain Is gonna meet the amputation, mind state minister Black Killa Hill Nation, father of Staten Island Bet the rock, nomination, down before the street And I ain't got no invitation to a Wu-Tang concert Killa Bee cookout, all praises due When I take my rap book out, I'm representing For all my Staten Island niggas From RZA Rah, all the way down to minor figures Stapleton, Now Born, West Brighton, the Harbor Peace to Method Man and my dunn, Dizzy the BarberEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We Know[Intro: Jermaine Dupri] Aha-uh-uh-uh-ah, aha-uh-uh-uh-ah, wassup? Wu-Tang, So So Def thang I know y’all ready for dat [Chorus: Cappadonna] We know the game, like we know time We know biz, like we know crime We know a TECH, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know wack And how to make a dope stack—we know, we know [Verse 1: Cappadonna] This years money and thug affiliation Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri colabiration AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation No busters, niggah what no imitations If one things not for cash and gold rings It's real shit you can feel shit, no basin' Hot bitches are rich, plenty ass chasin' This be that bomb shit, stop player hatin [Chorus: Cappadonna] We know the game, like we know time We know biz, like we know crime We know a TECH, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know wack And how to make a dope stack—we know, we know We know bad, like we know good We know the wold, like we know the hood We know young, like we know old We know platinum, like we know gold And how to get the fat dough—we know, we know [Verse 2: Da Brat] We know how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us Ya'll wanna get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to pressno Get fucked up, can't you tell by the way I talk It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks (queen when I crock?), pop any nigga like, red (buck?) I like sexiest crop more than ever, no mather how you wait, n' I seen us pray And when I slay niggas, I brutally burn 'em I turn them into church goers, then they'll die by serving? Pray for all ya, run for cover, When a disaster is behind us On the lose like mine and passing others? Dust, cuz we dont give a fuck about him Were's the blunts, we can't live without 'em We know how to get the money and hussle, we know How to split a nigga dawg, for fucking over they're dough We know, not to let a motherfucker get to close Cuz in this world we know, there ain't shit free so why work nigga? [Chorus: Cappadonna] We know the game, like we know time We know biz, like we know crime We know a TECH, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know wack And how to make a dope stack—we know, we know We know bad, like we know good We know the wold, like we know the hood We know young, like we know old We know platinum, like we know gold And how to get the fat dough—we know, we know [Verse 3: Cappadonna + Da Brat] We know this trouble, like we know hoes We know the style, like we know clothes We count bank, can we get dough What? Money and fast cars We can't let it go, Dupri and cappadonna kid We got the flow, shot callers Ya better be low, so what's on player? Your money with the Wu, it's all about paper What the fuck you wanna do, champagne all night We know the Streets, like we know heat We know what's right, like we love ice We know what's ill, like we're getting bills What? know what's love, like it's love is love Push, come the shove (What's ya'll gonna go with this shit?) Yeah, player—it's the Wu Four of us buyers, money on the label (Yeah) No fucking around, Gats on the table Getting money for life, That's how you say it's stable (Uh huh) [Chorus: Cappadonna] We know the game, like we know time We know biz, like we know crime We know a TECH, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know wack And how to make a dope stack—we know, we know We know bad, like we know good We know the wold, like we know the hood We know young, like we know old We know platinum, like we know gold And how to get the fat dough—we know, we knowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Grungy[Cappadonna] Yo, Check it out yall, Yeah And you don't quit, Yeah, I keep rocking on Keep rocking that shit till the crowd is gone Poppi Wardrobe King, The suits and ties The connect down in Baltimore, Pounds and pies Bids in the city jail, Plus the state bids Child support wars, Crazy kids Cab driver with the black Range, Better Life nigga Theodore Unit, Down with Trife nigga You might see me in the hood chilling with a white nigga Pushing something big with a tight insignia I'm a Wu-Tang reject, Special Ed with the pen Tore Tokyo down, Got my yen Disappear off albums and I fade off pictures Always getting stuck with these stink ass bitches Mad styles, Niggas is jealous Jumping all on my dick like a frank with relish I bleed pellets, Spit sperattic Crack a nigga cabbage open, Leave you stroke'n on the mic Darts lop sided and broken, Niggas is Hoboken Soho, Hoiten, Skimahorns at the top of they head I'm the last one to get that bread Jay Bird, Bags of herb, Coke, Crack, Dust Back of the bus, Back out of the cuffs Back in your wifie's butt Six-three ACG's, Valor's and stuff Keep grinding til my head hurts, Tours is ruff Whores never get enough of the team You better protect that neck motherfucker when you get that CREAM [Chorus: Cappadonna] Ayo, My turban is tight like, Selassie I the first Better yet like Sizzler Calungy I grab the mics and then I bungy A lot of yall niggas ain't grungy [G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] One, Two, Yo Cap my style is crusty, Like Sicilian pie square sliced Understanding Power God Muslim, Son I'm nice I left my kufi in your cab, Here's your turban This is my philosophy like I sample Weldon Irving Rappers know that wack compared to King Solomon Not grundy, I more grungy then an age infected dungy All we got in common, Venus, Birth, And methodology Giving all you dumb thugs a model for your psychology World traveler, Cryptic script unraveler The predictor, A Psalmist, A dead rapper embalmist Joe Cotton, My tongue's symbolic to a dagger Jay Bird you built a house that sheltered many of swagger A lot of these cats they lack the pain in they voice The fuck you been through, Yeah I was homeless, And Planetless But never ever poemless, Or talentless I made a compact with God to expose your cowardness [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Adams & Eve[Verse 1:] [Capadonna] I’m kill this track Like you violated the family I rock off of any beat These rappers not jammin me Do it like the Indian, guerilla or animal No matter what you pull out I’m still going handle you Plot and planned on me I’m harder to fade Mosh ink and mark go With the sharp flow I'll T bomb everything Like last soap and weasel Avenue crew shit, niggas got diesel I’m charged up All of my hoops is in the house Groupies wanna crush Play mad junk, get knocked up They get you locked up Might be up in the gym But yo i’m never stuck I tell the truth and i shame the devil Yeah And keep an insane watch With a crazy bezel Cause the time is now And I gotta stay ghetto so when I leave Everybody know I was sterile Bomp, bomp Gotta represent you [Verse 2:] [WonderWoman] Intoxicating The state that I leave you in I’m like a hallucinogen That rub I put you in Every bar, every verse that I hit you with Depicts a lyrist so extensive and proficient Yes I’m coming with that street shit Realistic O intense my heat text is 101 As vocalists is dawning Melting tracks like hot wax Plastic and molten lava My mental revolver Turning a glutton into a starver Better check that 36 chamber Leaving cynics in the mental clinic Have your thoughts rearranged And reversing stereotypes Yes it’s a dangerous combination No need for further explanation Ain’t nobody got time for smiling and faces Portraying roles that’s going place em We about to settle these cases Motherfuckers be on the lookout For a nigga with black hair [Verse 3:] [Capadonna] You can never keep a good man down And my flows unstoppable I step on any obstacle I keep boppin it I shoot from the top of the stoop Drivin the booth Hoppin the coop Take a break or shoppin’ it too Coppin a suit Knockin the booth nigga We killin everything Like we coppin a shoot Rot epinephrine With eyes that cut 10 Niggas betta run I’m bout to turn into a nutso Keep wildin’ out There will never be enough I got the new york fitted on Dutch is green White t-shirt, act, levi jeans Popin wardrobe To all ma niggas that ride doe Clean as a in [?] Deemin respect Hyenas invest My team is the best We beat it to death Yea motherfucker I be feenin for meth Cleanin everything like I’m cleanin the tech Me and my niggas come thru Like we genies in rap [Verse 4:] [Amar Divine] Feel like a thousand days A thousand nights Could write a 30 set collection Tribulations of life A mello-drama drama Mellow cause I stay with marijuana Semicolon, comma Pause that consult the lama its deep Coordinates is seldomly reached Beyond you mediocre thinking Intellectual geeks No describing these streets Explanation on my custom Yo liposuction, titty implants and cell abduction Don’t be cloning it You want the sperm out ma dick We do arithmetic Figure this shit Dominant, you recessive Stressing cause my flavors impressive The rest is only the ingredients to why your oppressive [Verse 5:] [Solomon Childs] I’m Blake Griffin in the optimum Ain’t no saving them Grizzly winters and summers Dead bodies in the hummers Shooting at the undercovers Why my brother wayne on nightline Fifty babies round my way dying Two to the head, one to the spine, jeft at the crime But I did the time, I ain’t give the feds no answers Runnin with niggas, that smuggle brick in da bra As well as their grandmama’s pampers Will kill your girl’s sister’s boyfriend like a [?] [?] suin in them red socks You no rasta cause you got dreadlocks Orange juice, moscato, moet, rasta boy Blowin that stick wiz kalifa, duckin the reefer In the six series, playin in the [?] Bumpin in that [?] murder inc Gadafi Capadonna street dreamer Monopoly The revolver is a bad bitch, Nicky swayze Shot with snow bunnies In the pum pum jeans shorts Daisy, coming out of baisley Surfing that osca pollo like them donnias And get them desert eagle red sonias It’s my time nigga word to gano, gone yo [Sample] Get that With ma lyric impact capadonna [x4]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stories[Cappadonna] Little Mike with the big head, He used to come around Rob niggas on the block like he wasn't getting feed He wore them all red outfits, His color was red Tear drop in the corner of his eye like Lil' Wayne Nose always running cause he sniffed cocaine He used to come around with JoJo in this little white truck On some South Shore shit, Like they ain't give a fuck Now I ain't supposed to tell yall they sell guns round here That cripple made dudes, And some got diarrhea Jugs on every block but we live out here And Staten Island be my nigga, Ben, Lilz, And Pop Beating niggas up on the ave and take they rocks Slim kid with the glass eye that know how to box Staten Island's popular son got cut with the ox See us racing down the terrace avoiding the cops Cracks be in they asshole make they asshole hot Run, If you ever pack a nice size gun Or get caught with that shit then you fucked up son [JoJo Pellegrino] Ayo, This one right here goes out for my Gee Street clique My G's from Gee Street, Stack G's on some G shit Narcs are circling sharks, Them Gee Street dicks Five bucks fills the Dutch, Them Gee Street Knicks Why my peoples had to go down for them Gee Street hits Yo, I smells a, Someone a Gee Street snitch Son slandered my name on that Gee Street strip Yo, Heard that Dread ran him off the Gee Street clique Picture hard to scale, It's heavy white, It's very hype But every night the block smell like chicken on the grill You ain't chef'n hard for real, You had ten grams B.C Before cooked, You wound up getting seven on your scale You shook, Stuck like the elevator doors Stoned like Scram, Leathafase and Kawz, What [3rd Diglah] Yeah, Yo you's a lame bitch Claiming you thing, You sang snitch Meanwhile meet with the Marshall pointing at named pics Your street credibility's shaky now You better relocate before them hood dudes eat your face But it seems you ready to meet your fate So I'ma guess that you ready to die, On some Carlito's Way So now you back on the ave, Two-five in the stash Looking for someone to blast, So you can see your grave Can't make no money now, Everybody's acting foul It's all cause you didn't have no money for trial We're not done yet, You see your way And yet you got gagged and hog tied, Corn chip You a Frito Lay, You better move out quick yo Leave those trays, And get snitching out your life son True G's don't strayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cap Is Back[Intro: Lounge Mode, Cappadonna] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Guess who's back? [Chorus: Lounge Mode] Aiyo, I thought I told y'all before that Cap is back And the bitches in the club said Cap is back I got them thugs over there that said Cap is back And them Bloods over there who said Cap is back [Verse 1: Cappadonna] I don't have to tell y'all niggas how it is in Da Struggle Police chasin' me down, niggas start to bubble Cracks and Blood niggas in the huddle It's rainin' cats and dogs, and kids in the puddles We still in the game like Poppy, Chad and P-Double Hard-headed niggas causin' the trouble Stank-ho niggas wanna see niggas behind the bubble So they could start fuckin' ya man Space Invadin' ass niggas takin' up land Tryin' to understand my ill pain No matter what you do I'mma still gain in Da Struggle (Fuck you, double, niggas shoot dope in the game This shit is serious) [Chorus: Lounge Mode] Aiyo, I thought I told y'all before that Cap is back And the bitches in the club said Cap is back I got them thugs over there that said Cap is back And them Bloods over there who said Cap is back [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Aiyo, it's not a game You play chess with life, end up in the flame Y'all snakes is five dollars and I'm about to make change Out of devious chicks and niggas that lack brains I'm on a whole 'nother level, kid feel me Yeah, nigga, it's the real me The project roaches, hoodrats, the broke TV You can't see me And let it be known that, any pretty ass chicks, nigga? I want that Voodoo ass bitches get thrown back You can't dethrown Cap Stay focused on the regular Be in the Hoopty with a shorty on the cellular Lovin' my project like Nelson Mandella Or the church love Christ, just pass the paper Everything be alright, from Da Struggle (Uh-huh, you two faced motherfuckers) [Chorus: Lounge Mode] Aiyo, I thought I told y'all before that Cap is back And the bitches in the club said Cap is back I got them thugs over there that said Cap is back And them Bloods over there who said Cap is back [Interlude: Cappadonna] Y'all don't like me and I don't like none of y'all niggas [Verse 3: Cappadonna] You don't have to ask twice, I'm still in the Hill Been all around the world, it's hard to pay bills What you think? That Da Stuggle ain't real? Rappers don't murder shit, niggas won't get killed? You just a baby on an E. pill And I'm ill with the skill Shake the po-po off me Runnin' fuckin' the ho's, fuck how y'all niggas feel I'm too official Any time, nigga, I could come get you You shook while you got sickle Brothers amongst brothers Stay to make babies but they not wit you Bleed with you, they snitch for the police too Reptiles in the Benzo The come adept, what they still do to ya clit Struggle with this [Interlude: Lounge Mode, Cappadonna] C'mon, c'mon Y'all comin' real fast, push the love, I'm killin' you To all y'all niggas out there, yeah Go with y'all man, go with y'all [Chorus: Lounge Mode] Aiyo, I thought I told y'all before that Cap is back And the bitches in the club said Cap is back I got them thugs over there that said Cap is back And them Bloods over there who said Cap is back [Outro: Cappadonna, Lounge Mode] Right in ya balloon you two-faced bitch Right in ya balloon, we got Skeero with us Yeah, I used to love y'all niggas Skeero is wit us man, yo, how ever y'all wan' do it man Now when I see you… When I see you I see you, you could be me man ain't nothin' man Niggas speak in codes It's right hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Broken Glass[Intro: Cappadonna] Shake 'em... post up.. (move... yeah) Hold that nigga.. [Verse 1: Cappadonna] It's like a snake bites the flesh, I damage and leave the poison Ruckus in the Square, it's me who brought the noise in The vocab killa, usin' my words like matches Settin' fire to the jam like Backdraft & Hellfire Latches, start to unlock when I rock You with the ready rock, hip hop feels the block You can't stop, bouncin' and movin' Cuz I walk these dogs like I'm righteous Buildin' in the cypher with twelve Gods People from all over flood the street like cars To hear the drama, who's that spectucular rhymer? It's me: C-A-P-P-A, D, double E Cappadon' brings the shit from cross the sea With the laid back style that pump inside the Porsche If this was the Olympics, I be holdin' the torch With the phat golden 'dallion hangin' down from my neck We the slang prostitution get the dookie respect [Interlude: Cappadonna] Yeah, talkin' bout, get that money up Birth of Don'... what up Rae? What up Ghost? Look at this.. [Verse 2: Cappadonna] I'm a lyrical arson, my technique is awesome Verbal murderer darts and suttle the beat metamorphis Step into my office, I torch this, for chips I cost this More hits, no water hits, unrecord this I swing a sword quick, original Don' for hire I attack microphones and set 'em on fire Welcome to my environment of ill vocal attire Pass the wire, it's the twelve o'clock rock That makes the hip hop beats, dart armanilla Straight Killa Hilla, ol' school joints and Miller Baggy jeans, the gun-gums vest in the dumb-dumbs Come on my team pick corns and we rump-a-pump-pump Coins, and we dumb-dumbs be Donna Goines and my niggas No feds, easy on the pictures (come on now) Watch everything and search those bitches [Outro: Cappadonna] See you, word up We don't get no prop-love Rump-a-pump-pump-pump Come on, can I say it? Pass the tape, get the fuck up What, what, Homicide, S.I What, baby? The hustle... come on Surrender! Move, haha, grab 'em, what's really good? You fuckin' faggots! I tried to tell ya niggas, we won't be opressed no more.. We ain't takin' it, nigga, this shit is real! This album right here is called "The Struggle" Don't forget! It's my fuckin' word.. 2003, slash, Code:Red, nigga! *three gun shots*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Three Knives[Intro: Cappadonna, (3rd Diglah)] Let's mosey. (Yeah, Yo) [3rd Diglah] See me son, I'm secular rap, I'm second to none They call me 3rd Diglah, Respect me dun It's been a long time coming but I'm here now Make way I got no time for your funny style Fake ways, Jake prey on us but we duck down, Stay low Gats don't sit in the pocket money, Cause they blow Aaaa-Ohh, Who got a problem with mouth and they go Keep talking rip you apart, Like you was Legos I tangle for the cash my flash is something furious Yea-Yo is the path, I get cash for rapping serious Stay low with the crabs while my swag keep cabbies curious I'm smacking on these fags and the game envy is serious Me and my camp low, Move out like a stamp go All around the World and I-yi-yi-yi, I spit that gat flow [Lounge Lo] Nobody never told you how I be the building And burning piff with my niggas and a couple of children Getting gwap, Tryna stack my cheese, Nigga please This is fairy boat Lo, That be shooting the breeze You know my O-U-T fit nice on, My boys they whyle out And blam when they lifting they right arm All up in the ghetto in night bombs, I right wrongs I'm House Gang just like an urban icon Catch me on a bus with my chain and my ice on I'm looking real yes like I'm getting my fight on I'm nine-eleven, Who be throwing them pipe bombs A nigga from the Stat that be making his rights wrong You know the kid hard, Never do light songs I roll with the Stones but on the road them white cons Lingerer zoo part two with a nice blonde Fuck around say something, You end up your life's gone [Cappadonna] New York City, Power-ffinalia We come through where the feds'll tell ya We the largest rap group that ever lived Shaolin for the kids Round house, Black belts, And beards Verrazano Bridge talk, Moon walk Thrity-six clips of hard shit, Hard bricks New York City and Shaolin, Niggas'll get hit with hard licks Throw your towel in, Five niggas whyle'n Nigga we keep on style'n, Cut em up into a half a gallon More money, More murder, It's the beat swerver Diglah with the fly handle, I break beats down and I dismantle Anyone of yall niggas'll get shot, My mic is the Glock Words'll pop in your head like various speed knots Come on with it, Come on get it, Long did-ick Cappadon of the fat outfits, crazy fitted Straight Park Hill, Bark is ill, Sparkling grill Niggas with the hood shit, Taste the skill Shaolin slash Wu-Tang, Darts'll bang Never forget where you come from, Respect my game [Outro: Cappadonna] Yo let's move, We gotta be out, oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Walk With Me[Cappadonna] Excuse me over there, with the high heel shoes You looking real good, you got me in the mood I'm trying to be nice, not trying to be rude You could ask anybody, I'm a hell of a dude But anyway, baby, I love your skirt We can exchange numbers, that won't hurt I'm from the hood, but I don't hang around with dirt You might see me on a Sunday, going to church Come on girl [Chorus: Skinslaya] You're the kind of girl, I've been looking for I don't think I have to look anymore Walk with me, talk with me [Cappadonna] Look baby, all I really see is a queen Don't walk away from me and be all mean Like one of those chicks with low self esteem Too much drama, smoke all that green I used to be the move, but I'm older now Attracted to a woman with a certain style And you look like, something that could meet my Earth For real though, something tell me this could work Come on girl [Chorus] [Cappadonna] My love, you're like a dime that I saw in a vision I stopped you, baby, I'm a good decision Walk with me, learn how my ways are humble Anybody mess with you, I'm ready to rumble I peep love in your aura, mine's a match A lot of dudes hurt you before, but they ain't Cap However you lost, love, I'mma bring you back I'm telling you, Don where the love is that Walk with me, come on girl [Chorus] [Outro: Skinslaya] Walk with me, talk with me Walk with me, talk with me Walk with me, talk with me Walk with me, talk with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Vibes Cartel[Verse 1: Cappadonna] You heard other raps before, but kept waitin' A lot of niggas is hatin', these hoes is like Satan I'm still debatin' whether I should build or destroy What the Earth keep on shakin' I'mma keep on makin' Hit after hit be comin' out of the basement There's no replacement from a slew of great men I'm about to break in Damage every snake and Gin, you can't win I'm the truth, you a fake friend Realness against falsehood, do it again Get money, work hard, don't become a victim Mind your own sick wisdom Study math, get your friend some Never quit 'till you get done God over fiction, this is my addiction Anytime, homie, I'm about to spit somethin' Traded crack for rap, and I'm a rich sucka J3 murderous tracks, all day, facts Through your mind, body and soul Let it be told I ain't nothin' to play around with Baby, I get down quick Ebony chicks love me for my heavenly kiss I do it for the bricks, I let it off like a piss [Verse 2: Wonda Women] Send in the stunt doubles I have no time for the petty, little power struggles No time to tussle I epitomize the hustle, the struggle of the underground Cynics and critics, I shut 'em up and shut 'em down Schemin' and plottin', yet I keep 'em so aroused When I come around They say it's business, never personal Balance the scale, tell me what's the worse of the two? This industry's unjust and corrupt Huskey cut for a couple of bucks and a few busted nuts Yet they keep insistin' in God they trust It's blasphemous, let the church say "amen" Keep repentin' your sins Say a few Hail Mary's, turn around, and do it all again Livin' a lie, he just tryin' to win, tryin' to win [Verse 3: Desert Eagle] Yeah, they call me the black [?] boy, boy No, it's not a game, not playin' with no toys Epitome of bangin', his set make no noise My set sanctuary, you faggots folklore A urban legend, a Mac is a blowtorch Runnin' down the line, pack slammers of all sorts Trappin' from the green, help fortin' the back porch Let's take him to the building to get these packs off In war with the system that be lettin' these raps walk Turn 'em into victims so the witnesses back off The V82, better tell 'em that crack course The view of the bully, better go tell 'em ask boss A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg [Verse 4: King Magnetic] Higher than ever before, tryin' these weapons I bought Iron respectin' for all, I'm straight checkin' your hog Without collectin' your charts, beatings with seconds apart We dissectin' the vault while they be testin' the hog No instrument, so-called [?] No cold incidents, no more [?] Po-po pinchin' us, inchin' us over the edge Ship us over to FEDs, stiffin' over the breads S.O.S., that shit's beef Turn [?] and miss me Turn 6 days into 6 weeks plus into 6 years All that liquor and triggers turn into cold D's and OG's that sip beer Timin' a vic here, the climate is cold enough And I'mma throw it up if she drivin' the pole up Survivin' from growin' up and livin' off robberies So if you don't do the math then you learn trickonometryEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Da Vorzon[Cappadonna] I came up from a tough time, now I'm finally back I got love in my heart and I changed my rap I don't worry about dudes talk behind my back Because I'm good with the music and I love the track It's me, it's big Don and I'm so full of life Still praying for the day that God give me a mic I pray each and every day and I pray at night I got music in my soul and I love to write While brothers kick dirt on name, just for spite I do what God tell me to do, shine my light Ya'll suffer for mad years, been beat wit many stripes I know what the ghetto like, tears cover my face to the sample of the pain I inherited the streets like crack cocaine All the while, yo I kept surviving it, money Stand away from the knucklehead niggas and dummies And still mama love me back And I ain't perfect, but I was blessed wit a good heart I know how to work it, face it Most of ya'll gon' die over money While I'm laid back chilling, where it's nice and sunny Now check it, I ain't the type to hang with the crowd You might see me at the spot where the music is loud Classic R&B, a little jazz, spoken word Posted on the sideline wit a crazy bird Trying to take my mind off of the herb I sip fine wine, when I was young, I used to do mad crime Now daddy's all grown up, yo, and time is precious I reflect back on my seeds and all of my records Feed my family with this shit, they gotta respect it You gotta love me or leave me alone, there's no half stepping I grew up and I found out, the mind is a powerful weapon, and love is the message So ya'll can stop fronting on me, you too far in the game For ya'll to keep stunting on me, Cappadonna the first fruit Straight outta God mansion, never stuck in '86, I deal wit enhancement Brothers make music and they steal my advancements Cock suckers sit in a circle, watch me rap Ya'll niggas don't owe me shit, but I'mma pay ya'll back [Chorus 2X: 3rd Diglah] To all my real niggas, this is real hip hop And my niggas locked up, that sell that crack Get ya mind right, get this track To all my niggas that bust they gat, nigga, brat-brat-brat [Lounge Lo] I said the last time I stepped in the booth, I had the deuce wit me Told niggas, send the shit down, because he shoots wit me I'm in the building where them niggas, they pump hard And give money, if cops come, yeah, and they run hard Right where the stash at, yeah, I'mma blast back I'm so old school, dope bomb in my ass crack I left the past and the present, I'm past that I told you my publishing is sitting on ASCAP Fuck you, boy, take a walk and go ask Cap And I be lingering, just where the cars be And doing my numbers at a show where the stars be Representing my hood, the good boogah get burnt out And bitches called Sugar get turned out Bring your hammer, the finger blam like Yosemite Sam And if I can't get you, my Stone'll give me your man [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Mine 2005[King Just] I'm like the phantom of the opera, last of the lobsters The trees from the rasta, the smoke at the Oscars Blaze at the Emmy, yo fuck the nominees Starving artist, nigga, who spittin' rhymes like these Please show me, youse a nigga 'pared to Kobe Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bevery Hills, ask a foley Fast or slowly, I leave your shirt holy Or push a 500 like co-d, life acapulc-ky Now ya'll niggas playing low key Be the fake baller, and that pussy broad owe me Rap trophy, got it, in every fucking lobby Hit you up, my product, and we gotta split the profit Put a record out, and I'mma stop it West in the bank, I got it, KJ drop Nigga cop it, I ain't got too much more to tell you Bring ya Rambo life to Park Hill gun play Act gay with features, and your punch lines You want, permanent punch time from Optimus Shine We the guidelines, promatic, calling you back And let the world know, who taught you how to rap, you hear that? [Money Grip] One, two, three-in, lump out your chair Three, five, seven, me'll leave out your hair It's no use, call the cops nigga, know it's loose All I'm leaving them is pulp, playing no juice Empty out the safe, and it's condiments Nine caught 'em til, sun light shine through 'em Son school 'em, I order more rounds for ya Oreo's with a little short sound for ya Excuse you, why you steppin' to the don, for? Gat palm, crack longer than an encore Free and bust, try to indict, me and Crush Cheese cops, cuz I'm in oh-deep, got Comcast, love the way I harm tracks Put you out there, know we got contacts Cap peeled, tell me how that blast feel That steel, got 'em laying in his last meal Bezzy, vest make me look top heavy Don't wonder on the war, you are not ready Listen how I abuse tune, leave a body in ya backpack It's gotta be a boom-boom [Real Life] Mr. John Machanro, pass the dough with a fast flow Fidel Castro, with the lasso, roppin' you 'victs It's portable, sick of the Source, I'm rip 'em off From long range, scum stains on your corpse Fear, now get in, where I fit in, stay fitted Real Life means real living, Any Give Sunday It's a gun day, one way I'mma pay ya all back someday, dum dums spray I can walk the walk, and talk the talk Fifteen downs in the State of New York Fucking ya whores, ya'll here suck on tour I'll be waiting down south with a nine into your bulge Rhymes pour, since alotta shit change in the game I'mma re-arrange, mask style, things ain't Gon' be the same, Homicide range Real Life, nigga, respect my name [Rush] Yo, only the strong survive in this wild world of raps Where pussy cats bunt for my rockwell raps You can't hack this criminal style of combat That came through, got 'em and drew on horseback Raw hide's the way I rip guys, and then slide Roll up and snatch yo shine, like it's mine Yo this mine, nigga, like the thoughts from my mind Slid your river side, like the crimson tide You out your line of scrimmage, I'm blind to your image Bust nuts on yo hype, all night til I'm finished This not what we finished, I hold the world record For knocking off eight M.C.'s in twelve seconds You flirting with a loaded weapon, that splittling backs Like a mack eleven, while you blastin' yo gats at heaven I'm living like you owe me something, but really You don't owe me nothing, I'm taking everything coming Call me selfish, and I leave you helpless Rotate two, and predict your pelvis I smell shell, hit these rap niggas out there Sniffin' in my kitchen like it's cooty in the air You'll find nothing here but, hard rock niggas Hard cock niggas, rob-ya-block niggas Peel your ho niggas, steal your dough niggas And when I blow nigga, I'm bringin' more niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Raw[Intro: Cappadonn] Hood Life Nigga (yeah), Virgo Power (They ain’t nothing sweet over here) First cluster of stars in the universe (Frontin’ n’ stuntin’) Mile wide [?] (...I’m wildin’ out) Imma get this paper by any means necessary (...live this life like it’s my last) Best Believe (ego trippin) I’m on one (wildin’) [Verse 1: Capadonna] I’m in the hood like Polo vest with mad ink on it Blunt side with Diesel Always got stink on it Concrete babies Pampers don’t fit em Whoever don’t belong here Somebody goin get em I be in the projects, slums and the alleys 15 silk shirts, Jones and Balleys 125th Street rappin at rallys But then it’s silk view so full of knowledge Young n the restless Never on the guest list Scared we going come in the spot And straight wreck shit Child support getting paid Before they accept it But my pressure going buss If I’m feeling rejected Rap extremely good And feel like i’m breathless I do it for my family And that’s why i’m blessed with it Chicks keep hatin’ Cause they see my success with it Pass it to my man Cause he never fuckin mess with it [Verse 2: Amar Divine] Vibrant lights Silent moon Watching over As we step into the room Stars applaud They in support of what we do It's only gods involved Feel it when we come through Thunder in the drum A bolt of lightning out the tongue Imma hit the [?] of every function We admit, immaculate spread Hammer suckers submit And even now the niggas game Me some shit so righteous Used to gettin’ loaded in cyphers Mads getting [?] its the survival of crisis Hold up the format and nobody like this Won’t catch us in your average cyphers We writers professionally Came to knock you off your pedestal All that rap criminal shit Ya’ll rappers beat ain’t true To rhyme like a vehicle Move to forward tell the industry Real niggas backin them up [Verse 3: Lounger Low] Yo hip hop lingers on My man Angel Lue I’m still rhyming direct From the 1s and 2s I’m in the hallway I’m in the doorway I still keep a skip by the steps Man, all day I’m a yes man Fuck best man Ya’ll know the niggas I’m fuckin with Yes the Klan Capadon, Raekwon, Chef, Method Man And I remember the first every Summer Jam King Just, KRO was the opener And we came A hundred and some niggas Broke as fuck Overlord, yea lord we wild wid it Feather don’t know when Them Staten niggas around wid it Rap money Crack every real night Bitch give em the money I still know the real rights Hip hop pumpin Hip hop jumpin Ya’ll need to stop with that Hip hop frontin Ya’ll need to stop with that Hip hop frontin Ya’ll need to stop with that Hip hop frontin [Verse 4: Don Shae] You kill then you shot Malcolm X in the frame Damn man These killas go’n murder to the game Apply heat to beef Like a burger to the flame Murder the game Brah heard you can do the same I’m Hussein on the script But I’m like Lou Kane when I flip Brain’s what I hit You lames go’n be sick Like dysenteriae 4-4 to bury you The more, the merrier Let’s build a wall I’m daring ya Rest in Big Pun You ain’t killed a monkey You’re a gorilla He ain’t building shade tho Lettin em chains blow Sometimes I wear hard Yeah sometimes I halo A death sentence In the form of a union I suggest [?] Cause we normally shooting Leave your chest [?] For more recruiting Like the label advance Sink your ship like a naval advance [Sample: Lord’a mercy]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Feed My Folks[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah, yeah man Big up Wah di bloodclaat Big up to all massive Burn Babylon Crews worldwide [?] family [Verse 1: Cappadonna] The gold carpets Platinum colored hair All black on Holding my Grammy in the air Yeah; I fought the good fight Everybody know I was there Since '98 I barely had another good year Homies changed, homegirls changed The wifey changed, the world changed Sippin on this nasty champagne I’m on the campaign but they don’t know my damn pain Still grateful for my blessings thought I can’t complain I’m still chillin out Yeah just do the damn thing I do my duty yo Overseas up in Paul McCartney studio Yea me and my man Simon Hot gang international Slip into Bulgaria and drop math too Droppin shit with Meth and my whole crew Fucka ya’ll [?] Shakazulu Bam bam, boom boom African moon The rich dude right here never left but coming back soon Just on my zigga tho Same nigga bro When I was down it was the biggest joke All I wanted to do was feed my folks Somebody said yo I'ma sell this dope [Verse 2: Nakeeba Amaniyea] Somebody nah put no gun to wi head Fi do Babylon words, Babylon words, yeah Fi wi go sell out wi self fi some bread Still they feelings hurt feelings hurt And if them tink a small ting When court a rise up like dirt, up like dirt Nobody nah put no gun to wi head Fi do babylon words, Bablylon words [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Hey yo I’m back from the slums I’m back on that newness And I do give a fuck about who’s more exclusive Whatever is conducive That’s where the juice is Throw up your dueces This is a Wu blitz Soundboy a go dead if him eva try fuck with Champion sound murder everything that come round it Cappadonna and you know I’m African crown quick And ganja man know him haffi let di next pound slip We do if fa di youth Dem haffi mek di black graduate Never hesitate fi mek dem come out on the straight tip Dis di youthAmerica black and dats di greatest Martin Luther King him a di greatest Malcolm X yes him a di greatest Garvey a di greatest Selassie a di greatest Every African wi haffi jump off di slave ship And dem a make it Farrakhan make it Elijah make it The Christ make it Everybody make it Wi nah go take it nuh brutality We haffi rise up Gwan put on you hoodie Some [?] a gwan nuhbaddi lookie lookie Burn Babylon dem ago treat wi like rookie Speak the truth to the youth They make system nah soosh me Lick off dem bumborass if nuhbaddi try push me A nuh bush weed only good broccoli Walk in massive Staten Island posse New York City, WTC C.A.P. dem nuh ready Nah dem nuh ready Dem fassy deh nuh ready Wu-Tang are ready Killa Bee are ready [?] dem nuh ready Babylon nuh ready Fire up di gun an dem nuh ready [Outro:] [Gunshots] Brockhead (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Anotha Riddle* promotional EP released on Razor Sharp Records in late '97 Chorus: U-God Hysterical lyrical launch, anotha riddle A miracle little by little, fits right up the middle *repeat 2X* [Cappadonna] Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW One culture, return of the track slasher Double doser, Cappadonna broadcaster Strivin for perfection, the only way I got My life back was through investin, devotion Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary Comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies I gotta fight y'all MC's, this money Be gettin me high just like trees in these tracks I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good So I keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle Then I speak out, because we all need the guidance Deep down inside is where you could define science My mother told me, when I was so stressed out "All you gotta do is just put your best out" And I did it Chorus 2X [Cappadonna] Yo, new Cappadonna is about to exhale kid Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail Cappadonna raise hell, speak and I broke the shells Seen brothers that fell when I slipped I had my alibi tight that night, up in the Hill chillin Y'all'll get shot, move away things are too hot Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance I broke resistance, every time I step up, I rip reps up Ku Klux, my words swing around like numchucks This ain't for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit It feeds my seeds, I can barely breathe But y'all cats better believe keep off, your darts are soft While I throw these missiles, at your skin tissue You can't escape I absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard Watch out for city fraud, my darts slam like doors Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish Chorus 2XEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dream[Intro: Martin Luther King Jr. sample] I have a dream, today... In what will go down in history As the greatest demonstration for freedom In the history of our nation I have a dream... To make justice a reality for all of God's children "Tell me, this is a dream" - The Delfonics sample [Cappadonna] Of a big house, too many whips Mad wives and kids running out, what's that all about? Of me taking trips, overseas Getting my stacks up, cuz baby, now I'm getting big cheese Triple platinum sales, walking down the isle With my cream in the background, what, I'm hearing church bells Of getting back all of my paper That Razor Sharp stole from me, yea, kid it's only one me A crush and an R&B chick, she looking real thick But she was only after my chips A free of momma love, out of the slums Invested all my property into my daughters and sons Of connecting the dutch, with the haze Feeling mad tired, from guards, I ain't slept in four days Of hooking up with all of the top rappers Just came home from this club called Cappa's Nappy [Chorus: Cappadonna] Tell me, this is a dream, somebody, please Tell me, this is a dream, somebody, please Tell me, this, is, a, dream [Cappadonna] Of receiving awards, for the best album of the year And oh yeah, for still having the best broads Of doing my thing, everybody hating But once I hit the top, they be up under my wing Of producing these tracks, that sound phat Starting my own label, now, nigga how you like that? Of my baby mother's hurting theyselves Thinking they was jerking me, but they was jerking theyself Of all of the police that like my style They wasn't feeling me, but now, they loving me now Of being down on my luck, heading for the come up Living in the hood, but yo, still it's all good Of my brothers locked away, they came home Don't give a shit about slot time, they carrying the curf' phone Of my people, stop busting them slugs Start united our people, stop fucking with drugs What up? [Chorus] [Outro: Cappadonna (Martin Luther King Jr. sample)] Dream, this my last dream, this one is for you Keep the mack milly by your side, don't let nobody stop you Dream, me getting on Me and Quazolla, gotta get that corn Me, keeping it real Staten Island, what, slash, Homicide Hill Do what you do, don't forget about your people They won't forget about you And everything is all good Afraid of God, man, do what you could (I have a dream that one day This nation will rise up And live out the true meaning of its creed We hold these truths to be self-evident That all men are created equal)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Role of Ya Lifetime[Intro: Cappadonna] Homicide Hill, S.I., New York City Slow your roll, it's my word Slap all ya niggas, I hate ya'll Aiyo, aiyo [Verse 1: Cappadonna] These streets got the best of me, my lifestyle's corrupt It's jakes lookin' for Don, and I don't give a fuck Cuz my niggas be on the block, ready to rock We got big bags of ready on us, one Glock Feds makin' it hot, so I dipped off I smoke the ill idiot shit like Malakoff Me and my thug niggas, too chipped off Staten Island be the land of the lost You can't front, you can't floss S.I. New York City, the burnt out apartments, the hallways that's gritty It's a pity we livin' this shit, cracks under my dick Feel my pain, if you know about this shit Dope in the toilet, money in the mattress We keep ratchets, and like niggas up north, we fuck a fat bitch We eat octopus too, and we love the catfish [Chorus: Solomon Childs] The building of the most powerful dynasty We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer Or maybe the world just never heard of you Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime The building of the most powerful dynasty We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer Or maybe the world just never heard of you Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime [Interlude: Solomon Childs, (Cappadonna)] Shoot 'em up shit, nigga, shoot 'em up shit, nigga (Yeah bitch), yeah all up in your voicebox nigga [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Yo, all ya'll bitch ass muthafuckas, ya'll ain't shit You actin' like you can't happen til I pop the clip Have your girl suckin' my dick, run in your crib and take chips You don't know me, I don't fuck around with ya'll, homie You can't hold me, fake ass niggas owe me Big Don from the group home Sittin' on the front stoop smokin' a bone All ya'll hatin' ass niggas, get one in your dome Or I'm up in the studio, playin' the phone I put hits on your fam, dog, now you alone So why you just not popular yet, I grab my tech And run around the blocks and demand respect It's the who? Nigga, Jay Bird, that's my word I leave your body in the dollar van, your brains on the curb Staten Island niggas be the most superb Laid back in the joint, just be smokin' the herb [Chorus: Solomon Childs] The building of the most powerful dynasty We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer Or maybe the world just never heard of you Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime The building of the most powerful dynasty We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer Or maybe the world just never heard of you Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetimeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Soul Food[Intro:] Nothing like a home cooked meal Yes my word is my bond Feels so good to be back in the hood It’s a place that I can never forget [Verse 1:] [Capadonna] Everything dip in my heart My brains is numb Computers taking over They controlling the young Out here grinding Hard like it never even profit Still they’re not stoppin me I’m doing the monopoly Yeah I move privately Stacking for my Cs Never sloppily, yeah I hope they’re not watching me Familiar faces Fandom or fortune Travelling more often Hating ass, grab ass niggas Want me to fall off the wall Take one, put me in a coffin Six million dollar man, steven austin Yeah nigaa tell your story walkin Before I put two in your foreskin Backin atown now i’m in low in the [?] Switched my gear round Now i’m back in new york again State recording, only stay for a short rate Speeding through the [?] mistakes yeah I’m going in so I can stop all of the aches Stress and related injuries It’s hard for me to fuck with you Fast track seeing young rappers Using bars moves to attacks Babes that drunk similac A lotta shit I can’t remember that All young with the gold fronts Selling it for munchies Yes niggas is thirsty Yeah is [?] wid da blunt Yeah it’s power in the punch Yeah it’s sour in the cunt Sex made housing free lunch No deal though Used to always spittin hood before I caught a dope deal I rinse [?] to arena Toes to [?] Seen the motown lp saturday morning clean up Mama in the kitchen Papa watched sports ya’ll Respect the elderly Respect everything they taught ya’ll Whip his ass for that report card Daddy’s up [?] to have their son’s sports cars Forget what [?] promise to God [Verse 2:] [Turnpike Ike] Niggas is mad I give em buts and excuses This exclusive Old school, cool new kid Uhh, it’s like we verbally abusive But don’t blame me blame the producing I guess it’s a blast from the past Take a pocket full of cash Make you [?] from the path And ain’t a damn thing changed Niggas still chasing dames with Dwayne Wayne frames We used to play Connect 4 Now fast forward, we be connects for My flows still up to date My niggas still moving weight Put more power in your plate Than carnival funnelcakes And I keep it on the up and up The hood cowboy All i do is buck and fuck My life ain’t picture perfect Just a nigga tryna make it out the [?] [Verse 3:] [Desert Eagle] I’m down for the get down Pound for the pitdown I’m the [?] that’s what they call it for the sitdown Gaming, I’m selling by the pit now I got a chain gang and we all get down Frontin’ the cash You know we’ll spit rounds My dudes will touch you with Clear hold strip rounds[?] I’m a lone ranger Of the Stone rangers That’s why shit stretch about 4 acres Used to doubt me Until you all caught the vapors Then you on my dick Everybody wants Raymond One taking em’ Honin them and clonin the greatest You outdated I’m upgraded I am the Matrix Saved to mainframes and databases Tryna hit me with a virus called playerhating I got that hardware Every shine devastated Brooklyn, lime green, every [?] levitated [Gunshots] [Sample: Pull it up selecta, pu,pu, pull it up selecta]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We Got This[Intro: Pike] Yo, hold up, yo you know what.. S.I., Staten Island, niggas, yo, yo [Verse 1: Pike] Ain't no more talkin' money or fame I'm stalkin' this game, and when I'm done I'm stickin' the fork in this game and run clutchin' my gun Name P.I., place S.I., N.Y.C Caramel papi chulo, mammies vena que Let's see if you could stop me I beat it like a one man posse, I leave it wet and sloppy I'm cocky, at times laid back, like to keep my fade back A lot of niggas about to get paid back (HOOOOO!) Because a lot cats that don't like me I guess they thought I took it lighty But I rhyme and make you niggas wanna fight me I'll melt a nigga like a icey, and wipe 'em up with a towel Still on the prowl, how bout? It's Staten Isle, I'm foul The same time I got respect for what's real Who said Staten Island niggas ain't real? You dead wrong, and took you tied up with a red thong For goin' against The Struggle We squeeze on the team, crash your huddle [Verse 2: Lounge Mode] Well I'm known in the hood like Castellano You could see me in the fiddy, puffin' H. Armano Doin' eighty on the Belt', follow signs to Verrazano I keep two guns in my hood like paisano My style iller than ill, I'm sick like Alzheimer's A bugged cat, ready to bring back old drama If it wasn't for the Slash, what could I tell mamma God damn, it's bad blood between brick and the mud (HOOOOO!) Brick and the thugs, shittin' on love Turned over on the newest, start spittin' the snub My flow is nice and I ain't worried about them hoes at night For my wife and seeds, gotta get this dough shit right I'm analyzin', a look how the pro's get ripe And number 16, yeah, I want it showin' the lights I rep the hood, gotta respect the good Even the ones that left the hood, bitch! [Chorus: Lounge Mode, (all)] Car hard suits, Timb boots and millimeters (We got this, we got this) Hoes and fancy cars and smokin' reefers Cellies and beepers (we got this) Hoodies and sneakers (we got this) [Verse 3: Remedy] Yo, it's the smoked out white boy back on the block With the thirty eight snubbed nosed, tucked in his sock From the H-Block, Huegonaut, part of the rock Shaolin, Staten Isle, and I love hip hop And when it comes to the kid, man, shit ain't easy I Lounge with the Cappa D. and L.O. Beezy (I see you!) You sees me? Yeah, yo, believes me The Code:Red for life click, racoons need me Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, I got this Rock this, radio drop this The Code:Red's for real, yo, you can't stop this None of ya'll muthafuckas out there could block this Jumped in the whips, all dipped down low Ready for a trip, to where, I don't know No matter where we go, you can't stop the flow The heat's on, gun's drawn, what's up, yo? [Verse 4: Cappadonna] Aiyo, my spit never tasted good, I'm sour I spit for the money and I spit for power Then I lean on ya'll like the Eiffel Tower And to my Staten Isle niggas, that's my heart I might leave for a minute, but could never depart Yeah, I'm married to this bitch and I'm still fuckin' I'm in the hood where the guns is nothin' And niggas don't say shit, like E.F. Hutton Paranoid like Bush, press the button Don't make me grab the boomers and get disgustin' Poppy Wardrobe King, Code:Red Production Pillage for life niggas, the hoes that's crushin' To all my niggas that went out bustin' Grindin', the black Timbs on, wild out, hustlin' (We got this, we got this) [Chorus: Lounge Mode, (all)] Car hard suits, Timb boots and millimeters (We got this, we got this) Hoes and fancy cars and smokin' reefers Cellies and beepers (we got this) Hoodies and sneakers (we got this)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gotta Find a Way[Intro: Born Divine (Cappadonna)] Yeah, for my peoples in the struggle (what it do, yeah) East to west, worldwide (come on, Fat Albert, the slick hat) Yeah, we love it (hold on to my bracelet) [Born Divine] I gotta find a way like grandpops with six kids Through the jungle, like them old heads, doing life bids Cuz life is, both destiny and karma [Cappadonna] I keep beefing with my baby momma And foul jakes to, giving me drama All my life, yo, it's nothing but problems [Born Divine] So I gotta find a way to solve 'em Remove the stress from my brain Cuz there's gotta be a better way To maintain the hit on the block, pushing cocaine [Cappadonna] Cracks and all that, I gotta find a way to fall back My ribs is touching til my record label call back [Born Divine] So I work and focus hard and try to stay on track With a bullshit security job and CDs in my backpack [Cappadonna] Bags of dope up in my ass crack, earth is in the backroom Broke vacuum, I smoke my moon It's the Better Life Movement, coming soon, uh Return of the Pillage [Chorus: MPM] I love my babies, I love my ladies What love is this, for money Streets shot, police on blocks Keep hot, I love money [Cappadonna] Shit on my new kicks, dirt on my Yankee fitted We in the cock pitted, it's broke windows, on the whip, man, the cops did it Gotta find a way or else the block's gon' get it [Born Divine] The weapons on my coat smelling like weed smoke Sippin' like Bacardi Gold like the fork in the road Noodles in the pot on the stove, been walking these feet With years, look at my wounds In the gutter, still paying my dues [Cappadonna] Return of the Pillage Garbage cans, squeezing the box Raccoons be at the door, they live with a fox Incense be burning hard, for the smell of the socks We on the rooftops, looking for cops Half a gallon of milk and a box of Pops What up, ock? [Hook: MPM] Ya'll don't see what I see Sometimes you misunderstood me The dramatic cross street blues Let a lot, see my dues [Outro: Cappadonna] Ain't no characteristics in this shit (baseball hat, baseball hat) Straight bongo, my doola, it's the foundationEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tug Dat Rope[Cappadonna] I'm on the ground floor hustling, but I'mma still score I don't care what ya'll say, cuz I'm ready for more Yo, these streets got my head, like never before That's why my man Big Gator gotta carry the four Even though we just looking for beats, they hating on us Now, muthafucka, so we looking for beef So we took it to the beast, and got a little deal Might shut shit down, cuz it got a little real Now we ready to live, and prepared to die Yo, all we wanted was a piece of the pie And a tall glass of milk, the brotherhood is real built Using the knowledge, that God gave us Yo, we got to save us, this time we took many falls But we never gave up, yo I'm happy to be alive And survive in dust, gave thought to suicide Yo, it's still not enough, sniff coke Had a lot of money and went broke, but times go hard Yo, we tugging the rope, yeah, we tugging the rope Yeah, we tug that rope, like we tugging the boat Yeah, we tug that rope, like we tugging the boat Never forgetting where I come from, I love my folks We ghetto, like the rest of ya'll, got dreams and hopes I'm in the valley with you, straight slumming We got to spit when the swat come in, yeah load up our shit Watch out, yeah the roads is slit, the flows is thick It's real out here, yo, the colds is brick And it's too many fights, up all night Can't wait for tomorrow to come, we live with the gun And when the clouds part, there go the sun, we are all one As the Earth spun, niggas got murdered and hurt Some, and when the dirt come, it's worth done Tight skirt holding the young I'm on the come-up, Q-Dini, beating the slums up We never gonna quit, til the ones is up Give me the broc', I like money like the rest of ya'll Now give me the rock, I'mma shine when it's my time, give me a spot Yo, whoever can't cope, yo, tug on the rope, yeah, tugging the rope Yo, whoever can't cope, yo, tug on the rope Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, come on Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, come on Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, come on Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, come on Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, Diggeler..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ’96 Recreation[rza] Yeah, start wit that one Yo, yo, yo, my acustic futuristic lingustic rap fabric Is a mixture of arabic sandscript in it's italics I talk quick, y'all bitches can't comprehend my dick release spit Wit love should I release hits We travel through bodies like blood vessels All y'all crab niggas try to wrestle to be on top of this pedastool Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin, I'm chessboxin Words is rushin through like a herd of angry oxen!! [cappadonna] Fatal for these pussy cat niggas is dead weight Concentrate, my murder rate excellerate, terminate So spoil like coke in the foil Knock knock, I shot the whole block Electricity, flow splendidly Internally inside of me like tony starks tee I create excellency, one-sixty call l-o-u-n-g assist me Papi wardrobe is key, roll promptly For slang hall, vocabulary igor, frankenstein mind Rewind for a minute while I dig down your track, stupid I move quick shit is accurate, kojack tactics Chaos, killa bee minds, high society blackness, spread the rumor [rza] My lyrical marv-el makin more cream than carvel Y'all niggas best to hold your weight like barbell To my verbal swordsman school, students don't play truant My most prudent pupil, rhyme under influence Of alcohol and to-bacco, mushrooms imported from morocco Bellies on the rocks, and a twenty sack of choco Wit forty tales and gold around the fist, bitch I carve Glitters on the paper so my family won't starve [cappadonna] I'm deep in the shit, I stay highly involved Never inconceited, never been beated Been trapped in many wars but not yet retreated My style you need it, I just write to read it It's all fresh lyric, no nothing gets repeated I came a long way and guess what, I succeeded I conquer my opponent, and feed him baby food Cause he's childish and illiterate, and ye has been rude To the father year me, o-r-i-g Respond to the war wit the killa bee law [ol' dirty bastard] Scavenger nigga, you's a shhriimp A full line of shhiit, my ear can digest iiit Stop drinkin all that water, let's take it to the land So I can godzilla up your shit mister tiny tim man Niggas be creepin up my beanstalk When I start to come down on your f**kin ass You tried to chop shit on up Played my shit like parks bitch, I'm that [rza] Legendary microphone's weaponary You secondary bitch-ass fairies Scary cats won't survive this verbal attack You think you're slang can match The wu-tang, emphatically now cypher You fake crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue While you young guns bunge, we plunge into the grunge Deep into the dark dungeon, we come in one wind Nine minds combine to form the wisest rhyme force to summon I be the quoted mathematical combination Unloadin mysteries of life, you feel my solar wind blowin [cappadonna] Just then, I came on the stage like wind Blew slang in your face and it touch your skin You felt chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy You need a coat just to protect your throat Two pairs of socks, kid I'm cold like ice rise Chap-lipped duds can't f**k wit the chatterbox Cherry heads felt the draft of the ox Shaolin niggas won't f**k wit one block *pause* Broke forgot about half the slang murderer Down wit the union big street sling murderer Terrorizin, move I'm tranquelizin Fast getaway wit the slow speed drivin Two miles an hour, cappa do it wit the power Somebody blow something, cut fool in the towerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Baby MommasYeah this one right here go out to all my baby mothers Baby mommas I love ya'll Know what I'm saying Love the family We stick together And that's how its gotta be I told them other girls ya'll come first That's how I feel I'm back [Hook] Even though these streets be making me weak You know I love my baby mommas Even though its hard for a brother out here You know I love my baby mommas Even though sex ain't nothing to me You know I love my baby mommas Even though its hard out here for a brother You know I love my baby mommas [Verse 1] Hey so I came through Straight Muslim oil and suit piece Fix my tie on my neck Then I step to acute piece I love my baby mothers Cause that's where my roots be Keisha, Starcia, Shinade, Drianna I love all ya'll children like I love my momma Trying to take care of mine, I don't need no drama I just love my family like my name Obama Strive with me, if you family then vibe with me I work hard for mines, get on sides with me Feed my seeds, get 'em clothes, cut their hair, wipe their nose These are things I like to do, that's why I be doing shows Ya'll got me mixed up, thinking I be screwing hoes Hopefully I get rich Long as I'm pursuing goals There's eight million stories out there baby, mines was never told [Bridge] Yeah, for real This one go out to all the baby mothers out there Striving [Hook] I love my baby mommas Even though these streets be making me weak I love my baby mommas Even though its hard for a brother out there I love my baby mommas Even though sex ain't nothing to me I love my baby mommas [Verse 2] To all my baby mothers this one is for you For all the times I was busy and I didn't come through This ones for my baby mothers, I love you the most Ya'll still in my heart and I keep ya'll close For all the time I didn't have nothing and ya'll kept me afloat And this one's for my children that ya'll should be raising While I'm stuck in the grind writing rhymes at the Days Inn This ones for you my beloved More love, more support, more time, more patience I pay child support (?) statement Still love, still not hating Family, that's what it is to me It all comes naturally, attached to me Send 'em back to me That's daddy's seed Get out that room, that's daddy's weed Daddy on (and daddy look good) [Outro] Ha ha ha yeah Keisha, Starcia, Shinade, Drianna Its like we all gotta stick together That's a family right there I got love for all ya'll Beautiful women Family tree ya'll Stick together This is the end Of the conflict Between baby's daddies and baby's mothers United Time for a change And it starts right now, right here Baby mommasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fire[Intro: Cappadonna + sample] Yeah, man, the fire is the purification I spit ("Fire") Energy.. no matter what happen, yo, I gotta spit ("Fire") Uh oh, and I'mma do it for the team, yo, I'mma spit ("Fire") [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Aiyo, I spit fire at you dudes until the die I retire I'm doing this for my family, so that we can transpire And reach limits that exceed doubt, yeah we can do this But we gotta get up off this murder route I'm on the block, momma love on the couch And the pain is unbearable, the way streets keep steering you In the wrong direction, I'mma need more thugs around you and more protection And you still guessing, you don't know what life is about yet I study and work hard for the set, I'm proud to be a doc I'm not done, my mouth's like a tech, women wit me in the stretch And the five burns from the way a man rep Fire that'll burn at a man chest, energy that [Hook: Cappadonna + sample + Masta Killa] I spit ("Fire") You know I spit ("Fire") I spit ("Fire") You know I spit fire [Verse 2: Masta Killa] I'm sweet flowing river, mathematics be the wisdom Compound and we elements of sound, transmitted Through the system of engineering Technology allows me to transform Words to sight, light is written In five hundred seconds, since bitten and recited A million black men united, from Shaolin Medina heard the warrior call, we were everywhere Already cocked and ready, one thought blew 'em off the planet He can't stand it, head rocking, stadium shit You know the champion, multiple armed subjects Revolutionary techniques, please don't disrespect the projects This is for the babies, and I don't want to have Get ignorant and clap you For nothing, we suppose to be brother and I other than self It's the best part that sparks all things Fire is in heavy rotation, all saying [Hook: Cappadonna + sample + Masta Killa + together] I spit ("Fire") You know we spit— —Fire You know we spit fire You know we spit fire [Outro: Cappadonna] [Produced by Chicargo]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pain Is Love[Chorus: Cappadonna] Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E Mix coke with dust, still can hold me What made ya muthafuckas think you control me? [Verse 1: Lounge Mode] Staten Island been wildin', so Osama's nothing And my niggas out in Brooklyn said Saddam was frontin' Gotta squad, what you think, it ain't no guns or something? Picture Me Rollin', holdin' less than a one or somethin' You fake faggots, yeah we got that big automatic Like, Bruce Willis and the Jackal type, yeah, right You wanna see it? Then get on my nerves Oh you live, and I'm gettin' money spit on my curb In the hood where it get no harder, only tougher Crack fiends suffer, baby moms, baby brother Hustlin', still forty off a hundred packs I'd rather lounge in the back of the bar Me and my dog throw crack in the jar Listen to this rap star, while I sit back in the car And I told ya'll niggas how the Staten rock We don't, trick on chicks, yo we clap them shots You get caught if you ask a lot, like you don't know And where you at, then ya ass is got [Chorus: Cappadonna] Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E Mix coke with dust, still can hold me What made ya muthafuckas think you control me? [Verse 2: Solomon Childs] We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic Conceived with slow jams by The Delfonics At a level that you should of been years ago Responsible usually for coke traffic, usually for broken bone tragic Rest in peace, to Mayor Guliani's term They say I'm wrong, shit I'm try'nna see 26, with my daughters at the Emmy Awards All around the ball glowin', they got the weed flow droughted Or maybe niggas in the hood just ain't 'bout it Talkin' Hercules, and ain't nothin' but dog food Staten Island, New York City drools Crazy glue on my fingerprints Name on the concrete of my hood, what's really good? Vendetta's with these rap stars Frontin' like this crime and the pet is they cars Believe I was God in my last life What if it was your knife? What if they was your gloves, nigga.. [Chorus: Cappadonna] Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E Mix coke with dust, still can hold me What made ya muthafuckas think you control me? [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Aiyo, I came into this game on some real love shit And ya'll bitch ass niggas, ya'll wanted me to quit Because the way I dress ill and the way that I spit But I ain't never gon' stop, droppin' these joints And ya'll fake ass niggas, ya'll ain't gettin' no points Don't try to sabotage me, cuz you just can't do it You had me in the Square, last year, but you blew it Big Donna from the group home, that's my word Splash shots at your whip, splash shots at your bird Leave your brains and your Gucci boots up on the curb Pillage for life, Allah's will be the most superb Smoke weed with the cannon, smoke the herb So bow down, all you crab ass clowns you can't live My gun's on empty, but it's more shots to give I pop you like a slave cop, run in your crib Throw darts at your wife, throw darts at your kid Leave your house flooded with hits like O.J. did Escapin' the crime scene and you love how I slid [Chorus: Cappadonna] Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E Mix coke with dust, still can hold me What made ya muthafuckas think you control me?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Do It / Push[Intro: Cappadonna] Six years in the game, nigga, I ain't changed a bit Get with is, get up, yeah, come on Do it, club drinkin' tonight, push, yeah [Verse 1: Cappadonna] My whole quick off the hook, catch us live at a theater Chicks start doin' they thing, you gotta hear us We always in effect, man, police don't scare us We smoke weed in the clubs, drinkin' a little beer-a Post up love, honeys in the mirror Turn the mics up so they can hear a little clearer Real niggas and fly honies is in the area Vibe with me, come on, stride with me And when you start feelin' this shit, just slide with me Lay back on this, come on, glide with me [Chorus: Cappadonna] Do it, push Do it, do it, do it [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Aiyo, whose the illest rappers, I don't really give a shit All I wanna hear is one of ya'll niggas spit We at the livest event, and to get in this bitch Some niggas pay 20 cent, man, make it happen Come on, all of ya'll niggas on the left start clappin' All of ya'll honey's on the right start clappin' All in together now, get ready for the rappin' (come on, do it..) Me and my click came over for some action Sippin' on Hen dog, everybody maxin' Next thing you know, these niggas start yappin' Heads was gettin' flown, jaws started crackin' But then shit calm down, everything was chill Stupid muthafuckas wanna test our skill Ok, back to the beat, now, how it feel? [Chorus: Cappadonna] Do it, push Do it, do it, do it [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Ladies love how it's goin' down Cuz we always show 'em love, everytime that we come around And niggas like how we doin' shit It's just a couple muthafuckas wanna ruin the shit You little thugs can't wait for the tunes to hit Niggas is wildin' out, racoons'll spit We at the spot where the willies at, spendin' their chips And them ghetto glamorous chicks be swingin' they hips Niggas best to believe, we like it just like that All love in the fiesta, no kinds of crack Everybody is fancy, see the jewels is fat Come on ya'll, fuck with this, nigga, where you at? [Chorus: Cappadonna] Do it, push Do it, do it, do it Do it, push Do it, do it, do itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Power to the Peso[Intro: Lounge Mode] Yeah, nigga! Aiyo, what up man? This is all BB right here Word, yo, we just slid in from the back door It's Code:Red, nigga, level four, ya'll know what it is, man I told ya'll, huh? I didn't? Watch this one, though (Goon Squad!) [Verse 1: Lounge Mode] Aiyo, I know niggas that get dusted and wild out They foul out, talk to the cops and play they style out Me? I'm real hood, and them niggas that was fakin' before I take they jaws, cuz Lord, I wish they would Yes, Lord, it's all good, you know I hustle In the tanktop with no muscle, all in the hood And roll dice by the elevator, and post up And wait there, if he comin' in, dog, gotta wait til later I squeeze off, ease off from the nine milly And my niggas be like, "Watch how he whine, Billy!" And for the record, these niggas gotta come kill me Where I'm at, in the Hill, by the Ooh, silly Danger, danger, ain't nothin' change but space Ask Space and Daxe, in how they manage And how I do damage, fuck takin' flicks for cameras You know them bandanas, run with them clip bananas I'm on the hunt for the big dough to stick Santana Plus these labels exec's come in a calm manner N.S.Beezy, I stay easy Fuck what ya'll niggas is talkin', I'm off the heezy [Verse 2: Cappadonna] In the hood, you get fake hugs and cold stares Heat holdin' niggas with the apple colored wears Try'nna get them greens, premature niggas get knocked out and dope fiend Niggas stand up, Staten Island, rip you and ya mans up Hands up, yeah, kid, it's the real Rough necks on this side, cats makin' a deal Coke in the bill, weapons appeal, do what ya feel From Park Hill to Jungle Nillz So much that we gotta pay the bills Give us the cream or get killed.... Goon Squad! [Verse 3: Wigz] Aiyo, my jewels so chunky, I got a brass monkey With a, rock in his ear, two chips in his tooth No cuff', I throw the ol' joint off the roof It's a new year, I'm layin' new words in the booth Fuck "The Truth", I'm "The Reason" why rap needs to +change+ The same four quarters in +the game+, I got change Nickles and dimes, rhymes, styles of Beneen See, Cash Rules Everything, lord, I need C.R.E.A.M Gotta team that could elbow out the meat cooler I'm a hustler, I could sell a brick to a jeweler Off your front porch, g off ya back deck This me, Lounge and the team, we dishin' up the projects [Verse 4: Solomon Childs] We killas as sharp as knives Work for hire, special key be the paralyzer Got my own killa slang and dancers Certain hammers for certain circumstances These the roads of Allah's deed, knawhatimean? I took the advances and bulletproofed the Suburbans No handouts, stay earnin' mine The hood hate to see a nigga shine and now I know That a ho gon' always be a ho And 23's can't fit on a '98 Tahoe And ain't no superstars comin' off Apollo The chicks around the way frontin' with tongue rings, don't swallow My mind was raped as a child, Rocky could of never beat Apollo The feds could of never caught 'Cino P. Diddy would of never fell for a bird like J.Lo, power to the peso, nigga!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 1&9[Intro:] This one right here 1 & 9 [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] Hate to see my brothers minds go dimes blow Shines glow No swine no pork SI NY Gainsborough Every thought Streets talk Beats talk East court Knock your [?] off Night cellular Million dollar selling I score cheddar up Hard work betta us [?] tracks I speak facts Homies you cheap acts Nigga I’m G cats cars, money, microphones Hundreds I keep that Holding my fort down My fort sports that east pack Allow meats Nigga we eat that Study work hard make it out Then we reach back Monumental love Continental wishes Making death wishes Hood niggas roll out Dimes and ghetto bitches Drug money riches That had good niggas be snitches Now wait a minute My gun [?] It could never be finished I been in it since the beginning X amount of free pussy Free weed, free bombs, free business For all the hell we been through Nigga this is for the sinners It’s my word Me and Shaeine an dem Everybody do what they do Let’s take money, take paper man Shine on, shine on It don’t even matter yo We up the ladder on the reservation man This is how we do Shine talk, new talk, new walk What you goin do nigga This is how we off the boardwalk All of ma niggas that getting that paper Keep getting that paper [Verse 2:] [Unique] Hold up, hold up I got something to say Something to spray Games on if you get in my way Black gloves in the back With the 9 in the tray Pow Lay you down All you hear is the sound See the guard, see the tassle Yeah I’m sporting a crown Look around at my cypher Get torched around Unique I’m one different from the rest Spitting with the tech Blood leaking from your chest (let’s go) Surely ain’t one to test I rest You at peace Leave a crease in the beat Sum’in for the street Knowledge on You know the theme of this song Real minds I talk mines That’s how we all stand strong [Verse 3:] [GQ] You put in the couch I got better plans But I gotta watch my back For black vans and pelligrins Rap fans instead of [?] Half chance to get it ram Past friends And the white chicks Still saving the last dance Two steps ahead of you Ready for all the drama Talk so heavy [?] Of yo’ medical marijuana I’m shredding you in the biz On some presidential shit Crash surrender will show you the meaning Of what reckless is You can’t do it all on your own You got a betta chance Ryna to pull a sword out of stone You got a betta chance Stocking goods to board up your home Cause i’m callin it home And blow up the mall with a drone Of cause in the zone Wildin’ like im violent in a foster home Toss your bones in a bottomless pit Or for them organ donors Offer loan your heart is stone Starting over in some parts unknown That will rip you apart Swim the sharks and get your cartilage torn [Verse 4:] [Don Shae] I’m like a new baby guerilla That’s born in the wild Brains spillin on the 5th Got you snorting on tile Trained killer Got a few in the coroner’s now Easy to kill And got me bent When i’m recording my sound Yeah, i’m from the borough of shaolin Where the thoroughest niggas is found in [?] niggas get pound in Empty the clip Throw another round in Then jump in the black benz with surround sound in My flows so deep niggas could drown in it Adjacent to crystal lake And sticking them clowns in it Get stripped down in it Exchange shots if you down with in Between shots filled with browns [?] Got the bank with the mounts in it Five grand, this is my last roll Then imma bounce, dig it Platinum bridge in his mouth With diamonds mount in it Cause there’s a lot of zeros in my accounts [?] Filthy fuck boys hanging on [?] again Cause I shoot bullets you can’t block Like adrian peterson You don’t wanna see shae on these streets again Cause the sk sleep again Gotta call in da and police again I got too many guns for one person Main street or back block Catch it my gun’s bursting You can catch me Smack dab on the strip Guns like calisthenics Burn your abs with the fifths So everytime you see me The big mags on my hip Fully loaded clips For all you fags on my dick And I shoot it sideways Like bruce willis on his last flick So move easy And 9 [?] are blasting You won’t last in the streets And when it get cold I turn it up With the flash from the heat Low bass settle deep So go ahead and play with it Turn your face into tomato sauce When the tray hit it [Outro:] Can you dig it [x3]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Anointing[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah... fire and brimstone, the anointing Yo, straight up and down, black music, yo [Cappadonna] The black ACG's on, Louis Vitton Yo, I'm feeling quite right tonight, ya'll Big Cappadon, still low in the cut, with the gold fronts on Chilling out, ladies loving, my socks bugging me out I'm on a paper chase, stay fly Henny to waste, pistol on the waist I ain't trying to catch another case Up on the tour bus, Theodore Unit Entrepreneur status, the big baddest, family matters Weed blowing, listening to Gladys Soul babies with the 18 karat, solid gold rings Smash BB Kings, annihilate clubs out of state Cappachino the Great, my nigga Ghostface, we stay laced Bubble letters with the rugby hats, we were the thugs be at Clubs react, niggas wanna be us We g'd up, back on the block, re'd up Chicks talking, wilding niggas walking, tell ya story walking Take caution, I got the flow sick, put dough on the hits Snows all over the bricks, got hoes all over my shit Stand back, while I blow this bitch Every day, my whole dress code switch Don Diggeler, top of the line Certified rhyme buster one time, milk this cow The best way I know how, raising a mild child Original O.G., beats could never hold me Laid back, just aligner, what me and my Co-D The ice cold O.E., my name is tattered on your H.O.E Labels could never control me Goldielocks stay creepin' with the cold ass heat Diggler...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Here 2 Day[Cappadonna] These streets is flooded with crime and criminal minds Niggas dump on ya'll, straight take ya shines Catch you coming out the crib, straight raid your spine Stab you on in side, straight take ya nine Niggas'll kill muthafuckas for a bottle of wine So where you put the heat at, caught on the blind Here today niggas, better have a good time Gone tomorrow, that's how it is in the grind So beware of the dog, and the thieves at night Niggas'll cut you up, if the trees ain't right All of the Gods building, the degrees is tight Cock back my headphones, then I squeeze them right Yo, niggas'll kill niggas for the cheese and ice And ya ribs start touching for the peas and rice All of my in-the-ghetto niggas want G's and bikes That's why I need my cake, and more Cash Rule like Land-O-Lake I ain't try'nna be the one, just linger a zoo I wanna be out in a cruise, living good as you Up in the Bronx, or whatever, just me and my crew And we lounging real hard, uptown's is new Got the jeans real baggy and the fitted is blue Traveling across the world, like alakazoo Alakazaam, ya muthafuckas know who I am Throw my darts like I told you I can Yeah baby, big Donna from the group is, Pillage for life Click, and I lounge where the stoupe is [Rush] Yeah, it's basic dog, we all in this game to ball I leave my mark in your hood, like I'm writing on walls Come ride my balls and tell yo, bitch to come here I'm hitting 'em where, from the rear, pulling they hair Layin' the pipe, my forty-five game is tight I'm like a weed plant, nigga, I stay in the light On dark grounds, gun percussion hang over tracks I lay low on street corners, while I'm handing out packs Counting the stacks, while the feds, counting the facts Your glitter attracts, like I ain't that, nigga get clapped Guess whose back, Ratchet, the rap specalist A profession is my conscience'll, leave you breathless I drop lessons with street knowledge, hold my ground solid Watch me own back, I'm big, black and brolic Hitting hood with the collard green, weed from the Phillipines Cutting competition off with the guillotine What, the cuts in my chain is unbreakable You're uncapable, I make 'em and take a fall I take 'em all, leave 'em laying naked soft Run up in the wedding halls, shoot the cake and all Make your call, it's all street justice, dog Even if the innocent, have to be involved We can take it from the streets, to where you lay in the mall I'm layin' the law, while your whore playing the four Nine three eleven, selling those dimes for seven I don't, aim to please, I aim to squeeze And I'm aiming for the stars, cock sucker, say cheese, chumpEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down, Pt. 3[Cappadonna] You can't keep a good man down I'm rising up, Imma little smarter I see through your falsehood, your lies & stuff Turned out in the game, I was burnt out in the game No matter what everbody still knowin' my name I'm not materialistic, I'm not caught up in the fame I make a joyful noise, Im tryna bring about a change Sing a harp with 10 strings like the angels out Rush closed the store down gust took my house Let my enemies rise & fall till' the day that they gotta be called Please recognize my fruit, my heart be the flute My brains is black gold You can buy my CD's but you can't buy my soul Im Melinda's son, Big Mr. Hill Big Cappa Don, y'all wanted me killed so that the truth couldn't be revealed Your witchcraft & your devil worship, it don't work on me My sword bear love you could build a church on me So put your hands together for the unordinary light I spread fish be the bread of life The armor of God, God's to pour through the night Regardless I fear no evil, y'all pharoahes better let go of my people It's the annointed, survival of the generation of Nas So whoever can't see better open they eyes Hold onto my proverb like a woman in disguise Allure & seduce you and adulturous that lies Prayed upon his precious life Please nourish my thought like a wife And may the lost generation be found Because you can't keep a good man down...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Spark That Dutch[Cappadonna] Aiyo, spark that dutch, cuz my life is fucked up Even my hustle game is nothing but tough luck I stay in the street life, hoe took my truck Scrambling for increase, so my kids can eat I went savage when I felt the heat, you think something's sweet Yeah, muthafucka, til the beast get in you Go vampire on 'em, let the feast continue For real, lord have mercy when I beat the venue Rhyme sound so nice, you can eat the menu G-O, spark that dutch, cuz your life is so ill Shit on the line, and you might have to kill Ribs is touching, what you know about street production How you feel about living where the heats is busting It's the same old shit when I release the button Yo, spark that dutch, blow the sheets or something (You know how we do...) [Chorus: Cappadonna] Yo, spark that dutch if you don't give up Spark that dutch, nigga, cuz the streets is rough Spark that dutch, nigga, for the hoes that fuck Spark that dutch, nigga, til the stacks is up [Rush] Spark that dutch, get lifted on the back of the bus Make a kid do a bid, ain't, nothing to tough That we can't handle, get it like the watergate scandal And scramble til the cakes done, and blow out your candle Roll up a muscle, can't do nothing but hustle And I'm broke, and I can't buy, nothing but trouble I don't cuddle, but I hustle til the sun eclipse And that's a long time coming, nigga, run your shit I ain't done til I hawk and spit, on the track Park and pump yac' in any hood on the map It ain't where you from, it's, where you're strapped And how you react, when the, pressue is on Read it in reverse, like the, Holy Qu'ran Through my sons I live on, my soul lurking through ya'll And I advise ya, sky high, cuz it's curtains for ya'll... [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What’s Really Up?[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah, Boss rap stupid I'm telling you right now Staten Island man Don't front on me, Yo [Cappadonna] I grew up in Staten Island where the doors be locked Crack dealers be at the building, The floors be hot Yo Dreds be in the spot selling bags of meth On a good day, You might see my homeboy Chef Joelle, He turned rat now he's scared to death Little kids still running round, Way after the dark At the PF-57 near Policeman Park In the back they found a new born stuffed in a bag In the hood brothers die young it makes me sad Ayo, I dropped out of school a high school Dad Streets be eating up my brain like weed and hash Taking trips up town hopping out of the cabs Ridden calves from the Africans, Crashing em up Putting dime into dollar bills smashing em up Instead of passing our grade, We's passing the Dutch Getting shipped away daily in them slavery trucks [Hook: Cappadonna] Ayo what's really up, Ayo what's really up Ayo what's really up, Ayo what's really up [Cappadonna] In the hood it's only tough love and real tough thugs Ayo I was the type of dude that didn't stay in the house I was the type to while out and bring a tre in the house And Momma Love used to tell me not to be like that But I'll be gone for a week like I'll be right back Staten Island, Yo, We can't stop the hustle Ayo these thugs used to work for this kid named Muscle Watch out for ply yeah, Cause that kid might bust you Even though we hang tight yo we really don't trust you Got brothers that'll shake your hand and then they'll cut you But if your blood like me then the litter can't touch you And it's the hood that got the world going insane Even the suburbs, They know about the crack cocaine It's the hood that drove brothers like Shorty insane Ayo what's really up, Brother can't even maintain [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Goon Skwad[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah, Goon Skwad, we will not be oppressed Revolutionary rap, holla, ahhhh Don't get it twisted, thou shall stand up Goon Skwad hold it down, ahhhh [Chorus: Cappadonna] Goon Skwad, real niggas that represent, it's the Goon Skwad, bitch niggas, best to repent, it's the Goon Skwad, what? Coming, to pay the rent, it's the Goon Skwad, thug niggas be getting bent, it's the Goon Skwad, niggas with attitudes, it's the Goon Skwad, big niggas that eat your food, it's the Goon Skwad, yeah nigga, we coming right, it's the Goon Skwad, hand grenades, ready to fight, it's the Goon Skwad [Cappadonna] Don't you ever get it twisted, when we Walk in the club with that, shiny biscuit We come in peace, for whoever, wanna kick it It's the Goon Skwad, peace to Ruff Ryders, they down shifting And pop them gears, fall back on they knees, and make it The cops be coming round trying to get my goons a ticket It's the Goon Skwad, when we in the spot, them games be doing things Getting my niggas, lick a shot and you might get shot Some people be falling down, trying to get to the top Them devils be wanting you to stop, giving you praise Make us a lot, what you gonna do when you find yourself left on the block Goon Skwad, it's the Goon Skwad, ahhhh [Chorus] [Cappadonna] Major figure niggas don't play that shit We back to munching, we kill and spit, we like them thongs And them bras be on them chicks, Benzitos and them Hummers And spoiler kits, Nikes and fitted hats, how them ballers get Women be shaking they ass, flashing they tits Niggas be fronting and stunting, making you ball your fists In trouble with them Bloods and Crips, put depot niggas And them niggas who be slinging bricks, VD up in them time My niggas don't ever slip, fuck around and get your face whipped Goon Skwad, hit me on the hip, ready to flip Coming hard, it's the Goon Skwad, Goon Skwad, it's the Gooon Skwad, ahhh [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Famous Aimers[Intro:] Yeah Just puff something man Get my mind right From all of these crazy hood dreams Yo eh yo now come’on [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] Master of Ceremony I hate being around fake niggas That’s mad phoney Chicks ride the pony Me and amar eat veggies Its still boney Most of the times I step in the spot And niggas know me I roll blunts And I be smoking just like a roly poly Alakazam, sham taught me not to eat ham Bam bam up in the hood nobody eats spam Alot of dimes and money Fast as I can Tax invasion tryna stop me from cashin in We superstars in the game Dangerous men Whores don’t really like me But they fuck me again Money chaser Hope my lawyer beat the fucking case up Pop off Blast at everything until we make up In the back of the car On the dark route Two indian chicks that like dark cock I keep a [?] on my jock Just like my name [?] [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] I play the game by the old school rules You can rap the microphone if you don’t pay no dues And the rhymes so simple but you so confused Got nothing going for you but your lyrics is hook Yo, stay garbage, no pay homage Hip hop wasn’t designed for that nonsense We here to regulate Come out of conflicts Told ya’ll realness so get ya’ll the knowledge (c’mon) Make you rap better Elevate the [?] level Compete the guards and things Throw some patron [?] Form shit outta nothin’ I’m saying get cheddar Home of 400 or more But ya’ll don’t know better It’s a science to the study, to the t Success is nothing but the generation they achieve So i’m weaving like the shoalin monk From woo jing [?] Of any other mc [Verse 3:] [Don Shae] I can turn a hard block into a soft one Internet can turn a hard rock into a broadband [?] turn a hard rock into live round Enemies, birds, hard shots that flaw ya Hennessy and herb, hard shots and [?] White bentley azure Hard top like a milestone Im a monster like kanye and nikki Shit get like concreate when don shae hit the city Cause i’m an older dude I’m old school I can show proof To my young boys How to blow through moves Man I learned alot Never burned a rock Selling night Burn the block But never burned the pot Burning spot 12 12s How you burn the spot Murder plots 12 shells at the murder spot I never heard of op He never earned a spot Turn this top convertible drop When I [?] [Verse 4:] [PMD] My flow is so cold like Chicago I know it all slow But p’s never off Always on soul Pay attention when I check back in Snappin neck again Business never personal From long island to shoalin Bring it back to the fish in the hat And banging tracks When it come to globetrotting Been there, done that Raising the cheech and chong Doing a 100 meters on the autobond Once again its on Its the hip hop overlord Overseeing the source Birth the hiphop act From the land of the lost Screaming boss Pmd still come with the force Transmitting through satellites How I stay on courseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Paper[Intro: Lounge Lo (Cappadonna)] Yeah (yeah) what we do (come on Dini) huh? (1-6-Ooh) Yessa yessa my lord (Park Hill Productions, the mic'er son) faggots (Uh let's do this, turn it up, yo) [Chorus: Lounge Lo] If you see us on the block getting paper Chump, you better bet we got that thing on our waist And if you niggas don't think that it's major Then we'd gotta shoot you right dead in your --- [Cappadonna] Sometimes I feel like the whole world was built around me I used to sell crack until this music shit found me The streets remain deep, but not deep enough to drown me New York chop it up, get it cooking like ground beef When me and Lounge put it down, baby, it sound sweet We worked hard for this for shit, putting in work It didn't take long for us to put our foot in the dirt New York City of dreams, glamorous, iced out Fly whips with the fly crib, chicks on the couch Skyline, city of hopes, American lifestyle We ain't waiting for that gwop, we wanting it right now Fuck being broke, I wanna live like a white child My slums bust gun, base let go and white owl Forever on the grind, suck pussy and get paper Cell phone, two-way pager, all my niggas stay major Like Comrad, bombing the tracks like Arabs Money for grabs, let's get it, New York fitted Sliding out the door with a bit-itch Tell your wifey don't snit-itch, let's get rit-ich Tell 'em Diggeler did it, that's how I love to spit it [Chorus] [Lounge Lo] You might see on the six train, riding the subby Along some bad Puerto Rican chicks, and none of them ugly Staten Island's Most Popular Son, do what I do Fuck licks, I got chips and I carry a gun I told the Don to hold me down, I got some shit to finish And this is Blood Brothers 2, without counting the minutes One, the take-out food, I break your dude And have your daughter raped in school, after I ate your food I like the pen, but I hate the grooves, hate niggas Who talk shit, and like they wanna trace my moves Like where I'm coppin' the hard at and how much grams cost The mayor of my block, I've been holding the damn torch You see he go, it's BZ Mode With a Yes Lord, Yeah Man, easy flow Times up, rhymes up, man, CD gold I take it back to the Ooh and get one sixty dough [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Natural Disaster[Verse 1: Capadonna] Imma twist another nigga’s sandwich and get managed Puff after puff, my star goin’ demand this Reports, numbers, autographs and cameras, uh I’m on the scanners, murdering the crowds with good manners It’s a lot of rap bandits, not ready to be candidates But let’s handle this, show them how to dismantle this bitch When I spit, [?] gotta submit, c’mon Prophet, always on top of this shit Hunger it, 7 days and 7 nights, you need to settle it When I was the coach of that dump, I used to meddle, yeah Pitbulls is everywhere, yo, my kettle is thick [?] keeping the booker for real tea You can’t race me, gotta embrace me I’m hood, everytime I hear the beat Up in everybody hood, everybody know ol’ g I hold the microphone, plus I got the rosary So when we murder my enemies, nigga, I’m supposed to flee Back in this fly, where nobody can see Feds got to reason with the kid till the pyramids Bout to return will come back like jesus did Street conquerors, young life, young sponsorers Bout to run up in the spot touch down and get bonkerers [Verse 2: Amar Divine] You’re irrelevant, getting sick informally until I’m normally Act off and coast and pose, you see my karma be Vibrant, uh huh, it makes me live When I walk up bank and take all of your bread Doin nuttin level and now we got a night cover Party like the same eyed doe is [?] Just a second to go, yo, man you dealing with Businessmen, enterprise, niggas that flow We got king cash sense, we add cents For many we the federal laws my cash spent Ma sober manner, stealin’ in ma farm grammar Clone shit to grow fertilize it with a banner Watch me up worth double, I put my nut work Rap into a huddle, man, you little tryin big niggas is big trouble [Verse 3: WonderWoman] I been anointed with the holy oil Flow the ink, lets me think clearly Wondering minds, fastforward not rewind Plan to do the flashbacks futuristic preparations Now I know how to react, facing facts, not fantasy Virtual reality, meditate, moment of clarity Proposing hits, increasing my salary Overcoming technicalities Daddy’s little girl, mama’s pearl, so i’m prepared For the ugly beasts in this world But now I got my arsenal ready Keeping my strong arm steady Goal getting, trendsetting Captivating, so amazing trailblazing Persevere through the chaos Now I’m leaving the booth blazing [Verse 4: Lounger Low] I’m back from the dead like Fred Kruger Original head shooter get head on the bed with the let in Aruba I took drugs that Michael had and slept for days Came back and told Cap, I was rappin’ with dad But now I’m like fuck it, I keep my cool And if you test, Imma eat your food Ya’ll niggas don’t know my streets, fuck boy I’m Staten’s most pop’, you don’t know my peeps Kept it quiet for a minute stayed away from the beat But I tell you one thing, I had to pay for my heat So I lounge in the cut with shells, it ain’t hard to tell I got that ill shit, sour smells Car kill hooligan who used to wild out Ow I wanna shoot again, either or you or him A ferry boat (boat), I buss one online I’m on 17s, you on them old times Yeah, uh huh [Outro: sample] As he talks he paints a picture with words and gesturesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Parkhill Avenue Crew[Intro:] Yeah All the time Prepare yourself Straight up [?] about to get real Let’s do this We do it hood style Killer hill all the way to the bottom To the top Imma get mine you (echoes) We gonna get this bread Trust me when I tell you Let me hold that thing [gunshot] Hook off (echoes) [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] They tryna replace love in the world with falsehood Robots and virtual reality Bring slavery back Cut everybody's salary Lock yourself up for a mere technicality Homies say they buggin But they not conscious I’ve been around the world I’ve dealt with a lot of monsters Wu tang squad s bonkers I’ve been in the rap game for the longest Black defenders Go to war with the space invaders Androids everywhere Smash them like potatoes Move like pacman An original styler Honey see my donkey kong Is all gallagher Tom told cherry to chil So I could wild with her Three’s company now Call it my a team All in the family yeah We can make clean Step it up like the jeffersons Have good times Hook north in these beats Ain’t nuttin like hood times Hate is enough Be the partridge family We the black brady bunch Give it out like it’s free lunch Yeah Four hustler flow Got that All day with it Don’t play with it [Verse 2:] [Chunky] It’s a different world Got a lot of different strokes But that’s the facts of life Dont take it as a joke I’m not batman I’m the original black man Tellin the kids what to do When they see that crack man Evidence of fingerprints Booby trackers in my ends Do god’s plans Raise the level of the nubians Yeah we the super fans Mega bigga hip hop stars The stupid [?] Tougher than leather We all in together We never goin sever We bringin the tether Breaking the sound barrier Worldwind Shaolin fists Black activist Young,black, ghetto rich I’m down for the brick I don’t give a fuck yo And I don’t really give a shit Imma keep wilding out Until I make it to the tip Up there Somewhere real high Airplane to So plain On the go Real, real fast Make money on the train yo (making the change tho) [scratching dubs - cap-cap-cap-cappa… The great-the-the-the great] [Verse 3:] [Kash Verranzono] I said the town’s built now I’m just waiting to give it to em I search in his crib Bring it straight to his living room Grown man blitz I’m coming off of the d line Tell him fall back Take a seat and then recline Killer hill bully is back I got the whole crew 30 shot filled to the top Give em the whole thing I stand clear of niggas that on that sufferin shit I will dearly depart Anybody you fuckin with A savage That charlie i’m dumping Automatic I’ll get your head Put in that paper bag On plastic Gangsta’s turning gullible Same hood niggas that look up to you And honestly say don’t even fuck with you The more you going put in Is the more you going get out You rocking down new york Then afterwards spread out You think you going get rid of me Really got to be kidding me You’d only made me stronger You fuckers thought it was killin me Guess what Zipper your war boots and your vests up Cause when i’m done loading with niggas You next up You smashing on the pedal nigga It’s my year So realise I ain't goin nowhere Homicide [Scratching dubs - cap-cap-cap-cappa… The great-the-the-the great] [Verse 4:] Yeah Uh huh Straight from the motherland Dick bitches know how to smoke them greens They creep through your window like [?] This what you get Plastic 40 Invisible cut And the camera guy was me Poppin spades in the vic And they off you You stay talking shit But it cost you You left your fame straight But that’s all you Bitch nigga I’m next door I’m on top yo spouse Move wrong motherfucker Put the blade in her mouth Knock her head to the roof Just to clear the shit out Nigga shot just to get a [?] round on the house Talk slick And i’m taking you out your misery Revolver spinnin in both hands Like yosemite I’m from the block I bet these niggas remember me Tryna go the harder way Just like timothy Pause on dope Nigga be on the smack card Od on beats Motherfucker i’m natural Plastic Glock Bullets is titanium Kinda shit that melt in your hand Before you bang on em I know you don’t like your view But keep hating then I hope [?] will put a move Off in his cranium Bow bow bow bang bow bow Bop bop Blooooww Bbbblllooooow Yo cat What the fuck is that Homicide housing Loose lips [Outro:] Hook off (echoes) Bang (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wanted[Intro: KMC (Cappadonna)] Remix (Cappadonna, KMC, Wu-Tang, wanted down in Jamaica) Wu-Tang, here it is [KMC] Pass me clothes, jump on a beewee Playing on my guard, on the yard And the caddy bout it, front of me Want twenty five dollars, I'm robbed But I'm rich, bout the Trinidad, ya'll can look on Me want my movement on the art Jamaican pool, is all up me up Physician me want bumbaclot, know [Chorus 4X: KMC] I'm wanted (wanted) wanted (wanted) Wanted in Jamaica [Cappadonna] I'm wanted for a crime that I didn't commit Wu-Tang Clan, we never submit Throw away the guns, empty the clips It just like Jamaica, down in the Bricks Gun man move, we don't take no shit New kind of gun, we exercise it Snake like a silent ninja, get cash Go hard, pull heat for the legal tender Bad boy movement, never surrender Police go wild, whenever we enter We in here like power guard center Cappadonna, KMC Swiss vans up, duck the po-e In Jamaica, keep it low d Feds come around, tell 'em you don't know me You don't know me, you don't know me [Chorus 4X] [KMC] You says I pull on the boy, them throw 'em my up Get the gun, blood fire, from all the bluff All the killy killy boy, them come bumbaclot Beenie Man, gon ponder de bumbaclot As KMC, said he want bumbaclot Police want to lock me up for bumbaclot Said me all up in the jets at the bumbaclot Boy, I cuff me on lock, boy Beenie Man, you coulda tell me Bounty Killer could of warned me Weed mash, oh boy, you could of showed me I would of never disrespect the country Look after me, come off the stage The whole media going in a rage Police want me, locked up in a cage Know me, I be in a new page [Chorus 4X] [Outro: Cappadonna] Yeah, man, Cappadonna, KMC Wanted, in Jamaica, Wu-Tang Clan Killa Beez on the swarm This is how we do it, we mix it up to get it popping Police not catch us, wanted in America, wantEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Actual Facts[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah Another exclusive (uh huh) Its that piff for your mind Study, get your mind right Little homie (I see you) Little mama (uh huh) Straight up the doctor is in Its that penicillin Ay yo Yeah [Verse: Cappadonna] My eyes all red My head filled with blunt smoke I'm out here struggling And I still can feel hope My job not ready Paychecks not steady I used to sell drugs Just me and my man Henny Now I'm out here flipping these raps To enlighten the youths Life is more than selling crack On the project stoops I came from nothing But I always kept my roots Don't floss on them Show them how to stack their loot Intelligent minds we think alike Utilize my gift Music make people unite Spirits uplift, see through the sun's light The kids loving it My universal sound And yo I do it for the public We discovery shit All my fans want to cuddle with this Protect my family from the police sticks Pancakes, grits in the morning at six Hot boys running up in the bricks Welfare mixtape yeah fame (?) I eat them beats up Man pass a toothpick [Hook] Yo we never going to stop Getting this paper As long as we black you can count on that And if you from the projects Yo we got your back Best believe, true indeed That's an actual fact Yo we never going to stop Getting this paper As long as we black you can count on that And if you from the projects Yo we got your back Best be believing son Ayo its actual factEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy C.A.P.P.A.[Intro:] Yo I’m an artist I draw pictures Same ol’ shit Different day I’m not a hater I’m a participator Hard times and prophecy I’m a hip hop entrepreneur Spiritual rap in guerilla warfare I’m a legend in the game Concrete jungle life in the world I dedicate this one to all them artist [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] Some of ya’ll say you can’t understand me Cause you don’t know the science of a nigga with a [?] Came from the slums Now I got more funds The more paper The more I see the hate come I’m out here tryna get a little break from the snakes and the jakes them Gotta shake them Give a lot back Now I gotta make some I don’t trust none of ya’ll You could be a fake one Friends are enemies Enemies turned friends Don’t judge me Cause we all got the same sins I’m a hustler Entrepreneur You a customer You want me to do it Keep coming [?] in that floor Make a honey jump to it an screw it Nuttin to fool with it Go to school with it Still drive jewels with it Flowing on cruise with it And i’m gonna do with it What I gotta do with it Till i’m through with it Brother you can go and spread the news with it Yeah Uh [Chorus:] C-a-pp-a [x3] Check it out yea [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] My nigga roughs that speedy game up Niggas wanna rock with the hot potatoes Ain’t no thing Cause a nigga go in Tell you motherfuckers Yo you are not the greatest Tell the dj stop the faders Bring it back to the top of playlist Every night you niggas get it right Every nigga with a mic Wanna spit some pages Well nothing is safe Straight anus You a homo thug that got famous Don’t wanna hear your thought You little wack report Your lifestyle don’t fuckin entertain us It’s all fake nigga Stick to the basics Drugs, moneys, hoes, no innovation I’m too real for your radio station Djs might lose their jobs they try to play this [Chorus] C-a-pp-a [x7] Consider all poor people acceptable [Sample ominous sound Gunshot] Hook off (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Project Kids[Intro:] Yeah Getting this money Stay like that Fuck everybody [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] Cracks in my pocket I’m only 17 Can’t wait till i’m older So I can do independent things Well first i’ll have money Then I got bad diet Thought out high school Imma fuck up that Pray that god don’t judge me For all of my wrongs So I forgive all of ya’ll niggas And I put it in a song, c’mon If you fucked up the way that I did Then you more than just a baby You a project kid You probably shitted on yourself And you proud of where you come from Most niggas in the hood see no good Why you think people hear shots and they don’t run Stuck with this loaf of bread A couple stale slices Eat with tea cause got it wrapped in ice chips Look at the black guy He got 30 white chicks Yeah we fight hard And we spark purple night sticks Urkel type witch With classy ass chicks That love me for me Cause I master that bitch Stuntin african nigga Yea It ain’t nothing for us to get dirty Always keep a big scrape on our knees since big wheels Fresh for you It’s hot in the pjs I think you smell good, you look good, you feel good [?] you can make it tryna fake it Come on man be yourself I know how you feel Michael jackson said it starts with the man in the mirror Michael jackson shit [Verse 2:] [Amar divine] Sometime it get cold up in my zone man Two to the head just staring at the microphone Like yo I can just see starting to blow And get some money real quick Cause everybody making dough Maybe i’ll simplify my rhyme a little sum’in I talk a lot of shit And never say nuttin Reduce the realness I’ll amplify the front Make it seem like i’m dumb as fuck And I don’t know nuttin I’d like that life (i bet you would) The world train nigga Glorified kill in the zone To get some fame nigga Flav used to live in the house With the same niggas Passengers bought in crib Got them plane tickets Send his monkey ass on tour Make sure he say what he’s supposed to say Nuttin more God forbid these niggas start making sense God forbid real players got a ball from bench You dig Are you sure That’s who you are Are you the person You wanna be And do you wake up nights and find You got an unclear conscience You got an unclear mind] [Verse 3:] [Show Stoppa] I was raised on welfare With no health care But now I’m a man And I don’t need no help yea Cause now i’m on the block Building up my welfare Cause to me now The picture’s more clear You don’t understand What it takes to be a man Cause now I got the world in my hands So I plan To get more money in my hand So motherfuck you if you don’t understand Every woman, every man We all need a plan So it’s my duty to do all that I can To formulate and stand But now you want us dead So cap said run So I ran, damn [Sample] … But when one of your brothers is down That’s when you supposed to stand up You know what i’m sayin And be strong And be their clutch So that….] Are you sure That’s who you are Are you the person You wanna be And do you wake up nights and find You got an unclear conscience You got an unclear mind] All them white people I forgot my shit Hold up BlahhhhhblablahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We Hood Rich Now[Intro] Yo What up kid 2009 shit right here Back out the bing son Uh Feels real nice Let's do this (Spark it) Yeah yeah Woo [Verse 1] Yo This pain ain't nothing I feel Than what I felt when I was selling out Out on the strip, crack dealt The knocks rolled, chicks yelped, my momma said help Judge hit me with a two-to-four My life got shelfed Back out the bing now, doing for self My seeds want daddy back, that's why daddy pack Baby mom screams like she's all that Give her stacks she (?) Like I sold drugs now I do rap Hood rich, do rag Too bad, you mad Still my pen pop off Two pass, my crew move (?) Golden ass Golden glass Something could get stolen real fast Niggas who be holding cash Hood rich, quick go get masks Fly whips, drove 'em and crashed And honeys is all that Ride poles and laugh [Hook] We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now Uh [Verse 2] Coordinate Get my life straight Don't exaggerate Meditate Stretch the weight Step in the gate Kept in they face Slept in their state Cappachino the great Get cake, get chicks Get bricks, get new kicks I don't play tricks its hood rich Cut a nigga if he ever should snitch Honeys, love 'em good and thick We give 'em good stick This the hood shit The floss and the royalty, love and all this How you call this Me and my baby mothers veggies and all fish (?) on all gifts Tough drugs, tough hugs, tough lugs And can't nobody do it like us 'cause [Hook] We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now UhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Alumni[Intro:] [?] [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] I jump off the building I land in first class I was only 13 When she gave me my first ass I remember KC gave Sherman a dirt back From the wild streets Where nobody say we worth trash Put God first, then vocabulary, church maths Quiet, go higher Then you start to admire Swing Reverend in the house You steppin in my fire Bells ring Angels appear I throw spears Beyond the clouds Yea I sing it for every child When go go foul I feed mine from exile So special Peep ma next style Guaranteed to get the flex out Never stressed out Came back and now he’s stressed out Up in the hills with black My dawg remo Watched my team glow Let the steam blow Still on my theme tho So all ya’ll brothers Better line up and pay attention Haters and enemies better line up for detention Me and my henchmen Moving like french men Burn the dutch master Burn good incense The harder we go The shit get intense Niggas fuck around It’s goin be a bad incident Sue woo 36 chambers in an instant Never get fenced it Coco [echoes] [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] You make em’ listen Came to give em what they missin Turn this whole game Into a verbal composition Life, position be like that of a right He ain’t holding a pen Like what the fuck should I write See everybody here be on the sterotype I ain’t the one to follow suit Ain’t wearing your tights Will know with my intelligence Search for higher heights Seeking better understanding Words like advice From christ or buddha A vicious barracuda Rhymes like pen on [?] So they consume us You heard i’m nice Well i’m better than the rumors Can hardly even fathom How we making these moves You blessed or sumtin Are you next door frontin You may made this shit But you can’t take nothin away We either get broke or get paid Better make your choice Or get the fuck up out the way nigga [Verse 3:] [Don Shae] Shae the Ape Gorilla like King Kong Yea..move them things back and forth Like ping pong Michael Corleone Pinky ring on what? I kill a beat Getting the sting on Now pulverise anything that i’m on I keep swing on These corners you clingin on to You wanna ride or collide Bring it on Guns been supplied The silencer spinned it on Let’s get it on For sure get your fitted on Mac 11, squeeze til his middle’s gone I don’t nuts or force cups With bad chicks Who grown up but fold up When the man kick Mad gits wanna clash with the beast It’s like jurassic park Not a rap to the [?] Enemies wanna pass in the street The only way you pass Is when I pass the heat [Outro:] Hook Off (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Spiritual Love[Intro:] Riddim me a culture ya’ll [Sample of spiritual love Chorus] Where my homeboys and homegirls? You already know [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] You don’t have to be at the studio Just to let the verse out That spiritual love in your heart Just let it burst out Spiritual love let the mice in the church out It’s the feeling that you get When you grow up on the right route For the trials is what you know Life is all about Forgiveness overcomes sins And hell will hold town That’s why imma hold it down For all the people that are still loving Come around Wishing the best for ‘em Never want them on the ground Staten island, worldwide Put aside your pride Killing hate shit No more black on black crime Focus on the present And leave the past behind Dig deep inside yourself And you’re sure to find Find your spiritual love Self and mankind [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] Look how long we’ve been striving and growing Look at life compared to what you knowing We see the facts son We the chosen Children of the most high god Who could oppose him Which emotion here Could ever elevate To the critical control A nigga separate This is spiritual love That we reciprocate One god, one life, one truth Eliminate confusion It’s what the devil like to do See i’m a soldier in the army of god I rebuke him with the power that’s invested We manifest it We couldn’t stop it even if you could arrest it Ma niggas poppin on the corner light refreshments Get back into the crib and [?] for their assessments, huh Could be the best shit a nigga ever cop And ain't no violence in the verse And so we make them buss a shot [blap] [Spiritual love sample] [Verse 3:] [Nakeeba Amaniyea] Seh well the most high will guide and protect them Deliver weee They try a ting but no quiver or shiver Reverse situation Damn near the damnation Being hurt in my bases Can’t leave the plantation You see Blatantly fragrantly Outdo your agents Disgusting, you must think my people are vagrant Empty you tempt me Relentless for centuries Repentance, my vengeance Is promised to [?] zeen I read your messages Make your Spit with diversity None of that before rap Cold rap assume that Spiritually healing Catch those feelings Exposing the dealings Pride for the biblical Flows criticals Spit fire Brought you to my burp Umbilical Bun captivity Baptism lyrical True salvation is spiritual Amaniyea [Spiritual love]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Holdin’[Intro: Cappadonna] Park Hill Productions... that's my word Diggiler... yo [Cappadonna] It's more lonely at the bottom, than it is on top More niggas grinding it out, making it hot It's me, I straight hustle and be cabbin' a lot Cappadon', same brothers get stabbed and shot I'm in the hood with ya'll, for real, ready to rock And I hold the big shit like Big and Pac Come on, test my spot, come on, test my spot Come on, test my spot, come on, test my spot [Lounge Lo] Aiyo, I spun through the ghetto, took a flick of the struggle The big boy pushing the hard youngings, getting in trouble Told the Don that I needed a hustle, and so he told the kid You rock tanktops and need no muscle But I live for the block, my wife and babies And baby moms out of town, is like 'fuck you, pay me' Killah Hill 10304, that's what made me I'm in the hood, so good with it, fuck 'em who hate me [Chorus: sample (Cappadonna)] Oh, I'm holding (more love and knowledge) Yes, I'm holding (want a sound kids in college) Oh, I'm holding (more ice and paper) Yes, I'm holding (we gotta see where life gon' take us) Oh, I'm holding (more love and tricks) Yes, I'm holding (we gotta hold our head in the bricks) Oh, I'm holding (we gotta hold our head in the bricks) Yes, I'm holding (we gotta hold our head in the bricks) [Cappadonna] Aiyo, we travel through the world in expensive life Made it through the difficulty and we came out right We be in the clubs all night, smoking and drinking Wake up early in the morning, start working the ink pen While the beats in our circonference, manipulating the mind We on the blocks hustling, participating the grind Or associating with snitches, protect our riches Superstars in the hood, what, slums and ditches That's straight New York shit, feds take our pictures We live in vanglorious times and beautiful days Of amped, from the former life, now we kings Yo, the struggle is for real, sometime we had to rob and steal Just the ghetto way of life, hustling, keeping it real Respect this, if you know how it feel, uno Longevity, we on the come up, Park Hill Productions [Chorus] [Outro: Cappadonna] Uh, with Park Hill 10304 Park Hill Productions, what up B-Rock? My brother Bizzy, what's really doo-doo, man? (suuuuu) Young spark that booga foot (Let's get it, 06, The Cappatilize Project)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Help the Brovas[Intro:] Help the Brovas Yeah Got to keep getting this money Early bird catches the worm Still hungry Yes yes Need that paper on all levels man Ain't nobody getting money like you Hold me down Straight up and down Fuck a bitch trying to eat Yo.. Check it out [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] Beats is banging Yo Its chunky in here Honeys is gorgeous, looking good It’s funky in here Its beamed out, you might see a junky in here Wave rider, homicide houser blow blowser My team is fresh like baby powder Step back See through porches Clam chowder Creamed up Shiny boots My mind is on thower Money love powder I get Beats I knock them shits off in a hour Crazy Air Mikes Throw back as Eddie Bower Creamy felines in the executive tower We crazy getting hours More money, more sex, more love and hate Blind faith Without that cannon you not safe I’m in a hoodie like Trayvon Black colored face Bag full of scrapes We’re the slaves that escaped New York State Heavy weight Hip hop cake Everybody else better move from the gate [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] Yeah man Try to motherfucking help who you can help Know what I mean First of all you gotta make sure you can help yourself man Ya’mean And with all these niggas tryna keep a nigga down That ain't helping nobody First of all get your own shit right Then talk about helping other niggas get right Y’know what i’m saying [?] We outstanding We out standing on the block Watching everybody Probably wanna be a cop You get a job Cause you're not a hard rock And nigga we don’t give a fuck About the jewels that niggas got [fuck that] You like jewels well I’ll give you one to sell[?] Your image see through And all your rhymes sound Now think about ways To try and make some money My album’s wholesale You can take a couple from me Blocks And george’s moving like rocks To get your money back Not time Invest them in stocks On an uprise you can’t lose You’d rather be tough guys with bad news My niggas right man Help the Brovas I ain’t gotta rep no Matter fact you gotta be careful who you rep these days You help them get through certain levels Then they be like fuck you Nah’mean yo fuck you Nah’mean I don’t trust nobody but God Straight up Heh Straight up What it be like Spliff Star Spliff I’m a soldier And I’m strapped like the Taliban I’m in the streets Chasing nothing but these holograms Happy Days motherfucker Richie Cunningham I’m no snitch like Nino More like dunnaman Cain and Abel days nigga Watch your brother man She don’t love you She lyin’ She with tha other man This world’s fucked up And they accept that Little bad work nigga I’ll stretch that I gotta eat, got kids Got bills to pay My chest alight Day and night For that money made Cops looking for the kid Like I’m a runnaway I’m like fuck it gingerbread man Catch me when you can Help the brovas [Song fades to end]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro[Intro] I want you to listen, everybody comfortable? (Yeah) We need a man to open our eyes We need a man to make us hear again We need a man to make us live again And I'm telling you that black man is in America todayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Genoside[Intro:] Hook off [echoes] Yeah [Verse 1:] [Don Shae] Yo this is for the niggas That’s killin theyselves Put hits out on each other For the fame and the wealth Got portraits of black devils Reveal theyself That’s so genocide shit I seen it from before I seen it with my third eye That rap took a fall Yo my spirit got involved Souls were turned demon Women got infected And burned by the semen I seen them posted up Drunk on [?] On they forehead Was a mark that’s no good Brothers act like taking life More than making life The lord had to take away Their hearing and sight Like come on man Hating on don Cause I shed light I just war with the mic I’d like to be more effective Brothers should respect it Forcing rap to get rejected [sirens and gunshot] [Verse 2:] [Cappadonna] Hey yo I’m still alive But you pro’b I dead yea I’m redline, sports bra on the red ‘vet I’m in the money race A honey race Is what you dummies chase Choppin chunks of [?] Up on my brother’s plate Bookin stacks at a lovely pace Hustle on the boulevard Cause I trust in god When I hustle hard This rhyme time Tryna bubble like hot lard It’s crime time And we [?] slime You poptart You rock hard Like [?] zero Layin berettas Stash boxes with [?] and cheddar My plan clever A damn terror Like al zackowi Like scarface Instead i’m blowing pounds in cali Like baseball I rush you know if you foul me Shell cases and numbers down Try to surround me Too much luck Can’t pick it up with the bounty My head’s above water But they tryna to drown meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Live Ya Life[Verse 1: Cappadonna] Yeah Sure as I live I'm going to get mine Straight up and down Pillage forever Ayo, ayo We sat up in the booth last night On some ill shit Put our minds together Start spitting the real shit Market these darts get a deal real quick Yo me and my brother lounging we hustle for chips We on the road often Living, we forced to win Blowing on your mindstate yo of course (?) While Lil Wayne got your brain Yo we doing the same We make music hood yo Collect our change We drop the flavor All over the world like rain Reincorporate our life and mix it with street pain We been through this shit We not new to the game Ladies love how we drop the hits We make movie premiers Get money and we pop the flicks Its all love baby girl Not money and drugs Its no turning back Yo its the life we live We hustle everyday Grind hard, raise the kids And we don't waste time out here We know what it is Live your life Live your life Its your biz [Verse 2 (?)] Yo know the airplane flights Gym shows in London I hit the booth Spit darts to attract this pumping Spread love to the fans Get the whole crowd jumping And me I move well like Barack on something Lay back on that tour bus I caught a thought of getting money, burning piff And yeah busting more nuts Jokes, I laugh Some niggas mind they own Some talk shit, but get choked and stabbed Listen I'm the one who be choking the pad From Staten Island, Park Hill who be scoping your flag Mama love said do it baby, you go boy Peace to Sham You know that nigga he so 'roid I need money like Jay-Z A house like Lil Wayne A Kanye beat, no T-Pain Change my voice, picture me doing that Yall know the kid and the shit that I do with Cap Yo its no turning back, its the life we live We hustle everyday, grind hard, raise the kids And we don't waste time out here, we know what it is Live your life Live your life Its your biz [Verse 3: Cappadonna] We like pretty women Big jewelry and fly wardrobes Crazy kicks, we like to be at the shows Getting our fresh on Breaking ballers, never faking moves We on some late night shit, honeys is right Dim lights, the crowds gather, the crews post up Mad swagger, everybody comfortable Its crazy how I bump into you Dimes is cute (?) Rhyme and puff roots Get off your stoops, support truth (?) for roots for rap Never let the mind go back Take our time and recline back Live life, cherish life, cherish the mic, inherit the sight Mi casa es su casa Man straight up and down, do what you gots to Give a little, take a little Bring it in the middle and get diddled Its no turning back Yo this the life we live We hustle everyday, grind hard, raise the kids And we don't waste time out here We know what it is Live your life Live your life Its your bizEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy In The Dungeon[Verse 1: Cappadonna] Down in the dungeon I be drinking and smoking Niggas wanna judge me and fuck with my emotions I'm too pressed to be stresses never the less Some got the best of me, I failed a few tests I'd rather build with you than hate you with this tec A big OG, peace to my nigga Deck Peace to whoever showed me love and respect In the dungeon, yah you better protect your neck If you know about piff the (?) The dungeon is not (?) Mad chicks in the dungeon, never upset Share 'em with the whole crew right after the (?) Lot of niggas in the dungeon with unpaid debts Try not to live life with a bunch of regrets In the dungeon yah you got to learn the steps In the dungeon shh quiet as (?) [Hook: (?)] We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon) We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon) We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon) [Verse 2: (?)] Ball and chain (?) straight for one's mentality One man's mentality wasn't getting a salary He was lost in a world so big No wife, no kids, no car, no business Useless No DJ, clueless Where'd they do this Yo that's foolish To even fake or live life like that You got to grab it by the nut sack Yo in fact You gotta take charge, make change Switch your lane Its not the same Never you mind the drug game You'll get more from the blood bank You better think Or just go hit a bank then Reality sets in he's starting to think How much time would he take in the bank When reality sets in he's starting to think How much time's he gonna spend in the clank? [Hook: (?)] We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon) We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon) We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Free Lunch[Verse 1: Cappadonna] First off get them in the bed Take they shirts off (?) the weed and thizz Honeys love me like this Ice wrists and deep dish Five 25th yo my swag is the compass Black a proud, a nigga whatever I accomplish Mama Hills son, I carry a real gun But when I steal something catch all of my shells Hardbody is the case, my brain's in the cell My heart's like a prison Yeah my thoughts is hell I'm out here, I see the shit when I spark my L I'm free now I feel like I escaped from jail I move like a wiseman making my bail Governments plant fear in their mail I don't fail My thoughts stay fresh on my niggas that don't squeal Papi (?), freedom mean more than a bitch I'm going to grind hard all day and get these chips [Verse 2: (?)] I move with them niggas who shake dog A couple of eight balls And know when to shake them jakes off Its late night so I gotta get cake dog And tell a bitch I'll beat her girlfriend (?) Ain't nothing to (?) We could face off And after that dude, I'm back getting that base off If the drought come I cake off And get money Double up, sit in the truck Lay low where its nice and sunny Hold the blam down I started thinking of self Like this is my man's town I'm on the regular B-boy city mix You niggas live But this is how B-Easy get I slide through with a crew that's Su-Wu Hundred niggas on bikes out the one-six-oohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Show[Cappadonna] Aiyo, I went uptown in the middle of May I seen a young lady, she was coming my way I tipped my hat, I said "How do you do? You looking mighty good in that white and blue" She said "Damn, Cap, you looking good yourself I wouldn't wanna be with nobody else" She had a, nice smile, pretty complexion But all she needed was a little affection So I grabbed her hand and said "come home with me We could go to my house, and watch some TV" But when we got to my house, we slouched on the couch Next thing you know, I had my tongue in her mouth Hold up, hold up, hold up... hold up, hold up... Now... now... hold up... We had sex, right, all due respect She sent me to the store to buy some Kotex Hold up... I said, "Hey, baby girl, what would you have? Stay Fresh and Freee or just Maxi Pads" Get 'em...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Net Surfin’[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah This where we at That's right man Scrape that pot (?) You already know what it is This one is for the kids Yo [Verse 1: Cappadonna] I'm not trying to be bragging But I ain't have a lot I came up from the street I used to live in the spot All my homies that I know We used to hustle and sell blow And its like I don't even like to talk about it no more But its my life And its how I used to live Now I do what I got to do to feed my kids Make me want to jump on something, do another sting But if I slip on that, I'm going to be in the bing And my queen, she don't understand I tell her to chill But that's why Jack didn't want to be with Jill (?) still bill, all of my dogs too We just always want to eat better Move around different places and sleep better Get paper, floss lovely and spark the bubbly Its our nature to be the best at what we create Now lets make a wager We got the flavor, chicks love us (That's right) How we put it in, yah come here pudding Everything is on point Me and my nigga (?) roll joints The misfits My thoughts lose it I make music and play stupid Do something, never knew I'd do it Uh [Break: Cappadonna] You can tell I'm from the fast time Just to get by, just to pass time My momma ain't raised no fool All of my niggas did past crimes All of my dogs dead Now you on your family thing Represent no matter what Don't throw away the ring [Hook: Cappadonna] Stomach hurting, I'm still flirting Being the world surgeon For some reason yo I wasn't certain Never gave up on my sacrifice Just to see my squad working I'm still net surfing (x2) [Verse 2: (?)] You could feel like the vapors Open up your jugular vein like razors Baby Dream make up Skyscraper Stop niggas in motion Like a taser Hi hater Street code lay low Connect clientele together like Lego This muscle, with no muzzle Super Bowl, last down no huddles Godfather Niggas don't believe Till you bring the heat like lava My poverty in HD (?) And we the definition of wave Shots of action like Scorscese Money the theme, Illuminati bar codes Power in numbers When you hunting for the green [Hook: Cappadonna] Stomach hurting, I'm still flirting Being the world surgeon For some reason yo I wasn't certain Never gave up on my sacrifice Just to see my squad working I'm still net surfing (x2) [Outro: Cappadonna] I remember when I used to be a little shorty I thought I knew it all I thought i had the answers to everything You couldn't tell me nothing I was one of them little smart bad little niggas Snot nosed Huh Yeah I just knew I had all the answers Huh You think about thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down, Pt. 2[Cappadonna] You can't keep a good man down Don't force my hand, It's the original black man The spies are rejected, I came through when my life was hectic God raised me up though, Brought me through a tuff time I couldn't put it in rhymes I was coked up and weeded, I travel with the heaters I was being seduced by all of these spiritual readers Looking into my future, Tryna stop my shine Eating from the forbidden trees, They was after my mind But the burden wasn't heavy enough To many dudes kept passing me dust My ex-wife, Cutting up chickens, Rituals in the graveyard Didn't have no effect on me cause I was walking with God Warlocks and feminims, Tryna keep me away from Lounge and Kim and them Knowing that my family tree Will give me strength when the Devil try to drop his G Got me caught up in a circle of fire Momma told me that the Devil was a lier So I smoke more weed and I started to get higher I gave up all of my possessions and all of my attire I fasted, And I become more closer with the Messiah At the same time, These Devils try to keep me blind Thinking I forgot about Christmas time Like they was nimrod, And had my balls hanging on a branch On some Santa Claus shit they invaded my ranch Looking at me all dumb like I'm an ordinary lamb But I'm a sheep in a green pasture, I see past ya I stopped, And I took a look at the slave and his masterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Aluma Knotty[Intro:] Yea Shakazulu Original shazee Amar Pyramids We beyond that project shit yo [?] We kick it now Willie bobo Fucked up I ain’t gotta tell ya’ll niggas so so yeah Never that Keep my eyes on the po po Nah It’s only weed nigga It’s no blow nigga nah [Verse 1:} [Cappadonna] You can see me live with ma niggas tho Gotta make moves keep my eyes on the popo yo I need mad room Yeah nigga, elbow 15 acres of land Plus the velcro Pings in my rear I’m telling them hell no It’s that bi Next thing they be all in your cell tho Homeland security Should be a newborn Satellite Zooming in on everything that going on Fake milk Rotten eggs Poisoning cow meat Fuck with the system Say i’m letting my child speak, yea It’s been a wild weak Molly in ma system Cause i’m out on these fast streets Police hating on me They don’t like how my style be That deep ass posse shit [?] in maui Ol’ youn nigga gave that motherfucker [?] [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] Run this game nigga Lock, stock and barrel Nigga want front But they sporting our apparel Speak against us But only talking bout us That’s why we moving in Roads that’s never travelled Expiration, deeper investigation Every obstacle More knowledge in the making If it’s possible we get in deeper conversation Philosophical, scientific combination Before that, snitching corporations No illuminati It’s the business aspirations For the black administration Who lack the motivation Looking like america’s ready for the taking Terrorism, talking longer on the television Fresh, new ideas We goin make em listen Why? Cause we talking with Advertising budget [?] in your favorite shows [Verse 3:] [Show stoppa] Seen your eye in the fire Lions and tigers It’s a jungle out here Somebody’s always dying Mothers is crying Babies is dying Disease is at an all time high an And gasoline I at the highest it ever been But who’s to blame Whose name can we call Fucked up We all seen the buildings fall But still I keep a clear mind For the next time Looking for another airplane to pass by I keep an eye in the sky Put my hand on my gun I’m not a trackstart so you know I don’t run But when disaster strikes Casualties will happen Look at all the bodies they pulled from out of manhattan Attend to the plot Ten years and they’d already forgot 9/11 was a dirty plot [Outro:] Hook off (echoes) [After track epilude] Every thursday night Your martial arts class I go down To the legal beagle See if jack chapper is there If we exchange gloves He gets three points If he wins If I win I [?]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Freestyle[Cappadonna] Aiyo, I'm all fucked up, like them niggas in the struggle be I look good on the outside, but got dust in me I'm vexed, I spent all my life in the projects You could never know what's next Even though I rap, I could still go broke Rob and sell coke Doing life for catching a body, ain't no joke Fuck dope, nigga, I used to sell crack I hate to be like that, but it's real like that I got locked up mad times in the Hill I been to Fishscale, Mohawk, Sing-Sing El Mira, Shock Two So if you feel like me fuck me, then fuck you Yeah...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It’s A Man’s World[Intro] Yo yo right here This one is for the banana gang Yeah Word up Bust them banana clip thangs Shh Know what I’m saying Gladiator posse (Get ‘em) C’mon let’s go [Verse 1] I got a fetish for hot chicks Hot cars, trucks, fly whips Seventeen I got whipped Crack, drugs, guns, all kinds of shit I used to be in the bricks Like a stray dog, petty crimes Young homies with no minds carry nines The pain made me stronger The blocks getting longer Police (?) type shit over (?) New York overboard nigga See Digga Postcard, can’t afford the sticker What the fuck nigga This shit is ridiculous Get with this Mosey with the go-getters Hats, Nikes, and sweaters The back of the pound pound Straight crazy head trips I’m a fuck up, child support victim Off my rocker, I don’t know just pop you Black out like my lost dog Religious rap doctor, beef stopper, peace popper Give me love, give me crazy hugs Yeah I’m better when I’m down with serious thugs Certain niggas can’t be at the clubs They be in the valley in the shadow of death Hope niggas never lose they step Arm or head either This one is like ether I’m not yalls teacher Yall like Halloween, Bush, and Easter I just sit up in the booth and I bust the beats up (Get ‘em) [Outro] Uh huh Now’s the time Now-now-now’s the time For us to come amongst this nation This nation of rap artists And give homage to the palmers The Heckle and the Jeckyll Big Don (?) Nigga (?) part two This catfish ain't allowed around here Fucking boys YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bar B Que[Verse 1: (?)] Ok Let's go now We in the summertime Watching a dice game Chicks walk by Fly with nice frames Small shoe, long hair, and a (?) She get me out the block I might give her my real name Everybody out playing Plus the water's on Stones on the corner Getting their quarters on Chick still beefing over this one's meatball And brothers act like a fool Like they don't know about (?) Live at the barbecue Pasta and meat sauce A little kid full now From eating like three dogs Bathroom closed plus liquor store runs Another box of beer and some hamburger buns People getting together and doing our 2-step No matter where you from or what crew you rep I like these days we can all have fun Just set aside all the beef and put down your gun Let's have a barbecue [Hook: Cappadonna] That's a good time That's a cookout That's a barbecue People dancing, enjoying themselves Get your black books out Its a good time, its a good life At the barbecue Honey's eating, laughing We socializing hope you doing that too Its a good time, its a good life At the cookout At the barbecue Nobody's charging you Its a barbecue, its a barbecue [Verse 2: Cappadonna] The fly yellow Wallys Beef steak Charlies Me and my shortys Piff and my co-ds We up in this bitch like Nigga we're O.G.s More money, more love Soul in the four keys Devil back there Sip wine, eat hoagies Never kill nothing if we ain't got to go deep The barbecue's good We don't fuck with that pork meat New York creep country (?) and grill beef Jive bone, tell mom her greens are still sweet We all love like family out in the street Run (?) Sodas in the freezer Oh look at that, she's a skeezer Block fever Positive god degree, African cheeba Can we meet up on the roof tonight Coming out the speaker I'm getting weaker Music in the woman philosophically Peaced up, East up All of my dogs is creased up Feast up, wrap it up Wrapping pheasant While I'm grabbing a tea cup Nigga the barbecue is tweaked up [Hook: Cappadonna] That's a good time That's a cookout That's a barbecue People dancing, enjoying themselves Get your black books out Its a good time, its a good life At the barbecue Honey's eating, laughing We socializing hope you doing that too Its a good time, its a good life At the cookout At the barbecue Nobody's charging you Its a barbecue, its a barbecueEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Can’t Stop The Pain(Intro: Cappadonna) It's always a struggle, yeah Don't care how you look at P.J.'s, you know how it get, dirty, dirty Straight up and down, whole Staten Island (uh-huh) Slums, still the same, dude... word (Cappadonna) From Park Hill to Jungle Nil', we fight like Navy SEAL Don't get killed, chicks can't run in them heals Niggas whippin' out guns, payin' them bills Life is a bitch, you best not snitch Muthafucka, this the real, always The dope fiends, the crack stashed in the hallways Style hold it down, tell Polite call Kane Don't never test this, we try'nna make all aids Just niggas down when we blaze, crime pays Survival in the P.J.'s, or graffiti experts, M.C.'s and the D.J.'s Better watch your back when flippin' them pies Real niggas be goin' down right in front of your eyes If you on the block gettin' it, or a straight nine to five Still real, Homicide Hill, police circlin' NARCs got pictures of your grill, street turbulance (Chorus: Cappadonna) Cuz everytime I close my eyes, I could feel the rain And everywhere I seem to go girl, can't stop the pain No... can't stop the pain, no.. (Cappadonna) Uh... this one's for mamma Niggas be gettin' slumped in my projects, it's real violent Crackheads be on the steps, young bloods'll pop somethin' Just to get that rep, everyday it's like this Don't even come outside, if you ain't try'nna get no rich Niggas murk each other for a small amount of chips Bloods fightin' other Bloods, there's no Crips where I live Somethin' gotta give, niggas bust one another Turn around and watch other kids, my hood's straight 7:30'in It get buckwild and the blocks is still dirty Cameras in the hall, bulletholes left in the wall Laundromats locked up, floods in the building The front drain is stopped up, I've been in the hood Ever since my pain popped up, but just in case One of ya'll niggas forgot, look at your head nigga What's that little red dot? Got ya! (Chorus 2X) (Outro: Cappadonna) Give me the bread, heavy on the cheese Uh... straight like that Population Click! What's the deal FMF, PGL, Osama Island All my niggas in Crimestock, Sing-Sing, what's the deal? Far Rock' posse, Queens, Brooklyn, P-Lon That's my word... dance with this! Get your guns together... takin' pictures..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Chains[Verse: Cappadonna] Chains Yo I got anger in my feet Eggs in my rice I got a tough life I was busted way more than twice I see low but I don't play with the dice Triple on the mic nigga fuck you Whip you on this mic Nigga stuck you Fabulous clothes, fabulous hoes Keep away from the so and sos Nigga bless you 85 snake eyes guys Last seen eating spiced hamburgers and fries Murderous Chase the observers My verbage is slang pros Hold back the Maz While I'm puffing my reefers Mamacitas, yeah my (?) want to holla We seen pigs in a black impala Reefer falling out of the window Like a fucking rain shower I knew those niggas over there Would straight cower Height is the tower The game is Mayflower Mad honeys under my power Staten Island The Dutch red wrapped around the sour Smoke flowing out the top of the bower Chicks go hard We push raps for hours The world is ours We get it in where they don't allow us Now drink cow piss niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ease On Down The Road[Verse 1: (?)] Ring around the rosie pocket full of tosie Its lounging low return of the O.G High grade smoker, .38 toaster Building one-six-ooh wanted on the poster Come (?) get beat down and broke up I'm in the city where the homeless live BC, G's beat, throw a stone don't play Fly high cover you hood My brother is good Niggas who want a zigga I wish you niggas front like (?) ain't got yall picture Take a flick of the nozzle, I'm full throttle (?) and get cracked in the head with a bottle You know my motto I'm right here standing firm (?) I blam on him he put a hand on him Listen to the words I speak I could care less If you had a vest or even work in the streets [Hook: Cappadonna] We gon' put our feet together We gon' ease on down the road Ease on down, ease on down the road We gon' put our feet together We gon' ease on down the road Ease on down, ease on down the road [Verse 2: Cappadonna] We keep the streets jumping Beats is pumping Sport mad ice on Yo New York (?) Usher on the radio Ne-Yo and all them Suit you up Your pants got tight at the ankle Pink New York fitted, we say no thank you Mister Rogers, radio wave Jay-Z come through whole face shaved 50 Cent got the industry selling us crack Yo Nas killed hip-hop, we bringing it back Hip-hop, catch the (?) Funkmaster Flex Come on mother fucker Tell me what you want to do Stop playing the same shit Play us too What up Clue Peace to Doug E. and Slick Rick Bang hard We don't want to hear that other shit We like M.O.P. music Mob and Jaheem While we crushing that pussy Making that C.R.E.A.M Grafitti writer (?) rhymes like that Staten, Africa protect ya neck Stand back Get your hustle on C block control the block Everybody on the east side hold ya spot Everybody on the west side make it hot We don't have to sell our soul to get to the top C'mon yoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Peace God[Intro: Cappadonna (Born Divine)] Uh, yeah, Park Hill Productions The belt, aiyo Peace God (Peace God) [Cappadonna] Yo, I just came back from uptown, got a dozen of coats Two ki's of Nikes and a platinum rope Chrome with the microscope [Born Divine] What you wanna do? I got a truckload of shit, everything is brand new I got a rock that I caught from Tiffany's, fifty g's And ten hot Bentley's from overseas The color of leaf [Cappadonna] Yo, Born, watch out for the thieves Keep your third eye open, watch out for the thieves Keep that gun by the knife, then we out in the breeze [Born Divine] Out in the breeze, larger than life We got stacks over there, we'd rather snatch tonight Make sure that paper right, while we breaking the ice [Cappadonna] Breaking the ice, laying track, chasing the mice Loading the trunk, you got five jet planes, we'll explode in the front We don't hang around rats, waste money on stunts We like Marriott Hotels, laying in cartel Cream like Carvel, yo, my team got bars and shells [Outro: Cappadonna] Bra-a-at.. that was it? Uh-huh, this one is like a fresh pair of shoes With some new tags...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy That Gallo Flow[Intro] (Yeah) Yeah! This one is dedicated to Wu-Tang, Staten Island, all of my fans. Straight up and down. Brooklyn where I was born at the Jewish hospital. And 'errebody who said I wasn't gonna make it. This one is for you! Let's go, yo. Check it out (Let's get it) [Verse 1] When at the night of the party when all through the crib Another MC was there, no bitch my can share The toolies was hung by the bushes with care Just hoping that some static would soon fill the air The posse would form a face with our dreads While visions of fly girls danced in they heads With some cream in the rentals, and others on feet They shout it and chant it and call it OG OG, OG, OG, OG L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-lounging L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-lounging L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l- now While was at the age of 18 I was an MC fiend Need a rehabilitation to release my steam I've been rhyming so long and now I'm finally home And I ain't saying I'm the best but I've never been told it, yo I'm a cool poet, not an alcoholic Rhyme is so correct take a week to install it You could call my brother say [?] [?] My name is Cappa [?] [?]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Black Boy (Horror Weed remix)[Cappadonna] Ahh... the outdoors, the fresh outdoors Word up, it's a beautiful day Bout to go poli' right now that's my WORD Aiyyo Aiyyo call me a cab it's the Razor Sharp kid Dipped everyday my style is po-lit' I'm out to the Mansion I gots to catch Ghost I'm headed to the club tonight, we need toast For that wack ass MC, talkin all the shit I know we can't wait just to get his wig split It's war with the Gods this year, represent The bitch-ass niggas keep tryin to repent But we still lickin off, we wild like two cent Park Hill Projects, say it witcha lungs Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive We gotta fuck somethin up, dead or alive Y'all comin with us, we live on the other side Of the chart, where your mother met Poppa Wu... Chorus: Tekitha Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets Black boyyeeee, no more suffering Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy [Cappadonna] After the tour I came back for more Comin correctly, just like before Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate In the rec room regulatin with Osirus Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts Minds on lease like expensive imports Elevate the seed, no lust or greed Livin life long time may continue to breed Never gettin caught up inside the agencies For ten long years, but I paid my fee Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C Back me down these streets are still ill From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill Pack with the beef cause niggas won't chill Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill I'm takin this shit way back to Bill Bill In the projects where my man got killed Chorus [Cappadonna] Donna Camay, rockin witch'all all night Used to be a little stressed now I'm gettin it right Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man When the world go around these things start to happen Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitchin Bloods accumulatin, we gettin impatient Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understandin That's how I'm plannin, blow up like a cannon Pull my man in, hit y'all again Now I make sense, we do this for the rent Build with intelligence break your defense No hesitation, time gets spent Some fall victim, others get bent Some recognize, real niggas represent I can't never stop til my heart is content Puttin in the work til I feel confidant Blast out darts in the Wu basement Chorus 2X [Kung-Fu movie sample] Hahahahahahahaha Don't you know the underworld? There's no friendship party here No meeting You can come, but you can't leave Move! Let no one live.. *sounds of fighting*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Odd couple (feat. cappadonna)[Intro: Cappadonna]Yo yo word up! Look who's back in the joint It's The Odd Couple in the spot Ghostface and C-Don, for real! [Chorus 1: Cappadonna]It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! [Cappadonna (Ghostface Killah)]Yea, for real, for real (Eh yo, chop this niggas man It's time for me to splash 'em) STEP OFF! [Ghostface Killah]Eh yo we million dollars Sinatra's, jewellery truck Vest did it up, chop shop it Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw heads Brought by Je-sus with the grey goose Famous for The Book of Greed, long nose King Bentley, 9th Prince will decease, made of Ginseng Seen it? It's real, liver than chase Manhatten Word on Staten I was clappin with the Captain My style is gangsta, bulletproof Guess shorts I'll fuck you up and come through in a horse We like Shaft outta Africa, graham cracker wild Beneath this side, four or five gold teeth On my neck be the Brolic shit, hurricane CREAM Guerilla shit, flashin the ill data things Excalate, sure raids, chez with the straps on John jumper, Eleanor Poker with the Mac Me and C. Goines, bible material Words collide, we might pop up in your cereal Rock you twice, rock your wife Best known for drives on bikes Tell your man to stop sendin me kites We Tigers Woods in the 'hood The Odd Couple up to no good Y'all handsome and plus whisper made son [Chorus 2: Ghostface Killah]It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! It's like yo the belt is our's, bitch-ass mothafuckas! It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. son, we back y'all! [Interlude: Cappadonna]It's The Odd Couple! Ghostface and C-Don, for real! [Cappadonna]I melt 4-30, hands clustered I walk around dusted, Big Don with the gold plate Pop the cork, buttersoft lights, pop guns at the pork New York, catch you on the elevator Catch you for your watch and your Alligators Blast first, funny style niggas, manipulators, FUCK OFF! It's The Odd Couple, see you in the Range, bullets start the exchange Supreme Clients, y'all niggas can't see us Spit track like an 8-ball, ready to brawl All for one, all for Pillage, run y'all across stage Come in your state, bust down your gate Throw spit like a tre'-8, Ghostface Live on the crack tour with Bigga C-Don Crack your jaw when it's on Crack you in the face with a bottle of Dom Perignon Fuck Antoine, fuck my Bentley homes My wife start fillin pits with hoes Front pole, snatch 'phones out your earlobe [Chorus 2] [Chorus 3: Ghostface Killah - to fade Overlapping outro]It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. son, we back y'all! [Outro: Ghostface Killah (Cappadonna)]Y'all mothafuckas don't know how to act When y'all hold somethin, huh? It's time to give that shit up now nigga, for real The Blair Witch is back yo (Straight up! The Don of all Dons, word up, for real nigga!) Y'all little bitch niggas When y'all see me none of y'all niggas better say peace For real! Y'all niggas don't be holdin this shit Y'all frontin We let it slide for a couple of years and shit Yeah, for real, it's like.. Y'all mothafuckas know boyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Call it Quits (Bonus Track)[Intro : Cappadonna] Don't get it twisted Just came to shed A little light on things 'cuz it's like y'all be forgettin' I don't really Be havin' too much to say [Hook 4x : Cappadonna] I was lovin' you before But girl now you know I'm callin' it quits [Cappadonna] You told me you was goin' to stay over your mother's house But my niggas on the block said you at Mike brother's house I came back from off tour stains was on my livin' room couch You was lookin' at me like you ain't know what the fuck I was talkin' about, yup You was once in my life but you gon' soon to be out See ya I don't give a fuck about you bitch Go ahead tune me out [Hook 6x] [Cappadonna] You said you was goin' over Gina's house to get your hair did But you was really sneakin' round on me and fuckin' that other kid You said you live in Brooklyn but that's not really where you live I followed you to Queens You came outta somebody else crib [Hook 6x] [Cappadonna] You used to be my down bitch Now you just a clown bitch You ain't nothin' but a slut That's why I hardly come around bitch I was amazed over the ill shit I heard that you did My niggas pulled the train on you broke your little ribs 'Don and my dogs, hate honeys that's the game That pussy was never mine It don't even feel the same We was never goin' nowhere Our life were based upon lies And you didn't really love me You was lovin' my dick size [Hook 6x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Socializing[Verse 1: Cappadonna] Laid back in the joint, pouring the Cristal My mind come right with (?) Women is (?) the DJ hits you Playing your favorite song got you in the jam Honeys come around, you jerk your stance Fly ladies in the place indeed they looking all nice Sound so good they play the shit twice Packed joint, nobody can front on this The heat so loud make you want to run on this It feel hot, honeys put their tongue on this Its the fever when the shit make you a believer I grab something up man yah she a diva Drinks all night, maybe a little reefer Turn it up yo what (?) Staten Africa, Park Hill 103 Where the boys make noise and the honeys yell They (?) and go R. Kelly Oh well you better get busy and rep Where ya hood at nigga Wherever your little set Get it in once again its the all time great (?) motherfucker I hold my weight [Hook: Cappadonna] It got dip dip dive, so-socialize You clean out your ears and you'll open your eyes Yo this one here is gonna make you rise Like the sun in your eyes 'cause it is a surprise (x2) [Verse 2: (?)] Squeeze off at his meat head We rock on till the beat dead Right in the lobby, where we eat bread Blunts, Goose, outside sweet things I lounge low on the whole I eat eggs Wake up in the morning like yo I got this Shirt done up like we gon' rock this I'm so into it now, ya'll gon' watch this On how I make moves, touchdown no blockers Yeah, guess I had to do it again Welfare hell yah, nothing new with the pen Girlfriend shake ya hips down on the floor While niggas (?) pound on the door Staten Island savior made a legend Teacher, convict, father and reverend Park Hill recipient Caught ya'll by surprise Even though yall knew it was imminent [Hook: Cappadonna] It got dip dip dive, so-socialize You clean out your ears and you'll open your eyes Yo this one here is gonna make you rise Like the sun in your eyes 'cause it is a surprise (x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Can’t Stop the Pain (Bonus Track)[Intro: Cappadonna] It's always a struggle, yeah Don't care how you look at P.J.'s, you know how it get, dirty, dirty Straight up and down, whole Staten Island (uh-huh) Slums, still the same, dude... word [Cappadonna] From Park Hill to Jungle Nil', we fight like Navy SEAL Don't get killed, chicks can't run in them heals Niggas whippin' out guns, payin' them bills Life is a bitch, you best not snitch Muthafucka, this the real, always The dope fiends, the crack stashed in the hallways Style hold it down, tell Polite call Kane Don't never test this, we try'nna make all aids Just niggas down when we blaze, crime pays Survival in the P.J.'s, or graffiti experts, M.C.'s and the D.J.'s Better watch your back when flippin' them pies Real niggas be goin' down right in front of your eyes If you on the block gettin' it, or a straight nine to five Still real, Homicide Hill, police circlin' NARCs got pictures of your grill, street turbulance [Chorus: Cappadonna] Cuz everytime I close my eyes, I could feel the rain And everywhere I seem to go girl, can't stop the pain No... can't stop the pain, no.. [Cappadonna] Uh... this one's for mamma Niggas be gettin' slumped in my projects, it's real violent Crackheads be on the steps, young bloods'll pop somethin' Just to get that rep, everyday it's like this Don't even come outside, if you ain't try'nna get no rich Niggas murk each other for a small amount of chips Bloods fightin' other Bloods, there's no Crips where I live Somethin' gotta give, niggas bust one another Turn around and watch other kids, my hood's straight 7:30'in It get buckwild and the blocks is still dirty Cameras in the hall, bulletholes left in the wall Laundromats locked up, floods in the building The front drain is stopped up, I've been in the hood Ever since my pain popped up, but just in case One of ya'll niggas forgot, look at your head nigga What's that little red dot? Got ya! [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Cappadonna] Give me the bread, heavy on the cheese Uh... straight like that Population Click! What's the deal FMF, PGL, Osama Island All my niggas in Crimestock, Sing-Sing, what's the deal? Far Rock' posse, Queens, Brooklyn, P-Lon That's my word... dance with this! Get your guns together... takin' pictures..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down (Part Three)[Cappadonna] You can't keep a good man down I'm rising up, Imma little smarter I see through your falsehood, your lies & stuff Turned out in the game, I was burnt out in the game No matter what everbody still knowin' my name I'm not materialistic, I'm not caught up in the fame I make a joyful noise, Im tryna bring about a change Sing a harp with 10 strings like the angels out Rush closed the store down gust took my house Let my enemies rise & fall till' the day that they gotta be called Please recognize my fruit, my heart be the flute My brains is black gold You can buy my CD's but you can't buy my soul Im Melinda's son, Big Mr. Hill Big Cappa Don, y'all wanted me killed so that the truth couldn't be revealed Your witchcraft & your devil worship, it don't work on me My sword bear love you could build a church on me So put your hands together for the unordinary light I spread fish be the bread of life The armor of God, God's to pour through the night Regardless I fear no evil, y'all pharoahes better let go of my people It's the annointed, survival of the generation of Nas So whoever can't see better open they eyes Hold onto my proverb like a woman in disguise Allure & seduce you and adulturous that lies Prayed upon his precious life Please nourish my thought like a wife And may the lost generation be found Because you can't keep a good man down....EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy C.R.E.A.M.[Produced by RZA] [Intro: Raekwon & Method Man] What that nigga want, God? Word up, look out for the cops though (Wu-Tang five finger shit, fam) Cash rules- Word up, two for fives over here, baby Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way Word up, know what I'm sayin'? Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get- Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up (Cash rules everything around me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) (Dollar dollar bill, y'all) Here we, here we go, check this shit, yo [Verse 1: Raekwon] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Stayin' alive was no jive Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way I begin the G off was drug loot And let's start it like this, son Rollin' with this one and that one, pullin' out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen Who was a fiend, started smokin' woolies at 16 And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes Makin' my way on fire escapes No question, I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all Stickin' up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out Catchin' keys from 'cross seas Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now [Chorus: Method Man] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] It's been twenty-two long, hard years, I'm still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make cream Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not— The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turned, I learned life is hell Livin' in the world no different from a cell Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask: what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic [Chorus: Method Man & Inspectah Deck] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me (My niggas gots to do what they gotta do) C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all (To get through, know what I'm sayin'?) Cash rules everything around me (Because you can't just get by no more) C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all (Word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down) Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, yeah Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Protect Ya Neck[Skit] Caller: "So whassup, man?" DJ: "Coolin', man." C: "Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?" DJ: "Why?" C: "Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?" DJ: "Yeah." C: "You know what I wanna hear, right?" DJ: "Whatchu wanna hear?" C: "I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint." DJ: "Wu-Tang again?" C: "Ah, yeah, again and again." [Intro: RZA & Ol' Dirty Bastard] Wu-Tang Clan coming at ya (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) Protect ya neck, kid! (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) To set it off (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) The Inspectah Deck! [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier The hell-raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin' While I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin' The Lone Ranger, code red, danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart The vandal, too hot to handle You battle, you're sayin' "Goodbye" like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal [Verse 2: Raekwon] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile Rae got it goin' on, pal, call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat Blow up your project, then take all your assets 'Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb shit like math So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man 'Cause I grab the clip and hit ya with 16 shots and more, I got Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh [Verse 3: Method Man] It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth Movin' on your left, aah! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, cock me back Small change, they puttin' shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame my style'll live forever Niggas crossin' over, but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a "suue" Enough respect due to the one-six-ooh I mean O, yo check out the flow Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin' Niggas off, because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me *cough* [Verse 4: U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style True B-A-ba-B-Y-U To my crew with the "suuuuue" [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Watch your step, kid) (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby (Protect ya neck) (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) C'mon, baby baby, c'mon (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) Yo, you best protect ya neck [Verse 5: Ol Dirty Bastard] First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center, you enter the winter Straight up and down, that shit is packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin' Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps Niggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash Bite my style, I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass [Verse 6: Ghostface Killah] For cryin' out loud, my style is wild, so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds I give an order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin' star 'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar Point-blank as I kick the square biz There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes [Verse 7: RZA] Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at? Feelin' mad hostile, wearing Aeropostale Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums, we'll be Comin' around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius Take us the fuck outta here [Verse 8: GZA] The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table That's what you get when you misuse what I invent Your empire falls and you lose every cent For tryna blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb Should've pumped it when I rocked it Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors, they're scared to death to pump these First of all, who's your A&R? A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar? But he don't know the meanin' of dope When he's lookin' for a suit-and-tie rap That's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight [Outro: RZA] You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neckEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Triumph[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] What? Y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers This like, this '97 Aight my niggas and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to '79 [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries Lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous Ultraviolet shine blind forensics I inspect you through the future see millennium Killa Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight, incite a war Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow, swinging swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block [Verse 2: Method Man] As the world turns, I spread like germ Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn This my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life standing firm On foreign land jump the gun out the frying pan Into the fire, transform into the Ghost Rider A six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire Who got my back In the line of fire holding back? What? My peoples if you with me, where the fuck you at? Niggas is strapped and they're tryna twist my beer cap It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm What the blood clot? We smoke pot And blow spots, you want to think twice? I think not The Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums [Verse 3: Cappadonna] I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loop my voice on the LP Martini on the slang rocks, certified chatterbox Vocabulary 'Donna talking, tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team and your "six can't rhyme" groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted My deadly notes reign supreme, your thought is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my thought I got the fashion catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard] The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang [Verse 4: U-God] Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow for Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape Hell, globe spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky Golden Arms Tunes spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fake false step make the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss catwalk, squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anaesthesias My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axe kill adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sipping on ginseng Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring kings [Verse 5: RZA] March of the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square we stand bold like flare Escape from your dragon's lair In particular my beats travel like a vortex Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream Heart terminal like Grand Central Station Program fat basslines on Novation Getting drunk like I'm fucking ducking five-year probation [Verse 6: GZA] War of the masses, the outcome disastrous Many of the victim families save their ashes A million names on walls, engraved in plaques Those who went back received penalties for the acts Another heart is torn as close ones mourn' Those who stray, niggas get slayed on the song [Verse 7: Masta Killa] The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds And leaks sounds that's heard 93 million miles away from Came one to represent the Nation This is a gathering of the masses That come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel Irief takes the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy From the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save self from This relentless attack of the track spares none [Verse 8: Ghostface Killah] Yo yo yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggas laid back Lamping like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink You had a navy green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowing like Shalamar in '81 Sound convincing, thousand dollar cork-pop convention Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch It's me, black Noble Drew Ali, came in threes We like the Genovese, sazon season these degrees It's Earth, 93 million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz [Verse 9: Raekwon] Aiyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my man child walk Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick Tear down the beat God then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex the white gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God substantiala Max mostly, undivided then slide in sickening Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod StricklandEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Da Mystery of Chessboxin’[Intro: "Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang" + "Five Deadly Venoms"] A game of chess is like a swordfight: You must think first before you move Toad style is immensely strong And immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used it's almost invincible [Verse 1: U-God] Raw I'ma give it to ya With no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My Hip-Hop will rock and shock the nation Like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's Approach with slang that's dead You might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force My force you're doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucasus Mountains [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Well, I'm a sire I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary And carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum And the isle I'm from Is comin' through with nuff niggas And nuff guns So if you wanna come sweatin' Stressin', contestin' You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk If you can't walk the walk Phony niggas are outlined in chalk I'm mad vexed It's what the projects made me Rebel to the grain, there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin' niggas like an 18 wheeler with a drunk driver drivin' There's no survivin' [Verse 3: Raekwon] Rough like Timberland wear Yeah! Me and the Clan in 'Yota Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks All the niggas with bad looks Bald heads, braids Blow this hook We pack chrome TEC's Nickel-plated MAC's Black AC's Drug-dealin' styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though 'Cause I got to get my props And win it, yo I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth Lampin' in a Lexus, eatin' beef Straight up and down, don't even bother I got 40 niggas up in here now who kill niggas' fathers [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples, are you with me? Where you at? In the front, in the back, Killa Bees on attack My peoples, are you with me? Where you at? Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Here I go Deep type flow Jacques Cousteau could never get this low, I'm Cherry bombin' shits… BOOM! Just warmin' up a little bit (vroom vroom) Rappinin' is what's happenin' Keep the pockets stacked and then Hands clap and then At the party when I move my body Gotta get up and be somebody! Grab the microphone, put strength To the bone, DUH DUH DUH… enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I Rock that stuff, huff Puff I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff Rough Kickin' rhymes like Jim Kelly Or Alex Haley, I'm a nuh… Beetle Bailey rhymes Comin' raw style Hardcore Niggas be comin' to the hip-hop store Comin' to buy grocery from me Tryin' to be A hip-hop MC The law In order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbot, RZA, Shaquan Inspectah Deck Dirty Ho gettin' low with his flow Introducin' the Ghostface Killah No one could get iller [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples, are you with me? Where you at? In the front, in the back, Killa Beez on attack My peoples, are you with me? Where you at? Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Speakin' of the Devil, psych! No, it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and yo, I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin' that fast shit You reneged, tried again and got blasted Half-mastered-ass style, mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night, yo I was hittin' like a spiked bat Until you thought I was bugged out and crazy Strapped for nonsense After me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs I'm runnin' with thugs that flood mugs So, grab your eight plus one Start flippin' and trippin' Niggas is jettin', I'm lickin' off, son [All] Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang! Wu! Ta-a-ang! [Verse 6: Masta Killa] Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide When he dies In his own iniquity? It's the master of the Mantis Rapture comin' at ya We have an APB On an MC Killer Looks like the work of a master Evidence indicates that his stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow Changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie, paralysin' the victim You scream As it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Movin' on a nigga with the speed of a centipede And injure Any motherfuckin' contender [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples, are you with me? Where you at? In the front, in the back, Killa Beez on attack My peoples, are you with me? Where you at? Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats [Outro: "Five Deadly Venoms"] And immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used it's almost invincible Toad style is immensely strong And immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used it's almost invincible When it's properly usedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Method Man[Skit: Method Man & Raekwon] Yeah, torture, motherfucker, what? Torture, nigga, what? What? I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost With your ass cheeks spread out and shit, right? Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove and let that shit sit there for like a half hour, take it off and stick it in your ass slow like "tsss" Yeah, I'll fuckin', yeah, I'll fuckin' lay your nuts on a fuckin' dresser, just your nuts layin' on a fuckin' dresser, and bang them shits with a spiked fuckin' bat (Blaow) Ooh wassup? I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', pull your fuckin' tongue out your fuckin' Mouth and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, blaow I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick off the fuckin' twelfth stor-story building out this motherfucker I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin' you, and feedin' you, and feedin' you, and feedin' you Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah? Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid [Intro: GZA] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man [Chorus: Method Man] M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man [Verse 1: Method Man] Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam? Here I am, here I am, the Method Man Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter In fact, I snap back like a rubber Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am And I don't eat green eggs and ham Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn You'll be like, "Oh shit, that's the jam" Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild I'm about to blow, light me up (Light me up) Upside, downside, inside and outside Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I Am the one and only Method Man The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (What?) I tawt I taw a putty tat Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo Like Deck said, "This ain't your average flow" Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw? The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion? Oh my Lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword "Hey, hey, hey" like Fat Albert It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it It's the Method [Break: Method Man] Alright, y'all, get your White Owls Get your Meth', get your skins Don't forget your 'orty And we gonna do it like this [Bridge: Method Man] I got fat bags of skunk I got White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes, I'm about to go get lifted I got myself a Forty And I got myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh [Verse 2: Method Man] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin' Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes Question, what exactly is a panty raider? Ill behavior, savior or major flavor All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doin' average things with average hoes Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm For my super sperm (Check it) Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked I smell sess, pass the method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic Missiles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang (Bang) A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me Ooh, I be the super sperm Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now, how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break? Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang) Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass, I could see right through Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm— [Chorus: Method Man] The M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man Here I am, here I am, the Method Man [Outro: RZA, Ghostface Killah & Method Man​] Straight from the slums of Shaolin Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm Your soul have just been tooken Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bring Da Ruckus[Intro: Sample from Shaolin vs. Wu Tang] “Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style." "If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous. Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?” “En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.” [Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ghostface catch the blast of a hype verse My Glock burst, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aww shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks, an' However I master the trick just like Nixon Causin' terror, quick damage your whole era Hard rocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous, 'cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas [Verse 2: Raekwon] I watch my back like I'm locked down Hardcore-hittin' sound Watch me act bugged and tear down Illiterate-type asshole, songs goin' gold No doubt, and you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that, carryin' gats But yo, my Clan rollin' like forty macks Now you act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo, soooo represent! I wait for one to act up, now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber, Wu-Tang banger 36 styles of danger [Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da mother, bring da, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! So bring it on! [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] I rip it, hardcore like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin' Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin' Bust this, I'm kickin' like Seagal: Out for Justice The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder One, my style shocks your knot like a stun gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown By this nasty-ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pulled like a trigga So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on... [Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! [Verse 4: GZA] Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loose, and trample shit, while I stomp A mudhole in that ass 'cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin' through your back *swish* Givin' bystanders heart attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me, who is him? I blow up his fuckin' prism, make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it, come on and bring the ruckus! And I provoke niggas to kick buckets I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame Who sellin' 'caine? I'm givin' out a deadly game It's not the Russian, it's the Wu-Tang crushin' roulette Slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin' ruckus! [Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! [Outro] “En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.” So, bring it on! So, bring it on! So, bring it on! So, bring it on! So, bring it on! So, bring it on! So, bring it on, nigga!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuthing ta Fuck Wit[Produced by RZA] [Intro: Sample from Executioners from Shaolin (RZA)] Tiger Style! Tiger Style! (Tiger style!) [Hook: RZA] Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit [Verse 1: RZA] Yo, there's no place to hide once I step inside the room Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom Bam! Aw, man! I slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome I'm causin' more family feud than Richard Dawson And the survey said, "You're dead!" Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin' head Mister, who is that? Ayo, the Wu is back Makin' niggas go Bo! Bo! like I'm Super Cat Me fear no one, oh no, here come The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to my eardrum [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Put the needle to the groove, I gets rude And I'm forced to fuck it up My style carries like a pick-up truck Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shinin' sea I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T Now why try and test the Rebel INS? Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best 'Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state [Chorus: All] And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus! Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit Straight from the motherfuckin' slums that's busted Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit [Interlude: RZA] Hah! Lebonon, step up, boy! Represent! Chop his head off, kid! [Verse 3: Method Man] The Meth will come out tomorrow Styles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro Flow, with more afro than Rollo Comin' to a fork in the road, which way to go? Just follow Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy hollow In fact I'm a hard act to follow I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin' on through Niggas is like, "Oh my God, not you!" Yes, I come to get a slice of the punk and the pie Rather do than die, check my flavor Comin' from the RZA, which is short for The Razor Who make me reminisce true Like déjà vu, I'm rubber, niggas is like glue Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you [Hook: RZA] Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit [Outro: RZA] Ahh-hah! Yeah! Representin' Brooklyn, Queens Long Island, Manhattan, Bronx The Rugged Lands of Shaolin Niggas from Virginia, Atlanta, our boys in Ohio Comin' through with the crazy Y-O Y-O Yo, niggas from The Source My man Kelly Woo from the Gavin Will Strickland, Jason Staton, yeah True, true, my nigga Crown, what's goin' down, boy? We ain't nuthing ta fuck wit The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob Niggas from Detroit, fuckin' California squadron Comin' through, you know what I'm sayin'? The whole fuckin' West Coast to the whole East Niggas from D.C., down in Maryland All the way over there in Morgan State Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit All over the whole fuckin' globe, comin' through, boy Peace to the fuckin' Zulu Nation Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond Wu-Tang slang, choppin' heads, boy It ain't safe no more, peace!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber[Skit] [Raekwon] Yo, Meth, hold up, hold up Yo, Meth, where my Killer tape at, God? First of all, where my Where the fuck is my tape at? [Method Man] Yo, son, I ain't got that piece, son [Raekwon] How you ain't got my shit when I let you hold it, man? [Method Man] Yo, niggas came over to have 40s and blunts, kid The shit just came up missin', son [Raekwon] Come on, man, that don't got nothin' to do with my shit, man Come on, man, go head with that shit, man [Method Man] Come on, man, I'll buy you four more fuckin' Killer tapes, man [U-God] [banging on the door] Aiyo! Aiyo! [Raekwon] Open the door, man! What the fuck, man? Yo, what? What's up? [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, God, word is bond, yo Shameek just got bust in his head two times, God! [U-God] Word to mother! [Ghostface Killah] Word life, God You know Shameek from fuckin' 212, God? The nigga just got bucked Niggas in a black Land, God, word is bond Came through, God, from out of nowhere, God Word is bond I'm comin' to get my Culture Cipher, God And they just… word is bond Crazy shots just went the fuck off, God [U-God] Niggas let off crazy shots, kid [Ghost] The nigga layin' there like a fuckin' newborn fuckin' baby, God [U-God] Word up! [Meth] Is he dead? [Ghost] Is he fuckin' dead? What the fuck you mean is he fuckin' dead, God? [U-God] What the fuck kind of question is that, B? Fuck you think? [RZA] Easy, easy [Ghost] The nigga layin' there with his fuckin'… All types of fuckin' blood comin' out of his fuckin'… [U-God] (sarcastically) Is he is he is he dead? [Ghost] Yo, God, what's up, God? It's the God, God, word is bond Yo, what's up? I'm ready to fuckin' lay… I'm ready to get busy, God, what's up? [Rae] Yo, let's go do what we got… [U-God] What's up, yo? [Rae] Yo let's go do what we gotta do, man, fuck it [U-God] Yo, we out or what, man? [Ghost] It's the God, God, fuck that, man [U-God] You sayin' we out? [Meth] They probably took the tape [Ghost] What the fuck? [Rae] Nigga still sweatin' the tape, man [Ghost] What the fuck is you talkin' about? Get the fuck outta here! [Rae] Fuckin' corn! [Intro: Wu-Tang Clan] Good Morning Vietnam! Yeah, good morning To all you motherfuckin' knotty-headed niggas Word to the camouflage large niggas Bitch, where the fuck is my bottle? Bring that fuckin' meth in here! Yo, yo, yo Now we gonna drink some good Night train Yo, yo, yo, yo! [Verse 1: Raekwon] Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit, then lock shit down As I come and freaks the sound Hardcore, but givin' you more, more like "Ding!" Nah, shorty, get you open like six packs Killa Beez exact, flippin' what? Murder on phat tracks, aight? I kick it like a Nike Flight Word life, I get that ass robbed on spite Check the method from Bedrock, 'cause I rock your head to bed Just like rockin' what? Twin Glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, goin' to war right now So, yo, bombin', We Usually Take All Niggas Garments Save your breath before I vomit [Verse 2: Method Man] I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure, that you can even fuck with mine? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggas, save the beef for the cow I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, Tical! The fuck you wanna do on this mic piece, duke? I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO Style, buddha monks with the owls Now who's the fuckin' man? Meth-Tical [Break: Method Man (Inspectah Deck)] On the chessbox "Wu-Tang style" (Yo, yeah, yo) [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has the force To leave you lost like the Tribe of Shabazz Murderous material made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad man From the bad lands of the Killa Rap fanatic representin' with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like your ear The Shooby Doo-Wop pop, strictly hardware Armed and geared 'cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system for murderin' the rhythm Now lo and behold another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I explode [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] Slammin' a hype-ass verse 'til your head burst I ramshack dead in the track and that's that Rap assassin, fast and quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashbacks how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw, I repeat If I die, my seed'll be ill like me Approachin' me, yo, out of respect, chops to neck I get vexed, like crashin' up a phat-ass Lex So, clear the way! Make way! Yo, open the cage! Peace, I'm out, jettin' like a runaway slave [Verse 5: RZA] You gettin' stripped from your garments, boy, run your jewels All the meth got me open like fallopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck! Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through your navel Suspenseful force bein' brought through my utensil The pencil, I bring strong winds up against you Havoc, then run through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics [Verse 6: Ol' Dirty Bastard] A-a-a-ah-ah, are you a warrior, killer? Slicin' shit like a samurai? The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the bar! Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin' at your ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss Niggas be gettin' on my fuckin' nerves Rhymes they be kickin' make me wanna kick their fuckin' ass to the curb Boy got funky fresh like the Old Specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, Unique drop that science [Verse 7: GZA] My-My-My-My clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer, style jumped off in Killa Hilla I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like gettin' smashed by a cinder block Bow! Now it's all over Niggas seein' pink hearts, yellow moons Orange stars and green cloversEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shame On A Nigga[Produced by RZA] [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck… I'll fuck your ass up! [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Raekwon] Yo, hut one, hut two, hut three, hut! Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut Styles unbreakable, shatterproof To the young youth, you wanna get gun? Shoot! Blaow! How you like me now? Don't fuck the style, ruthless wild Do you wanna get your teeth knocked the fuck out? Wanna get on it like that? Well, then shout! [Verse 2: Method Man] Yo RZA, yo razor, hit me with the major The damage, my clan understand it, be flavor Gunnin', hummin', comin' at ya First I'm gonna get ya, once I got ya, I gat ya You could never capture the Method Man's stature For rhyme and for rapture, got niggas resignin', now master My style? Never! I put the fuckin' buck in the wild, kid, I'm terror, razor-sharp I sever, the head from the shoulders, I'm better than my competta You mean competitor, whatever, let's get together [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the tri-BLOW! [Verse 3: Raekwon] I react so thick, I'm phat, and yo Rae came blowin' and blew off your headphones, black Rap from, yo, Cali to Texas Smoother than a Lexus, now's my turn to wreck this Brothers approach and half step But ain't heard half of it yet and I bet you're not a fuckin' vet So, when you see me on the real Formin' like Voltron, remember I got deep like a Navy Seal [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga I'll fuck your ass up! [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo! I come with that ol' loco style from my vocal Couldn't peep it with a pair of bifocals I'm no joker, play me as a joker Be on you like a house on fire, smoke ya Crews be actin' like they gangs, anyway Be like, "Warriors, come out and play!" Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea Got burnt once but that was only gonorrhea Dirty, I keep shit stains in my drawers So I can get fizza-funky for ya Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang Rah! Here comes the Tiger vs. Crane I'll be like wild with my style Punk, you play me, chump, you get jumped Wu is comin' through at a theater near you And get funk like a shoe, what?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Clan in Da Front[Produced by RZA] [Intro: RZA] Up from the 36 Chambers Heheh, it's the Ghost Face Killah Heheheh, Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God Ghostface Killah, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Masta Killa, Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher 12 O'Clock, 60 Second Assassin The 4th Disciple, the Brown Hornet K.D. the Down Low Recka Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child Du-Du-Lilz, Mr. Hezekiah Better known as the Yin and the Yang, the True Master Isham, DJ Skane, the True Robocop comin' through Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of things Killa Beez all over your fuckin' planet Thirty-six chambers of death Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles Choppin' off your motherfuckin' dome -piece, and every fuckin' borough Brooklyn, Manhattan, and Queens, Staten Island The motherfuckin' Bronx, Killa Beez [Sample from Shaolin and Wu-Tang] The sword? C'mon, give him the sword! [Chorus: GZA] Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, wu, wu, wu) Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, wu, wu, wu) Punks in the back, c’mon and attract to what? (Wu, wu, wu, wu) [Verse 1: GZA] The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical Fuckin' with my style is sort of like a miracle On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald- -ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow 'Cause the ho didn't win, but the sun will still come out tomorrow And shine shine shine like gold mine Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballantine Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone! Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones The GZA, one who just represent the Wu-Tang clique With the game and soul of an old school flick Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids So stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin' own I'll hang your ass with this microphone Make way for the merge of traffic Wu-Tang's comin' through with full metal jackets God squad that's mad hard to serve Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves [Chorus: GZA] Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, wu, wu, wu) Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, wu, wu, wu) Punks in the back, c’mon and attract to what (Wu, wu, wu, wu) [Verse 2: GZA] No response while I bomb that ass You ain't shit, your wack-ass town had you gassed Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush Souped-up niggas on a stage get rushed I don't give a goddamn on the shows you did How many rhymes you got or who knows you, kid 'Cause I don't know you, therefore show me what you know I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow You become so Pat as my style increases What's that in your pants? Ahh, human feces! Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper Next time, come strapped with a fuckin' Pamper How you sound, B? You're better off a quitter I'm on the mound, G, and it's a no-hitter And my DJ, the catcher, he's my man In a way he's the one who devised the plan He throws the signs, I hook up the beats with clout I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike 'em out So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue You can't fuck with those in the major leagues [Chorus: GZA] Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggas on the left, brag shit to death Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c’mon and attract to what Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggas on the left, brag shit to death Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c’mon and attract to what [Outro: GZA] Hoods on the right Punks in the back… to what Niggas on the left Hoods on the right Punks in the back, c'mon… to what Let your feet stomp Brag shit to death Wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) Niggas on the left, brag shit to death Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c’mon and attract Clan in da front, let your feet stompEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission[Skit] [RZA]: Fuck yo, we gotta get this fucking loot baby We gotta get this loot Yo back, remember back in the days When shit, everything was all smooth and calm and shit was like [GFK]: Smoke that bone, nigga [RZA]: Yo man, yo I'm doing it God, I'm doing it man I'm saying, back in like in '70, fucking '79 [Mef]: Everybody was on your line man [RZA]: Nah, '87, that was my favorite shit God Polo shit, everything, everything was lovely Yo get the fuck out the rain nigga Oh shit, who the fuck is that? Fuck Ayo Ghost, ayo Rae, what's up with y'all niggas? Man, what the fuck you nigga, ah [Intro: Gladys Knight] Hey, you know, everybody's talking about the "good old days," right? Everybody! The good old days Well, let's talk about the good old days! [Raekwon] Know what I'm sayin'? Take you on this lyrical high real quick 1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'? Let's get technical; where's your bone at? Get up on that shit, a'ight? Yo! [Verse 1: Raekwon] Started off on the island, aka Shaolin Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone diallin' Back in the days, I'm 8 now Makin' a tape now, Rae gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one 'Til I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16 Shootin' that "that's that shit!" in his blood stream That's the life of a grimy, real-life crimey And niggas know that habit's behind me Day one, yo, growin' all up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend jettin' to Palmetto In Medina, yo, no doubt, the god got crazy clout Pushin' the big joint from down South So if you're filthy stacked up, better watch your back and duck 'Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up Now my man from up North, now he got the loft It's solid as a rock and crazy salt No jokes, I'm not playin', get his folks Desert Eagle his dick and put him in a yoke And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop I pointed a gat at his mother's knot (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!) Fuck that! [Hook: Raekwon + (Ghostface Killah)] Dedicated to the winners and the losers (Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers) Can it be that it was all so simple then? Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's (Dedicated to niggas who do drive-by's) Can it be that it was all so simple then? Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's (Dedicated to MPV's: phat!) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] Kickin' the fly clichés, doin' duets with Rae and A Happens to make my day Though I'm tired of bustin' off shots, havin' to rock knots Runnin' up in spots and makin' shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hangin' on my livin' room wall, my first joint and it went gold! I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade Plus the spotlight, gettin' my dick rode all night I want to have me a phat yacht And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops But for now it's just a big dream 'Cause I find myself in a place where I'm last seen My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain 'Cause times is changed and life is strange The glorious days is gone and everybody's doin' bad Yo, mad lives is up for grabs Brothers passin' away, I gotta make wakes Receivin' all types of calls from Upstate Yo, I can't cope with the pressure, settlin' for lesser The God left lessons on my dresser So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way To continue to make more hits with Rae and A Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime (Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9, nigga) Word up, it's all like that… yeah [Outro: Intermission] [Method Man] It's like this, I'ma start from the top Inspectah Deck, he's like He's like that dude that'll sit back and watch you Play yourself and all that, right? And see you sit there and know you lyin' And he'll take you to court after that 'Cause he the Inspectah, that's why he the and And also he the Rebel I.N.S You know what I'm sayin'? And Shallah Raekwon, he the Chef He cookin' up some marvelous shit to get your mouth waterin' On some "oh shit" Then, then it's, then it's the Method Man It's like mad different methods to the way I do my shit [Raekwon] You gotta smoke a bean in here, anyhow [Method Man] And I'm tellin' you, mine Basically Method Man is like Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it And then Baby U, he a psychopathic He a psychopathic thinker And and, then we got, then we got the Ol' Dirty Bastard 'Cause there ain't no father to his style That's why he the Ol' Dirty Bastard Ghostface Killah, you know what I'm sayin'? He on some "now you see me, now you don't" Know what I'm sayin'? And and, the RZA He the sharpest motherfucka in the whole Clan He always on point, razor sharp With the beats, with the rhymes, whatever, any DJ [Raekwon] And the GZA, the G is just the Genius He, he's the backbone of the whole shit [RZA] It's self-explanatory, Genius, word [Method Man] He the head, let's put it that way We form like Voltron, and GZA happen to be the head You know what I'm sayin'? [Interviewer] Yeah, yeah, that's cool So what's like, I mean what's like Your ultimate goal against in this in this industry? [Method Man] Domination, baby, fuck that [Raekwon] Can I say this one? Can I say this one? Right now, right now, we still, we still Feel like we ain't get what we want yet When we get, when we get, when we get a little props And really really get the way we gotta go That's when you know it's on You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause right about now, I ain't braggin' or nothin' But yo, the Wu, the Wu got somethin' That I know that everybody wanna hear 'Cause I know I've been waitin' to hear You know what I'm sayin'? But straight up and down, 'til we get the goal We gon' keep goin' [Method Man] Yeah, 'cause we tryin' to do all this We tryin' to make a business outta this, man We ain't tryin' to-- know what I'm sayin'? Affiliate ourselves with them fake-ass A&Rs and all that We tryin' to make our own shit So that when our children, word So that when our children, all our seeds and whatever They got somethin' for theyselves right there [Ghostface Killah] We ain't tryin' to hop in and hop out right quick Know what I'm sayin'? We out for the Gusto, and we gon' keep it raw You know what I'm sayin'? (Word)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tearz[Chorus] After laughter comes tears [Verse 1: RZA] Check the script, me and the gods gettin' ripped Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip Had a box, 'boom boom' the bass would blast We was laughin' at all the girls that passed Conversation, brothers had began to discuss (Hey yo, Rob, remember that kid you bust?) Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get far 'Cause I dropped him, heh heh heh heh heh ha Not knowin' exactly what lied ahead My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer Didn't expect to come across a crazy gunner "Hey, Shorty, check it, run the bag and the dough!" But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!" Money splattered him, BOW! Then he snatched the bag Hit his pockets, then he jetted up the Ave Girls screamin', the noise up and down the block (Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!) I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet I saw the blood all over the hot concrete I picked him up, then I held him by his head His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was… Aw man! How do I say goodbye? It's always the good ones that have to die Memories in the corner of my mind Flashbacks, of us laughin' all the time I taught him all about the bees and birds But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words [Chorus] After laughter comes tears [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Me and my man, my ace Big Moe from the shelter 'Bout to hit the skins from this girl named Thelma Now, Thelma had a rep that was higher than her neck Every girl from Shaolin dissed her respect We was stimmy, you know how it is when you're blitzed Three o'clock in the mornin', somethin' got to give Moe said he'll go first, I said I'll take next Here, take this raincoat and practice safe sex! He seemed to ignore, I said, "Be for real! She's not even worth it to go raw deal." A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do He got butt-naked and stuck the power U Twenty minutes went by, Moe, I'm out without a doubt I'm not pumpin' up, I am airin' out Hey yo, he came out laughin' with glory I'm surprised he's still livin' to tell his story But he carried on with the same old stuff With Stephanie, like a Whammy, he pressed his luck Moe tried to be down with O.P.P Ain't nothin' wrong, but he got caught with the H.I.V Now no life to live, doc says two more years So after the laughter I guess comes the tears [Chorus] After laughter comes tearsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gravel Pit[Intro: RZA] 1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga [Hook: Paulissa Moorman] Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it [Verse 1: Method Man (U-God)] Ha, holocaust from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, off course (off course) Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees African killer bees blackwatch On your radio, blowin out yo' watts From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse (I'm the kid with the golden arms) And I'm the motherfuckin Hot Nicks pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride Can't stand niggas that floss too much Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much Kid wanna get up then kid get touched Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck I'm the one that called your bluff When your boy tried to act tough Remember what Ol' Dirty said: "I'll fuck yo' ass up!" Now listen [Method Man over hook] Back, back and forth and forth [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] E with the English, extinguish styles extremist Bald head beamers run wild It's the kid with the gold cup Stepped out like what What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, rock those all day 1960 shit I'm Goldie That's right motherfucker don't hold me The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock Skin painted on my face look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes Change those, bang those, same old, same old [Verse 3: Raekwon] Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talkin 'bout [Verse 4: U-God] Yo, step to my groove, move like this When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless Grab the mic with no excuses In a sec, grab the Tecs and loot this Executing, shaking all sets, and I'm breaking all hecks I'm taking all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next You all stank, we got the bigger bank Bigger shank to fill your tank Still the same kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweating my pockets I hear the hot shit [Hook 2: Paulissa Moorman] Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it You don't have to move a mountain Just give me enough strength to climb Oh Lord ! Don't take away my stumbling blocks to lead me around [Outro speech] Yakub, maker and creator of the devil. Swine merchant... your time is near at hand. Fuck with me and your time will be now. Your presence here effects the mind of my people like a fever. You, Yakub, are the bearer of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine diseases, evil, corrupt, porkchop-eatin' brain!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Reunited[Intro: Ms. Roxy] It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers, a Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers, a Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu [Verse 1: GZA] Reunited, double LP, world excited Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited From metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked niggas come, try to burglarize the turf Scatting off soft-ass beats them niggas rap happily Tragically, that style deteriorate rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwing your best known compositions You couldn't add it up if you mastered addition Where I come from, getting visuals is habitual You're more safe walking on hot coals in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, formed a mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it was plural Rhyming while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced your internal streamlined compartments Just consider the unparalleled advantage Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Bitchass niggas counterfeit the funk I smoke the bead of the skunk, tree top of the trunk Moonshine drunken monk, your head get shrunk Your treasure sunk, I be fucking bitches by the chunk My name black, you worms wanna play in my dirt Bitch stop, my Momma serve free lunch from the church I cum like a thousand doves Bitch you quiet at the bus, making no fuss, I got self love Unglove the noose, watch a nigga transfuse Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze I don't walk, I get carried Gold and platinum Frisbees on my wall, looking properly But comely, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man My grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out Come to the cook-out, dirty bitch at the mouth You scared, run around like the plane about to crash [Break: Ms. Roxy] Wu-Tang motherfuckers Wu-Tang motherfuckers Yeah and RZA [Verse 3: RZA] Yo, yo The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula Bigger dick sex enigma, pistil fertilize your stigma Stinkbox order from Pink Dot MCs get stuck on ink blots, AirSound plug to the sinkbox Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewarp Talk strange like Björk, great hero Jim Thorpe How can I put it, life is like video footage Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it Too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage Attack when you least notice through explosive postage I don't play, the rap souffle sauté for the day Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A Leg Leg Arm Head Spread like plague, we drink Hennessy by the keg I got the golden egg plus the goose Eighty proof Absolut mixed with cranberry fruit juice Ginseng root, I got your neck in a noose Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct Sixteen bar nickel sell more copies than Kinko Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us And we return like Jesus when the whole world need us [Verse 4: Method Man] Is it appetite for destruction? Slap a murder rap on this production I touch something, trust nothing Iron Lung/Twisted Metal I see 'em ducking my dart gun, busting from every angle Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow That be codenamed Agent Orange, killing you slow It's only right you pay homage To those that's 'bout to blow like that shit up your nose Solid as a rock when I strike target Verbal be screaming on you like a drill sergeant Herbals got me where I wanna be right now Don't know the time Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine Drunk off of cheap wine Each line be on point when I speak mine On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, Enter the Wu 36 more deadly Chambers to take you through [Outro: Ms. Roxy] It's Wu motherfuckers Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers Wu-Tang motherfuckers [Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii [Roxanne] And RZA... [Instrumental Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It’s Yourz[Verse 1: Raekwon] Machine-gun rap for all my niggas in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flash stacks See through yellow lines, rock a fly jersey in the summertime, God Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton Relaxed, wrote this, comin' at you crab-ass culprits Snatch your ice off, chillin' in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, I'm feelin' like a snail in the ocean What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? Melodic single, darts snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggas you done test, yo Select the wrong apartment and niggas pulled up your 'dress Style, molest that, Canal chain, nigga, where your vest at? Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo Saddam Hussein niggas, light the torch, we flamin' niggas Autograph that, flatten all the main niggas [Chorus: RZA & U-God] (It's yours) The world in the palm of your hand (It's yours) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's yours) The seed and the black woman (It's yours) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's yours) Yo (It's yours) [Verse 2: U-God] Super freak physique like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf every day of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite It's a quarter full moon, I arrive, women swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the la, smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hellbound, species forty ounce typhoon The ultraviolet scream machine move your body touch The totem pole wobble, Ark builders, God's thrust Beams of light, stop your breathin', it's huntin' season Honey eye-ballin' down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws 'cause tonight, it's yours [Verse 3: RZA] Yo, stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp Them camps better revamp their shit or get blamped At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle Crack your skull like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, you couldn't pull one drag off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag With scissors in your hands, bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls like Number 4 The Lizard And channel through solar panels, blast off like roman candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit, explicit I crystallize the rhyme so you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye No surprise, verbal stick up, put 'em high Rebel I outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off the shit like bricks of C-4 [Chorus: RZA] (It's yours) The world in the palm of your hand (It's yours) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's yours) The seed and the black woman (It's yours) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's yours) (It's yours) (It's yours) [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe Seen Dorothy in the Garden gettin' skied, row eight We hold a belt, son, that's my word Spot a rapper, run him down, throw him out in the third Yo, check it, I think like the man behind a register Evergreen smokin' estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer With third down, six to go, flash his strobe lights I'm open, RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for your birthday The babyface of rap politic with Sade Avengin' eagle crooks, rock the W and Spiegel books Anheuser-Busch kings came through and stopped your whole juks Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes Painful like hearin' the news like when your man go Ends blow, windy at times, watch the room Sexy girl love the shit out the song, now watch her water break [Chorus: RZA] (It's yours) The world in the palm of your hand (It's yours) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's yours) The seed and the black woman (It's yours) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's yours) [Outro: U-God] (It's yours)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy People Say[Intro: Sample over Hook] But still, if one of their men is so ferocious Don't worry about it A disciple I'm well aware of the fact that my kung-fu is unbeatable Brother, we're trapped Shaolin here You must take my hand Don't resist You are a traitor Avenge masters death I rely on you [Hook] People say Love is just a energy Dealing with the claim baby (Oh baby) [Verse 1: Method Man] That’s when my heart turned cold I'm a product of the block We used to cook the product in the pot Add soda, turn the product into rock It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops In his heyday he probably put your father in a box In my heyday, I probably put the product in my sock Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem when it's hot Mayday mayday, but no charge, I'm nutty with the bars That's a payday so bruh, this ain't even a bar This is AA, back up in the trunk with the AK Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae Got bottles coming out, warriors come out and play-ayy Just know I'm Grade A, get a slice of bread Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead Okay, my goon's hungry, his eyes is red But he clumsy, go "oops" upside your head [Verse 2: Raekwon] We had 'dro and po', suckers Range Rovers flood up the Rucker Me, a thousand chains on, I got put on well up Evergreen baggies, selling capsules, running in classrooms Slick bastards get cream, yelling 'Cash rule!' Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather Hold a MAC 1-O, pumpin' up in 1 Oak, the Grammy hour Coke chemists taste the flow, it's numb, needs copper rum Blunting off the get back, salute me then one, I'm out Off to the races, my blazers ain't patient They want to spray shit, get elephant blown for stalking Rae shit Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section like I'm on Vicodin Fuck with the righteous men, and we fighting 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here Metals and gear, getting fried off the medical, that's incredible The flyest, the most notorious while they tapping those liars Off niggas heads like papayas [Verse 3: Redman] Before I poly, Red lighting the Bob Marley So I can cipher God bodies from the John Gotti's Everybody a boss, saying they time's money Women injections, leave 'em with the odd bodies Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy Robbin' old ladies, that's a product of no home training I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Haymon I told Lighty, if I hate him, I'ma violate him I'm not a shooter but I know shooters And if them shooters don't shoot up, I'll go suit up Redman and the W, it's televised We ain't them niggas, media telling hella lies (Fuck you!) This a campfire of a vampire I don't sleep when hot beats through the amplifier And every nigga got something to say I'm like, 'Yeah okay, y'all corny anyway, Doc [Hook] People say Love is just a energy Dealing with the claim baby (Oh baby) [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] My-my-my team hard, making 'em lean hard You see more riders lined up than you'll see at a theme park My queen hot, making the scene pop, routine, akh Online gangstas, I'm giving them screenshots Hard writing lyrics to God, right? Twisting the tale, sick as hell, Christian Bale from The Dark Knight On sight, fogging your fog lights, your dog's like Swayze at the Road House, down for the bar fight Like this, like an IG pic Before the Seahawks' 24, Lord, I been on that beast shit Pussy, you wack, something like a cheap trick Mike in the Billie Jean vid, I got the streets lit Shining star, find another, you gon' find it hard Certain death, Deck'll walk off with minor scars Firing squad, defying the odds And the flow solitary, just me behind the bars [Verse 5: Masta Killa] Sparks up the bullet-proof, game face intensity Applying ingenuity, Tec criminology Sharp mathematically Certified, recognized by every eye worldwide Back to the streets of the do or die hustler I understand politics, consistent, never quit Superstar, I write hits Come have a listen y'all, getting money, flipping it Scripting it, record it, fans then applaud it Ship a hundred mil', they bought and took a snort of it Quotes like heroin coke mixed with dope Have a overdose cardiac, Allah spin the beat back Watch the magnetic attract 'em, club pack 'em They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I'm attacking [Hook] People say Love is just a energy Dealing with the claim baby (Oh baby) [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Out of everybody getting these deals, you got all these wack ass motherfuckers getting deals These pussy ass motherfuckers, yknowhatI'msayin? They getting deals and... 'everybody got a deal and everybody happy and shit' The Wu-Tang, we the bestEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy A Better Tomorrow[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves Victims of worldly ways, memories stays engraved All my live brothers is locked down with high numbers The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger In this New World, the Order slaughter men, women and children Ten feet gates surround the building, keep us sealed in The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet Constant war, except for threats of enemy conquest Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing Spaced out in the staircase, performin' a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Tryin' to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk a hard road to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold Their life and times, deadly like the virus design But too minute to dilute the scientist mind [Chorus: Inspectah Deck and Masta Killa (Both)] You can't party your life away, drink your life away Smoke your life away, fuck your life away Dream your life away, scheme your life away 'Cause your seeds grow up the same way [Verse 2: Masta Killa] A voice cries from the wilderness of the North A representation of the families that lost one All victims of incarceration Or other divisions of the family structure Youths are injected with serums that leads to skin irritations Babies being born with disfigurations, experimentations On their faces, there bear worry-ations Of mothers that carry the pain Of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun fire It lightly begins to rain Screams of terror are hidden by the passin' trains This can't be little Hussein His uncle cries as he drops to his nephew's side, holdin' his cane Just give me a name Of who has inflicted this bitter sickness, and left us to witness [Verse 3: U-God] Yo, curses from war, innocent blood spills for days Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise Tree of life, more precious than rubies, golden game The wise shall flourish inherit, Halls of Fame Crime visions in my blood got me locked in prison While we die, hard-livin' people whine about religion, vision Blow, spin, and sin and killin' what's revealin' It's a never endin' battle with no endin' or beginnin', listen Zero process, progress, become the hunted America's most wanted, good life, flaunt it, want it Some love the speed, some satisfy a need Some wanna be down, young gun seed, jungle breed The strong must feed, someone die, someone bleed One flew astray, and it caught my little seed Can it be? The ice savage, trife life, made me grab the knife The righteous man was beat with many stripes, pipes Take in my energy, breath and know the rest 'Cause the good die young and the hard die best [Chorus: Inspectah Deck and Masta Killa (Both)] You can't party your life away, drink your life away Smoke your life away, fuck your life away Dream your life away, scheme your life away 'Cause your seeds grow up the same way 'Cause your seeds grow up the same way 'Cause your seeds grow up the same way [Verse 4: RZA] Y'all bitches love dances, and pullin' down your pants While your man's on tour, your spendin' up his advances Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick The whole projects is trapped in six You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out Ninety-nine cent beer drinkin', pussy stinkin' Fuckin' so much, your ass and titties start shrinkin' New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, Medicaid Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays? Inside my lab, I'm goin' mad Took two drags off the blunts, and started breakin' down the flag The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods The white's for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs Or the slugs that ignites through the night, by the dawn early light Why is sons fightin' for the stripe? [Verse 5: Method Man] As we dwell through this concrete hell, callin' it home Mama say, "Take your time, young man, and build your own Don't wind up like your old dad Still searchin' for them glory days he never had" So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings The cash rule everythin' now, we goin' down These babies lookin' up to us, it's up to us The Million Man March MC's, get on the bus But envy, greed, lust and hate separate Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate No longer brothers, we unstable Like Cain when he slew Abel, killin' each other [Chorus: Inspectah Deck and Masta Killa (Both)] You can't party your life away, drink your life away Smoke your life away, fuck your life away Dream your life away, scheme your life away 'Cause your seeds grow up the same way 'Cause your seeds grow up the same way 'Cause your seeds grow up the same wayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you All the way from the slums of Shaolin Special uninvited guests Came in through the back door Ladies and gentlemen, it's them! [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances Chant this anthem, swing like Pete Sampras Taking it straight to Big Man On Campus Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas Scandalous, made the metro panic Cause static with or without the automatic And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard [Verse 2: Raekwon] Ayo, ayo, waves is spinning, blades is spinning Slay 'em in the eighth inning Stay truck, god stay playing linen Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that Mink jeans on, seen where the real at 2000 Zitos, moving with a ill ego For real, for real, ill lines, ill people Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians Pollying deals, monopoly and bills, y'all niggas lying Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach Go broke, all seen, done it Words from the heavy set, if I don't eat Then we already met fly-ass bro, liver than coke [Verse 3: Method Man] Now what Clan you know with lines this ill? Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell Put on my gasoline boots and walk through Hell With 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video 9 milli blow, semi-auto with no serial Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck with digital Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen My sword got a Jones, more heads for the severing Johnny in the dungeon, taking all bets, throw ya ones in Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in [Verse 4: Masta Killa] That's word to Damo, San Juan, Puerto Rico Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow Blowin' the nozzle, hear it whistle One in the head, this is code red, man for dead X amount of lead spray from the barrel Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit To make my niggas from East New York flip [Verse 5: RZA] Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY!) You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper And my phaser off stun (BOBBY!) Y'all might just catch me in the park playin' chess, studyin' math Signin 7 and a Sun (BOBBY!) But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!) [Verse 6: Ghostface Killah] Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting Your socks hangin' out, yours is talkin' Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy Sport my old Force MD furs from the 80's Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee Taught y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots I'm nice, maxed out, creepin' wit the ax out Murder these bikini bitches, switchin' with their backs out [Verse 7: U-God] Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips Alabama split, hammer slay quick That David Banner gamma ray shit Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch My powder voice, Snow White sniff Verbal killas, gorilla grip God body shit, puff Marley spliffs [Verse 8: Cappadonna] You might see me in a 6, that's not my style You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child I be in the benzo, keep a low profile Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile Tryna get money, y'all cats is wild I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game Live life to the fullest, still want more fame Darts on layaway, beats on standby Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime [Verse 9: GZA] Run on the track like Jesse Owens Broke the record flowing without any knowing That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ A athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground Wireless nigga who sprint off the gun sound The best time yet still 7.0 Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Pt. II[Intro: The Genius/GZA (from "Clan in Da Front")] Niggas on the left, brag shit to death Now hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggas on the left, brag shit to death Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what This goes back to nineteen.. Ahem, check it, yo GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggas Word to the camouflage large niggas Bitch niggas fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain [Verse 1: Raekwon] Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore But giving you more and more, like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite! Word life, I get that ass raw, I'm fulla spite! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what? Twin Glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, we going to war right now So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggas Garments Save ya breath before I vomit [Verse 2: Method Man] I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggas save the beef on the cow I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO style, buddha monks with the owls So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashback's how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill like me Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave [Verse 5: RZA] Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong winds up against your Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics [Verse 6: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Are uh-ah-uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurai The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the bar Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggas be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE [Verse 7: Genius/GZA] My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow! Now it's all over Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons Orange stars and green cloversEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Impossible[RZA] Yo, check check it [Tekitha] You can never defeat [RZA] Yo, check the method of this shit right here one time [Tekitha] The Gods [RZA] Sparkin' your brain cells to the upmost [Tekitha] Impossible [RZA] Unlimited epidemics bein' spreaded [Tekitha] You can never defeat [RZA] You know, we try and add on for y'all niggas [Tekitha] The Gods [RZA] Yo, yo [Verse 1: RZA] Fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence Women walk around celibate, livin' irrelevant The most benevolent king, communicatin' through your dreams Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen Everywhere, throughout your surrounding atmosphere Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenements Eighty-Five percent tenants dependent welfare recipients Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp At night I walk through, third eye as bright as a street lamp Electric microbes, robotic probes Takin' telescope pictures of globe Babies gettin' pierced with microchips stuffed inside they earlobes Then examinated, blood contaminated Vaccinated, lives fabricated Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration Testin' poison in prison population My occupation to stop the inauguration of Satan Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men Like Bartholomew, 'cause every particle is physical article Was diabolical to the last visible molecule A spaceknight like Rom, consume planets like Unicron Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron [Verse 2: U-God] United Nations, gun bias style patient Formulating rap plural a capella occupation Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest We want sanitary food, planetary conquest Thug peoples on some hardco' body shit Get your shit together 'fore the fuck Illuminati hit Dreams is free and escape is sleep For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate The whole Babylon, times up, move on Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes Supposed through the gate, case closed things get froze When it comes time, chosen ones will hold the guns We take flight with no fright And attack, never fear 'cause our words is clear What's been done can't be undone, son, we can't care 'Cause the last days and times are surely here Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones Divine minds bind, we unified as one Half of black folk, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit Our everlastin' essence stay flyin' over Egypt [Hook: Tekitha] For you to defeat, the Gods Impossible, you can never defeat the gods Impossible For you to defeat, the Gods [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kimmy Don't go, son, nigga, you my motherfucking heart Stay still, son, don't move, just think about Keeba She'll be three in January, your young God needs ya The ambulance is takin' too long Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me, bitch, gimme your jack 1-7-1-8, 9-1-1, low battery, damn Blood comin' out his mouth, he bleedin' badly Nahhh, Jamie, don't start that shit Keep your head up, if you escape hell, we gettin' fucked up When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks In '69, his father and mines, they robbed banks He pointed to the charm on his neck With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect I opened it, seen the God holdin' his kids Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig Plus he dropped one Oh shit, here come his Old Earth with no shoes on Screamin', holdin' her breasts with a gown on She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him Rubbed his hair, turned around, the ambulance was there Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke Bitches yellin', Beenie Man swung on Helen In the back of a cop car, Dirty Tasha tellin' But suddenly, a chill came through, it was weird Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup Deep like the Paul assassination with a sketch of it It can't be, from Yoo-hoo to Lee's Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave Finally, this closed chapter comes to an end He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at 12:10 [Outro: Raekwon] Now what my man is tryin' to tell y'all Is that across the whole globe The murder rates is increasin', and we decreasin' So at the same time, when you play with guns When you play with guns, son That causes the conflict of you goin' against your own You hear me? So let's pay attention Straight up and down, 'cause this is only a story From the realEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Can’t Go to Sleep[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] The technique is ill, son, watch how I spill one Peace to Biggie, 2Pac, Big L, and Big Pun Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches House niggas, children watch as they produce the same pattern Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early '80s For those that murdered me shall stand before God To fall at the hands of fate; then, out comes the rod [Break: Ghostface Killah] Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back [Verse 1 (Cont'd): Ghostface Killah] What the fuck is going on? I can't go to sleep Feds jumping out their Jeeps, I can't go to sleep Babies with flies on they cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep Ish bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleep Ayo, we deep in the stairs, we carry big guns Whippy got hit up with the big shit—"bong bong" Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leek spot Drove past y'all niggas again, you took a cheap shot Not knowing fucking with me, you get your meat chopped You thought we fell on our face? You need to be stopped Call on the chariots! Call on an ambulance! You better smile, my nigga, you on Candid Cam Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls Nigga, motherfucking eunuch, I even take which was yours I'm the nigga that made you, man When your rap wasn't doing well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand [Hook: Isaac Hayes] Don't kill your brother Learn to love each other Don't get mad 'Cause it ain't that bad Look at who you are You've come too far It's in your hands Just be a man Get the jelly out your spine Cobwebs out of your mind [Verse 2: RZA] I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes They shot the father at his mom's building seven times They shot Malcolm in the chest in front of his little seeds Jesse watched as they shot King on the balcony Exported Marcus Garvey 'cause he tried to spark us With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers Oh, Jacqueline, you heard the rifle shots crackling Her husband's head in her hands, you tried to put it back in America's watching, blood-stained ink blotches Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college What's the science? Somebody? This is trick knowledge They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars Walking through Park Hill, drunk as a fuck Looking around like, "These Devils!" I'm ready to break this world down They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate And just give me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew? Grab a .22 and run out there and put this fucking violence in you? I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em, son, I— [Outro: Isaac Hayes] Don't let the game make you lose your head You should be calling the shots instead The power is in your hands Stop all this crying, and be a manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Back In The Game (Phoniks Remix)[Hook] Do you believe it's morning I'm alive But thats the last thing on my mind Do you believe it's morning I'm alive But thats the last thing on my mind [Verse 1: Method Man] Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope [Hook] Do you believe it's morning I'm alive But thats the last thing on my mind Do you believe it's morning I'm alive But thats the last thing on my mind [Verse 2: Raekwon the Chef] Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on How to get rich, coolin' with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin' with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin' Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin' Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggas is armed And when we get there, all my niggas in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich wear [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Most people say the Clan was missin' since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast (?) It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggas with the radical shines [Hook] Do you believe it's morning I'm alive But thats the last thing on my mind Do you believe it's morning I'm alive But thats the last thing on my mindEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ruckus in B Minor[Produced by Rick Rubin & RZA] [Intro: RZA] Huh—after all these years, what you said was true The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang is very dangerous [Interlude 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Hahahahahah It's the ODB, kid, once again, coming through your area And I'm going to tell you one time; you gon' love this [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I had to get the money, said it wasn't a choice Die Hard's on the bars, Ladies lovin' the voice Morphine flow, numbing your joints Bomb a nigga like he number 81 from Detroit Zombie life, World War Z Antidote to your virus, your highness, the world on me Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis So deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavy Sick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fire Forever with bars, sort of like a lifer With the son of anarchy, I be breaking bad Walking dead, day dreaming of making a band Dancing with the stars, Americans idol me The mentalist with the Big Bang Theory [Hook: Method Man] Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one [Verse 2: U-God] The most duplicated, anticipated, validated Urban legends in the books with the ones who made it Highly celebrated, everything was work related Current top 40 got the Wu deep in all their business 20 years Killa Bees, yeah, we hold the pennant Monumental stance on the cover with my co-defendants Drop her sentence, in remembrance Construct these jewels so they can live through my descendants [Bridge: Method Man] Youngun, I can see your draws, pull your pants up Can't even call yourself a man until you man up And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up And I don't care who runs the city when the summer come Your summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one [Hook] Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one [Verse 4: Cappadonna] Picture a nigga on the strip getting rich off the drug shit Putting other niggas on, teaching ‘em thug shit Then they want stick 'em up, then they get slugs quick Hood-type niggas always living that crime life Jealous-ass grimy niggas seeing the limelight Slimy old nigga like fucking your man’s wife Fool shouldn't use the word brother, he man dyke [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Yo, I spin my web all across New York Get it out in all types of ice, there's a sport One chain, two chain, three chain, four Niggas mouth's drop like the leaves in the fall Tone got that WBC I take off heavy in air balloons and land in the Fiji's That's my bird and that's my word You faggots keep fucking around and get curbed (I came to town) [Verse 6: GZA] Forms circles like the rings of Saturn Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern Then this fascinating picture has emerged from surface A wonder of the young world with an urgent purpose A wild fire engulfing every home It's history chiseled and carved in every stone A workshop where skills are learned Handcrafted and drafted, written works the main concern Urban center provided with a social structure And a curious culture full of superconductors Each stain is part of a scene with Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen Spell bounding, marvelous and it's surrounding Viewpoints remain the same, it's all astounding A place where the forgotten art is so powerful A striking image is something that's so valuable [Interlude 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] This one's the blackout! Three-fifty-seven to your mouth! [Interlude 3: RZA] GZA, this is called Ruckus In B Minor Rae, all those bad times is behind us Ghost, put that mask on to remind us Method Man, let 'em know who's New York's finest [Bridge: Method Man] Youngun, I can see your draws, pull your pants up Can't even call yourself a man until you man up And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up And I don't care who runs the city when the summer come Your summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one [Hook: Method Man] Still number one, still number one, one, one Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one [During hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Now I'mma let all you motherfuckers know Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan You from Queens nigga I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker! [Verse 6: Raekwon] My lines is like Peruvian coke, go ahead and try one My recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixture Rainman mathematician, this city slicker The finest threads cover my frame, the cloths of royalty Strive with an army of winners and no pretenders (*One*) We live free and achieve more But first we gotta win with no stalemate The all eye seeing is victorious biz to the sound man [Verse 7: Masta Killa] Armored trucks, tanks are bulletproof, been the truth Loot the track, clear the booth, my thought ready, aim, shoot My knowledge one twenty proof, let's tear the roof off Let's spray, M-A-S-T-A King I Love-Love club, pack stadium rock I hold the mic snug, split a slug Black ninja, mask and gloves [Hook] Still number one, still number one [Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours (Still Don’t Nothing Move but the Money)[Intro: Raekwon] Shake them niggas [Verse 1: Raekwon] Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend sacrifice her fam shift them niggas To Queens Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known Tone A Wally kingpin who also slam the strike edition What up? Corleone smoke the bone, Tone phone me What up? He tried to slang there, address him with chrome only Grady with the gray beard, transporting for him Rocking Nike Air, Rastafarian bird, piping that Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses Fronting like he's sitting on a lump, he's sitting on junk You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, they're Century Fox, little Glocks Them niggas with stocks, wheelyin' blocks Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child But right now, Sun it still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, fucking grab the nickel plate 'Spenser: For Hire', tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Isuzu Beige Top will blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot [Verse 2: Method Man] I remember sticking fiends at the one-six-ooh When we was starving, ducking five-oh, paying 'em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warring and cage dodging, ripping and robbing Got the NARC sabotaging, slipping cracks in Your camouflaging, now you snitching on the squadron That's something niggas can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency Of a sting from a killa bee, kicking the battery Out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high, you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggas on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from [Bridge: Method Man & La the Darkman] Catch us swimming with these sharks now, you rap villains (I feel the same way you niggas feeling) We feel the same way you feeling, let it be known (let it be known) What the blood clot you niggas dealing, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nothing move but the money [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer '88, started a fight, that can't wait Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marcy Blazing that Ted Rossi up in The Marquees He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, ass no trousers This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid crying on the stand with Judge Kuffner Kissed him with odd numbers three to nine style Before he left he flashing his face like Denzel Richard Dale took his Beaver, Un threw up all in his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His shape-up was all fucked up, Heze had me laughing God you see how he was laid out in the grass With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leaking from his teeth he smiled like he gummed out Big bolo, stacking his shit, financed a Volvo He copped his shit from a small coffee shop in SoHo He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posing like he rapping out...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dog Shit(Dogs barking) [Intro - Ol' Dirty Bastard] All you bitches put your naps together And all you niggas put your sticks together [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Bitch hooooo (Yeah haw heh) Day hayyyy (Eh hey ay hey) De haaaaa (Ewww hawr harr) Haa-aa-aa-aa-aaa (Eh haw he huu) [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] She blew in like calm breeze Tall brown skin her, weave like palm trees I went coconuts, dip my Dunkin' between your Donut Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch Fathership touch ground like fly on soup Don't invite me I tear the fuck down White boys cut my toupee Seventh day rester, or screenplay I slump MC slay, it ain't nothin' to bust ass Bullet him, get him fast Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash The dog piss on MCs like trees Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Hooooooo Yeah haaaay (Dedicated to all you bitch ass niggas) De haaaaa (And you bitch ass niggarettes) Bitch hooooo (Motherfuckers!) [RZA] Let that bitch know [Verse 2 - Ol Dirty Bastard] Shame on a nuh, who tried to step tuh The Ol' Dirty Bas, put my foot up your uhh Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight Hoooooo (Method Man: stankin' ass hoes) You're the type of bitch don't appreciate shit Never had shit, so you won't be shit That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair On my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down Doo Doo Brown! Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones In the backyard of someone else's house Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out Here comes Rover, sniffin' at your ass But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass That means ho, you been shitted on I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Hoooooo yeah heeeey e haaaaa Hoooooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo Hoooooo yeah heeeey (Wayeah hey hey) This is dedicated to all y'all bitches (eeeeeeeeeeeee) De haaaaaaah Hoooooo yeah heeeey ne haaaaa Aaaaa-aa-aa-aa-aaa [Streetlife] Fuck y'all [Skit - Man 1] Fuck is y'all niggas, Soul II Soul? Y'all look like some nasty backup dancers for En Vogue Lil' nasty R&B niggas Yo, you look like, you look like you was break dancin' in Allure' video, spinnin' on his lips [Man 2] What's up wit' bookworm? What's up wit' bookworm? [Man 1] Nigga, what's up wit' your Speak and Spell shoes? Fisher Price My First Timberlands Them shits is old, nigga You gotta get some Chukkas, fucka Nigga got on a Lamont Sanford dress shirt "Whaddaya want, ya big dummy?" ((Same guy: “Yeah, that’s me nigga!”)) [Man 2] As for me, nigga? ((Yeah that’s you, you DJ…)) [Man 1] And as for you, you DJ Kat Show shirt wearin' ass nigga Your shirt look like a dish rag Nigga, your shirt look like a curtainEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Visionz[Verse 1: Method Man] Apocalypse Now, mind over matter Next batter be Tical, put it on a platter How much uncut raw shit we dealing with? Murder track what? Slang killing it, touched You feeling it in your bloodstream Deadly Venomous elixir hammer like Sledge that be Sister All In Together Now, follow me the Mister Mef Candyman: Farewell to the Flesh Death come in the scripture, 2001 Bring the rap Armageddeon, let it be known When you walk up in this Dead Zone, with all that wack shit Now you know you dead wrong, one thousand lashes [Verse 2: Raekwon] Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that The kids rank, snatch collars off while riding off Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades Ventilation let the sharks Animaze Something shiest like seven butcher knives Rolling Rover style twice, finger itchy like lice, hair fell out Something to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanka Toy Tonka truck, ten carat on ya monster Ring rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys Now fuck y'all act wilder The style wilder than a praying mantis, chilling like (long inhale) [Verse 3: Masta Killa] As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changing The courses of time, devils no longer exist As God Cipher Divine, all minds one, no question Now check it Perhaps we can go through Lessons Or might shot me a pussy protesting Coming with that lip professing, you must take Allah for fool Where's his Jewel? Was he using Mathematics as a tool? Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build Shit is so real, inside you distilled Back in the form of mist, you wishing you did the Knowledge Before speaking, seeking, where you went wrong And why would I bring you such physical harm? [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] Mind arson, my squadron surround the SoundGarden Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target Sniper in the cypher, I Pied Piper Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler Bombs strike ya like the Mighty Thor, blast the door Recite a page like a tidal wave crash the shore Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a handful Heavenly laced, stimulation make it feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent Five Percent, Range whipping, Soul Controller of the lynch Macking phone rings, Stephen King drama down at Danzine My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine Coconut juice, walnut colored shoe, ninth annual Moses lost his sandal hiding the manual Blowing evangel bugging off of Bon Jovi hits Grandma Lowvey, famous murder weapon was a trophy Seeds posing in Osh Kosh, guzzle Grolsch Sabotage massage rap bandit at large Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans Thurston Howell the Third, kid's back on the scene Call it chopped meat cause every word is choppy Malachi crunch all crows to death, Kobayashi couldn't stop me Getting caught up in my world, Häagen-Dazs swirl Back flip and then a twirl, cave your whole world inEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy As High As Wu-Tang Get[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] (come on in) Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn (come on in) Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH (come on, come on, come on in) Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggas! (come on in, come on, come on, come on in) [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] As High As Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it! [Verse 1: GZA] Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long Make it brief, son, half short and twice strong No doubt, it took time searchin', eventually It was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source You can't flow, must be the speech impediment You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President Whether in Amsterdam smokin' seven grams of green Venue packed, a thousand white teens in tight jeans This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical To analytical analogy, insurance policies why Said he know that sounds define the note Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes Too many dope niggas I see starvin' Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain Wu slay regardless to whom or what, five mics, five nights Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights A fugitive bass playin' rap czar Smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] As High As Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it! [Verse 2: Method Man] Tical got a hold on ya, doin' exactly What the fuck I mari-wanna, this nigga nasty Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin', lovin' The ways these rhymes keep comin', at cha splash ya Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts From the Shropshire Slasher, rip shit up Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff An MC too good to be touched, John John Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush MC inferiorities, they froze up Ice cold as we move on, saga unfold Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger Caught up in a cliffhanger Yo, I-N-S, another code red, danger Break out the vest, now it's tactical warfare, it's all here Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here Don't ever roam, in the naked city Eight million stories, none pretty Bomb 'em wit' the Witty Unpredictable Conditionin' be critical Peace to Tang, gettin' high on your physical This next drink is a toast to your memory When I go, how many niggas gon' remember me? [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] As High As Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy For Heavens Sake[Produced by RZA] [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yo, (Wu) one two (Tang) one two (Wu-Tang) It's the Wu (Wu-Tang) creepin in the shadows (Wu-Tang) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Oh baby, for heavens sake) Sir I, Excalibur (Wu-Tang...) (Oh baby, for heavens sake) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Oh baby, for heavens sake) Yeah [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] My rap style swing like Willie Mays My eyes Purple Haze, my solar rays’ll burn through shades Rhyme grenades raid the airwaves, catch this rap page I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture Limited edition composition spark friction Non-fiction, the calm bomb, keep your arm distant Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence Wu original, true colors stem from the melanin The most high, most try, to get close by And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter Fly sistas flock when they spot this live nigga The crowd seducer black your third eye before I lose ya Verbal high, leave styes in the eyes of Medusa Top ten, poly like Cochran, and Sharpton Narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman Murder rap, kill you soft like Roberta Flack Words attack like a British Bulldog, observe the stats [Chorus] (Oh baby, for heaven's sake) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Oh baby, for heaven's sake) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Oh baby, for heaven's sake) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Oh baby, for heaven's sake) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Now all pay tribute to this entity A spark that surges through the undergrowth Overwhelming the populace from the entry The Wu-Tang Dynasty, has emerged From this elite fleet I was appointed to strike the vital nerve Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words Observe the magnetic attraction as we breathe Seeds of MC's that these fake ass industry niggas Feed off, the chrome might tend to squeeze off And spray, an array of shots That travel downwind, just respect my prolific pen As I ascend, the minds of the weak To rise and take power Eiffel tower-ing over the land As we stand, expanding our cream A dollar to every grain of sand Let the mind use the physical as planned [Chorus] (Oh baby, for heaven's sake) (Oh baby, for heaven's sake) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Yo, yo, this is Beirut Try to comprehend check out my new suit Darts blend aim take fire pure destruction Disappear from here, my year, drop the stupid LP's everywhere Fallin out the sky tall sniper Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside Poetry whirlpool, RZA and True collide We produce article exception to the rule We the black men that struck oil, the hardboiled Cats that made that Watergate thing go spoiled The heavy-handed, locked down stranded with Cyrus Wu Pirates, sneak inside the club, low eyes Low down dirty, twelve thirty, night time crawlers Off-the-wallers, basketball gun brawlers Smoked out throw both fists for nine-seven Slang reverend, put the best work in [Chorus] (Oh baby, for heaven's sake) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Oh baby, for heaven's sake) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Oh baby, for heaven's sake) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Oh baby, for heaven's sake) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) Yo (Oh baby, for heaven's sake)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Keep Watch[Verse 1: Method Man] I ain't trying to be no D-boy, I love music, I'm a b-boy Are you the undercover or the decoy I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy A pit with no muzzle about to bust your bubble like a keloid Too much marijuana got me p-noid I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy Shout to Lil Cease, B.I.G., boy And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy 88 keys on the keyboard I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three letters out of record It's Meth, you heard it through the wire I could be more Or washed up like Sonny Black's body on the seashore That's a problem, I could be yours A monster without the mad scientist and Igor I've heard it before, a third of these boys Got murder raps and never even murdered before [Hook: Nathaniel] Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop Keeping the streets locked I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks Run these streets out here don't need cops I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Codename Sensei, I live what my pen say Game hall of fame, flow is MJ, Muy caliente Je m'appelle Rebel, capisce, comprende? Son I'm touching 'em up, trust I'm like Justin Tuck how they ducking the rush Tryna break bad, you catch a bad break Like I own a bake shop how I stack cakes Greatness was nothing, Deck the next Nike ad Wifey bad and my life got 'em slightly mad 'Cause I shine like chrome in July Soldier I opened your eyes, notice the lies DEA say I'm drugging 'em I get you leaning hard, I get the fiends to nod, I mean they loving 'em All hail your highness, terrific win Put a so-called beast in his place, Pacific Rim [Hook: Nathaniel] Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop Keeping the streets locked I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks Run these streets out here don't need cops I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Foul-ass police, crooked ass friends I don't give a fuck, yo, the drama never ends I'm a project nigga, I don't care about the Benz Plus I had a lot of chicks, you can have those bitches But I murder your bloodclot if you touch my riches Yeah crazy ass skipper, I be in the slums, nigga Fuck where I come from I'm a quiet gangster nigga First I get you comfortable, then I start shanking niggas Park Hill code is don't violate the family Brother to brother it's no snakes in the amnesty I come through wilding on some Wu-Tang Can It Be.. Googly-eyed nigga, chop his face in the ministry Never scared to do the time, fuck the penitentiary Leave a bunch of dead niggas, don't forget to mention me The angel of rap, the un-ordinary light Already did what I was gonna do before you even got the mic [Verse 4: GZA] We left a large solar cloud distinguished by size Interaction with the wise and civilized The mind caused matter to fall into a center A great deal of heat that'll radiate within ya From out of this collision The central cord became thick enough to trap its own light and bring vision Each drop full of Hip Hop energy Balanced on all sides such great symmetry The bars unlocked the power of the stars The mirror in the telescope pinpoint the gods From a distance, acting as a guiding coach Analyze the board, universal approach Retune the soul to a certain pitch Changing the frequency frequently, hitting a certain switch The love is paramount, the connect is brotherly Respect for the intellect and broad discovery [Hook: Nathaniel] Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop Keeping the streets locked I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks Run these streets out here don't need cops I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block [Outro: Kung Fu Sample] They're very trick so you must be very careful Uh, Brother Fay's quite right But still we have been taught that man is good And if he wasn't good Buddha would not try to help him "Hey you have a pass from the..."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Duck Seazon[Intro: Raekwon] Scrape y'all motherfuckers, it's my word When you see us, when you see us flashin' and shinin' and buildin' And addin' on, y'all niggas just watch, hear me? Only ones we got respect for is the niggas we say peace to Hear me? Pay attention, put your shoes on [Verse 1: Raekwon] My team be bellyaching hungry niggas on the swarm again Piranha nigga bite dick, yo son, it's on again What up? He made a move, try to assist it Listen, kid, yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop Back to the novel, yo son, it's logical How you figure, God? What? Float on the track, flip the obstacle Now my proposal rips the global From California to courts, it's over, God, told taste the soul food Remember baggy jeans, Timberlands in November Shorty called me Santa in December But guess what? My Wally's got messed up Autograph pressed up, what? Blessed enough to blow your rest up We scrape that, Land O' Lake that Mazola rap will get you sent back Represent the gentlemens who bent that Flash medallions like Italians, La Costra Nostra We moving through your hood like we supposed to Flexing, Lexi Diamonds hold the settlement Tekitha, bust your gun, boo Like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents Ad on the billboard store Check it now, you get the gold dick award It's like jail and it's the sixth floor Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see Half of y'all niggas built your vine from my stress tree Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than adobo Stay militant, kid, twist ya like Bolo You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearing it Fake one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one Please, y'all niggas money's getting low But could you come back, though Set up shop and get the fat glow? Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all So what the deal now Link up with us or put your shield down, faggot [Break: RZA and Raekwon] Faggot, you fuck around punk (Seven-fifteen) We battle for cream, nigga [Verse 2: RZA] You want a pound, crab? Nah, let his hand swing I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings No more said, knew your chump ass was dead When I saw the .44 reflecting off your shiny forehead It's Wu-Tang, nigga! Ain't nothing changed, nigga! Still Shame on a Nigga who tried to run game! Your version of perversion, fucking bitches on Persian rugs Washing niggas like detergent, it's the surgeon Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge Front page Daily Chronicle reads: "Hell up in Gotham, take heed and protect your seeds" You fall like autumn leaves You lack tranquillity in your rap utilities to fuck with the abilities Race like a sperm cell to the ovary Microphone post tone like a rotary phone Ancient poems of poetry Old scrolls, explosive head bullets Black hooded, Timberland footed ninjas With 'Full Metal Jacket' clips and know how to put it in you Surrender your goods and your merchandise for no purchase price I'm certainly a heist for your ice is curtains Advice: Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety And lead them to defy me, diary, ya Irie? I need 18 points on my next joint This high anointed king to make a deal, I be the one to appoint Steve Rifkind must've been sniffing To catch something so dope, it left Monica Lynch pussy dripping I fuck hundreds of bitches and split millions of dollars And built with thousands of scholars My life saga from the hill to the harbor Legal 'caine grind like Nicaragua I gave birth to MCs, thieves and bank robbers We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips Fancy delicatessens and the world's best refreshment But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons Or my queen and my seed and the homes that I rest in Enter my zone, get blown in 99 sections [Verse 3: Method Man] This rhyme has no limitation, this time there's no hesitation Collecting minds at the door You want it, niggas? It's yours, the flavor's raw What the fuck you think I'm flowing for? It's rhyme and reason Bite the bullet, niggas is fowl and it's duck season We at odds 'til we even, motherfucker Bad asses, high times, lower classes Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses Bring it to 'em, room service Under pressure and mad nervy, waving guns at the clergy Ticallion, we ain't worried, keep them sick niggas 7-30 Picture this, watch the birdy These bastards is holding dirty With sharp hymns that be stabbing you Pins and needles, needles and pins 'Nuff said, dick in your mouth like Tempest Bled' As I race track with thoroughbreds, ducking the Feds [Verse 4: Raekwon] Yo, my ice look fly upon the keyboard, son Niggas ran up on me, lord, praising what we do by the laws That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggas like weight Feed 'em food, let the fake evaporate Reconstruction, that's the whole science on my production Y'all niggas guess who stuck, son, left his nuts hung Switch, finger itch, staring at you like a bitch Maybe y'all niggas snitch You's a loner, Adidas shell top while I sip a Corona Read the Robb Report, then bone her Buy you some jewels, here's some food Not necessarily mean to be rude, boo, check out the analoo We into mushrooms, chase the Heineken, the custom Baggy jeans, thick ropes, god, sliding through customs Chill, y'all niggas know what time it is James Bond beamers behind me on Bacardi Limon Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan, he caught a slug for lying Yeah, you was lying, where the cash? Crying Militia, rolling in position Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian Lex retali' back whistling Fake fucks [Outro] How dare you rebel the Wu-Tang Clan against me? For that you’re gonna die I may not be the one to stop you, but somebody will very soon Also, the Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang DieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bells of War[Intro: U-God] Give me the cue [Verse 1: U-God] Skip the introduction proceed to lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed Splatter your melon like some Attica felons Use a firearm good, Bloods go for heart swelling Insert the spasm, yes the dirty herb has him Thoroughbred thugs insert the phantasm Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture Exotic wine, holding nine Picasso pictures When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Beijing When we touch down, would you crown renowned kings [Verse 2: Method Man] There's no honor amongst thieves Street pharmaceutical stack like Genovese The Four Devils tempt madmen but not these We profound hardcore sound to MCs, thumbs down Prepare Killa Bees it be warfare, this the year Niggas gotta take you off of here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty and spread fear Through this rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stares The smell of fear make my nostrils flair, truth or dare? Ask yourself can you compare to these niggas in the hood Johnny B. Goode or he be gone yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned PLO from here to Lebanon, how many bombs Must we drop in the Ninety-Now? Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news from Meth-Tical [Break: RZA] Glocks'll be spitting, you gots to be kidding Aiyo kid you gots to be kidding Or Glocks'll be spitting You gots to be kidding yo [Verse 3: RZA] It's common sense how I master my circumference, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds Wu-Tang hovers one thousand notches above MC level, yo, I stay highs like treble Foes who oppose get plucked like rose petals Arresting and holding, penetrate forbidden regions Wack MCs only lasting one season The morale was low at the corral Adjective pronouns had no style, your weak proposal Aim for the official, initial is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah All that other bullshit ain't permissible Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual Handles to keep all this Hip Hop shit tangible Illegible, every egg ain't edible My tracks remain 'Unforgettable' like Ol' Nat Cole Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier Buy Melchezidek a skyscraper Understanding the continents of Africa and Asia And free the Black Man from enslaved labor, Wu-Tang [Verse 4: Masta Killa] The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nothing We came to punish the glutton with a substance That can't be contained, Wu-Tang [Interlude 1: Method Man] Motherfuckers We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club Y'all all in the back Scared to speak, we speak cause you scared Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is [Interlude 2: Raekwon] All you been seeing is upsets in the boxing shit, right It's like come on man This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker Dang, he caught Whitaker He caught Whitaker a long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holyfield Hey Mike's, Mike's gonna forfeit this fight He ain't fighting McDermit He ain't fighting Nope Whattup You talking bout he, what he, what he, what he did Told them he cut his eye, in sparring [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Stella D'oro wrap breadsticks, David Berkowitz Einstein birthed a hit, now nurture it M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gems Purify, cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang tore me off the cross All you saw was white meat, skin hanging off These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up The Betty Crocker Marvel cake, snakes will miss a Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada Slam dance, tarantula style, you's a fan of the Monopoly king, Slavic poetry Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory Mack truck hitting soloist, Soul Controllers Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless [Outro: RZA] You know cause Wu-Tang is invincible, you know what I mean It's Wu-Tang Forever God You gonna get down with that W That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom That's the Wisdom of the Universe That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation of the Gods, you know what I'm sayin' We breaking egg through these days God, you know what I'm sayin' We got the fucking way We got the medicine for your sickness Out here, ya know what I mean I was telling Shorty like Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD And you'll get all the education you need this year, you know what I mean Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit Word man it's Wu-Tang Forever God, you know what I mean Niggas can't fuck with these lyrics God, you kno what I'm sayin Namean Oh hell no, none of this shit C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggas Niggas can't even understand half this shit I think niggas ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G (Wax niggas ass for free or fee) Word Yo, you know what The next Wu-Tang album ain't even coming out until 2000, ya know what I mean That's just gonna come back with a comet You hear, we gonna bring a comet Check for that shit in the millenium You know what I mean? So, yo, y'all niggas man Be the resurrection The Gods is here man Born Gods is hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Severe Punishment[Intro: 'The Master' sample] I despise your killing and raping You're despicable (Are you my judge?) It's just you should be punished I'm gonna chop off your arm, so are you ready? [Verse 1: U-God] Check these high hats sling tings movin' through the rubbish Party robust, rec room style for you brothers Time's tickin', erupt misconduct Enterin' one funk before the drum dry up Dial, style, jab vocab slow Alphabet run, construction voice might blow Tap dance swellin', Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with somethin' that's round and profound Blood brothers, people of colors, we get down Watch this fly, force feed things bein' said Nine Diagram acid black evil red leathers Mic half a dangle, serious a man My mic clapper death wish, everlastin' plan Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner Night champion, old villain style seamer Kiss a spider, Seagal saga why bother Godfather talk drama, fly swatters [Break] Number two, Chao San Poi [Verse 2: GZA] This Wu shit be hard to kill at full blown Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome Pro tools editin' tracks that's rough 'Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough So we attack this, and grab all within reach Throw a scrap back to niggas, perfect your own speech Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands Niggas look on and get hooked on this mic line Reeled in and shipped through the pipeline LPs delivered with style and potential Niggas flowin' smoothly in a sequential order Revealin' hidden tape recorders Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura [Verse 3: Raekwon] Twist the DAC up, them niggas with math is back up Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this Two Kahluas, one chick, she's German Luger Get the shit on Light a fresh pack, bust it open with the seal on, dunn Deal on this, with the real on Necks rocky ring, call it the Decatur Slang souffléer, home decorater, player Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance Somethin' flashy, God dead-armed is nasty Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo He killed the God, might as well throw a chair at me [Verse 4: RZA] Yo, MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder Tell you the truth, it's just one nation under a groove Gettin' down for the funk of it Like Fred Sanford in the biz... Yo, inhale this paraphernalia, a Wu memorabilia Melba the fortune teller, tried to tell ya 'Bout the group recruit, we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's Then spread across the globe like telephone wires Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported chambers been recorded You're fuckin' with the loops, time for royalty audit Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian Then grew to a physical body with five meridians As the pendulum swings closer to the millennium 2000 Wickedness is spread amongst my citizen I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle And politic with Lyor and Russell When niggas is still rush in and brush you [Break] He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives [Verse 5: Masta Killa] Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain Ignite, blowin' the mic to Arabian heights As I recite this medley, niggas couldn't fuck with the Deadly ground I hold down Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceilin' Panic and confusion echoes through the building Continuin' to build, I strive for perfection Driven by the will to live, Glocks I hold Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams Look for means of survival and who's liable For this harrowin' experience You scream for the extreme Fiend for the capo regimes of the Wu-Tang Academy To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery [Outro] Number two, Chao San Poi Number two, Chao San Poi He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives Number one, Yen Chang Wa He's an adulterer, don't trust him Number two, Chao San Poi Number two, Chao San Poi He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives I despise your killing, and raping You're... despicable Are you, my judge? It's just... you should be punished I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready? I despise your killing, and raping You're... despicable Are you, my judge? It's just... you should be punished I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hellz Wind Staff[Intro: 'Unbeaten 28' sample] The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang Die [Verse 1: StreetLife] So get your egg crashed by my Hellz Wind Staff While the pictures broadcast and splash to tell the news Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung His father watched in horror as he swallowed his tongue Another youth dead before the age of 21 Left his son to grow in the ghettos of the slums Where the shots echo for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get P.L.O By the lone gunner who took revenge for his brother Who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner A new year is dawning, new crews is forming Rival gangs warring, blood steadily pouring The streets are deep son, every day is like a rerun So I reach out and try to teach one But 85% uncivilized content No tolerance so a lifetime is spent Behind a cage bent smoked out and on a park bench Killer instinct, slave rap niggas get lynched [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck To all you slew-footed penguins, ducking from these Hot rocks that's flaming Chocolate for all you rap Damians Spraying cards espionage, dodgeball square hard Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards In the making, next album 'Blood on Chef Apron' Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen Discovery Channel, cats the Book of Daniel Coke blunts hot as a fuck swatted bamboo High school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out On the regular for robbing a good nigga house Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable Hot rock lava, gringo throw the Frusen Gladjé [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] What you know about this specialist armed dangerous? Hit you close range with this madness Unique design shine like a deep dish The beat kick technique split up your weak shit Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal Living legend, veteran known to set trend Lethal weapon, step through your section With the force like Luke Skywalker Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture Live performer, bid the mic sayōnara Borderline to insane, I rain firewater Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order I got my sword across your throat, you choke [Verse 4: Method Man] We on the run with the golden guns, get you none When it reach out and touch someone, blaze their buns Now I'm guilty by association Times of blackness eclipsing the Sun Target practice commence when I throw these darts at these rappers Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your mattress Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm going in Shooting bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction Blend like chameleon All these niggas want cheese, is we mice or men, word up We can go platinum but then still can't get no satisfaction Once again back on the block crumb snatching Blowing backs in cold-blooded 9 assassins, time for action Johnny Unitas, handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas [Verse 5: RZA] Drowning problems in Heinekens imported from Holland Getting boosted off of Killa Bee pollen Stone columns get stacked by drum tracks, smack loud like gun claps Pin a crab to death with a thousand thumbtacks The Wu centerfold, it be's the Wind Ninja scroll Soul edged blade controls your Interpol The Fig Newt', fruit from the forbidden tree root I stay secluded in the Chamber training new recruits With Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means When bullet screams from the hot Glock like rock from a sling (sometimes...) Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops Shots get popped on the block causing blood to gush From digital to analogue, the Wu-Wear camouflage My entourage squad be stomping through Zanzibar Like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow Connecting Brooklyn/Shaol like the Verrazanno-Narrows [Verse 6: Raekwon] Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleamo Lex graffiti name Ramo, hold em we rolling asking me though Raps is hotter than hot tamales in Toledo Pussy that shit she passing off to me though We wax Ajax niggas with an axe, Maxamill You could crash a mil’ got your back still Scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills sit back eyeing y'all niggas out Fakes that delegate we spitting fire out Verb burglar, design the Wally shoe store reserve a jet status Guyanese bird up on my mattress Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose incite a fashion Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name Styling rich, résumé the waves and one chain Feeling mics like, wheeling a bike, slide like Step on his Klondike, get your dart right, we moving on it like Wind breaker niggas get they face broke, jewelery get snatched Magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats (sometimes...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wu-Revolution[Popa Wu] These things just took over me Just took over my whole body So I can't even see no more I'm calling my Black woman a bitch I'm calling my peoples all kinds of thing that they not I'm lost brother, can you help me Can you help me brother, please [Uncle Pete] You see what we did, we lost the love I'm talking bout the love, the love of your own [Popa Wu] But brother, but brother, but brother, check this out I still don't understand man, I'm all high off this shit man [Uncle Pete] Well, what I'm trying to say my brother Why, why do we kill each other Look at our children, what kind of a future [Popa Wu] This is the training that's gonna be given to you by the Wu Brothers and sisters The revolution, the revolution will be televised, televised, televised It's time to rise, and take our place so we can inherit the universe The planet Earth belongs to God This is nineteen-ninety-seven Every square inch of it that he chose for himself, is the best part Behind every strong woman you'll find a strong man And behind every strong man you'll find a strong woman The universe is not completed without the sun, moon and stars (Want to be free) That's man, woman and child To all you fake-ass niggas who think you gonna survive out here Without your Black woman, you're wrong They have attraction powers on the planet We are original man, the Asiatic Black man The maker, the author, the cream of the planet Earth Father of civilization and daughter of the universe The population was seventeen million, with the two million Indians Making a total of nineteen million, four billion, four hundred million All over the planet earth (Mandela, Mandela) Arise you Gods, it's the time for the revolutional war (Malcolm X, Malcolm X) That's the mental war That's the battle between God and devil Take the devil off your plane Take him off your mental mentality, take him off your brain Leave all the cigarettes and guns, the alcohol and everything Thats the mental devil that exists within your body That's destroying and decaying your mind The mind controls the body Everything within must come out Don't look towards the sky cause there's no heaven above Don't look down beneath your feet, there's no hell below But heaven and hell exist within Heaven is what you make it and hell is what you go through [Uncle Pete] There is only one God There is a whole new one, faith There is a only one One revolution yeah [Popa Wu] At one time it was told to me That man came from monkeys That we were swinging from trees I hardly can believe that unless I'm dumb, deaf and blind You ever heard about, the ape man and the ape woman You have a mankind, that has a beginning to him And his ending, is about to come [Uncle Pete] If you take one step, I will take one with you Through the storm and pain, swim the deepest sea, with you my brother I know you got to be strong, gotta hold on [Popa Wu] Now the story is about to close It was a hundred percent of us That came on the slave ships Eighty five percent of our people was uncivilized Poison animal eaters They're slaves of the mental powers They don't know who the true and living God is And their origins in the world So they worship what they know not And they're easily lead in the wrong direction Ought to be lead in the right And now you got the ten percent who are rich slave makers of the poor Who teach the poor lies that make the people believe That the all mighty true and living God is a spook in the sky And you can't see him with the physical eyes They're also known as blood suckers of the poor And then you got the five percent Who are the poor righteous teachers Who do not believe in the teachings of the ten percent Who is all wise and know who the true and living god is And teach that the true and living god is a supreme being black man from Asia Otherwise known as civilized people Also Muslims, and Muslim's sons Peace we out [Cut to Kung-Fu clip] I have given it much thought It seems, disaster must come At best, only postponed Shaolin Kung-Fu To survive must now be taught, to more young men We must expand, get more pupils So that the knowledge will spreadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy A Better Tomorrow (2014)[Intro: Method Man] Wake up... wake up Wake up... [Verse 1: Method Man] Wake up, get a hold of your life, go get your cake up The motto in the streets is you eat, or you get ate up Straight up, you tired of waiting, go get your weight up My peoples tired of waiting for reparations to pay us Screaming Jesus can save us, I, I get the Bentley if I save up But that's just another trick to enslave us Push the minimum wages Put, put our fathers up in them cages Then watch out when mother struggled to raise us But, but my ambition won't let me live in this poor condition That doesn't care about color, creed, or your religion Priests, politicians gotta listen to opposition From my position, we still ain't got a pot to piss in From my position, we still ain't got a pot to piss in [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Allah said to save the babies from the cold Pour wisdom in the cup so the truth overflows Still, knowledge is that bread that keeps us well-fed Old time religion will not bring us satisfaction Without action now who can disagree with me? God is not a mystery, there's nowhere in history That you could show and prove to me But still you face east and nod your head to me religiously I'm G-O-D, to infinity, for real [Hook: sample] The world won't get no better If we just let it be The world won't get no better We gotta change it yeah, just you and me [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Poor reparations, the Bush administration Unequality, martial law, segregation False hood, false teaching, false education Now's the time for us to come amongst this nation They deceiving us, they don't believe in us They believe in that Cream like Julius Caesar I'm like Marcus Garvey, Malcolm X with the heaters Ripping the chains of the remains of all of the leaders Never worship the image of evil swine eaters I'm on the back of the bus with two fine divas We in the jungle of life, but never jungle fever I'm God-body all day long, spiritual life lessons That I recite in this song Trying to wake up everybody, can't we all get along? For all my people that's out there persevering through the storm Black fist, Staten Island, stand up, stand strong Penetrate through the gate and bring the Clan along [Hook: sample + Tekitha singing in the background] The world won't get no better If we just let it be The world won't get no better We gotta change it yeah, just you and me [Verse 4: Raekwon] Wake up and realise the times That we living in the world is getting more iller than ever Thought we was chillin', striving change for the better But it was a dream like Martin Luther He had a vision that could move a mountain Protect one another, that's world to my brother Malcolm As-salamu alaykum, alaykum as-salam We want justice, police supposed to protect and serve And then they shoot us down like wild animals The nerve of them cold-hearted killers With blue suits slaying our black youth The earth cries from all the blood that's being spilled We need a solution fast, get InshAllah bill Let me educate them, translate it meaning God's will It goes all in together, together how we are To stand with a plan, provided we down to fall And that's the Willie Lynch tactics that separated the masses Taught us all to think backwards [Reversed sample: RZA] [Hook: sample] The world won't get no better If we just let it be The world won't get no better We gotta change it yeah, just you and me We gonna change the world (x5)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Projects[Skit: Raekwon (Shyheim)] Peace, God (Peace to the gods) How you, God? (Studying 120 right now Call me back at the God Hour) [Intro: Raekwon] The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinking Light up the broccoli, kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow That's how we doing it [Verse 1: Raekwon] Bound by honor, sword take over the set Rap from here to Quebec Throw up the TEC, crash your intellect, select a vet Swimsuit mammal handle, yo, every fly vandal go to project Slam you like Hamill's Whitewater Scandal Wally sandal just a sample, my niggas fertilize thoughts Yo, mad support, drink a quart then bamboo One nasty can blew My pen sterile, won't perform if I'm not lampable Asking my man'll get you slapped down, play the anthem Lit it, who with it? Champagne get it, that's the ticket Silent nines sounding like crickets, snatch your worker’s shipment Pull her hair, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who ripped it? [Chorus: U-God (Raekwon)] Projects (My niggas survive, just like a moving target) Projects (Where niggas live and some sell garbage, that's) Projects (Try to escape the flying shells, dodging) New York projects (I'm living large, yo, stop miraging) [Verse 2: Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is TEC-9 Blast at any close encounter of the third kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle any adversary Them niggas all thumbs and can't handle my flurry Hear me, you jam on, you want to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coat aiming at your kidney Pressure, red hot like chilli pepper Black 'n Decker hardware, avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet your bottom dollar lecture be hard to swallow 007 mark the secret agent That macks well and gets smart through entertainment Welcome to the killing fields with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie niggas going through changes [Chorus: U-God (Raekwon)] Projects (My niggas survive, just like a moving target) Projects (Where niggas live and some sell garbage, that's) Projects (Try to escape the flying shells, dodging) New York projects (I'm living large yo, stop miraging) [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick, it's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into your face, plus it come in globs Quick, get on your knees With your sweet pussy, let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three Your pink lips, spreaded and shit, let me throw my dick in Grab my shit and place it gently on your clit Ping-pong pussy, wide world the womb Titties sagging, stomach on some shriveled up prune shit Too much air in your pussy You screaming that it's talking to you, daddy Fart's breathing out your lips, splashing my dick badly Use vinegar to try to tighten up your ginger Almighty dick ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attached to God Thick like a Great Adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remy on the house Watch the teeth for slobbing my shit, you bit it on the couch Dry pussy leave the friction burns, plus beef I hone The condom broke Bitch, you got AIDS, I'm shaking in my bonesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Older Gods[Produced by 4th Disciple] [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, word, yo, yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I roll like a bat out of hell, evil acapell's fly Spittin' out of my grill before I hit the sky With springtime colors, juicy as a Sunkist Certain broads double Dutch this, they carve it in they wrist Pillsbury blazes, straightening combs left on the stove Crumbs in my lady hair, plus yours, the look gold God, the old chain and ball technique, got these Vegetable lasagna niggas in they whips, jumpin' out they seats 18 Bronzeman Part II We like Dorothy Hamill on ice, we in your hood, we might circle Hats down low in the Range, switch lanes Change my tire, peel out, real loud on the stage, yo I shitted on your hood, kid, I shitted on your hood Got to your burner too late, I'm lookin' real good Draped out, shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece "Yo, girlfriend, come here, oh shit! You my man's niece!" The gourmet pocket twenty, bombs made of clay Sexcapades take place, we fuckin' 48 shades Might walk up in your studio time, slap your engineer Lighter fluid to DAT style, hand me the matches now [Verse 2: Raekwon] Aiyo, rainbow Rollie on the wrist, now watch this Niggas bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist E shakes, puffin' on lye, feedin' the seed's plate Pullin' out old .38's to rob gates Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up Beats break, the nigga whipped, take off his time Honolulu status, gladdest, the rich rock cabbage And dollar vans grands, that nigga mad savage Stationary Hall of Justice, niggas came clumped out Just came home, now they bunked out Money be longer than triple life 'til the Sun burn out That's my word, move it with the burner out Fidel way of thinkin', roll with the Mac bent Ac-10 Most of my team - Five Percent Check what the live said, rollin' with Guess vests pedestrians Yo, holdin' my nuts, fuckin' thousand dollar lesbians [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] Yo, the Older God put me on to how to rock this Maintain 360 Lord and live prosperous It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life One time in the respectable mind Yo, the Older God put me on to how to rock this Maintain 360 Lord and live prosperous It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life One time in the respectable mind [Verse 3: GZA] Let the shot spark soon as his pit bull barks Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks Witness forget his original statement Even in protection programs, there's no escapement Gunned down, three in town, hit king from seven crowns Spent rounds, catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge Wounded, back in the '83 summer heat Up in 3-0-9 park, rhymin' off the drummer's beat I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks All lookin' stank, I ain't playin' with a full deck And as they nervously stare, I know they scared They saw the comin' of Wu in neon in Times Square Household name, assassin, Killa Bee Mill to the grain that posses the Wu trilogy Quick to spot those that bite, camouflage and blend Those that got styles, they got identical twins Don't stress the small thing, copycats are finicky Without skills, they master the art of mimicry But I go line for line on the whole page Your unspotted life on the mic is old ageEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Careful (Click, Click)[Verse 1: RZA] Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son? Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh?! By his back, watch nigga run Seven the center of your eight point Sun Hold tight grip on the God-U Now, you best be careful! Can't dodge two Self-Hes aimed at your domepiece Father-U-C-King police!! [Chorus: U-God] Something in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Something in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Yo, Rae it's been a long time son since we bust gun Clap glaciers, ran the world and snatched paper Return to the 36th Chamber Proceed with caution as you enter We have an A.P.B. on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a master [Chorus: Cappadonna] Yo something in the street went, BANG BANG Making it hard for you to do your thang thang Something in the street went BANG BANG.. [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Up in the boss game wilding, money for grabs I ain't fucking with crabs, out of state copped two labs Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dough rehab Tryna re-up, keep my feet up Snake niggas in the cut, hold the product Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust Niggas you can't trust, dealing with lust Seen him at the ballgames with James [Chorus: Cappadonna & Ghostface Killah] Something in the street went, BANG BANG Making it hard for you to do your thang thang Something in the street went, BANG BANG Making it hard for you to do your thang Something in the hall went click-click The boxcutter went click-click Something in the hole went click-click The boxcutter went click-click [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] These are the bones, bones from the grave of Houdini G-Deini, Ronzoni noodles sprinkled on your embry' Climb like the deficit, profits, death threats To Israel slid through Bethlehem bong on one wheel Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's Granddaddy Caddy was copped for 6 G's B'gosh all that Oshkosh jumpers Pink Champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall bumpers [Verse 5: U-God] These ain't the camera guys, cause terror in your eyes Sweat on the hammer fly, Ways of the Samurai Newsflash bulletin, Gods on the prowl We full again, ruff men scuff Timbs Sonic bionic lens, RZA console Is it Bush or is it Dole, front row of the Super Bowl Black gold in my soul, on a ho stroll Don't go boy you on parole you don't know? [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLAP CLAP Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLAP CLAP [Verse 6: Inspectah Deck] Made 'em throw they hands up but then lay flat Rat pack eat up, the average alley cat Prepare for the impact when we contact Known to drop facts that crack your hard hat Must I show and prove, trust I, bust I Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the buggy-I Benz Who contends, Wu like the Superfriends Who's your rhyming hero? Wu-Tang rules again [Chorus: Inspectah Deck, Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah & U-God] Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLAP CLAP Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLAP CLAP Yo something in the street went, BANG BANG Making it hard for you to do your thang thang Something in the street went, BANG BANG Something in the hole went click-click The boxcutter went click-click Something in the hall went click-click The boxcutter went click-click Something in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Something in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pumEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Back in the Game[Intro: "Shaolin and Wu Tang" sample & Method Man] "It's true, the Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous" Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Trackmasters (Woo!) It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, the usual suspects, we at it Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds, too hot to wear clothes Still me, always have and will be Ill G. it's silly to hate but feel free Hey, hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday [Chorus: Ron Isley] Back in the game now, copped me some weight now My people bout to eat now, shit's bout to change now Back in the game now, all my niggas in the hood now Better catch up now, shit's bout to change now [Verse 2: Method Man] Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a fuck about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope [Verse 3: GZA] We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin Rebel who Inspects the Deck Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signin They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle [Chorus: Ron Isley] Back in the game now, copped me some weight now My people bout to eat now, shit's bout to change now Back in the game now, all my niggas in the hood now Better catch up now, shit's bout to change now [Verse 4: Raekwon] Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggas is armed And when we get there, all my niggas in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich wear [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast [?] It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggas with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.  World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan We brought so much heat that we was givin you tans and shit [Chorus: Ron Isley] Back in the game now, copped me some weight now My people bout to eat now, shit's bout to change now Back in the game now, all my niggas in the hood now Better catch up now, shit's bout to change now [Outro: "Flag of Iron" sample] Make a toast to Mr. Te and the Iron Flag brothers Master, who will be our new Iron Flag chief?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Maria[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (woman)] (You my Dirty whore, you that Dirty whore) What else you gonna do to it? But bust it, bust it though, baby, bust it Who else, who else is gonna do it? This is dedicated to all you bitches [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Knew this bitch named Trash, she had a hella fine ass Can't ask, threw my hoe in the past Niggarette gave me gonorrhea Pussy dick to the tippy-toe like ballerina Boy, you should've seen her She had a baby face creamer Purinas, called up talkin' Tina I put my dick in her womb She blew my head like a balloon, I had her walkin' on the Moon [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Yo, I seen you at the five and dime wastin' your time Oh, you shine, I'm lookin' at your ass from behind You walked by smellin' like watermelon You might make me a felon, my eyeballs swellin' My nuts start yellin' Excuse my prick, wanna have a talk with you I'm sick, my medicine is can I walk with you Fantasy, after that we can cheat Laid on the bed, handcuffed with hard meat Long stroke smackin', smack it then broke Nothin' can't stop my continuous poke Compound, porno flick music Daddy came with it when I wrote it [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Dirt Dog be bouncin' on bitches like frog I pollute the air up like smog, bitch I'm up my Jacuzzi, peepin' this smoothie My bitch is a floozy Dirt Dog ain't choosy, pussy move me Pretty black dick up in the booty, I like it muddy and swampy By now, you find your ass up shitty creeky Don't got no fuckin' room, me and my momma in my teepee Blackberry squeeze, bitch, you a tease Titties small, I got used to the squeeze Fuck that shit, I'm through with this bitch Old hen please can't get a bank of these welfare cheese Now I'mma blow fifty G's overseas I'm doin' the breeze in my 850 [Verse 4: RZA] Suicidal, she been in more hotels than bibles Idol worshiping bitch wasn't the type to make bridle Strung on how the bitch maneuvered her tongue From the top of his dick to the bottom of his ass split I told the God to jet quick, this wicked bitch was a harlot But had him trapped up inside the Charlotte Web She wasn't choosy, fucked for a movie and a loose leaf cigarette Pussy stay wet and juicy like lemons, big ass in tight denim Had the most faithful niggas sinnin' against their women And enjoyed to watch relationships get destroyed This unemployed welfare bitch was non-void And shameless, her attitude was blameless Even though she had a hundred dicks on her name list Her obsession caused niggas to get the ass cheek injection The bitched lied, said she had Urinary Tract Infection I tried to warn 'em and bomb 'em, but she conned 'em Wanted niggas to fuck her raw dog without no condom *Woman moans* Oooooh, ahahhh, ohh [Outro: '4 Assassins' samples] You people are all trying to achieve the impossible That's exactly what we've done But you'll fail and you'll all die If we die, the next generation will fight them too And the one after them for as long as they must And eventually we shall succeedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Uzi (Pinky Ring)[Intro: U-God] Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit, yo [Verse 1: U-God] It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise [Chorus: Polite] I got my uzi back You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back I got my uzi back You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back [Verse 2: Raekwon] Take it back to the peoples, leanin' gettin' rec room points We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggas, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass [Chorus: Polite] I got my uzi back You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back I got my uzi back You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out 18 karat rap between noodles [Chorus: Polite] I got my uzi back You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back I got my uzi back You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back [Verse 4: RZA] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, four whips just pulled up I saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip I sit took three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead king, thought he could ace Ghost Queen couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin' Malcolm's "…Any Means Necessary" [Verse 5: Method Man] John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all get shot [Verse 6: Inspectah Deck] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charlie Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crash-tests can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals [Verse 7: Masta Killa] This is grown man talkin, coward I'll split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect father Eton with Addies My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see [Verse 8: GZA] From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, swiftly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a brutal fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets [Chorus: Polite] I got my uzi back You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back I got my uzi back You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back [Outro] {*scratching "Suuuuuuuue" until fade*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Heaterz[Intro: Raekwon] Hang glide for my nigga Tical Yo, word to God we run this whole shit son (no doubt) Right that's my word Guaranteed you're dealing with the invincible (no doubt) (I'm specialized in swordsmanship) That's my word, Persian Legacy one time, one time That's the science of the black man Stationary niggas, have fun on this right here Yo Shorty cross your arms Gonna rock niggas to sleep this year (throw your leather up) [Verse 1: Raekwon] Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer Rocky road roll dark greener Cream fademas, name your God-U Kareema Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema Me, jewelery cleaner Million Man March screamers Ray Catena, cut your joint Wolverine The Longines, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina Now I'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Max tried to follow me Sadaam loungin, clean up collect, like the laundry It's time yo swerve like the Nike line Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her Statuary yo floatin that snatch-uary Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements I launch like lead projectiles, straight out the basement I suplex your rep, left ruined like the Aztecs Parasites, double edge dice your larynx My hip-hop, is quarantined locked inside the detox Under key lock, it's like b-block and E-Glocks You're ill, your trail ends, thoughts are frail I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended Designated hitter flows split the transistor Kinetic globes light when it shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after, I be Self Lord And Master [Verse 3: Ol Dirty Bastard] I be the Ironside, get touched, with the chloride Take walk with the Nine-Finger bandits worldwide Shaolin hillside, full of homicides FUCK you dissatisfied the double dyed black brown iodine [Verse 4: U-God] Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed Scarce chapter, snatch a batch of Winterfresh It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich You get buckshot, dummy-clapped, mummy-wrapped and stitched The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Dame-r sing the song the strongest Brute force bullethole straight through your chorus Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut A can of ass-whoopin', Flurry shake break, you fucks Struck, love crooks, waffle iron hooks Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book This deathbed doctrine, paper for the youth What remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth [Verse 5: Cappadonna] Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights Fast life, females are trife, stay tight I detect that parasite, satellite RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped Come to do shows my slang sound write secretary type Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man Working hard for the grand, I understand clear Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours My style drop like drawers, you see me on tours Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack Wu article, Cappa, five, CD attack But my talk stage live killa beehive Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts Bring the gold bangle, never make me throw darts Check out my arts, when I release my smarts Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts [Outro: Dom Pachino & some woman] Dom P: It's gonna stay here. Let you use me Woman: Yo relax, now just relax for real Relax, you all tensed up Act like a motherfucker ready to cut your throat or some shit Dom P: Nah I'm not gonna let happen You smell good and all that too man What you got on? Woman: Victoria's Secret Dom P: That's how you get down? You always do me right, man A-yo, go down a little bit Woman: down? Dom P: Yeah, get down, do it lower Yeah, yeah, yeah around there damn man Woman: Your ass is tense Dom P: I know Shit-shit is real for a nigga right now, know what I mean? I'm telling my niggas man Nobody be doing me like shorty Every time I go over to shorty lab She cook me something know what I mean? Treat a nigga right Rub me down with that Coco lotion You doing me right You doing me right, right now I'm telling you Woman: You home nigga Dom P: Yo, he Shampoo for a nigga right thereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Deadly Melody[Intro: Masta Killa] As we return to the 36 Chambers The RZA, the GZA, the Ol' Dirty BZA U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure Don't forget about the Masta [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Yo, motherfuckers halt when my Colt start stompin' Thunder strikes your land with the jolt Your stamina level is low like currents From the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies At a speed that the naked eye can't detect The infantry, peep the weapontry as I bomb atomically Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded By this total square mileage of violence that I brung I've not yet begun to stung, it's the ethics And rigorous training methods of the Abbott Incite oversees the opposition Penetrates then infiltrates, breakin' down your resistance Leavin' competition defenceless Masta, hip-hop antagonizer Dumb, deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer [Verse 2: U-God] Piledriver Tut boulder face blow Hulk Anger rap book causin' chess blade smoke Monster truck, punk, elephant gun poke Jawbreaker humanoid vice grip, choke Face the inferno, maestro pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never sold my soul, Golden Arm cold stinger See me on the streets, address me stone bringer Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in sweet Action packed rap, bite it, stomp on the beat Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas Wu status now, wisdom to the masses [Verse 3: RZA] Cock back my tongue like a hammer My head is like a nickel-plated bammer Spit .45 caliber grammar At the speed of wind makes you bleed within Crack your skull without penetratin' your skin Reign of champ official, Wu stamp with black pistols Spent the weekend programmin' fat tracks at Camp Crystal [Verse 4: Method Man] Home on the range, rebel with a pen Writin' critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in Mr. Mef, Hot Nickels Say my shit holdin' my sex pistol, deal me in [Verse 5: RZA] The bewilderin' Killa Bee quickly sting ya I ain't gotta lift one fuckin' finger Make sure the God Irief turns on the ringer We duckin' the subpoena Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina [Verse 6: Masta Killa, U-God & ​GZA​] Check the 150 millimeter heater As it blows holes through your fuckin' speaker Makin' you weaker, creepin', inches, centimeters Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin that go to Massapequa [Verse 7: Method Man] Things'll never be the same after this one Ghost Rider spit flame, lay back and twist one Recognize the Gods came for one accord One mind and one common cause, that's the shit, son Play them crows out position You might hear me but you don't listen Competition come and get some on Red marker still bleedin' through the paper Of his sick premeditated murder caper [Verse 8: StreetLife] I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch Watch Street eat 'em up, Cold Crush bum rush Spot rushers get touched, bagged up, handcuffed Y'all niggas can't fuck with us! (Fuck with us!) (Ahhh!! Ahhhhh!) [Verse 9: Ghostface Killah] Pass me the Black Velvet, embassy suite, killin' me Spell it, Maxi Priest caught me in a daze up on Delancey Street Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar It's like the dreads worshipin' Jah, so Aloha Pineapple crush, 850 swerve it with a rush Plush the Canola Range spittin' off the roof, holdin' my change Yo, it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind It's like stalkin' through your airport with a chunky .9 [Verse 10: StreetLife] The underboss Staten New York Bloodsport gun talk holdin' fort back, take 'em to court (One time) It's the burner Shaolin bound, face down, you gets murdered Roadblock, shell shocked, stretched on a back block Yo, it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through mid-air Landin' thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest Keeps the iron where the head rest, for the conquest subway Wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays Matched up in a staircase in a dark place embraced By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape These crime situations, I stay in man formation If shot echoes through the ghetto locations I remain P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam Bigelow Throw a flow like Nomo, relate like Fidel Castro I be the great all pro, hangin' MC's by they logos My street journal reacts and blaze like an infernoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pearl Harbor[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me [Verse 1: Sean Price] Yo, you ever been face-fucked with a four-fifth? Sweating, facial expression is stressing like ‘oh shit’ That’s the shit that I don’t like Non-rappin’ rappers in the booth and they don’t write Fuckin’ stupid ass rappers Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers P! What it do, nigga? I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas I don’t weirdo with queer clothes I share flows, when it enter your earhole Shit, it’s a thing of pure beauty Everything that’s spittin’ is written by yours truly Nigga, when Sean write hard Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars Pa, I’m the greatest of all-time How should we forget the latest with Alzheim’s? [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me [Verse 2: Method Man] Since, birth, I’ve been a fast learner, ask my earth That’s my mama, kept a burner in her purse This murder in the first Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That’s the curse I put everythang on it, that’s ‘The works’ I’m in it for the perks ‘Cause it’s not about the image, it’s the thirst And how they kill your image with a verse A hater get it worse I’m telling every member of your church They gon’ have to put your image on a shirt ‘Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin’ That’s everybody, I mean anybody I might leave somebody bleedin’ Or watch me catch a homi', even hit you in the lobby Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin’ Don’t try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army Dirty money in the laundry, don’t ask why, I got my reasons I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin’ [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me [Verse 3: RZA] Pass any test of litmus, workout at 24-Hour Fitness On the weekend, I’m sipping Belvedere with that citrus My dogs is vicious, exotic nympho broad for my mistress Life is good, live every day like it is Christmas Happy New Year—I do what the fuck I wanna do here, nigga Splash the handcrafted Gucci from the shirt to the shoe wear I crush the rings out, wife-beater tee with no wings out I got stamina, I’ll long-dick a bird ‘til she sings out La-la-la-la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga Back to heterosexual, I’m classic like Impala Plus, I’m federal, when it comes to making dollars Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me, fuckin’ holla Power rings like the Green Lantern, last seen in a mean Phantom In the valley of Ohio, outside the town of Canton Or the grotty body projects in the Killa Hills of Staten Saw a redbone in my shower just looking like Paula Patton [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology Shoot your old lady in her privacy A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me Form better niggas, club night, no sparklesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sunshower[RZA] Yo... this song is... Aiyyo Dunn this song is called Sunshower Cause we approachin the final hour You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right now Is stay close to your families, and all your loved ones Cause this globe is about to explode with hatred They killin for pennies, knahmsayin? Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision Of the prism of light but still blind Because you lack the inner, every sinner Will end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out You cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, internal external Along with your wicked fraternal from generals to colonels Releasin thermonuclear heat that burns you firmly And permanently upon this journey Through the journal of the book of life Those who took a life without justice Will become just ice ice ice It's been taught that your worst enemy couldn't harm you As much as your own wicked thoughts What devils fought we wrought, and let's annoint Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend of sandal With rose petals and jasmine, as men use talismans Burn some incense, chantin witchcraft to reach high dimensions I'm convinced, Allah is God always has been always will be You could travel every square inch of the planet Earth and still be Ninety-three million miles away from the sun Til you realize you and the sun is one, like the knowledge Know the ledge to where your heart is Or fall off into the internal hell that's uncharted Light travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per second Through time and space, until it reach a target And once we're freed of darkness, and show em where the path From which the Red Sea was parted, into these straight At the narrow gate, but wide is the road to destruction and hate What you thought life was a sport? A game? One hundred years short, know the soul is immortal Walk through many portals, and those who go astray Will pay a judgment day, and these few years of wicked bullshit Ain't worth the eternity inside a sulfur lake With dragons and snakes, and any pain you can imaginate Instead, I chose to become a newlywed to the true bread Of life and fed God Degree of light to my head It's been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake And take care of my brother, and uncover reveal the skin So we can see each other, cause every color That makes the light appear duller, who's the colored man? Who's the original, who's the biochemical Who's the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Two hundred thousand million atmosphere cubic feet of air we breath While niggas minds are trapped twenty thousand fathoms beneath The sea of reality, they can't inhale deep, devils have em Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum And shatter bone fragments Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet Thrown into a six by eight steel cabinet Liftin weights readin ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it Those who haven't learnt get returned You freaky ass niggas get burned Some walk around like they ain't concerned With the hell goin on inside the world Why do grown men molest little girls? Is it because the girl's breast has swelled To the size of a woman, although she's twelve The whole world is sick, sick, sick Trapped up in six, six, six I started off as a pawn in this marathon of life Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon A vagabond, tryin to steal sportswear from Paragon Goin in circles, like a ferris wheel Undernourished meals I cherish hope, drown inside the sea of life Use my third eye for a periscope, and take flight to the edge of night To far heights so dark that even wit a bright light You couldn't see a spark of light While others play ball, I recall, me and GZA, Dirty Hangin in halls, bangin on walls Kickin rhymes three hours straight with no pause Boostin from Freeport sunrise to Amityville morgue Kept razorblade between the jaws, breakin all laws Started out writin fables to makin beats on lunchroom tables To wearin long cables that hung down to the navel So pack some crack and fat sacks of skunk To funnel the P-Funk, smokin woolie blunts Dust cocktails and primos, shot more dice than casinos Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.I. MC's All and Together Now Crew B.C.C REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D Ol' Dirty stalked East New York, GZA maintained Franklin Lane I was going to Thomas the Jeff, where students got slain Old Earth got nervous walked me to Shaolin sent me to Curtis Took share time in Marquis, U-God general contractin service While Meth Chef and Deck was off the New Dorp For white boys who took steroids Buildin up bicep tricep pectoids and deltoids Back when our girlfriends was virgins Cuttin class with Ghost tryin to bag hoes in Murry Bergtraum A Maybeldine beacon night school Washington Irving These young Gods was seekin Hoes in Westinghouse and Clara Barton and Medina Girls who sung like Sarafina On the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I seen her As if I dreamed her I was dead broke, now I will use key notes to make G-notes So it's always hope See subway train run through the city like blood through the veins To the heart of Medina, but Shaolin is the brain So take heed to these words And feel the power of the Sunshower Approachin the final hour Power equality, Allah Cees everything Let's come together under the wings And take flight, Wu-Tang, the saga, Rzarecta In your sectorEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Frozen* sound of bomb dropping * [Verse 1: Method Man] Music is life I ain't in to fashion or ice I ain't into chain snatchin', ain't into smackin' a wife Fan supportin' don't never ask him the price If you new you can't afford it, you better askin' advice Stick to the point if I ever had me a knife Y'all gas better hope I don't ever have me a light Meth, not the type you do in a pipe But the type when you feel it you know I'm doing it right You know I spit it but hate to love to admit it They criticizing the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, look I push the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise hook Yah, still talk about it and I still live it Underground without a shovel and still diggin' It's always been about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it My hood trouble, if y'al don't live here then don't visit [Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger [Bridge] And do you know the penalty for that? What penalty? The penalty is death and there is no alternative [Verse 2: Killah Priest] Color me bad Face emerge, blood in the bath Switchblade, quick raid, drugs on the glass Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the killin' Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the millions Shoot-outs, hang glides on the train ride Mafia's assassins, cocaine's inside Fat man with the pinky ring laughin' Movin' the static through traffic The hoss, boss called The Dragon His head's bald, enemies are mauled His hands are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit His broad is fit with the largest tits Through the fog, they sit Helicopters over Nicaragua Scuba divers dig for lobster The zoo are tigers, pits, and jaguars The bets, NASCAR Threats, Nasaw Fools wear wires, shooters was hired [Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger [Verse 3: Chris Rivers] Like a Shaolin astoundin', pound grounds like mountains Bouncin', be the largest nigga, pounds and ounces Well-rounded like cursive, my verses birth inertia Converge and surge, hurt and burn ya Philosophical, spit prodigal, son quantical Known to bust a clip and swift kick right at your opticals In a hot pursuit, I split particles, follicles rift Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes cleaner than sanitize You fantasize, real, couldn't show it more if I pantomime Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp bitch MCs Earn mine, wouldn't even give you niggas my sympathies Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas feelin' heat Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawk's enemies Marvel, marvelous, my art is bliss If you ain't the nicest, you a target, bitch Chris [Interlude: Mathematics & Method Man] We the first niggas that did that. I don't give a fuck what nobody say Alright bring it back a little bit [Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger [Outro] Are you kidding? I don't necce? it's brutal. You deserve to be punished Well, I'd like to see you try that You think this is going to work out? It isn't going to be quite so easy. He who kills will be killed. Those who kill will have to be killed Wh-what now?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The M.G.M.[Verse: Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Both] Yo, up in the M.G.M. coked up, psych! Six niggas walked in flashing they gems piece Aight, one dark-skinned nigga, fifty-six inch rope Wrapped around twice, smash the Gilligan boat with ice They threw sign language, ordered hot coffee wit' a danish Relax, whispered they, "Rap entertainers" Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good, kid Laid back, handling hors d'ourves It's like round three, we too black for BET You memorize the 1 to 40? I'm at the 19th degree If a civilized person doesn't perform his duty, what shall be done? Pardon me, God, that nigga got a gun bulging out his sweatpants Check out his stance See the side of his grill? Look like my cousin Lance Left hand, rocky Guess watch, yo, I think I did his Clarks He wanted crush bone leather with the strings dark Now I remember, he from Bear Mountain He and Mitch Greene shot the fair one near the water fountain Seventh round, Chavez bleeding from his right ear Yo, keep your eye on that same nigga from right here Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit' no socks on Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the phat fur on Working them hoes with the fly Wu shirts on Mixed drink session, dun, pour me some more Chef leathered down, blinking at Chanté Moore Tenth round, Chavez tearing 'em down Sweet Pea, get ya shit off It's like blacks against the Germans, getting hit off Smooth and them walked in, Brownsville representing They sent a bottle over, autograph blessing Chef, pull out the doo-doo, twist the dank - pink noodles Yo, about to roll one, matter fact, twist two of those Yo, they wound up stopping the fight Steels took a point away from Chavez Rematch scheduled on October 9th Rematch scheduled on October 9thEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Little Ghetto Boys[Intro] [Raekwon] Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within [RZA] Word up, niggas is stupid [Cappa] Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops [Raekwon] Yo it was on last year Son [RZA] Huh? Fuck Them cops [Ghost] Word [Raekwon] Scrape them Niggas [Raekwon] Niggas want two hundred grand over the table [Ghost] Like this [Raekwon] That shit looks pretty [RZA] Yo [Ghost] I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind [Raekwon] Pass the weed off man *inhale* [Ghost] think they could come f--, they could fuck wit this Dunn [RZA] Yo G, the Mexican niggas is definitely buggin the fuck {*cop's walkie talkie is heard*} [Raekwon] Mike's was crystal, erythang [RZA] other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigga {*cop's walkie talkie still babbling*} [Method] Aiyyo you got a light? [Police Woman] Excuse me can you put that out please? [Method] Oh shit [Raekwon] For what? For what? [Method] Jiggy [Police Woman] Could you please put that out? [Raekwon] For what? I ain't puttin.. [Police Woman] Put the shit out now! [Raekwon] I ain't puttin shit out!! [Police Woman] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL! {*everything gets chaotic*} [Police Woman] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!! [RZA] The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch! [Raekwon] Slap fire out! [Police Woman] Oh no no no no no no no [Raekwon] Get your shit right [Police Woman] Get what? [Raekwon] We gonna swerve on these niggas one time that's my word {*music fades in*} "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility" [Raekwon] That's comin from Louis Rich [Raekwon] Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo [Verse 1: Raekwon] Put them cracks down you just started slanging two months ago What up with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go Why you standing there? Posing you like Donna Karan wear Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year You be running with them outsiders That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo You think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga said Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter It got back to me some niggas in Medina askin me "You know some niggas in the gold E-Class," splash to me Yo that shit you had in Vegas Yo, it could have got us both sprayed up They seen the Ac, noticed Jada Hair salon, treating shorty like Quran Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on Octavia with all the ice on, yo She own a car wash now, her little Keon doing triple life Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been For a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her Shit is fucked up when they got us yo She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown (face responsibility) She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown [Hook:] Little ghetto boy, playing in the ghetto street [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Yo all of y'all niggas got the whole story wrong Talk what you talk but twist the real song When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver Show y'all niggas whose style is more liver This is not a act this is more actual fact Nothing but experience placed upon track With the true sound, not lying out the crown When we not working we hardly be around Yeah see the light, right now we could fight You not a real brother you just a fake type That get on the mic then throw your cliché Half the East coast sounding just like Rae If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow If you not a part of this kid act like you know Fuck the studio, Cappaccino the great Fly cherry head niggas like planes out of state I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you If you want some then stop fronting is the issue It's my turn, live niggas could pass Two-faced rappers push they shit last Straight off the edge into the rubbish Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published [Outro] What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility? Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets What you gonna do when you grow up...(1336448) What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility? Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility? [Sample] One is invulnerable, in fact It involves strenuous breath control Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points Thirty-six of these can be fatal The remainder, paralyzingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Six Directions of Boxing[Verse 1: U-God] When I'm locked down I use Timbs as my shower slippers I'm in the background mingling with the powder flippers In the basement, hard-body power lifters I crush sour in the sifter, see how I lift her Universal God I stay scientific The kid with the Golden Arms, Iron Fisted Stay Asiatic, so cinematic Noise in the attic, bang out with them automatics It's hood politics that bring the hunger back I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack Check the catalog put out a hundred packs Watch for drug sniffing dogs they coming from the back I'm straight thunder clap the funky drummer's back It's pure Dopium, give em a heart attack I stay stacking plaques like ancient artifacts Joe Namath in the game I'm the quarterback [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Eight balls of coke, blunt to the greenery Pounds in the trunk get you a concrete scenery Handmade ox'll get you dumped in the mess hall Snitch niggas run to C.O.s to confess all This is street knowledge, knowledge I school college Like a speech from the GZA, sharp like the RZA Don't run with a scissor, nigga the truth is the Truth, now I'mma drop a few jewels in the booth Used to boot crack, stuff em inside a tennis ball And throw it when they rushing the block, trust no cops Driving around with two mitts in my socks Cooked coke gon' get you in more trouble than money Don't crawl through dust juice the pigs is hungry You think they ain't watching They watching while you uptown copping Back home while you're cooking and chopping They scheming on the block waiting to get it popping [Verse 3: GZA] He had a sword and an axe with cuts Under a road that was woven from silver and gold, waxed it up His army was so great in quantity His crops and livestock boost the economy Many would travel by boat to see him His image adorned most schools and coliseums A merchant, hustle those silk and velvets Portrait illuminated when the torch was well-lit Picture so beautifully painted that One thought it would breathe or move Cause it would leave a mood or energy You see his wife practiced Yoga Made herbal enhancers that had saved the soldiers Guard the treasures in the chambers, halls and vaults Well-prepared for all assaults, heavy guarded village Armed with the sharpest weapons designed to pierce And cause blood spillage [Verse 4: Masta Killa] From a young teen, a murder team, inspired by crime See Allah Just granted permission for my position Sit down, write rhymes, escaping this repetitive cycle Slinging dimes, losing time, doing hard time Teaching y'all mathematically, come see The epitomy of what you wanna be - emcee My semi-auto gun mandatory at the sound clash The mic touched, dance mashed up, pounds of the best Green glass bottles of don, I sip the liquor slow Flow so devastating when I go solo Even when I'm dolo, pretty gun I'm holding Head swollen off the solid gold soul Iron Mic pole beat your face like you stole something, trust me Living life royalty, all wise and healthy Welcome to the best of me, from knowledge to infinity Never stopping my projectory, I'm galactic [Verse 5: Cappadonna] Yo, peace to all of the gods and all of the earths We been building like this ever since the first day of birth The more I start to build, the better I feel Keep ignorant niggas from me, use dummies for shield You're not Godbody son, you're just garbage and real snotty Cherry head gaylord still stuck in the lobby This the first Now Born, son I'm blessed with mad lessons Conquered crazy devils, my mind is a weapon You can't fast with me and avoid the swine You degenerate emcee, I'm the best of mankind Allahu Akbar straight jewels and real stars I'm down with the RZA, got help for the Widow's Son Pop off on you, you ain't nothing to me - DUN DUN Original Tyzeem, Holy water, Visine Designated wordplay, God respect my deen Shine on little stars and respect the Queen [Verse 6: Inspectah Deck] New York Giant, call me Deck Umenyiora Fresh with the water connect, two and a quarter Deal with the dealer, don't trust the transporter My job is done once I get it to the border Perico, coke game is kilos of cocaine Hypodermic needle to the groove, I dose veins Overdoser, you know the product is raw right Lines take you there like I wrote it with off-white Got him bent up, hands looking like a tin cup Sorry no consignment, get your ends up Move from the gate now, he on his way straight to Jake now I'm on the hush with my weight loud Got the shakes now, how they want it bad Five or six heads chipping in for a bag I got the works like a burger deluxe Get your fix while I'm serving it up, word to usEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rivers of Blood[Produced by Frank Dukes and BADBADNOTGOOD] [Intro: RZA] The Chinese have a saying: "Dangerous men will meet in narrow streets." And so it was. War raged between the clans, and that meant pressure on me to make more weapons. And as word of the gold shipment spread, strangers suddenly appeared in jungle village [Verse 1: Raekwon] [Ay yo, ay yo] Machete still stainless The archbishop run from the narcs A crisp biscuit plus play the harp, wrist glisten Goon captain, catch me in Africa black down with 4 5 Somalians Black Tims, rubber suit Wonder Woman bangle a blue coupe I'm usually upon the roof countin' mad loot Root beer reefer, teeth frame, doin' my 1, 2 Smokin' with a plain Jane trooper Excellent with rifles, out in Japan In a flight goose switchblade that poke out the Nike boots Thrusted on a bullet train with chains on, gettin' my train on Thunder money, make bread, brainstorm All this is made for the Forbes list Broads get pissed, say "Yo he fucked me out his drawers he dissed me" All this is calculated, the Batman with a black hand Mafia money, killas who rock Timbs [Hook: U-God] Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques Blacksmith, with the iron fist X2 [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Rigor mortis, I watch the body rot to the bone structure Scrape out your brain, watch your eyeballs rupture Black magic, leave your fuckin' skull in a soup pot Makaveli, Vamoose like 2pac Suicidal tendencies, down the white Hennessy Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace b Chokin' niggas out for no reason, it's duck season I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger You'se a baby piranha surrounded by barracudas Seven thirty, I'm more like 6 o' clock Straight up and down beatin' up niggas till there's blood in they socks Ox em, duff em', stuff 'em in black bags Without gettin' no blood on my fresh rags Ruthless, heart of a stone, grown with no emotions I piss out brewhas, poisonous potion [Hook] [Verse 3: Kool G. Rap] Yeah, it's the three deadly venoms with weapons in the denims Some shit that'll shake windows and break lay tenants Come left field, aim crooked and straight blaze in em Have you niggas with straight-legs with a fake leg in em Wolf in sheep's clothing, eyes scoping a tender lamb Spin you bitches like a ballroom dinner dance G-Mode dress code got suspender clamps Russian roulette, money bet, go and spend your chance You little fleas get killa bees and army ants EMS cut up your jeans like zombie pants Hollow chrome to your collarbone Ping against your dome piece and sound like the first key on a xylophone Grown men discussing death and the malice tone See how quick the smiley faces turn solid stone Ghostface, Rae and G be the wildest known We straight street, we keep seat in the palace throne [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rules[Intro: RZA, samples, Method Man] All you, hoes, be cryin' for these bitches All you, niggas, be cryin' for these hoes "Both hands clusty" "Pullin' out gats" "Double-barrel" "Blew off the burner, kinda dusty" "We pack chrome TEC's" "Bring it to 'em proper, partner" "Comin' from the 36th Chamber" ("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!") "Math lets– lets the plate S– Spin" "Many– many brothers I be sparkin'" "Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you ("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!") [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Who the fuck knocked our buildings down? Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now Where the four planes at, huh, is you insane, bitch? Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits No disrespect, that's where I rest my head I understand you gotta rest yours true nigga, my people's dead America, together we stand, divided we fall Mr. Bush, sit down, I'm in charge of the war [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yes, yes, y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin' ball Role call where my niggas that's one for all? And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk Then smoke a ounce as we count mills Providin' you pure ecstasy without pills [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools, man How the fuck did we get so cool, man? Never ever disrespect my crew If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real We live from Baleelz, it's the god, I-Reelz Yo wonderful, spark the blill; let me build With the people for the mills; I'm rollin with the Rebel I-ill From Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous Twenty-five to lifers, true and living snipers You wait like "Sixth Sense" till hard to kill [Verse 4: Streetlife] How you livin', Streetlife? I'm surrounded by criminals Serial killers tote guns without the serial High tech street intellect, all digital Project original, sheisty individual New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools, man How the fuck did we get so cool, man? Never ever disrespect my crew If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you, nigga [Verse 5: Raekwon] Hey yo, hey yo Sendin' letters to trial, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom At home it's worth money; higher dons Order drinks, all real niggas order your minks, yo We got the fitteds on lookin' all faint, daddy Everybody get money from now on; payday Flash Visas, livin' like Easter e'ryday Now it's, fuck Benz, rather a four-thirty That shit that float through water Eyeball come up, drop birdies, yo [Verse 6: Method Man, samples] We can eat right, or we can clap these toys I'm with Streetlife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy Who y'all kiddin', tryna act like my shoe fittin' Confused with ya head up your ass like, who's shittin'? It's Hot Nixon, same team same position Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin' Y'all still bitchin', still lame and still chicken I'm still here, one leg missin' and still kickin' (Cause I'm haaard) Hard like a criminal Love like a tennis shoe, throw slugs to finish you It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck "Comin' from the 36th Chamber" "Bring it to 'em proper, partner" ("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!") It's Wu-Tang, rushin' your gang, crushin' the game Pretty thugs clutchin' they chain, handcuffin' they dame Who get strange, gassed up playin' with flame Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is… [Chorus: Method Man] Ya'll know the rules, we don't fuck with fools, man How the fuck did we get so cool, man? Never ever disrespect my crew If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you, nigga [Outro: Streetlife & samples] I wish a nigga will "Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!" "Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Let My Niggas Live[Intro: Skit] Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets Mindin my own business... and BAM!! I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR That it was a mistake I accept that as a part of my destiny! Sí, es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha [Intro: Raekwon] What up kid? That's right, that's right Yo Aiyyo, aiyyo [Hook: Raekwon] Ayo let my niggas live We show and prove get paper Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo Let my niggas live We real niggas that's God-body Challenge anything, make major moves Let my niggas live We giants, live off the land lions Post with iron, no pryin rules Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live Handle your bid and kill no kids [Verse 1: Raekwon] Millionaire feat, whole family eat Yo, y'all niggas is weak, got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak That's that fire move like Schwinns yo Invisible pens that write light, leave blends Hit with the JF Kennedy shot Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got, bolt off, but got clocked Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up Design your alphabet, reps get graded We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length Home of Allah's ten big rooms So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head [Hook: Raekwon] Ayo let my niggas live We show and prove get paper Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo Let my niggas live We real niggas that's God-body Challenge anything, make major moves Let my niggas live We giants, live off the land lions Post with iron, no pryin rules Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live Handle your bid and kill no kids [Verse 2: Nas] I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?" Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me I'm God's son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey Rastafari irie, Haile Selassie Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile There's no pots to piss in, Glocks is spittin Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops lookin bird shit Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine It drove lots of men to die with no name I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus I'm the animal that Hugh Hefner created The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas, nigga [Hook: Raekwon] Ayo let my niggas live We show and prove get paper Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo Let my niggas live We real niggas that's God-body Challenge anything, make major moves Let my niggas live We giants, live off the land lions Post with iron, no pryin rules Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live Handle your bid and kill no kids [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec Block vets, pop barettas, Glocks and tecs You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor Semi-autos roar in the building hall Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times So I live by the sword and obey hood laws Make my team click like high heels on wood floors [Hook: Raekwon] Ayo let my niggas live We show and prove get paper Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo Let my niggas live We real niggas that's God-body Challenge anything, make major moves Let my niggas live We giants, live off the land lions Post with iron, no pryin rules Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live Handle your bid and kill no kidsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The City[Unknown conversation which carries over from the last track] That's black? Whattup God? Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word? {​*blam, blam blam*}​ Oh shit!!! Yo! Hold the fuck up [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough) Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty) Yo, bring backup (ci-ty) Fuckin with me, and mine Murderous, check it, yo [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure By every measure lethally inject your whole sector Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times [Hook: Inspectah Deck] We living just enough (living just enough) Just enough for the city (for the city) Just enough for the city [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me We stay hungry for money drugs and guns Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs Know the science be my guidance The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence And break the project silence, a vision This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison Before we're all goners, now embrace the world Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror Military chopper come gun down the slum The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come Mentally aware I see truth within the square The future's here catch me on computer software Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official Issue .38 specials, that step through Like Nat Turner create a spectacle I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils [Hook: Inspectah Deck] We livin just enough Just enough Just enough For the ci-ty [Outro: Inspectah Deck] Killa Beez, stinging MCs Yeahhh, WuEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Conclusion[Inspectah Deck] Yo butter butter [Method Man] Protect Ya Neck baby [Ghostface Killah] Respect due pa [Inspectah Deck] Peace [Ghostface Killah] Peace [Inspectah Deck] Word up Wu-Tang in the house though [Interviewer] I guess alot of people in ya I guess they can feel the realness you They could feel the vibe And I think hip hop, that's what I be tellin a lot of people A lot of record promoters and a lot of artists I mean it's like, it's music that you gotta touch and feel You know what I'm sayin' And I think that comes across well in the video I haven't seen you live yet, I'm waitin for the chance But I'm pretty sure that's probably what's it like You know you probably really get into it I guess I hear it in your voices when you sayin the rhymes Um, what ya say ya style is? [Kung Fu sample] It's a secret! Never teach the Wu-Tang [Sounds of fighting] [Outro: RZA] You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neckEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) [Artwork]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Only One[Chorus: Steven Latorre] Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one The only one, the only one, the only one ‘Cause baby you’re the one Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one Baby you’re the one [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Floor seats row five at the Barclays My girl's physical she wanna see Beyoncé Lipstick from hugging me close, it's on the collar Tomorrow night dear, we gonna crash the Oscars Shout-out to my L.A. jeweler for the chandelier 'round her neck Yeah, my baby's the best Her credit line is like RZA and 'Vines combined She can ride off the lot at the drop of a dime Rozay minks, matching Diors I cop that shit overseas on tours No makeup, when she wake up Sweatpants and the fat ass Boxed braids, watch where she laced up She be in the kitchen like Patti LaBelle With a bunch of jokes all day like Dave Chappelle A checkbook queen who had a manager well In the bedroom, she be doin' it and doin' it well [Chorus: Steven Latorre] Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one The only one, the only one, the only one ‘Cause baby you’re the one Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one Baby you’re the one [Verse 2: RZA] Look me in my eye and lie to me again Tell me I'm your only lover, your best friend Tell me that this moment we have would never end Look me in my eye and lie to me again She had a couch in the library And a bed that led to a cemetery Yeah, shorty had money to call an Audi I was hard as a brick as she iPhone record me Put on iCloud, let TMZ report me Oh, what a girl, what a world she bought me When our lips touch, she likes it rough Bustin' like a rocket to the moon or bust This is past fascination, it's past infatuation This just like she was my soul aspiration She's the type who likes sex over masturbation And tonight, I'm gearing up full ejaculation Like... [Chorus: Steven Latorre] Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one The only one, the only one, the only one ‘Cause baby you’re the one Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one Baby you’re the one [Verse 3: Cappadonna] You're like the early-in-the-morning spring flower that blossomed To a rich, delicate, high-pitched colorful skin tone Acrylic—let me gorilla it You think I'm feeling shit But if you just shit and listen to the way that I spit Stimulated off the way that you switch Illustrious wisdom Queen of the Seven Seas Why you makin' me appear to be mean? I speak from the root of our self-esteem Let me embrace that Holding you captive, you're so attractive So let me taste that And beat it up real good until you say cat You're not a hood rat You're from a good batch Your intellect reflects light that make the people unite You got flavor like Michelle Barack You're high maintenance And your shell is black you speak languages [Chorus: Steven Latorre] Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one The only one, the only one, the only one ‘Cause baby you’re the one Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one Baby you’re the oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wu-Tang Forever Intro[Interlude: RZA (GZA)] Yo, yo one two one two, yo live in effect We got the king Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah Commonly known to y'all as the RZA Yo before we go into side two or side B of this double CD Knahmsayin I want to give y'all a little announcement man For the last year there's been a lot of music comin out The shit been weak, knowhatI'msayin? A lot of niggas trying to take hip-hop And make that shit R&B, rap and bullshit yaknowhatI'msayin? Or make that shit funk Fuck that, this is MCin right here, this is hip-hop Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang gonna bring it to you in the purest form I got the GZA on my side, Killah Priest Sunz of Man, Royal Fam, Killarmy, Gravediggaz, 12 O'Clock Yo, we want to let y'all niggas know somethin man To my people all across the world; Japan, Europe -- knowhatI'msayin? Canada, knowmean -- Austria, Germany, Sweden Yo, this is true hip-hop you listenin to right here In the pure form, this ain't no R&B with a wack nigga takin the loop Be loopin that shit thinkin it's gonna be the sound of the culture YaknowhatI'msayin? (That player bullshit) YaknowhatI'msayin? All that player dressin up On this shit, actin like this some kind of fashion show man YaknowhatI'msayin? This is hip-hop right here YaknowhatI'msayin? This is lyrics, MCin And yo, to y'all niggas who think you going to become an MC overnight YaknowhatI'msayin? Better snap out that fuckin dream Man it takes years for this you Cat in the Hat ass rappers You Dr. Seuss, Mother Goose, simple minded (Stop runnin up on niggas with all that wack shit) Word up man (talking bout "you MC") You ain't no MC; niggas ain't made for this yaknowhatI'msayin? This shit was Only Built 4 Cuban Linx -- we told y'all niggas back then And then everybody wanted to change their motherfuckin name YaknowhatI'msayin? We come out with a style Now everybody wanna imitate our style and all you producers out there YaknowhatI'msayin? It's all good to show love to a nigga But stop bitin my shit, yaknowhatI'msayin? Come from your own heart with this shit And all y'all MC's, stop biting from my niggas We told ya'll niggas on the fucking Cuban Linx album Don't bite our shit, y'all niggas keep biting Yo, I'm going to tell y'all something man It's time for the Wu revolution right here To all my niggas across the world Raise your motherfucking fist in the air And get ready for the Triumph Cause the Gods is here to take over this shit Word up, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ron O’Neal[Verse 1: Method Man] Coach, put me in the game I'm for real, for them peoples tryna to put me in them chains Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame We can even load it and cock it and put it in they brains I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the same I don't slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range But I ain't tryna shoot it with you rappers I'll just shoot it at your dame Y'all never should have threw me in the game Found a new word for weed, that was so mean I threw it in my name [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] My song banging loud on the block like arms spraying The law hating, warring like Blacks and Caucasians God versus Satan, I'm laying in the dark With the Mossberg waiting, letting off first basing Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub Deuce high when he cruise by, spotting his love Hold the mic like a .38 muzzle to snub This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove Above rap, capital Gs speak on the facts Please believe that, meaning that I keep it a stack He's back, he a beast on the track The only time that I go soft is probably with your freak in the sack Feel the bass make sure he shake, murder verse, first forty-eight Manslaughter, nearly caught a case I crack heads more than base Stack bread when I orchestrate, that said y'all the bass [Hook: Nathaniel] No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar So we can have a better tomorrow Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard For a better tomorrow [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] I seen niggas sniff coke through a crazy straw Come out they shirts sweating bullets with the Bobby Brown jaw Dry mouth, grinding back and forth plus he's steaming a Newport We all holding the torch Few staircase murders, some burners don't blam right Guns that kicked around the wall you better stand tight Full of X, AKs, whiling in lobbys, bulletproof PJs Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ CSI traumatized by viewing the instant replay SpongeBob niggas get scars nigga I'm off style in any section of the hood I'll pull your car nigga [Hook: Nathaniel] No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar So we can have a better tomorrow Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard For a better tomorrow [Bridge: Masta Killa] See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat [Verse 4: RZA] I used to be so narcissistic, park the whip and spark the biscuits Spit hollow tipped shells at the Narcs with quickness Live to tell the tale cause only God's my witness Been a long time, change gonna come son, I'm optimistic I hold the steel like Ron O'Neal Super fly, do or die, Killah Hill, Brownsville Never ran, never will, yes I can, yes I will Put a dot upon your knot then I drill through your grill Like a dentist, my apprentice speaks with a vengeance Demented scientists count bodies inside the trenches That's judges off the benches, got inches for y'all wenches We plant those hot seeds that grow in cold winters [Hook: Nathaniel] No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar So we can have a better tomorrow Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard For a better tomorrow [Bridge: Masta Killa] See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Heart Gently Weeps[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Shh, shh, shh, shh Wu, Wu, Tang, Tang [Hook: Erykah Badu] The joy the flowers bring me The pain still has me sinking All while my heart gently weeps Your smile has got me shrinking The tears in your eyes are twinkling Because the heart gently weeps [Verse 1: Raekwon] Snowy night, fiends basing A raisin in the sun was amazing The joint on the dresser, a gauge went off Jumped up, fish tank, it fell, and they stuck They shot her cousin LaVon, he owed a buck Willie was awful, pulled out the ratchet, let off two Grits fell on his leg, Kiana ripped the cold boo' He violent, an Island nigga with the talent Of six killas who just came home, from straight wildin' Robbin everything in Macy's, Lacy, short haircut With long arms, who fuck niggas, got four babies Yvette jabbed her, slapped her wig off, ran in the crib She did the dumb shit, my nigga done clapped her Lester, smoked Chester sister Vest, I heard it was a mess They ripped the apple out her throat, blessed her Hungry hyenas from Medina, all A-trainers Who got reluct', think fast and blast for Beamers [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo, I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin the cart Headed to aisle four, damn, I got milk on my Clark's That's what I get, not focusin from hittin that bark My mouth dried, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark In the aisle, bustin them paper towels and wipin my Wally's down I stood up to face a barrel, he's holding a shiny pound It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again That bitch is crazy And, uh, she brought her baby She knew I had the murders a smack, it killed her man though Now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat You's a bitch You better kill me You know you booty You pulled your toolie out on me Motherfucker! First thought was to snatch the ratchet Said fuck it and fuckin grabbed it I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin I wrestled him to the ground, tustle, scuffle, constantly kicked him He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin bit him Shots was whizzin, hittin Clorox bottles Customers screamin, then the faggot ran out of hollows I had to show him what it's all about Next thing you read in the paper: "A man who came to kill gets knocked out" [Interlude: Erykah Badu & Method Man] I don't know why nobody told you Man's not supposed to cry Though we're just babies, and it's so crazy How tears of joy bring so much life Yo, ayo, yo, yo [Verse 3: Method Man] You on your way to the store? Nigga grab me a Dutch I'm mad as fuck, my dude My count was short when I was baggin it up Now I need liquor, nigga pass me a cup What's up with Officer Brown? The other day, he tried to shackle me up He killed Kase, and now, he hassling us This motherfucker got balls Even the gall to try and patting me up Time to re-up, let these niggas know we back on the block With three hundred off a G-pack, crack in the spot [Interlude: Erykah Badu] I don't know why nobody told you A man's not supposed to cry Though we're just babies, and it's so crazy How tears of joy bring so much life [Hook: Erykah Badu] The joy the flowers bring me The pain still has me sinking All while my heart gently weeps Your smile has got me shrinking The tears in your eyes are twinkling Because the heart gently weeps [Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life Changes[Intro: Method Man] + (Raekwon) (Yeah, yeah) Ayo, how much more for a fifth of Vodka? (Peace beloved) (Six bottles of Henny, six bottles of Henn) Word, word, let me get that Herb, yeah, yeah (bring that bucket here) Yeah (get some ice, man, two more bottles of Cru', man, word up) [Hook: Freda Payne sample] I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending [Method Man] Peace to the God (peace, God); pour out a little liquor "Shame on a Nigga," I heard the reaper done came to get ya So I done copped a fifth of Vodka and in your honor I've grown this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas Some say it's bad karma, what you do, man, it come back on ya Music got us up off them crack corners Now I'mma swallow this whole bottle for Ol' Dirty Damn, it hurts me; I hate it when brothers go early [Hook: Freda Payne sample] I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending [Raekwon] Word to my son, he gon' remember you, rubbing on a statue In his lab, that resemble you, and what it meant to Wu Us forming like a family, you just blew You was the chess piece on the board that made us look true Watching your pen swish, you loved frying kingfish You the pearl in the ocean, I'm up on the land, pissed Now you moving more prestigious, me, hitting this reefer I know it's real, guess I slept with the Black Jesus [Hook: Freda Payne sample] I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending [GZA] I became weak when I heard that his body expired It was hard for me to believe my brother retired Suddenly, the clock stopped and the room started spinning How can he walk off the field during the first inning? I cried like a baby on the way to his place of death Hate not being there the minutes before he left Now I'm in the booth, ten feet from where he lay dead I think about him on this song and what he might've said [Hook: Freda Payne sample] I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending [Masta Killa] When I first heard the word, I needed air to clear my head I know you didn't say what I thought you said, my brother's dead You crazy, another Dirty prank to get the family cranked Y'all niggas shouldn't play like that I know how you feel, Lord, but it's real, and I still can't believe And my heart still grieves the loss, there's no pretending Ason Unique loved wine and fine women We singing on tour, "ooh baby, we like it raw" [Hook: Freda Payne sample] I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending [Interlude: Inspectah Deck - over hook] Can't pretend... Some day it gotta come to an end But I'mma keep you right here dog, real close to my heart Yeah... [Inspectah Deck] I popped a bottle on your born day, God Tried hard not to cry, I still can't hide the scar And I still ask "why?" to God, analyzing your form As I stood there beside your mom And I share the blame, cuz you was calling for help, kid Should've, would've, could've, had the time, I was selfish I carry on your struggle, each day, it really hurts me I really miss you, Russell, hope you forgive me, Dirty [Hook: Freda Payne sample] I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending [U-God] Yo, these walls I wanna crash, and put my fists through Shout out to Dirty, let the whole world miss you Reach out and kiss you in your coffin, my heart races I dropped tears and watch my nigga fall from greatness It's all wasted, flushed down the drain and Soon as the news hit me, I bust out with pain and Rivers I cried, my brother just died I'mma see you, my nigga, on the other side [Hook: Freda Payne sample] I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending [RZA] Ah, man, how do I say goodbye? It's always the good ones that have to die It's hard to live without you, God, I shouldn't have doubted you When you said that The Passion of Christ was all about you From the God Mobile, to Linden Plaza, to Brownsville Florida to Ohio, to Putnam, to Park Hill You interrupt the Grammy's, said, "Wu for the kids" Took four or five shots when they rushed in the crib Trey-five-seven cracked ya ribs, cops shot ya whip You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid Crashed cars, still came out without a scar They tried to keep ya free spirit trapped in a jar So you'll keep ya mouth shut, and not tell the world Who's who and what's what, and probably go nuts How we treat them hoes? Dirt, how we treat them hoes? We fuck 'em in the butt, Dirt [Hook: Freda Payne sample] I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending [Freda Payne sample] But those mistakes behind me Cast shadows to remind me *gong bangs* *Sifu Shi Yin Ming reciting the Heart Sutra*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hollow Bones[Verse 1: Raekwon] Ayo, ayo, ayo, high potency Thai, smoke a bag of black And feel the vibe, born to be wise, we form on a rise The corner mean five, horns in disguise, throw on your slides Young niggas racist, smokers is basing We seen the eyes laying up, playing the cut, what? Stay in the truck, something told me duck, folded me up My shoulders struck out of luck, fucked the Pradas up Fell in a daze like a Golotta snuff, niggas tried to body me up I'm in the lobby bleeding, niggas in the waiting office probably eating And sprinting and beefing when they heard the shots called the precinct And seen barber nieces beast, some niggas shot Shallah features And shot through his Ellesses, bent the spinal cordless creatures I'm gagging and flagging a cab down Guess who in the Benz wagon, dragging my sound down macking It was Dale Breedy the greedy, conniving-ass snake genie Cop with a bikini who murdered Tosh and Benini I'm feeling wheezy and I'm drained from the cheeba grieving Ain't even looking decent, seeing police niggas reaching [Sample] That splash against my hollow bones That rocks my... [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Fleeing the crime scene speeding Beefing leaving behind cream, not even peeping that I was leaking Won't see the precinct just got a recent case beaten Still jakes are creeping, don't blow your spot, stay the weekend Keep the Ruger peeling who's squealing few knew the dealings Keep the steel concealed in cause we got no time for feelings Eyes on the building guards are on the corners illing Million dollar block villain plotting on a killing Feel like, a superhero talking like a true Deniro They boost his ego found him broke down, reduced to zero Cops fill reports hoping I'll reveal my source, source [Sample] That splash against my hollow bones That rocks my soul [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Outside the check cashing, flashing, dipped in fashion Five cherry-faced faggots tried to cash in They keep laughing – Ghost, you'll get your face bashed in Who gave you these privileges son? Why you maxing? And we... fiending to take those Move slow, I'm hearing how you broke Rob's nose And I heard you keep a banging hammer, golden brass Diamonds embroideries that was stolen that you haven't reported, G Make very little noise, my shit hiccup Don't make this big stick up bigger, me and the boys I thought for a second, then chose rather than froze Had the Gem Star in my hand... yo, what the fuck? Yo, that's when I ripped Timothy, snatched and dipped Jumped right in back of him, had the mini axe tool, faxed him Shots rang off, bing-boggle-de-dum [Sample] [That splash against my hollow bones] [Sample: 3 Evil Masters] The sword it's the best weapon of all Two sharp edges, and a long spine The blade is very thin and it's easily damaged You remember that: the vital thing is the point Pay special attention to it, your life could depend on itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Y’all Been Warned[Intro: Method Man & Masta Killa] Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, hey Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up, one Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh (That's what's up) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up [Verse 1: Method Man] Wu-Tang nigga, crash your crew, laugh at you You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two Hear me roar, Timbaland tree, weed galore MC's with gusto, y'all ain't never seen before El-Producto, pass that, you puff too slow That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow Oh, that's Meth' Man, southpaw, I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the TEC jam Oh, my goodness, trust me, ain't nothing like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs, but ain't nothing like a good bitch Strictly, if I'm goin' down, she comin' with me Whole time screamin', "Oh, my God!", ain't no mystery [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake-ass gone Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon, nigga Uh-oh, I think they're playin' our song Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin', "It's on!" [Verse 2: RZA] Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my… Watch the block get clear when I buck my… Boomerang darts, you can't duck my… No tellin' which Clan, man, you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by; hawk eye Arrows bein' fired from crossbow, I talk fly You can't Etch-A-Sketch, all my rhyme threat Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep Soaked in sex, dope, you eat the cold TEC's Boldflex, W crown, the ice O-X Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies, yo Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly To try to detain the slang that we came to party Plus you didn't peep Irief, kid, you sleep I seen this heap of shit, you in steep [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake-ass gone [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Yo, amidst the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple Broadcastin' live from the pits of the battle Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle You ever hear me losin,' one of y'all fix the panel Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas Who knows drama? Fathers of your whole persona The mad doctor stay locked in the O.R.  In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin' third string players, first day in the game It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come Make the world shake with one continuous drum [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake-ass gone [Verse 4: Raekwon & Masta Killa] Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) Shoot this nigga in his face for his mumblin' (I heard y'all forgot Wu) Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block, too) Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin' at the cops, too) Yo, my wallets stay bulletproof, racin' in coups Yeah, we the realest, ultraviolet leathers on, pealin' this Love lookin' the illest, gorilla things Monster background with a history of pumpin' crack Yap clowns, we all real in here; strap a bomb On a family member, let y'all niggas know we here Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it Real reefer heads'll know the meanin' of hittin' glass I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsus avenge gods Picture me stabbin' you in the yard for R's Kid saw Staten, nine *Bin Ladens* Valours on, colourful drawers, lookin' all relaxed in [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake-ass gone Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon, nigga Uh-oh, I think they're playin' our song Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin', "It's on!" [Outro: sample] I not begging for my own life. Just let my child be born, then I don't mind dying Ha, that's great kill her and his child. Ta Chi, go aheadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Conditioner[Part I] [Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Snoop Dogg] Yeah Huh, huh Yeah Fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that... Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherfuckin bullets for niggas and shit Knowhatimsayin? I feel you my nigga Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that I'm diggin it Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up Knowhatimsayin? Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin? Tired of takin motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that I'm diggin it Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up Knowhatimsayin ? [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur [Interlude: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, yeah Wu-Tang Clan Big Snoop D O double G Somethin for the 2000 [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater Be the elevator, pussy eater Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em Old Dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated For 29 years, no educated High caded, cuz you kept it checkmated What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what All you niggas I'm puttin you in your place [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur [Verse 2: Snoop] Mr. No-Meaner, pussy ho-beater I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin with my vita Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em This negro right here pimps hoes I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose It just so happens I'm the nigga that she chose I flows above the rest, mos' def' Got you shakin yo' ass, and you throwin up yo' set Whatever you do, you keepin it true Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew Oooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckers It's a dog day afternoon The Clan go bang, and the bang go boom How you love it, how you like it, and how you get it Do that damn thing and quit buillshittin wit it MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur (say what) MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur [Part 2] [Verse: GZA] Yeah, pump that shit, testin Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas y'all To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all On my flow y'all niggas don't know y'all You see my style calm but wild You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes The eightball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed I wreck emcees whether I'm last or first What, what, what, what Hazardous dart, visual long forgotten art That fell apart, til the blood ran from the heart Pump through the street, RZA make re-break beats Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank Wu niggas rollin, throwin the first rap slogan Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military clothin' Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many With the wisdom, power of, science from experts Self applying that put giants in the network Through compact discs and televised live quotes We multiply our strength, on a worldwide note Yes, what, what [Outro: Inspectah Deck] Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop You keep on, til the break of dawn Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rockEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wu-Tang Reunion[Intro: Masta Killa] My seeds grow and his seeds marry his seeds My seeds grow and his seeds marry his seeds That's how we keep Wu-Tang forever, baby [Verse 1: Masta Killa] It's good to see the Wu-Tang family under one roof We celebrate, toasting shots, Ciroc 40 proof Burgers on the grill and fried fish The wiz made potato salad, greens for a side-dish Cold water, mill and reminisce with cousins and sisters Children on the grass playing ball and Twister Fresh lemonade is made, we playing spades My nephews turn the living room into an arcade Aunt's cherry baked pie, surprise, Johnny showed up You can tell from the smell in the air, something rolled up It's love, peace and happiness, with the joy and laughter Camera phones flashes, the moment is captured [Bridge: The O'Jays] It's so nice to see all the folks you love together Sitting and talking 'bout all the things that's been going down [Verse 2: Method Man] It's going down We rock all in together now, Wu-Tang forever now Twenty years later we still bang whatever now Turn change to cheddar If I could take a quote from Obama, change is better I vow to never let you down Remember Meth Tical? In my circle haters was never 'round I'm a boss, owe that to Kevin Lile Reunited, the whole world excited Wu-Tang is for the kids and people and girls invited [Hook 2: The O'Jays] Family reunion Got to have a family reunion Family reunion It's so nice to come together To get together I wish grandma could see The whole family I sure miss her face And her warm and tender embrace [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] I miss my grandmother, my auntie and Unique Ason I knew Dirt was high when he had that face on Fangs hanging out his mouth, his fronts was golden Wilding, record execs can't control him He said ish like me and Mariah Hit me, woah-woah-woah, that's fire Still no matter what we gon' rep the name Look at your family, we got twenty years in the game [Hook 2: The O'Jays] A family reunion Gonna have a family reunion ooh, ooh Family reunion It's so nice to come together To get together [Outro: RZA] Aye yo I'd like to make a toast to my Wu-Tang family All over the globe East coast, west coast All my brothers in the hood keeping it good Peace to the Gods and Earths All my Latino brothers My Asian brothers, my Caucasian brothers Wu-Tang ForeverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy In the Hood[Part 1: Intro] [Intro: "Writing Kung Fu" sample] The story your about to see occurred along the main trading route on the border between the North and South at a small outpost called Red Clay Village [Verse: RZA] What the fuck y'all, niggas, thought, huh, what you thinkin', bitch? Are you stupid, son? Must be stupid kid What the fuck is wrong? It's the Wu, bitch Ain't got a clue, bitch, tie your shoe, bitch Get the fuck back 'fore we break a f…, listen Tryna to tell y'all, niggas, give you a fair warnin' Just a chance to live so you can see your kids Yo, son, nah, before I split your wig I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it So now you got to feel it! [Part 2: In the Hood] [Intro: Masta Killa] Yo, what the, yo Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck Y'know how we do it in the hood Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Y'all niggas better rock y'all hoodies Take money, snatch jewelry in the hood You find the best woman lookin' good Diamond, she need polishin' In my hood all the gunshot legal At the same time we gotta stop killin' our people Keep it in the hood, niggas walk with they gun Keep it in the hood, that's where we come from I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta I know a few murderer, drug dealer In the hood we speak mathematics and build What's the total weight of the brain? Allah real Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof Get my dick sucked on the rood of the projects Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark Movin' with the Wesson Welcome to the God we build and drop a lesson Pussy hole testin', in the hood Got the word from the hoodrat, shorty on the wood [Chorus: Suga Bang Bang] Murder, bad boy, you block off Murder, rude boy, you pop off Murder, nine millimeter, me say Murder, no time for talk, wanna Murder, men and dem all talk 'bout the Murder, Masta Killa come calm with nying Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying Me say murder [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Ay yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods It ain't all good, pass the goods Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs, in the hood Niggas put twenties on hoopties Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip And roll dick, throw on the flip (Hood) Weed clouds (Pow) thick enough to block the sun Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun Understood? Far from your Hollywood From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood From project chicks with hips and slim waists From five dollar plates, apartment six-eighths O.G., I spit G to the young ones I keep it in the hood, that's where I come from [Chorus: Suga Bang Bang] Murder, bad boy, you block off Murder, rude boy, you pop off Murder, nine millimeter, me say Murder, no time for talk, wanna Murder, men and dem all talk 'bout the Murder, Masta Killa come calm with nying Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying Me say murder [Verse 3: Streetlife] This is the place where thugs is born In the hood blink too long, your life is gone In the hood convicts still live with they moms And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm In the hood crack fiends'll furnish a 'Llac In the hood African's be drivin' cabs In the hood, in the streets the ghetto is hot And the illest gangsters on the block with cops In the hood the ones you love'll fill you with slugs In the hood babies born addicted to drugs In the hood we make life or death decisions And the school system is like a minimal prison So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin' In the hood it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin' [Chorus: Suga Bang Bang] Murder, bad boy, you block off Murder, rude boy, you pop off Murder, nine millimeter, me say Murder, no time for talk, wanna Murder, men and dem all talk 'bout the Murder, Masta Killa come calm with nying Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying Me say murder Murder, bad boy, you block off Murder, rude boy, you pop off Murder, nine millimeter, me say Murder, no time for talk, wanna Murder, men and dem all talk 'bout the Murder, Masta Killa come calm with nying Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying Me say murderEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 40th Street Black / We Will Fight[Hook] We will fight till the night is done We will live our lives tonight as one We will live our lives tonight as one, one [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I'm a bad mother, shut your mouth Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out What the stress about? INS best out Fact, you knew that before he left the house Fresh at the produce section Gaze at my shine like a showroom necklace Death wish, stepping in Deck's direction I'm checking niggas like test questions [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Across 110th now, cross Belmont and Montauk Camera hawk hawks the sidewalk When they get to flexing muscle niggas bust you Hustlers do you, gave you your first toolie Cutting out of school to pump your first loose leaf Think graduate to wait, take it out of state, duct tape Anything of pulse and heroin Emcees frozen, cuban link chains are golden I'm owning everywhere I'm holding it up, to keep it raw Math here, I got 'em keep coming back for more [Verse 3: Method Man] Yo, man, I'm so turned up, all the marijuana burned up Y'all don't want the drama, word up The Wu first up, the game is the world versus us Y'all was good 'til the world heard us Y'all ain't want them Clan birds up Y'all don't want your man served up, that'll get the fans worked up Homie really wanna play, stir it up I'ma catch me a wave, surfs up Gliding on the track like this, make me wanna act like this Make me wanna smack that trick Make a killer really wanna yap that kid If he opens up his yap that's it [Hook] We will fight till the night is done We will live our lives tonight as one We will live our lives tonight as one, one [Verse 4: GZA] Mass of minerals in a glass house Playing 4th the Wu neutrinos will blast out Letting out verbal thunder bolts Until the world attract old and younger folks Charge with the vitality of magnetism In large reality with massive rhythm The manual without technical part From the beginning give off an electrical spark [Verse 5: Cappadonna] I respect you if you respect me Everything's for real, WTC No fake ass shit, don't front the Remy Break bread, never have pockets empty Let's get it, flip it up then we can spend it The money train, Killa Beez on your brain W's everywhere, one on your chain Homeboys for life, please don't change You can hide at my house, it ain't no thing If you see the pigs, don't say jack Call me original, don't say cap I'm on the low, might be at the murder Holding off the place y'all cats never heard of Yeah, chicks wanna peep me out Nasty ass, want me to pee in their mouth But now I'm out, about to link with sticks [Hook] We will fight till the night is done We will live our lives tonight as one We will live our lives tonight as one, one [Verse 6: U-God] Bang a few notes up top, we call it beast mode Forget the street codes, show you like a deep throat It gets rougher, you suffer from the heat stroke Blast barrels, embrace my leaf smoke Park Hillians radio for back up Polish your act up, nigga need a back up Syrup in my cup, no cut, straight up UG's on the court, never miss a lay up [Verse 7: RZA] When the emcees came to live out their names Some rode the bus, some rode the train Some motherfuckers wish they never came When they met the nine swordsmen of Wu-Tang Nine Maseratis pulls up to this party hard Body, the party is filled with Godbody There out of shape models coming through with those bottles And double D's please, all eyes follow Pass me a bucket of ice, that's nice Hit with the vodka, what you say proper I drink with the copper, show up in a chopper Stop her, she wanna have a ménage à trois I can tell by the bra, RZA Ra-KZA-Keem is all is Allah Do you wish or wish upon a star? Do you wish or wish upon a star? [Hook] We will fight till the night is done We will live our lives tonight as one We will live our lives tonight as one, oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Necklace[Interlude] Brother, I think that necklace is causing you too much trouble [Verse 1: Cappadonna] My necklace had the whole crowd on some next shit The guest list full of real niggas that's hectic The charm piece made my niggas move like calm beasts Palm beats, two jostling niggas with long reach Keep your eyes open for them strong on thieves Out here looking for ice to put in they teeth Chain glowing shining and I'm ready for beef Like my nigga 2 Chainz, cappuccino from the east From the Wu-Tang Clan, my necklace and my heat Bang bang, different robe every day of the week 2 Angels, dinner plate, fat dollar sign Universal flag on, nigga, I got shine [Interlude] [Verse 2: Raekwon] I keep my neck frozen, .45 loaded, please don't approach this Rope is so ferocious, diamonds that shine in oceans Keep you arm distant from my carats, silly rabbits Make me get my barrel, spazzed out and cause havoc Iced out Cubans, exotic stones from Africa This the real thing, big bling, the chain swing Try to swipe mines, that's a no no, the God's loco Jewelry truckin' fancy spend stacks upon Delancey Exhaust pipes coughing horse kicks ACP's dress up the flesh, now the crime scene's gorgeous My links is unbreakable, told y'all on the Purple Tape 40 inches hang from my neck, nigga, I'm wealthy [Interlude] [Break during Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Why you say that? It's real, kill a nigga for this shit Aha, yo relax sis [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Dinner plates rings, smothered in 2 pounds of dope Eric B on the cut when it blings Scrubbin' chain down in Colgate, double edged bangers On they hips I wait in the jaw break The snakes and the violators, Dracula style takers We got a bunch of gold balls, but we ain't the Lakers Hey bitches, stay lickin' my necklace And I ain't even put the dumb bitch in the guest list That's what you get when you throwin' on Cuban's Drawers that's made from silk, a robe and a Ruger Crack heads catchin' a sweet vix on a scooter Catch me for my chain, it belongs on a shooter Lucky my shit blow like a horn on a tuba You might as well do me now cause I will do ya [Interlude] [Verse 4: GZA] God-Cipher-Love-Divine in math 79 Bright yellow and dense in its gift and shine Still the same when exposed to air and water Like when amongst thieves you travellin' across the border The brink of the metal link when in transition remains solid The message was lost in transmission That's often in a free elemental form Nuggets and grains and rocks and things that's norm Malleable ductile metal on many levels Get you shot for a Flintstone, killed for a pebble Lieutenants and Generals move with criminals The pride for all in line, they hunt for mineral The scope is on the rope, claws on the table Brass knuckle, knees buckle, legs unstable And it's sold by the weight Shaped into a plate with food on it The hungry wolves lie in wait [Interlude] [Outro skit] Tu Tin-To. So you're the tigers of Tinan, bastard, you're gonna pay for this, you'll die here. I'll use the tiger strike to kill you all. I'll show you the three different strokes. Forest Tiger! Win Tiger, Winmau Tiger!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Miracle[Hook: Tyler Diggs and Tatum Miranda] (x2) If a miracle could save us from The travesty that we've become If a million sons would stand as one We will overcome, overcome [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] The whole world trippin', listen it's still a cold world The other day I had to bury my homegirl Wrong place, caught one in her face Plus her man's on the run and couldn't come to the wake For Heaven's sake, you pray God open the gate In this modern day Sodom, that's their only escape 10 year olds are cold, no, they don't hesitate 2 up a G pack, he chose the whole 8 Catch a 5 to 10 sellin' 5's and 10's And the police informer was your childhood friend In the real world, gotta hustle for your dream Extend your clips, fit the muzzle with the beam For the love of cream, it's nothin' but routine Swing on the judge, take a couple for the team He's the young Capone, he grew up in a drug home Stranded on the Ave with a blunt and his gun shown [Hook: Tyler Diggs and Tatum Miranda] If a miracle could save us from The travesty that we've become If a million sons would stand as one We will overcome, overcome [Verse 2: Masta Killa] A live scene theme from a Godfather saga A Martin Scorsese classic and I'm the author Drama at the opera, crime story novel Tuxedo suit and silencer on the nozzle Meeting place scheduled at the Broadway musical Bravo, we arrive in bulletproof limo Shotgun, the underboss of our main source Of interest, the black widow cocaine empress A princess rich from her family's inheritance Now let's talk business, begin by addressin' the bricks That was missin' in the last shipment At first, everything nice, everything routine Jocks lining up the food, we blessed him with the cream But on this day he wasn't ready and my God sense keen I noticed that his normal firm handshake shook It wasn't steady when he squeezed [Hook: Tyler Diggs and Tatum Miranda] If a miracle could save us from The travesty that we've become If a million sons would stand as one We will overcome, overcome [Verse 3: Raekwon] He went from prince to a king out of a life of rubbish Wearin' tailor-made suits, Sky Dwellers and clusters To perfection, rags to riches, the evil's done influenced That pushed him off the edge, they said the greed made him do it You're my right hand, damn, he fucked the trust up It's ruined, niggas caught him slidin' on his belly I'm grippin' on my hammer with the silencer twisted Contemplatin' murder now, I'm 'bout to swerve on my biscuit But it's my man at the same time, I don't wanna do him He violated, broke a major code, bar what you stealin' now It's over, in the falls of Niagara, he was soakin' With a shell case stuck in his head, they found him floatin' [Hook: Tyler Diggs and Tatum Miranda] If a miracle could save us from The travesty that we've become If a million sons would stand as one We will overcome, overcome [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] Allah let me lay in your arms Hold me like a newborn Sing to me the most sweetest song The exalted, the most benevolent The knower of all Keep me safe 'till I return back to your residence This Earth, my place of birth As time went through the ages it got worse Sicknesses, beheadings in Syria Ebola's killin' my people, it's gettin' scarier Most foods ain't even real, the chip is here Deadly fluids bein' released, contracted through air Dear God, it been a minute since I cried out Since mama died, I never wild out We need help like the phone's 'bout to die out Can you hear me? Can you hear me now? We need a miracle Destroy the FDA for holdin' back cures So they can get paid [Hook: Tyler Diggs and Tatum Miranda] If a miracle could save us from The travesty that we've become If a million sons would stand as one We will overcome, overcomeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Campfire[Intro: Sample] Today I'll talk about kindness Justice, faith, and kindness I want you to listen carefully Kindness and faith are the foundation Without them, we can't become good people And with justice, we know we can lead a good life And how can I be a good man then, eh? Huh... well, first of all, you have to practice honesty, hmm? Keep your temper, never lose control of yourself Keep control; be patient If you learn to do these things, you can master anything [Hook: The Persuasions (sample)] Out of nowhere, there came a caravan This was around a campfire light A lovely woman in motion Her hair was as dark, as the night [Verse 1: Method Man] Cruising on the interstate, just follow while I innovate Too many try and imitate, medallion like a dinner plate Front and get your dinner ate, chinchilla for the winter, wait I'm tryna bring the sexy back like Timbaland and Timberlake Spittin like a calico, kush from a Cali ho Tell that joker "tally ho," put shots in that Denali yo RZA, you know how we go, on them 20's, that's how we roll And I don't eat berries but eat a Berry like Halle though The game criminal, my, my chain figaro My, my dame's pigeon-toed, I'm still the same nigga though Uh, still rock a fitted low, still got a wicked flow And I'm like Barry Bonds on anything that RZA throw [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] On anything that RZA throw, Ironman's invisible I left my chick for cheatin on me, now that bitch is miserable Poppin bottles, paintin hella Wallas on my physical We gon' have a ball, might as well pick a testicle Purple haze, vegetables, smoke a nigga like a bowl Fuck a coma, now the state you layin is a vegetable You wanna see me? Like you ain't checkable? You like a CD, I burn you and I wrecked a few [Hook: The Persuasions (sample)] Out of nowhere, there came a caravan This was around a campfire light A lovely woman in motion Her hair was as dark, as the night [Interlude: Sample (over hook)] Only God has leapt into avenged mind And can distinguish good from evil Hahahaha (Ayo, Cappa!) [Verse 3: Cappadonna] We gotta get more cake together, so we could branch out Preserve land, get a boat and a ranch house Call me a dreamer, but I hustle for real You thought that I fell off but now I'm attackin the field All in Chicago, grindin, puttin it down Crush blocks of MC's, I ain't playin around Yo you heard me on The Bassment, givin it to 'em Fake dudes hidin theyself, but I could see through 'em Diggler, what? I'm tryin to live and raise kids While you throwin up ya sign, I'm layin 'em down kid Plus I'm back home now, doin my thing Thirty dollars to Medina just to cop me a ring [Hook: The Persuasions (sample)] Out of nowhere, there came a caravan This was around a campfire light A lovely woman in motion Her hair was as dark, as the night [Outro: Sample (over hook)] A good friend holds his drink Bad company makes bad wine! Drinking among friends Red wine means a good life A few drinks bring comfort Two drinks are enough! Money can't buy courage! Riches mean nothing to us! Brilliant, a display of geniusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Diesel[Intro: Raekwon] So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up Word up, never stop your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin? (For real baby) And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all [Ol Dirty Bastard (also talking in the background in parenthesis] I need help (Because the black man is God) The government is after me (And the worst is, black man is the Devil) I need help (So this is to bring everything in the) Someone help me please (universe within the light) Someone help me! (Understanding) They already did 2Pac (My children, all six billion humans) Biggie Smalls (on the planet Earth) Someone help me! (Regardless of who or what, I love you) Someone help me please! (Word is bond, I love you) Ahh! I'mma groupie for life, about nine wife All the babies are mine, save a child life No more doctors deliverin my babies Stick in pins killing me slowly To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud You motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white! Insecure about my ding-dong, married to Babylon My queen lookin at me like a pawn! [Raekwon] Splash the worst rehearse a verse Flashdance on the universe Televise the work Network Shop till your neck hurt What up Dirt? Nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt Thirty-thousand went berserk, it's like clockwork Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse French cut, gleaming in the Benz truck, what up? Telling my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up Draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape out Furniture style, holdin the mic we got it laid out Mind iodine Einstein remind mine People swam nine didn't know they own kind wrong time Denim rap, competition quick, handle that Sucking the jim hat, perverting on my raps'll get you slidapped Mix drink Cuban Link lizink, flip a to zinc Plus, expensive like a Roman mink, now think [Ol' Dirty Bastard] An ugly thirty-six chamber degree, what, you wanna rhyme? Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel The year 90's parallel, controls to the wakes I dick womb and stomach swell, my borough is dark Many lights UFO kites, Benjamin Franklin got it right Abraham I stuck your cherry tree Your white head came out my black pussy I ran Rip Van Winkle on all fours Mountains twinkle twinkle star, Tarzan in a jar And then came out Jane Flintstone in my gravel pit [Method Man] Kill the chatterin, niggas bust shots, keep em scatterin Blood splatterin, on point like a javelin Fuck battlin, you cats is only good for babblin Imaginin yourself, as the God space travellin Round the seven rings of Saturn Got my sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been Hot Nickel, who broke bread, at the Vatican Stick a pin, in a citizen, mental food, got us diggin in My compliments to the chef M-E-TH like amphatimens, yes stick it to the veteran Blaow blaow! Blown to death, take your medicines I put the sick in your mu-sick with Osirus Bound to blow like a bad sinus [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Stay up at night don't sleep on your morn Rest in the day because it's sunlight Reverse thought psychology [RZA] Child wild adventures walk trillions of square inches Ten percentage try to drain me of my mental strengthage Heavy wattage knowledge cleans blood clottage, and retardage I refine the garbage logic exterminate your cottage [U-God] Thirty-six anger, dirty language is the stranger The mangler, the honor roll singer righteous finger When we shine-a, we always find a never minor major Hard to spot we dangerous with our behavior [RZA] Australian Venezuelan illegal aliens Chameleons all catch the feelings we revealing Killer bee keep your mind at ease, lay back like Adam fuckin Eve Four thousand years in the garden, puffin trees [U-God] I aim slang I maintain, through the main vein The answer came clever, when we do greatness through trial and error Mile of terror motor mouth, let the odour out Fuming greater, the temper in my spine huminator The super grass childish blast sleepy eye stash The hashish masterpiece, Osirus is the virus This split second splash, severe drop is near pop There's falling teardrops, now is it worth your career?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Jah World[Intro: Junior Reid] Him speaketh in tongues into the hearts of all flesh Yeah stanyoi Whoi [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Oh God, I beg for forgiveness So help me Lord, yes I beg for forgiveness Deep in my heart, please, I'm crying for forgiveness Allah U Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness Branded by the steel iron, bullets flying Ladies being hit through wickedness, I'm losing my grip I thought we lived by the books, The Bible, Qu'ran We pick cotton, my back is still hot and dark and They threw burners in our babies' faces Pale hands that looked scary touched our bodies in the strangest places Sweat from the white man's head Fell on our daughters as she cried, giving white man head Almighty, alrighty, niggas is screwing God won't you tell me why these ho niggas is screwing? I'm sorry father, sacrifice me, leave me wife Sacrifice me twice, so my kids can see paradise... [Chorus: Junior Reid] So we heed our God king Selassie I, Jehovah God, Jah Rastafari Who is seated in Zion and reigneth in all In the hearts of all flesh - whoa wow Let my task oh Jah with them that strive with me Fight against them - whoa wow That fight against me - whoa wow Take hold thy shield and rock and stand up for my health Oh Jah, oh Jah, only you can comfort me La la la, la la la la la, la la la la La la la whoi stand out [Verse 2: RZA] Curse to the wicked snakes who try to snatch the truth away Cursed be the ones who try to take our youth away Peace to the black, the brown, the red, yellow, and white seed We don't discriminate man over color, creed They tried to snatch up our beats, son, and steal our culture And German Catholics, whitewashing Roman sculptures How dare you try to deny Allah's intelligence? Kidnap the truth, and destroying the black evidence [Chorus: Junior Reid] Glory be to the Father Glory be to the Son (Glory be to the Holy One) Glory be to the Holy One The holder of creation whoi As Jah was in the beginning is now and forever shall be Jah world... Jah world without end whoi So we heed our God king Selassie I, Jahova God, Jah Rastafari Who is seated in Zion and reigneth in the hearts of In the hearts of all flesh whoiEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Black Shampoo[Intro: U-God] Hard days of work You had a hard day at work baby I want you to sit down, relax While I soak you in my mentals Back-rub style, watch this, yo, yo [Verse: U-God] Massage, peppermint oil, shampoo and pears Cinnamon, aloe, natural for you hair Soak lavender soap, coconut conditioning Honey lather, blood flowing, love listening Motion lotion, breeze, over the ocean Lovers, bath crystals, lovers sponge scrubbers Hot milk bath, steam shower rubbin Diesel splash, long lovin in your oven Bake it off, break it off 'til it gets soft Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off In and out, fragrance patience, Hershey's Kisses, Guinness Stout Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out Brain message, think about pink Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink Upper lower, left, right, neck don't play Back rub, Calgon, take me away Waterfall beads, streams, plush and lavish Comfort me through all the damn madness Night breeze at sea, sipping tea You and your queen melodies, and trees, 85 degrees Jet skis breeze... Sprinkle water on chocolate, butter scotch flowers Vapor action, tropical sunshower Baby powder, relax, feel for an hour Sand suntan, snuggled up snug Snowey days, fireplace, oriental rug Thugs, lay on the couch, pull it out, perfect balance Chemical stimuli, two tokes off the chalace Complete silence, what surround us Whats the finest, wrapped in cold sheets Vanilla apple heat, flutes play jazz music, puffy pillow suites Breakfast in bed, early morning sun treats Sunset level, suprise sunrise, sail Lay on the couch, while I clip your toenails Dreams of peaches and cream steam secret spells Soft spoken gospel, Barry White acapell Violin, good medicine, sound swell Sunshine life, love right without the hell Taste sugar, quiet storm, seasick Slowdance drink, like nights over Egypt Having, stabbing, calm chilling now we rolling Company, ice cream licking now we holding Gentle force, warm tingle of the golden Open loose, ice cubes, kiss your belly Alcohol, palm trees, peanut butter jelly Almond twirl, fantastic melodies Soon, taste these spoons Wiping me with toon, fly wine, quiet storm Now it's high noon, raspberry spices Cherry breath, drink from the mountain, sip the very best Sounds of the shore, every winter is a war Paradise life, recipe now pour Musicness, model, gentle mental Wash away your sorrow, Fantasy Island Put the message in the bottle Carry you through, the threshold, do my duty Happy ending, go to rest Sleeping Beauty [Outro: U-God] Yo, this is that body shop shit Love love slam Edible underwear, champagne, bubble bath Heavy smack on that ass like that Know what I mean? Massaging these melodies Put that gangsta shit on the shelf Blow winds, blow, through your hair Sea breeze sticks and shit Right right [Method Man] When you're around boo Come and chop this mother fucking beat you stank-ass trickEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tim Westwood freestyle[Verse 1: Method Man] Still living by the code too many pretty women still living by the... I'm just tryna get a meal When I started rhyming wasn't tryna get a deal I was tryna get a feel Homicide housing bodies lying in the Hill Man they nothing with me dying in the field Especially when I'm tryna pay the bills A lot of y'all relying on the steel And see the court denying your appeal If y'all don't know, nothing you better know its real If it work like a workshop better know the drill I'm past childish games, y'all just tryna take me outta my game And calling my black women out of their name I'm serious stay out of my brain Understanding my slangs, Fast and Furious, stay out of my lane Boy I'm hot, kids be calling me Blaze In the industry I'm not, they be calling me slave I ain't tryna burn the spot, but I'm setting my ways I'm just a Product of the block and the city I'm raised I'm still living by the code Too many pretty women still living by the stroll Daddy pimping them for dough Early in the morning cops kicking in the do' Man I Think somebody's snitching on the low I caught my father sniffing on that snow That's when he tried to tell me things are different than before Kids don't listen any mo', that's fo' sho' We used to ask permission from my fo' Ain't no food up in the kitchen cause we broke I ain't tryna miss Another, meal cause love it get you killed And if it don\t your baby mother will But y'all ain't recognizing that is, real Until that undercover pulls his shield And now it's kinda late to cut the deal So I ain't gotta tell you how I feel While I'm tryna get my pockets stuffed with hundred dollar bills I should've went to school and get a skill But it wasn't in my future so I stealed That's why I got this Ruger in ya' grill [Verse 2: U-God] Cracker treasure chest is one of the best Now, feel the force of the full Court press I apply to kiss the death, something for real the realness Untouchable, Eliot Ness, you select of vet Take me off the bench, I suppose to lynch,¨ The angel in the air you can smell my stench Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west I gave you a note, you can keep the rest RIP the whole coast when I heat the flesh At the Greek fest, hit a couple of bars Smash rips on strips like bumber cars You're amongst the odds, with lies in the pelly The baby, nine, the size of a celly Now it's a dilemma like Nelly and Kelly Milk Pirelli Tower when I peel it in a hurry with a fist of fury Martini with a cherry is very necessary When I make it to the top I'ma pop Halle Berry Staten Island fairy where the legends were made In the staircase throw a rap grenade Take it back in the day, get clapped for your chain "F" the blood bath it will be half of the pain He is a high grand bullet women call him daddy Fish tank shoes jump out the Caddy Grand finale yo the champ is here The cameras glare under the chandelier While you standing there, like you can hold it down It's nine of us all of us rock the crown Tear it down down to the last compound New York mixed with a Compton style Go bonkers wild, on the stomping ground Lay down the carpet when I'm walking the isle Then Telephone Keenah keep stalking the child Four misdemeanor now I'm going to trial So secluded in exile like my sex while Private jet style who's the livest vet now Pass me a wet towel don't get vexed now I ring it your chest when I let my tech growl [Verse 3: Masta Killa] We used to rock um, leather gooses With sheep skin coats and bombers British Walkers, sharp skinned tailor made Playboys black suede, three finger rings, name plate rope chains BVD nylon, Gazelle frames and matching with the Kangol hat You couldn't have it, brother might snatch it Flashback 1-90e with the mock neck Lee suit 25 nickels we shh Fresh blue on white Puma with the track Nike Shell toe Adidas with the fatter no laces Late night summer time jam we in the park Allah Math cutting, DJ spitting his dart Sergio Tacchini brown suede ballet Jay cross town to Delancey, jew the jew down Fresh leather winter weather, maxima spoiler kit Legendary deuce flicks, Slick Rick Run DMC, Jam master Jay Wu-Tang Clan, Scott La Rock, KRS-ONE Peace to like Pun I had a Jaz-O tape, me and my crew Walk the avenue sky was blue half past two It's the Cold Crush Moe Dee, Treacherous Three Spoonie Gee, Busy 'Killa' Bee, yeah yeah See crack never kept him high longer than five minutes Wallabee Clarks of course, silk and linen Jumbos two for five come and get it Mamma cries tears of fear when I was wilding son Please don't wear that, people are getting killed for that Latin Quarter, Union Square, you had to be there The Fever, MC glory Ripping the armory, this is hip hop to me And for all of y'all, this is Wu-Tang Clan Signing off, you know how we do forever [Verse 4: Method man] Ay yo I gotta be around this music it's therapeutic Lick my first blunt off the day then start the movement I'm chilling in a room with a view There's always room for improvement So I grab my coat and go and prove it It's me against the world, you can find me in the streets You don't spot me in the lobby probably find me in a freak Cop Ferraris, the law be in the lining of my seats Tryna put me in a line up till I wind up in a beast That's the belly, how dare they tryna tell me when to eat? With this plate of food barely in my reach My team shoot dice, we used to shoot skelly in the streets Wore the same Pelle Pelle for a week But now we live the life, its such a good Life I wish that I could live it twice I'll probably make the same wiz my wife It's Wu-Tang Clan always collect cheddar Proper education always correct error [Verse 5: Method man] Crime scene, coppers and sirens helicopters High beam the tension is Rising Fiends keeping they pipes Clean This is what life's mean? A dollar and a dream everybody wants nice things The kid was only 19, hole in his chest now, he's fighting For his last breath to seeing death is frightening The grip on the ghetto is tightening You try to do the right thing, and they do you just like King Now I can hear the night scream sirens and light beams [?] bad shots, hitting people that they didn't mean to pop The neighborhood's in shock, block extremely hot Another black teen shot is a normal routine for cops They should've got good grades, work the minimum wage Now they lying on the stretcher with nothing in them to save Keep it ghetto, and whatever ghetto you at Just don't love the ghetto, cause the ghetto don't love you back [Verse 6: Masta killa] Gotta be around this music it's therapeutic First fresh thought to tell you so clear When I'm Walking my head, there's a voice that talks In my ear, I can hear it so clear (you think I'm bugging right) [Verse 7: U-God] The average man, wouldn't last that long She like to work out run Marathons She wear, tight skirts with no panties on She's a 6 foot 1 bronze amazon Saying, complaining about all the good men is gone I'm from Babylon she reach the [?] Holding jails in the nail salons She rock Coco Chanel her smell was strong With skin like velvet, she rocked my bags She gave, no shhhh, sipping long [?] She a spread eagle at the tip of the bed She rubbed on her legs this is what I said Rap music is therapeutic to me Rap music is therapeutic to me [Verse 8: Method Man] Ay yo you ain't lived 'till you made your first million And top models wanna pop out yo Children I thought I told you Wu-Tang is for the Children Way Before rap moving crack in your building Yeah, now what's the price of rice in China These women tryna raise the price of her vagina Me, I'm tryna live and get the grinder Like Diddy, but I ain't tryna give the Shyne up Pop pop pop off no question See Ol' Dirty like it raw no protection When the kid hold court no objections Meth needs his Money out the door no exception I go hard in the paint on a rapper I go harder on a Xanax and Viagra You think I'm tripping, aiming the trick and But keep a snow Bunny in the kitchen I'm the master like KillaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Blood Under W[Intro: Junior Reid] Modern vampires of the city, hunting blood Blood, blood, blood You coulda from Rema, or ya come from Jungle You coulda come from Fire House or You come from Tower Hill One blood, one blood, one blood [Verse 1: Masta Killa] I was rollin, showin my age, unshaven Rugged with my Timberland boots that paid I walk with a slight lean from the weight of my heat Givin a green to shine infra-red beam At the street traffic light recorders Takin pictures of our corners Cameras on the side of the buildings, we destroy 'em The Chameleon throws cream to children, out the window We movin in unmarked vans, disguised as a light tan With plastic faces and rubber hands Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim How dare you call the Gods in vain Not knowin the seriousness of this and why I came To Earth, feet first I dare you lion tame to the beat of the drum No questionin to the session, I walk with gun The magnum'll bust his head from many directions unknown Another statistic, change the ballistics On the nozzle, make em goggle and swallow Scrape the craters of the brain for data Old scriptures on withered paper Beginnin take shape and form When the Gods get on it and crash your college dorm [Hook: Junior Reid] You coulda come from uptown, or you come from downtown You coulda come from outta town, or you come from 'round town One blood, one blood, one blood The fussing and fighting The tribal war, racial war Cause blood, blood [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Now verse 2, even more deadly than the first Unrehearsed raw footage part 2 for you I give this dedication, project elimination Here's a burnt offering, nothing up my sleeve I'm just vanishin with the vanishin cream Here's jewels to live by Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe A bomb only has one time to explode When I break I'm takin everything Turn the city streets to Dusty Rhodes Behold this return of the Invincible Tone Rude like Governor Tuse and King Toustume Who gave the order to bust 'em? Don't ask this is Genuine Draft Blueprint ultimate legit sting international, stone love classical Comin back, to attack in black fatigue Wu-Tang and Junior Reid [Bridge: Junior Reid] You coulda come from Lebanon, or ya come from Iran You coulda come from China, or ya come from Japan One blooood, one blooood, one blooood [Hook: Junior Reid] You coulda come from uptown, or ya come from down sout' You coulda come from outta town, or ya come from ‘round town One bloood, one blooood, one blooood The fussing and fighting Tribal war, racial war Cause bloood, blooood, bloood [Outro: Junior Reid] Mothers fighting daughters every day Fathers fighting sons Sisters hating sisters Rappers getting murdered, every day You coulda come from Lima, or come from Georgia You coulda come fire outside or come from Hawaii One bloood, one blooood, one bloooood You coulda come from Brook-a-lyn, or you come from Bronx You coulda come from queens, or ya come from Jersey One bloood, one bloood, one bloood You coulda come from Long Island, or ya come from Philly You coulda from Canada, or ya from from over south One bloood, one bloood, one blooodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Once Upon a Time in Shaolin (Excerpt)Unearthed by [Zack O'Malley Greenburg] [Produced by Cilvaringz] [Ghostface Killah] I saw niggas cough up blood when they hiccup Hole in their stomach comin' back from a stick up If you don't make it you can keep your half of the bread I'm not playin' with you bruh, you halfway dead If it was me, you'd probably say the same shit Crack the drugs probably wouldn't get a rag to cover my shit I'm just bein' honest Lord It's $400,000 for the four of us What's up with ya'lls Damn Tone leave em alone Shut the fuck up be quiet before I go in your bag Then I'm gonna come up You know how I do I get busy If you can get through this near death shit I throw 'em the extra 50 [Cher] Wu-Tang baby They rock the worldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Felt[Intro: RZA] Feelings. The emotional side of a man, woman or a child's character. A response or tendency to respond. A belief, which can be vague, illogical, but mostly, irrational [Verse 1: Masta Killa] I never gave a fuck on how the next nigga felt I rocked a heavyweight belt cause that's the way I felt Still feel, so inspired to write a rhyme that's ultimately No other emcee could get with me, is way I felt Don't forget the first time you heard me rhyme the way The first time you heard "Protect Ya Neck", the way you felt Like no other hip hop record ever made you felt Cards dealt, played my handle, when no matter how I felt [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Every time we touch the mic, you know our lyrics is felt Worldwide, live, polaroid shit, all my homies is And we ride out to all of our music is Yeah, we gets busy, teach the youth because we know how it felt Give em Knowledge of self expressing in a way that it's felt So each and every person to recognize what they felt Watch your mind state because the evil could be felt You never know, how when I first came out, how my brothers felt I've been going through it, plus a lot of deep pain was felt We would last for a night, but a better tomorrow [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] I felt the angel of death breathe When I felt the four fifths something told me squeeze I felt like it was the end of a dynasty Like I was fighting a clique of five Chinese thieves Karate slippers with slip on's so I kept slippin' The floor was too smooth felt like I couldn't catch a grip in Felt like Dragonfly Jones, was Dragonfly Tone So I kept spitting, woke up when I heard the phone [Verse 4: Method Man] I never gave a what on how the next rapper felt I take that rapper's belt myself, I feel how Cappa felt I don't really need help, use a sharpie, don't need the felt Marker, walk on water, I see how Jesus felt No rhyme or reason, just bleeding, my every breathing's felt This about a thesis that even paraplegics felt These boys ain't needing, they barely breathing, believe it, seen it Till you got cheated, you couldn't tell me how cheating felt I'm not a failure, I couldn't tell ya how losing felt Might not have nailed her, but I can tell ya how spooning felt Remember when you first heard the rap and the way it felt I burned the track with a murder rap and I know it's felt [Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Redbull[Verse 1: Redman] RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on Ring the bell so it's time to eat Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats Bomb inside the palm Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass ironed on The front with my pump built like the Klumps To carry it I take the spare out the trunk I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise Blast! Don't panic Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed? Hell nah! I won't tell you son If I find a wack idea I sell you one Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah My lecture's like Hannibal Lector's Where's the ketchup? Don't speak on it, shut ya trap I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks Ah woo, Doc in my own zone You say you got the rapgames sewn, but it's sewn wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fucking money! *Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface* [verse 2: Method Man] Uhuh, check it I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on First issue got issues What is hip-hop to Hot Nickles? It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word Look at my hand and get the third Finger out ya earhole like: Fuck what you hear Now that's what I call hardcore, let's act fool Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool I been shitty, I'm from the bowels of the city (New York) And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty Baggy dungarees, dick need room to breathe In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese Ain't no rules to the game, if it is we ain't playin In your business like EPMD, "So What Cha Sayin'" You co-signin that bullshit yo man tryin Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!! Slugs flyin *Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck* [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Yo, ya Check, the Kodak pose from magazines to the big screen Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant We roll longer than dice in a casino Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0 Behind the tinted windows I lay low On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0 But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty A third time felon just hit with over 30 No worries, style have em so thirsty First degree heats are quittin on me Cold turkey, no mercy I bring the pain of a hundred migraines But a thousand shoutin my name that's why I came But first bring the cashburst, then the outburst My surround sound pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse I flex muscle outside I find a next hustle Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle Even the best buckle win I take it to the extreme It gets ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get C.R.E.A.M This life *Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bring Da Ruckus (Demo Version)[Intro: RZA] Bring da bring da muthafucking ruckus En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style [Hook: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus [Verse 1: Raekwon] Something new from my real live raps and so catch this While I kick a verse like chapters I'm all of that, proceed with the militant act With the rugged Timberlands or with boots that's black But on the real, I'm cold like blue steel Out to catch a hit and make a mill, chill Maintain yourself Black, you're strapping all of that But you ain't got shit in this shack Jack That's my word, I'm used to beef and I can eat it mad raw And pick it out my gold teeth But yo back to the subject, Wu's trying to get wrecked yo Pass the weed thru your shit god mic check, need a little meth yo True, back to me flipping you and your so called zoo You got nothing on a nigga from Staten A drunk monk, smoking mad skunk and stacking I didn't need rap shit to get me on, I was a crimey Driving a Benz hearing my man's song And when shit gone broke out, everybody got smoked out And cops drove the wrong route Don't act evil and possess to hurt me Forty guns be flowing in your face Who wants some? [Hook: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's banging Wu-Tang slang'll leave the microphone hanging Bust this, I'm kicking like Segall, Out for Justice The roughness, yes the rudeness, ruckus Redrum I verbally assault with the tongue Murder one, my style shot your knot like a stun-gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigger So bad, stabbing up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on [Hook: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus [Verse 4: GZA] Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots New recruits, I'm fucking up MC troops I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp Creeping up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fucking dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Chopping through your back Giving bystanders heart-attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his fuckin prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggas to kick buckets I'm wetting CREAM I ain't wetting fame Who selling gain I'm giving out a deadly game It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin ruckus [Hook: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus [Outro: RZA] Yea, Wu-Tang production, kid Straight from the 35 Chambers The Inspectah Deck-sta, Raekwon the Chef And the RZA-RZA-Ra' Shout out to my man RNS, Big Mook and Divine Mr. Hezekiah, Due Lilz, the Ghostface Killah Ason Unique, yeah, Gka-Gka-Genius Give it raw, bring da mothafuckin ruckus Wu-Tang Clan (bring da mothafuckin ruckus)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Do You Really (Thang, Thang)[Intro: 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? [Verse 1: 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 [Verse 2: 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; now 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're 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: 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? [Verse 3: 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 free 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: 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? [Verse 4: 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 brethren, 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: 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? 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?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Iron Flag[Chorus: Raekwon, Ann Peebles & "Flag of Iron"] "On your mind, on your mind" Murder one of y'all, niggas "On your mind, on your mind" Get to hurtin' one of y'all, niggas "The Iron Flag brothers" "On your mind, on your mind" Bitches, snatch the shirt off one of y'all, niggas "On your mind, on your mind" Kick dirt "Flag brothers" [Verse 1: Raekwon] Color Glocks splitters just listen there's UFO visitors Fly paintings remainin', reclinin' pro-comissioner One boot off he Rudolph, know he hyped flew off Hibernatin', dead in the makin', ear-rake him, gear-rake him Technician murderer, Wu hit the universe Our words is crush, fingers icy slush, ringers wants Mercedes bus Tip bottles, Movados, sailin' in some Wu goggles you follow Mail and jail letters, sendin' niggas lottos What made you murder my flow, what made you rival my clothes What made you. Fuck it, yo son these niggas gotta owe I think a lot of flows, I flip exotic hoes We paintin' pictures if it's was drizzies, seen a lot of those Gettin fly with Ghost, Power just buy the boats RZA your vision is exquisite, daddy hide your scrolls Platonic chronic shows, tonic prose Off the meter Panasonic know, son line me a ho [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Devestatin' shockwaves strikin' the nation Newsflash, warn the people, assassination The hour of detonation, pure untampered or mixed in any form In any form mixed untampered it's pure Dissect each line of the rhyme Find my ingredients and nutrients Teach patience and obedience before movement Killer bee student enrollment I'm out your control and expose if it's synthetic Quote these plush degrees as I inject, there's many at risk Slang therapist Shallah Rae Bless the people, with magnificent wordplay [Chorus: Raekwon & Ann Peebles] Murder one of y'all niggas "On your mind, on your mind" Get to hurtin' one of y'all niggas "On your mind, on your mind" Bitches, snatch the shirt off one of y'all, niggas "Flag brothers" [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Aiyyo you know the half, some get respect, most we show the path They quoted tracks while we spoke math, blowin' fast Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft I don't flash, hoes love me 'cause I hold a stash Known to blast, paramedics couldn't close the gash Floatin' past in a 'Nail with the oak dash Show the cash, watch it blow in half, it's no fair They goin' mad, check their tape recorders and their notepads Crabs wanna play me close and grab Can't believe you on the canvas, I'm just throwin' jabs Where the powers you supposed to have, hand in your soldier rag You posin' bad, show your ass son, you won't last With heavy weights that elevate the whole mass Compose a smash, rollin' grass at Ghost lab [Chorus: Ann Peebles & "Flag of Iron"] "On your mind, on your mind" "Bring you to [?] life, bring you to [?] life" "On your mind, on your mind" Iron Flag– Iron Flag brothers [Outro: Ann Peebles & "Flag of Iron"] "On your mind, on your mind" "Bro– bro– brothers, Fla– Fla– Flag brothers" "On your mind, on your mind" "Iron Flag brothers"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy If What You Say Is True[Intro] Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true If what you say is true [Verse 1: Cappadonna] The clouds was gray, the sky was black Two undercover pigs jumped out the Pontiac Trying to extort us, they wanna know where the money at We countin’ the cream, my team get plenty stacks Let the guards bill wherever we at We attackin’ the mind state We civilized niggas we don’t think of the crime rate The mind’s infinite now, we can’t waste time Take the ones that know the ledge, leave the rest behind Salute, fall back in line Here come the first nine out of the booth Sparks of energy, create more life and more synergy Forever is Wu, you can never sever the glue Homie is Mathematical, beats is bangin’ All my lords get radical Don’t blast the past homie, that’s equilateral JJY, Killa Beez is splattering you And everybody love us in here It don’t matter who [Verse 2: Masta Killa] (Look, look, look) Shoulder rolling off the beat Catch a 'J, I kiss it and throw it back Science is sweet and questional This is Irief Jamal, unique professional Blessin’ you a hundred mill flow Steel tip arrow and bow, I pull and let it go Look how the crowd go wild for this mic style Wu World Clan united this how the reptile Keepin’ us apart between some darts from the heart Forever stayin’ mentally sharp, spark the brain Physically equipped to tear you out the frame I don’t play with this mic thing But brings all of the above, I reign [Refrain] If what you say is true [Verse 3: Streetlife] This is target practice, watch me get my darts off Leave 'em bleedin' out with they shoes and they socks off Fit it on the sidewalk, this is real talk Anybody could get it, I pop a couple shots off Home of this smash and grab, I’m taking minds off the top Doin' stick up, no mask, I got the drop Run up on you, in front of your buildin' Now you speak a bazillion Gun you down right in front of your children We bang out on a regular basis, or raise havoc face Leave no shell, these open cases My description, big black bodacious All black, Wu, hoodie on with the go fat laces [Refrain] If what you say is true [Verse 4: GZA] A rhyme is a struggle from conception Series of complex maps in all directions Totally dependent on an act of breathing Learning, depending on an act of reading The MC draws in a long, deep breath Holding it until makin’ it right before it left Extracting from it is life-giving properties Reacting from it, and control the properly [Refrain] If what you say is true The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang Could be dangerous [Bridge: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Now, do you understand? Now, do you understand? The only way we can stay strong as we stick together 'Cause they gon' try, they gon' try Let me tell you what they gon' try to do And y'all remember the shit, y'all gon' tell them, fucking world Teach all the babies and shit They gon' try to make black and white go against each other Which they can't because we already having a good time WU! WU! WU! [Outro] That was great! Wonderful! Terrific duel! The best that I've ever seenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Preacher’s Daughter[Hook] The only girl that could ever please me Was the daughter of a preacher man The only girl that could ever please me Was the daughter of a preacher man [Verse 1: Method Man] Yo, pa, I got a lady, I'm 'bout to make her my baby Might even make a baby, the thesis makin' her crazy She know my style wavy, I'm circlin' her Mercedes Father, father was a preacher, I'm almost certain he hates me But he ain't gotta date me and look, his baby is grown And she decides on her own who resides on the throne I'm her king, she my queen, we keep it right in the zone And she understands the fact that I'm even right when I'm wrong When she was prayin' in church, I was playin' in dirt That's 100, I admit that we both was playin' at first When opposites attract, I ain't always sayin' it works I'm just sayin' ain't no use in me strayin', that make it worse It's Wu-Tang, baby, my crew bang And she's the preacher's daughter, I just call her my boo thang And we tighter than shoestrings, or 10 grand in rubber bands Man, sometimes I tell your parents just don't understand [Verse 2: Masta Killa (RZA)] No. yo, you mean Pastor Brown's daughter? The preacher, the rich slave-maker of the poorer? I used to see her Sundays comin' from church We used to kick it at her window when her pops at work Yo, her parents didn't play She couldn't even come out to play on a school day Thought she was gonna give me some on April Fool's day (But no, no way) nah, (no, no-no, no-no, no-no way) [Verse 3: Cappadonna] The preacher's daughter, she an illegitimate child She know the Word, but she be runnin' in them streets foul She married to a man, but she's crushin' his brother now See her in the market place loud and boisterous With tight spandex on, chokin' her oysters She a seductress in the form of a goddess Never virtuous or modest, poison the part is Breakin' the vessel, turn brother against brother Man, that's how she molest you That's why the preacher man prolly a mess too Cause the fruit that she devourin' is evil Never sin around righteous people Black widow, preacher's daughter comin' to eat you [Hook] The only girl that could ever please me Was the daughter of a preacher man The only girl that could ever please me Was the daughter of a preacher man The only girl that could ever please me Was the daughter of a preacher man The only girl that could ever please me Was the daughter of a preacher man [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] I met her on the bus stop with black eyes That's why she said she don't fuck with black guys I cleaned her up, fed her all my wisdom Her father spit the gospel but she never caught the vision Brutal ass whoopins, always facin' these evictions So she only fuck with thugs that'll wind up in the system Them greasy bastards quick to squeeze a ratchet Never knew the science of virtue, Ecclesiastes Like, a time for peace, a time for war A time to laugh though, she never felt God before Eternal love that'll pop like a kernel, this is grown folk talk Between me and her, it don't concern you [Hook] The only girl that could ever please me Was the daughter of a preacher man The only girl that could ever please me Was the daughter of a preacher man The only girl that could ever please me Was the daughter of a preacher man The only girl that could ever please me Was the daughter of a preacher manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro (Shaolin Finger Jab)/Chamber Music[Intro: Kung Fu sample, RZA, (Method Man) & Raekwon] I must tell you that the Clan is a danger to the public But still for many men just to hear of the name Fills them with hate and loathing But why? They've never harmed anyone I'm afraid they did *beat drops* In the past there's something that they would like to forgive First, I'll tell you about their style, planned techniques The main style "Shaolin Finger Jab!" Yo.. *sounds of fighting* (Uh-huh) We are watchin' your whole group You been busy here Around the clock, all we need is your orders to move Met a lot of crosses last night Young and old! You been busy here I respect that! Yeah, (Ayo), yeah Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in (Yo) Come on! You know what it is (Thou must bust shots all the time, kid) (Ayo, ayo, ayo) We're back! [Verse 1: Raekwon] Peep The Jump Off, ain't nothin' sweet, get dumped off Frontin like you won't get deaded and bumped off Drastic son, master guns that'll run up in plastic ones And then go, crash in the slums One tight army, few good men that'll rep Invade you strongly, Prince of Wales swimmin' on feet Props'll sell, all yellow L's, cops sleepin' on nails Niggas get realer than real, yo Flash the brown, last time was crowned All navy Woolridge, Wu kicks, movin' them pounds, yo Last on niggas, great adventures of my niggas And Castro pictures, sendin' a rash out the kitchens Like the wind, invite the grin, watch niggas rewrite the trend Wu niggas did it again, yo Unhighly, octane, die cast metal frame Lame, let another man with heat handle beef [Chorus: Method Man] Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in [Verse 2: GZA] Yo, spark the intro, relevant info Load up the keyboard, 105 tempo Most heated battles, I've blasted MCs Some said that the bullets flew by like angry bees Wu entered on the level where we would wait and listen While one flashed metal, eight calculate position The world snapped, once we combined our rap Drastic measures, priceless treasures on Nap' Our swords swing, windchill Mount Aerie Native plant standin' on the tall-grass prairie Snares and kicks, off the project bricks It's no act the producer played the role with drumsticks The warning came unnoticed It's like the shot on the dock of the bay That slayed Otis, the Nine-Lotus Each one adjust to his own environment Formulate this great LP, a hundred rounds spent Niggas bent on the fruitless search for nourishment They long for this proper guidance, encouragement [Chorus: Method Man] Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in [Verse 3: Method Man] It be the Lost Tribe, 7 days locked in the dungeon Foamin' at the mouth, mad dog in this production The uncontrolled substance got me spittin' up bars disgustin' The last temptation of the son of David Ruffin Hold my mic sideways when bustin' On Judgement Day runnin' through Hell, yellin' and cussin' At MC's in my circumference, y'all niggas hand-cuffin' These hoes and ain't read them they rights or nothin' Keep lustin', yeah and I'ma a keep hustlin' With Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in You know me, every time you kiss that ho you blow me You blow trial trying to walk a mile in my Sauconys [Chorus: Method Man] Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in [Verse 4: Masta Killa] We just touched down, Wu shuttle, private jet Stepped off the plane, the world wept Roll with the Witty Unpredictable Talent All Natural, rock with the Beatles of hip-hop Mathematical imperial manifestation of greatness Make wiz's scream and shout at the top of their breath essence Captured on tape is precious Bless mic pure deafness, awaken from you sleep mistake When the God bring rain, hail, snow to the earthquake [Chorus: Method Man] Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in [Outro: Kung Fu sample] You've been busy Are you mastered? You've been busy Are you mastered? You've been busy Are you mastered? You've been busy here..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mistaken Identity[Intro] Wanna go home and see my wife and kids I wanna go home and see my wife and kids I wanna go home I wanna go home I wanna go home Wanna go home and see my wife and kids I wanna go home and see my wife and kids I wanna go home [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Yeah yeah they want me locked down, fryin' in jail Before you hear that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a cell I was framed like a wedding flick, 2 time felon Still a predicate, doin' time, tell 'em that's a negative Prejudice judge, bails be a mil' in cash Scorin' money like the meter on the Yellow Cab Give the witness an unexpected visit Make his story change like walls blockin' his vision Couldn't give a clear description, fearin' the repercussions Like, "I was on the ground, I ain't see him bustin'" Now the DA chasin' a plea, they hatin' I'm free The case is mistaken identity [Verse 2: Method Man] Whoever push me like Pusha T, I push back I push a cap, before '93, I pushed crack I'm hood, black, you know me well, what's good, scrap? I'm smokin' rappers, you are a L, what's good Smack? Hold up that's Goodz rap, pardon self I just like good rap, but when I see Goodz I give his goods back I rap for writers that pack strap to rhymers that backpack To 25 to lifers that jack MAC We movin' ratchets, no Kat Stacks, it's magic The way we flip the package before the coppers can catch it I'm past that chapter in life, let's live it lavish When life take a piss in your bed, you flip the mattress Before you try and get my head, get you some Pampers Then take a long look at my ish and get your answers Kick in my vicinity, I'm what rappers pretend to be Charge 'em with a penalty, mistaken identity [Hook: Streetlife] Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy [Verse 3: U-God] Fresh off of work, he jumped out the van Two suitcases, dangle from his hands He opened up the door, headed up the stairs Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there First sight he saw, struck him by surprise Two shots was given, between his girl's eyes Windows blown out, no prints on the door All he seen was blood stains, smear the damn floor 911, ambulance showed up Blood everywhere, paramedics throwin' up Cops cuffed him up, hit him with the charge But he was bangin' Mrs. Prixy at the Motor Lodge He got his alibis, gonna use 'em all He screwfaced the judge, he might take the fall Someone set him up, a botched robbery Mistaken identity, yeah it gotta be [Verse 4: Cappadonna] 17 years old, I'm headed back to the hole I'm mistaken identity, every way was sold I look like a hoodlum, I rock a lot of gold They lockin' everybody up, ship your ass up the road I ain't have a 9 on me, they was lyin' on me Court day with my old bird, they was spyin' on me Tried to set me up, plantin' coke in my pocket The beast pat me up, they won't let me off [Verse 5: Masta Killa] Na-n-n-n-n-nah it wasn't me It could never been the G-O-D, not me You terribly mistaken, son, I ain't the one We could never look nothin' like, whether near or far sight What resemblance does he strike? So my mic Fahrenheit W for my a-alike, your DNA match tight Even if they bite us, close but not quite They still tryna get it right, mistaken identity [Hook: Streetlife] Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy [Instrumental] Wanna go home and see my wife and kids Wanna go home and see my wife and kids Wanna go home.. Wanna go home.. Wanna go home.. Wanna go home.. [Hook: Streetlife] Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fast Shadow[Intro: Method Man & Ol' Dirty Bastard] DJ, I'm sayin' You could– you could just come over top of that shit Did I hear it? (Suck the dick, suck the dick) Nigga and bang your head, punk (Suck the dick, suck the dick) Uh, and it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't (Suck the dick, suck the dick) It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop (Suck… my… dick) [Verse 1: Method Man] It all starts with the pad and pen Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session? Once again on the run be the Black Stallion Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion, hmmm Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun I'mma get you none, accept challenge, uh Run a mile with a racist, they iced it, I aced it Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone Danger zone, that's my life and my song Keep it movin', hop along little doggies [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Uh, uh, uh, fuck thaaat! Drive The Mack Cadillac Dark shade the window all sunny and black Pitch antenna back of the car Inside is a TV, even a bar Bulletproof down, safe and sound Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all around Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise Ha-ha-ha! Enter [Verse 3: RZA] Yo, yo, my Wu-Tang clip will make your atom split The power of my brain, you can't fathom it Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain Don't ever say thy God name in vain My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe And record your words and your lies and approach you And have my Dogs come and Ghost you When it comes to the bread, son, the heat will toast you [Chorus: U-God] Music makes me lose control This is not just rock and roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On the rise, now here we go Guaranteed to flip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control Outta control, now here we go [Verse 4: Masta Killa] Yo, who got that nigga gassed like he can't get skimasked Abducted from his doorstep Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin', he's a glutton What I'm manifestin', each day is a lesson Y'all faggots came to the school of the 36 Chambers Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers Whatever [Chorus: U-God] Music makes me lose control This is not just rock and roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go Music makes me lose control Music makes me lose control Music makes me lose control This is not just rock and roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go Guaranteed to flip the show RZA beats is out of control Out of control, out of control Out of control, now here we goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Enter the Wu-Tang[Intro: sample] Gotta get that, all the way Gotta get that, all the way Gotta get that, all the way Gotta… [Verse 1: RZA] Provider of the blow, yo enter the Wu-Tang crew With verses that curses dudes like Tal Bo Designed by the mastermind on the mic (Ohh, We love you, Rakeem!) Yeah girl aight Recite to his vidals to idol my title There's no survival for any rival Check it check it, my style is perfected I attack when y'all least it expect it Corel pounds fouls with the Shaolin style Puff the White Owls then break wild Wild wild west, oh yes I suggest Ya bop to the beat, release all ya stress I got the proper hip-hop to rock ya Enter with the Wu-Tang flow, call a doctor But there's no sickness, only rhyme inflictness And a slang that seems to be addictive I got the new rocks, get on Shorty Doo Wop Love the baracud', come on dance on the block So go and do your thang and let me do my thang RZA with a bang, Enter the Wu-Tang [Chorus: RZA & sample] Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wuuu… Tang! My God! [Verse 2: RZA] Those who try to oppose me or even overthrow me I'm takin more falls than Wile E. Coyote You can't snag me, rag-tag or bag me I'd have your ass runnin like Scooby-Doo and Shaggy Make decisions, to what? ‘Catch that pigeon’ But I escape right from your fuckin vision Blasted, as I mastered you bastards You tried to be slick like Dastard, Dick Dastard I got the remedy to kill off my enemies Carry two guns all my time like Yosemite Sam, god damn, my style is mad flam I Slam! That's the kind of man that I am The black butterfly, what a guy! What a guy! Rhymes of harmony like a soft lullaby So give a suuu! Real love's gettin Power-U In ninety-two, Enter the Wu [Chorus: RZA & sample] Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wuuu… Tang! My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wuuu… Tang! My God! [Outro: RZA] Yea, the Wu-Tang Clan, somethin new in ninety-two Comin through with the Fatal Flying Guillotines So protect ya neck Power Equality, Allah Cee's Everything That means peace…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 16th Chamber[Intro: Method Man] 16th Chamber, temple number five [Method Man] Somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan I be comin, for that headpiece you can't cope For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat My peoples are you with me where you at? Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean like thick Niggas lookin all in my face like they want dick It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo' That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo' What is it? Niggas think they bigga Because they got the finga on the trigga of a biscuit They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice But he don't want the hassle Thought they trying to overthrow the castle Better yet the temple, I'm comin to your town Black down, the rental, car, the pistol YAH! If you don't want a burn from Glock Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what, the buck stops Here, no more dough will be made Unless it's being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh [Interlude: Raekwon] + (Method Man) Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four Temple number nine, temple number nine [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm the original G-O-D Making young ladies scream is my specialty When I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get hype From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped When I kill, that ol' mad rugged flow Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of disco Or a disco duck, I'm strictly hip hop Yo, Ason, what's up? I can't stop... Wu-Tanging, flipping the script and You could test my skills, but niggas must be trippin Coked up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz you're slippin While you sleep I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen As I, jump on stage, cold flip a rip a show Strip or rip a ho, ready like Bo Jackson while I'm still taxin, I'm maxin Relaxin, sittin backs and, laying tracks and Again and again when I rock this jam I wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand Introducin, the one-man band A child that's wild, now with the style, couldn't stand Niggas wanna jump, then stepped, to the center Of the rhyme inventor, MC tormentor You get jacked and slapped, across the MC map I laugh at ya ass, on a horse shack Come on through I black and blue your whole crew Then I get rudie with the Hong Kong Phooey The Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style That I lay down like tile Gotta hit you up, one blaow, so you better come down...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hold the Heater[Intro: RZA] Windshield, rappers are like gnats They're gettin' splattered 'pon the windshield Fallin' down like London Bridge, my blade split your onion head Axe that like Paul Bunyan, Meth prefers the gun instead Bong bong, put a hole inside your head [Hook] We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw [Verse 1: Cappadonna] How come the streets don't want me to live? Plus my niggas keep tellin' me fibs But the devil done poisoned my wiz I'm doin' this for my family and kids I'm tryna be wealthy, take my time right and stay healthy Said it before but I don't think nobody felt me Yo tried to understand this hand that this life dealt me I'm on the verge of a whole new makeover My fake friends, they can take it like a takeover I'm ready to eat, I'm ready to grip it Got enemies everywhere, I got chicks that's wicked Sick shit, niggas doin' wicked ass wig shit Bid shit, tellin' jakes that I had the biscuit Niggas be wantin' my leftovers I'm like a general that died and lost some of his best soldiers I burn holsters and I kill that dirt religion Murk that pigeon and I shoot the television [Verse 2: U-God] Got that trey pound on you, run down on you Hard-boiled nigga, Clan top soil My fam straight royal, I'ma die loyal When them shooters come for you, better throw your flag 'em I'm pure gun oil, let 'em see that hand cannon Foundation strong, never ride a bandwagon Andrew Jacksons, hand-to-hand transaction Cops jumped out, caught him with his pants saggin' Criminal individuals up in here Wild like the theme park ride called The Buccaneer Weed in the Tupperware, throw you off the upper tiers Suweeee, I got all my niggas up in here [Hook] We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw [Bridge: RZA] Imagine the sound of your face scrapin' up against the gate Of a barbed wire fence, this is barbed iron fist Heartthrob, iron dick, hoes slob the knob quick This is odd, so throw it in your iPod quick [Verse 3: GZA] Lifeless activity, constant movement Buyin' elasticity, such improvement Sword held to where it collapses inward Spillin' rhymes if it's Shaolin vineyards RZA had a mixture, then he added sound to the picture Co-author rewrote the scripture Math worked from birth, doubled the net worth Amplified in the time machine of early Earth A two-way radio, simple yet complex Receivers, transmitters, interest to contacts The emergence of the earliest atoms Transform to a level extremely hard to fathom Same soup, different bowl, Wu ceramics Same group on them large-scale dynamics A wave triggered the burst, glass was shattered Galactic matter served on a graphic platter [Hook] We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw [Verse 4: Method Man] Overachiever, power hungry overeater I95, whip fly like an overseer I'm overconfident but some might say I'm overeager Or overzealous, especially when it's over cheeba I got a soldier's features, I rock the coldest sneakers My sneakers' so cold, can't wear 'em 'less you hold the heater Can't push me over either, that go for dojas I ain't got no love for posers neither, keep my composure I'm focused, tryna roll the reefer, let's turn it up Forget the cope, I'm tryna blow the speaker, that's all he wrote One verse could turn your soul to ether It's time you gave me my respects just like the old Aretha Mr. Meeeth [Hook] We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw [Spoken Words]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wu-Wear: The Garment Renaissance[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 diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles Nickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physical Insulated thermal Wallabees drain they co four butt solos Photographic prototype static-free motivated soldier Or Wu say boulder head flower You can detect the true and living God from his aura Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate And drunk grape concentrate, with sodium benzoate Fried the chicken thighs in triglycerides And his bitch advertised her breast size Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes Then he became highly civilized And spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance And stopped wearing Benetton Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and Lee fitted Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear [Chorus: Method Man] Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Ain't what you waaaaaant [Verse Two: Cappadonna] Pelle Pelle had the top dresser One man catalog the London Fog casual hog Bear denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king Everyday, DLO jacket equipped with the drawstring Fila supply big daddy Starter hat, The brown-skin derby match the Tommy Hill; Advil Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine In this like Macy's or Bloomingdale's The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cappa fleece wear One wear plaza, Donna hold the best of all year Plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear [Verse Three: Method Man] Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Just come see me Satisfaction guaranteed baby Just hold your own baby And just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind Feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby Ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low It goes Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece Hard time and killer tactics [Verse Three: Method Man] Just hold your own baby And just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind Feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby Ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low It goes Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece Hard time and killer tactics [Verse Three: Method Man] Just hold your own baby And just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind Feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby Ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low It goes Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece Hard time and killer tacticsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Never Let Go[Sample: Martin Luther King] I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. Five score years ago, a great American in whose symbolic shadow we stand today [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Look, homicide is illegal, death is a penalty Never let go when you've got ahold of your enemy Eagle claw cobra clutch by any means necessary I’ll never let it go, see my shadow ninja mic flow I throw a great archer dart arrow to your temple Almighty bow of Ulysseus the indigenous Plan of the Wu-Tang Clan became a world brand We never let it go, we talk a half a mil a show [Verse 2: GZA] Never let go of your mind It’s a terrible thing to waste To lose, but it’s very hard to find Being that ignorance is lethal We must touch hearts, tune souls, harmonize the people Never let go of your plan, execute So when you shoot, inspire everyone on the land Never lose knowledge of yourself For it may become risk to your health And great loss of wealth [Verse 3: Method Man] Never let go of your cream, never let go of your dream Players retire, but they never let go of the team If you a rider then you never let go of that thing Pull up your mans’ like you better let go of that bling This life’s crazy, too many life sentences, maybe Fatherless babies on the block but they father 380 That’s just the hood lately, never let go I’m what the hood made me Momma told me to find a good lady [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] Never let go of staring at the death Like yo, that's your best blow I still hold on like En Vogue The cold go to war with the heat Eyes wide, never falling asleep All the talking is cheap Call'em, ultimate warrior, W.W.F I come up victorious, struggle is nothing to Deck Set it straight for the seeds, to see a better new Take the real life by the rings and I ain’t letting go I ain’t letting go [Chorus] No matter what the odds be No matter how hard we You never let go [Verse 5: U-God] Never let go of the fight, never let go of the mic My honesty, my values, my loyalty, my pride And memory of those who have passed to the other side Never letting go, I’m never letting go of my beliefs My faith, convictions, real Both hands holding on, never let go the wheel We hood legends, misunderstood These lessons, learned Growing up for manhood Keep focus on the prize what you better do A little taste of heaven, sunshine is where we headed to States what’s ahead of you, always on the schedule Smoke the gold leaf down to the residue Letting go, is something that I never do Those who let go, live life regrettable Never let go of your hope or your rope Eyes on the prize, never let go of the scope When I’m in jail, never let go of the soap Hold on, boy, never let go [Verse 6: RZA] Never let go, the all-eye-seeing, the supreme Never let go the love of your seeds, or your queen Never let go your heart, or the place you started The feeling that I had, Wu-Tang had just charted The old earth departed, I give thanks to the martyrs I never let go the love I have for thy father Never let go the glow The more I know the more that it shows I won’t let go, even if I decompose Your seed will carry it on, we need to carry it on Pass the baton, life is just the marathon And ain't' playing to win it, it’s an epidemic Never let go, that’s what the god recommended [Chorus] [Sample: Martin Luther King] And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. Who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. For many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedomEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Semi-Automatic: Full Rap Metal Jacket[Chorus: U-God] You can’t hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can’t hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic [Verse 1: U-God] I make mean lean when I pump my spunk And hands of chump, of machine gun funk I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas With rigormor’, I hit you in the core and Pop your legs well in the figure four You can’t stop the force when the blood is coursin’ Extortion, I’m comin’ like the headless horseman Enforcin’, torturous slang from a fortune Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins Don’t pop Glocks at me then cop a plea A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea Deep depths make rappers salted Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, often Lay down them lines with them hard hits And I’m harmin’, bombin’ with heavy bombardments Pushin’ poetry like weed by the pounds Underground railroad RZA track, lay it down I’m hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement Knock you in the head, you wonder where the days went It’s golden bangles, microphone gettin’ strangled Five-star general, scars you want to angle Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings [Chorus: U-God] You can’t hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can’t hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can’t hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can’t hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes MC’s are shot down long range with sniper aim No question marks, the session starts with sparks My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts Universal soldier, MO’s the holder Globe in both hands, born to be sole controller Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash Slip past C-Cyphers and the flash from the photograph Best-seller compose a rough draft Razor Sharp vocabulary cut glass Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse You can’t catch my style with bugs and phone taps Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines, regardless Hard targets, underground like black markets Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura Importer of rough raps that’s snuck cross the border Semi-automatic attack’ll spray y’all Liquid Sword swingin’, slay all, I’m AWOL [Chorus: U-God] You can’t hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can’t hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can’t hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic [Verse 3: Streetlife] Wu-Tang be Killin’ You Softly With This Song You won’t survive the outcome, I bring Def Jams to your eardrums P.L.O. hits the hardest, regardless Felony offenders catchin’ murder one charges Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases The dark crusader jackin’ cats in elevators I Strike Back like the Jedi from N.Y It’s I, illerfyin’, dope rhyme supplyin’ I be all you need to rock these mic devices Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I’m not your basic street entrepreneur, crime tour, packs the luger High pursuit for the CREAM like the Bodyguard from Bejing Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene On your facilities, the penalty, DOA Bomb shell your burrow like Bombay Opposites attack, that’s why these thieves stay strapped As we travel the globe to put Shaolin on the map I show loyalty to my fans fully Operational raps that bust through your skully I’m rated second-to-none, I be the top gun From the land of the Slums, spittin’ blades from my tongue Park Hill slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper Heat-seeker, sounds that be attackin’ your speaker Watch me bang the headpiece, kid, there’s no survival My flow lights up the block like a homicidal Murder, underground beef for the burger P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard ofEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Crushed Egos[Intro: Kung-Fu Sample] You've practiced 20 years? You must be extremely good then Perhaps, you'll try with me [Verse 1: Raekwon] Come and taste my seasonin', Chef, the cooking that is marvelous Back over a stove, makin' your mouth water, you starve for this Exclusive sneakers with hard denim, heavyweight A neighbor illustrated Alex Haley with paper (paper) Waves spinnin' like the Titanic, come take a float on Silky like King Henry VIII’s robe in late spring Restaurants with skeleton keys, it's big business Well groomed and elegant posture is real dapper Status is gigantic, coats is alpaca Meetings in the Vatican, drinkin' scotch with the Muscle Milk Praises go to Ason, the dynasty Mr. Russell built Feed me royal shottas with Glocks, clean 'em with GT Oil China dolls from Bangkok, we bang 'em, train 'em and make 'em loyal Trees stank, she come kiss the top of my Yves Saint Wise-Universal Tang when I bang Grizzly with the big bank, it's 5 stars, y'all, when I call rank [Hook: RZA] Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang crush These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust This ashes to ashes to dust to dust These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang crush These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust This ashes to ashes to dust to dust These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord [Verse 2: Raekwon] Rifles out, bear like the Russian Octagon tuggin' silk drawers frontin', while her head stuntin' Mulsannes flood the garage Man the goats launchin' charge cards from Africa Catch me in the hookah lodge Brains linked, twisted Cohibas, say the seeds bang Coffee pots with graveyard rings, flippin' Gs Yankee hoodlum on the top of the charts Dart throwers, they're sharks Everybody run When my gun barks [Bridge: RZA] Non-athletic anti-semetic synthetic rappers get no credit Pathetic septic lines, incompetent styles not embedded Wu-Tang slang bangs in your brain, this is not genetic, prophetic Unadulterated talent while y'all talk that bullshit rhetoric [Hook: RZA] Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang crush These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust This ashes to ashes to dust to dust These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord Where is the money? Ha ha...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Chrome Wheels[Chorus: Madame D] Woke up this morning Smoked some sticky green to get me started Choclate Thai, all in my eye I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep Bang that shit retarded [Intro: RZA, (12 O'Clock)] Bob Digi, (Sun Zeini) P. Sunn, (12 O'Clock) Two On Da Road on this, 12 O'Clock I love my brother to death that old hip-hop Catch this! Hot Nix' You know? Big tits [Verse 1: 12 O'Clock] I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest A bitch named Celeste I met her when I was goin to cash a Def Jam check She had some big ass breasts I had to catch her like a shortstop on the Mets A nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best Remember grandmother live on Louis and Lex I remember Dirt Dog crashed his white Lex I remember me and Meth won a dice game against Ghost and Deck Remember Portland had Clyde Drex' Remember 12 O'Clock is a vet Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep, keep 'em on a leash I move like days in a week Niggas don't know the face and names on my teeth Niggas carry a chrome piece, and separate the heat Ain't scared of the motherfuckin' police [Verse 2: RZA as Bobby Digital] Guns jammed up, I'm cramed up in my lab Six niggas, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic And two niggas hooked on pussy And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons And learned how operate the Smith and the Wesson Still cut class and played hookey Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave 'em nookies Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks Big forehead, had ears like Spock He was mightier than a truckload of gats And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat [Verse 3: Raekwon] What up kid? Stay winnin', seen you look good You look live in ya linen and you survived ninth innin' The hood got us off the prop without women All my niggas that ride that provide to the end of this [Hook: Madame D] Ain't nothin' but the real Ain't nothin' but the real Ain't nothin' but the real Million dollar deals Rollin' on Chrome Wheels Ain't nothin but the real [Interlude: Prodigal Sunn] Yeah, uh-huh, yeah This one's on P. Sunn, word up? Yeah, uh-huh [Verse 4: Prodigal Sunn] We gamble the dice Remain humble, scramble through the jungle of life While the we rumble with the foul and trife Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice Made men think twice about the sacrifice Black on white, write it for the world to hear Write it for my fam who not here who do care Glance and stare, why when you can't compare? From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hair Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare Bass and drums, see my face in the slums Pedia Brown, media surround my sound When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound Sample with black, criminal, mechanical rap Assemblin hat, laced in a suit from Phat Two On Da Road, got them bitches screamin', "Who Dat?" Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that [Chorus: Madame D] Woke up this morning Smoked some sticky green to get me started Choclate Thai, all in my eye I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep Bang that shit retarded Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital Please don't get me started [Bridge: Madame D] No, no, no, no, no, no Live it up, live it up Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no [Chorus: Madame D] Woke up this morning Smoked some sticky green to get me started Choclate Thai, all in my eye I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep Bang that shit retarded Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital Please don't get me started [Outro: Prodigal Sunn] Bang us in ya Jeeps Shaolin! Bobby Digital Uh-huh, Sunn who? Yeah Haha! Yeah! Get that money y'all Get that money y'all Get that money y'all Shout in pain Uh-huh, yeah Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazinEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pioneer The Frontier[Refrain: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Enter the Wu-Tang zone Enter the Wu-Tang zone Enter the Wu-Tang zone Enter the Wu-Tang zone [Verse 1: RZA] We don't hunt deer Vegetarian dishes from the concierge Presidential suites, presidential treats Brazilian models, oilin' up my feet 10 days a month, my girl pays for lunch 3 days a week, we work out at Crunch Time after time, line after line Our stock increases, rhyme after rhyme In the valley, of San Fernando Found Q-Tip's wallet in El Segundo Prolly been spotted on Telemundo With more wild cards than a box of Uno That spin like propeller, my dog like Old Yeller Holler at the moon, my goons at Coachella [Refrain: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Enter the Wu-Tang zone Enter the Wu-Tang zone Enter the Wu-Tang zone Enter the Wu-Tang zone [Verse 2: U-God] I got my hands in the pot, 500 grand in the yacht I'm the dope man with plans to expand on every block Wu-brand, legendary hands, hard as penitentiary rock Now put that to your temple, the Wu symbol's 'bout to drop Insert the beam on my Glock, got that lean in my bottle What that mean? High self esteem, straight cream on the top Ridin' chops similar to UFC kickbox, kick rocks Dirty trucker pit stops, shit, grams in a Ziploc Watch how the pitbull lock his jaws, then lock your doors Feds watch the boards, hip hop spills out my pores I be raw, for fourscore plus 7 more The Clan rock the tours, we be them reservoir dogs [Hook: RZA] Pioneer the frontier Pioneer the frontier Pioneer the frontier Pioneer the frontier [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Guaranteed I bang hard I plan to leave the game large, no brainwash The devil himself could not persuade God, my blade's sharp Circle my square, I dare you Braveheart Before I leave your head in your hands, what's your name, huh? My lines get in your cells like 7 Ls Any problem, I address you like I'm sendin' you mail Let me do well, they'd rather see me dead or in jail But let it be my life story if they ever do tell Know I died for what I live An intimate connection for that infinite reflection That's my wife and my kids, there's a price on my lid So now my stock's high and shots fired My niggas who was tight with the kid I'm hot as Hell's Kitchen with the oven on Deck bomb, teflon the rappers nothin' to a don If I'm frontin' then respond if not, throw up your arms It's the Killer Bee swarm and your set, the fuck is y'all? [Verse 4: Masta Killa] You entering the 36, mastering the 18 Sliding across chamber sixth, hands down that'll crush bricks Backs that’ll break bats, this is what y'all wanted back Classic Wu RZA track with Mathematic actual facts That weigh heavy, the universal striking attack Dance the drunken medley, long axe blade, machete The shadow stepping ninja [Hook: RZA] Pioneer the frontier Pioneer the frontier Pioneer the frontier Pioneer the frontierEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wolves[Chorus: George Clinton] The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa [Verse 1: U-God] Yo, must I flex my cash to sex yo' ass? I wet the Ave. when I set my path The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built to long last Grab my money clip, I hit the bong fast Earn my respect, my checks they better cash Finger on the trigger with my nigga Fred Glass Knuckles is brass, start snuffin you fast Jumpin outta cabs, grabbin money bags Next shot go right through your hovercraft You do the math my acid tongue slash When will you learn it's return of Shaft The genuine thriller, the Miller Draft My force might blur, the Porsche'll purr The apple martini, of course it's stirred I'll do the honor, the Shaolin bomber Shark skin armor, I'll bring the drama [Chorus: George Clinton] The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa [Verse 2: Method Man] Damn, defecatin' on the map Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap How real is that, cause niggas hatin on the fact That the kid is blazin this track and hatin on 'em back My dough's stacked up with O's, who the mack Duckin po'-po's blowin smoke O's in the 'Llac To be exact, don't want no hassle with the stack In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the back Yeah, it's all grillin, how the fuck y'all feelin? Non-stop park killin, on the block we was killin 'em The arch villans, when the blood start spillin Any stuck start squealin, body bags we was fillin 'em Yeah, now I got it in the smash Ounce of marijuana and a llama in the dash Me and my comrades followin the cash And livin e'ry day like tomorrow is the last [Chorus: George Clinton] The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa [Bridge: George Clinton] I'm like the St. Bernard to ya baby When you're lost out in the snow Like a coyote out on the desert Where the foxes never go And the wolf, they never go [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Yo, would you recognize a jewel for what it is when you see it? Or would you take it for somethin else and get tore the fuck up? Men come together for the common cause To beat yo' ass, just because There's a line you don't cross offendin the boss While of course his one selectin through your head shot I'm back in the yard again, the bars callin 15 sets of this will have you swollen Ladies like, "Damn papa you lookin right I'd love to give you some of this pussy and I'm a dyke" I write when the energy's right to spark friction DJ cuttin it, spinnin it back mixin Great pop knock tickin, poetry description For the motion picture reenactment Activate a hired assassin, keep it classic Rap evolution every black, yo pass that [Chorus: George Clinton] The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of GrandpaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy America[Intro: Killah Priest, Raekwon] Continous Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin? Wu-Tang Aiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I'mma shoot over here On that AIDS thing YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quick and get this done Yo, yo [Verse 1: Killah Priest] When you're sexually frustrated, plus waited for a long time You both had strong minds Combined with feelings, she seems appealing, for each other Discreet lover, no longer keeps rubbers Smothered under deep covers Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams Enough to make you hold hands and plus you a bold man You fall in a manhole, where the forbidden tree grow And bullshit ego, of fly negro Her garden sour, polluted with a dead flower Months later, he's layin on a respirator Depending on a generator, to keep his heart moving And start losing sight in his right eye In weeks he might die [Raekwon] I know this dope-fiend cat, word up, his name is Javier Part-time shooter sharing needles in the stairs Wise guys disguised as a fly guy, you getting high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye You's a menace, your brain cells finished Begging forgiveness, calling that up top shit syphillis You know what you was gettin into Try to guess on what I've been through Fuck shorty raw then she scared you [Hook: Raekwon] AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo Coming from the Wu, it's real AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo Coming from my crew, it's real [Verse 2: RZA] My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck Everything exotic bitches down to ugly ducks Like Nancy, who liked the fancy tickles so he put popsicles On her nipples to make her sex passion triple quadriple Until she bust Overcome with passion, big ass want lust upon him But nigga he forsake to grab the condom Fuck it, he said AIDS, was government made To keep niggas afraid so they won't get laid no babies be made And the black population will decrease within a decade German warfare product against the dark shade [Hook] AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo Coming from my crew, it's real AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo Coming from the Wu, it's real [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Caught by the gravitation earth rotation Six in the sex is deep, when you can't see clear Through the sheer brassiere, toke back Smoking a spliff, sippin cognac, God You know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracks Got her fat ass layin flat on her back [Inspectah Deck] Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige Alize pours, the radio play, Marvin Gaye What's Going On? As she screams Sexual Healing Couldn't fight the feeling her legs hit the ceiling Hitting all positions dipped in for quick love She's professional, she does this shit in strip clubs Flied in June until she Acquired Immune Deficiency Now misery is the syndrome [Outro: Raekwon and others] Oh shit, God that's wild Damn, that's some cherry flavor shit going on though kid For real, knowhatI'msayin? What about the exotic type Caskets is waitin for brothers Word up slide on the joints baby Before you go to sex take protection Word up AIDS kills, word up respect this America Is Dying Slowly (4x) Yeah, word yo, sliding up in this store right here I ain't even playing that man, for real Dig it Respect how I'm living kid Here forever, word up Lubricated joints, ribbed joints is bangin But they still playing the hotel door man Word, you know how that be though, you know how that be Yo, just gettin to be too old Chick over there lookin like Sonny and Cher Over there Yeah America Is Dying Slowly Surely America Is Dying Slowly America Is Dying Slowly Remember that! Syndrome, be the resident America Is Dying Slowly Wu-Tang, Syndrome, be the resident Noodles, Bobby Steels, Lou Diamonds, Killer Priest Rolly Rollie Fingers, Johnathan Blaze, Maximillion Prodigal Sons, Anthony Starks, Hellrazor Prodigal Son, and in the place, Sixty Second Sunz of Man, Gambinos, forever... Keep it safe! Ol Dirt Schultz, word up baby Protect yourself! Keep it safeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The W[Verse 1: GZA] I grew up around block parties ready to rock Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck And each link in your chain is trucked No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper I live around DJ's, b-boys, MC's Through rap never thinkin' +Airways+ are TVs It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout +Rec Room+, 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt Now his wigs pushed back Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact (Yo) [Hook x2: U-God] Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ [Verse 2: Method Man] MC's have the right to remain silent Everything you say can and will be used against y'all muh'fuckers And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya busta It gets no rougher when, me and my comrades rush ya Like red heat with hammers and sickles I milk like ya baby mama's nipples, got issues It's just us, so what's what if any can touch us Then lord strike me down where I stand at now Wit this bottle of Remy, gettin' fucked up child, listen The most notable MC, ya source for hip hop quotable MC Of course it's Tical! [Hook] [Verse 3: U-God] The Princess, the Pope, incest, dope Choke you by the throat, the chrome handle smoke The man not for joke, we all out for broke Plus the herbal that I tote, the murder that I wrote You can't do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton I'm comin' from the slum, Wu is number one I stumbled on the drum, the Gods are troublesome +Rumble+ when we come, boy you better +Run+, +Run+ [Hook] [Verse 4: Raekwon] Aiyo, it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips Flashin' mega bricks, outfits, rock ridiculous whips, bitch Wavy hair, men of the year, bent in the stairs Sick winter gear, been on position is where Call him an Asiatic God-body, +Longevity+ Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped Swing through the hood calmly Yo what up? Staten Island, Bush, George Dust your shit off, whips spin off Get off, slips, which, wiz Mind di-tects mines, lines lick sick nines Pick wines, lift up, bill a nigga six flies Dip wide, dress my shit up, fuck six times, wish mine Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Babies[Chorus: Madame D] Light is shining, beauty sunshine Here comes one-time, the ball was so fine Heat is blazing, the kids were playing His partner was shady, trying to slave the babies [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] A-yo, they didn't know the cop was crooked He had blow out in Brooklyn All this while he let the fiends cook it The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missing The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens Even though her leg was bitten Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins Paleface cop who done popped the best And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some niggas know him as the Godson of Gotti And his black partner, he was scared to speak He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks He saw his colleague pick up money before leaving his beat They call him desk duty, Robocop, younger dudes Call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block [Chorus: Madame D] Light is shining, beauty sunshine Here comes one-time, the ball was so fine Heat is blazing, the kids were playing His partner was shady, trying to slave the babies [Verse 2: Raekwon] Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor His partner turned red in his waist, maced her, smacked her With the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her Heard she was dusted, must've been the way they threw the cuffs on her She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid Waving her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five Wildest niggas just smiling cause it look live They gave her forty years in New Orleans, calling me wodie Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid [Chorus: Madame D] Light is shining, beauty sunshine Here comes one-time, the ball was so fine Heat is blazing, the kids were playing His partner was shady, trying to slave the babies [Verse 3: GZA] You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crime-y cat You sometime me, don't need to remind me about Living in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store The bum holding the door, the mugging no one saw We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores Small percentage determined to strengthen they position Transformation from critical to stable condition But it still be obstacles on niggas that's optical Watching you like salt-water sharks that's tropical The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it Whether—hold up, set up, stabbing or a wet up Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts And for some, another way out, is music and sports That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot That won the championship with just O on the clock [Chorus: Madame D] Light is shining, beauty sunshine Here comes one-time, the ball was so fine Heat is blazing, the kids were playing His partner was shady, trying to slave the babies Light is shining, beauty sunshine Here comes one-time, the ball was so fine Heat is blazing, the kids were playing His partner was shady, trying to slave the babiesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One of These Days[Chorus: Donny Hathaway sample & Inspectah Deck] One of these days and it won't be long It won't be long now One of these days and it won't be long You bound to come up One of these days and it won't be long Keep your eyes on us One of these days and it won't be long Yeah, yeah, Deck [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I'm from the home where the buffalo roam And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck Talk with signs up, walk with the iron tucked Leave your eyes wide shut Money bag's on the table, gots to get my cut Rebel I city slicker, pick up a pretty sister Dig her out on the table, bent off the Rémy liquor Head splitter, deliver so cold I send shivers For many figures, battle the world or any nigga I'm uptown Saturday night like Bill Cos' Got weed in the jars with vanilla cigars On the strip, eyeballin' the chicks, all in the mix Gassed off of my shit, vibratin' the whip [Chorus: Donny Hathaway sample & Raekwon] One of these days and it won't be long That's what you call it pa One of these days and it won't be long Chef [Verse 2: Raekwon] Yo I'm sicker than the V12 X5 With cracks in the Rolly jumper all we do is Drink fuckin' Drive Real niggas raise up, Mommy get your feet off the table The cable look bare, my man got me one on his ankle It's nothin' for me to get up with you, Dutch with you Blow off them matches and sit up with you Aiyo the streets, what is gettin' more crazy? Stressin' me never, investin' the leathers, we all into things blazin' Slingin' coke is just a normal habit, rappers we wear Straddlers with cannons and hatchets gettin' cheers Yatzis are fresh off the block, block squeezin', it's real If we get real, pop pop, poppin' at your blocks equal Take these niggas and throw 'em in lakes, it's business Rake these niggas on the mic, display your ninjas Nines crowns versus your nine towns Run up with nine 9's, brown down, get to lyin' you down [Chorus: Donny Hathaway sample, Raekwon, (U-God)] One of these days and it (Yo) won't be long That's what you call it pa One of these days and it won't be long (Yo, yo) [Verse 3: U-God] I come from the slums, I ain't no dummy My testament talk, represent money This Verbal Intercourse, fueled by exhaust The bread winner, head spinner, coldest with the force No remorse, endorse the rap artist So flamboyant cos I pimp slap the hardest Ever since the Triumph we've been missin' them soldiers We came tonight, boy the mission is cobra, full exposure Bulldoze through the rubbish, I'm in too deep, boy I just gotta love this, they call me too sweet One of the nine brothers, I'm so unique Every line that smother, the situation's grim It's a bloody sin cos every time I want out they pull me back in I see my reflection in the chrome MAC-10 Ask the passer who's faster with the pen That bullet, nine hollows, amorettos That's how I like it, sweat on my wine bottles The automobiles with them shiny assed hubs The endo pull, with the bathtub club, my angel's in the mud Veteran smile, that's gangsta shit, that American style Dig it, prick my prey off I'm quick to slay with the rapid-fire shit, caught by the ricochet, nigga [Chorus: Donny Hathaway sample & Raekwon] (I got to know) One of these days and it won't be long That's what you call it pa One of these days and it won't be long One of these days and it won't be long That's what you call it pa One of these days and it won't be long (I got to know) One of these days and it won't be long That's what you call it pa One of these days and it won't be long (I got to know) One of these days and it won't be long That's what you call it pa One of these days and it won't be long (I got to know) [Outro: Donny Hathaway sample] One of these days and it won't be longEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Second Coming[Intro: ?] *weather and* *always* Damn man these radio stations be bugging It's three o'clock in the morning Damn, this hip hop shit just keep it They gotta slow this shit down man, you know what I mean? [Verse 1: Tekitha] Fiends were never waiting in the hill They ran one step ahead But the jiggy was always there Upon the project pavement There was death, enslavement of the mind Single mothers are filled with stress As I lay there with my baby We would look, from the window, and cry Then suddenly in the sky Between the new world ages We were blessed, and Wu-Tang fills the ear With the melody of a train (Lord is suddenly here!) [Chorus: Tekitha] False MC's are melting in the dark, all the weak LP's are Going dowwwwwwwwwwwwwn God released the tape out, early May And, I don't think the world can take it Cause it took so long to make it And the hip-hop game'll never be the sammmmmmme Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang [Verse 2: Tekitha] Upon the project pavement There was death, enslavement of the mind Single mothers are filled with stress Between the new world ages We were blessed, and Wu-Tang fills the air With the knowledge that God posses As I lay there with my baby We would look, from the window, and cry Then the Wu-Tang sign appears, in the sky [Chorus: Tekitha] Billboards started melting in the dark, all the weak MC's are Going dowwwwwwwwwwwn God released the tape of, Earthly pain And, I don't think the world can take it Cause it took so long to make it And the hip-hop game'll never be the sammmmme And I don't think the world can take it Cause it took so long to make it And the hip-hop game'll never be the sammmmme [Outro: Tekitha] Hey, hey, hey Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-TangEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shaolin Worldwide"Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface {sample repeats in background of Street's intro} [Intro: Streetlife, (Method Man)] Yo, yo; Never doubt the Life (EHHHH! YO!) Yo Who the fuck are you to criticize me? Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey Yo (respect, that's my word) [Verse 1: Streetlife] Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen All my life I've been poverty stricken Always took what's mines, never was given A second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position Street jurisdictions, nigga, no restriction Concrete composition for emcee's in submission Special edition crash course mission Push through like the task force and crush all competition See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin Greet your man posted up like two little bitches When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes I got no love for fans that's fake-ass niggas I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot biscuit These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district Leave no fingerprints and no survivin witness [Chorus: Method Man] Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide (yo, yo Math!) It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese katana Ninja coma, piranhas crack teeth on my armor Scandalous, I ran contra-bomber Stalker like rebels of Rwanda Death before dishonor, snake charmer Persona of one who makes drama Godfather 4 type saga Tuckin a revolver in my parka Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder Fear the bow of the silent archer Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter Poison darter, news photographers document the horror While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar Your highnes, the crowd hollar Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma Crowd sponsor, hotter than Bahama steam saunas The Rebel of opera, popped off the chocolate and the ?gosha? Monster truck crush you imposters [Chorus: Method Man] Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! [Verse 3: Method Man] I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential Overlooked 'cause y'all can't understand what I been through You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to Actin like the street, they ain't got no street credentials Crack villains, raps be killin instrumentals The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials Up shit's creek lookin for some more shit to get into Got the Clan jewels as I continue To serve you everythin on that's on the menu With Chef John Jacob Remember Sunz Of Man told you Wake Up? My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me Shaolin What? Don't get it fucked up and cross me Rappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossy Say it ain't so! Bust the callico Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go [Chorus: Method Man] Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! "wantin respect--wantin respect" -- Ghostface "Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface "wantin respect--wantin respect" -- Ghostface "wantin respect, sharpest niggas in the..." -- GhostfaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sunlight[Sample] The heart is the general, the eyes are the scouts The fists are the arrows, the body is the bow All movements have to be.... [Intro: Raekwon] It's phat, man, it's phat, man [RZA] I'm the 7 in the center of the sun, I keep shining My inner light would turn my baby's tear drop to small diamonds That be twinkling, while my love be sprinkling We stay young while your old wicked faces be wrinkling Allah's the most gracious, he made the universe the most spacious Seen and heard in all places, but still appear faceless Embraces all races, all caste and all cases In every spec of life he's the substance of all traces The answer to all questions, the spark of all suggestions Of righteousness, the pathway to the road of perfection Who gives you all and never ask more of you The faithful companion that fights every war with you Before the mortal view of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you searching for the oracle A mission impossible, purely philosophical But you call him on your death bed when you laying in the hospital And as you play all day like the grasshopper who work and toil Like armies of ants carrying stones of soil Building a home for themselves and storing food At night we praise Allah and adore the moon In sync like the flow of the Nile, the growth of a child Only fearing God, we great a ghost with a smile That which is spirit is spirit, which is flesh is flesh Meaning life has no partnership with death Yo, I've been highly misunderstood by those who met us They had ears of corn and heads of lettuce Mentally dead, essentially led By the false teachings, and eventually pledge Their allegiance, to that which was against them And exempt them from the truth Then juiced them and pimped them To give it in tithes, so the church can rise While their babies home hungry covered with flies Bzzzz, trying to harness the wind Allah's the father from without and within On Christ return, who will announce him? Every tree is numbered, but who can count them? The name of all things on this world, who can pronounce them? Allah's the father of all, why do you doubt him? [Sample] The heart is the general, the eyes are the scouts The fists are the arrow, the body is the bow All movements have to be natural The wrist must be strong and the fingers powerful Fast, high kicks, a good firm stance Avoid the enemy's strong points... Eagle's Claw!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy On That Sht Again[Intro: RZA] The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo Champagne nights on the corner mad heavy Around the time when I was beefing with Wizzy Starks, State, and Claybourne drawers Dickin' bitches down, they man come through Damn near kissed the ground Jumping out of big shit with Benetton pajamas on Line my soldiers up, strategize, then I move my pawns Should've been Italian how I'm getting that parmesan Talkin' bout the ones you keep putting those commas on And I'ma keep hope alive 'Cause mad lil' niggas look up to me outside Breaking dawn blunted, yums in they mouth I drop a jewel, they see the C-ciphers then bounce Peace God, you see Rae, yo, tell 'em I said I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads I'll be back around 6PM Juma prayers around 1 o'clock Plus I gotta pick up these gems 'Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill, I'm supposed to be starring You know how I do, son Nugget stones with the blue ones And coming with me is a few guns [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in Bet against me? You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in Bet against me? You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in [Verse 2: RZA] Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless Peep this, I closed down the Kith store for thousand dollar sneakers Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie Hudlin From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous You can't outthink the RZA, nigga, I'll make your brain shrink My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc And yeah, I got that iron just in case the emcee think He can take it to the streets, then watch his ass become extinct Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex I turn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Ayy, yo, last night my sugar was five hundred That Log Cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred That's thirteen units of insulin Brought it back down now everything is official in like Michelin Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan And all my old girlfriends is jumping on my dick again [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in Bet against me? You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in Bet against me? You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up inEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Monument[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now? Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now? Yeah yeah yeah.. Historical and monumental shit What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball I'll make a mural out his face up on a damn wall Niggas play hard and shit; if you know what's best for you Y'all niggas better safeguard your shit Even though we rep brass knuckle rap Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap Street niggas now the corporate boss Still go to y'all restaurant for steamed fish and Irish moss And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb Your whole show wack and I'mma cancel your sitcom Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired and real calm You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm The way we blow shit is a shame Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggas Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, now [Verse 2: Raekwon] Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs That's my specialty, more to bust Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster, Lord I analyze your work those that got merked were not established Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry S-5, blowin through Asbury Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand Them them niggas, robbin from Pinkhouse's Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand See the color of the carved out Wu emblem Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him [Verse 3: GZA] Move up the block, giant box blast my song Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris I zoom in, while the listeners tune in Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed He produce at unattainable rains of top speed This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant Was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise Starlight scope, with the night vision device Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice {*GUNBLAST*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shaolin Brew[Verse 1: Method Man] Oh, yeah, comin' through with my Shaolin crew 2 Cent for a Kase, gimme St. Ides brew In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans Meth Tical's in the jam, oh, how dry I am! [Verse 2: Raekwon] With St. Ides in my system Crack another, I'm blessed, let's go get the next one And get over, the object is to stay sober Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Call me the Wallabee Champ, stressed out, could never be, son Ricochet daily, hit the deli for a cold one Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam That blows in the bushes, St. Ides fill the canteen [Verse 4: U-God] Crack the bottle of the St. Ides Sippin' to those who don't realize That drinkin' ain't only to be drunk You can't drive, keep my peoples alive And if the Saint don't know you from a can of paint [Verse 5: RZA] It was hot on the spot so I jetted up the block I saw Akh with an Ides, I could tell by the dot On the back he be buildin', not that charcoal filtered Ice cold bottle tilted, to my cup and spilled it Ahh, St. Ides, St. Ides ...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Triumph (Video Version)[Produced by RZA] / [Directed by Brett Ratner] [TV speaker] We’ve just received a report that New York City is under attack by swarms of killer bees. They’ve been seen approaching from Brooklyn, the Bronx, Queens, and Staten Island. We urge you to stay in your homes at this time, as we will be bringing you up-to-the-minute information. This just in: Police are reporting that there’s a man on top of a skyscraper, ready to jump. I’m told that he is possibly Ol’ Dirty, a member of the Wu-Tang Clan. The police suspect that there could be some connection between this old dirty man, and the killer bees [Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] What y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers This '97 Aight my niggas and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to '79 [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries Lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous Ultraviolet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millennium Killer Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Bees ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow, swinging swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block [Verse 2: Method Man] As the world turns, I spread like germ Bless the globe with the pestilence The hard-headed never learn This my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life standing firm On foreign land jump the gun out the frying pan into the fire Transform into the Ghost Rider A six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire Who got my back in the line of fire holding back? What? My peoples if you with me, where the fuck you at? Niggas is strapped and they're tryna twist my beer cap It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm What the blood clot? We smoke pot and blow spots You want to think twice? I think not The Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums [Verse 3: Cappadonna] I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loop my voice on the LP Martini on the slang rocks, certified chatterbox Vocabulary 'Donna talking, tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother kid Run for your team and your "six can't rhyme" groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted My deadly notes reign supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my thought, I got the fashion Catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard] The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang [Verse 4: U-God] Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow for Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape Hell globe spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tunes spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fake false step make the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss catwalk, squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anaesthesias My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axe kill adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sipping on ginseng Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring kings [Verse 5: RZA] March of the wooden soldiers C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square we're staying gold like Flair Escape from your dragon's lair In particular my beats travel like a vortex Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream Heart terminal like Grand Central Station Program fat bass lines on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm ducking five-year probation [Verse 6: GZA] War of the masses, the outcome disastrous Many of the victim families save their ashes A million names on walls, engraved in plaques Those who went back received penalties for their acts Another heart is torn as close ones mourn Those who stray, niggas get slayed on the song [Verse 7: Masta Killa] The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple Stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard Ninety-three million miles away from Came one to represent the Nation This is a gathering of the masses That come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel Irief takes the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy From the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save self from This relentless attack of the track spares none [Verse 8: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo yo; fuck that, look at all these crab niggas laid back Lamping like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink, you had a Navy green Salamander fiend, bitches overheard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowing like Shalamar in '81 Sound convincing, thousand dollar cork-pop convention Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch It's me, black Noble Drew Ali Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so? Ceaser needs the greens, it's Earth Ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz [Verse 9: Raekwon] Aiyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my man child walk Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York Yank visor world tranquilizer Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex the white gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God substantiala Max mostly, undivided then slide in sickening Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod StricklandEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Method Man (Home Grown Version)[Intro: Method Man] One, two, uhh, one, one One, two, uhh, one, one M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-E-T-H-O-D, Man [Verse 1: Method Man] Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be getting flam when they come to a jam? Here I am, here I am, the Method Man Patty cake patty cake hey the Method Man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter cause I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber band I be Sam, Sam-I-Am and I don't eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh shit that's the jam Turn it up now hear me get buckw-w-wild I'm about to blow light me up Upside, downside, inside and outside Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I Am the one and only Method Man The master of the plan, wrappin shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said this ain't your average flow Comin like RAAH ooh ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw The poetry's in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's the Method [Interlude: Method Man] Man, uhh, like that baby paw, uhh [Bridge: Method Man] I got fat bags of skunk I got White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes, I'm about to go get lifted I got myself a forty I got myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes, I'm about to go and stick it uhh [Verse 2: Method Man] H-U-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes Question, what exactly is a panty raider? Ill behaviour savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus seducer Also flam I'm the man call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm For my Super Sperm (check it) Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked I smell sess, pass the method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missiles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang dang A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me Ooh I be the super sperm Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang Fadin motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd And ya didn't have friends to begin with, I'm [Chorus: Method Man] M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-E-T-H-O-D, Man Yes I am [Verse 3] Uhh, uhh, rappers crossing over to that R&B jinkx Walk around town like your shit don't stink Take it from me, hey G, you don't amaze me Shot me at point blank range but only grazed me Nothing mental, just plain and simple Lyrics you bust couldn't bust a fucking pimple Come here kid, what, let me tell you something You're like change of a penny, nothing Wham, oh shit, god damn Skippy, hit me, man I get fla Better yet hectic, wreck shit, I'm rowdy Like a license check this be Audi Tippy tippy tum tippy tah tippy tum Direct from the Shaolin slum, here I come Straight from the top, the cock, yo I'm fed up I put it in your ear and fuck your whole head up Wu-Tang's slang bang, up your butt crack and Straight from Staten, silky like satin Used to break cliques with stones and sticks Nowadays we do it with the macs and clips The method, man The method, man The method, man Yes I am, yes I am [Chorus: Method Man] M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-E-T-H-O-D, Man [Outro] Uhh, 92 for the wu Now how brothers want it? With salt or butter, motherfucker A doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop A doo-doo chop chopEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dashing (Reasons)[Interlude: Inspectah Deck] The nigga had a pair of Air Olden Polynice's on Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christian Slater's Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggas Rockin' the latest in Ben Stiller-wear Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggas Now that's a money thing Yo, yo [Intro: Inspectah Deck] I was dashing through the hood Eighteens with the whip smoke gray Leavin' skid marks on five-oh Smokin' all the way (Hahaha) With my all-star team Bitches see our shine Yo, son, we gotta make that cream Whether raps or nicks and dimes [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] They call me Rollie, watch me poly with the wide body Dinali Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey I swarm like paparazzi She popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy I'll probably splash her tonight, don't block me Sippin' on rum, Bacardi got me toxy Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti Snatch the cream, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni Like I'm still coppin' big eighths from papi Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the body But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to knock me I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky Kamikaze, might karate lock ya head Like a natty dread, then pour myself Calarasi Professionally trained, I aim for your artery I give the autographs but charge for photography Not hardly kid, you awkward Godbody You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock Wally's Spark the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto opery Or catch the hot seat, you're batty bwoy without ya posse Seen [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason [Verse 2: GZA] They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on Sunday? While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay Mere fact that the track was a fierce counterattack All those who couldn't multiply were sent back No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the heart Tainted the fabric of an empire, was torn apart Brought to a halt from a front full assault The chemist left the lab with undetermined results They say the swordsman sift electrical volts The audience go nuts with loose screws and bolts The archives automatically changed ya stiff vibes It was layin' in the zip drive from chest five [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason [Outro: "Holy Robe of Shaolin Temple" sample] Your faith in Shaolin is courageous You blind fool we have our teachings to share Our joy with the people And there too suffer for them as well You have learned your style well Wu-Tang StyleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rushing Elephants[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, yo, yo, what up kid? Yo, these niggas is back, son (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm telling you, spit that, done it nigga Yeah... yeah... yeah, yeah, I seen it like a Zenith, man You hear me man? Word up, man, ya'll know what it is It's on again, man, for real, Top Gun, what what [Raekwon] Aiyo, we came through thumping like elephants The new Range is super-charged, I remains intelligent Back to the formula, lord, hard grammar This is God school, make sure the lobby ain't jammed up Excalibur swords, T-Rexes, bibles of rhymes We in the lunchroom, we eat veggies for breakfast Polo campus, sicker lances, the crisp Hundred dollar kick niggas, that be showing you dance steps Back to the dormatory, where niggas Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write glory True holding my flag, it's all engraved in my blade So when I wave it, you gon' say Rae mad Now it's 28 Days Later, now Wu's up, do something, you can't It's blood in my eye, I might get amped To rip something down, the billboard holders is back So when you see me, you gon' say he gets down [GZA] From darkness to DNA, I move with my brother And we resonate, energy that shifts in colors Bringing MC's punishment, then I'm done with it The meter leave way on the fast break, I run with it It was not a hobby, but a childhood passion That had started in the lobby and was quicky fashioned Every line to line, bar for bar is clockwork Hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt Check the total amount of MC's inflicted With torture, from moving with work that's restricted We criticize producers til they joints are right Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light Hitting them from well conceiled firing positions With explosiveness that'll make the deaf listen Drastic, pyroclastic, connected with the same old Down the dangerous slopes of an active volcano [RZA] Blitz like the Green Bay Packers, sack like the linebackers Hang with niggas, like redneck crackers Strangle cold bottles of Beck's, like a vexed German Duck low behind the car, my tech burning Neck burning, from eight karats of sunlight Absorbed, in the grill, Big Pun like Lord of the Wu-Tang sword, know what that means? Like J.R. Tolkien, it's the Lord of the Rings This is my man, Chef, auto, like Grand Theft Auto The 18th letter, followed by the mark of Zorro Plus A, not for apple, but I pack an apple Shorty try to buck back, and knock me off the saddle Caramel, pecan, sundae, praline Plump breasts, was filled with saline Her big booty cousin, nasty Nadine Get you on the floor, whore tried to double team [Masta Killa] Is he still that nucca? Is he in the hood like that? Is he really strapped? Will he really split yo' shit? I thought you said he rap? Pull up in the yard, ten sets He ain't flexing, microphone ripping, heat holding Who testing? Rope-a-dope his black lotus Can't quote this, chat with the sword tongue Duck when the axe is swinging, wild Apache drum Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts, he won't quit Can't tell 'em nothing, he grown, give the man room Space was demanded, beat banging through the speaker Voice, heat seek missle, guided at the listener Swing to the gospel, catch up and wet at the brothel Unstoppable, direction of my flow, optional To the ear, depending on the current of air, the crowd's inEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Windpipe[RZA] Yo, Yo, Yo, doodododo boodododo, yo, pssh, yo, yo Parked the Jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis Autograph sign in pass wit' a gold tip Sharpie Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk on Red Label scotch While you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch Underground left and right pan surround sound can't re-scan Be an enhanced video tape, Steadicam Gold and chrome, Desert Eagle never left at home To the track of the beat, watch Bobby flip the metronome High voltage, keep my seed and Wiz well-cultured Kill enemies by mailing them the poison through postage I open and fold ya, Dirty fucked a ogre I'll leave the cats that book of food stamps, they make cold cuts Then buy some Equal, a fifty-sack of that lethal Or just be boostin' bloody cube steaks from Key Food [Hook 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard] What party can you go to And I ain't there you bitches actin like you don't care [RZA] You bitches actin' like you don't care You bitches actin' like you, YO Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks Gold and platinum fangs unstainable, I chew rocks Cybertech digital suit, deflect bullets Black hooded, surrounded by forty acres of wooded Land, like my cousin dusty dirty ass Dan Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan Tapes we dub, pound you wit the ace of club Clobber your tree to a shrub Tongue kiss a lion then kidnap her cub Passionate portrait, my bitch spread eagle, wild orchid Pussy so wet you could fuck it wit' a soft tipped dick Tickled her tonsil, you could hear her coughin' I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out to fuck Tyra Starks might fuck Mya [Break: Ol' Dirty Bastard over RZA "doodododododo"ing] I'm the pussy vampire I don't wanna work no more I want my own island Chorus [Ghostface Killah] Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin I'm two seconds from twistin y'all shit over nothin' All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid In the mix, almost hung yourself, slit ya wrists To the maximum, hand me the forty I'll thrash 'em Split out, guess who gassed 'em, made Ghost throw his mask on Trauma the block pro, bar sledge slang ho Runnin from two assaults, in rap and I might blow World Cup, some been blessed wit the Stanley Ivan Lendl lend you autographed racket wit the hankey Sideline manuever, polished wack MC remover Niggas wit long nails cuttin me, leavin bruises Cantelopes, tied a thousand on y'all folks Came home, this dusthead dude tryin to play me close Sweepin, peep fears, Liz wants to chop in this kid I might do magic make him disappear Railroad that nigga, Isotola Coca-Cola holder Snap the granola, sprinkle ginko bola Venom from a cobra, laced in the cummy ball odor Soaked through a strainer, here's a dose of The King James version, displayed just like Samsung Wit effects that'll kill Rogers 007 Hanna Barbera, heart's the opposite of Bambi the deer Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher Or maybe the Captain & Tennille, immaculate golden seal Nice like Mr. Whittendale your girl Chippendale Shallah Price all up in ya dogged-out trench When I snatched that, shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back And where's the key to the hatchback, pop that Get in throw a bag full of mic's in there, respect that [Girl - repeat 2X] What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there These niggas actin like they don't care What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there These hoes actin like they don't careEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Weak Spot[Intro] If only we can lay our hands on that vixen Yu Shin Hua Then all our problems will be over... Yu Shin Hua! [Hook] You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed [Verse 1: RZA] The quintessence, father of the hip hop renaissance My slang been around before baton and Benetton I've been on, fingerprint, two finger tips So when I squeeze the rubber grip, release the clip, then leave the clip C-Cypher Pigs can't identify it The true and living God, son, we exemplify it The most complicated 'formance of life, we simplify it Bzzz, don't knock it til you try it Flying dagger, make 'em stagger, then I take a swagger Ice cold Jägermeister, take a drag of Humboldt County kush, fly like the Nike swoosh Bruce Almighty got more problems than Spidey, look Old Brooklyn, Putnam Avenue crook, I've been tooken All around the world, rooked it then, drive back in Brooklyn Good looking, son, yo, don, bring the hook in You can never find Zig weak spot, stop looking [Hook x2] You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed [Verse 2: Raekwon] From the continents to Croatia, I'll flame a lamester With the new slang, much more to show ya These rocks change, Glock fully, hot pellets Have me running through the hall, it's on, like you being chased by the relic Can't nothing harm me, yo, I move through any project With logic, few semi's, hide in the cockpit Scream out, Shallah and I'ma tap in, harder than Tinactin Don't try to play the fella, I'll blacked in Moving all miraculous, the slap smiths of the rap game Say my name backwards, you'll get back changed Black man, black hooded, moving through the city Like you Batman, still you so pussy, like Catwoman Don't bother the Legion, more squeezing, more reason To light a new block up, cause me to cement shit Powerful block shoppers and all niggas getting that guac Dare you to try to find my weak spot [Hook x2] You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed [Verse 3: GZA] I stay on the sixty-four squares, while controlling the center Trading space for material, the time zone I enter It's calculated by movement, from pushed pieces Advances in development, once the pawn reaches The 8th ranked, now heavily armed with a tank My opponent's base is threatened, soldiers cut with shanks Moved all my small pieces, emcees are driven back Unable to avoid capture from the attack Such movement, is naturally quite unsound Men is badly placed upon dangerous grounds Loosening their position, before they were strongly posted Before the double rooks had approached it They must've been quick to ignore the principles Rock a V and an effective God is invincible A strategic plan, just the way I envisioned it Many fallen soldiers in complete imprisonment [Hook (x4)] You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I tell you, right, right, right, in ya muthafuckin' face Muthafucka, you know, well, you know muthafuckin' well When…we don't play that shit, or, I don't play that shit That's just Wu-Tang. You know, I'm the nigga That...that, give it to ya raw When I said "First things first, man, you fuckin' with the worst I be stickin' pins ya head, like a fucking nurse I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zu"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Closing[Raekwon] Yeah, yeah I see everything I see everything YouknowhatI'msayin? It's like when we come through You better have your fuckin third eye open You know, cause thats what time it is, youknowhatI'msayin? Cause it's like, when you walk, you striving for perfection That's what we doing Understand? So all that little fake shit out there We know the science on that We done seen that shit from, from from difference of angles YouknowhatImean? It's like, yo kid, for real Wu-Tang, we set off a lot of shit in this shit kid, youknowhatImean? But you know, you know us, we play it calm, humble YouknowhatImean? But I just be checking out niggas darts and I be like Damn, them niggas, them niggas is really, really, really, really, really thinking this their shit! Uh ha, uh ha ha YouknowhatImean? But it's all good cause I'm the soul controller, youknowhatImean? Rather I say we the soul controllers The bottom line, like I said Deal with freedom, justice, equality You know? Keep shining, add on Food, clothing, and shelter All my niggas, go pick up uniforms Go, when you buy this album Go pick up uniforms, for real YouknowhatImean? Cause don't think we doing this just for anybody We doing this shit for certain niggas, kid Certain people rather Certain-certain fans, certain supporters Certain delegators, word What the fuck man, I'm tired of seeing these Fake ass niggas fucking, running with the fucking globe Ain't even, ain't even really seeing it the way it, it should really be seen, youknowhatImean? It's like, if you going to spread mathematics Spread it right YouknowhatImean?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Execute Them[Intro: sample, Raekwon, (Masta Killa)] Execute them, execute them Execute them, execute them Yeah, y’all mothafuckers know, turn my shit up, mothafucker Wild the fuck out word up, fuck the radio 1998 (Word up) Whippin’ illegal on y’all beagle-lookin’ mothafuckers [Chorus: Streetlife] Slang bang to wax, torture pack, pump it to max Till your heart collapse, fully auto rap Might lose your eye sight, blood type, a-alike Snake bite, gorge on this mic, I live to write the hype [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo Jane we spin off, slang dames wanna hit off Check it slovak' lock it down, lames get off Jewelry match, range rack, Fist of Fury-act Don po, 600 glow, Wally Mack Poly like that, It's real (Execute them), diabolical Logical, strange chokehold, kill less possible Flip a wig blindfold, rewind the scroll Clip full-mode, flip on the glow, blow Rock a arm-fold, Taurus the bull with pull Sit back, calmful, the Timberland coat wool Hailin' from my neck down, rounds flip clowns Buyin a loyal bitch gowns, go down, fuck them clowns While we healin, minds, wheelin labs wit cathedral ceilings Dryer, hitman for hire, alien flyer [Chorus: Streetlife] Slang bang to wax Slang bang to wax, slang Slang bang to wax, torture pack What what, step up, throw your sword up [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Aiyyo, witness the abduction, villa destruction Blood rushin, from a universal standpoint A lotta shorties bustin, but they gotta cum some Before they can test my steel I send a grandson to let em feel one, bodies not worth my gun PC don, w-w-MastaKill.com, heavily armed We roam, through the dark damp litter of the forest Exploerer lives gold, bless em wit a c-note, throw em overboat Slit his stomach so the body won't float The vigilant, infinite patient I stand as commanding chief Mad thorough, competition's intense from every inch of the borough [Chorus: Streetlife] Slang bang to wax, torture pack, pump it to the max Till your heart collapse, fully auto rap Slang bang to wax, torture pack, pump it to the max Till your heart collapse, fully auto rap Might lose your eyesight, bloodtype, a-alike Snake bite, gorge on this mic, I live to write the hype (Execute them) I live to write the hype [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Murder verser, twenty beam rap fiend server Rhymes nurture minds, bustin’ like twin burners Certified live, five million eyes left wide Inside we split the grand prize Won it by a landslide, dance by the rest They fit in contest but they pose no threat Street corner warrior, cause crowd disorder And glide like rollerblades 'cross your recorders (Execute them) Soldier of fortune lost in the madness Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas Po' bandit hold the belt single-handed Most Demanded Assassin is what I'm branded Far from your standard, universally Planted jewels in the minds of fools left stranded One man hit force, my shirt ripped off Squeeze a full clip to kill the bullshit then I dip off [Chorus: Streetlife] Slang bang, slang bang to wax (Execute them), torture pack, pump it to the max till your heart collapse, fully auto rap Mmight lose your eyesight, bloodtype a-alike (Execute them) Snake bite, gorge on this mic, I live to write the hype (Execute them… Execute them…) Slang bang to wax, torture pack pump it to max till your heart collapse Sla-slang bang to wax (Execute them), torture pack Pump it to the max till your heart collapse (Execute them), fully auto rap Might lose your eyesight, bloodtype a-alike Snake bite, gorge on this mic, I live to write the hype I live to write the hypeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Saga Continues (Outro)[Intro] One more, one more One more for you, hold on Yo, yeah, uh One more 'fore he hit the door We got one more 'fore he hit the door Check it, yo [Verse: RZA] Southern baptist, southern baptist I used to be a southern baptist I used to be a southern baptist Evangelist appear with seven candlesticks Now the Qur'an is on my mantle I meditate before I channel this Energy from the North I can put Loki on a cross I snatch the hammer from Thor Then knock Odin off his horse I choke Hercules out with his own chains My strong game in front of Clark Kent I finger-fuck Lois Lane At the same time I pick-pocket Bruce Wayne I got his credit card, his ID, assets to his caveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Don’t Stop[Chorus: Masta Killa] Don't stop, never stop, can't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stop [Verse 1: Raekwon] Cash rules everything around me, I'm fresh out the slum Rich bum nigga, now I live dumb Talking 'bout that cream Leaning in the Tower of Pisa Seven visas, got condos in the jungle The mind stay rich but the pockets is well-filled Let's violate this lil' area, get milk I'm telling you, man, you don't want no part of this, fam Get punched in the water like clams KKK, slices, they one of the nicest Stainless steel, sharp swords, dipped in ricin Everybody eating, everybody full Just a young bull lighting a Phillie, still a willy Ball on 'em, in the Bentley with the wall on 'em Yo, I'll sleep when I'm dead, like the hood, homies Who get it cracking in the park, homes? Park Hill narco, smoke and let the bones turn to charcoal Let's get richer, kid Signature Louis Rich, won't stop until there's billions in this bitch [Chorus: Masta Killa] Don't stop, don't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stop [Verse 2: Method Man] I grew up on the rhyme side, that "gotta get mine" side That white girl, we mix it with quinine You players try and ball from the sidelines While I'm aging like fine wine You internet thuggin' somebody timeline Between love and hate is a fine line And these habitual line steppers can die trying A New York Islander, my clique's NY Giants A pocket full of NY (K)nicks for my clients Y'all ain't buying, stop crying and stop lying Hakuna Matata, no Mufasa, I'm not lion You try to spit on that hot iron, you not iron The irony 'cause that last shot just shot by him So let's start it with this, son, motivate him with this one If you ain't got no haters, go get some Is anybody greater? There is none Assorted Now And Laters my Clan got too many flavors to pick from [Chorus: Masta Killa] Don't stop, never stop, can't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stop [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Deuce high when I start my game It's like, you should see it live dog, all you see is sparks and flames I grab bags and I park my ways, the way I have 'em all locked You would think they gave they heart to bae Bet on us, baby, ain't no better odds to play It's hard to fake, my real life is on display Either love or hate whatever part you play I take the best of both worlds like R. and Jay Own boss, no third party Produce more murder than Irv Gotti Like I'm working on my third body Deck, kill it quick 24/7 bed rest, that's how ill it get Can't stop if I mash the brakes Got the cash it takes, I might flash my face Half an eighth got me floating like I'm trapped in space Not safe for your workplace, a basket case [Chorus: Masta Killa] Don't stop, never stop Can't stop getting this guap Fat money knot, hammer cock, curry hot Cook a fool, hit the block No shorts, bring it back Flipping this, stack that Free it up, weigh it up Don't stop, never stop Can't stop getting this guap Fat money knot, hammer cock, curry hot Cook a fool, hit the block No shorts, bring it back Flipping this, stack that Free it up, weigh it up Quest for success with my mind on my money Came a new rhyme saying "Wu-Tang is the best" Music Yeah, peace to Khaled Dialogue [Outro: RZA} Don't stop, never stop, can't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stopEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Take It Back[Sample] On the firing line... lock, one round load Ready on the right? Ready on the left? Ready on the firing line? Watch for your targets [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah Yeah Pay attention [Verse 1: Raekwon & Raekwon & Inspectah Deck] Welcome to the fish fry where niggas get burnt to a crisp Jump out the pot—"Yeah, yo, I got this" Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas'll come through Tuxedos on with the gold llamas Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags of heron Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow Fifth out, running up in Saks with the ill army Shake feds, play dead—"Yo, check out what Rae said" Lay on ya hands, let the Branson break bread High energy, all my niggas are kin to me Regardless how it go down, I still get ten a ki' Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me Nikes with the low goose on, and I been a beast Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones (Uh-huh) Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones With water, dough, acid and gold classics All my niggas who pump, the spirit'll jump out and grab shit Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing [Interlude: Inspectah Deck & Sample] Still them 1-6-Ooh niggas Straight up Whoa, hold up, hold up [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] The nozzle aim rip through ya frame for pocket change Fiend for the Rush Hour 4 then pop a vein Thousand-dollar corks pop, pause or get off top Used to be a general, just lost your spot "Animal House," two grand'll handle your mouth Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out Son, I've seen Hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms Don that I am, made 'em bow in the face of God Graveyard-shifting, different day, the same thing The name ring, then, the chain swing, and dames cling Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds ("It was all a dream") Advocated by the few who do live it Bloomberg make a nigga cop the Mausberg Shorty ain't a shorty, he a shooter like Wahlberg Old man told me, "Don't be blind to deception Only strive for perfection homey, your mind is a weapon" [Interlude: Sample] Relax You got your muscles tight Relax Word... Word... [Hook: Method Man & U-God] First we told y'all niggas, then we showed y'all niggas, huh? We gon' take it back with this By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh? We gon' take it back with this Before you even had a name, you was screaming "Wu-Tang" We gon' take it back with this When we was running on the block, you was under ya pops, remember We gon' take it back with this... let's go [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, yo, armor truck money, Shazam bangles Play the throne like Julius Caesar, gorilla mob, slash, Killah's gaurd Fake passports and visas, all of my goons They be carrying spoons because boo be having massive seizures Hot chocolate lovers, guns is published Detroit bitches out of town be dying to fuck us This is real talk, shank lullabyes Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue, we stay hella high Curl on the dumbell L, we can't even S-P-E-L-L MTV or TRL Supreme novelists, we rank superior, guarding the post Down low in the 'jects, got it locked in your area (Get up) Ain't tryna hurry up We like rebel niggas powdered up, wilding in the streets of Liberia No matter the crime, I'm beating the case If I'm wrong, a chair'll hit a judge right in his face Shitting shanks out, come to court dates (Ugh) Mittens on shines with blood Wallys that's the color of wine [Verse 4: U-God] Yo, talk to me, my criminal mystique Kick back the boards, six thousand a week Pay homage, what the don beat, you're a minor threat I see your sweat roll down your cheek And you're soft and sweet, your talk is pork Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat And the cost ain't cheap, my advice is priceless Bring back the life that you thought was lifeless The way of the gun, son, who the nicest? S.K., no stun gun, smooth devices "Time Crisis," I played the game, low lifers In a brawl, rip the phones out the walls in Rikers Vipers in the infirmary rooms with slicers Shiesters with hate in their blood might bite you Fuck that bitch if your wife don't write you Cancel her, buy another one just like her Pipers in the bucket of ice taste righteous Today's mathematics when we build in cyphers The baby automatic kill like Air Force strikers I'm still Asiatic when I spill the hypeness [Interlude: Sample] The dark, and this place will come here That's right! [Hook: Method Man & U-God] First we told y'all niggas, then we showed y'all niggas, huh? We gon' take it back with this By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh? We gon' take it back with this Before you even had a name, you was screaming "Wu-Tang" We gon' take it back with this When we was running on the block, you was under ya pops, remember We gon' take it back with this... let's goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Da Glock[Intro] Good thing we brought the Glock [Verse 1: U-God] It's the block party, niggas just bust shots Good thing we brought the Glock Thought you had props, with your gangsta bop Good thing we brought the Glock Meet me on the hill or the Ave Hill top Good thing we brought the Glock You like what you see, my shiny ass rocks Good thing we brought the Glock [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] I'd fuck the shit out of Patricia Drummond Looked out the window and her man was comin' Good thing we brought the Glock Catch me at the Ruckers game Playin' the side with my spaghetti chain Good thing we brought the Glock Riker's Island shanked down There go them niggas who blew Hal my nigga Good thing we brought the Glock I'm at the ATM Niggas lookin' sneaky in the grey BM Good thing we brought the Glock [Verse 3: RZA] Twenty drunk crabs try to push through the back door Good thing we brought the Glock Five boxcutters drawn they was ready for war Good thing we brought the Glock That's that thug down from Southside who tryin' to front son Good thing we brought the Glock Little dog bout to flip, someone fucked his baby moms Good thing we brought the Glock [Chorus: U-God & Cappadonna] Never leave home without it Good thing we brought the Glock Y'all niggas ain't 'bout it, 'bout it Good thing we brought the Glock Never leave home without it Good thing we brought the Glock Y'all niggas ain't 'bout it, 'bout it Good thing we brought the Glock [Verse 4: Masta Killa] You niggas thought somethin' was sweet Cause we rollin with the seeds today Good thing we brought the Glock Back in the A-Train, Halloween Niggas in masks, want my name ring Good thing we brought the Glock It's Brooklawn day, Pinkhouse day Park Hill Stapleton day Good thing we brought the Glock That same cat we stomped out Seen him at Eastern Parkway, the Parkway play Good thing we brought the Glock [Verse 5: Raekwon] We in the spot where the money's marked NARCs just jump through the window, yo Good thing we brought the Glock Them niggas killin' young niggas at will Check how they did my little man son Good thing we brought the Glock We ain't slaves, we just rich renegades that's paid Born in the ghetto, yo Good thing we brought the Glock Up in the staircase, flooded with cakes Screwfacin' with the dirty eights Good thing we brought the Glock [Chorus: U-God & Cappadonna] Never leave home without it Good thing we brought the Glock Y'all niggas ain't 'bout it, 'bout it Good thing we brought the Glock Never leave home without it Good thing we brought the Glock Y'all niggas ain't 'bout it, 'bout it Good thing we brought the Glock [Outro] Good thing we brought the Glock Good thing we brought the Glock Good thing we brought the Glock Good thing we brought the GlockEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Execution In Autumn[Produced by Frank Dukes] [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] You stepped in the pit of the flame You're lost on Beat Street, I'mma throw spit on your name Hear the roar when they mention the name It's like Mike when he score with like two seconds left in the game Small change don't step in my lane I rock too hardbody, I click-bang, give 'em the pain Nah man, can't get with them games Your boy born with it, so how you gon' get him to change You a lame putting shit in the game Piranha wanna see me in the state greens and prisoner chains But I'm smooth like the groove to the listener brain And you only understand it if you been through my pain Icy white spitters in frames Hustle in my blood, bet my seeds gon' get it the same Yes indeed I'm destined to reign, so ahead of the game All aboard y'all get on the train [Raekwon] Banana clip Mac-aholic, I slap your cap then join Go in the freezer, got a skeezer tits out the toilet Niggas is Norbits, running up on a dice game, call it Preacher suit on, holding a raw fifth Put that call in, his dough in the wall, stall him Plastic bags laying in the floorway, yep It's just dog's day, reservoir out in Utah, yo Where my dope and marijuanas got bought in Real Nikes, afford 'em, we pay to have a roast Assassins is strapped, this the only way the yay grows More leverage, more sevens, riding around with legends Paying judges off, we be up in New York repping [Verse 2: RZA] Miramax movie magic, cold beer on tap, rumor has it Words put ideas on track Footprints, I walk on Earth and appear on maps Strive for at least 2.5 mill a year on cap Wu Wear on my cap, dime piece on the lap Three hundred push-ups a day put the crease on your back Be the cap-fitting lieutenant black man Who invented chopping samples up, to make the beats that's ascended to Every genre of music, the whole sphere of music I produced, arranged, engineered the music [U-God] My ear candy been dope, my pen stroke like Zorro Hit the heavy bag like Foreman in the Congo Mini transmitter, night vision in the stronghold Rock long robes, smell snakes with a strong nose Every time the horn blow the Wu signal's back on Transform, pack form, a whole 'nother platform We coming back for 'em to smash the spot, kid I'm on your team too, pass me the rock Til the casket drop I'mma flip your wig Rip clothes, honey didn't know my dick this big You get kicked in the ribs with two chrome gauge Deadly venom, I send 'em back to stone ageEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Clap[Verse 1: Raekwon] Call it the Hollow Bone syndrome line Select sweet nine, face this, watch his whole face lift Bracelets, murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out, half a million dollars in coats Flows is genetic, the Corleone connection in all Selection, stock brokers with coats on Make coke suggestions, all twin glizzies Fireman, Gucci boots on, sideways action Murder niggas fear me yo Cash that he did Clinton, rentin' his mother crib out We send organize the Bill of Rights get lid Drugs that Hendrix was on, conversatin' like the Dutch Richie Conaway, Goodfellas who honor Rae Flows that blow thru your roll and Holland Everybody now, trip up niggas, in clicks we posin' rhyme black Half the year, half my niggas sittin' upstairs Takin' pictures of ya niggas wack gear [Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God)] Listen to the (Clap) Real niggas (Clap) Rich niggas (Clap) My bitches (Clap) If you love pussy then y'all niggas (Clap) If you love to get ate, then ya ladies (Clap) If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggas (Clap) If you bare witness to Allah y'all (Clap) Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all niggas Clap (Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all Clap) Good hats, sloppy automatics that Clap (Big shit, thunder) Get around that [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Porcelain floors with a dog named Ginger Bottle cap niggas that rhyme, we the winners Then slide thru your hood in hoods Me, Cliff, Patrick, Gary Grice and my man C. Woods Holdin' up gorilla, two niggas got a hold that shit One shot and ya mans on it The little kids watch from down the block Jury box, murder hop, six stash botch, fit hit the ran spots Spit at the statue with cash and throw dough at it Fuck bitches raw, why? Cuz I'm a pro at it Big birds danglin', cameras snatch, flash and pop from every angle and 2000 Mark Damon'in [Chorus: Method Man] Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap Clap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap, Clap ya hands now People Clap ya hands [Verse 3: Method Man] I drink till I'm drunk Smoke skunk, with my stinkin' ass, smell the funk Eekin' out the pores, cum stain, shitty drawers Pissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin' graf' on ya walls It be us, fuck ya law, niggas my cause is "because" No yin to my yang, it's a black thing Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest? Get down with the syndrome: retarded I think it was them swordsmen Place them chess pieces on the boards and Take it to the square, this ain't no Yakool affair Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin' the coal miner's daughter That y'all, but not us [Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God)] Listen to the (Clap) Real niggas (Clap) Rich niggas (Clap) My bitches (Clap) If you love pussy then y'all niggas (Clap) If you love to get ate, then ya ladies (Clap) If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggas (Clap) If you bare witness to Allah y'all (Clap) Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all niggas Clap (Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all Clap) Good hats, sloppy automatics that Clap (Big shit, thunder) Get around that [Outro: kung fu sample] During this time, I intend to teach you the Shaolin poem The rules and commandments, that void, deceit Cruelty and unkindness, always help the weak Never despise the poor, always respect yourselfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Soul Power (Black Jungle)[Intro: Flava Flav, (Raekwon)] Two thousand and two! (Lookin' like a tennis player) Representin the Wu! (You gangsta nigga?) Two thousand and two! (You? You isn't!) Representin' the motherfuckin' Wu! (Stand for it right now) Two thousand and two! You know how we do! For you and your crew! Representin' the motherfuckin' Wu! [Verse 1: Raekwon] Aiyyo catch me coolin in Aruba, one sneaker on Lookin' raw beautiful, a blue Ruger, who you lookin' at? 600 whale, steel color, Brazil love us Y'all niggas is fake—all y'all do is steal from us Remember this line, I'm that nigga word to my mother Slap one of y'all fake ass niggas Reefer from Egypt daddy we rock magnums All big niggas heavy on the wrist play diss niggas Ghost story blow 'em, RZA throw the fork through 'em Me, Wonder Woman cousin, jewelried out, talk to him Hammers that bust endlessness, cover terrorism what? Slide in the 7, measure the whips [Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan, (Flavor Flav)] It's soul power! (Two thousand and two!) Soul power! (You know how we do!) Soul power! (For you and your crew!) Soul power! (Representin' Wu!) Soul power! (You know how we do!) Soul power! (Two thousand and two!) Soul power! (For you and your crew!) Soul power! (Representin' Wu!) [Verse 2: Masta Killa] I'm a dollar and a dream from seein' a brick In grimy hallways, slingin' nicks and treys When it's on then it's on and poppin, shots lickin' I'm spittin' this shit for the hood, Glock clickin' Tension in the street, we stressed, still wanna eat I walk through the valley of death, the hotstepper Holdin' red pepper, everybody on reach I need a beat to expand, the mind guide the hand Pen stroke, excellent quotes of literature Nights over Egypt, black as Arabia Gundeliro self I savior, I need the (uh) [Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan, (Flavor Flav)] Soul power! (You know how we do!) Soul power! (For you and your crew!) Soul power! (Representin' Wu!) Soul power! (You know how we do!) Soul power! (Two thousand and two!) Soul power! (For you and your crew!) Soul power! (Representin' Wu!) [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, I got the whip smellin' like lemon Roger Clemens jerseys the man blew seven cold coolies in the Worthy and I crush those rappers, keep the toast near the rad-iator We like our guns warm, it's easier to make the papers Stayed off, the cape came off, Ghost G'd off The track's like doin' six months and I'mma beat off At the airport attention always flow in my direction like You let the best then sparkle his perfection and Bitches be askin' them, Ghost you got so much shit You need to cash in, bracelets matchin 'em [Verse 4: U-God] Line Cadillacs to blocks, Richard Pryor, Redd Foxx Jukebox records, flatfooted cops Get automatic systematic jumpin in your socks Mama's apple pie in the park hopscotch Reunited on the radio, Wu-Tang superb In the sprinklers girls double-dutchin on the curb Sinatra, the pop the Jackson 5 recordings Uptown Saturday, "Cotton Came to Harlem" Ringmaster circus was, Bailey and Barnum Crack a Coca-Cola, summer heat was my boredom Dr. J before Jordan, Al Green on the organ When Rerun did the dance, the whole world saw him The blackout fears, Foxxy Brown, Pam Grier Ford motor gear, your life and times queer "Smokey the Bear", Burt Reynolds gray hair Throw 'em some gems, throw up your fists and say yeah, it's [Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan, (Flavor Flav)] Soul power! (You know how we do!) Soul power! (For you and your crew!) Soul power! (Representin' Wu!) Soul power! (You know how we do!) Soul power! (Two thousand and two!) Soul power! (For you and your crew!) Soul power! (Representin' Wu!) [Skit: Flavor Flav & Method Man] — I'm the nigga that got you talkin bout "Fight the Power" — Aiyyo, Flav — Whassup, Meth? — What you know about niggas from Long Island right? — Huh? — True Long Island right? — All my life! — All your life, right? — All my life! — Westbury — Word up, Freeport, Long Island, Roosevelt, Long Island. And, and, an-an-and went through Westbury too! You from Westbury? — Nah, I got family in Westbury, New Castle Park and them — Oh, stop jokin', I ain't know that! You from Hempstead? Yo, man, my family from Hempstead! The Heights, man! — Yeah, and I live — Word up, come on, man — 'Race Avenue — Oh, what? — 'Race Avenue, Hundred Terrace Avenue — Stop jokin', the El Dorados, nigga what? I got family up in El Dorados right now, nigga, word! That's where I'm from, that's my block! That's my block right there! Aiyyo, ha-ha. That's right y'all, that's right, it's all good. Me and Method Man from the motherfuckin' hood! So get it from the Bricks to the fuckin' wood! — Yeah, niggas! — Knowhatimean? Word up to the bird up. They caught the bird, made him soup, now I sip from out my cup, nigga, ha-ha-ha. Oh, yo, man, you just hit me in the head with a brick for real. You got me bleedin' from the side of the head, Meth (*Mumbling*) — You're a beautiful fuckin' person — Yo, Meth… Yo, Meth… Yo, check one-two. Without me havin' my finger in the plug. I'm gettin' shocked anyway, ha-ha-ha [Outro: "Flag of Iron" sample] "Since you're all so skilled let's fight your way—Shaolin style. Come on!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stick Me for My Riches[Intro: Gerald Alston] Ooh-wee Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Yeah, ah, ah [Verse 1: Gerald Alston] See I was raised out on these mean streets I'm from the projects, right where poverty and hell meet I'm searching everyday to find a better way, I've gotta Hustle still to get my pay before I hit bottom Now, some might say that I'm already there But who are they to judge or question what I do, son? So I don't care Tired of eating cheese sandwiches with no meat Tired of watching all the players from the same seat So it's a life of crime; some might sing or rhyme To escape the ghetto before the flatline Choices to make, what am I gonna do? Got to use my talents—they gonna pull me through [Hook: Gerald Alston] Now, with success, I become a target They wanna set me up I guess more money equals more problems They wanna get me, wanna hit me, strip me of my riches Ooh, ooh, ooh They wanna cut me up in pieces, leave me deep in ditches Yeah, ah And I can't take it (Mm, mm-mm, mm) But I'm gonna make it (Yeah) Ohhh, oh-oh-oh Fight to stay alive [Verse 2: Method Man] I was raised out on these mean s-streets You know, where poverty and hell meet Brothers get jail, and life's for sale, cheap Since Mama held me in her arms To tell me that it's a cold world, I done held heat And held myself down, lot of bodies and shells found And niggas into taking everything that ain't nailed down We fell down Ain't hard to tell now I ain't trying to see the cell now Or see momma put her house up for bail now So I'ma give all I got to try and get that guap Nigga, I'm hot with this hustle—go 'head and get the cops I use my talent to get more figures Unlike these lil' cornerstore niggas Go change your drawers, niggas [Hook: Method Man, Gerald Alston, Method Man & Gerald Alston, & Inspectah Deck] Now, with success, and I've become a target They wanna set me up, take me hostage (Mm, yeah) Or take me down some notches They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches They wanna diss me, wanna clip me, leave me stiff in ditches And I can't take it This ain't no game; my life ain't nothing to play with No, no, but I'm gonna make it Face it: Money is power, and I'ma make it, make it Yeah, ha! I'm gonna make it, ooh-ooh Yeah, we gon' survive, yo Yeah, okay [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] In my city, gritty blocks; little love, plenty cops Few rise, many drop; True Lies, semis cocked Fishscale already rocked; heavy shots that we drop New guys on every block; blue eyes and red dots Pregnant mothers, broke fathers; more money, more problems So hungry, won't starve 'em; work hard and, so, pardon— I got mouths to feed, I got pounds of weed I need some more, another store, another house's deed An X amount of G's: the reason pounds'll squeeze And strip you naked, basic, tryna make it out the P's Don't ever doubt a G And have me spazz like 'Face with the K, and my nose all powdery It ain't about the streets; it's 'bout the beast within That won't give in to 'lice, down to bleed, and see [Hook: Inspectah Deck, Gerald Alston, Inspectah Deck & Gerald Alston, & RZA] Now with success and I've become a target They wanna set me up, take me hostage (Mm, yeah) Or take me down some notches They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches They wanna diss me, wanna clip me leave me stiff in ditches And I can't take it (Yeah) No, no, but I'm gonna make it Yeah, yeah, turn the beat up a little right here Yeah, I'm gonna make it, oooh Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, just, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang [Verse 4: RZA] A-yo, RZA, Meth, GZA, Deck; Ghost and Chef be cashing checks Killa Cap be snapping necks; Street and 'Zilla flash the Tec Sacrifice a savage life if he tryna bag my ice Tag a price on merchandise—tell me, is it worth ya life? (No) [Break: Gerald Alston] It's a cold, cold, cold world You can't be playing games with my life I've gotta fight to survive, fight to stay alive [Verse 5: RZA] A-yo, metal pipes ignite, sparking fire, light the darkness night Trying to stick me for my riches, now y'all bitches taking flight Major business, raise the digits, tried to strike me for my life Slice and dice, men or mice, GZA tell 'em what it's like [Verse 5: GZA] A-yo, money making, people flaking, Cash Rules, fuck the bacon Earth's quaking, head is aching, bank stop, dice shaking Times are hard, so are jobs, scheming niggas wanna rob Use a hoe to slob ya knob, hit you with unruly mobs Stab you in the back and smile, watch you bleed for a while Hating on the agile, steal ya name and bite ya style Hold you for a ransom note, Goliath cutting David's throat Grab ya vest, abandon boat and leave you out at sea to float [Hook: GZA & Gerald Alston] Now with success and I've become a target They wanna set me up I guess more money equals more problems They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches They wanna diss me, want clip me, leave me stiff in ditches [Outro: Gerald Alston] And I can't take it No, no, but I'm gonna make it Yeah, oh, I'm gonna make it, ooh, yeah It's a cold, cold, cold world I got my hand on my gun, they got a brother on the run Yeah, it's a cold, cold, cold world You can't be playing games with my life I've gotta fight to survive, fight to stay alive This ain't a game, this is my life Keep pushing me to the edge, I'm gonna push back And you won't like that, it's guaranteed you won't like that When ya laid down, laid flatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Radioactive (Four Assassins)[Intro: samples] You will be punished (Wu-Tang style) For all your evil deeds (Wu-Tang style) Be warned—you will suffer (Wu-Tang style) Justice is here! (Wu-Tang style) [Verse 1: GZA] Slept on this hazardous enterprise Hit from the back from a long range attack in disguise Weeks of captivity became months Those who were holdin' it down now hold a pump Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer? Got a mass of starvin' niggas wanna eat supper Unfair corruptions lead to abductions Creatin' wider circles of destructions So we attack with the cannon blazing From the terrifyin' to the fascinating Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to give credit Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits They heavily defended airfields But their bodies rot behind punctured steels When I greeted you, you didn't hear peace in my voice? Or that water was my liquid of choice Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet Powerful projection, noise is deafening Carrier battle groups that's threatening Higher level bombing, plus The shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loud In the same crucial manner but different style [Bridge: "‎Holy Robe of Shaolin Temple" sample] Wu-Tang style Wu-Tang style [Verse 2: Raekwon] Ayo once again, all blunts again Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I'm in Allah's helpful most innovative raps That brought wealth through, shot out the belch too We holdin', automatic semis with sick lines Run up, body niggas, break down shoddy niggas Styles so sharp, state of the art Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin' darts Flowin' like water, Apocalypse Now Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you short us Runnin' through parkin' lots, don't get caught Let off, bark your shots, we out of here, off the blocks [Verse 3: Method Man] It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the hood Gotta a hundred wolves waitin' in the woods For the Clan's forthcomin', I'm issuing the game a court summons And fugitives of rap caught running Y'all get locked up, everything was wack 'til we popped up And got it on and poppin' like Orville Reddenbacher Partner, you ain't got no wins in mi casa Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha Request lines are now open, you see these MCs chokin' And thinkin', "What's that shit they be smokin'?" I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious {*hach, spit*} Y'all niggas got some fuckin nerve To critic what I write, that's my muh'fuckin word Blah blah blah, like N'Sync Kiss that ass bye bye bye knahmsayin'? I ain't playin' [Verse 4: Masta Killa] Many shall come, few chose to stay exact Track after track I'm fightin' for survival Before me I see hills and mountains then sway The words gotta move and the crowd's like the ocean I walk water holdin' y'all suspended with the vocal What's the total people that came to see the gods? I gave thought talent, construct my best poetry Potentcy, high-level content Side effect may cause a tec to eject, many places All ages, streets to cages, split faces Shoutin' nuff love to the peeps from Miami We live from Pulaski, it's Fred Glassy [Outro: "‎Holy Robe of Shaolin Temple" sample] Wu-Tang styleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Black Mamba[Intro: Ol’ Dirty Bastard] Black Mambaaa! [Chorus: Ol’ Dirty Bastard] Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba [Verse 1: RZA] Yo unbreakable steel sword swingin,’ face the Black Mamba Deadly Vipers, squeeze ya life out like anacondas In the story, off wit ya head, the scene is gory Single-edged steel blade designed by Hattori Hanzo. You see the signature above the handle? Try to strike out, you get ya arm dismantled Chief of the Yakuza’s wicked like Medusa With Crazy 88’s too, ‘bout to meet ya maker [Verse 2: Ol’ Dirty Bastard] Ol’ Dirty Bastard swordplay Dirt McGirt be pickin’ up skirts on 4th and Broadway Japanese bitch be suckin’ my dick Puerto Rican hoes be lickin’ my split California Mountain Snake on the bed Be givin’ my head while I’m countin’ my cake, crushin’ up an 8th Of that snow white shit, in the Pussy Wagon not hittin’ the brakes! [Chorus: Ol’ Dirty Bastard] Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Baaam, hidden swordstyle hits, I wish A nigga would test the Black Mamba, in a spit like the coma Fill his Copperhead with the hollow tip lead Yo, who wanna dance with the fertile lands’ deadly state? Cottonmouth sticky from the Af’ gooey Blowin’ smoke through the Viper Pit Hold a listener tight, mic constrictor Words from the theater, swift as Krishner [Chorus: Ol’ Dirty Bastard] Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba Uh-huh-huh, Black MambaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gun Will Go[Intro: sample (Sunny valentine)] Get it burn it, get it burn it Get it burn it, get it burn it Get it burn it, get it burn it Get it burn it, get it burn it (The gun'll go, the gun'll go..., the gun'll go...) [Verse 1: Raekwon] Aiyo, one thing for sure, keep you of all Keep a nice crib, fly away, keep to the point Keep niggas outta ya face, who snakes Keep bitches in they place, keep the mac in a special place Keep moving for papes, keep cool, keep doing what you doing Keep it fly, keep me in the crates Cuz I will erase shit, on the real, note, you'se a waste It's right here for you, I will lace you Rip you and brace you, put a nice W up on ya face Word to mother, you could get chased It's nothing to taste, blood on a thug if he gotta go All I know is, we be giving grace This is a place, from where we make tapes We make 'em everywhere, still in all, we be making base Y'all be making paste, these little niggas, they be making shapes Our shit is art, yours is traced [Hook: Sunny Valentine] This is the way that we rolling in the streets You know when we roll we be packing that heat The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go... [Verse 2: Method Man] This is, Poverty Island, man, these animals don't run Slums where the ambulance don't come Who got the best base? Fiends waiting to smoke some Approach something, ask him where he getting that coke from My dudes hug blocks like, samurai shogun Cause no V and no ones, equaling no fun Who want to treat they nose, huh? Body'll go numb My woman need funds, plus her hair and her toes done It is what it is though, you fuck with the kid flow That make it hard to get dough, the harder the kid go Harder the piff blow, harder when it snow The pinky and the wrist glow, this here, what we live for Get gwop, then get low, but first thought We gotta get the work off, the gift and the curse, boss Yeah, see I'm the shit yo, the dirt in the fit, no Hustling from the get-go, the motto is get more [Hook: Sunny Valentine] This is the way that we rolling in the streets You know when we roll we be packing that heat The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go... [Verse 3: Masta Killa] We was quiet flashy brothers, strapped all along With the dirty .38 long, twelve hour shift gate Took case, state to state, you think he won't hold his weight? Put ya money on the plate and watch it get scrapped We get ape up in that club, off that juice and Henn And it's a no win situation fucking with them You mean like Ewing at the front at the rim, finger roll a Dutch Million dollar stages touched, techs, gauges bust Trust no one, the lone shogun, rugged Timb boot stomper Damaging lyrical mass destruction launcher Nothing can calm the quakeage when I break, kid Peace to my brothers up north, doing state bids [Hook: Sunny Valentine] This is the way we be rolling in the streets You know when we roll we be packing that heat The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go... [Hook 2: Sunny Valentine] Whoa... this is the way we be rolling in the club You know when we roll we be packing .32 snubs The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go [Outro: sample to fade] Get it burn it...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Liquid SwordsWhen I was little, my father was famous He was the greatest samurai in the empire And he was the Shogun's decapitator He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords It was a bad time for the empire The Shogun just stayed inside his castle and he never came out People said his brain was infected by devils My father would come home he would forget about the killings He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him Maybe that was the problem Then, one night, the Shogun sent his Ninja spies to our house They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't That was the night everything changed [RZA] See, sometimes, you gotta flash 'em back See niggas don't know where this shit started Y'all know where it came from I'm sayin' we gonna take y'all back to the swords, we bounce, yo [Verse 1: GZA] When the MC's came To live our their name and to perform Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane With before Pete Rocked it on, now gone That the mental plane to spark the brain With the building to be born Yo, RZA flip the track with the what to guy Check 'em check chicka icka etta, uhh Fake niggas get blitzed And mic bites I swing swords and cut clowns Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe On some loud howl shit, to insert a fiend But it was yo ock, the shop stolen heart Catch a swollen heart from not rollin' smart I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt Shit's played, like Zodiac signs on Sweatshirt That's minimum and feminine like sandals My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble Energy is felt once the cards are dealt With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon I represent from midnight to high noon I don't waste ink, nigga I think I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink 'Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted Turn that shit up, my clan in da front want it When the MC's came To live our their name and to perform Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane With before Pete Rocked it on, now gone That the mental plane to spark the brain With the building to be born Yo, RZA flip the track with the what to guy Check 'em check chicka icka etta, uhh I'm on a Mission, that niggas say is Impossible But when I swing my swords they all choppable I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper Child educator, plus head amputator 'Cause niggas styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers Don't even stop in my station and attack While your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four Round the clock, that state pen time check it With the pens I be stickin' but you can't stick to crime Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells Now come aboard, it's Medina bound Into the chamber and it's a whole different sound It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin When the MC's came To live our their name and to perform Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane With before Pete Rocked it on, now gone That the mental plane to spark the brain With the building to be born Yo, RZA flip the track with the what to guy Check 'em check chicka icka etta, uhhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Projects International Remix[Raekwon the Chef] The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinkin Light up the broccoli kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal Wally sandal just a sample, my niggas fertilize thoughts Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it? [God] Projects [Rae] My niggas survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggas live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] New York projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is tech-9 Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary Them niggas all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow Double oh-seven mark The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie niggas goin thru changes [God] Projects [Rae] My niggas survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggas live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] Projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns Plus beef I hone, the condom broke Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bonesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Entrance (Intro)[Intro: Raekwon] Hahaha Welcome Time to shoot back down to the 36 chambers The 36 chambers of death Home of Wu-Tang Clan, WTC I'll tell you this All my Liquid Sword niggas All my Cuban Linx niggas Tical niggas Those riding through the darkness with us This is one official right here, I'm telling you that Keep it 2000 with y'all Flashnet nigga returns to the guillotine Poisonous darts, shattering swords nigga Cutting heads off, strangling Word of my mother Yes indeed, yes indeed So we gon' hold court Sit back, relax Light your blunts, niggas And listen Once upon a time in Shaolin The saga continues Motherfuckers [Sample] My Lord don't you worry, I have a good idea I'll get ahold of the Wu Tang sword manual I'll get it for you I don't care how, get that bookEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Starter[Hook: Sunny Valentine] + (Tash Mahogany) She's my number one gangsta chick (my starter) She's my number one starter chick She's my number one drafted pick, she's my number one line on the hit I only wanna see it (my starter) It's truly needed, When the ball drops... Anything she say, you know I'm gonna do (my starter) Watch out, watch out, when that ball drops... [Streetlife] You's a starter, like Candace Parker Take flight like Skywalker, might wolf it on ya father Student Athlete, player of the week G.P.A. 4.0 and her game's complete Skintone buttercream, all defensive team Dreamgirl like Jennifer Hudson, you're my Queen To be, I'm ya King, keep ya under the wing Together we can capture the ring You the human highlight, body type, just right Hairdo stay tight, go hard ball all night All-star shine so bright Hall of famer, about to take the game to new heights You're my number one draft pick, McDonald classic No look dunks to the basket Yeah, yeah, that's mine, that's mine... [Hook] [GZA] Blunt smoke, fifth hundred stroke I'm going nuts, full clip, shoot up her fat lips And round butt, catch Heat when I'm In Too Deep The answer beeps, she take dives on the busiest streets Whatever situation or the circumstances Outdoor, indoor, she's taking the chances Hotel, motel or Holiday Inn Overlooking that bible, she continued to sin Spread wide on the desk, paperwork all in a mess While the ceiling fan blowing her dress Ten minutes of jerking along with the slurping Her skirt hid her talent until I raised the curtains Showtime at the Apollo, she'll follow my lead Then get on her knees, then swallow her pride Strapped and ready to ride [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Yeah, that's my down bitch That's my down bitch, anything she do for her man If it's lying on the stand, fish frying in the pan She a Queen like Liz the third, wicked curves On her worst day still rocking linens and furs How she do it in the sack, jazz music in the back Flat blew a nigga back, act two, I'm into that Damn right, she the star of my team When we stepped on the strip, baby girl, we the heart of the scene Whether Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan or Queens Staten Island, she styling, if not, she's not seen Playboy status, every man's lust She acting all shy, but she likes handcuffs [U-God] I'm the first on the court, first to hit the dance floor The floss in this rap sport, what more can ya ask for? Let ya glass pour, Wu-Tang is here now All my Independent Women, time to let ya hair down Bottles popping, everything is fair ground Fresh legs, window shopping, can't help to stare it down You'se a starter cuz I chose ya first Baby, you'se a starter, where you throw that skirt Lady, you'se a starter, way ya hold it down Yeah, I'm Cold Blooded, then ya love my style This is rush hour traffic, first one to merk off It's like clockwork, first to get ya work off I'm the workhorse, Killa Bee performer Pro darter, starter, not a bench warmer, what? [Hook] [Outro: kung fu sample] You've learned how to kill Every moved you've learned is trained to that end Yet, we wish to preserve life The first thing to learn, is that difference Then you can start training with us, from the beginningEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Windmill[Intro: Raekwon, (samples)] (Make me yours) He get out of line, break his fucking arm You know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeah) You know, word up Not playing the games with these niggas, man (Somebody tell me what do I do) None at all, man, hit ‘em off, none of that, man [Verse 1: Raekwon] Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping? Us locking the game, word to every hand on the locman Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox Study like lessons, niggas in the game biting the grain You knowing where it came from, stop it You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again Watch Lex get that dough out ya pocket, rhyme all 'pallegic Can't nothing move when I rhyme, when I drop lines it's law out in Egypt Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what? The only niggas that'll glow'll be us Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu [Chorus: sample] What am I supposed to say? Yeah Somebody tell me what do I do What am I supposed to say? Yeah [Verse 2: GZA] We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop Raining with the patchwork of puzzles That was written in the year of the dragon More raw than you could ever imagine How much of a great blessing to a rap city Where the youth is organically fed, from the Witty Unpredictable, Talent And Natural Game is lyrical Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visual A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied RAGU nigga whose tomatoes are sundried He gave y'all niggas whiplash from bling bling But my rhyme'll give ya hot flash and moodswings Math shed light on divine secrets, then science leaked it For the lower level creatures that can't peep it I observe MC's, regardless From a neighboring world which is ten times the sharpness... [Chorus: sample] What am I supposed to say? Yeah Somebody tell me what do I do [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Let the track wind and ya mind flow free Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability Infinity, back to the source of which it came Energy, see it change forms, atoms being born, never ending On and on and on and, travel with me Not trying to convince the pack, that it's a fact For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down Underneath the white T lies the four pound This is forty-five minutes of menacing Dismantling, any MC opponent stepping in the zone Get ya face blown (Get ya face blown) [Chorus: sample] What am I supposed to say? Yeah Somebody tell me what do I do [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] Observe the word, when I speak, get the truth's heard True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth Spreading the blessing across seven continents Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott Witty Unpredictable, gritty individual Valid, if it's Actual, Talent and it's Natural Game, rugged like the train, pump it in ya vein I and I ride or die under the name W-U, the primary, ya secondary Definitely not necessary, the legendary You printed the blueprints to do this shit Moving the youth in the bricks Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts Through the chest, when I manifest my sick art [Verse 5: Method Man] Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine Still in my prime, still'll shine til it quit time If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime So rapid with rhymes, sayin' I'm slacking is asinine Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu Gorilla the booth, body armored, them killa proof In living proof, I'm the Wittiest Unpredictable Most Talented rap muthafucker you ever listened to [Verse 6: Cappadonna] I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done Give a seed mad knowledge til they crack and run Can't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too nice Smack niggas in they head everytime I write Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping Go to school fucked up, it's Africa Island We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talentEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Them Out Ya Way Pa[Intro: RZA] If you got it, light it up (8X) [Verse 1: Method Man] Ain't no shook in 'em, Pyrex pots is hot, fiends is cooking 'em Little niggas hugging the block, cops is booking 'em Women hugging they purse when they spot the crook in 'em Back when little J got shot, pops was whooping 'em Little noses dripping with snot, ock, now look at 'em The ghetto got a hook in 'em now, drugs, stay pushing 'em Used to throwing dirt in these blunts, now, it's kush in 'em Used to tell these chicks to shut up, now, he's shooshing 'em Get cash, get that ass or put a foot in 'em Iron Flag, flag that cab, Bedford and Put-e-nam There ain't no puss in 'em, dick, dildo, or gush in 'em Niggas still got that juks in 'em [Hook 2X: Ghostface Killah] + (Raekwon) If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa) If he drunk and he run his mouth (Get 'em out ya way pa) If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa) (Get 'em out ya way pa, move, move, move) [Verse 2: U-God] I'm seduced by the chrome, it's a ruthless poem It took a little time to get his juices going Producers know him as the kid with the Iron Palm Righteous hammer examine the firearm Approach or get fired on, permanent chest scar Empire Strikes Back, check out the Death Star Bless y'all, wet y'all, do the impossible Where I'm from we use dum-dums in the arsenal Highly sparkable, get stretched off the knuckle check Known to scuffle, I take it to the upper deck Universal conquest, kung fu buckle vets In a dufflebag, max yo, a couple techs Give 'em ear hustle, Wu brand we programmed Next time we dance, it won't be a slow jam I fear no man, son you get lynched up Nigga bitch get Frankenstein stitched up [Hook] [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Yeah, voice skipping off percussion Give it to 'em how they love it, slow flow, deadly, beloved All praise the daunting calm yet So alarming, without a word being spoken A thought with no voice, just a nod and a look The contract was took, straight cash, off the books A major pawn took a Don, look, he's armed With a few black rooks from the heart of the Crook Shook ones look while they hung him on Hercules hooks They found his body near a shallow brook, escaped on foot Switched the look up, out of state, he got the hook up The flipped cake, thought lighter than the feather Yet heavier than weight when my mindstate starts to break Take cover over RZA instrumental I'm damn near invincible, it's simple [Hook 2X] [Outro: kung fu sample] Tell me, what are they like? They got holes in the top, five round holes While I was watching, this stranger, hit them But his fingers went right through the bone So then, they've... mastered it It's some style of kung fu, you know it? The Skeleton ClawEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wu-Tang LogoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sucker MC’s[ODB] Daddy's home, your daddy's home to stay [Meth] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas Shit's like Hammer Time, niggas can't touch us [RZA] Straight up and down Wu-Tang forever Come tougher than DJ Run's leather Make a better tomorrow Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers The fire come, transmit vire come The higher sire come, we burn your wire Wu-Tang be number one... [Meth & RZA] Four years ago a friend of mine Asked me to say some MC rhymes So I said this rhyme I'm about to say The rhyme was Meth and it went this way Yo, we took a test to become an MC All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me God threw me inside his Cadillac The chaffeur drove off and we never came back Meth cut the record down to the bone And now I rock solid chrome microphones Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs Champagne, caviar, and bubble baths, but see... That's the life that I lead, you sucka MC, we G-O-D Take that and move back, or catch a heart attack Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack I chill at the party in my b-boy stance Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants Fly like a dove, that come from up above My nigga's Iron Lung but you can stay one love It's just a one two three a three a two one Throw your blunts in the air for the god Iron Lung Blow them right in your face with the bass You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste First come, first serve basis Coolin' out boo, take you to the def places One of a kind for you people's delight And to you sucker MC, you know it ain't right Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife Run in a gun fight with nothin' but a knife Bangin' with your boy, slingin' with the crew And everybody know what you've been through It's the one two three three two one Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn Iron Lung Smoke in your place with the highs and the bass Come in first place in the real rap race Go uptown, buy a bag of brown You sucker MC, a sad face clown Gettin' OD ready to rock crowds steady You drive a big car get your gas from Getti [ODB] I'm ODB in the place to be Didn't go to St. John's University In the streets of Brooklyn I acquired the knowledge Allah Mathematics that's higher than college I'm fly on skins that I gets in Queens She love filthy swine and my collard greens I'm dressed to kill, you know our style Cause niggas don't know that Dirty Dogg fly If you wanna see me baby come, you know Dirty Dog is number one X2 I wrote this song about the (?) You gotta know where to start when the beats play X2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Unpredictable[Intro: RZA] Plush whips and rollies, ice chains and stogies No bitch could hold me, in this Thug World [Inspectah Deck] I hold it with the bolo grip, solo control the strip Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over with So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles bare Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like tupper ware The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your mouth Polly with the wild life, cannibal out Give this five course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette Or with the mask on, peelin' the tech Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep And I'm met, with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette Scoop me downtown, cop the brown and back to the bids Twist a blunt in front of Jake and still mash on the strip Stay sick with the rap shit, stacking them chips In the pits, stick shit, cats packing them grips Bad bitch with the black six, after my dick She like, 'this your pussy,' then she splashed my clique Not a fake, not a fraud, see my name on the wall Niggas straight, like an inmate, try'nna make the board Snake waiting, dudes came for sure, I lay law Stay raw, cause a 'massacre' with no 'chainsaw' Half y'all talk about it, but you don't want war See my wolves eat the bones and we still want more We be foaming at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eating So without reason, pounds are squeezing The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and CREAM Bitches ride like the Scream Machine For a taste of it, the chicks strip, clean out the jeans Next thing she was smuggling coke between the seams [Hook: Dexter Wiggles] + (RZA) If real niggas is listening, the life we living in, is wrong (Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable, Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable) Back for transitions, to save us from harm We in the race for time... so we won't lose our mind But if we run the race like a thug We would lose that mind that we made of [RZA] You kept the weapon concealed like a magician's secret dollar bill Liable to pull a knife from out of his heel Snatch the sword from the rock with one hand One finger, bzzz, turn ya body to sand You'll be hoping you'd be Spidey, to get away from this You be hoping you be whitey when the judge get pissed One man, can't uplift the land Like Method Man standing on the hands of fans See the Captain and Lieutenants, true descendant Splendid, unprecedented, hip hop vintage Started from the park benches, before the NARCs could snitch us He was God Cypher Divine, trying to spark the wizards [Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Seen a Lot of Things[Intro] Yeah, yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Expedite lyrics under a godly spirit Thoughts forced to hang-glide even a bird could hear it A bald head with gold metal wings look like it belong in a day The coming of Christ, worshipping the Elohim That's why I wear shades like Cee-Lo Green It's darker than Don Cheadle, we're mean like his deleted scenes The prognosis, divine opus Artistic third eye open, it leave you stuck in a psychosis Or the hemo-tosis Spit venom like an African cobra in the jungle, knownin' my tongue is vulgar I raise the Wu flag when they scream for glory The clouds open the beam of light, you hear my story Custom-made scrolls handwritten in coffee And feather-tip pens one of the prophets brought me And that explains why I spin on the axis Born original, so my mind fades to blackness [Chorus: Harley] Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it I can't live without my faith so I don't walk without it God, I know you led us to do better on this road On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it I can't live without my faith so I don't walk without it God, I know you led us to do better on this road On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Raekwon] Pledge music, we came up from grain up, cloth music Acoustic jungle rap gave us all this project music Blood in and plug niggas, get your mug dented Steel rip steel, I'm finally out the drug business Kneel proper for me Helicopter beige, sage And get blessings from professors on stage, winning Nine swords, 36 Chambers It's like a chess board keeps sliding, opponents get flamed on it Training poems, been the Game of Thrones We been raised and grown These young boys come through, spray your home Facts, they gave me the axe, now lay it on me Criminals have to eat, it's a fact, shorty You're damn right I go the square miles We from the stairs Thousands of pens could hear us from the rare sounds Yeah, the phoenix coming Ten Arabian Staten-adians Who hooded up, known to get it bouncing [Chorus: Harley] Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it I can't live without my faith so I don't walk without it God, I know you led us to do better on this road On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it I can't live without my faith so I don't walk without it God, I know you led us to do better on this road On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Outro: Harley] Seen a lot of things I can't live without my faith God I know you led us to do better on this road On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Wu is Comin’ Through[RZA] Yeah, yeah, check the flavor of this Yo see my pinky? See my thumb? See my fist? Ya better get the hell outta here [RZA & Ol' Dirty Bastard] Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda [RZA] This is the Wu-Tang Clan, we wanna bomb ya [Verse One: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Brothas get petro when Ason appears When I step into your atmos', here comes the fear Can I get riggy-diggy-raw, huh? Man! Who's knows your shields, yes the man I am Which means I'm clean, another slang on your brain Forget about all that handy flocks and chains I'm popular, straight from the opera I rocks on a nigga cuz I'm about ta Blow up! With the jaws, the party I'm in there Ya step to the Shaolin, throw the blunt to the rear What time is it? It's time to whip the whip Mad difference to the pockets, feelin legit Cuz when I come out this way, I don't play To put a brother away, Chk-BLAOW! Blown away Give it to ya raw, my style is hardcore Don't funk the jaw, Wu-Tang jaw Shit is about to get funky in here I die for this cuz you're shot when I'm there Whoever's with me, you better step with me Right now, if not, another beat down [Hook 9X: RZA] The Wu is comin through! [Verse Two: RZA] Yo it might sound dramatic, I'm a rap fanatic The mic is a habit, I gots to grab it Whipped it, flipped it then I sticked it Enter my pocket once I've rocked it Sound is known as the high sin dome Like smoke from a blunt when it enters the dome The deliver the method to improve my effort Of my flow when I got buckwild with the record MC's laid up, they heard my flavor Got a bomb whip like my next door neighbor Never the effect of 28 got me paranoid Girls are somethin I can't avoid Gimme gimme gimme, I stay when I'm simmy But I won't say a gift without somethin on my Jimmy This is the slicksta when I gets ya sister Flipped ya, hit her then I'm quick ta Live New York with a two dime talk Then who keeps walkin through the Times speed talkin Those who hit the, flow seems to get ya Hit you and then Big Prince come and stick ya And I'll be havin you, runnin up the Avenue My rhymes that be grabbin you and beats that be stabbin you Some fail to fuckin voodoo, the drunken monk If it ain't loud enough, pop ya trunk [Hook 9X] [Outro: RZA] So what you gonna do? "Wu-Tang crew" -] Ol' Dirty Bastard *cut and scratched a few times*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy And You Don’t Stop[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'? Def Jam, knowumsayin'? Niggas like Method Man, Redman Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? I don't need no introductions, Cat Whuuuuut [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head I feel assurin' durin', also glad Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss Unique Ason, oh yes, well of course Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it Yes it is me, a total fresh MC Yo, I'm born to be, MC history Rhyming on time because that's the deal You're only as fresh as your ass feel Other MCs, you are bound to fall 'Cause your real world is not a world at all [Chorus: Streetlife] Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB Hands quick as lightenin', technique too deadly Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, his snot box Shadow boxin' better punch, you need oxygen, try again When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in [Verse 2: Masta Killa & Method Man] Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene These cats over here got Glock holdin' him down These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my Agent high told best friend of the wine Still drunk off a cheap wine Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind Can you dig it? Only 5% live it While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it Now fuck around [Chorus: Streetlife] Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB Hands quick as lightenin', technique too deadly Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxygen, try again When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Down wit the All In Together Now Crew The GZA, the RZA, me of course too The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop That's what's made, well made is on my workshop You was unable plus earn advance Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost Have you ever caught the Hip-Hop holy ghost Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics I became a wrecker through my amplifier Break it down base, treble through my dancer That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music It's not classic, Arabic or basic It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly If not don't you pick me and forget me [Chorus: Streetlife] Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB Hands quick as lightenin', technique too deadly Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxygen, try again When you catch the second wind, I'll break you inEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Of Mics and Men[Intro: RZA] Yeah Ten G mics and shit [Verse 1: RZA] Mics and men, books and pen Decent rhymes, hooks and lines One time, where do we begin? The gritty rugged lands of Shaolin Where proud men went from moving crack rocks to moving mountains Moving crowds and making mothers proud now Walk out of places where our people wasn't allowed in I took a hi-hat, a snare, and a kick drum A bass, a G-note, turned it into hit songs Now every we make forty G’s, nigga please, Killa Bees Pay a quarter mill for the emcees at night, aight? I kick it like a Nike flight 25 years later, who thought that we could be greater? The name of Wu-Tang gets spread on both sides of the equator The RZArector grew to be a movie director Still smoke blunts with the Meth and rock mics with Inspectah Still crash bars with Shallah And my brother Divine, he still push the flyest cars But he added a yacht to his repertoire And they marvel how the Jugger still caked with Tony Starks While The RZA and U-God still shake the fatal darts Cappadonna try to put a hole inside your heart Jamel Irief push that chess piece across the board With the sound of a sword bein' released from its sheath And Ol' Dirty Shimmy Shimmy Ya from beneath And Power still got that rugged gear in the streets It’s Wu-Tang's "Mics and Men", we Killer Bees Mathematics stay craft-matic on the beats [Verse 2: Cappadonna] I'm in the MKX with the opposite sex Trying to take her from the suburb back to the projects Money, chicks, fast cars, that's my obsess I ain't obligated to nothing except contracts Honey do you do dirty, niggas is still contacts Lovin' the babes daily, feedin' 'em blowback Can’t let nothing walk by but a bubble ass Get money, pop bottles, then we double the cash Slip by the shop, other niggas’ll fall back See Divine on the ocean in the yacht Flip money bags when our Hulu shit pop Ferragamo belt with the Gucci bought Yo, you can't tell me nothing bout the Coogi, hah When I was the one out there making the shit hot When you was in the spot, you was just a young snot I was in the ball game pitching the rock Wu-Tang forever, we always on grind Like Diddy told you, we ain’t never gon' stop [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Man, have you not heard that one word given will have you missing? Listen to the fly piano, Wu-Gambino soprano Deck and Dino, owners of their own casino RZA keynote, Stoudemire, young Amar'e Flow hotter than the Kalahari Skipping off the rim of the snare Every rhyme line rich without the line combined With the power refined See my mind shine brighter than Einstein Shallah pen bleed then the dawn is my time So run, tell a friend, you can check it on Showtime It's Wu, Mics and MenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wu-Tang Master[Intro: Kung Fu samples] You would do anything to get all of the Wu-Tang sword styles! The Wu-Tang sword style The Wu-Tang sword style [Verse 1: RZA] Yo, enter the dragon, the kid I'm for baggin' Whip them now it's time to start raggin' Victim's two for this if they got the proper Step up please to play the Ra, shut Head first that's the wrong blow to throw Jump fit now step what you dead You arouse the anger, the Wu-Tang slang-a That diga-diga-danger Just go on the issue and make me wanna get a tissue Dismiss you, put it to your head and dismiss you For your weak rhyme proposal, I just froze you 'Cause you chose to play me for a softy I freeze so many MC's they ought to call me frosty Not sho man, no man is a slow man I be makin' dough like the Pillsbury dough man And burnin' MCs is all natural Be like cabby and go up and laugh at you And while he laughin' I be bombin' Calmin', alarmin' sound that be bombin' MCs like a group of Killa Beez No one in the world make rhymin' trilogies Slick majestic but you can past the Prince Rakeem is the Wu-Tang Master [Chorus: Kung Fu samples] The Wu-Tang sword style The Wu-Tang sword style The Wu-Tang sword style The Wu-Tang sword style [Verse 2: RZA] Kick to the tragic, rabic, tactic of rappin' You bastard and prepare your casket Death is the finally step when y'all step To intercept the rep of the brother who has kept His status, stop the madness, that is I'm not the gladest, the baddest The phattest but Rakeem is the cleanest But Rakeem is the CREAM when it comes to my team Know what I mean? Past imperial, bust my itereria I blow from Bolivia to Nigeria Just to know that black, y'all could know that Me being wack is like naps on Kojack Non-existent, ya keep ya distance You wanna battle? Bring assistance Proxy, moxy, groups of troupers Pulling super duper, wanna step to ya Pass the stereo, king with the venereal Here's the imperial I fucked up my stereo You pop your Glocks and watch the Fort Knox Why not? I got flavor like Dr. Butterscotch You can't hang with the slang I register Now you wanna make a replica but you could never past the Prince Rakeem, the Wu-Tang Master [Outro: Kung Fu samples] The Wu-Tang sword style The Wu-Tang sword style The Wu-Tang sword style The Wu-Tang sword styleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 96 Recreation (Demo)[Intro: RZA] Yeah, start wit that one Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: RZA] My acoustic pugilistic lingustic rap fabric Is a mixture of Arabic, Sanscrit, English, italics I talk quick, y'all bitches can't comprehend my dick release spit But love should I release hits We travel through bodies like blood vessels While y'all crab niggas try to wrestle to be on top of this pedestal Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin, I'm chessboxin Words is rushin through like a herd of angry oxen [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Fatal for these pussy cat niggas is dead weight Concentrate, my murder rate excellerate, terminate So spoil like coke in the foil Knock knock, I shot the whole block Electricity, flow splendidly Internally inside of me like Tony Starks tee I create excellency, one-sixty call L-O-U-N-G assist me Papi wardrobe is key, roll promptly For slang hall, vocabulary Igor, Frankenstein mind Rewind for a minute while I dig down your track, stupid I move quick shit is accurate, Kojack tactics Chaos, killa bee minds, high society blackness, spread the rumor [Verse 3: RZA] My lyrical marvel makin more cream than Carvel Y'all niggas best to hold your weight like barbell To my verbal swordsman school, students don't play truant My most prudent pupil, rhyme under influence Of alcohol and tobacco, mushrooms imported from Morocco Bellies on the rocks and a twenty sack of choco With forty tales and gold around the fist, bitch I carve Lyrics on the paper so my family won't starve [Verse 4: Cappadonna] I'm deep in the shit, I stay highly involved Never in-conceited, never been beated Been trapped in many wars but not yet retreated My style you need it, I just write to read it It's all fresh lyric, no nothing gets repeated I came a long way and guess what, I succeeded I conquer my opponent and feed him baby food 'Cause he's childish and illiterate and ye has been rude To the father year me, O-R-I-G Respond to the war with the Killa Bee law [Verse 5: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Scavenger nigga, you's a shrimp A full line of shit, my ear can't digest it Stop drinking all that water, let's take it to the land So I can Godzilla up your shit mister Tiny Tim man Niggas be creeping up my beanstalk When I start to come down on your fucking ass You tried to chop shit on up Played my shit like parks bitch, I'm that [Verse 6: RZA] Legendary microphone's weaponry You secondary bitch ass fairies Scary cats won't survive this verbal attack You think you're slang can match The Wu-Tang, emphatically now cypher You fake crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue While you young guns bunge, we plunge into the grunge Deep into the dark dungeon, we come in one wind Nine minds combine to form the wisest rhyme force to summon I be the quoted mathematical combination Unloading mysteries of life, you feel my solar wind blowing [Verse 7: Cappadonna] Just then, I came on the stage like wind Blew slang in your face and it touch your skin You felt chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy You need a coat just to protect your throat Two pairs of socks, kid I'm cold like ice rocks Chap-lipped duds can't fuck with the chatterbox Cherry heads felt the draft of the ox Shaolin niggas all fuck with one block.. They forgot about the big Cappa slang murderer Down with the union big street sling murderer Terrorizing, move I'm tranquilizing Fast getaway wit the slow speed driving Two miles an hour, Cappa do it wit the power Somebody blow something, cut fool in the towerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pearl Harbor (Remix)[Verse 1: Method Man] No-no-no-no-no-no-nobody eatin’ That’s everybody, I mean anybody I might leave somebody bleedin’ Or watch me catch a homi', even hit you in the lobby Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin’ Don’t try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army Dirty money in the laundry, don’t ask why, I got my reasons I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin’ [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me [Verse 2: Sean Price] Yo, you ever been face-fucked with a four-fifth? Sweating, facial expression is stressing like ‘oh shit’ That’s the shit that I don’t like Non-rappin’ rappers in the booth and they don’t write Fuckin’ stupid ass rappers Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers P! What it do, nigga? I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas I don’t weirdo with queer clothes I share flows, when it enter your earhole Shit, it’s a thing of pure beauty Everything that’s spittin’ is written by yours truly Nigga, when Sean write hard Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars Pa, I’m the greatest of all-time How should we forget the latest with Alzheim’s? [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me [Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch] Merciless with the flow, with the spit I'm ridiculous I do not lick chicks, I do the beatbox on they clitoris Like (imitating beatbox sounds) The God represents Sun, Earth, Moon, Star A beast on all fours, smack your chick on her keister The conquistador rockin' the mink on Easter Never cease to amaze the crowd, a speech to famine (?) When I talk on Instagram, they won't be shootin' you with no cannon Smile, give 'em Candid Camera You verses The God is Godzilla verses Gamera Enema, cannibal with animal instincts Think Hannibal with the elephants channelling six tanks New York Knickerbocker slick quicker-picker-upper stick Dick her sister down, take the picture, get the number, click Pick six hitter cop whips for the whole team But the stick is still in the window, the sickest nigga from Queens Break it down [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me [Verse 4: Tek] Trill nigga but I ain't gotta say it The way that I move, how I'll display it I talk less and I listen more Usually about the slow booth while cheffin' up the raw Been throwin' barrels to niggas' medullas Since Slick Rick been rappin', while he was the ruler (Once Upon A Time) Graduated school of hard knocks When your mama was doin' things for hard rocks N.W.A. back in the day, O'Shea Let the AK go in your face Drumroll Standing ovation, Thug 1-O-1 was my motivation [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology Shoot your old lady in her privacy A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me Form better niggas, club night, no sparklesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tar Pit[Chorus: Method Man, (George Clinton)] Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4) [Verse 1: U-God] Blood money mercenaries, think you can muscle Wu? It's a foot race, who can out-hustle who? Hip hop junkie flunky, monkey see, monkey do Great minds connect like mobster rings Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra thing I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame, on the wall is the plaques Old ball and chain, I named her Madam X She love big cannons, sex unprotected You better respect it, kid, we 'bout to set trip You get ya neck ripped, eyeballs are scoping I don't sell crack, I sell dopium Catch him at the podium, nah, he moving too fast Professor X, behind the bulletproof glass You need a Wu pass, a bag of that high Easy with the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy [Chorus: Method Man, (George Clinton)] Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4) [Verse 2: Cappadonna] We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's We grind everyday and we hustle for cheese Got our face on the front of CD's, we off the hook W.T.C. y'all soft and shook Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM And back heads down every time we sing Give us a hundred grand for a show, let us rock For more money, more chicks, more private stock [Verse 3: Streetlife] They call me Streetlife, slap the taste Out ya mug, know ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya face Throw a slug, catch a case Meanwhile, beat trial, back on that cash cow Getting CREAM, however, a street brother know how Point blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot, I got bank Pass the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em with the showshotter Peace to my ala mater, Wu-Tang block scholars Never settle for less, promoters pay us top dollar [Chorus: Method Man, (George Clinton)] Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4) [Outro: George Clinton] The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggas all'll quit Talking that short dick shit, we was s'posed to be cool Only the clue's on the other end of the stick Somebody let the monkeys out the cage Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo Chickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodrat Somebody let the monkeys out the cage Barney here is down to a feeding dreadlock Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a headlock Macy Gray's hair between your leg lock Somebody let the monkeys out the cage Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back Somebody let the monkeys out the cage Somebody let the monkeys out the cage {*coughs*} This shit is strong, god damn, what you got in there? Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo Chickenhead skeezer crackhead hoodrat Somebody let the monkeys out the cage Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back Calabama niggas all'll quit Talking that short dick shit Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm speaking loud Venacular ass kicking, truth got there in crowd Shit, they call me the lethal lip The linguistic, full metal jacket of venacular ballistic Shooting out at the mouth without Chap or Blistec Here's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk diaper rash I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point tongue Dum dum, pow, shot from gattling gums Hooked on phonics, packing a vicious vocabulary Malicious, with malice and mayhem Fuck a dictionary, give me the mic and I'll slay Them and literally poetic symptoms Pissing me the fuck off, missing me with that shit I stick a venacular foot so far up in ya ass You won't be able to pass verbal gas So far in ya ass that one of my knees will rise so far above ya head And you drown of a poetic ass kicking Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail That hung on my big toe, as I flow upward Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear some? Tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath Cavity in ya best rhyme, and I'm the access on the rest Call me the proverbial verbal menacing dentist With the drill, I got lyrical skills I could perform oral root canals It's unwise to fuck with me Kick ya wisdom teeth down ya throat Leaving you to choke On where it hurts, unspoken vocals Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight With toe jamming and ya mothafucking hemmoroids Fuck the dumb shit...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Problemz[Woman] I'm sick doc, when can you help me? My mind's thinkin about shit I don't wanna think about [Doc] Pssh.. that's yo' problem [Hook 4X: sample *singing*] Comfort me, you are this and that You are this and that [Verse 1: RZA] Yo, check out yo.. I never listen to the things that my brother keeps tellin me Hittin up thoroughly cuz my dreams are deep felony Brothers on the beat have desires of hurtin' me My legend on the verge of convertin me Poppa be tellin me what I should be Grand dad talks up things that I could be Friends are finicky what I'm gonna be When no one ever asked me, what I wanna be A teenager cops keep arresting me, big head and brothers keep testin me I don't understand, the way my bothers lovin me Outter world pushin me, inner world shoving me No tape out but my friends keep provokin me Commotion is constantly chokin me Havin nightmares with guilt that is hurtin me Tryin to avod this crab girl that is wantin me Somebody help me, I've gotta be free Of the trouble of society, I have problems [Hook 3X] [Verse 2: RZA] Now they got me out buggin, strung out on crack Be gettin discriminated because I'm black My house once was a mansion but now it's a shack My best friend talked about me, behind my back Things would change, I thought that at first, right? Time goes on, things got worst Poppa now drinking, and he hit me When I relayed it to my girl, she quit me Tryin to make a better way something keeps holdin me Dad leaves mom, now she is schoolin me My brother fightin me, neighbor dog bitin me What is goin down? No one is invitin me Be put into the parcel , it's not healin me Broke as sex and it's killin me I was a good citizen now I'm a leech Get some other girl to increase my grief My mom said that she better off without me No girl, no friends, who cares about me? Grand dad is mad, about to have a heart attack Grandma is worried, she may think I'm on crack I could collapse but I could feel myself Come to the conclusion, maybe I should kill myself You see what I'm going through? I have problems, what can I do? [Hook 4X] [Verse 3: RZA] I go to sleep to keep my mind from my sorrow Hopin it'll be a new and better day tomorrow And as I sleep, I dream, rearrangin, changin all bad things The light is clear, my thoughts flushed loose Things that I do well I put it to use I rap, I write, I co' rock the mic I do things good cuz it's things that I like So I make the demo tape with my voice on track Took it to Melquan, he sent it back With a note attached sayin he admired me Made me a contract and then hired me Now I'm makin records, everybody praise me Do I get scooped man? It doesn't phaze me My rep is known all on the town I once was lost but now I'm found Put the pen to the fullest, brand new attitude To those who helped me, I give my gratitude Have a new girl, new friends, new ways Could pass the gun now I have a new thing It is true we all have problems Well reach deep down inside of yourself and you'll solve those problems... [Hook to fade] [RZA] Divine Prince Master Rakeem AllahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Do The Same As My Brother Do[Intro: RZA] Life is what you make it My darling, my dear Try to make it [Verse 1: RZA] If I could, I would, if I can't, I won’t Please forgive me if I don't Should, some should be I come from the strangest streets I come from the place where love and danger meets A house full of noisy kids, boys avoiding bids Unemployed, on skid row, we had no toys for kids We would bang our thumbs, gunshots, they run We would bang on drums made from garbage cans Even garbageman make more than mom They make more than teachers, next door the preachers They were sure they would reach us but we'd never listen Niggas drunk and pissing on the side of the building Can’t provide for children, someone stop the squealing Turned to drugs for healing, thug sneaking and killing Cop sirens are screaming, inside the cars, we dreaming One day we could own one, right now we can't bump crumbs My brother would sell jawns, my mother would yell, "Son You'll end up in jail, son, or dead or in Hell, son" But what could she tell son? That money excel, son Tony got knocked up, now looking for bail, son Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son Doing pushups in a six by four cell, son A hard head makes a soft tail, son And my little brother on that same trail, son [Chorus: RZA] Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle And we ignore the ones who truly loves you As we do foolish things we see the others do I try to do the same things my big brother do Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle And we ignore the ones who truly loves you As we do foolish things we see the others do I try to do the same things I saw my brother do [Verse 2: RZA] Loaded guns in the shoebox, fingerprints on the ooh-wop Ziploc plastic bags with black and blue tops We slung on the block and watch out for the blue coats Ses blunts we pas after two tokes Starving for a G-note back, and forth on the ferry boat Coming up from poverty, we were very broke To twenty-eight grams, expand to a thousand grams Reap the twenty dollar bills passed through a thousand hands Multi-project apartments, spots bubbling Never went to clubs with less than a dozen men Recruiting young gunners and runners, let my cousin in Spot gets knocked, my brother locked the fuck up again Another mama's son stuck in the fucking pen To disperse, no one to trust, back to struggling Now I'm on the streets trying to get my hustle in Cheap wine guzzling, life is so puzzling [Chorus: RZA] Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle And we ignore the ones who truly loves you As we do foolish things we see the others do I try to do the same things my big brother do Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle And we ignore the ones who truly loves you As we do foolish things we see the others do I try to do the same things I saw my brother doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Let Me At ThemYoyoyoyoyoYO! Yo Is the niggas ready for this son? Niggas ain't ready for this ock One two whatcha wanna do (I'm gonna give it to em anyway though 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 time it is Blessed with the art rhymes that's sharp like a circular saw Hit the floor like Dorf, who wants the war None slide by my, lyrical driveby Shots bust, making blocks huss Plus snipe the cops when they rush Built like construction tools Crushing fools, in twos Forced you to blast out your fuckin shoes A South swap with the bombs I drop Plan A to terrorize you can't stop the plot Execution of an amateur, who dares to challenge a Clansman, holding a sword like Excalibur Truth is my shield, show and prove I reveal Reality, the coldness a heart can feel Livin life where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to five But I survived through these live times I nearly died Now I'm wanted by death I did escape Now it's thrown on a tape for those who can relate Still I wrap my face take a space in the staircase Hits takin place, yo God, watch the Jakes Out of state court dates, chase me with the warrants For my insurance, switched names to Michael Lawrence The Rebel, stomps through the slums I'm from Coming through with nuff niggas, and nuff guns to bust son So read the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal Potential witnesses are incapable Of testifying, they want me frying in the chair Plus the case closed, I broke free of the shackles, and safe clothes I make foes, exasperate them, I make friends Cause today's friends, show theyselves as snakes in the end And if you fit the trend then Protect Ya Neck Shaolin, INS, Killa Hill Projects No one on this earth, can hold me No one on this earth, can fool me No one on this earth, can grip the mic Like, I, do, nigga You ever, feel, that you can Test me, you got to face the Clan and Never, return to the mic again There's no one in the world Let me at them! I blast off lyrics like a Magnum Forty-four caliber, bustin mad holes in my challenger Turning your trunk to swiss cheese The wild freestyler, wild like Gene Wilder Wu-Tang killa bee aimed at your brain With my stinger, it stun your mind, when I bring ya Thirty-six chambers of anger, frustration For waiting, to let loose on the nation Far from commercial no need for no rehearsal Hit you from all angles then form a circle Go against the grain, get hit close range When I Slam, like Onyx, comp get stomped, that's a promise I'll represent, here's the evidence Science of math on a plate to make sense My technique of speech is deep, like Leviathan Hittin up your block with rhymes, weapon firing Shooting for the platinum, then bring it back to The same place I got the gat from, let me at them!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It’s All About Me[Intro: RZA] Me.. me [Hook x4: RZA] (It's all about who?) It's all about me [Verse 1: RZA] Booga booga bang! Yo Enter the Wu-Tang Clan Get a god damn, yes I am the man And I'm gonna blow, make mad dough Girls sweat me 'cause I've got the flow Not the one to front when it comes to a stunt I be quoting books like brothers smoke blunts And do what you got to do, hold your own Don't try to pass me just pass the bone I get slam just as the hit rams See? A girl flipped hands 'cause she wanted to jam I told her, "Yo, be on your very way I'm not gonna be your's, I won't beg you to stay" Hey, what's the hardest thing about it? Like De La Soul Between me, myself and I, it's a small world I have to figure out, what is life about It's all about me! [Hook x4] (It's all about who?) It's all about me [Verse 2: RZA] Here I come, here I come with the Wu-Tang drum It ain't no fun if I don't get none So I got mines, you better get yours When it comes to Kim's, gotta get yours Ooh, kind of frisky, could this be it? Risky I pull stings on you, like girls hit me The incredible, talk unforgettable Talk what I do, chew when I walk On Pillsbury dough, I'm hitting like a ho Forty-five, then I strike like lightning bolts In the sky, right for your eye I chop off the head of the guy that despise First to merk me meets the controversy Who'll be the first MC to try and curse me? Watch watch watch watch me knock him out And tell him what it's about, it's all about me [Hook x4] (It's all about who?) It's all about me [Verse 3: RZA] Master of the Wu-Tang, here I am again About to ill again, kill 'em with my pen Check 'em check 'em, watch me as I wreck 'em Brothers jump up like a straw as I dissect 'em I was all wild when I fouled your whole style The crowd gets wild in the Isle, then I bow Gotta have it, see a mic, I grab it Here's a fat ass, fast I gotta stab it Hanky panky, the rap suckers thank me So many brides, I end up with a blank G See? I'm not the one to be played Got a gun now I'm not afraid Quick to put a savage in the grave The behavior possessed by the nature Population causes me to be a slayer So I walk around taking devils out And show 'em what it's about, me [Hook to fade w/ variations] (It's all about who?) It's all about meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dirty the Moocher[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Ladies and gentlemen introducing Cab Calloway Featuring the Dirt Dog First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack The heat is on, I'm about to blow up the spot All I wanna see is fire cause I'm makin shit hot Like the blow between Glocks, mad niggas I shot Give a fuck on a cop, conversate with a lock Down at the chop-chop, 600th and Rock Crazy as a fox tryin to rob Fort Knox The DeNiro-Al Pachino war Tryin to score mad dough like a million or more For the illegal war that's all I saw It's all about that knot in ya I'm alone, I roll with 6 niggas with stones Every hour tap my phone with embezzlement stones Get a loan from the stocks because of my pops Fifty bills in the pocks, Wu-Gambino got props [Cab Calloway] But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi) Hoooooooooooooooooooooo (Hoooooooooooooooooooooo) He-de-he-de-he-de-he (He-de-he-de-he-de-he) Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy (Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Elevator scheme with the scheme to catch CREAM Some diamond rings, jewels all types of priceless things Just in case you don't make it to the safe Don't talk to Jakes or your whole shit be laced Got a bomb bout ready to blow up shit The White House nuh be quiet as a mouse My job is hundred proof, better know the scoop Got niggas undergrounds, in your walls, in your roofs About made zoo, 6-6-6-6-2 Cause I'm goin all out with the supplies of Balu I'm unstoppable, my six man team is unstoppable Stickin my middle fuckin finger at you Livin in America's fuckin fucked up When I was young some say I had no sense I rhymed all day until my throat got tense And bought em by the cage from my lungs to my knees In the winter I cough, all summer I sneeze Ah-choo! Then I was sore, there was only one cure Original rhymes wholesome in thought Democratics are debatin wanna be the imitatin But the knowledge that I'm givin positively stimulatin I acknowledge any MC in a South Bronx town South Proof Projects, did they really go down Shit, I remember when I was 12 years old I didn't know about frontin or playin a role I thought I was slick, I fell harder than bricks With my best lyrics and my uptown ticks Prince start jackin in my baseball cap I'm tellin many chit-chats step off my jockstrap Approach this party other known as a jam Lookin for my cousin Bam-Bam Sleepingham ]From front to back the jam was packed Over there some dance, over there I just macked I looked around then I started to walk Heard an older woman's voice and a silly slang talk The kid was nice for payin the price And give weak MCs beneficial advice Yes, beneficial meaning good for more Frontin cause with the mamas would have loved to explore Studied MC and changed lyrics around Before I became a member of the lost and sound My words I strung, I bettered my voice Rollin over people known to be top choice Ch-ch - BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW Hoodlum Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi) Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho (Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho) He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee (He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee) Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo (Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hood Go Bang! (Remix)[Chorus: Redman] This is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! (Yeah) This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! Yeah, here we go (Here we go) I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! (BANG!) This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! *click click* BANG! [Verse 1: Method Man] Yo, this is how it sound when the hood go bang You can cop a couple of bricks of good cocaine I’m a block scholar, call me Dollars, I don’t change I’m a Rottweiler, diamond collar with gold fangs Yep, a top shotter, Don Dada, rhyme proper Might even take the ‘R’ out of brother—why bother? Mic on Halloween, I mean, I’m clearly a monster We gathered here today so that I could dearly depart ya Math, bars better than Willy Wonka’s It’s how to get away with a murder—you feel me, Shonda? Rhymes like karma, I’m hood, stash the contra You ever hear a rhymer this good, smack ya mamas But it’s still death over dishonor ‘Cause you can get it next and get death over this drama Math verse Meth, this Civil War is a starter Men turn to martyrs, Wu-Tang bang regardless [Chorus: Redman] Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! Yeah, here we go (Here we go) I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! *click click* BANG! [Verse 2: Raekwon] We stay shattered and clutch the gold links Everything on is mint, I came through in a Reno, all tinted I'm known to make a million in jet King Joffrey and its cadets Shooters from the boonies that's looney Hold the Tec with all respect, expose his neck Trees burn 'em out, niggas is learning now The Archbishop murder through March, Clarks is slippers I spark blippers, bloggers catch way shot zippers The movie's all state of the art, we throw grenades and blades And darts and changed the grain, this sharp Remain remarkable, we ain't playing this part We can't explain this art, he ain't the same as us, he pus Glass of gin for my jewelers, too many rugers nigga [?] [?] hundred Benz in Bermuda Known to fuck a party up and bounce We hog-tie little rappers, give 'em black eyes like Little Rascals [Chorus: Redman] Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! Yeah, here we go (Here we go) I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! *click click* BANG! [Verse 3: U-God] What it sound like? Here's another sound right The sounds of a hundred rounds, blacked down at night And in hindsight, I'm still on this plane The hood slang go bang, the big change to swank Take an A, met these lanes, Mr. Officer Skane It's just the dialect that I select when I slang Who's saying? Your false talk, you get erased like chalk Who's for? Or who shot hawk? And who popped off? Th men and mouse shit, public service announcements Careful we’re burnings a ounce of small town houses Youthful offenders meet the public defender Who offers you a fight attempt, plea deal with a mayday to surrender What a fucked-up summer Had a brand new come up This Fourth of July bullets fly and the doves cry To [?] face in the R.I.P. white tee From a ricochet of the red bricks to the headpiece [Chorus: Redman] Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! Yeah, here we go (Here we go) I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! *click click* BANG!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Iron Flag Album CoverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What You in Fo’.. {*jail interlude*} .. [RZA] Son I just slapped my bitch Came to my crib 'bout half past six Kid's in shitty diapers, no food was fixed I was like, "Yo bitch - why ain't no food fixed?" She on the phone with her friend talkin bout dick I snatched the receiver from that bitch like CLICK She got all excited, tryin to throw fit Swung at me then I swung back - BITCH! [Method Man] What you in fo'? It happened in the club With some thugs I was at the bar, smokin bud, hollerin at love Ladybug was playin in my peachfuzz, she was Talkin hot fudge, can't nobody do it like she does In the hot tub - didn't know her man was in the club And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub It must have been the drugs or the alcohol buzz, had me Shootin my game like a thirty-eight snub baby Let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a shove What the blood, dude actin like he won the Golden Gloves I get one for holdin grudge, but if this kid throw a slug I'mma throw a slug - that's how we be rollin cuz I see this dud tryin to play me like a pair of Lugz Big John Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mug What you in fo'? .. {*jail interlude*} .. [Streetlife] I'm locked down for tryin to hold my block down since a shorty The Old Earth was like, "Street put the Glock down" I was raised in slums, love how the gun sounds And now I got one - c'mon, who wanna front now? Sunup to sundown, ready for showdown Whoever wanna throw down, the gangsters better slow down Wake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us (What you in fo'?) In for murder over money love and lust (What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you twice I might bang you twice and take double the life What you in fo'? [Raekwon the Chef] Jail status - get up Wash a nigga mattress faggot, you heard about me right? Pass off them packages cat, you gotta eat to live Meet the crib; got a hundred starvin niggas in here big So pop off, drugs that's props, bring in Glocks we call 'em oxes Be a real live nigga, swing mops and shit, take over shit Fuck the C.O.'s, aiyyo Boo, I need clothes Slide brokers where phones get hid Fuck with Russians and Latins The most powerful marble black slipper style Goin out thrashin niggas, kicks get thrown Big sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops Notarized wigs, lay six months That's alright dog, make it home Lord Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under walls Bang monster anger Bop through the halls with bangers Live God like the Abbot of all chambers.. .. {*jail interlude*} ..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Reunited (Remix)[Ol' Dirty Bastard *singin*] [RZA] Reunited cuz it feels so good Yo, yo, niggas ain't shit Reunited cuz we're understood Your bitch ain't shit There's one perfect thing and Your momma ain't shit Children this one is it Your daddy ain't shit We both we're so excited cuz You ain't shit We're reunited, hey! hey! Niggas ain't shit Your momma ain't shit Your daddy ain't shit You ain't shit, you ain't shit Yo, yo [GZA] Reunited, double LP, world excited Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited From metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked niggas come, try to burglarize the turf Scattin off soft-ass beats, them niggas rap happily Tragically, that style, de-ter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor Casual dresser, you may dress fresher The way that I speak this shit is energetic My physique of meat is quite athletic Remove all MC's who disapprove That my funky fresh particle always have the groove You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite All negative on the mic, I dislike Try to rock the mic but only will reduce Try to get loose, you juice as a youth Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen To rock and shock beats, polite when I recite Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right Try to be talkative, there's no alternative Hide until I forgive, this motive I am unique with the perfected physique The objective of my rhyme is my own technique I maintain the paradise on this Earth With the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth Watch a nigga catch a purse Super-hero niggas die Do my dirt, get away and multiply You bitches, ya nice guys Always want bitch, because ya need mine I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show Cuz nobody can't fuck with me! You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me With all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money! Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxin in Like a skeleton, growin back ya skin? When I was young, I was taught how to produce The science of babies gettin loose I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt We ain't sayin nuthin I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert Love potion, plenty bones I put up What!? What!? What!? What!? You know what time it is Mothefuckers! [Ol' Dirty Bastard *singing*] [Ms. Roxy] Reunited and it feels so good It's Wu mothefuckers Reunited cuz we're understood ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers There's one perfect thing And children this one is it We both we're so excited Cuz we're reunited, hey! hey! It's Wu motherfuckers Ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers Ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers Ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin? I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down Master P, you holdin it down KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down Give Snoop my love, E-40 MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond This is family, I don't give a fuck! Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga! Y'all niggas know how the fuck I get down! KnowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit! KnowImean? I love y'all niggas! Motherfucker, my stomach hurts! Bitch, I got to go! (ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Assed Out[Intro: Method Man] 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 [Verse 1: Method Man] What's happening? Who get it cracking like a neck snapping For the rapping, and who them fellas packing yelling Staten From the background, I'll back down a few Try to clown us in the past, where they at now? I'm ill as baby powder with the smackdown, for the record My brain is like the project projected, for the Method Go see my nigga Kush, he got the best shit for burning This one go out for whom it may concerning Spending they entire earning, trynna get a higher learning MC's is vermin, like E be Sermon Ya'll too determined, feeling yaself like Pee-Wee Herman While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that cabbage Silly rabbits, how many kids'll trick you out your carrots Ghetto bastards and ghetto bitches, I break you like a bad habit My dick is two inches too big for it's britches Uh, so fuck a mister and your misses Cottonmouth niggas X'ed out like Merry Christmas, that all Uh-huh, be home *Bell rings* [Verse 2: Method Man] Knock, knock, who is it, Tical I pop digit My block too hot to visit, round here, you gots to live it MC's, you must admit it, I'm deadly on this mic like Anthrax on this premise, anyone of ya'll can get in I breathe, Backwoods sleeves and THC I bleed, kamikazes and forty OZ's America's Most, the better the smoke, the better the quotes For cheddar, Meth'll sever the throat, whatever the coast I'm home, let the sun shine on, get his grind on And get some phone time, everytime I'm in your timezone Look here, it's crooked letter I, ya'll don't meet nothing but crooks here It's hot in hell's kitchen, get your cookware, for goodness MC's is like that shit chicks be gushing For pushing, got me tooken down to Central Booking I stick out, as if Tical just walked up in the party with my dick out And I'm prepared to take the shit I dish out [Interlude: Sample] “When you realize that what you got ain't what you want” [Verse 3: GZA] On the, yo, on the expressway, suddenly, I, um, hit the breaks A mistake, patrol figure just, ran the plates I pull to the shoulder, a half mile ahead The vibe got colder when the marksman said "Yo, you in the truck, get the fuck out your car Put your hands where my eyes could see, not far" A fat slob, with pepperspray in the canister Donut shop lounger, nine mil brandisher Plus my half pound just rang the bell Of the bloodhound, had an acute sense of smell I guess he was tired of the strip and booking whores Moving off a tip he's claimed he's looking for Some MC's wanted for a string of break-ins Last seen wearing long minks and snakeskinsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Protect Ya Neck (Shao Lin Version)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA] Wu-Tang Clan coming at ya (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) Protect ya neck, kid (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) To set it off (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) The Inspectah Deck [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man So uh, tick-tock and keep tickin' While I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin' The Lone Ranger, code red, danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart The vandal, too hot to handle You battle, you're sayin' "Goodbye" like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal [Verse 2: Raekwon] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile Rae got it goin' on, pal, call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat Blow up your project, then take all your assets 'Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb shit like math So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man 'Cause I grab the clip and hit ya with sixteen shots and more, I got Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, ah [Verse 3: Method Man] It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth Movin' on your left, ah And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, cock me back Small change, they puttin' shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame my style'll live forever Niggas crossin' over, but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a "sue" Enough respect due to the one-six-ooh I mean O, yo, check out the flow Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin' Niggas off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me *cough* [Verse 4: U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed Ow, here comes my Shaolin style True B-A-ba-B-Y-U To my crew with the "sue" [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Watch your step, kid) (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) Come on, baby, baby, come on, baby, baby (Protect ya neck) (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) Come on, baby, baby, come on (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) Yo, you best protect ya neck [Verse 5: Ol Dirty Bastard] First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center, you enter the winter Straight up and down, that shit is packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin' Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps Niggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash Bite my style, I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass [Verse 6: Ghostface Killah] For cryin' out loud, my style is wild, so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds I give an order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin' star 'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes [Verse 7: RZA] Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that It's ten o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at? Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums, we'll be Comin' around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius Take us the fuck outta here [Verse 8: GZA] The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table That's what you get when you misuse what I invent Your empire falls and you lose every cent For tryna blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb Should've pumped it when I rocked it Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors, they're scared to death to pump these First of all, who's your A&R? A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar? But he don't know the meanin' of dope When he's lookin' for a suit-and-tie rap That's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight [Outro: RZA] You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neckEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Thirsty Fish(You know they're killers themselves People die for them You know, guys that I fooled with were killers themselves Want it?, how you want it? stop that!, stop that!) These are the men who lead the crime families of America I control 26,000 men Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime And if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind And destroy your home In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin) [Ghostface] We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens Broke the slot machines out in Queens, Grey Poupon is rebel on rap Smack on, swing like batons, most want niggas smoked like Hilshire Farms Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on Duns You run heroins, Primatine mist is afraid of my lungs Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips Picture afro, big shish-ka-bobs and daishikis 1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties [Cappadonna] Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one 'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion Destination be the cash when I step past one Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like Eskimo flow Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rap got nine lives I'll take a few hundred-thousand dollar dives And then I still never go down Until the last round I shine When RZA do his thing motherfucker, I'ma do mine [Raekwon] Now, where I come from cats be carryin' Marryin' drug money Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit Plus quick to buy shit Chef, yeah, you know the whole gods Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time Play it like Canadian wine, RZA 's the rhyme now, the sacredness of One's true mind Now let's get colorful like money green High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigga roaster Yeah, GOD, be havin' my whole steez laced Now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots Aim Glocks train style, Figaro fly jewel Tri-color Cubans swerving we'll pow with Germans in Suburbans 24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant Dons sendin' my sons membership forms They still gettin' this paper scraper Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passing like Lakers And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, Rich Liberace Fetus style and block your goals like hockeyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Redemption (Intro)[Intro: sample] I’ve taught you well. Everything I know. You’ve even surpassed my skill. But why’s it so important! Years ago your father was a royal guard. The best that there was. He won many royal merits. And still during a special contest he was beaten by five [kung-fu] experts. He was disgraced. So was our clan It was long ago but he has never forgotten that day though. And your his only hope. To redeem the clan, retrieve our honorEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Protect Ya Neck (bloody version)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA] Wu-Tang Clan coming at ya (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) Protect ya neck, kid! (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) To set it off (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) The Inspectah Deck! [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier The hell-raiser, raisin’ hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin' While I get ya flippin’ off the shit that I'm kickin' The Lone Ranger, code red, danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart The vandal, too hot to handlе You battle, you're sayin' "Goodbye" likе Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal [Verse 2: Raekwon] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile Rae got it goin' on, pal, call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I’ma get mad deep like a threat Blow up your project, then take all your assets ’Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb shit like math So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man 'Cause I grab the clip and hit ya with 16 shots and more, I got Goin’ to war with the meltin' pot, akh [Verse 3: Method Man] It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth Movin' on your left, aah! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, cock me back Small change, they puttin’ shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame my style'll live forever Niggas crossin' over, but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a "suue" Enough respect due to the one-six-ooh I mean O, yo check out the flow Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin' Niggas off, because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me *cough* [Verse 4: U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style True B-A-ba-B-Y-U To my crew with the "suuuuue" [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Watch your step, kid) (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby (Protect ya neck) (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) C'mon, baby baby, c'mon (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) Yo, you best protect ya neck [Verse 5: Ol Dirty Bastard] First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center, you enter the winter Straight up and down, that shit is packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin' Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps Niggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash Bite my style, I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass [Verse 6: Ghostface Killah] For cryin' out loud, my style is wild, so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds I give an order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin' star 'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar Point-blank as I kick the square biz There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes [Verse 7: RZA] Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at? Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums, we'll be Comin' around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius Take us the fuck outta here [Verse 8: GZA] The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table That's what you get when you misuse what I invent Your empire falls and you lose every cent For tryna blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb Should've pumped it when I rocked it Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors, they're scared to death to pump these First of all, who's your A&R? A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar? But he don't know the meanin' of dope When he's lookin' for a suit-and-tie rap That's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight [Outro: RZA] You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neckEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy FragmentsYeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now? Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah Historical and monumental shit What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall Niggas play hard and shit If you know what's best for you y'all niggas better safeguard your shit Even though we rep brass knuckle rap Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap Street niggas now the corporate boss Still go to y'all restaurant for steamed fish and Irish moss And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb Your whole show wack and I'm a cancel your sitcom Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired and real calm You ain't knowin' my name tattooed on your bitch arm The way we blow shit is a shame Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin' a cork on the champagne Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggas Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, now! Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches Let the mic lines hang, that slang is ridiculous Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed offs That's my specialty, more to bust Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord I analyze your work those that got merked were not established Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 Raspberry S-5, blowin through Asbury Soon to own steakhouses, glowin' like makeover thousand Them them niggas, robbin' from Pinkhouse's Show and prove, knockin' off cab drivers God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand See the color of the carved out Wu emblem Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses Limousine, automatic new Uzi's in 'em yo Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him Move up the block, giant box blast my song Non-stop, strictly hip-hop, march on Doo rag hang long, metal tape is high bias Graphics, captured with the colorful iris I zoom in while the listeners tune in Some assumin' they paid dues and joined the union Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble Divine Master threw on the track that made 'em bleed He produce at unattainable rains of top speed This powerful magnet that left 'em stagnant Was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments Unfilled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise Starlight scope with the night vision device Splendid marksman that'll shoot the one off the dice Split a grain of rice in one shot we kill 'em twiceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rush[Intro: Method Man] Oh, Oh, Oh, Come On, Come On, Come On Mutha What? Muthafucka That's Right, All Day, All Night Come On, Get Down, Yes Y'all And To The Right Beat And You Can Even Dance Or, Just Have A Seating, Seating Yo, Yo, Yo [Method Man] What It Was, What It Is, It's Like I Got A Pistol To My Head, Can I Live? You Never Should Of Left Tical For Dead Never That, Be Careful What You Wish For Today's Your Day To Get Yours Blowin' Up The Spot From The Sixth Floor, Bent Off Come And Get Your On Smoke On, Fish Funk To Choke On Go 'head, Blaze A Pound Of That Bullshit We Both On Take It The 'source', 'hip Hop Quotable', Of Course I'm Pullin' Out My 'roots', To Breathe In My 'black Thought' Let's Be Honest, I Break A Spirit, If She Break A Promise They Act Just Like They Momma's, Now What That Got To Do With The Price Of Rice In China Or Why These Gold Miners Raise The Price On They Vagina Now Frankly, I'm Official, New York Yankee You Can Blame The Radio Stations That's Trynna Yank Me And Jerk The Jabber Jaw Shark Bitten Flow Go 'head, Test The Water, My Friend, Stick In Your Toe [Chorus: Method Man] Rush, The Colisseum, Rush, The Dance Floor Rush, The Limosine, Rush, Don't Let Go And Jerk The Jabber Jaw Shark Bitten Flow Go 'head, Test The Water, My Friend, Stick In Your Toe Whoa-Ho-Ho, Let Me Like, Solo With The Flow Whoa-Ho-Ho, Promoter Better Pay Me At The Door Whoa-Ho-Ho, What The Fuck Y'all Think I'm Flowin' For If I Move To Quick, Oh, You Just Don't Know [Gza] The Sound Echoed Through The Neighborhood And Vibrate Circulate Eruptions Throughout The Tri-State The Wise They Attract To It, Cuz It's Magnetic Those Slow Kids, Stuck On The Block, They Don't Get It But, They Don't Wanna Set It, Track On Immedietly Quick Fast, Clock Tick To The Blast Machine The Bugged Out, They Scatter When The Lights On We Raid Those Local Spots, Til We Turn The Mics On Rollin' With The Talent, The Beats, And Rap Verse The Crowd Get Excited, With The Heat And Clap First Must Of Had A Hot Hand To Go In His Waist Band Set He Had To Lick A Shot For A Top Notch Clan Multiple Swordsmen, Blade Sharp Rip Through Your Heart, M.C.'s, Want No Part For Any Type Of Conflict, Or Nonsense, Then We Respond Quick It Get Thick, The Problem, Goes Beyond Sick [Chorus] [Method Man] Let The Record Show, Never Test My Flow Never Tested Positive For Blow Got My Whole Life Ahead Of Me, No Time To Be Sniffin' Soon As Muthafuckas Get Dough, They Act Different But Not Nixon, Let The Pot Call The Kettle Black, But Not In My Kitchen And Y'all Fixin', To Be On Milk Cartoons Missing In The Double Xl, Supreme Clientele Since Then I Have No Birthday, My Sign's Not For Sale If I Had A Dollar, For Every Time M.C.'s Tried To Holla Brag About Dough, And Pop They Collar I'd Probably Be A Zillionaire, Like, 'fuck Rapping And Rappers' Cut The Drama, We Don't Like The Way Y'all Actin' Eat, Drink And Smoke Mary, Mr. Meth's Rated X By Any Means Necessary (Come On) It Ain't Easy Being Greasy, In The Main Event Now Catch Me On Your Pay-Per-View Tv [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Business (Interlude)[Interlude] [Movie samples from "Willie Dynamite":] Man we always been loose Dealin off the turf like it was never gonna run dry That ain't no business No other game is run so disorganized Look around Everything that is taken care of business Is together, dig it? TIGHT~! (Together, except us) [Whispered:] Right!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Live Through Death[Intro: kung-fu movie samples] (What is that?) The way of the true samurai Is the ability to live through deathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy MTV Base London Freestyle Pt II, 1997[Introduction: RZA (Method Man)] (Everybody come on down) Sittin' in my class, yo Let me get the mic, yo,yo, check, check, yo, yo [Verse 1: RZA] Sittin' in my class at a quarter to ten Waitin' patiently for the class to begin The teacher said "Students open up your text And read the first paragraph on oral sex!" I said "Oral sex! What kind of class is this?!" Then the girl next to me said "what's wrong with you miss?! Yo, this is a lesson that makes you feel fine Kinda ease your nerves and relax your mind!" I told her "Don't try to use no hypnostic spell!" She said "Be my assistant, I'd sure rather tell!" Yo, my knees buckled heart started to drop My dick grew to a size that my nerves couldn't stop I tried to leave, she yelled out "freeze!" Pulled down my pants and then dropped to her knees Ripped off my draws as if she had claws Broke the rules that defined sex laws She saw my dick and responded quick with a welcoming kiss And a ice cream lick She did the job she begin to slob As she nibbled on my dick like it was corn on a cob She put her head in between my legs I said "Easy on my balls, they're fragile as eggs." She kept sucking and then we start fucking She said "RZArector, nigga keep trucking" Yes, in pain she yelled out the name "Rakeem!" And then I came [Verse 2: Masta Killa] *unintelligible freestyle* Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga Bad rude boy from the lands of Jamaica Visions to venture to the U.S To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve in his country Even though he sold mad weed For the next man, who was the Don of the clan Niggas actin' like they got my block locked Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food But I be the rudest... gun totin' Shots lash out like a violent explosion At the nigga, who tries to stop my production Intervene the scene and slow up my Cream None of that black, East New York, gun talk Niggas I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk [Hook RZA] Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing my bell Well, who is it? Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing the bell Well, who is it? Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing the bell [Verse 3: Method Man] This rhyme has no limitation, this time there's no hesitation Collecting minds at the door You want it baby it's yours, the flavors raw What the fuck you think I'm flowing for? It's rhyme and reason Bite the bullet brothers is foul and it's duck season We at odds till we even motherfucker Bad asses, high times, lower classes Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses Bring it to him, room service, under pressure and mad nervous Waving guns at the clergy Ticallion, we ain't worried, keep them sick niggas 7-30 Picture this, watch the birdy [Hook] Someones knocking at my door Who is it? Someones ringing my bell Well, its the RZA! Someones knocking at my door Who is it? Someones ringing my bell Well, its the RZA! [Verse 4: RZA] This here style is called sweet premium If it was crack, I guess you fiends would beam them Crabs don't like me, but what could they do me Disrespect the God, yo nigga, i'll tell you truly Rhymes are like poison, son, so watch your dosage Me? I'm like the priest Pai Mei, the White Lotus Style is wild, it's called the Plum Blossum Cold grab the microphone, you play possum Sometimes rhyming may not just be my intent You wanna fight? You best to wear a helmet It won't take long for me, to break your barrier Coming out strapped just like a missile carrier Out of the blue the Wu will fuck with you When I gots the gun, dunn, I play the buckaroo Walk down the block like a vigilante Guess I can't stop 'til a hoe enchant me Then I step to her, just to interview her Sweat her for an hour, 'til I get to screw her Keep a stack of condoms inside my cannister Freak her on the floor, and on my bannister Coming back for more, that's how we keep them R to the H-A-E-M, yo [Verse 5: Method Man] Girls and girls and girls and girls, girls and girls and girls and girls Stephanie's a girl without no hair Everytime i see her face, it makes me scared She so big and strong, destroying all the houses Beating down the fellas and busting out her blouses So one night I was so damn scared Cause she reached down in her drawers and started pulling a [?] So I ran out the block, my stupid street And she was right there singing this song to me So I took off again, started running my speed That's when I ran into the brother Allah B Now I was [?] I was kinda confused But I had to get away there was no time to lose Stephanie was upset, getting real mad Walking around [?] I looked around she was nowhere to be seen That's when she cold snuffed the brother, Allah B So I ran out the block by the plaza store And she was standing right there in the fucking door So I took off again, but she was catching up fast Stephanie [?] and started waxing my ass [Hook] Someones knocking at your door nigga Who is it nigga? Someones ringing the bell Well its U-G Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing the bell Well, U-G [Verse 6: U-God] I holds down the place, no shots to your face Elite Special force no religious style faith The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil [Interlude] [U-God] We're gonna bring it back selector... Mathematics [RZA] Hit 'em this one time, hit 'em this one time [U-God] Hit' em in the head with the oldschool dead, dead 'em up real dead [Meth] Word, right yo nigga, yo, come on with the... (we outta here) *unintelligible freestyling* [RZA] This is Wu-Tang, we out right here, we out though, we out [Meth] Hold on...fuck that [RZA] We gotta rap it up, we gotta rap it up [Meth] Alright... [Outro: Method Man] I'm here for you son, I gotcha back As long as you keep it real, word, I gotcha back Brothers want the drama but don't know how to act Until the chrome pointed at his dome head crack...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Played by the Game (Interlude)[Intro: movie samples] Man you know there used to be rules to this shit Nowadays people do whatever the FUCK they want And worry about that shit later That's the general mentality out here Kurt You ain't hearin me You wanna play this game You can't cry when the game play youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Last Question… (Outro)[Outro: Interviewer & RZA] One more question, right? You got the Fat Buddha, you got the Drunk Buddha. What’s the RZA Buddha? Ha-ha-ha-ha, I’d say he’s the Universal BuddhaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Laced Cheeba (feat. Ghostface, Sean Price, & Trife Diesel)Your kung fu is good! Your magic is good That's why he waited! My power had diminished So he'll have to kill me Yes, but... Your kung fu is still good If you practice again Fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers 4 shoguns that got fucked by geishas Still gracious, still able to twist out darts Just screw up your skin for swimming With the sharks. Broken ankle Fucking with the wallabee clarks Got them bitches still screaming my name "Waddup Starks?" I'm a bone-crusher Ox'll split your face like a Dutch Master No more mixes - polar bears from Alaska With sharkskin Air Max's and igloos of ice Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice I'm nice, you the reason why the game went soft Playing niggas, I come through and season your broth Like Mr. Dash, I blast, I'm a Menace like Dennis Young Ghost, in the bathroom a 6-month sentence Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flying heads With barbed wires, stay tying niggas to beds Everybody get paid Everybody get laid All these bitches dirty Everybody got AIDS Everybody get played Everybody get sprayed Everybody do what I say Everybody my maid P - crack-selling black felon That clap "rat tat tat tat tat" melons Some thugs - one gun, one slug Shot-caller, like "yo let me speak to young Mugs" Listen, it's Mandela, pa I grab wack emcees, I smack em hella-hard I kill niggas with the birdy blick banger My Wu-Tang niggas call me the 36th Chamber "Lyrical miracle spiritual" rap dudes Get smacked off their skateboard for not paying rap dues P - call me the gatekeeper Break heaters on your face, smoking laced cheeba She want a thug, not the lawyer-type A golden boy employed to promote and write Sort of like an ill De La Hoya fight I'm eating good, enjoying life Flawless ice, with the bag of flawless white With no strings attached, pull this might Toy with my S550 with the raw pipe Peeling off like snakeskin Watch the cobra bite Overnight success story Going jet for me, you rep ? That's why your cassette's corny Your money too short for long convo You in the game hurting, tryna play Rajon Rondo. Millionaire swag Peep your boys ensemble Jewels heavy, Prince Akeem, coming to America, et cetera Whoever said the kite is a messenger Cause I think like the man behind a register Quick to pull the toaster out Stomp, choke em out. We over here Counting Bread, what you loaf about? You finished already? Get up and fight Hey, let's get some strength Let him go til he outlive me Let's say he killed my cult, let's goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fatal Hesitation (Interlude)[Skit: sample] — Don't pursue him. It would be dangerous, because that might force him to kill you. And he would not hesitate to do that — May I know your name? — You two men, I assume are new pupils of the temple — Yes! — Hmm, I am Hee Mai — Pejah — I was ordered by your reputed abbot. To enter into retreat here. It seems destiny has so arranged things. That we meet here. Now tell me what particular styles. Of kung-fu you are learning here — I am learning boxing — Hmm. Well I'll teach you boxing. And also how to use the whip However, in return for this though. You must do something for me — Could you tell us what you'd like us to do? — I have two serious female disciples. One is Mau Tru Wah, and the other is Win Len Jong. My husband died. He was killed some time ago. In a battle with the Wu-TangEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Method Man (Crazy C. Remix)[Intro] Fat dub sack! Remix of Method Man for ya one time. Yeah [Chorus] M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man [Verse 1] Hey, you, get off my cloud See me get raw with my southpaw style Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the Buddha Monk on the hunt for machine gun funk I get ya open like a slug from a shotgun pump Double barrel, yeah, Meth, bring it to 'em proper Partner, you ain't got no ends in mi casa Straight up, you're movin' too fast, so baby wait up Took one, added seven more, now you eight up Get on down with your bad self, get on down Listen to the sound, c'mon You could never get this ultimate legit See y'all up in my ass but you don't know shit, uh huh What's your definition of a real MC? From what you dedicated, eh, you must be me Meth-Tical, A true descendant of the loud hip-hop I goes on till' the break of dawn and just don't stop Give me the green light and the sound one way Have you had your meth today? Huh [Break] Move it in, move it out Stick it in, pull it out Shake it up, shake it down Come on down, Meth-Tical Oh I hope and pray that I will But today I am still just a [Chorus] M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man [Verse 2] Oh, rappers can't get with this style, extra wicked Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit A-tisket a-tasket, I'm not tryin; to have it Might show up, stun 'em and run 'em when they ragging Those who test it, respect it, the method They know I can't be messed with, I'm hectic, accept it Ill break it down, I get down for my crown Filthy, dirty like a worm underground Trying to avoid the early bird, that's the word Before I kick the bucket I'mma kick em' to the curb Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth Other brothers got mad love new style for the hood, hey Into the square if you dare Without a flaw, I'm so raw that I'm rare I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair To see the señorita with flowers in her hair And get mine, 'cause she love me long time (Bartender bring more wine) Get in line for the [Chorus] M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man Here I am, here I am, the Method Man [Outro] Wu-Tang, Killa Bees on a swarm (He is here for you) It ain't safe no more PLO style, 1993 to '94 (He, is here for you) The rugged raw (He is here for you) (He is here for you) (He is, he is, he is, he is here for you)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Method Man (smoked out version)[Skit: Method Man & Raekwon] Yeahhh, torture, motherfucker, what? Torture, nigga, what? What? I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost With your ass cheeks spread out and shit, right? Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove and let that shit sit there for like a half hour, take it off and stick it in your ass slow like tss Yeah, I'll fuckin', yeah, I'll fuckin' lay your nuts on a fuckin' dresser, just your nuts layin' on a fuckin' dresser, and bang them shits with a spiked fuckin' bat Ooh whassup? Blaow! I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', pull your fuckin' tongue out your fuckin' Mouth and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, blaoww! I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick off A fuckin' 12 sto-story building out this motherfucker I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin' you And feedin' you, and feedin' you, and feedin' you Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah? Niggas is whylin', check it out, kid [Intro: GZA] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man [Chorus: Method Man] M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man M-E-T-H-O-D Man [Verse 1: Method Man] Hey, you, get off my cloud! You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam? Here I am, here I am, the Method Man Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey! The Method Man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter In fact, I snap back like a rubber Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am And I don't eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham! Then goddamn You'll be like, "Oh shit, that's the jam!" Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild I'm about to blow, light me up Upside, downside, inside and outside Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I Am the one and only Method Man The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw I putty tat Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said, this ain't your average flow Comin' like rah ooh ah achie kah Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw? The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion? Oh my Lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword "Hey, hey, hey!" like Fat Albert It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it It's the Method [Break: Method Man] All right, y'all, get your White Owls Get your meth, get your skins Don't forget your forty And we gonna do it like this [Bridge: Method Man] I got fat bags of skunk I got White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes, I'm about to go get lifted I got myself a forty I got myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uhh [Verse 2: Method Man] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin' Zoooom, I hit the mic like boom! Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes Question, what exactly is a panty raider? Ill behavior, savior or major flavor All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doin' average things with average hoes Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm For my Super Sperm (check it) Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked I smell sess—pass the method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic Missiles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang!) A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me Ooh, I be the super sperm Chim chiminy chim chim cher-ee Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now, how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break? Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang!) 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Blige & Notorious B.I.G.] You're all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by You're all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by [Verse 1: Method Man] Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me Nothing make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things that's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nothing You made a brother feel like he was something That's why I'm with you to this day boo, no fronting Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby it'll be okay" Now that's real to a brother like me, baby Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a fat-ass crib with thousands of kids Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we be Living in the effin' lap of luxury I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk with me But you did, now I'm going all out kid And I got mad love to give, you my nigga [Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Notorious B.I.G.] You're all, I need To get by You're all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by [Interlude: Mary J. Blige] Like sweet morning dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny With you I'll spend my time I'll dedicate my life, I'll sacrifice for you Dedicate my life to you [Verse 2: Method Man] I got a Love Jones for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home Even if I'm locked up North you in the world Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showing your stuff off, boo It be true me for you, that's how it is I be your Noah, you be my Wiz I'm your mister, you my misses with hugs and kisses Valentine cards and birthday wishes, please We on another level of planning, of understanding The bond between man and woman, and child The highest elevation 'cause we above All that romance crap, just show your love [Chorus: Mary J. Blige and Notorious B.I.G.] You're all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by You're all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by [Outro: Method Man and Mary J. Blige] I'm sick of police Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the, Tical Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical Mary J. raw, and Meth-Tical Like sweet morning dew Yeah yeah I took one look at you Cootie in the chair, Tical And it was plain to see Cheeba cheeba y'all You were my destiny, baby Cheeba cheeba y'all Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah What's that shit that they be smoking No romance without finance for now Baby, please, '95 Ticallion Stallion, ha ha, ha ha Man woman and child, yeah Bring the Pain[Intro: Method Man] Basically Can't fuck with me [Verse 1: Method Man] I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental, based on instrumental Records, hey, so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the king But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream Check it, just how deep can shit get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad, fish accept it In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the side And I'm the dark side of the Force Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece, protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket Niggas want the ruckus Bustin' at me, bruh, now bust it Styles, I gets buckwild Method Man on some shit, pullin' niggas files, I'm sick Insane, crazy, driving Miss Daisy Out her fucking mind, now I got mine, I'm Swayze [Chorus: Method Man] Is it real, son, is it really real, son? Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real, yeah, uh [Interlude: Booster & Method Man] When I was a likle stereo (Stereo) I listen to some Champion (Champion) I always wondered (Wondered) When I will be di number one (Tical) And now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon) And a Gorgon sound a Rein An' any jump and come tes' mi (Test me) Mi a-go lick out dem brain (it’s like that) [Verse 2: Method Man] Brothers wanna hang with the Meth, bring the rope The only way you'll hang is by the neck Nigga, bolt off the set, comin' to your projects Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar, hey, I bomb shit And it's gonna get even worse, word to God It's the Wu comin' through, stickin' niggas for they garments Movin' on your left, southpaw, Mr. Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test, realize you're no contest Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the four- Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore Check it, 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof Huh, vodka, no OJ, no straw When you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw I've learned that when you drink Absolut straight it burns Enough to give my chest hairs a perm I don't need a chemical blow to pull a ho All I need is Chemical Bank to pay the roll [Interlude: Method Man] What, basically that, Meth-Tical, '94 style (Northern spicy brown mustard hoes, word up, we be hazardous) We have to stick you [Chorus: Method Man] Is it real, son, is it really real, son? (Motherfucker, I'll fuckin') Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real (Slide you down a rusty razor blade into a pool of alcohol) Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real [Outro: Method Man] I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off And make you kneel at some staircase, piss I'll fuckin' cut your eyelids off and feed you nothin' but sleepin' pills Get yours, motherfucker So fuck the ho, fuck the ho All I Need[Chorus: Method Man & Streetlife] You're all that I need, I'll be there for you If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo On top of that you got the good power-U [Verse 1: Method Man] Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me Nothing make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things that's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nothing, you made a brother feel like he was something That's why I'm with you to this day boo no fronting Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay" Now that's real to a brother like me, baby Never ever give my pussy away And keep it tight, aight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a fat-ass crib with thousands of kids Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we Be living in the fucking lap of luxury I'm realizing that you didn't have to fuck with me But you did, now I'm going all out, kid And I got mad love to give, you my nigga [Chorus] You're all that I need, I'll be there for you If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo On top of that you got the good power-U You're all that I need, I'll be there for you If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo On top of that you got the good power-U [Verse 2: Method Man] I got a Love Jones for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got the good shit at home Even if I'm locked up North you in the world Rocking three-fourths of cloth Never showing your stuff off, boo It be true me for you that's how it is I can be your Knower, you can be my Wiz Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth Resurrect the God through birth Best believe [Chorus] You're all that I need, I'll be there for you If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo On top of that you got the good power-U You're all that I need, I'll be there for you If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo On top of that you got the good power-U What’s Happenin’[Intro] Ayo, Tical? What up, fam? You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God Good too see you too, God Let's take the streets for a little ride Okay, we ridin' high Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L, and just kiss the sky Huh, and if you ever disrespect the Bus' or Meth, bye, dead man, die Yeah, I, I, I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time, God (Yeah, yo) Come on [Verse 1] I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain (Tical) I'm bustin' that ass again I burn like acid rain, that ass is lame These niggas tryna see how I come? Ask your dame Ain't it evident I'm hittin' it? (Yes) Meth for President Be in hell with gasoline drawers just for the hell of it And I ain't delicate, flows hot as kettle get Now if you ain't fucking with that, you must be celibate Spazz, just a little, got a sack we can sizzle Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup Put it in my next video shot by Little X And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't any left I'm trying to get what I'm worth and not a penny less Think fast, (Come on) bank cash (Come on) Everybody do it with you stank-ass (Come on) [Chorus] This shit'll make you rob somebody (What) Grab somebody (What) Stomp somebody (What!) Slap somebody (What) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What) Brooklyn (Come on) Shaolin (Come on) Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on) Bronx, nigga (Come on) Manhattan (Come on) To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on) [Interlude] Yeah, real talk, nigga, come on, Bus' Ayo, Meth, let me get at these niggas Yeah [Verse 2] Now watch me back your shit up I hope your people pull up and pick up and pack your shit up Homie, it's time to move While I'm seeing right through you let me relieve you all of your Figures seating screeching, never believing you niggas (Come on) Go head and babble, you can watch me patiently waiting Aiming, attacking, instead I'ma let one of my bitches slap you I invite you and your niggas to try and feel the wrath Of the unruly unawakening of a sleeping giant (Very defiant) Once I give you the pressure and then I apply it And then your breathin' is stopped and totally quiet Captain of this ship so call me the pilot I leave you and your crew to collide with me then I Stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit Chop you worse than a brick and then we torture you And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga [Chorus] This shit'll make you rob somebody (What) Grab somebody (What) Stomp somebody (What) Slap somebody (What) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What) Brooklyn (Come on) Shaolin (Come on) Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on) Bronx, nigga (Come on) Manhattan (Come on) To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on) [Interlude] That's what truth be, my nigga (Yeah, come on) Niggas, listen, let me talk (Let me talk, come on) [Verse 3] Can't you see what I got for you now? (Huh) Shake your big fat ass in front of me now To all my high bidders, to all my live niggas We here to blackout, follow the story now Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna Just keep the street, but, nigga Did you know we about to lose it, my nigga? And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga [Verse 4] See the police coming (What) Fireman coming (What) Street niggas ready to riot and start dumbing (What) I love to see it whenever you and your man fronting (What) Me and Meth'll step to you (Quick) and smash something (What) Now who is he? Dope MC killing these cowards Wack niggas get pimp slapped, give me some powder Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it Get back, running your yap, I can't allow it Well, yeah, my nigga (Set it off) You know we seeing it through, God The street be needing niggas like me and you, God (Ayo) I think what I'm seeing from here we got 'em wildin', yo Logical, we should've did this shit a long time ago I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes Nasty MC, I spit flows and spit in they food Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothing like a curious child I'm simply a Boy in the Hood with Furious Styles [Chorus] This shit'll make you rob somebody (What) Grab somebody (What) Stomp somebody (What) Slap somebody (What) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What) Brooklyn (Come on) Shaolin (Come on) Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on) Bronx, nigga (Come on) Manhattan (Come on) To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on) [Outro] Every day, every rotation, come with it (Yeah, yeah) Let me talk, come on Ayo, God Yeah, lord Flipmode, Wu-Tang, nigga Ain't that some shit? That's some shit Abso-truthfully, Bus-a-Bus Meth-Tical Yeah (Yeah) Ayy, let me know when you wanna do that again, God Shit, we we can do it right now (Yeah) Shoutout to New Jersey Yeah Built for This[Verse 1: Method Man] Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon They coming for me, time is money no Audemar See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing no R&R No foreign broads and no promotion for foreign cars The game is ours, let’s keep it funky who said he was Like Staten Island, Italians bleed spaghetti sauce If y'all ain't shaking or stacking than y'all already lost Already cross the light, Christ I'm ready for em Plus anybody that saying no, I’m taking numbers I’m taking names, I’ll take your chain take this hunger Pain, pain, pain Then you feel the thunder and rain I don’t talk it like the rainbow I get it done and the game y’all Do me a favor, don’t ever play with my ball Never been a player-hater I just ain't playing with y'all You watching lame but look I’m taking the charge Going hard will get you two shots now I’m facing the charge [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Sort of like Mike at the United Center Madison Square, Boston Garden I straight ignite on niggas Lil' nigga your raps ain’t no fire, that shit’ll collapse so don’t try I scribble and scratch down in my pad that no lie That no fake, that uncut, that straight drop, what the fuck I’m pulled over by the jakes, a twenty-eight up in my nuts For em took away in cuffs I’d rather lay up in the dust Feel like fuck a friend a hundred million haters ain’t enough Twist it up Life is a blunt and the world is my ash tray I got them quarters and them halves just meet me like halfway And I need a hundred percent of my profit ain't fucking with half pay Ain't taking no shorts or losses bitch we ain't fronting no tag day As I can recollect, praying to God this dope’ll stretch Turn mobster warners, work these corners like P90X Chilling and waiting, patient retaliation just ain't find me yet I’ll take it into Heaven, you couldn’t buy me that, remind me that [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side [Verse 3: StreetLife] It's the world’s worst, quick to snatch your man purse And leave your body head first in the stretched hearse Murder she wrote, I’m known to spit a killer verse And leave a player blood spilling on his linen shirt You can Google my name but you ain't gotta search I’m right here in the streets, I'm putting in work Go ahead, fuck around and get your feelings hurt Or, you can get carried outta your local church I’m from the old school, I do my own dirt Mama raised no fool, I did my own work Keep your wifey close, she’s a little flirt I knew her since '03, I hit the bitch first I’m the reason why your baby mama water burst I’ve been marvelous since birth, you can ask my Earth It’s not a problem to show you how the shotty work I put your body in the dirt, but what the dollars worth [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side Release Yo’ Delf[Hook: Blue Raspberry] (x2) When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you right Tical And it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long [Verse 1: Method Man] Check it, I'm the fucking man, who they mention Noticed that other niggas rap styles is bogus Doo-doo compared to this versatile voodoo Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation Inside ya, cause I be that hell sure provider Providing the rhyme that be deep as The Poseidon Adventure Niggas need to test they freaking tincture For the sickness that be spreading with the quickness Remedies, cousin I be doing on my enemy Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories Emotion, coursing through your town street vicinity Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity [Break: Method Man] (Tical.... tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...) As I keep it moving, we keep it moving, uh Keep it moving, and keep it moving, uh Keep it moving, baby, we be moving, uh Keep it moving, we keep it—huh, rhahhrh! [Bridge: Method Man] What's that rhythm, what's that sound? Party people getting down When it hit no doubt about Just release yo' delf [Verse 2: Method Man] My God, somebody said, it's on—if it is, then I'll be set To blow a nigga up with my five fingers of death I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand if you fronting On any man down with the Clan, I be coming For the headpiece you can't cope For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother Serial killer style from the Isles of Stat' My peoples are you with me, where you at? Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick Niggas lookin' all in my face like they want dick It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more What is it? Niggas think they bigger Because they got their finger on the trigger of a biscuit They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic Better yet a Snapple Nigga want the juice but he don't want the hassle So we're trying to overthrow the castle Better yet the temple I'm coming to your town black down The rental car, the pistol cocked If you don't want to burn from the Glock Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what? The buck stops here, no more dough will be made Unless it's being made by who? [Bridge: Method Man] What's that rhythm, what's that sound? Party people getting down When it hit no doubt about Just release yo' delf [Hook: Blue Raspberry] (x2) When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you right Tical And it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long [Break 2: Method Man] Throw your hands in the sky And wave them from side to side And if you’re ready to spark up the Meth Tical Let me hear you say stim-uli [Hook: Blue Raspberry] When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you right Tical And it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long Tical[Intro Music: Modest Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition] [Intro 1: Kung fu movie samples] *sounds of fighting* "You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style." "I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!" [Intro 2: Method] + (and others) From the tip top? (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?) Yup, one two (no doubt, no doubt) One two one two Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeah, we gon' be up in that) Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up) Ah one two yo, check me out [Hook: Method Man] What's that shit that they be smokin'? Tical... tical, tical Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical What's that shit that they be smokin'? Tical... tical, tical Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical [Verse 1: Method Man] Check it, I got styles, all of 'em sick Niggas ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks I make 'em shit about a pile of bricks to show He ain't nothing but another unknown John Doe That wanna flow, here it is, coming up shit's creek I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep And I'ma grow like a rash on ya nasty ass In a whip, with no brakes and I'm hitting the gas It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky Method Man on some shit, niggas call me The Fly 'Cause my style dates back to hopping turnstiles Pay ya fare, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll Get severe on the double, I harass it I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted I'm another deadly venom style to be mastered By a psychopathic, way beyond an average Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it [Hook: Method Man] What's that shit that they be smokin'? Tical... tical, tical Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical What's that shit that they be smokin'? Tical... tical, tical Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical [Break: Method Man] One two, uh, one two one two One two, uh, one two one two One two, uh, one two one two One two, uh, check it out [Verse 2: Method Man] What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit That we got is to stay high, no question Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin'' When brothers start wettin' everything in ya section Move that, niggas came strapped, should've knew that Do that, pussycat rap, boy, I'll screw that To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up To the battle, I heard you rattle, now hold up Is there a fucking snake in my garden? Starvin' for a rap treat, steppin' on my feet Pardon your delf, before ya find your delf In a fucked up situation, without no help I'm not playin' 'cause I don't play with nobody goddamn kid Know what I'm sayin'? I'm peeling niggas wigs I be sprayin' brothers with words 'Cause I gotta spit proooob... [Hook: Method Man] Tical... tical, tical Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical What's that shit that they be smokin'? Tical... tical, tical Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical [Outro: Method Man] One two uh, one two one two One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical) (Yeah, niggas better recognize... tical...) I’ll Be There For You/You’re All I Need To Get By (Razor Sharp Mix)[Intro: Mary J. Blige] Like sweet morning dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] You're all (You're all) I need (All I need) To get by (To get by) Ahh (Ahh) You're all (You're all) I need (All I need) To get by (Yeah yeah) Ahh (Ooh ooh) [Verse 1: Method Man] Shorty, I'm here for you anytime you need me For real, girl, it's me in your world, believe me Nuttin' make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things that's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nothin' You made a brother feel like he was somethin' That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin' Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay" Now that's real to a brother like me, baby Never ever give my pussy away, and keep it tight, a'ight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we Be livin' in the fuckin' lap of luxury I'm realizin' that you didn't have to fuck wit' me But you did, now I'm goin' all out, kid And I got mad love to give You my nigga [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] You're all (You're all) I need (Oh oh) To get by (You're all) Ahh (All I need) You're all (You're all) I need (Oh oh) To get by (All I need) Ahh (All I need) [Verse 2: Method Man & Mary J. Blige] I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got the good shit at home Even if I'm locked up North you in the world Rockin' three-fourths of cloth, never showin' your stuff off, boo It be true, me for you, that's how it is I can be your Noah, you can be my Wiz Then I could be your sun, you can be my earth Resurrect the god through birth, best believe [Bridge: Method Man & Mary J. Blige] You're all that I need, I'll be there for you If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real wit' you Lovin' your whole steez, it be in there, boo On top of that, you got the good power-U You're all that I need, I'll be there for you If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real wit' you Lovin' your whole steez, it be in there, boo On top of that, you got the good power-U (You're all ... I need ... to get by ... ahh) [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] You're all (You're all) I need (All I need) To get by (Yeah yeah) Ahh (Ooh) You're all (You're all) I need (All I need) To get by (To get by) Ahh (Ahh) You're all (You're all) I need (All I need) To get by Ahh (You're all) You're all (You're all) I need (Oh) To get by (All I need) Ahh (All I need) You're all I need (Oh oh) To get by (You're all) Ahh (All I need) You're all (You're all) I need (Oh) To get by Ahh What the Blood Clot!?![Intro: RZA, (Method Man), {Y-Kim the Ill Figure}] Shit is banging! You see what I'm saying? Our shit is banging! (Our shit is staining, son) Yo, Shaolin running this shit, son! Running this shit! (Staining) What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, nigga? {What's up, man? What's up?} What's up? Representing Brownsville Know I'm saying? Base, peace to all my Brownsville niggas! {The alcoholics son} What's going on, son? Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-Stuy, nigga! (Yeah, peace to the valley goat..) Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggas! (Big up The Bridge!) Yeah, FUCK outta here, nigga [Verse 1: Method Man] All I hear is gun shots Can I touch something? What the Blood Clot!?! Nigga want Tical, make it happen You know my fucking style, fuck the rapping We can take it back to '85 if you wanna start acting like you live It's all good, I'm rolling with my clique Owls, Backwoods and Phillies Smoking cess blunts, mixed with illy got me flustered Now the whole world looks dusted I'm in the area with the steel that never rusted For real, nigga touch it and you burn When will motherfuckers learn? What be spreading like a germ? Haha, it's Meth, word I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message It be's no question it's them, bust the second guessings Keep your thoughts on your lessons What the Blood Clot!?! To tell the truth you don't amaze me Killa Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't faze me What? Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screaming for the dutchess Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes If I don't do it for mydelf, I'ma do it for Kase 'Cause that's my peoples I'm giving you injections that be lethal Weapons, when niggas start to half stepping, then I get evil But don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you I'm humble, a fucking Killa Bee, far from bumble I sting you - bzzz - and I bring you Thirty-six Chambers of head banger, bitch What ya deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz Faggot soundmen, they be sabotaging shit Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fucking name What the Blood Clot!?! [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm saying? Keep it reals on this thing First of all I'd like to give a big up, peace and shout out To my brothers in the belly of the beast Raider Ruckus, we friends to the end and back again, baby. One love Gin Lover, Shitty Brown, Pus Head, Pil, the P.L.L Stack DAT, Dusty, Storm, Suu! We still in here, nigga Jamel, one love, baby, Nice Uncle Eric aka Shane, I ain't forget you, nigga Shakim, Nutt, Big Shaft, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat All the fugitives on the run Everybody from Rikers Island to San Quentin And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home on work release Keep your heads up niggas My people! (Yeah that nigga fucking Dirty Bastard, God, that nigga is crazy) Fucked with a napkin on his dick (laughter) P.L.O. Style[Hook: Method Man & Carlton Fisk] P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls P.L.O. style [Verse 1: Method Man] Here comes the ruckus, the motherfucking ruckus Thousands of cut-throats and crumb-snatching fuckers Straight from the brain, I'll be giving you the pain, anger Coming from the 36th Chamber, bang! Tical, hitting with the Buddha-Fist style Shotgun slamming in your chestpiece, plow! Frame is blown all over the terrain Like a man without no arms you can't hang Time for a change of the guard You've been arrested for lyric fraud now you barred For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar I'm the true Fist of the North Star! [Verse 2: Carlton Fisk] Ooooooooh! What a tangled web we weave When first we practice to deceive Guns be clicking, running with my clan we be sticking Whatever, my street family stays together Represent what I invent, Killa Hill resident Rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent The street life is the only life I know I live by the code, style ‒ it's mad ‒ P.L.O Iranian thoughts and cover like an Arabian Grab the nigga on the spot and put a nine to his cranium [Verse 3: Method Man, Carlton Fisk] I can't get no satisfaction, niggas won't be lasting Long, unless they get protection for real Strong, coming with my Clan so what's happening Commercial rap, hate it with a passion The M-E-T-H-O-D got me drinking O.E. all night in a M.P.V Just maxing, looking for hoes, you know relaxing Bitches know the hour, it be time for some action P.L.O., peace to that nigga Berriano What up, Fisk? Take him to the bridge, Verrazano [Hook: Carlton Fisk] P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls P.L.O. style Meth Vs. Chef[Intro] Your skill's worthy of a general If you want to fight, fight with me! One to one! Man to man! [Interlude: Lounge Lo (Raekwon)] Get ready to gel team! Live and direct from the one-six-ooh We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical! It's about to go on, Tical You make the call, I make the call It's all for all Method Man, Raekwon the Chef (count my shells) And there's about to be one left (count my shells, nigga) I know you know it's on kid (Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!) [Verse 1: Method Man] Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye Chiba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle Niggas thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught A bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short Of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic Missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven Tearing up the power-u, Meth-Tical A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front Out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain Of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments A rugged vet, durable like a Champion sweat Wrap a power in a tec, to wet A nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head fever Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer Bobbing on my knob like an all day sucker Bitch! [Hook] Meth Vs. Chef Meth Vs. Chef (Let's bring this shit) Meth Vs. Chef (Yeah, one more time!) Meth Vs. Chef I blow your fuckin ass to death [Verse 2: Raekwon the Chef] I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks You could try to front, get smoked and that's that Lyric assassin, dressed in black rugged Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then I go to war in a concrete jungle, making bundles Niggas act funny, and fumble But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly Niggas stay strapped, armed to die Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop No question, cha-cha-BOW in the session Bloodshot in that direction, cypher Attack you like chess moves best move Yo, yeah, yo The boards, your ass 'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uh! Attack the boards like chess moves, best move At Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew Live direct, yeah you better step Gunshots ring on the set Let's jet - motivate, to the gate With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle Airwaves, yo behave Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way Say[Intro: Lauryn Hill & Method Man] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Method Man] Damn, I hate it when it rain Ever since I came in the game, some hated on the fame A lot of niggas done changed and started actin' strange Even labels turning they backs and started backin' lames Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin' These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is Radio lyin' then, that ain't where the hip-hop live It lives in the streets, we eat to live, they livin' to eat I'm fed up, that nigga Ryderson, I'm givin him sleep R.I.P., make me the king of all I see And when death call, I'm good, I got call ID See it was Clan in the front, now they just gon' front Like my joints is on Proactiv, and they just don't bump (Come on, man) Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill When in fact, they all been programmed and lost they feel, for real [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Method Man] They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say, yeah They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah) They've got so much things to say, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 2: Method Man] Damn, another artist chokes again They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin See how niggas ain't your friends when there ain't no ends Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen I got what it takes to win, while y'all thinkin' I'm trash Lovin' the taste of success and this drink in my glass Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass 'Til it's gone, quicker than Red, can't get rid of them crabs When they're wrong, call the cops, their credibility's shot It's time they learned what's hot really is and really is not Off-brand niggas, Meth gon' let 'em know off top Don't get smacked on DVDs, tryna show off Glocks I can't stop 'cause my enemies plot, or 'cause the cops want me Shackled and locked inside the penalty box And while they waitin' for my shit to flop They gettin' pimped like hoes, sellin' they ass just to get my spot, come on, man [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Method Man] They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say, yeah They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah) They've got so much things to say, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 3: Method Man] Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill Or been so hungry that they have to steal If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal Then I'm back up in that trap, slingin' crack, it's real And that ain't worth the time, so search and find A new nerve and here's three words: stop working mine It take a lot more to hurt my pride, jerk my vibe More than media lies, cried when Dirt Dog died, nigga The last album, wasn't feelin' my style This time my foot up in they ass, bet they feelin' me now 'Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do But somehow y'all find someway to give a whack review It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood Tryna tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood Come on, man, until you dudes can write some rhymes Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines [Chorus: Lauryn Hill] They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say, yeah They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say, yeah [Outro: Lauryn Hill] Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Break Ups 2 Make Ups[Intro: Method Man] You and I, 'til the day we die (Trackmasters) Yo, yo [Verse 1: Method Man] Ex-girlfriend, how you been? I see you still tryna fuck with other women's men Remember when I first met you in my cousin's house? A week later, we was fuckin' on your mama couch Now it's been said that big girls, they don't cry (Uh) But they damn sure lie, look you in the eye, sayin' you they only You and I, 'til the day we die Said you'd never leave me lonely (Uh-huh) Fly tenderoni, but you phony Shoulda listened when my mama told me (Uh) Soon as I turned my back, you tried to fuck my homies That was then, this is now, I got a new friend Ever since I cut them loose ends, you wanna bone me Add strife to my life, pussy that'll make me think twice About leavin' the wife even, picture that You ain't want me when you had me Now you on your third baby daddy And you hate to see a nigga happy So you're tryin' mad ways to trap me (Oh, babe) Lookin' at my girl nasty, tryna throw the pussy at me (Uh) [Interlude] Now look at this bitch over here tryna act like me Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she must like leftovers [Chorus: D'Angelo & Method Man] I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die) Every break up I'm still in love with you, babe Just to make up I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die) Oh, girl I'm still in love with you, babe I said that we... I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die) Break up Little bit of loving you, babe I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die) I'm still in love with you Little bit of loving you, babe Girl, I'm in love, girl (Yo, yo) [Verse 2: Method Man] It's always you and your crusty-ass crew, be actin' new Let me find out you fuckin' with boo, and y'all gon' feel it Waitin' for the day that you front, and catch a lump From my black butterfly, that arm pack a lullaby Sleep on her, she said you bitches tried to creep on her In the mall and didn't know she had the reach on her Pearl-handle .22, my boo She go ahead and walk her dogs and represent Wu To the fullest, you and hon can shoot the fair one, I'll bring the bullets You know what I'm sayin'? Stop playin' You and them dyke-lookin' bitches actin' like y'all jumpin' somethin' Go 'head with that bullshit (Motherfucker) [Chorus: D'Angelo & Method Man] I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die) I'm still in love with you, babe I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die) I'm still in love with you, babe I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die) Little bit of loving you, babe I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die) Little bit of loving you, babe Oh, oh, oh, oh [Verse 3: Method Man] Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble alibis Now you fuckin' with the next guy, a thug nigga Derelict be actin' bugged, nigga Show this nigga mad love, but get no love, nigga? Stupid-ass Plus, I heard that he be beatin' on you I seen him at the club cheatin' on you (Uh) With your best friend, got you stressin' And used up, pull your shoes up All you need's affection But you're headed in the wrong direction Tryna make this nigga jealous, with other fellas All up in my face actin' overzealous (Uh-huh) Like you want somethin' from Meth, I hope it ain't love, girl 'Cause I ain't got none left for you, plus you miserable And misery love company, shit, I'm livin' comfortably Don't need no nigga huntin' me down for fuckin' 'round With his kitty, talk to him Before my brother put a spark through him, won't be pretty The situation got my whole attitude shitty And got you actin' high saditty with your slut committee, you know I know So go find another sucker, yo I been there and been done that befo', and don't need it no mo' That's my word So go to your room with that there, word up And tell that big head nigga you run with to do the same [Chorus: D'Angelo & Method Man] I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die) I'm still in love with you, babe ('Cause I can do bad by my motherfuckin' self, you hear me?) I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die) I'm still in love with you, babe Every break up I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die) Just to make up Little bit of loving you, babe I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die) Said that we, yeah Little bit of loving you, babe Baby, please [Outro] Oh, oh, oh, oh (You and I, 'til the day we die) Baby, oh, oh, oh, oh (You and I, 'til the day we die) Baby Straight Gutta[Verse 1: Streetlife] I’m from the killa killa hill, we keep it real consistent For that dollar dollar bill, we will murder you in an instant Fuck what your name is, you’ll be non-existent If you ever try to show any form of resistance I’m strong in the hood. I’m in a good position When I walk they salute, when I talk they all listen You acting the part like you in an audition Where shoot out’s in the parks is a daily tradition This is modern warfare, we play with live ammunition Shot you through your third eye, will change your whole disposition The body never lie, call me the mortician Every death has a story to tell, so pay attention Premonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in Never put your hat on the bed, I’m a little superstitious Got my black suit on, they say I am acting suspicious Big gun in my palm, look like my arm is missing [Hook: Redman] Ayo one MC two MC When my gun out, everybody goes down Word on the street, these boys get butter Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta Ayo one MC two MC When my gun out, everybody goes down Word on the street, these boys get butter Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta [Verse 2: Hanz On] Got my black suit on, we get malicious Hanz On checking in for the squad, he on his pivot Got them big guns, make ‘em disappear, call ‘em wizards Will oblige, till you meet your demise, this shit is physics Mr. Barka newest gee on the block, he is the shizit Suffer Mossberg wounds to ya frame, you move a smidgen Hanz rollin with the man he the Meth, pay you a visit Prerequisite have them all in the dirt. They all can get it Used to percolate the crack in the pot, until it dried Now I am occupying spots on your block, that shit is aye And when we popping off the gun at your top, we make it pie You better take another look at your seeds, and holla bye Yo as far as ma’fuckas concerned, yo this is it John Blaze press a button on dudes, they getting hit As far as guns & that street shit go, my niggas fit Hanz on with the cavalry yo, we in the mix [Hook: Redman] Ayo one MC two MC When my gun out, everybody goes down Word on the street, these boys get butter Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta Ayo one MC two MC When my gun out, everybody goes down Word on the street, these boys get butter Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta [Verse 3: Redman] I got 28 38’s 48 machine guns Wu-Tang recon, check out the retard I want that boat money carrying my green card Caesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar I'm straight gutta, mind on butta Everything dirty wear a rubber for the come up Block nigga shine like a 5D shutta Red, Hanz & Street run this mother [Verse 4: Method Man] We getting beaucoup scrilla My brothers on their grind Not another Columbine call me new school killa Scoop of French vanilla brought a duce duce with her I might pull a Lil Jon and let the bruce bruce hit her I’ll be gone till November gon' cry me a river You could die, but I figure I’ma try and be the bigger man I and my gorillas, they gonna fry em up for dinner Like them boys from Cypress Hill said (how I could just kill a man) [Hook: Redman] Ayo one MC two MC When my gun out, everybody goes down Word on the street, these boys get butter Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta If Time Is Money (Fly Navigation)[Intro: Method Man] Uh, yeah Choose a side [Verse: Method Man] Look, vibe with me Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me Who kinda miss me can kindly miss me, you kinda iffy Don't know the history? I'm from the city of stop-and-frisk me The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty" He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy It's not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference Between the tré and the dough boy, we bred different So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing If y'all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening So I be spittin' in barcode, nothin' left in the tap, dog And after the last call, the bar close This my Cohiba, cigar blow Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore Hard-boiled, taking your base, that's what we ball for Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they were settin' the bar low Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a convo King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo When it come to John, though, I'ma slaughter a John Doe Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him Then come defeat, that's my beliefs and I stand on 'em Give you the beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em Some men want 'em, these verses hot and the fans want 'em I'm from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards I've been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers My meth bananas, bogus method, we call it bama Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty, but watch your manners Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda No type of slander but tell them hoes, "I'm not your Santa" Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya Cop scanners, a fuller house but we not the Tanners If shooters bringin' them Hawks out, then it's not Atlanta's [Chorus: Method Man] If time is money, I got time and time saved I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made If time is money, I got time and time saved I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made [Talking: Method Man] Choose a side Math vs Meth, Cival War [Chorus: Method Man] If time is money, I got time and time saved I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made If time is money, I got time and time saved I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made Mr. Sandman[Intro: RZA & Blue Raspberry] This is (Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream) Serious, the craziest, da-da (Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream) Day-da, danger, dangerous style [Verse 1: RZA] Lyrical shots from the Glock Bust bullet holes on the charts I want the number one spot What's the science? I'm a giant New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence Silence of the Lambs, occurred when I slammed in Program the jams to be fat as Ralph Kramden Others come with shit as silly as Art Carney But my technique tranquilizes more kids than Barney Remedy for stress is three bags of sess A day at my rest playin' chess, yes My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn When you ain't lookin', I take the queen with the rook then I get vexed, layin' phat tracks on Ampex Puffin' skunk, gettin' drunk off of Triple X Ballantine's, I got more love than Valentine The violent mind, I blast wit' a silent nine [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck & Method Man] My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support short Brains get stained like tablecloths when I let off Powerful poetry pushed past the point of no return Leavin' mics with third-degree burns Let me at 'em, I grip your style like a spasm Drag 'em through the mud then I bag 'em We're screamin' hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores And I be raw, for four score plus seven more I strike like a bowling ball, holdin' y'all hostage like jail Electrifyin' like the third rail Beats are smashed with paragraphs of ruckus Wu-Tang! Clan ain't nothin' to fuck wit' [Verse 3: Method Man] Hot time, summer in the city My people represent, get busy The heat-seeker, on a mission from hell's kitchen I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin', listen Enemy is the industry, got me flippin' I don't give a fuck! Tell that bitch and her nigga I'm killin', snipin', catchin' murder cases Desert Stormin', I be searchin' for oasis As I run a mile wit' a racist Pullin' swords, hit the Billboard wit' a bullet Peace to the number seven Everybody else get the fo'-nine-three-eleven [Chorus: Method Man & Blue Raspberry] Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream I don't know what's going on, if you can take us there [Verse 4: Streetlife] Yo, watch me bang the headpiece, there's no survival My flow lights up the block like a homicidal Murder, underground beef for the burger P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a bitch I shit, runnin' through bitches like Emmitt Smith Caution, niggas best to be careful crossin' The street, before they end up layin' in a coffin Don't sleep, niggas tend to forget, however Peep this — my nigga Kase lives forever [Verse 5: Carlton Fisk] What evil lurks in the heart of men? It be the Shadow, street-life, flowin' again I had a plot, scheme, I knew for sure Only one kick would knock the hinges off the door The dread tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tech Just when I said, "Where the fuck's the C.R.E.A.M.?" Another dread came out the kitchen with the M-16 He tried to cock it, blast three shots like rockets Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage (The nigga tried to stab you, God!) but I dodged it Niggas said, "Carlton, you's a ill motherfucker" 'Cause I made it look like they both killed each other And I'm out [Chorus: Blue Raspberry] Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream [Outro: Method Man & RZA] You know what I'm sayin'? Tical Built For This (2018 Mix)Build For This Remix [Verse 1: Method Man] Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon They coming for me, time is money no Audemar See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing no R&R No foreign broads and no promotion for foreign cars The game is ours, let’s keep it funky who said he was Like Staten Island, Italians bleed spaghetti sauce If y'all ain't shaking or stacking than y'all already lost Already cross the light, Christ I'm ready for em Plus anybody that saying no, I’m taking numbers I’m taking names, I’ll take your chain take this hunger Pain, pain, pain Then you feel the thunder and rain I don’t talk it like the rainbow I get it done and the game y’all Do me a favor, don’t ever play with my ball Never been a player-hater I just ain't playing with y'all You watching lame but look I’m taking the charge Going hard will get you two shots now I’m facing the charge [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side [Verse 2: 2Pac] Now, ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary Still ballin', ridin' on these niggas ‘cause they lame In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga, then we first to bomb, bust On these bitch-made niggas, hit 'em up Westside! Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at Ridin', passed by while these niggas wondered why I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; a nigga still ballin' [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side [Verse 3: Ice Cube] The world is mine nigga get back Don't mess with my stack the gauge is racked About to drop the bomb I'm the Westcoast don Big fish in a small pond Now the feds trying to throw they book at the crook But I shook they worm and they hook Guppies hold they breath. They want to miss me when I'm tipsy Running everything westside of the Mississippi Its the unseen, pulling strings with my pinky ring We got your woman, pucker up 'fore we fuck her up Bow down before I make a phone call Got 25 niggas running up on y'all For the cheese we want them keys Everybody freeze on your knees, butt naked please Before any of you guppies get heart Nigga rewind my part fool [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side [Verse 4: 2Pac] Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page Shot to death, bullets to the head Niggas holla out my name and it's similar to rape Motherfuckers know I'm comin', so they runnin' to they graves Watch! Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound ‘Cause Trick don't give a fuck Where you coward niggas now? Blast, keep pumpin', ain't worried about nothin' Busters thought we was frontin' So reload and keep dumpin'; still ballin' [Verse 5: Eazy-E] Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains Of sand drop from the hourglass It's how much time I got left on this planet Some motherfucker's gotta die! I'm an evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up I'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up See, my momma...she was wrong when I was born That a nigga like E should'a never been born Too late, big mistake in '72 It's '92, now the year of code blue 15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds I'm a motherfuckin' wreck Gonna pay back niggas who did me wrong in the past My days ain't long I'm comin' strong and fast Lock up 8 niggs..kill up 10 pigs Innocent and fuckers are also dyin, too Now what else can I do? Fuck, fuck, fuck and plant my seeds Leavin' kids in this world like me The lunatic psycho mutherfucka Eazy-E [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side Biscuits[Intro] What? What you want? Represent represent represent Yeah, represent, check it out check it out [Hook] Yo mama don't wear no drawers! I saw her when she took them off! Standing on the welfare line Eating swine trying to look fine, with her stank behind You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass [Verse 1] Are you ready, to face the consequences and suffer? I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I swing it Get lost, I break you off something I'm pumping, like a Reebok, with a pump From the jump and, you was nothing Bet you thought you fucking clan had ya back but they was fronting Smoking dirt blunts and fucking nasty sluts and You just a naked gun without the bullet, what you busting Get your ship sunken, fucking with a drunken Master disaster at any rap functions [Interlude] Just an echo, yoo-hoo We be living in the valley yoo-hoo It may be difficult to bring back Sweet memories of you And you can even ask your crew Bet your bottom dollar that they tell ya fast Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass [Verse 2] Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man? You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya 36 chambers, be out, you'se in danger Let me pull your brain out your ass with a hanger Didn't momma tell ya not to talk to a stranger? Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler Just recline, keep the Meth in mind I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time What? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass All up and down the block, the street, that ave Whatever, smoking on a Spike Lee joint Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hoping niggas get the point Cause they could never, stop the veteran, word to God When I'm severing the head of a mental vegetarian The Method, at the weed gate, with a long line of credit If you desire fire, I be the first to set it Off, flame on like the Human Torch Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store You can eat it all and it'll tell you fast Meth-Tical got STYLE for your nasty ass [Outro] 94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize Wu-Tang killer bee The RZA and the Method MZA Raider Ruckus, where you at? Judgement Day[Intro: Method Man] First, there was the collapse of civilization Anarchy, genocide, starvation Then, when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up We got the Plague, the Living Death Closing his icy grip around the whole planet Then the rumors started The last hardcore MCs were working on the cure, that would end the pestilence Why? I like the death I like the misery I like this world The Final Frontier These are the voyages of the Starship Tical [Verse 1: Method Man] As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening, Mr H-O-T N-I-X, you get splashed with the TEC Nobody go 'til the god say so You got a second or more to run for the door Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know Stat' could get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, yes Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def Cats is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pump shotgun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style, no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum Prum-prum-prum on my Shaolin drum Niggas don't dare to step in the square Kids ain't playing over here, playa Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day [Chorus] Ten let the countdown begin Nine, I was born in the mind Eight, take the head of a snake Seven, behold Armageddon Six, ain't no love for the rich Five, only strong will survive Four, 'cause we live by the sword Three, plus sixty degrees Two, for the black and the blue One, for the sun Step into millennium [Verse 2: Method Man] The name of this one is "Judgement Day" No more B.S., can't come out and play Don't blame me, blame society Type of chemistry for a live MC Hands in the air like you just don't care You all get a share, there's a party over here Year 2000, keep bouncin' T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin' New York's finest, still wilding Shaolin, at the full moon howling Get 'til it's gone, Killa Bee kills Only time will reveal like the words in the song 'Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel Niggas don't got to pay my bills P.L.O., pack the slingshot flow Plant the seed, let the garden grow And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine Darts pierce your heart like the Valentine This my "Tale From the Crypt," that's sick Bloodbath, body bags and shit UFC fighting championships G.I. Joes with the kung-fu grip Now you don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playing over here, playa Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day Come on, I said come on [Chorus] Ten let the countdown begin Nine, I was born in the mind Eight, take the head of a snake Seven, behold Armageddon Six, ain't no love for the rich Five, only strong will survive Four, 'cause we live by the sword Three, plus sixty degrees Two, for the black and the blue One, for the sun Step into millennium [Verse 1: Method Man] As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening, Mr H-O-T N-I-X, you get splashed with the TEC Nobody go 'til the god say so You got a second or more to run for the door Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know Stat' could get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, yes Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def Cats is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pump shotgun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style, no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum Prum-prum-prum on my Shaolin drum Niggas don't dare to step in the square Kids ain't playing over here, playa Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day [Chorus] Ten let the countdown begin Nine, I was born in the mind Eight, take the head of a snake Seven, behold Armageddon Six, ain't no love for the rich Five, only strong will survive Four, 'cause we live by the sword Three, plus sixty degrees Two, for the black and the blue One, for the sun Step into millennium (Uh, uh) [Outro] Ten Nine Eight Seven Six Five Four Three Two One Step into millennium (Uh, uh) Let the countdown begin I was born in the mind Take the head of a snake Behold Armageddon Ain't no love for the rich Only strong will survive 'Cause we live by the sword Plus sixty degrees For the black and the blue For the sun Judgement Day Got to Have It[Intro: Method Man] Sing it bitch... oh boy... Niggas... ha-ha... ladies... yeah Oh boy, come on... yeah... This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") yeah [Method Man] I got to have that new shit, new whip, blue six, now who this? Windows half down, bumping Wu shit, the truth is This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") hell yeah I got to have them big props, big rocks, glisten in the wrist watch Tick-tock, and make a pit stop to cop a zip-lock This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuck yeah I got to have that seat next to Oprah, Bentley with the chaffeur Rum and cola spilling on a million dollar sofa This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") hell yeah I got to have my next pair of fresh Air's, dress me in the best wears Meth, yeah, want respect, then he want his check cleared This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuck yeah [Hook: Method Man] Now if it's something I, want, no need for me to front Why stunt? Better notify them niggas from the dump Oh, yeah, I got to have it (have it) And, oh, yo, I got to have it (have it) If it's something I, need, don't have to beg or pleed My weed, got 'em high, just look at they eyes bleed Oh, yeah, I got to have it (have it) And, oh, yo, I got to have it (have it) [Method Man] Yeah, I got to have that mansion and the yacht The room to park the phantom on the yacht E, watch me leave them haters on the dock, yeah This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") damn right I got to have them pop bottles, shots hollow, plus the next top model Staring down they nostrils in them Ferragamo goggles This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuckin' a' I got to have a new spot to live, a few props to give One for each verse I did, with 2Pac and B.I.G., y'all This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") damn right I got have V.S. cuts, a jet plus, a marijuana dealer with the best stuff You know that Meth puff, y'all, and guess what? This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuckin' a [Hook] [Method Man] I got to have the fast car, the crash bar, place to stash the heaters In the dash board, and then I need no limits on that black card This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") hell yea I got to have them verses and them hooks, plus a little paper off the books And a Playboy bunny that can cook, nigga This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuck yea I got to have the first glass in first class, button up Cavalli On the shirt tag, and honey with that Louis on the purse bag This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") hell yea I got to have them hardcore beats, and Loose Linx that all play for keeps When we mobbing on these New York streets, nigga This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuck yea [Hook 2X] Sweet Love[Produced by True Master] [Intro: Streetlife] Excuse me gorgeous.. [Verse 1: Streetlife] Just maxing, looking for hoes, y'know, relaxing Met this redbone Jasmine, midtown Manhattan Shot a verb, that tranked her nerves, calm words Massaged the mentals, made her pussycat purr Sweet Love you look miraculous, brown-eyed passionate High cheek-boned, Tommy Girl cologne you smashing it Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten I have you home by ten, shorty started laughing She replied, "Street, you ever ride while you drive?" I looked puzzled, and said, "Nah baby, why?" She pressed up, grabbed my dick, threw her dress up Cocked her legs, cold fucked my head up Now I'm deep in it, flying past the speed limit Out of control, still whipping it, steadily hitting it Deep stroking, one hand on the wheel, blunt smoking Loving how it feel, sweet Love you got me open, what? [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Love is love, love, love is love, love Love is love, love, love is love, love We connected like a train from the first ordeal I stepped to her with the passion as I kept things real But like, sex was on my mind like, cum was in my pants I flashed my fronts on her, like if I had a chance She said, "Ain't you Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan?" I said, "Yeah, mad gear plus the small white van Sweet Love, I want your pussy can I be your man? Stripped to the bare essentials let me fuck you if I can Sweet Love, from your nipples to your pussy nub" Sweet Love, love is Love, love is love Love [Verse 3: Method Man] It's a full moon, we in the bedroom Thoughts consumed by the passion Slow jam tunes and body action My finger's on the clit splashing Your pussy lips got you spazzing Love juices, marinating in your satins Sexy ass, I gets 'em like my old dad I love my women bad With just a little touch of class You'se the star by far, look at you ma Shake your thang-thang girlfriend, you cherchez la femme Whattup, went to beat it up, I'm not the one to eat it up But the type to hit it raw dawg and seed it up We talk without sayin nuttin' You told me if I came through you'd gimme som'thin' Now we locking ass, pulling hair and talking trash How you like it, slow or fast? She said, "I like it when it last" No doubt, you got the best trout there can be Not an everyday, average, Chicken of the Sea Candidate for H.I.V, you'd rather deal with monogamy Queen to be held, Black Mahogany You're 'bout to bust damn it Sugar walls coming down, now you can't stand it You've been touched That's when I felt the blood rush Getting closer and closer with every thrust, take me there Volcano's about to erupt, I love you much Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts G’d Up[Intro: Method Man] Allah Math, dig it [Verse 1: Method Man] My block is G'd up, the cops is racist Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up Woman are getting eat up Look at this paper don't need much But still need a calculator to keep up Je-sus; I'm doing me, B.I.G Hit Lil Cease up after I hit this tree up Me, I get my cheese up Puff the buddha, I get my Chi up My team in the building until the lease up Look, you think this method ain't pro-lific then pro-hibit See, I'm the witted but like my daddy, no different A go-getter, I go get it, now go figure Without no figures, no gold cards, no gold diggers To quote Jigga, I goes hard, I blow Swishers I blow that trigger, your whole squad can go wit'cha Ay, Dio mío, I'm a hell of a flow spitter You ain't my people, I don't care if you know RZA 'Cause at the end of the day I'm a problem, boy, stay out of my way Now if you see me in the streets, you better give me my space And if I beat you to the punch, I punch you dead in your face [Pre-Hook Sample] Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit [Hook: Mzee Jones] Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women No kidding, big business, tops missing Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin' Welcome to the big boy life Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copin' Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping Welcome to the big boy life - yeah [Verse 2: R-Mean] Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah We known to do this The flow is losing, it's so abusive Was born a Christian but Joe the truth is that dough is Jewish I over do this, fuck a moderation Homie we focused, my camp Auschwitz with the concentration Meth-Tical, R-Dash, Allah Math Step in my shoes and leave footprints in God's path These surfaces try to divert us away from a higher purpose I look emcees in their eyes, you looking kind of nervous But we knowing the mean, the leader's showing ya King of kings, Haile Selassie, Ethiopia Blunt condition chronic and I don't mean that pneumonia So shorty you and your friend I'm bout to leave with the both of ya She tell me that she need me They always come right back Bitches get repo'd quicker than Tyga's Lamborghini We eating lobster and shrimp Rappers is Ramadan Too raw, I shouldn't spit without a condom on The type of rookie that's respected by the veterans 'Cause dog I ain't a rookie, I'm a motherfucking veteran Light up the medicine, just know you've been warned 'Cause when the killer bees starting to swarm, you know it's on [Pre-Hook Sample] Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit [Hook: Mzee Jones] Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women No kidding, big business, tops missing Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin' Welcome to the big boy life Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copin' Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping Welcome to the big boy life - yeah Uh Huh"Bus driver -- this here gal refused to give me her seat!" [Intro: Method Man] Everybody... huh, yeah Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now, uh, yeah, yo [Verse 1: Method Man] What up my people equal?, this be Tical: The Prequel Shine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal I mean that "ooh wee", three years and two g's I'm back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafs While y'all was just rappin', who get the set crackin'? Just like a neck snappin', let's get this next platinum What's happ'n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man? I held your hand through them years when y'all was stressed, fam That's why I still love you and Russell still hustle Let's get to pumpin' iron, and flex some real muscle Up in this bitch due, my click is Rick Rude And I ain't got the ivory, this ain't the flick, dude Somebody told me, y'all can't hold me Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely You need back off bitch, you don't know me Got to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey [Chorus: Method Man] Meth is killin', M.C. killin' What more can I say, stop grillin' That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood And since y'all understood... would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey [Verse 2: Method Man] Ok, the love issue, don't let that love get you My brothers love pistol, doin' they thug dizzle Bet y'all ain't know, did you? That I'm a pro, did you? Until the flow hit you, fuck it, I'm official Bone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickel Place that don't tickle, can't wait to zone wit you I'm hard as stone chisel, Meth got his own little Formula to go triple -- for shizzle Y'all know my occupation, I'm puttin' in the work So any imitation, I'm puttin' in the dirt That shit is aggravatin', why y'all procrastinatin' I got some massive waitin', and she probably masturbatin' Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fifty If I got a problem, then that's one problem too many So don't tempt me, I'll bust until I'm empty Swiftly, that way, I get the chance to take you with me, muthafucka! [Chorus] Meth is killin', M.C. killin' What more can I say, stop grillin' That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood And since y'all understood... would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey [Verse 3: Method Man] Yo, I got style, H rap round, back up and back down Act up, we back clown, last up to bat now It's me Ticallion, swing like Barry Bonds Mommy got a ratty thong, happy cuz daddy gone Turn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it'll get Cook it once the griddle gets so hot, good lookin' kid Ok, now where was I? Prepared, was I Your man broke his jaw tryin' to say what I Say on this mic, not a day in your life, could ya Say I ain't nice, could ya? If I ain't nice, would ya? Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come her, she stuntin' Can hear me "cummin'" like my dick's in her ear or somethin' I put that on my momma, she put that on her kids He put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya fuckin' wig That's how it is, ask Bobby Dig' We back on your block, with 'nuff shots to give, muthafucka! [Chorus] Meth is killin', M.C. killin' What more can I say, stop grillin' That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood And since y'all understood... would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey Meth is killin', M.C. killin' What more can I say, stop grillin' That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood And since y'all understood... would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey The Purple Tape[Intro: Method Man] I, fifty-eight, fifty-seven Yeah, got you A'ight, ayy [Verse 1: Method Man] Lace your boots up, tracks get looped up The chocolate deluxe gets scooped up All my pigeons is cooped up, Wu's up, W's up If y'all ain't with us, chuck a deuce up, and let us do us Break a promise but not my group up Veterans is dying and used up Let's see if they can hang, I'm already tying the snoose up (Ah) I'm too hot, if you not, get you stuffed (Stuffed) Get you touched and get you shot or you cut (Damn) Young buck, I'm just trying to toughen you up (Yeah) Can't let you hustle with us, y'all ain't struggled enough (Nah) Y'all been cuddled too much, maybe mothered too much So the burner giving out loans, here's a couple of bucks Had a couple of scuffs, I ain't saying I'm perfect (Yeah) And I ain't cursing the rhyme but I wrote it in cursive (Woo) Quote the verses, boy I flow with a purpose Get that prometh' and the soda, come with the purchase [Chorus: Method Man & Rae Smith] Who is that up in the building? Hashtag we still win Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend My youngin' tell 'em it's them Wu-Tang is for the children They bugging, tell 'em again Wu-Tang is for the children [Verse 2: Raekwon] Lab with the pole, she slide down, I'm in the basement counting faces Drunk on the slouch, count the spaceships Jewelry to my knee caps, breathe stacks whores & sleestacks H-S-B see me getting g-packs, herringbones, mad stones in 'em The voice is olive green, three doors, I'm on and bring my goons home Puma's on, points like unicorns, fuming in uniforms What you wanna do with me? Just sue me homes Yeah, half Mike, half Nike, handle got grip Got monkey's out here ready to flip We pull a stunt, grab knots, push cops, just for vengeance For killing that real shit independence Far glowing like blonde hair, probably where the way it be rolling Let's catch a check y'all, bring the broads here Until the sun burn out, ain't nobody eating (Nigga) We on your block now, Glock up or call the precinct [Chorus: Method Man & Rae Smith] Who is that up in the building? Hashtag we still win Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend My youngin' tell 'em it's them Wu-Tang is for the children They bugging, tell 'em again Wu-Tang is for the children Who is that up in the building? Hashtag we still win Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend My youngin' tell 'em it's them Wu-Tang is for the children They bugging, tell 'em again Wu-Tang is for the children [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Deck performing on the track, call him Jeff Gordon I'm still buzzin', this is Hennessey the next morning They upset talking, I'm yes y'allin for checks Boss on the set, you acting like my ex calling Ain't that a bitch, not the five or the six I rock seven on my back, that's Kaepernick I dazzle like a magic trick, fabulous swordsmen Sort of like abortion, I ain't having it S-I ready for action, heavily cashing We set for whatever, what's happening? Cold like the weather in Aspen, flow everlasting Four, five, six, your head's crackin' Just a fifth of E&J, plus a eighth of green No promethazine but I make 'em lean I'm running with the real, y'all chasing dreams While the crowd go wild for they favorite team [Chorus: Method Man & Rae Smith] Who is that up in the building? Hashtag we still win Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend My youngin' tell 'em it's them Wu-Tang is for the children They bugging, tell 'em again Wu-Tang is for the children Who is that up in the building? Hashtag we still win Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend My youngin' tell 'em it's them Wu-Tang is for the children They bugging, tell 'em again Wu-Tang is for the children Dirty Mef[Intro: Method Man (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Expect the unexpected, motherfucker, let's go, come on Yeah, M-E-F, hahahaha, special guest (Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck) Hahahaha.. yeah.. [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit One verse, and leave in a new Benz vert Take a trip down south and put some hoes to work, you hear me Dirt McGirt, you niggas gon' respect it I'm drunk and crunk so don't come in my direction I'm ready to thump, and get the whole crew arrested Bail 'em out, and laugh about it in Texas, yo And get with Rome, down in Caki-Lac And hit the spot, in the hood where the happenings at Where the shootin' and the fightings and the stabbings at Where the Lincolns and the Chevys and the Cadi's at, shit Them down south niggas been loved Dirt Take a shot to the head, if you been through the worse Show respect to your niggas, who been doin' it first And be comin' with that shit, I'm just doin' the worse [Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Method Man)] Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit (Yo, you don't wanna ride with Meth, you still sniffing coke Even if you tried your best, yo, I can spit) [Method Man] Yeah, damn, I'm just like Dirt in the booth I'm the truth, I don't need to go to church in a suit Each verse is the proof, I drink a 100 Proof Cop searching the coup, I got some herb in my boot When Wu is coming through, the outcome: critical Fucking with this style, the outcome: get physical Meth get lyrical, and y'all can get my genitals Don't forget them 8 essentials, vitamins & minerals Heh, ya'meen, I'm taking one for the team Like Martin Luther King, taking one for a dream I'm dope, to many fiends, live by many means If you don't stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything That's real shit, let's get this money real quick Dirt Dog, I'm feeling this, but I'd rather feel rich I mean filthy rich, I'm corporate now Big Meth, the label's Def, that's why I talk so loud, nigga [Hook 2X] [Hook 2X<: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck... Method Man (Remix)[Intro] Fat dub sack! Remix of Method Man for ya one time. Yeah [Hook] M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man [Verse 1] Hey you get off my cloud See me get raw with my southpaw style Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the Buddha Monk on the hunt for machine gun funk I gets you open like a slug from the shotgun pump Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper Partner, you ain't got no wins in mi casa Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up Took one, added seven more now you eight up Get on down wit' your bad self Get on down, listen to the sound, come on Few can ever get this ultimate legit See you all up in my ass But you don't know shit, uh-huh What's your definition of a real emcee From what you dedicated, hey it must be me Meth-Tical, a rude descendant of the loud hip-hop I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop Give me the green light, and the sign one way Have you had your meth today? Huh, move it in, move it out Stick it in, pull it out Shake it up, shake it down Come on down, Meth-Tical Oh I hope and pray that I will But today I am still Just a... [Hook] M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man [Verse 2] Rrrappers can't get with the style, extra wicked Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it Might show up, stun 'em and run 'em when they raggin' Those who test it, respect it, the method You know I can't be messed with, I'm hectic, accept it I'll break it down, I get down for my crown Filthy, dirty like a worm underground Tryin' to avoid the early bird, that's my word Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the curb Check out the cloud, smoked out from the mouth Other brothers got mad fly, flew south for the (winter) Hey, enter the square if you dare Without a flaw, I'm so raw that I'm rare I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair And get mine, cause she love me long time Bartender bring more wine Get in line for the... [Hook] M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man Here I am, here I am, the Method Man [Outro] Wu-Tang, killer bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more P.L.O. Style. 1993 to '94, the rugged raw And we out (Sample from Shaolin & Wu-Tang) It's our secret! Never teach the Wu-tang We Some Dogs[Hook: Mr. Porter] If I'm a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl don't waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs If I'm a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl don't waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs [Verse 1: Method Man] By any means necessary, it's on Bitch, your fucking with a dog, all I wanna do is bury some bones Take a piss on a tree and I'm gone Girlfriend don't get it wrong I hate to be the one to shit on your lawn But I ain't got my dog license I ain't nothing nice And I ain't never met a piece of pussy I ain't liking Sugar and spicing Kicked up with ice and You can do anything with these hoes Except housewife them Like snoop said "it ain't nothing but a G thing" Got a bitch in my bed, in nothing but a g-string, so peep game Who the lucky female to taste these Snips and snails and puppy dog tails huh? You're messing with me, I'm messing with you I'm a dog trick I chase cats like Peppy La Pu Dead on shit My life's like a Holiday Inn If my girl act up I'm gunna fuck her friend If I'm a what... [Hook: Mr. Porter] If I'm a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl don't waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs If I'm a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl don't waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs [Verse 2: Redman] I'm a dog motherfucker, I walk on all fours Find where you live at, shit on your porch, Redman is hungry Don't leave the food out, I'm pumped like a Pamela Anderson boob job Straight up bulldog, mixed with a Shizhsu Cause I bullshit, party a little bit Swim with the shark, you're bound to drown My weed is like green, and yours brown The doctor the dog, from Cali to Georgia When cats meow with noting on top they halter I don't have Yesmen that laugh when I laugh We some dogs, we can kiss our own ass Like a golden retriever, retrieving the chronic The dose nose bitch, and no need to hide it - Redman a flirt Always get my nuts stuck to the porch, like the dog on Joe Dirt [Hook: Mr. Porter] If I'm a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl don't waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs If I'm a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl don't waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Fish don't fry in the kitchen, bitch don't climb, keep bitching Beans don't burn on the grill, 3, 4, 5 With the pimping, hoes get your pimps permission Now pay attention, the big D-O double to the G-O To the liquor store to crack a ho and get some VO (VO) And mix it with some pena colidino Then slip it on the bitch then I dip with all her c-notes Scandalous, yep bitch cause we know Every pretty ho always down to pull a d-low On me? No, so there won't be no shaking me down, breaking me down, here we go You know I'm just oh so slick The way you chew that bubble gum, the way you sucking a dick And I can tell, that you a freak I wanna stick some dick up in you can I skeet, skeet Don't you know why? [Hook: Mr. Porter] If I'm a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl don't waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs If I'm a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl don't waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs If I'm a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl don't waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs If I'm a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl don't waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs The Meth Lab[Intro] I'll give you three seconds to come out wit' your hands up, one, two This is my own private domicile I will not be harassed, motherfucker! [Verse 1: Method Man] Welcome to the Meth Lab, listen, it's time to cook Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by a look I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it You a meth head that live on the edge, just need a push I'm your pusher, supplier, I'm back, the cheese on the wire If a snitch burnin', wouldn't even piss on the fire Now you kids learnin', I ain't tryin' to preach to the choir Now the kids earnin' like them dealers that he admire Got that whip workin' like I'm sacrificin' a virgin That's a burden, but I'm certain you're feelin' it, after you try You can't deny I cook a batch like, 'Woo' Hazardous material, you'd need a hazmat suit Now you lookin' at me like, 'What's a hazmat suit?' Somethin' used to move a body, you don't have that loop [Bridge 1] Let's talk about trust I told you not to cook my recipe And you went ahead and did it anyway Cause I never said I wouldn't cook it Cause it ain't yours, it's ours, bitch [Verse 2: Hanz On] Hookers in the kitchen, chemistry is the best recipe Especially this shit, I'm takin' on bets Pressure cookers, percolate 'em like chefs Meth labs here to the West, wools on them gear trims grassed Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?) Got them burners wit' them bodies on them, have me in cuffs Killer's focused, slam it up in them trucks Eyes low, grippin' the toast, trigger finger, playin' it close You think it's a game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live These niggas playin' wit' this money, funny how niggas die They say it's over when the fat kid cry, ratchets fly here to the Chi' [Bridge 2] You think you can stop me from cookin'? You cook whatever you like, as long it's that B work These niggas be runnin' around in the street wit' everyday Don't even think about usin' my grade A You should try and stop me, bitch [Verse 3: Streetlife] I'm in the meth lab concoctin' another concoction Decisions, decisions, just weighin' my options The formula highly addictive, it's habit forming Side effects life-threatenin', the surgeon's warnin' I write a prescription just for meth abusers Regulate your dose intake for heavy users For generations, I been servin' these rap fiends Babies born addicted to the metric, know what I mean? You're recoverin', but you still use frequently So wet your court hearin', judge show some leniency Can't escape old habits, so you copy the new shit Wit' your kids in your cars, see, pumpin' that Wu shit We worldwide, supply and demand, I got the upper-hand Check my passport, global support Informant lands non-commercial goods, that raw and uncut That got them breakin' bad at the gate for the re-up [Outro: Method Man and Streetlife] What up, Street? Yo, what up, man? We gon' put some "Welcome to the meth lab" on there Man, you know, it's straight gutter shit, nigga Yeah, you ready to get 'em this time? Yeah, always, man Alright, so I'm a leave it up to you Go 'head, show 'em what you got Sub Crazy[Method Man] Aight? Check it out (FUCK DAT!) Word, niggas smoke too fuckin' much man (Check it out y'all, check it check it out) [Intro/Hook] We can all get by if we want now Get a fat piece of the pie if we want Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now I will survive, recognize it be Tical [Verse One] What up, ock? Niggas is strapped, ready for war On the ill block, things just ain't peace no more Fuck it - if you ain't with me then forget me Niggas tried to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation shifty (bitch) Creepin' niggas in the dark, triggers with no heart Rippin' ass apart, I be swimmin' with the sharks now (yeah) Stay out my water or it's manslaughter Kid, you oughta start reachin' for that nickle-plated auto- Matic (f'real) my thoughts get sporadic (uh) Loaded raps bustin' mad shots to ya attic (woo!) They say this hazardous flow's a hazard Straight from Hazzard County with a bounty on his head And it said: "Wanted Dead or Alive" I swear by the whites of they eyes To never take a dive I will survive [Hook] [Method Man] Eeep opp, epp awpp, baaaaaaa Here we go, start [Verse Two] Shit's gonna happen if niggas start actin' Like they want problems. You want 'em? You got 'em Rap contact, is writin' this exact- Ly, the way it should, be, attack Killer Beeeees on the swarm Alaikum as-salaam, drops bombs like Qur'an The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism I bust rhymes like jism Impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom Decipher, the stee, I be hyper I dwindle the style, that rekindle like old flamesss Sssssssaliva, check the wicked flows I delyvah Oops, I mean delivers like the Hudson River Styles be trite, trife like a thief in the night I be that sneaky-ass nigga bustin' nuts in yo wife Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid Flippin' on the mic, it's a classic I Get My Thang in Action[Intro:] "Good.. Wu-Tang martial expert There's not many, who can match up with him" (He'll give you a heart condition If you fuck around like that there Tell you it ain't no good for the bloodstream You know god damn whatever and uhh It's dumb and big -- it's DUMB AND BIG) Mira, Meth-Tical comin through with the suu (Lie in cut for y'all) Check it out [Verse 1] Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please I black that eye like peas, you better freeze In your tracks, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) killer bee's on ya back I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack You want it all? Yeah I want it all like THAT I stab my own moms in the back for a stack Niggas like, "Damn, why you want it like that?" (Why is that?) Cause I'm a dog, and I got no love for the cat (uhh) Attitude's cold like the North polar cap Where I do my dirt's a little further down the map (Is that so?) A little buck wilding, Island called Stat' Where niggas carry gats in they Black Moon hat Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap And you's an unknown with a faulty contract Wake up and smell the Met-chod motherfucker contact Villain in the cypher from the foe when head crack An Indian giver and I'm out to take it back Shaolin Island, baby where you at? A runaway train that be runnin on ya track That's how it's goin down, yeah, it's goin down I gets my thang in action To live, to love, to see, to learn Yo! Tell em what's happenin! (What's happenin? I'll tell yo' ass what's happenin Tell em what's happenin It's goin on out here - brothers ain't got no peers And they smokin funny - shuddup yo' damn mouth!) [Method Man] I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score NUTTIN - cause you ain't got no points in this game Kid you FRONTIN - I'm home run hittin, you be buntin Fresh out the toilet, I got my shit together When I'm good, I'm good, when bad, I'm better You want it? Whatever - I'll be the stormy weather Rain comin down, so weatherproof you're leather JACKET, a nigga with a AXE couldn't HACK IT I spark em like a match (ssskt) Coming back it's the Met-chod, say it loud I'm the Met-chod, Man - clap yo' hands, now check it See me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin flicks While my physical brother came through and got me lift Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye The moment is fuckin me up, killin my high Nigga get back, ya pussy cat, I'm fearsome Basically THAT, I'm all of THAT, and then some While I, was out on tour, goin beserk I heard you was at the sandbox and kickin DIRT All on my name but you can't pull my file YOU DON'T KNOW ME, AND YOU DON'T KNOW MY STYLE Comin out dere like dat dere, YEAHHHH Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear (Ahhheheh, I taught the boy everything he KNOW Go on you bad motherfuckers See I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite Everybody needs to love Dolemite I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite Hey, how you doin nigga, I know you Knowin I didn't when I did Meth-Tical Shiiit, I told the boy If you can't get yourself a ten The least you can do is fuck five twos And we out, Method) The Rock’s Theme - ‘Know Your Role’[The Rock] Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? [Method Man] I smell it [The Rock] Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? [Method Man] I smell it Come on, come on [The Rock] Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? [Method Man] Yo, finally The Rock has come back Layin down the smack on your monkey crap candy coated ass Enter the squared circle with the Great One Most electrifying moves, don't change the station Children and their children, they all chant With the millions upon millions of Rock's fans Get ready for the square dance, here's your chance For a can of ass whooping, from the People's Champ If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking [The Rock] Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? [Method Man] If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking [The Rock] Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? [Method Man] Jabroni, check yourself, you don't know me Jabroni, go back to the gym, you're too bony So you want a piece of The Rock? Make you crumble In these Wrestlemanias, kid, we Royal Rumble Telling us that Raw is War, what the hell you think we came for? Just to play with these whips and chainsaws? And sharp glass I'll shine them up real nice, turn them sideways And shove them up your candy ass If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking [The Rock] Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? [Method Man] If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking [The Rock] Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? [Method Man] Yo, yo, this is it y'all, Summer Slam, Summer Sam'd out It's Thursday Night Smackdown, there's No Way Out Now you got a problem, with the Brahma Bull Time to throw Rock Bottom Ain't no way to stop him See the People's Elbow, ignite the crowd Into a feeding frenzy, they want blood now Chinlock and chair shots, suplexes, legdrops Finish with the People's Elbow and sign it Rock If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking [The Rock] Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? [Method Man] If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking [The Rock] Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? [Method Man] If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking [The Rock] Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? [Method Man] If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking [The Rock] Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? I’ll Be There For You/You’re All I Need To Get By (Puffy Daddy Remix)[Intro: Method Man] Rugged style, it's enough to make a hardrock smile Cheeba cheeba, y'all Cheeba cheeba, y'all And you don't stop Yeah, yeah Cootie in the chair Cheeba cheeba, y'all Don't stop Yeah, yeah Cootie in the— check (Tical) [Verse 1: Method Man] Shorty, I'm there for you anytime you need me For real, girl, it's me and your world, believe me Nothing make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things that's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nothing You made a brother feel like he was something That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no fronting Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay" Now that's real to a brother like me, baby Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight, aight? And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a fat-ass crib with thousands of kids Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we Be livin' in the effin' lap of luxury I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk with me But you did, now I'm going all out, kid And I got mad love to give, you my nigga [Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Notorious B.I.G.] You're all I need To get by, by You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by, by [Interlude: Mary J. Blige] Like sweet morning dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny With you, I'll spend my time I'll dedicate my life I'll sacrifice for you Dedicate my life for you [Verse 2: Method Man] I got a Love Jones for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around, you got the good stuff at home Even if I'm locked up north, you in the world Rockin' three-fourths of cloth, never showin' your stuff off, boo It be true, me for you, that's how it is I be your Noah, you be my Wiz I'm your mister, you my missus with hugs and kisses Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please We on another level of planning, of understanding The bond between man and woman and child The highest elevation, 'cause we above All that romance crap, just show your love [Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Notorious B.I.G.] You're all I need To get by, by You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by, by You're all I need To get by, by You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by, by (Like sweet morning dew, I took one look at you) You're all I need (And it was plain to see you were my destiny, baby) To get by, by You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by, by You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by, by You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by, by You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by, by You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by, by You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by, by You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by, by You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by, by You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by, by You're all— Hood Go Bang![Chorus: Redman] This is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! (Yeah) This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! Yeah, here we go (Here we go) I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! (BANG!) This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! *click click* BANG! [Verse 1: Method Man] Yo, this is how it sound when the hood go bang You can cop a couple of bricks of good cocaine I’m a block scholar, call me Dollars, I don’t change I’m a Rottweiler, diamond collar with gold fangs Yep, a top shotter, Don Dada, rhyme proper Might even take the ‘R’ out of brother—why bother? Mic on Halloween, I mean, I’m clearly a monster We gathered here today so that I could dearly depart ya Math, bars better than Willy Wonka’s It’s how to get away with a murder—you feel me, Shonda? Rhymes like karma, I’m hood, stash the contra You ever hear a rhymer this good, smack ya mamas But it’s still death over dishonor ‘Cause you can get it next and get death over this drama Math verse Meth, this Civil War is a starter Men turn to martyrs, Wu-Tang bang regardless [Chorus: Redman] Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! Yeah, here we go (Here we go) I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! *click click* BANG! BANG! Is It Me[Intro: Method Man] Uh... yeah, y'all, guess whose back? Heh... cauli' flavored, momma crack Yeah... yeah... Scott Storch (Return of the great) Mr. M-E-F (aww shit) know what I said Black people don't use the T-H, yo (got it fucked up now) Yo, yo... [Method Man] Guess who back though, crack dough, yes, eyes is hat low Stash 'dro, pimp on the side, you know how that go Rap flow, major, taste the flavor, all natural high Y'all gotta love it when the track go (track go) Ask Def Jam what's hot, three letters, M-E-F Man Been stopped, that's off top, young, fresh to death And you're not, no matter what the job, I'm the best man Rap C.E.O. minus the yes-man (yes-man) I know that's right, so act right, Staten on the map Like fuck y'all, get stuck, y'all and have a bad night As I brush off my shoulder, that's right My nigga Scott Storch keep bringing it back like (back like) Oh boy, dig it, I talk about it and I live it Been there, did it, shitted and wiped my ass with it These critics saw the train for brains and must of missed it If they ain't got the shit, they'll never get it (never get it) [Hook: Method Man] Is it me, or is it these, niggas in it for cheese Is it me, all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez Is it me, or is it me, that ain't feeling M.C.'s With the top down, wheeling the v, feeling the breeze Is it me, or is it these, niggas spitting the same Is it me, all my enemies, throwing shit in the game Is it me, or the industry that really got to change Once again, it's Wu-Tang, in case y'all forgot the name [Method Man] I spit germ, early bird gets worm, now Now that it's his turn, clowns don't get turns, now Fuck with a chick perm, when she get hot, you get burned You see I'm not kidding, knowing these kids learn (kids learn) And and I'm that dude, ahh-choo, and allerging to wake jewels Blast if I have to, and y'all don't give me no hassle Who rep Rotten Apple to death and get natural Make hard beats pound like the track do (track do) If you ask me, this raspy voice nigga is nasty Khaki's hanging off of his ass, eyes is glassy That's fucked, that's us, niggas know where to catch me At 1-800 GET-AT-ME, (get at me) My, flow's, no holds barred, Holy Jahad It's the head nigga in charge, Meth, back on the job Like back in the days, back when, the game was hard And when they reminiscenced over Wu, my God [Hook] [Method Man] Until these rap niggas stepped up, checked up, man this game is messed up Next up, you know what it is, don't get it f'd up Meth, what? F.Y.I., you need a heads up And I don't mean to beat you in the head, but (head, but) When you spit that, forget that, I eat these niggas food And the shit wrapped, where Cliff at? Tell 'em Mr. Meth got his shit back The gift back, sign, sealed, delivered and gift wrapped And when you hear that click-click (click-click) That's real talk, some niggas will talk to the cops Get killed off, man how did you get caught with all the rocks And still walk, no matter what you mix with a pig You still pork, and money is still forced (still forced) Yeah, that was right on cue, new and improved All these dudes try'nna walk in my shoes, doing my moves But that's cool, cause I'mma make it do what it do With this W, like I can I get a "suu" motherfuckers? [Hook] [Outro: Method Man W-T-R-B... Wu-Tang Radio, Bitch... 4:20[Intro: RZA (Method Man)] Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (roll it up niggas) Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (4:20, y'all, it's time, it's time) Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (it's been a long time for this man Niggas been sleeping on the kid, man, everybody got some sideway shit to say) Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (Carlo! Know what I'm saying, man? Yeah) [Method Man] Fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing Call the po-po, oh niggas is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling Niggas no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though Good pussy put a hump in my back like Quasimoto Hah, my sex ain't homo, season vet, hold the adobo Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get smoked out Put hands on these niggas, then put the roach out Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good Man, does Tarzan shit in the woods, my shit is hood, bitch That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bullshit Real spit, money come first, and even worse You need all your toes & fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint Dick, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa [Hook: Carlton Fisk] It's 4:20, roll up, nigga getting smo-ked out No seeds, California weed have you choked out No doubt, roll up, which rims spoked out 4:20 mean either you roll up or roll out [RZA] Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it [Method Man] So on and so on, I flow on Power to our people, get your smoke on And I'm so gone, off, that sour diesel Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney With that robe on, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision Not a good look, told ya my nigga, Tical deliver Hook or crook, lots of asses to kick, wish I had a bigger foot Yeah, taking it there, hating who care Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals Fuck it, y'all niggas is pussy, so is the dick that sent you RZA, we done it again, Co-D occassion Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten [Hook] - 2X [Streetlife] The rap game won't like me You can tell that a nigga is shiesty If I die, my second born'll be like me Slide dick to your wifey Never know your baby boy just might be Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill From the Hill, never ran, never will Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point This is not a rap song, you get clapped on Bullets break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame Go public, then, shit on your fame, you overlooking the fact Where you from, is where we at And y'all don't want no, parts, in that that Caught your verse for sale, but real niggas don't shoot & tell We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell [Carlton Fisk] The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow I'm still alive, and still the sun'll come out tomorrow Shine shine shine, and grind, cuz it's money on my mind And I'm moving like my life is on the line For the bullshit, I really got no time, a full clip Really gon' let ya niggas know what's on my mind When ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up You won't need a camera phone to get the picture Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister [Hook] Stimulation[Intro: Method Man (Blue Raspberry)] 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 I gets busy on 'em, I gets bust of 'em I gets busy on 'em, I gets bust of 'em... (Let's come together for the stimulation Meth-Tical, hit 'em with the stimulation) [Verse 1: Method Man] I got 36 styles on my mind, on my mind Keep it real, Shaolin represent one timeeeee All my peoples, are you with me? Where you at? (Suuuu) All my Killer Bees on the track, where you at? (Suuuu) Throw ya fuckin' hands in the air if you want 'em near If ya got ya gats, peel a cap for the New Year Blindin' devotion, what's the commotion? Wu-Tang Clan, we attackin' your emotion Flowin' like the ocean (Bluuue) I be comin' for your (Creeew) Flyin' guillotine (Styyyle) with the new Meth-Tical Is it goin'? Is it goin'? Is it gone? If I ain't on ya records, then the shit ain't really on One-man band from the Wu-Tang Clan Ask who the man? Goddamn, it be Method Here I, here I am in the Clan, it's essential Puttin' Def Jam on my records, it's on [Hook: Blue Raspberry] Let's come together for the stimulation Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation Can everybody feel the stimulation? Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation [Verse 2: Method Man] I'm here for you, son, I gotcha back As long as you keep it real, word, I gotcha back Brothers want the drama, but don't know how to act Until the chrome pointed at his dome head crack Come on, let's keep it real, no disguise, recognize I'm from a small town where 'Nigga do or nigga die' That's why I'm stressin' That brothers keep they thoughts on they lesson Resurrect yo' mind from the essence, for real Ill block niggas get robbed like by the dozen What up, cousin? Now give a pound to that lounge nigga Peace, my MZA! Killah Hills 10304 by The GZA got me wideeee, it's goin' DZA Make my way for the ooh buildin' Now I'm chillin' with the neighborhood villains Thug Life, it be on now Hear the gun blaow as I milk another cow Let the Method show you how niggas do it I study, live the life of good, bad and ugly Hard times caught a nigga lovely, but that ain't nuttin' Before I die, I'mma leave the world with sumtin' To remember me by, the real stimuli! For you frontin' ass out rappers to capture I rip the world apart like a natural disaster I keep it live, somethin' born in '85 I utilize my 3rd eye, got me thinkin' Baby, you and I should get together for whatever You never in your long-legged life had it better Than you got it now, we be loungin', Tical "Word, son, I like yo' styleee" [Hook: Blue Raspberry] [Break: Method Man, overlaps Hook] Basically, I'm here for the stimuli To get high and for doughnuts Meth-Tical, it's '94 and it's raw, once more The Wu-Tang saga continues [Outro Hook: Method Man, overlaps Blue Raspberry's Hook] Wu-Tang Clan, forever No, we don't die, we just multiply forever, and ever, and ever... [Hook' 'til fade] Cradle Rock[Intro: Method Man] All the children come into the light... (There will be...) [Chorus: Left Eye and Method Man] Rock-a-bye baby from the rooftop When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked When the Earth quakes and the sky starts to fall Down will come MCs, fake shit and all [Verse 1: Method Man] Off top it be the sure shot, the bomb drops Aftershock blow your bumbaclot to smithereens Time stop, flying guillotines coming for your slot What you mean you spilled the beans, ock? Blacked out and thought I seen Pac, laser beam Glock What's a bird to a brother with a flock, what? They got some nerve to even try to shit a turd On John J, slap a nigga gay with the wordplay Hot Nix shoot you with the gift, it's your birthday God hatin' ugly in the worst way, fuck 'em like the Earth say From first day I survey the hassle, death knockin' at your door In the Big Apple, Meth' rotten to the core Shackle in the sound castle The dungeon with vermin in the form of MCs determined To step foot on God's soil, not knowin' that These eggheads come hard-boiled and heavy-handed The aliens they just landed and you in the way Overthrow these niggas' planet, Independence Day Felons, get split melons, homicide Bug niggas get the bug repellent, insecticide Johnny 5 take it worldwide, as long as I Pledge allegiance to the Dark Side, I'll never die Who you know with a flow like this? Bring 'em in What Clan you know blow like this? Bring 'em in Take that nigga (There will be...) [Refrain: Method Man and Left Eye] The sound of gun burst put the foul in the dirt (Foul in the dirt) You can't think clearly from the mind control theory (Mind control theory) Murder in the first bring 'em back down to Earth (Back down to Earth) Y'all niggas don't hear me prepare for the worst (Prepare for the worst) [Verse 2: Method Man] Times gon' change, nothin' will remain the same Million-dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the game Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name Tuck your chain when I approach nigga, go against the grain now Niggas stand in rain now, die hard fan Call me John John McClain now, Snake vs. the Crane Style Death to the enemy, Wu brother Number One The Centipede, troublesome, send 'em all to Kingdom Come Sun still shine one, time for your crooked mind Drunk off a cheap wine, son I'm into street crime Every word, every line, got juice very fine Turn me loose on mankind, detonate the landmine Focus my goal now, never sell, never sold Live by the code now, never tell, never told Darts I throw like Clyde with the finger roll Clutch shots and whatnot, this is where the buck stops Still can't eat and y'all still can't sleep I elect myself as Presidential MC Wu-Tang Killa Bee, the beehive facility In love with the blunt smoke even though it's killing me Bad vibes fillin' me with thoughts of conspiracy White Water scandals with Bill Clinton Hillary Too hot to handle, too well put together to dismantle Fucker, you heard me (There will be...) [Refrain 2: Method Man] Excuse me as I kiss the sky Catch me when I fall son, I'm too young to die Me and Lefty, that be the Eye come test me If you don't know, you never know me Booster, burn me [Interlude: Booster] [?] [Chorus: Left Eye and Method Man] Rock-a-bye baby from the rooftop When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked When the Earth quakes and the sky starts to fall Down will come MCs, fake shit and all [Outro: Left Eye] Ayo, I got three-hundred and sixty degrees of self That's mind, body and spirit A hundred and twenty degrees a piece We gon' break it down into simple terms That's nine nigga, nine, highest level of change It's too many niggas sittin' on they ass Waitin' for shit to just happen Shit don't just happen, gon' fuck around a miss the boat If you take away the negative, make room for the positive That's addin' and subtractin' on the real Niggas better learn they math Cause if my calculations serve me correct I'ma fuck around and have all this shit I'm on your ass, nigga All I Need (Razor Sharp Mix)[Intro: Mary J. Blige] Like sweet mornin' dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny [Hook: Mary J. Blige] You're all I need To get by, by You're all I need To get by, by [Verse 1: Method Man] Shawty, I'm there for you anytime you need me For real, girl, it's me in your world, believe me Nothin' make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things that's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nutin' You made a brother feel like he was sumtin' That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin' Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay" Now, that's REAL to a brother like me, baby Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight, aiiight? And I'mma walk these dogs so we can live In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me and I'mma make sure we Be livin' in a fuckin' lab of luxury I'm realizin' that you didn't have to fuck wit me But you did, now I'm goin' all out, kid And I got mad love to give, you my nigga [Hook: Mary J. Blige] You're all I need To get by, by You're all I need To get by, by [Verse 2: Method Man] I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone Plus, I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around, you got the good shit at home Even if I'm locked up North You in the world, wrapped in three-fourths of cloth Never showin' your stuff off, boo It be true, me for you - that's how it is I can be your knower, you can be my wis' Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth Resurrect the God through birth Best believe [Hook: Method Man](x2) You're all that I need, I'll be there for you If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you Lovin' your whole steez, it be in there, boo On top of that, you got the good Power-U [Hook: Mary J. Blige](x3) You're all I need To get by, by You're all I need To get by, by Eastside[Intro: iNTeLL] Yeah, uh The I-N-T-E double L Here we go, uh Yeah, The Meth Lab, uh Here we go [Chorus: iNTeLL] I said shout out to the west side But I'm from the east side (Okay) And you know that we ride (Okay) Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Yeah) Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do I said shout out to the west side But I'm from the east side And you know that we ride (Yeah) Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Uh huh) Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline (Where you at?) Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do it in the mean time [Verse 1: iNTeLL] I said welcome to the rec room, not a lot of headroom (Nope) I'm sacrificin' virgins, catch the beats in my bedroom (Come here) Go against the W, then you might be dead soon (Yeah) I could make the sky bleed, but ya call it red moon (Moon) I never been ordinary, carry weapons more than heavy (Come on) Mind was designed to be primed 'cause I'm more than ready (Right) If you sharpen your machete, better get that coffin ready Run up in your crib, I fuck your wife and eat up your spaghetti (Fuck 'em) All I do is write rhymes, smoke trees and pipe dimes (Uh huh) Hustle all day then continue through the nighttime (Yeah) Nasty like a pipeline, vigilantly fight crime Rappers are my sons, I be worried like a white mom (Ha) Wu gang is next up (Yeah), better have them checks cut (Yeah) Taxes too high, "Bye Felicia" man, we fed up Other rappers sped up they be outta pocket (Come on) See, I can't wait 'til I ball out like Fetty Socket (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: iNTeLL] I said shout out to the west side But I'm from the east side (Okay) And you know that we ride (Okay) Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Yeah) Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do I said shout out to the west side But I'm from the east side And you know that we ride (Yeah) Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Uh huh) Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline (Where you at?) Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do it in the mean time [Verse 2: Method Man] I'm 'bout to hit 'em with that yes y'all (Uh) You rockin' wit' the best, y'all (Uh) Verbally, I'm skilled, plus, sometime I take the S off That'll leave you killed, bucket list that you've been checked off (Uh) Meth with the F, basically it's me and F y'all How can I forget Protect Ya Neck, dog? Not X, dog, love some DMX I am practically DM an X, dog Matter fact my next bar colder Better yet, it's hot yoga You get stretched forward, dog Do respect, I don't respect y'all That said, I'ma keep the track fed (Woo) Look, if he ain't dead, he better act dead P-L-O forever, peace to Achmed (Hey) Type to say what's crackin' to a crackhead Blacker than your face, that's a blackhead (Ah) Need to be Proactive These rap kids need to know the meanin' of what rap is Before they say they rappers I can say I mastered everything they talkin' 'bout And after it's all said and done, you'll see my jersey in the rafters [Chorus: iNTeLL] I said shout out to the west side But I'm from the east side (Okay) And you know that we ride (Okay) Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Yeah) Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do I said shout out to the west side But I'm from the east side And you know that we ride (Yeah) Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Uh huh) Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline (Where you at?) Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do it in the mean time [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] I'm sorry to keep you waitin' 'cause I've been cultivatin' Thuggish through my duration Doin' public relations Countin' money, doin' TV shows I can't believe he goes underground then mainstream Super supreme and the cream rules everything (Yup) You fools do a lot of talkin' but you never swing And that's on everything See, I'm a king so I look upon my scruples And then pinpoint which one will be my next pupil Concentrated, it's levels and layers Devils and players, Joker's Wild While I'm strokin' her down, we'll be smokin' a pound And we came to par-tay, three the hard way Johnny Blaze, Snoop Dogg and my nephew You can't smoke with us, nigga, we left you In the dust (What?), on the bus (What?) homie, we don't give a fuck (What?) Long Beach, nigga, east side [Chorus: iNTeLL] I said shout out to the west side But I'm from the east side (Okay) And you know that we ride (Okay) Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Yeah) Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do I said shout out to the west side But I'm from the east side And you know that we ride (Yeah) Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Uh huh) Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline (Where you at?) Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do it in the mean time Yonkers[Intro] Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh [Verse 1] Crime scene, coppers and sirens Helicopters and high beams, the tensions is rising Fiends keeping the pipe clean This is what life means, a dollar and a dream Everybody wants nice things The kid was only nineteen, hole in his chest now He's fighting, for his last breath He's seeing death, it's frightening The grip on the ghetto is tightening You try to do the right thing? They do you just like King Now I can hear the night scream, sirens and light beams Popping off bad shots, hitting people that they ain't mean to pop The neighborhood’s in shock, block extremely hot Another Black teen shot, that’s dull routine to cops Make sure they got good grades, work the minimum wage Now he’s laying on that stretcher, with nothing in him to save Keep the ghetto, in whatever ghetto you at Just don’t love the ghetto, cause the ghetto don’t love you back You don’t live until you’ve made your first million And top models wanna have your children I thought I told you Wu Tang is for the children Way before rap moved crack in your building Yeah, now what’s the price of rice in China? These women trying to raise the price on their vagina Me? I’m trying to live the life and get the grind up Like Diddy, but I ain’t trying to give the shine (Shyne) up Poppa, pop-off no question, ya’ll dirty, like it raw, (no protection) When the kid hold court, no objection Meth needed money at the door, no exception I go hard in the paint on a rapper I go harder on a pussy no Viagra You think I’m tripping, ain’t into tricking But I keep a snow bunny in the kitchen I’m the master like Killa The RiddlerIntro: Dead crosswords puzzling your delf See that's what I'm talkin bout When you take the Johnny Blaze And you take that game and you plug that here into Bobby Steels Now, you are playing with power With power With power [Verse One] I got your mind twisted Unrealistic wavelength draining on your brain-strip inflicted Crossword puzzling your delf Questioning your own mental health, yeah, it's like a maze within itself Yeah, Check the grimey, slimey, crimey Crim-inim-inal indivi-dual I be Searching for the Dark Knight Lurking in the shadows of the city, he roll with jiggy My crime committee, robbing every Gotham piggy bank blind Take a journey through the mind of a Riddler [Hook:] Tax free money not a problem A heist to get the ice not a problem A body for a price not a problem It's The Riddler [Verse Two:] Once again it's the mind bender, three-time felony offender Demented, brain cemented, mixed in the blender I lose ya, mass-confusion, question mark clues in What where why whose-it, quiz Time to ask yourself who it is Sheisty P.L.O. underhanded biz, invading brothers wigs Can I live corrupt and bringing all the misery and suffering Pain, you couldn't cure with a Bufferin Rotating, ridiculous, rapid-fire riddles Bat get trapped in the middle of The Riddler [Hook:] Murder for the evil not a problem To the gen there is no sequel not a problem Big up to all my people not a problem It's the Riddler [Verse Three:] Observe if you will I'm in my hide-out in the back of the hill I crack a wall then I caught about a mil Co-defendant Johnny Blaze and Bobby Steels We was blazing hot wheels Turn the corner you can hear the wheels squeal On that ass fast was the Batmobile I could tell by the demon on the grill, this was real Alley-cat screaming, I hit a trash can Garbage everywhere, money flying out the bags and Trying to escape, code nine with the cape Or else he'd be headed upstate, it's The Riddler [Hook:] Talking suicide, not a problem If you're speaking homicide, not a problem You want to talk genocide not a problem That's not a problem, for The Riddler [Outro] Word up, that's no problem Stim-ulim-uli, stim-ulim-uli Feel good don't it And you know it Got the, hotter You're playing... with... power Presidential M.C.[Intro: (kung fu sample) Method Man] *kung fu fighting* Yeah, uh, heheheh (That's Shadowboxing!) Yo... [Method Man] It's that Blackout, spazzed out, G-String divas Leave you assed out, passed out, it's cold Pack your heat up, blow your back out You bad mouth, make 'em all believers Throwing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect either See that cheeba and that hash out (garbage day tomorrow) And I have yet to take that trash out, or emptied this cigar RZA Ra, we amped, eh, Meth is on his job It ain't nothing, like the French say; "que sera sera" So let's move on, until the day we laying in the casket With them suits on, and I'm so cool that hell is only luke warm Been too strong, for too, long, I'll probably die With my boots on, and on my way to cash a coochie coupon You know I'm, proper, don't let them boys confuse you The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo Wu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying Daggers Where the truth aim, flying out the mouth of flying rappers There it is... [Hook: Method Man] Now, ask yourself, is this for real, it can't be My, nigga, if it ain't for real, it ain't me I, elect myself as presidential M.C I, elect myself as presidential M.C Now, ask yourself, why is he so low key Why, is niggas pimpin' when the game chose me I, elect myself as presidential M.C I, elect myself as presidential M.C [Raekwon] Yo, blew 'em and hit 'em, and he went into a spin cycle Out blew his liver, a river flooded, what's happening It's drugs we wanted, gloves buttered, thug coverage This is Fila, white sneaker, Louis Vitton luggage I came, representative huddle, they all love you That W, the legacy of little niggas muggin' you The fuck, what's up with you, yo, you suck, nigga Benches used to pluck niggas, we be on the roof, like "fuck you" Them red beams is coming, losers, got to walk the plank Users, with uzi's on 'em, you move, you getting spanked Shank broilers banked, alcoholics ranked ballers They should call us, I rock mad ice like a walrus The lamesters decided to lure us, we was up in Freedomtown Getting weeded, one Bentley tour bus, you might like the mack and explore dust You can't fuck with all of us, one of us dropped, there's twenty more of us [Hook] [RZA] Peel caps like tangerines, you shook/shake like tamberines Then, jet from the set, in the all black Lamborghin' Nobody seen me, bitch in a tini red bikini Niggas saw her, because they thought they saw a genie Heidi Klum, pussy juicy, fat as a plum Picture on the wall in jail, niggas jerk til they come God gargantuan, large, colossus, bombardment of darts Make your squad, throw tantrums Practice karma sutra on broads, pop bra's Leave birds with permanent scars, and shit like birthmarks Digi bark back at dogs, snatch flies from frogs Blow California chronic to despise the smog This shit I been with biz in the clearing, pigs sharing Got fresh, Wu-Wearing, motherfuckers not caring Then move through your community, with diplomat immunity Move to rep a two or G., shine like fine jewelry [Hook] [Outro: kung fu sample] The Shadow Sword... Shadow Sword... Perfect World[Intro: Method Man] First, they dropped the bomb Then came the disease, then death This our world, your world, my world I like this world! [Verse 1: Method Man] On foreign land keep your toast up, hot rocks Catch a close up, your snot box broke up Land shark tryna post up, reptiles Tryna throw cub with crooked smiles Take your kindness for weakness, they foul New York niggas be loving how the gun talk, "Pow!" Another underboss pull a doublecross Niggas ain't ready for the holocaust here and now Want them games people play, catch these bullets over Broadway 25 to life up in Rahway get caught Look deep into the black thought A holy war is being fought on Allah's court My perfect world (if you will!) [Chorus: Method Man] Mr. Sandman bring 'em a dream Infrared light beams, homicide scene, perfect world By any means get cream Just don't let it come between you and I, seen Everything is everything in this three ringed circus Peoples is swift, tryna work us Lord With Devil worship and satanic verses It takes place in the world perfect, mine and yours [Verse 2: Method Man] Heard when it rains, it pour I came to bring the pain once more Pedal to the floor peep the Jim Crow Law The Big Apple rotten to the core, these niggas want war? (Give 'em war) They scheming and eye-beaming Hitmen like Crying Freeman, they need cleaning Keep it coming 'til they all running, screaming Bloody murder at war with them inner demons, it's going down Invasion USA, spitting rounds If these shells hit the battleground Pave the way for birth of a Generation X Spoken with a project dialect Bomb threat to the airwaves, hit the deck Pressed for time in a world lacking sunshine Got love for my family cause they mine See niggas dying in the streets over petty crime We gon' eat or die trying, got my mind made up Young buck, just don't give a fuck Pressing they luck when they best best to give it up Perfect world, baby, what? Nigga head or gut, them or us Welcome to the dark ages Dirty pages of filth, fine filth flavors Dust to dust and ashes to ashes Life flashes right before his eyes, then he passes [Interlude: Cho-Flo] While the 666 got more tricks than the PD's got bricks From Bloods and Crips to pimps with mints We still licking the scars from whips on slave ships [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] The children are the future And Wu-Tang is for the babies! Grand Prix[Intro] Ah, lord, mm-hmm, yo Get it Twenty five years and we still going Yeah Dame Grease He's a bad boy Look [Verse 1] I'm a smoker (Yeah), weed toker The cola in your coka Losing change up in your sofa I brought change into the culture (Uh) Funny how these pigeons try and change into a vulture You's a poser, wit' pork all on your fork and that ain't kosher No sir, I never put a penny in a loafer For good times up in the ghetto, we had penny and Willona (Uh) You know I stretch a quarter, got a rock 'cause I'm a roller And I'm bolder than a hard rock is 'cause I'm a stoner I need closure (Uh), and you rappers need to wake up And smell the begonias You about to be goners Big shot caller, I'm here to pop them corners Little league ballers could get popped, I warned ya Who put the person in persona, putting hands up on a person Close the curtain on the Rama Pack a Llama, catch me lurking I'm your karma Sleeping on me even worse'll get you murked in your pajamas [Chorus] You can try, but you'll never understand me I plan to give it to you raw, get a plan B Y'all be racing to the cash, that's a Grand Prix I go Ricky Bobby for that bag, that's a guarantee That's a guarantee Ricky Bobby for that bag, that's a guarantee [Verse 2] I'm still working on them commas While the system tryna curve me Ain't no mercy from your honor (Nah) That's the problem, when you coming from the bottom Couldn't even get Bin Laden 'til we voted for Obama (Facts) I ain't a minor, "Teen Spirit" ain't Nirvana Call me pro meth, It's clear this kinda syrup ain't Jemima's Baby mama drama, tryna act like she Madonna Like a virgin, but I'm certain that this person a piranha Man eater, Jeffrey Dahmer If a stray hit a stan and kill a fan that's Katana A rapper getting roasted in a room, that's a sauna Straps in the room, It's Shaolin vs. the Lama Why should I threat when I can promise With that money saved for college You can go and pay me homage (Yeah) If you do the knowledge, you would know this I was solid By the time you check your pockets I already got ya wallet [Chorus] You can try, but you'll never understand me I plan to give it to you raw, get a plan B Y'all be racing to the cash, that's a Grand Prix I go Ricky Bobby for that bag, that's a guarantee Step By Step[Method Man] This goes out To all the big head niggas And all them big head bitches You know my steez-o Yo, yo, yo, yo Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic So you can't see the topic, condition combo Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my pancho Another bad desperado, trapped inbetween The hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback Is when I condemn men, to purgatory Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories In the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner Blood stain on my track record, top gunner [Chorus: Method Man] You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her ("Step in the Arena" sample scratched) Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit [Method Man] Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender No retreat no surrender, head trauma Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section With my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit E Double up dammit, Iron Lung Flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know It's time that I take advantage, take command yo Cops caught me red-handed Blood On the Dance Floor Or was it Michael Jackson Fuck it, time for some action Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening [Chorus: Method Man] You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her ("Step in the Arena" sample scratched) Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit [You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her [Method Man] Before she get her back blown Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin Automate and keep it goin, right and exact Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan Jack Frost, leave em frozen Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision And split decision, tell your old folk And your children what I'm dealin Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers [Chorus: Method Man] You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her ("Step in the Arena" sample scratched) Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit [Outro] This one, is dedicated to my big head niggas And all them big head bitches All them big head bitches Take The Heat[Intro: [?]] Spinning the b-b-beats for the streets It's the Bomb Squad DJ We getting you crunk right now Get down or lay down Take it like a motha fuckin' man [Chorus: [?]] He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough Mr. Pack Your Shit, Mr. Do It To Me Rough Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy [Verse 1: Method Man] Fast women and fast cars A razor blade instead of a tongue, my game sharp We major leaguers, minor leaguers, get out the park Bitches, that wanna back talk, get out and walk I'm too cold, like Iceberg Slim Ya'll see, I'm caked up with icing Rolling on dubs, thug for lifing, never trifling And I ain't never met a piece of pussy I ain't liking I'm too piping, hot, front, you get got, kid Don't get too close, because you might get shot [Chorus: [?]] He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough Mr. Pack Your Shit, Mr. Do It To Me Rough Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy [Verse 2: Method Man] Okay, come out and play Ya'll clowns Need to get down, or get out the way I'm a live round, shot to your head by Doc Dre Ain't too long, ya'll gon' live on consignment and not pay This is everyday, life of the kid, fuck who it is I'm gon' live like a true bad boy, and do it big And I could take it, it's just as good as I get And ya'll ain't gotta ask, dead rapper your ass, kid Who anti-everything, ya'll niggas is for Who eat up everything on his plate, then eat yours Ain't got no table manners at all, I'm off the wall Like I'm MJ, jerking myself, scream at your frog And bitches wanna give us the drawers, cuz who we are The same bitch'll sugared your tank and key your car The life of a player and pimp, who every dollar, tax exempt Pussy paying the rent, now who I'm is? [Chorus: [?]] He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough Mr. Pack Your Shit, Mr. Do It To Me Rough Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy [Verse 3: [?]] Oh I'm a bad boy, fast cars, hot women The lifestyle, accustomed to winning Bitch, your chrome is spinning, tinted windows But still, you're jailed from the head bopping gangsta lean You'se a bad boy, champagne, diamond studded events Red carpet rollout, pulling up in a Bent' And the crowd, they taking pictures It's hard to tell, if a flash went off Or you was blinded by the riches Baby Come On[Intro: Method Man] Uh.. that's right, oh yeah Back with some nasty shit, right there Nasty, nasty, girl, nasty girl, baby come on Think you a nasty girl, yea [Method Man] Pretty young thing like to bone And she hate to spend her nights alone, baby doll you in the zone Why not call me on the phone, and invite me home Come on, now, baby, come on-on Know what I mean, take a real queen to fuck with me Trustin' me, and give it up for free Next time, feel free to hit me up, anything you wanna puff a tree Come on, now, baby, come on-on Whats shaking yo, stop stallin', what you waitin' for? You know we both ain't got no place to go So roll it up, and lay low Everytime I say, yes, baby, you say no Come on, now, baby, come on-on Now-now, now-now-now, you don't have to stay It's ok, there's the dough, you can walk away, why make we wait Til tomorrow, when you can break me off today Come on, now, baby, come on-on [Hook: Kardinal Offishall] Yeah! Gal dem we love, and gal we need She crush up me things and light me weed We see dem shotgun, and watch me speed Me need a pringy one or pon we need it Gal dem we *ugh*, and gal we screw When we need the girl, up one night po' half me crew And lick on my collection, and what to do Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh! [Method Man] I won't lie, I love P-U-S-S-Y, (why?) Cuz I never let it walk on by, or any slice of the american pie Come on, now, baby, come on-on Girlfriend, you know it's half past two A.M You got a friend, but you ain't really trynna fuck with him Aight, then, hit up Batty, I'll gladly come and tuck you in Come on, now, baby, come on-on Scream at your frog, all's fair, love & basketball She remind me of this chick that used to fuck with Dirty Bastard, ya'll Heard that she could suck a ball through a plastic straw Come on, now, baby, come on-on Know what I'm sayin', kid, she get it poppin' off and half the time A little, candlelight, a little glass of wine I'm thinkin', another drink and that ass is mine Come on, now, baby, come on-on [Hook] [Method Man] If you girl come knockin' at my door, it's my duty To give her what she came here for I'm try'nna knock it down, but I ain't try'nna claim that dough Come on, now, baby, come on-on That's what's up, start the fire, Buddha, light things up The only nigga puttin' ends on some rims for his ice cream truck Pick a flavor, I'll come and scoop your whole team up Come on, now, baby, come on-on That's how it be, don't trip, but girl you put a hurtin' on me Oh shit, hope other chicks don't take it personally But ma, you killin' her, murder in the first degree Come on, now, baby, come on-on Okay, okay, can the ladies come out and play with Mr. Meth I ain't trynna take you out your way Why break me off tomorrow, when you can break me off today Come on, now... [Hook] [Outro: Method Man] Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Big up to, super producer, Fafu, one love to Kardinal Offishall And the whole T-Dot, oh! Torture[Intro] You know? Through being humbles True Mast' on the track Like that, you know? Been in this rap game for like the past.. Four bullets now, you know? Doing bids, yeah-yeah I done peeped a lot of cats come through Courageous cats, stray cats, ha-ha Top cats with top hats, you know what I'm saying? But it all boils down to this, we talking lyrics Rhymes, line for line, numero uno Who the best? I don't know Check it [Verse 1] Flame on, I rain fire when Johnny Storm I'm shocking like live wire, you have been warned I prolong this next chamber to make it strong And prove all them doubters wrong Killin 'Em Softly with this song, adding on Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons On my shift, shooting that gift, knowin' he snitched On the telethon, running his lips, sinking the ship Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him And now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em Send him to his final resting Back to the essence, Faces of Death, the final lesson [Chorus] Torture, torture, torture Motherfucking torture, y'all niggas know [Verse 2] Who got John Blaze shit? Sucking my dick to get famous So I switched Blaze to Dangerous Welcome to my torture chambers, torture chambers Where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me? I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me Keep your enemies close and your heat closer I slam just like my culture on all theories Dead that, straight off the meat rack with this one You get burned playing Nix-on, Hot biscuit Stand back, don't make me spit one and paint pictures On the walls of your mental with hot lead from out these pencils Iron Lung since I was young and not knowing Where the next meal was coming from, been troublesome To all those posing a threat If I go, everybody got to go next, y'all niggas know The code of the street soldier, I'm watching time And time watching me colder, Grim Reaper Breathing death on my shoulder Waiting for the day to take me over, take me over [Chorus] Torture, torture, torture Motherfucking torture, y'all niggas know [Verse 3] That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me Still tryna fuck my ho, Johnny-come-latelies? Got me in a world of shit and now I'm pissed Mama said there'd be days like this This the season for ducks and my pen's bleeding Leaving kids barely breathing for sneak-thieving Famished from lack of eating and lack of teaching Banished from Rhyme & Reason for high treason Can it be, that the kid with the knock knees Got G to make a grown man cop plea, for this track I got a Lovebug like Starski Blow back until I drop Tical Part 3 Ain't no stopping when you start me, John Jay Pulling your card, mayday mayday, niggas owe they life to God And now it's payday, take it how ya wanna take it Fully clothed or butt-naked, I learned the hard way Ain't nothing sacred in this world, time to face it Johnny Basic Instinct, I'm sure to make it While others fake it, fuck the spotlight, G-O-D already got light Say what you like, just spell my name right No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish Cake niggas, keep my dick up out your mouth [Chorus] Torture, torture, torture Motherfucking torture, y'all niggas know Dangerous Grounds[Method Man] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo All them real live motherfuckin niggas step up front right now It's goin down One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby Shaolin what? Come on, come on, HA! [Verse 1: Method Man] Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my brethren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is this thing on? Send 'em to the children of the corn we the people See, niggas through the eye of the demon My lethal injection, destroyin evil Hot Nikkel what, private eye one pistol Aiming at your brain tissue, do or die Said the spider to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?" Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten In the rotten apple I kick dirt on your sand castle Check the flavor all natural [Method Man (Streetlife)] (Beat your feet) Hot Niks son (Heat-mizer) Before you get the main course (Taste a appetizer) [Verse 2: Method Man] Submerged in the word Heavy headed verbal that smack you Mentally disturb you, attack you Thirty-six chamb' once again comin at you Young gun got the body snatch you observe Wise words you can only see through the third I fall way beyond the norm on the verb Shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on Track yellin at me get yo arrow god Victory is hard, regardless to whom or what They all movin targets Allah Runnin through your house and your block party, with rap shotty And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards Couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly Dumb deaf and blind is it I kick the spine out the battery backs Fuckin with mine keep it movin [Interlude: Method Man] Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings) What the fuck? Peace - who this? [Verse 3: Streetlife] Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin line Deep Space Nine Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse Body-surf on the verse head first Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you down with the heat And you spazzed out spittin out teeth ain't nothing peace Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid 50 men convoy, expensive where's the big toy Rumble through the wasteland right hand's on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide mission Crime vision finger itching from a scope-view position Dangerous ground Tre' pound seven spin around for my brethren the cloud comes down [Verse 4: Method Man] Yo, keep your eyes open Love potion number nine poetry in motion Knowledge me the seventh sign Scopin, connivin, infiltrate is most of mine Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine Push and get shoved what the fuck Gods thinkin of Comin in the club wit that screwface, actin up Is we men or mice, bad moon risin We wild for the night Kill a schizophrenic nigga twice cuz-o That's what happened when frontin on the Shaol' borough Island of Staten we in here no fear Assault wit intent To kill your whole regiment it's real Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun Tear apart son - you don't want it then don't start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly Handle my B-I camouflage like G.I Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life that's the life Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle (Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh) Dangerous ground tre' pound seven spin around For my brethren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief Motherfucker The Motto[Intro: Method Man] My niggas, how we do it? You know it like a poet, baby doll Break through it, you know it like a poet, baby doll I spit, chew it, you know it like a poet, baby doll Get in the music, you know it like a poet, baby doll [Method Man] If you don't know, you better, ask somebody who I be On land, air, or sea, I don't need No I.D Once again, let's get under their skins like I.V.'s Or Roman numerals fours (IV's) who we doin' the score I got a shoe in the door, nothin' new anymore Ya'll got love for me? I got love for you and yours Tical Part 0, my friend, rappers is fightin' Like Tyson, when nothin' else work y'all start bitin' My shit, and his shit, I'm hopin' it end I live my life like a lotto ticket, hopin' it win Purple haze got me chokin' again, open again I'm what's crackin', like your mamma smokin' again [Hook: Method Man] If you see a model, then you might see me follow Rubbin' her thighs like Aladdin rub the Genie bottle Back for another swallow, Method, you know my motto: "Ya'll might just win today, but I'll be back tomorrow" [Method Man] Ya'll tryin' to get me started Who on the short yellow bus tryin' to get retarded? Kid don't be the artist, formerly known as artist Jump off a skyscraper, the roof who hit the hardest Where the bastards at and where they habitats? I send they asses back to foldin' sweaters at the Gap I like Nikes, food spicy, I'm a Pisces That's why women love me and any nigga that's like me Thoroughbread, I'm with gettin' this dough instead Need a ho, like I need another hole in the head Lord help me, I'm crackin' the safe, pocket like 'Face Mighty Healthy, you know I'm the shit, soon as you smelt me [Hook] [Method Man] For what it's worth, the early bird sit at the table and eat first My niggas need work, mami buggin', rippin' my t-shirt We can kick it until our feet hurt Mothers warn your daughters 'bout this tall drink of water Spoiler, waiter give her anything she order on the menu Method Man, live at your venue Smokin' it, jumpin' off the dick, like he mental Kid, I got a murder rap, and my head is simple Open up the pussy, put the lead in the pencils And people sayin' Wu gon' break up, ya'll We got y'all numbers, it's time ya'll got your wake up calls, and.. [Hook 2X] They Say[Verse 1: Method Man] Damn, I hate it when it rain Ever since I came in the game Some hated on the fame A lot of niggas done changed And started actin' strange Even labels turning they backs And started backing lames Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin' These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live It lives in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep R.I.P., make me the king of all I see And when death call I'm good I got call ID See it was clan in the front, now they just gon' front Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't bump Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill When in fact they all been programmed And lost they feel, fo' real [Hook: Lauryn Hill] They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say [Verse 2: CL Smooth] Like I'm givin you your last rites, when you see my face All you're lookin at is stars and stripes With three-fourths of the drug law So now you know why we build with bricks, they build with straw Against the mark of the beast Cause sometimes men must fight wars to truly have peace Hear to conquer valleys of foreign soil 'til you show me all your hidden weapons and fields of oil I'm sendin in troops, heavy press want the inside scoop I'm like mums the word up in this coop - oversee that God When they move that quick Admire my swag to use it as a measuring stick I paid my dues, why we can't lose, plus I refuse To let 'em stagnate the growth of my blues The pattern of me is sign no statements, cop no plea In what can only be American Me [Hook] [Verse 3: Method Man] Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill Often so hungry that they have to steal If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve And here's three words: stop working mine It take a lot more to hurt my pride Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga The last album wasn't feeling my style This time my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do But somehow yall find someway to give a whack review It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood Come on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines [Hook] [Boondocks Sample] I'm gonna take you down Unless I take you down first "Unless I take you down first" Is that the best you can do? Shut up, punk! Talk Dirty[Intro: Method Man] Smoking, choking up in this bitch Mr Meth, DJ Lethal collaboration Oh yeah, oh yeah, it goes like this, check it out, check it out Yo, yo, yo [Method Man] Guess who's coming to dinner, put up or shut up Sit on your ego, when I'm fed up, should of never ended The missintentions of a Meth Man I'm sorta like a CEO from Def Jam, minus the 'yes men' I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill I spit things, pop out my neck like shark gill Live evil, DJ Lethal if you will My kin's in the kitchen, I got for the kill I'm like that, beyond "thunderdome", Mad Max Like I'm pissed off, busting on a urinery track Infection, it burns, anyone that step in my direction Time to count your money, and your blessings [Chorus: Method Man] They like it, when he talk dirty like that They like it, when he talk dirty like that Opposites attract, time to face facts When you bite me, I bite back Now everybody wanna talk about, hip hop, hop music Talk about, hip hop, hop music Talk about, hip hop, hop music Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop music [Method Man] It's that state of the art, shit, business man Formerly known as the artist If ya'll ain't with me, then forget me Cuz if I go broke, nothing gon' fix me Except crispy, hundred dollar bills and fifties Here's the main course, indeed, bringing it often The starving for attention M.C.'s, stomachs is talking About these New York'ns, witty Who that got appettite for hot scorching plates Make Little Annie Orphan Sorta like Kurt Cobain, blowin' his brains With these lyrics, and funk that 'smells like teen spirit' Lookin' high, but hold up, look in they eye And you see crook, coming from that Crooked Letter I [Chorus] [Method Man] Now gag yourself wit the spoon Tical 0: Dj Lethal, this coming soon Jo Lethal, I'd rather play the odds, fuck equals Besides, that's the sugar soften tooth to the people All my people, up til now, you heard it all And ya'll trying to shit on my lawn, curb your dog Know just where to find him, at four twenty, son But the Meth ain't gon' hit ya til 4:21 Now that's game, can't call it, can't complain Just do the damn thing, like Nike shoe campaign Yeah, boo, I hit you with a backstage pass As long as you know, you giving up some backstage(ass) (Chorus) The Show[Intro: sample] "Wanna see the world, ain't scared to do it Even if, your shocked by it Me and you, lost when you do it By myself, better off bein' you" [Intro: Method Man] Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that A.K Northern lights, yeah.. stick 'em! Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better Known as the crooked letter I Come on! Self Service [Method Man] Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn Back in this bitch, class dismissed, it's the return Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn Your only as good as your last hit Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets Till you blasted, the outcome, ashes to ashes We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound You either up or down, don't get that ass kicked Ya'll niggas fuck around, y'all only tough around The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kicked What part of the game is this? I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to bitch, nigga So, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip, nigga Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk Then daddy might get him some tonight Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty Across your face swiftly, my after taste shitty Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties And I ain't even got to say my name I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick" You think it's all a game, like pussy all the same I'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fame It's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie That like to pop snoopy, think she gon' pop coochie Just cuz you got Gucci, don't mean you not hoochie Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N Ain't no other kids eatin' till I feed my kids Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister, I can't do nothin' wit you My money's celebate, honey, and we ain't fuckin' wit you I do it for the nookie, some say I'm too pushy Only thing better than pussy, that's some new pussy There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even With niggas so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely evening [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, that's it Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthafuckin' building Wild Cats[Intro: Method Man & Redman] We in the lab smokin' that good-good Doin' everything hood-hood Hey, man, let me get some weed, nigga Like we should-should Woo Arrh-arrh-arrh-arhh I don't think they ready for this Wild cats Boom boom Meth Lab, second season This how you make a song nigga Ayy, ayy [Verse 1: Method Man] Key to my city, my G is tricky, my tree is sticky Stairway is pissy, the crown they give me don't even fit me (Huh) King me, it's risky, if jiggy get me, I plead the fiffy They'll never snitch me, judge'll convict me, so just acquit me The fuzz against me, I'm butter-slippery, they think I'm shifty Zero to sixty, it's just a quickie, you blink, you miss me I'm just a fishy, got my bread and my chedda crispy My queen prissy, I kill her dead if she ever quit me These hoes only look good when tipsy, they said I'm picky, that's perfect You done scratched the surface, go 'head and sniff me I'm pushin' fifty, can't find your woman? She pushin' wit' me Was pushin' lifty, the family business was pushin' piffy That pusher in me, I did it gritty, no pretty in me I'm pretty trendy, I had to spend me a pretty penny One outta many, last to fend me, too many envy Don't gimmie-gimmie I do it dirty, no shimmy-shimmy [Verse 2: Hanz On] It's Hanz-arello but you can 'em Shameek from Belly Method giselle, we comin' out, we gon' catch a felly About the jelly, the P-L-O what we call the deli The Lab we smelly, could smell it all in your Pelle Pelle (Woo) Barq or Cola like refrigerators but ain't no Perry Careful fuckin' with regulators across the ferry It's necessary, I gotta bury my adversary These niggas scary, we commandeering this commissary This shit is manly, a little somethin', so don't get weary Wild cats from Missouri, I be your judge and jury I love a girly who get it poppin', you'll feel the fury We tellin' Siri to call the pigs to come get near me (C'mon) Hit a killer to be a killer but ain't no skelly Pissin' on 'em, we shittin' on 'em, but no R. Kelly Speakin' country to country, grammar, but ain't no Nelly Once upon a- from Shaolin wit' no Shkreli [Chorus: Redman, Streetlife & Method Man] Yow, We them wild cats You don't want that dope, we keep slangin' 'til it's right on your Coach, come on Where the Bricks & Staten Isle at? I got 'em right in my scope, leave 'em dead 'til I turn 'em ghosts, you know? Yow, we them wild cats You don't want that smoke, we ain't rich, so we goin' for broke, nigga Where the Bricks & Staten Isle at? We fittin' to go at they throats You must be a kiddin' tryna go with at the goats Come on [Verse 3: Redman] Yo, when I ain't sober, I'm bi-polar, invite me over Doc be dumpin' his ashes in your baby stroller When I was young I ate paint, lead, with quarter waters Now Red red linin' the Range Rover motor I smoke west of the border, your bud outta order I go apeshit, I'm a Caesar with a little Koba Tell your boss I'm the opposite of a Trump voter Yo dude, this wild cat not from Villanova I'm in the cut, like a buck fifty, I Tony Toka Your side piece, I'ma poke her and then I adios her My hood house on the block, we real estate brokers We make it sound like Forth of July in October The Bricks, Tommy Motolla, yeah, I'm a high-roller I write the crack that'll bring back Lamar Odom That girl got good brains, I know she got diplomas She fuckin' with a Goodfella, Ray Liotta [Verse 4: Streetlife] I'm kind of a big deal, I'm from the killin' hill You shackin' a fool, barbeque chicken on the grill I'm not your run of the mill, so play your peep skills I hope your girl's on the pill 'cause she's a cheap thrill We shoot to kill, blood spill for that dollar bill Your body parts'll be landfilled in Potter's Field You ain't really real, you bust when pressure build Like steel water in pipes when the winter chill My Louieville slugger, I call it Lucille See Lucy Lou, you like Kill Bill, the kid's ill The doc fillet 'em like veal, you see his last meal Your brains spill on your duck bill when caps peeled Might rupture my Achille heel chasin' this hunnid mills Streetlife, I'm hard to kill, call me the man of steel Real recognize real, I got mass appeal You Massengil, you all ass like Tip Drill [Chorus: Redman, Streetlife & Method Man] Yow, We them wild cats You don't want that dope, we keep slangin' 'til it's right on your Coach, come on Where the Bricks & Staten Isle at? I got 'em right in my scope, leave 'em dead 'til I turn 'em ghosts, you know? Yow, we them wild cats You don't want that smoke, we ain't rich, so we goin' for broke, nigga Where the Bricks & Staten Isle at? We fittin' to go at they throats You must be a kiddin' tryna go at the goats Come on Spazzola[Intro] [Method] Uhh [M. Killa] Deadly melody part two [Method] That's my word! It ain't safe no more... bitch! [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Yo, yo Brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal Hour of assassination be upon you Movin with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot Red the head in, dapple light centered East remains hot with police But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic Extended clip rewind, bust mine Anytime you reveal your snakeish ways and actions Observe the magnetic attraction [Pre-Chorus: Method Man] And it's time for some grid... [Verse 2: Street Life] ...iron rap, action-packed grudge match Tough act to follow, hard copy novel Throw you off the Verrazano We swimmin with these sharks, yo I rate bodyguard Stamp my initial in your birthmark P.L.O., bust like a calico, tally ho Black expo, Tecs in afros, we back yo It's Dolemite, crash your windpipe, with the mic device Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot out the street lights [Verse 3: Method Man] Sight beyond sight, late night, city light Tight like a virgin, mergin with my A-Alikes Splurgin, dirty to the grain, no detergent Filthy, innocent until I'm proven guilty Submergin, deeper in the lecture I'm servin Truth or consequences, life or death sentence I'm hurtin, your person, I'm certain, it's curtains [Chorus: Method Man] It ain't nuttin like hip-hop music You like it cause you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lot of sucker MC's misuse it Don't think that Wu can't lose it Too much to gain to abuse it The name of the game is rapture This one is complete, it captures bass [Verse 4: Inspektah Deck] Yo, I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlar, 9 Glocks Technique of rhyme pop machine gun ammo Sporadic flow buckled a foe, intro to outro Calico, throw verse, but slide my dough first I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go bezerk From the Shao' borough, whylin out on the furlow Commando, styles thorough, solo inferno It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees Heads are underseas down to the youngest seeds Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze Hundred G's for the Garden, them fans stampede For the top cats, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast Equipped to perform the task S-I-N-Y, and what, head or gut The head rush, will cause your cerebellum to bust [Verse 5: Killa Sin] We be the world's most fabulous Hazardous, to fuck with these ravenous Killers get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets Extravagant, je-wel drop a helicopter high Up into the sky, lines philosiphize, I got stocks to buy Watch my pockets rise, to the bottom bust confide in God In Sin I trust, the villianous, criminal minded killers rust I intend to build and fortify in men Mastermind rhymin, navigate the globe then retire quick [Verse 6: Raekwon] Aiyyo fluid rap bend through it black, buluga black Ac' Tackle that, ghetto tabernackles throw it in your lap Slang A-K, national, geographical Mathematical, slide up in your work casual Nike Air Dog, who wear it all, plus down to brawl All a thousand with a bloody hair, flammable Rap mayors, who clap Himalayas pinky fingers Ever glacer, lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers Sly-workin, network berzerk, mad hurtin Killer whales, fucking up sales, crash Bloomingdales Masqevendo, John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo Fuck y'all niggas carve my ice through your Benz window *door creaking open* *gunshots followed by a car alarm* [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] Uhh.. Spazz-Ola.. (Spazz-Ola) S-I-N-Y 10304 Lock your doors Crack your jaws Drop your drawers It's all day everyday with this rap soufflé Even If[Intro: Method Man] Yo, c’mon! [Verse 1: Method Man] Even if I died a thousand deaths, when I resurrect I’ll still be Meth, the jams will still be def I’m here, me and this mic-phone, we here And ain’t tryin’ to hear nothin’ cuz we had it up to here Lyrics have no dress code, from KRS to Depeche Mode Kid I’m so cool you catch cold At the jump off, it’s about to jump off My niggas speak with they hands or the gun talk Yo RZA, we got the Clan in the front and police At the door, every exit is laced with C-4 About to blow, life trial I’m passed out MC’s is like bitches in thongs – they assed out But me, the M-E-T-H- the O-D Just too real, I can’t be touched and can’t feel The monotony in rap, take a picture of my nut sack Carbon copy that and send your crew a fax, motherfucker [Chorus: Method Man, (Streetlife)] New and improved Wu-Tang style Turn it up now, y’all done fucked up now (Spit flames) Five mics (Peep game) On site (Bring the pain) All night (Off the chain) Damn right! [Scratches: DJ Ty Boogie] “It’s the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth” “Tical-lion, hmm” [Interlude: Method Man] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c’mon! [Verse 2: Method Man] Even if I died a thousand deaths, when I resurrect Through my first born, my name lives on My words is like a third degree to young emcees Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees John Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots Ace up my sleeve, bake up pies in pots So this is what it’s come to (Huh?) Lickin’ shots at them kids that used to punk you (Huh?) Repetitious rap shit, don’t get no air play in my whip And niggas can’t smoke wit’ dry lips so chapped Bite my shit, I’m like Kojack to get my flow back In fo’ flat, I track you down like a low jack Spy verse spy, eye for an eye can I Penalize the uncivilized, make ’em civilized You know right from wrong, so know I’m the bomb Who don’t beef for beats, see the tracks on my arm, motherfucker [Chorus: Method Man, (Streetlife)] New and improved Wu-Tang style Turn it up now, y’all done fucked up now (Spit flames) Five mics (Peep game) On site (Bring the pain) All night (Off the chain) Damn right! [Scratches: DJ Ty Boogie] “It’s the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth” “Tical-lion, hmm” [Outro: Method Man & DJ Ty Boogie] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c’mon! “It’s the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth” “Tical-lion, hmm” “It’s the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth” “Tical-lion, hmm” “It’s the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth” “Tical-lion, hmm” Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c’mon! Konichiwa Bitches[Hook 2X: GZA sample] "Konichiwa bitches" [Method Man] What up, what up, these niggas suck They can't hold a fort, better hold that thought, B If I can't get it off, see my attitude is MSG Fuck it, I'm salty, the game been loss me Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting like I'm past my prime Hey Carlton Fisk, nigga, pass the nine, who wanna cross me, now? And put my body in the lost and found You with the business, then bust off a round It's like the passions of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice And the audacity for having that life, while niggas starving & shit The main reason they be robbing and shit The same reason you've been targeted bitch (these niggas must of forgot) The thin line between a ho and a trick Give 'em the clip between the four and the fifth (yea, motherfucker I'm high) There I go again, blowing a spliff When I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a kiss (konichiwa bitches) [Hook: Method Man] N.Y.C., is all I see O.D.B., nigga, R.I.P. (konichiwa bitches) This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C You want it all, well then y'all like me (konichiwa bitches) Come on, come on, I think they playing my song I came to blow them out the frame, and I'm gone (konichiwa bitches) M-E-T, to the H-O-D Why motherfuckers wanna hate on me? (konichiwa bitches) [Method Man] For every rhyme, there's a hair on my chest Scared of the Man, you should be scared of the Meth Now every jam that I drop, is homicidal, that could dare to be done There's no survival, now who care to be next? (if you don't know me by now) Know where the borough is, doing it for The most thoroughest, you doing the most, pa The French call it Faux Pas when fucking with son, the odds a hundred to none Too many flavors, y'all ain't fucking with one It's getting deep, see the plot thicker No place to be, if you bi-atch, nigga Outside the Clan, we always got RZA I put it down, like I don't give a One in the head, I bet he don't get up, we drinking malt liquor Out of your Benz, just to talk slicker Then paint a scene that you can all picture You going in? Well, let me walk with cha It's Method Man, but for short Mr., Mef (konichiwa bitches) [Hook] [Hook 4X] 2 Minutes of Your Time[Verse 1: Method Man] I wrote this verse on the 25th But half a y’all just ain't gon get it till the 26th I’m here to analyze ya shooter Like I’m Kenny Smith But I ain’t Kenny Kenny can shoot it But can he spit? This ain’t for morons Hashtag NEW Yiddi trick, and oxymorons Fat broads who skinny dip The War Report on Better come with your sword on I hit ya with that Cee-Lo Green You know that short arm The people caught on (wait) I meant to say the People’s Court on (wait) For the record I hope record on (brake) Before I wreck it Too many styles to go on Wu-Tang is for the children Go get ya child support on [Verse 2: Method Man] I ain’t tryna bring the city back And all that pretty boy rap Ain’t where I’m really at Besides rappers don’t really ride They piggy back - I’ll trade them all To have 2Pac & Biggie back Facts. Don’t give me dap Don’t want your pity want Fifty Fifty Just give me that Want every penny both Hanz on How many that? A black president White house, what's really rap? We not so friendly at my house (clicky clack) If necessary, pet cemetery, ya kitty cat – Won’t let em eat Cause my other problems too many rats Ya boy a beast on this mic Jack Da ratchet tryna peel (pill) ya like Mike Jack Call that thriller a nite cap Take a moment to suck it up But make it brief nobody cared if ya cow died Don’t make it beef Rap game we own it We really in these streets You rap lames is homeless You really in the streets [Verse 3: Method Man] I ain’t tryna bring the city back And all that pretty boy rap Ain’t where I’m really at Really how sillys that? Besides rappers don’t really Ride they piggy back I’ll trade them all To have 2Pac & Biggie back Intelligent Meth[Intro: iNTeLL] Yeah, yeah A-yo, a-yo The I-N-T-E-double-L [Verse 1: iNTeLL] It’s like I’m trapped inside a cage I can’t explain this type of rage It’s not a moment or a phase But possibly the end of days Watch as I stand up on the stage Not as an artist but a slave Deep inside my subconscious My music keeping me sane They say it’s levels to the shit, I say it’s levels to your brain You can’t acquire the higher, you’ll always remain the same Regardless of all the money and bitches yanking your chain What good is a private plane to a man who can’t walk the plains Hip-hop is now gen-pop, populated with lames Attacking you with these frequencies meant to destroy your brain I’m fitting to go supernova expose em to super-flames Soon as I pick these locks on these psychological chains The answer is in the question the question comes from the pain And the pain is just electrical signals sent to my brain But the brain is just a box where information remains As I try to remain a soldier, the voice in my head explains [Verse 2: Method Man] I’m still shadowboxing lungs and oxygen This an icebreaker, no bubblegum was popping Another hot concoction trick, ya might need amoxicillin The kid’s too sick, you're gonna need shots to kill em My method is ill, Doc admit him When I see you, ICU can get em Your boy give em bars until the judge acquit him The court can’t convict him or find the gloves to fit him That’s OJ, I mean OK, I mean, I’m not kidding, no play Jealous ones still envy, that’s Jose Peace to Cartagena, I flow hey But I don’t speak Spanish, yo no se I’m a seasoned veteran, obey Obtain a freestyle, it’s cold pay The old me, resort to my old ways My old man was stuck in his old days Still he wanna blaze like John but rapping ain’t in his forte [Hook: Method Man] Look how we did it to ya Y’all just don’t get it do you? Special deliver to ya This is how we give it to you I'mma get it to ya (x4) What rapper spit it truer? But they don’t live it, do ya? My shooter cock the Ruger This is how we get it to you I'mma get it to ya (RAW) I'mma get it to ya(RAW) I'mma get it to ya (RAW) I'mma get it to ya (RAW) [Verse 3: Masta Killa] It was only the elite who could walk these streets With jewels and not get stuck, niggas didn’t give a fuck Real G’s know I’m talking about Taking what you making, stripping what you wearing Caring about nothing Gun barrel in your face, cold steel on your cheek This is how we meet and greet, enemy across the street Leaning on his Rover jeeps, smiling, showing all our teeth Seeking son in my hood, it ain’t all sweet And you haven’t earned the respect Of those who come, creep and take money So you just food that niggas come eat And they don’t get no chain back You might see em rocking that Fuck you looking at? Problem needs solving You see that big 357 thing revolving…revolving [Verse 4: Streetlife] Yeah, you niggas ain’t street, my money talks word of mouth I figured you out the life I live, you’re not about Price on your head, I’m taking cash advances I’ll take my chances, then deal with the circumstances Livin’ off the land like a land shark I’m on the lamb like the gyro with the white sauce Idle times a devil playground, make moves Watch me kill your whole vibes, crush groove Hands high, say hello to my little friend Point the finger at the bad guy, it’s me again Who are they to criticize me? I do it like a G I’m a nigga from the motherfucking streets Throw me in the fire, watch me bubble I was built for the struggle, my knees never buckle [Hook: Method Man] Look how we did it to ya Y’all just don’t get it do you? Special deliver to ya This is how we give it to you I'mma get it to ya (x4) What rapper spit it truer? But they don’t live it, do ya? My shooter cock the Ruger This is how we get it to you I'mma get it to ya (RAW) I'mma get it to ya (RAW) I'mma get it to ya (RAW) I'mma get it to ya (RAW) Bulworth (They Talk About It While We Live It)[Intro: Prodigy] Aiyyo, word up Dunn These niggas making me laugh, yo Gotta be more to it than this, word up *Doing an impression of Scarface* This what it's all about Dunn? Uh? Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking (Can't understand) Whattup, I don't know baby Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up I'm tellin you right now I know this shit though, aiyyo [Verse 1: Prodigy] Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin to Absorb my energy, knowin it's the strength of me Take a few to give me a edge My green light shine bright, Kryptonite type Fully operational, my physical cream Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a magazine Popped it inside the AR-15 Put it aside, round up the regime While you rely on religion, I hold a nine On the mission, to pull fire on your opposition Revelation was the vision of this Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit My story goes back to the Mars Pyramids I've seen things that you won't believe exist You's a luna-tic, suspended in time, Dunn The secondary light got your mind You rock the fatigues, to squabble 'til [?] popular [?] guns But are you really prepared, for the things to come? [Verse 2: KRS-One] Check it out True underground sound from the Boogie Down Uptown Downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces Calling out these racists, at Rolling Stone Spin Details and other places, KRS is The Source Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off course You'll print about Black Mayors, Black Senators Why you ain't got no Black Editors? Everytime I do an interview in Rolling Stone They sendin me a writer that look like he's Home Alone Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone This has got to stop -- your whole spot Is blown sky high, battle why try? My view is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye You don't understand, why you're publically banned Until you recognize the writing skills of a black man Black Editor, all of us ain't thuggin Gossiping over who's homosexual Some of us are Black Intellectuals, up in Harlem World You can't get with me, so now in Midtown You wanna stop and talk to me? Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication? Look I'm burnin this [Verse 3: Method Man] How many didn't want to see it happen Street moves, live from Staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin Hate to see a brother do good through legal action So you sabotage and throw a Def in the Squad Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashin These Dark Soul Assassins, Jake's hate the Gods with a passion So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion Pedal to the floor -- peep the Jim Crow law, mind control theory Y'all niggas don't hear me, Generation Next Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie Is reality the truth, the whole truth and Nothin but the truth, taste is the proof These niggas want the Juice, and in the crossfire Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they shoot [Verse 4: KAM] What kind of party is this, it's that political kind Where America's best, most hypocritical minds Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind And for the right dollar sign, do white collar crime Behind suits, and clean shaves I confuse em and use em as tools and slaves Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations -- I robs the damn nation So I can live in luxury, you fucks with me You marryin the dirt and I'mma throw in the tux for free I tell the people what they wanna hear I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year So when the coast is clear, I stop duckin And start back doin dope, cussin and fuckin I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks That's my style, my pol-i-tricks Triple-Six convicts, lyin is automatic In the government, Republican or Democratic Fuck Freedom, Justice and Equality Nigga just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy Two More Mins[Intro] Ugh Hah Whoa Yeah Meth Lab 2 Let's go Hah Look [Verse] I'm underrated, no attention from under payment I undertake 'em where underground is an understatement These underages ain't understandin' I'm undegraded Under my status, you'll see my picture, right, I'm the greatest I'm compenstated, one composition, it's complicated My competition, number two, but it's constipated This unconditional, unconventional condemnation It's to convince you to find your way out the conversation I'm so amazin', break fast when most waitin' The beef bakin', eggs is runny, my toast raisin' Suppose I blaze 'em A lot of haters and most hate 'em Ain't gotta name 'em or name the city that don't claim 'em And I don't blame 'em, ultimately there's ultimatum It's all verbatim, these rappers finished before I say 'em Before the mayhem, there was Method, see mother made 'em But mother F 'em in every method his mother gave 'em So many rappers to kill, where did the time go? Might even be a friend of the family but you ain't mine, though Choppa to the side of ya top, it'll let your mind go Don't test that Big Poppa that you ain't Ready To Die for Die hoe, it's Snow White sniffin', I kill you, heigh ho Unless you're one of Destiny's Children, you won't survive, hoe So many rappers to kill, where did the time go? Might even be a friend of the family but you ain't- Yo, look, who sippin' bones made from tiger? Robbin' that vagina like the dream was made in China Hard timer, son could be the shooter and the driver Off the rack, find her like you see no Future in Desiigner No disprect to either, I'ma rhymer Give Aretha to Obama Got a problem? give 'em Ether I'm tryna smash once, you could keep her I gave that trick the thumb, "bye Felicia" My Method just as blunt as my Cohiba [Outro] Two more minutes Done Killing the Game[Verse 1: Pretty Blanco] Yeah, nah, nah You ain't never run into a goonie in the boonies, better hope I let my toolie out (Huh) But I ain't never lackin', boy, you actin' when I catch you up in traffic, I'ma put one in your dome (Pop pop) 'Cause the day I lost my brother, I was sittin' with my mother and she told me I would never be alone (Yeah) So I grabbed that four-five, why should homie be alive when he got my best friend? Now he gone No, this shit just so wrong (Yeah) Remember his cousin was callin' my phone (Brrrp) Like, Blanco, let's get him, I know where he headed He need to be deaded, let's go So we hit the road, gone off them shrooms like I'm Toad (Whoop) Hoppin' to Fourth, that four-forty-four close It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go Reloaded it and dump it some more (B-r-r-r-p) So we posted up by the store Freezin', it's twenty below Blowin' this weed by the O We just 'bout to leave and then, yo, I think I just seen me that fiend that hit Gene and my bro He's right on the corner with Steven and Joe Now it's open season, I'm fiendin' to blow So Lee hop up outta the whip, when he let that shit rip, I saw all of 'em three on the floor, whoa But I guess what can I say? I hit JFK and was back to LA (Whoo) A thief in the night and a thief in the day So I take what I want, while I'm chiefin' the J Huh, while I'm chiefin' the J Be careful out here in them streets where you play Be careful out here when you speak what you say 'Cause your ass will get cut up, the meat, the filet, like whoa [Chorus] We killin' these lames, so my killers insane Watch how we killin' the game-we killin' the game We be killin' the brain and got me not feelin' a thang We killin' these lames, so my killers insane Watch how we killin' the game-we killin' the game We be killin' the brain and got me not feelin' a thang [Verse 2: Method Man] I'm back in my stash, we back in the lab Got killas in back of your pad with ratchets and masks We 'bout to catch us a bag,I'm fire, no matches or gas I'm mashin' the gas (Skrt), I done mastered the class Do not give these rappers a pass These rappers is trash I give these rappers the drag then ask, "Is you mad or you mad?" (Rah) Haters, I'm flickin' 'em all Critics have written 'em off Trick, I'ma boss I might not be bigger than Ross but still might be bigger than yours I smell like the vault She smellin' like Christian Dior But we don't be kissin' them broads, uh-uh, not at all I mean it, I seen it before Their momma a queen like Afeni Shakur Meth know the meanin' of floor They fiend to be king of New York But why if the kingdom is poor? Now we keepin' score Don't know what you figure me for Who told you the city was yours? (Aah) Round of applause and you get around just because (Ha) You wasn't down for the cause Provin' the form, hope it ain't you in the morgue See, this what I do when I'm bored Nothin' to do with the law Got nothin' to do wit'cha boy The cops'll put two in your boy Your day'll be worn for sure Soon as my key in the door and I get my feet on the floor Believe it, I'm eatin' some more Beastin' some more Beef, it don't need to be thawed (Rah) This is the reason I'm raw Play IV Keeps[Intro: Method Man] Ha, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah One time.. yo [Verse 1: Method Man] Never liked son from day one, bring you tool That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared For when the pain come, this nigga scared, shook to death From a cold stare, stuntin, knowin my brothers fiend To do you somethin over here, we head huntin In the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us The last days, makin sure I get the last say In the food chain, is you predator or prey? If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back Crack your vertabrae, lookin for a better way To get my point across, thoughts accelerate At the same speed, of the muder rate Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk See the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth [Verse 2: Street Life] Life's a snippet, one way ticket Time tickin fast, blink you might miss it Semen on Street shit, you might catch fifty stitches Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant [Hook x 2] Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps In the city that you never sleep, pay attention Ain't no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland One hand holds the head of the last brave man Made man, Cuban Link chain of command Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand My live team turn the club to a crime scene High beams flash, promoters die behind CREAM Get your face blown, might face the chrome We take this more serious than just a poem [Verse 4: Havoc] I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent About the foul shit goin on in my life, current event It's evident I smoke ciggarette down to Brownsville Thinkin to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill? Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's So I chill, put my killa niggas on the battlefield On the low plottin silent murderer, never doubt still Never follow beef hey beef follow me Wanna settle in the court I say settle in the streets Like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it Now you dry snitchin, because you got knocked with it I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute Stash my dough secure the funds of profit [Verse 5: Prodigy] Yo, extreme rhyme niggas, you wastin your time Fuckin with my niggas, extrordinary line swishin Your mind out position, tryin to figure this shit Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song Doin this for too long, to not come strong You're only a pawn of Viet Dong Tryin to form against mines, you musta just been born Secluded on a distant farm This is the real world, where niggas get shot and shanked Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck.. [Hook x 2] [Outro] Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready For a war here, fuck peace, what? Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready For a war here, fuck peace, peace The Turn"Everywhere I turn, I see, your face..." [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, we the Gods, still tear the whole hood apart Darts that'll splatter through faces, taste niggas hearts I'm intellectual, plus professional And Walbaums to vegetables Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggas Blew shotties in niggas lobbies, the grand RZA We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke Allah Math', show me when the needle broke Numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up Never knew what they had, now they proud of us Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me Rae, we gotta generate, lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little Wrap up the whole rap government [Verse 2: Method Man] Go 'head, ya'll floss wit' it Walk wit', I slap your boss wit' it Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted Two puffs and off wit' it You'll smell the herb 'fore I lit it, the spots is forfeited Blocks is hot, feel the shot from the fo'-fitty With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter? The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'? Got you in the game chokin', like Van Gundy coachin' Your street team, bunch of weaklings Don't ever let me catch your reaching Respect when a grown man is speaking Shh, keep on sleeping, and just like TLC, I keep on Creeping To five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin' The heat seeking missile official, that got issue Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's Hott Nikkels [Break] "Everywhere I turn, I see, your face, but you're never there" [Verse 3: Method Man] Shh... shit ain't over.. Okay, now, same shit, different day, grinding, gettin' paid Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray Gotta have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight Godbody, House your Party, watch the Kid N Play Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka House full of bloodsuckas and hoes that love hustlers Roll that izza, pour me another kizza Bigga, to my nigga, so drunk they can't get up Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes Let the herb spots run til' the cops come Suppose I was just another stick in the mud On a Saturday thinkin', how I'ma get the fifth in the club See my crew thick, everyday I fights to prove it We comes undisputed, with batteries included Honey's "bee" like Meth, I be like what? They want some free CDs, I'm like "see these" nuts [Outro: Method Man] If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high tonight, say all right, haha If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' drunk tonight, say all right, haha It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah, yeah, ok It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah.. I’ll Be There For You / You’re All I Need to Get By (Keep It Tight Mix)[Intro: Method Man & Mary J. Blige] Cheeba chebba, y'all You're all Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need Ya don't stop To get by Yeah yeah Ahh (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) Cootie in the chair You're all Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need Ya don't stop To get by Yeah yeah Ahh (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) Cootie in the, check it [Verse 1: Method Man] Shorty, I'm there for you anytime you need me For real, girl, it's me in your world, believe me Nuttin' make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things that's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nothin' You made a brother feel like he was somethin' That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin' Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay" Now that's real to a brother like me, baby Never ever give my cootie away, and keep it tight, a'ight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we Be livin' in the effin lap of luxury I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit' me But you did, now I'm going all out, kid And I got mad love to give [Chorus: Method Man & Mary J. Blige] You're all I need To get by Ahh, all I need (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) You're all Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need Ya don't stop To get by Ahh (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) Come on [Bridge: Mary J. Blige & Method Man] Like sweet morning dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) You were my destiny With you I'll spend my time I'll dedicate my life I'll sacrifice for you Dedicate my life for you [Verse 2: Method Man & Mary J. Blige] I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home Even if I'm locked up North you in the world Rockin' three-fourths of cloth, never showin' your stuff off, boo It be true, me for you, that's how it is I'll be your Noah, you be my Wiz I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please Be on another level of planning, of understanding The bond between man and woman, and child The highest elevation, 'cause we above All that romance crap, just show your love (You're all...) Suck up on these [Chorus: Method Man & Mary J. Blige] You're all Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need Ya don't stop To get by Yeah yeah Ahh (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) Cootie in the, tical You're all Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need Ya don't stop, ya don't stop To get by Yeah yeah Ahh (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) Cootie in the chair, tical You're all Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need And ya don't stop, ya don't stop To get by Yeah yeah Ahh (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) Cootie in the chair, tical You're all Mary J., y'all I need And Methical To get by (Like sweet morning dew) Yeah yeah Ahh (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) (I took one look at you) Cootie in the chair, tical You're all (And it was plain to see) Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need (You were my destiny) Cheeba cheeba, y'all To get by Cheeba cheeba, y'all Ahh (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) You're all Yeah I need To get by Ahh (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) What's that shit that they be smokin'? You're all I need To get by Ahh (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) You're all I need To get by Johnny Blaze Ahh (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) You're all I need To get by Ahh (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) [Outro: Method Man & Mary J. Blige] Man, woman, and child, I'm here Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh Oh, you're all I need (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) Anything, anything you need, yeah (W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) Afterparty[Intro: Method Man] Damn... yo, yo [Method Man] Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin [Ghostface Killah] Yo, Meth, the mailman! [Method Man] Yo, Ghost, let him in! [Ghostface Killah] Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen [Method Man] Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen My keys is missin', my trees is missin' No more parties, cuz Doc need to listen [Ghostface Killah] Cuz something in my closet, go look (he's a pissin') I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back [Method Man] Half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm Thta's wrong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon Stretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on [Hook: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)] Ichi, ni, san, shi Boats (suites) dough (beats) No cat give you these, rap flow triple g's Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride [Ghostface Killah] Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time Rush little shotgun, rest around nine Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes And U-G. had a Masta headache Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cake Where Divine at? Wine at Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac Them bowling ball lead head niggas, we call them pawn yacks [Method Man] I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost Spend up my ends, every week, she always cryin' broke Thank God it's friday, I just got paid Feelin' good like I just got laid The next drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G White girls they comin' out, like they Pink on E So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage Is where it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that? Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back You know my habitat, you know my peoples If you wit me, where you at There ain't nothin' compared to that, come on! [Hook: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)] Ichi, ni, san, shi Boats (suites) dough (beats) No flows ill as these, M and Ghost, nigga please Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride [Hook 2X: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)] I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in (These cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with them) Come back again, drunk off your gin And when they try to get you for they ends, that's no friend That's no friend, eh, eh [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, greedy muthafuckas, always wanna get high But never wanna buy, first one to come to the party Last one to leave, man, fuck all that Aiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come from man.. Know Your Role [The Rock Theme]Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? I smell it Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? I smell it Come on, come on Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? Yo, finally The Rock has come back Layin down the smack on your monkey crap candy coated ass Enter the squared circle with the Great One Most electrifying moves, don't change the station Children and their children, they all chant With the millions upon millions of Rock's fans Get ready for the square dance, here's your chance For a can of ass whooping, from the People's Champ If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? Jabroni, check yourself, you don't know me Jabroni, go back to the gym, you're too bony So you want a piece of The Rock? Make you crumble In these Wrestlemanias, kid, we Royal Rumble Telling us that Raw is War, what the hell you think we came for? Just to play with these whips and chainsaws? And sharp glass I'll shine them up real nice, turn them sideways And shove them up your candy ass If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? Yo, yo, this is it y'all, Summer Slam, Summer Sam'd out It's Thursday Night Smackdown, there's No Way Out Now you got a problem, with the Brahma Bull Time to throw Rock Bottom Ain't no way to stop him See the People's Eyebrow, ignite the crowd Into a feeding frenzy, they want blood now Chinlock and chair shots, suplexes, legdrops Finish with the People's Elbow and sign it Rock If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? If you smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? The Oath[Intro: The Night's Watch Oath] Night gathers, and now my watch begins It shall not end until my death I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children I shall wear no crowns and win no glory I shall live and die at my post I am the sword in the darkness I am the watcher on the walls I am the shield that guards the realms of men I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch For this night and all the nights to come [Verse 1] Night gathers, my watch begins To manifest 'til death, and it shall not end I take no wife, no land, father no children I wear no crown, win no glory and I shall not bend I am the shield that's here to guard the realms of men I been in hell, while they're asking where the hell I've been I am the sword in the darkness, the watcher of all That means I'm heartless, bigger they come harder they fall I pledge my life and my honor to the Night's watch For this night and nights to come I give my life, watch See the black crow, watch it revolve Some call us black brothers Ice watch, colder than yours, we wear them black colors [Hook] Are you even man enough to take the oath Man enough to take a dagger to a throat Or are you only man enough when it matters the most? Whats the matter? You was thinking your life mattered? It don't [Interlude] Do you know what leadership means? It means that the person in charge gets second guessed by every little twat with a mouth But if he starts second guessing himself, that's the end [Bridge][x2] I am the sword in the darkness, the watcher of all That means I'm heartless, bigger they come harder they fall (Night Watch)(x2) [Hook] [Outro] This is not the end, not for us Not if you lot do your duty for however long it takes to beat them back Release Yo’ Delf (Prodigy Remix)[Verse 1: Method Man] Check it, I'm the fucking man, who they mention Noticed that other niggas rap styles is bogus Doo-doo compared to this versatile voodoo Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation Inside ya, cause I be that hell sure provider Providing the rhyme that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure Niggas need to test they freaking tincture For the sickness that be spreading with the quickness Remedies, cousin I be doing on my enemy Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories Emotion, coursing through your town street vicinity Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity [Chorus: Method Man] What's that rhythm, what's that sound? Party people getting down When it hit no doubt about Just release, yo delf!! [Break 1: Method Man] Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh And keep it movin', you know we keep it move RHARHHH! [Verse 2: Method Man] My God, somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set To blow a nigga up with my "Five Fingers of Death" I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand if you fronting On any man down with the Clan, I be coming For the headpiece you can't cope For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother Serial killer style from the Isles of Stat My peoples are you with me, where you at? Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick Niggas looking all in my face like they want dick It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more What is it? Niggas think they bigger Because they got their finger on the trigger of a biscuit They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic Better yet a Snapple Nigga want the juice but he don't want the hassle So we're trying to overthrow the castle Better yet the temple I'm coming to your town black down The rental car, the pistol cocked If you don't want to burn from the Glock Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what? The buck stops here, no more dough will be made Unless it's being made by who? [Chorus] What's that rhythm, what's that sound? Party people getting down When it hit no doubt about Just release, yo delf!! [Break 2: Method Man] Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh And keep it Movin', baby, we be movin', uh And keep it movin', you know we keep it move RHARHHH! [Outro: Method Man] "And keep it" "And keep it" "And keep it" "And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh" "You know we keep it" "We keep it movin'" Suspect Chin Music[Method Man] Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas Send niggas back to go, try again niggas All hail me, the good the bag the ugily The money's around your way, lovely Where for art thou Meth-tical god-child I pack a smile like crocodile profile Can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now Spin around let your who'sle crown man down, man down [Street Life] I live by the street code never old Never love a ho, never flash the dough Cause you never know who friend or foe Got block control solid gold thought Before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto Habitat with no parole Never snitch switch which Keep a fresh pair of kicks Split the tongue snatch the weed In case the cops wanna strip search Think first prepare for the worst When you do dirt Remember there's a million other niggas with the same thirst [Method Man] No doubt dummy out Bets pull the money out Niggas walk a funny route This is what its all about? Young guns and dum-dums Slum bums and sons Askin' niggas where they come from Get him for his ones, um Sunshine, its crunch time Stranded on the front line Ducking from the one-time Niggas on the run, where the cameras can't come, ha Make this one the anthem Ring around the rosie Pocket full of Grants, uh [Bridge] Just because you wild in the club you ain't thug Sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug Tattoos and hard screws don't make you thug Sucker for love catch a slug, nigga [Hook] Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas Send niggas back to go, try again niggas Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow [Street Life] Carry a ox and avoid spots Cell blocks rap blow you for your slot time What you got's mines We can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull nine Whether the rhyme or the crime I'm a still shine Heavy on the street talk, cut your life support short Never had no love for you so it ain't no love lost Strictly enforced by a street source, get double-crossed Hands off, I run with the torch [Method Man] They got me fed up from the head up Put up or shut up On stage in them shiny get-ups? Niggas is funny Energizer bunny actors They hustle backwards Son, I think they gay rappers, say word Drops will slash ya, darts splash ya Party crasher, the spell caster Heard the same before and after It's over Slug hit your brain, end of game Dun, its over End of the line, out of time, bitch its over On the wrong street with no heat, hmm, it's over We soldiers somebody should've told ya [Hook] Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas Send niggas back to go, try again niggas Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas Send niggas back to go, try again niggas Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow [Street Life] With the W burning through your flesh Verbally possessed, never second-guess Blow minds like David Koresh Fuck a vest, you need a gun to protect your assets Deep in the Aztecs, break out before the sun set Street wars, gimme yours, crime is what I live for Got rhymes galore, next time it's at the Wu store If you sleep late, next date is at the cest gate All you sober mc's, I leave y'all niggas half-baked [Method Man] Microphone is in a choke hold Losin' control, bringing drama by the boatload It takes drama In the pillage now of Cappadonna My split persona hit their village and their baby mama Y'all niggas playing with this money while we stay hungry And kept it pudgy it won't make me have to crash, dummy Before its over You should keep your chain tucked in And should never run your mouth with a suspect chin Now lay it down [Bridge] Killin’ Fields{intro, some lady, whatEVA} {Method babbles for a bit about Wu affiliates} [Method Man] Shoes full of dirt, kicking sand on your works Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse Live in concert, kids coming out they shirts I'm hyped now, jumping in the crowd, feet first Meant it when I said it, lungs bring the pain son Without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic Needing help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickel Bust back take em with you, survival of the fittest And the world out to get us, I feel it in my bones I can feel it in my testosterone when it's on Stat' bring it back, hard rap for your pussycat Cognac, off the meat rack, where the pussy at? Johnny, got these niggas mad at they mommy Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like In the heat of the night, I crash individuals Splash on the mic airtight with the lyrical [Chorus: Cho-Flo & Method Man] Nigga run with it, have fun with it Blow your gun with it, and be done with it Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous Headbanger Boogie niggas going through changes [Method Man] It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend Of herbs and spices on mic devices, murder men Make em mices I recommend, something that's priceless For you rap hooligans, claiming you nicest Call it what you like kid.. you can even call A psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer Amongst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini Word to Bad Bird that fucked nerds in bikinis Observer, lyrical flares, you being served From the gizzard, plucking yo' nerves with nouns and verbs From the ghetto to the suburbs, I must be heard Niggas get what niggas deserve You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group or solo Bloody up my next promo With the blood of the next bozo, clown-ass niggas be loco Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa [Chorus: Cho-Flo & Method Man] Nigga run with it, have fun with it Blow your gun with it, and be done with it Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous Headbanger Boogie niggas going through changes [Method Man] Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettle pot Twisted metal bust shot til the beef settle, forget me not City nights get a nigga hype, scar of life Send em back now we Poltergeist, ghost, tell em Who the number the one rap host? Huh? Verbal overdose leave em comatose, huh? The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickel Bust back and take em with you, eye for eye Never lie, crossing my heart, hoping you die Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggas need that They need gats, cocking heat back, be out like Freejack The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed Who that nigga burn biscuits, and spit flame Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitches That only want me for my riches, I know your steez Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees From this ravenous, MCs be yapping Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jam's that's close captioned For hearing impaired, to get a share, now what's happening Money to share, that's why we here And y'all actin, like we can't eat, like y'all eat Now we scrapping, out in the street I know your crew's hardheaded motherfuckers And I'm just like you [Chorus: Cho-Flo & Method Man] Nigga run with it, have fun with it Blow your gun with it, and be done with it Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous Headbanger Boogie niggas going through changes Welcome to the killing field, where Johnny Dangerous Headbanger Boogie niggas, going through changes I been in the ghetto all my life I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse, yaknowhatI'msayin? That's for life nigga y'know? Til death do us part.. BET Rapcity Freestyle[Verse 1: Big Tigger] Aight Rap City Tha Bassment, Big Tig', EQ, Method Man hey Method Man hey It's going down, check it out one time Off the top I guarantee there's no equal His new album in stores - Tical 0, man, The Prequel You know how we do when me and my crew bang Been rapping this kid, since he was down with Wu-Tang Back in the days, into the chamber 36 Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix, provided by EQ Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose Man your whole crew snoozed Meth, Tical, standing behind me right now You know how we do, we keep it moving with freestyle I'ma step to the right, you blow the spotlight Dynamite, hey man come on and make it right [Verse 2: Method Man] Yeah, Mr. Meth AKA John John phenomenon AKA Alicia Keys boyfriend in the video, here we go Yo, yo, yo, oh shit lo and behold Rza and Meth got another ninja scroll Man I injure foes, send chills down their spines Like I'm December cold, never bend or fold Like a wallet. Can't call it, can't pretend to know Whack shit, turn my back on it like a friend that stole Been in the game ten years, I got ten to go It's the prince and the dark knight let's begin day-O Call me mister low maintenance Tell them ho's I'm like a doctor that lost his license I got no patients, I got time for wasting If you ain't fam you ain't relating These hating hot dog rappers is baking Without love, like a stoner without bud Your ass is as flat as a soda without suds Who got the nerve to think that Meth can't rhyme Put a nine to your skull and get that out your mind, mind Yes! Uh oh! Like Lumi Dee If Meth ain't that shit by now I'm soon to be When I choke hold mics I don't give'em room to breathe I'm just doing me, but girl if you're fine I'll do you free By now if you don't know who it be, don't make me tell Just know I killer Mike like that kid from ATL If you fail to plan, baby plan to fail See my game ugly ... like Sam Cassel I'm so funky I can't even stand the smell Come on, life's a drag, roll it up and inhale Don't get comfy, I cramp your style like a monthly Even Demi Moore need more than Ashton Kutcher to punk me My 4-5 bars, just one shot'll clear the block Like it's time for 106 & Park Staten Island dropping your ass, we mean business My gun'll put a shot in your ass Like free clinics Water[Verse 1: Method Man] Riding dirty, got a Ruger in your lap Black suit, 7:30, couple shooters from the trap They done killed the homie brother What you s'posed to do with that? Who gon' tell his baby mother that her dude ain’t coming back? That kind of pain is hard to put into a rap The block is hot and can’t nobody move a pack When you shooting on-site, you aim the Ruger at his naps Cut his tongue, hog-tie him, things we usually do to rats What? Who gassed you up and threw a match? Don’t want police to line you up and you a match Fool them clowns into thinking you a snack Brought a gun to wash it down and you can drink it through the tap That’s my reaction, now react Now try to picture Malcolm X without the strap If Meth Man could navigate the globe without a map I could beat the pussy up without a scratch [Chorus] (x2) Time ticking teams quick to get ya I’m trying to bury about a trillion Meth's Lab bitch catch us on ya And when we coming, we be flowing likes it’s water [Verse 2: Chedda Bang] I’m so ignorant, spend it before I make it Pour salt on my food before I taste it Pour salt in your wounds, right in the basement All of us, statement, one vision, rich dreams Couple scars, I heal quicker than Wolverine Population, pink slips, quarter greens Hood millionaires hide when the wolves out Move with security, hold tight to your jewelry Uh – that’s my reaction, now react Once your hood pass revoked, you never get it back Benzes, Bentleys, nah nigga don’t tempt me Trust I got it on me, I’ma squeeze till it’s empty Lord forgive me, I need that new 550 With the cocaine seats, I’m so street And when the police came, we don’t speak From my hood to your hood, ain’t nothing sweet [Chorus] (x2) Time ticking teams quick to get ya I’m trying to bury about a trillion Meth's Lab bitch catch us on ya And when we coming, we be flowing likes it’s water New York[Intro] Okay, Yeah, yeah, [?] Back for another one bitch, Let's do it, Ha Staten Island stand up,(okay) Long Island stand up, (okay) Jersey, Yeah, Brick City nigga Funk Doc [Verse 1] Yo, I'll start this rhyme with how y'all feel in this bitch I'm finna to spit, got steel in my grip But I ain't talkin bout guns, I'm talkin mics, niggas stealin my shit Then try to act like they ain't feelin my shit Now if we talkin bout ones, I'm Russell Simmons I be talkin in tongues Fuck where you from and all the niggas you brung Punk, My clan don't sleep son, I put that on each one Be cool until the heat come, these pussies might eat some Nigga this is not pop music, unless your tryna pop shots to it Why would you have that Glock and not use it How could you hear this joint and not lose it You stupid, You need to shot from cupid to get love for this music Diamond in the ruff, Like iodine, Find me in the cut If not, probably find me in a slut, if I buy me a Dutch That means Mef Man's back with the stuff, Lot of back talkin backin it up [Chorus 2X] Now I like bein the man, I like weed in my hands I like my G's in advance, But y'all don't understand Me no like, fake niggas that ain't got the game right Me no like, when y'all killas pop shit and can't fight [Verse 2] Back in the zone, No backbone He stepped on and spat on, niggas don't last long If I don't get some act-right soon, I'm gonna act wrong I ain't tryin to get clapped on for makin these rap songs If you're misunderstood pimp, what would the hood think? To know that I've been swindled, bamboozled, and hoodwinked These rappers ain't like me, they see that there might be More to me then some Air Force Ones and a white tee, I'm nice B 6 foot 4, Un-cut raw, pocket full of straws, I'm that nigga to look for Want paper like a book store, ain't never been shook poor I switch from Method Man to Candy Man and the hooked off Still ain't nothin sweet though, Who wanna spit flows First learn to put the weed inside the bag and then get dough, (Then get dough motherfucker) Tell your peoples and kin folk, I been dope, Anything else is an insult. (God damn right) [Chorus] [Verse 3] So obnoxious that I'm toxic, Call that diarrhea Spit that hot shit, cause I'm hot bitch, And got butter-fingers Oops I drops it, load and locks it, Take the recipe that’s been concocted Got women just like a vehicle, Topless First You see what I'm worth, Pullin paper straight out the wood work Until I push dirt, Shit I hate to fuck up a good shirt But damnit I'm back, I done relapsed, Shot a dose of some murder I wrote, Then lean back I'm part Ghost, Part Cappa, RZA, And Deck Part Dirty, Uey, GZA, Masta Killa, And Chef But I'm all Mef, All vet, Killers I'm complex Niggas, Have yet to blow up, Nothin but bomb threats New York yall, Shoot or shank me, I bleed Yankee I'm hot dog, Yall ain't nathan to put it frankly I find excuses to finally lose it, Then write exclusive And he like VH1, You know behind the music [Chorus] Somebody Done Fucked Up[Intro: Method Man] Yeah... one-two, one-two, it's Big M-E-F The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo On my way the weedspot, haha, what's good? Fuck that, what's hood? Staten Island Advance Big up to my man Magic down in MIA, what up cuzo? [Hook: Method Man] Knock-knock, who is it, ah shitted Hot peas and butter, come and get it Somebody done fucked up, now Meth spit it, I comes with it Quick to tell these critics, eat a did-ick Somebody done fucked up, now Y'all done did it, done stepped in it Now run and tell them niggas who the realest Somebody done fucked up, now Can you dig it, you'll never stop the kid up in the fitted Live with it, somebody done fucked up [Method Man] Look, I'm cutting corners on these clowns, marijuana and pounds Found with Staten Island niggas that run up on you with rounds Take a drag, pass it around, guess who back in your town And the crowd vict', with Officer Brown patting him down Shit's thick, thick as harmony grits, cuz with some thugs Ain't no, harmony bitch, them niggas probably snitch Y'all be the judge, look what happened to Cocheese What happens when your co-d's is talking to police, you dig? Half a cig, let me fuck with ya wig, although you loving the style They're ain't a pedophile could fuck with the kid Now that I'm back up on my, feet, take it back to the streets In the GM with your BM, in the passenger seat Riding hood, by my hood, ain't no hike in the wood Life is good, it's so good, live it twice if I could Man, it's me, once again it's that Wu-Tang Crushing the shit that you bring, you know how we do things [Hook] [Method Man] Yo, pulling my shoes up, scuffing my Timbs, back to when? Puffing again, who stunting, cops fucking with them Feeling the blow, goosebumping the skin, and on the scale Of nothing to ten, a ten, man, it's nothing to him See you can tell by how I'm clutching my pen, like Mae Weather touching her chin She stunting, going up in her friend Tell the label give me something to spin, and every light got a price You want a slice, but we ain't cutting you in Man, these fiends know my past work, held a monkey until they back hurt Money talking, wonder what that's worth And MCF, mean Cash First shit, picture the kid On the beach in Hawaii, minus the grass skirt Blast first, ask questions last Black herse, nigga, stretch yo ass, y'all niggas know what this is It's New Yitty, this ain't just a fad It's M-E-F, and I ain't Biggie, but I'm just as Bad, Boy [Hook] [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, Big M-E-F, Staten Island Advance, motherfuckers Word up, don't ever count me out, just count me the fuck in I'll be back for more... Problem[Intro: Method Man] You don't want no problems, problems You don't want no problems, problems Yeah... real man... with ya stinkin' ass Come on... that's my nigga right there... let's do it Never count me out, nigga, just count me in... yeah... [Method Man] Look, I ain't came to bone these chicks Not this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone of piff Now, who that nigga in the zone and shit Back in the building like he own the bitch, nobody cold as this If I ain't got it, then it don't exist I spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I'm still as ill as they come Protect Ya Neck, when you dealing with them Now Erick stick a fork in him, he done, hah It boggles the mind, like try'nna 'ketchup' to a bottle of Heinz It's like forensics try'nna follow the crime, they want time And sometime, a nigga had to swallow them dimes While 85 percent swallowing swine, see Wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whenever he home Long as I got myself I'm never alone, feel even better with chrome If there's a problem, nigga, let it be known And while I sleep, my bitch be checkin' my phone, cause I'm a problem, nigga [Hook: Method Man] Ease up, or put them g's up Scream at ya frog, nigga leap up (now who got a problem with that?) They need to beast up, nigga, speak up or Forever hold they peace up (if they got a problem with that) Hey you (don't want no problem nigga) Hey you (don't want no problem nigga) Hey you (don't want no problem nigga) Hey you (don't want no problem nigga) Hey you ("Believe, what I say, when I tell ya" - DMX sample) Yeah, you, nigga, you don't want no problem with that [Method Man] Look, my Clan all one in the same Until my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga Like Billy Danze, I be running with Fame Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life Hard body, another day in the life Credit his momma now for raising him right, just want the people to know I'm bout to blow, like I'm shaking the dice Making me mad? Nah, y'all making me right, cause y'all was taking me light So let my pen talk and say what he like And have the court system say and indict, I'm O.J.ing the mic Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe And if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight Not only raising on the price, on M.C.'ing, but I'm raising the bar And if you scary, nigga, wait in the car Motherfuckers I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonaise jars Purple haze, Cuban layed cigars, I'm a problem, nigga [Hook] [Method Man] E, you know I'm just like that Big baller nigga, just like Shaq, so come on, niggas If they bust, I better bust right back Meth spit it from the gut, like *gunshot* man down I'm that dude, hands down, stand down I'm past due, for Cash Rule, y'all can't clown I'm bank now, your ass lose, nothing but rhyme New York Times, I'm bad news, and I'mma problem, nigga [Hook 2X] Rodeo[Intro: Method Man] Yeah... yeah (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo) This one of another one of them nasty M-E-F joints, come on, come on Come on (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo) [Method Man] To all the chicks with they asses thick Out the whole click, she the baddest bitch Dose-doh, round your partner, switch Clan in Da Front, we be starting shit No don't trip, dog, spark 'em, quick Holla when a real nigga talkin', trick We got grip, but we ain't spendin' shit You and your friends, stop pretendin' trip [Ludacris] Let a nigga get nut pushed, better yet let a nigga get some head I work 'em, work 'em or feed 'em, burp 'em, then jerk 'em, instead I get my nuts pushed, on the bottom to the top of your gums I feel your slurpin', slurpin, I'm skeetin' and squirtin' your tongue And I got about 5 grand, but I won't be spendin' a dime See cuz overspendin's a crime and I can't be spendin' my time If you get your guts pushed, could be of cuz Luda and Meth Could be of cuz we do it best, could be of cuz we screw 'em to death [Hook: Method Man (Ludacris)] Come up out of them dirty clothes (bend on over and touch them toes) Uh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo) (Meth & Luda we lock and load) Round your partner, now dose-doh Uh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo) [Ludacris] I wonder where about five bottles of gin, models that wanna swallow And wobble, gobble again, tell a couple of friends I slap that ass, bitch, take a look and see what you got in Cuz I've been schemin' and plottin', to have you breathin' and stoppin' [Method Man] What we talkin' bout? Pussy poppin', car hoppin' women See 'em watchin', clockin', pigeons Flockin' Luda they jockin', lightin' buddha, and boots is rockin' Nameless hoes, take 'em brainless with painted toes Famous, she code, twerkin' pussy, hurtin', workin' that pole [Ludacris] They wanna raise that pussy tab, price and position Enticin' these women, given the proper juice Life that they livin', hope that they double douche Shifting ass cheeks, last week and Ludacris is backseat Afraid so, ass up, case closed [Method Man] Now watch me, dog 'em, freak 'em Out every weekend, she puttin' APB's on my dick I keep on bettin' and breathin', where's my pants, I'm leavin' I'm speakin' facts, mamies creepin' and they cheatin' They even sleepin' with mats, some be eatin' that cat I'm teasin', indecent expose, Method be tweakin' Keep pussies leakin' through pantyhoes, marijuana smell on my clothes This evening, these bunnies got me on swoll, I bust and reload Honey, break out the 'dro and give me some mo', on the rodeo [Hook w/ Luda & Meth switching lines] World Gone Sour[Hook] These kids are sour until the day that they're chewed down That's bad news now they now they bringin' bad news down First they're sour then they're sweet little dudes And they gonna fight the power till they food Now eat em up, Shut up and eat em up This beat goes hard I just gotta eat it up Its like I'm runnin , I gotta eat it up And when they candy goes raw just gotta eat it up [Verse 1: Method Man] Coming back out of the cracks of sofas and fanny packs This ain't a candy rap this is where the candy attacks See, when they lost that's when their sanity snaps They break laws, not jaw-breakers, but break jaws In fact, real heavy like a monkey on your back Got some thumb-tacks playing pin the donkey with your cat But fuck that plant a fire cracker where you dump at Right besides the shower where you keep the penis pump at Oh no, they creepin' like some ninjas in their dojo They knock the little man off the horsey on your polo Crushin' all your dreams, cut the string from your yo-yo Trade your Lamborghini for a Volvo I bet you thought that this was a promo But no-no, this is Boba Fett meets Han Solo Kids gone loco, until you sink your teeth in You know the motto, if life's a treat then you're eatin' [Hook] [Verse 2] Oh snap, look what fell out the patch Right in this fool's lap, how uncool is that All right jack, now you're on the wrong side of the map With a busted GPS and on the wrong side of the snacks They fight back, in fact they're rolling like the army Throw bleach in laundry, unfold your origami I like that some snacks sweeter in the end But then again, ain't nothin' sweeter then revenge Now they are on your Facebook deleting all your friends Clogging up your toilet with a poop eating grin All up in your closet cutting holes in every pocket That you like to keep your wallet and I promise I'm a pimp Wipe the music off your MP3 Burn a rug, pull the plug on your MTV This is thug vision in 3D These kids aren't worth it they play dirty like they are ODB Ya’meen[Intro: Method Man] Yo, I'm bout to hit you with this ya'meen On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in Ya'meen? Yeah... yeah... yo [Verse 1: Method Man] How should I get it started? Fuck it, just get it started These trash talkin' artists is nothin', niggas is garbage When Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed His flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me, regardless Might break a promise, but never, breakin' the code Some get popped and call for they mamma when the drama unfolds My block, hot as a sauna, marijuana and dough Crack deals on every corner, fiends run up on ya with soap And if life's a bitch, then I bet she's bitter and cold Erry'time she thinkin' I fold, seven figures get sold Meth all in your chest or inhale it all in your nose Cops don't know about this Method, but smell it all in his clothes Yup, I'm still intact, how real is that? I'm back With enough Sensamilla to fill ya vanilla wraps up New York, New York, rock tube socks and Timberlands 'Cause hip hop ain't feelin' them flip-flops, they feminine [Chorus: Method Man] I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (ya'meen) Yeah, it's the top billin', the block feelin' like (ya'meen) Yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen) If you not for squealing' and for spillin' the (ya'meen) The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (ya'meen) Plus the B.B. hot and the towers droppin' like (ya'meen) Yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen) If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (ya'meen) [Verse 2: Fat Joe] You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issues You know New York is dyin' after all the shit we been through And we done lost B.I.G., we done lost Pun Homie, you can't live, gotta go and get them guns You know them hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage Send Zulu Nation through Reaganomics, we move them package We pushin' rain pain, gotta go and get that money Y'all going "hey hey", but don't that pen look lovely You - must - not - know - who - y'all niggas is fuckin' with I - can - take - life - nig... just for the fuck of it Crack's crazy, that nigga'll smack babies Clap ladies for yackin' you gon' catch shady Call it a mass shower, the way them hollow's drizzle Mr. Potato Head, you know them things can't miss you The Average Joe, with an average flow Me and Meth bringin' back New York, nigga [Chorus: Method Man] I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (ya'meen) Yeah, it's the top billin', the block feelin' like (ya'meen) Yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen) If you not for squealing' and for spillin' the (ya'meen) The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (ya'meen) Plus the B.B. hot and the towers droppin' like (ya'meen) Yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen) If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (ya'meen) [Verse 3: Styles P] You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles S.P., turn the top five into vegetables You don't believe me? Get 'em all in the room And the next five, I plan to gettin' all of them soon Y'all can meet me at the table that's round, or get ya place in the ground That's what you get when you facin' me, clown Who got the crown? I'ma piss on it now while they wearin' it Nobody nicer than Ghost, I ain't hearin' it Been Nike Airin' it, white tee out Stick-up kid season when the dice be out I'm about to start investin' and liftin', niggas sippin' soup Ghost rap, I'm knockin' out your icey mouth Niggas in the East wanna unite, not me If you ain't sayin' I'm the best, you ain't come at me right Naw'Imean? If you don't, then you know how that beam The four-four knock little pieces off of your spleen, nigga [Chorus: Method Man] I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (ya'meen) Yeah, it's the top billin', the block feelin' like (ya'meen) Yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen) If you not for squealing' and for spillin' the (ya'meen) The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (ya'meen) Plus the B.B. hot and the towers droppin' like (ya'meen) Yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen) If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (ya'meen) Bang Zoom[Hook: Eazy Get Rite] (Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom, shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room Nigga all I hear is (chick pow). So give it up now, that’s the type of shit that happens in my town Nigga all you do is (click clack), listen fuck that. All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped All I know is (zoom bang), letting my nuts hang. Out to get it, best believe I do my thing (yo its Staten Nigga) [Verse 1: Hanz] Hanz roll. Buzz swoll. Don’t be understanding how these corny niggas bold Life told, screenplay graphic when it unfold. Running with them killas made his heart cold Lights strobe. Cameras on him walking through the threshold Spanish bitches yelling dame besos. Watch glowed, earlobes frozen but we seek gold Mr. Barka. Yup, yup, beast mode. Meth labs, bishop in the city Get them grips grabbed, run up do him greasy. You’ll be shot, stabbed, got it looking easy Have ‘em zipped, bagged, to the morgue motherfucker Cash rules, so we berry everything. General smash fumes, dark Henny everything Peep the math, jewels yo we built for the struggle Hanz on, nuff said, bout his bread. Boy trouble [Hook: Eazy Get Rite] (Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom, shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room Nigga all I hear is (chick pow). So give it up now, that’s the type of shit that happens in my town Nigga all you do is (click clack), listen fuck that. All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped All I know is (zoom bang), letting my nuts hang. Out to get it, best believe I do my thing (yo its Staten Nigga) [Verse 2: Method Man] Meth man, yes Hanz, twenty years of love, they been throwing up them dubs That’s respect, damn, money, sex, drugs, you’ll get stretched, blam, tec nine up in the club That’s a tec jam, can’t wait to see him go, make ‘em hate to see me blow I’m a label CEO minus the yes man, Rick Rubin with the spliff That could spit it Ludacris, minus the Def Jam Mean while, stick ya for ya cream, red beam (chi-ca-bloow), Another John Coffey on that Green Mile Get it how I’m living, got an ounce of Steve Rifkind, that’s that green loud Yes sir, no child left behind, pump your brakes (scrrrrrrrr) Snitching in the kitchen you’ll get baked served, my life is like a movie All groovy I mean its all Gucci (burrrr) [Hook: Eazy Get Rite] (Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom, shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room Nigga all I hear is (chick pow). So give it up now, that’s the type of shit that happens in my town Nigga all you do is (click clack), listen fuck that. All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped All I know is (zoom bang), letting my nuts hang. Out to get it, best believe I do my thing (yo its Staten Nigga) [Verse 3: Streetlife] Streetlife, goon, platoon, locked reloaded, bang zoom. Gee coated, from the womb to the tomb I’m married to the game, this my honeymoon. Yes, I do, forever Wu Loyalty is royalty, cream blue. Code red, dangerous ground Street I’m heaven sent but I’m hell bound Top fie, hands down, Staten popular son, peace lounge Crown fitted for the king, I am, I suggest, you play the wing man Shine like a diamond, like bling blam. God body watch a nigga go ham Lifestyle episodes of Gangland. Thirty six shots from the chamber blam... [Hook: Eazy Get Rite] (Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom, shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room Nigga all I hear is (chick pow). So give it up now, that’s the type of shit that happens in my town Nigga all you do is (click clack), listen fuck that. All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped All I know is (zoom bang), letting my nuts hang. Out to get it, best believe I do my thing (yo its Staten Nigga) Say What[Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)] Yeah! This-this-this-this This is an exclusive (let's go) Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right) And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go) [Method Man] Yo, uh, come on, come on, now Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now Zone out, with Sean Combs and Bizzy Bone out (I see you in the club) And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny Like Gwen Stefani, you know there's No Doubt I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill That's the only way to explain these mic skills On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real The more steel, the more bodybags to fill Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga I tried to quit puffin' before, but I'm no quitter If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'mma cum Want some, take some, I get it crunk Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps [Hook: Missy Elliott w/ P. Diddy doing ad-libs] When they play this in the club (say what?) Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?) Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?) Ya'll don't really really want that (say what?) And for whatever muthafucka, don't like it (say what?) Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?) Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?) Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?) [Method Man] You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks overreact Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends Got to get it, and when I'm gone Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest [Hook] [Method Man] Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain I guess that should explain why I given the dope name Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee? I'mma grown man, so I do grown man things Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing? It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady It's all good, everything I spit, all hood And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggas, I wish ya'll would Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J For the right CREAM, the'll do anything you say She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream [Hook] [Outro: P. Diddy] Let's work... come on Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy Hitmen baby, let's work, come on Let's work, come on, yeah Uh, let's work... aiyo pass that nigga Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah Win Some Lose Some (It’s In The Game)[Intro] (Method Man) Pull your shoes up, don't get stuck Or get your frame struck, when my squad blitzin' Hittin' like Mack trucks, head splittin' paper written In windy cities like Chicago, no bullshh shh You see me spittin' at the kitten with the lost mitten As we engage in cold war gettin' frostbitten Once again up in these stank drawers baby listen One mind and for one cause, heavy hittin' The penalty illegal ruffnecks, we bring ruckus In pursuit of gold lines, can a nigga touch it If I can't see ya can't truss it A shady character like Buzz Buzzard Lay him out like a plush rugged Now you can love it, or leave it alone We drink death and puff bone Draggin' your body out the end zone And any way the wind blow that's where you flow That's why you be the first one caught, last to know Body layin' out on the flo', substitute Heavy players from the run and shoot, we open do' Third and long, quarterback pack the cannon on I go deep he drop bombs, that's when I touch down Six points, what now? Once again who comin' through in the clutch now, perfect strangerous? Ever since I came with this, and wrecked a body You convinced like Lombardi, that Johnny Dangerous Offensive shotgun Calm in the pocket I got one, in the milli gun Deep threats to chose from, that's how it goes son You win some you lose some, it's in the game [Hook] You win some you lose some that's how it goes son You win some you lose some it's in the game You win some you lose some, that's how it goes son You win some you lose some, it's in the game (Ricky Watters) From the football field (It's in the game, you win some you lose some, it's in the game) To the mountain, ya know what I'm sayin'? (That's how it goes son, that's how it goes You win some you lose some, it's in the game) Freestylin', profilin', won't catch me smilin' Straight from Fema Island, buckwhylin', I'm stylin' A funky type of style with the lyrical incision Shit locked down, like my niggas out in prison Good riddance, keep it hidden, up in my knapsack Sippin' cognac, while I vibe off this funky track Yo bring it back, or make it hit harder Infiltrate your mind like Nino at the Carter, but smarter So drop harder, if you wanna conjugate Verbs and nouns, make it profound as I pound In your ear piece I'm the beast To say the least, we must increase, the peace But keep it real, so I can feel, the skills Funky fresh rhymes I will build so I kill And thrill, lyrics spittin', through my lips Doing backflips, it's another hit Come take a sip, of the running Waters Lyrically I slaughter, mentally I author The rhymes that you feel to the map Crushin' double barrels, sing em out like carols Who it be? It be I, the nigga with the chinky eyes From NY, city we committee we gets busy With killa beez on the swarm Lyrically we storm, mentally a lord Verbally I bomb, guard your grill It's the man that chill, run for the hills from Grassville Drillin' rhymes straight on tracks and double cuff Another TV, and they loved it [Hook] Grid Iron Rap[Streetlife] I Silver Surf the city circuits, forever lurkin On the street surface, I spit blood for blood verses Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land One man'll body slam Def Jam Focus your headcam zoom in, with radio tune in I know you're listenin, so I keep showin and provin Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme Fuck a peace talk, let the gun spark, on the streets of New York I Shaolin Strut through the city asphault (FED UP!) Hold your head up, I'm circlin the block, keep your eyes up Wise up, before you get sized up (TIED UP!) Play no games, speakin on my name, you catch a clipful From close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change [Method Man] Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it all I want the same thang, strive to maintain, live out my name Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin changed Leave the same way I came, bringin motherfuckin pain [Streetlife] Killa Hill Projects, high-tech street intellect Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check [Method Man] Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes, y'all niggas goin down Yo.. eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival You goin down, y'all niggas fuck around Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme proposal Came indecent, beef from the butcher sink your teeth in [Streetlife] Fuck what you believe in, you real fake, fishin in the same lake Eatin off the same cake you blowface [Method Man] Who got that ready-cooked, synthetic look, actin crook Betty-shook worm, tryin to shake the hook, as the world turn Nigga burn, once again the supersperm Rub it in your skin, like it's Lubriderm, time took to write this The war will be fought by the righteous Who stand criticized, by his un-A*Alike-ness Knowledge is the jewel, and it's priceless Real like them Rahway Lifers, nuttin but time on my hands Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast In this savage land, haulin ass, Days of Thunder It's road rad, your days are numbered What RZA put together let no man tear asunder (motherfucker) [Streetlife] This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow, but you don't hear me though Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow Ghett-io slang pro, sling rap to cashflow Keep it live from the intro until the outro Killa Hill Projects, high-tech street intellect Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check [Method Man] Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes, y'all niggas goin down [Streetlife] My dick! (My dick!) I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggas know the outcome Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum Forty-five bar seminar ghetto rap star Slide like water rats through the Staten Resevoir Swingin swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards Commercial cats, fuckin up the game, that's why I crash boards Drape floors while you Jordan, keep on tryin yours Hardcore, somethin that my street niggas is dyin for [Method Man] Snap your neck and the dopefiend, Golgo 13 Professionals we know things, say no more Check my Dogs at the Reservoir, gourmet special of the day Is nigga souflee, pusher gotta pay And the games people play, John Jay back around the way Fish filet, Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch Hit the replay, for dirt bomb niggas in the PJ To cling-on, bring-on, the good times, to key-on Hook rhymes that's be-yond, your thinkin, for eons I been here, to shine on the black mind Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga Ragtime, bad sign, flatline.. Fall Out[Intro: Kwamé] This - this is brought to you By the K-1 Emergency Broadcasting System In the - in the event of an actual emergency You will be told to... Fall out Fall out Fall out Fall out Fall out [Method Man] S.I., rockin' it N.Y., rockin' it Shit, we stay poppin' it 4-5, rockin' it Game, stay on top of it Lame, just the opposite It's no thang, when I bring the pain ain't no stopping it (hold on) Who the fuck is this? About to bring the ruckus This just ya boy, I'm some on other shit My nigga, take a puff of this Piff man, I'm loving this, is Staten Island up in this? Bitch, like we running it, and somebody wanna public (I'm coming) Turn it up a bit, so my thugs can thug a bit If I got my brother get, K, we got another hit Ladies please, where y'all puffin' them trees? I'm damaging M.C.'s, oxygen, you can't breathe, fall [Hook: Method Man (Kwamé)] (2x) Fall out, yeah, I'm going all out (hold on) Hold on, man, what's really going on (I'm coming) And when I'm coming, a hundred miles & running (keep back) Keep back, y'all ain't got it like that (fall out) [Method Man] Here we go again, herb-smoke, blowing in the wind Cops chasing, wanna throw him in the pen And the day he leave the game, yo, he going in the Benz On them 24's looking like he rolling on the rims All daying, knawimsayin', I'm staying up to par, parleyin' While y'all hating, I'm splitting this cigar Man, it's nathan, all y'all do is aim and start spraying Cuz tonight's the night, and me and my niggas ain't playing (keep back) Y'all done did it now, another critic kicked Tical Alotta niggas mad cuz I ain't fold like they figure, now Let me put my fitted down *hwak* Spit around Listen when this hit the ground, y'all gon' hear the difference now Here I got that miracle, sickest individual Flow that's so original, see this is what they meant to do It's not an act, it's all actual fact The kid is back, making tracks, catch panic attacks, and fall [Hook] (2x) [Method Man] Aww shit, ain't this about a bitch I give a fuck about a bitch, I'm more about a grip And I'm all that a nigga got, the more he gotta get Feeling like a million dollars, buyin' million dollar shit (keep back) What y'all dealing with, one shot killing it Stop changing my style, when y'all stop stealing it Meth is chillin' like milk top killing If it ain't got no real in it, I'm probably not feeling it (keep back) I'm deadin' ya kids, and burn another blizz What it is, what it is, Wu-Tang is for the kids So niggas please, why y'all puffin' them trees I'm damaging M.C.'s, oxygen, they can't breathe, fall [Hook] (2x) 50 Shots[Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds] Meth Man Cory Gunz go bang Streetlife gotta knife, homie run your chain Mack, riding around the city and we do our thing From a city that is known to do crazy things You already I’m heavy y’all stay in your lane We ready Stat fete still playing the game Mack, ladies in the show singing every hook But they’re gonna get their panties took, so lets go [Verse 1: Method Man] Aye aye, y’all don’t get the picture before we focus Facts, look who back, crooked like scoliosis, the take over Take this line straight up your noses This for my smokers but this time I up the dosage This my closest, to perfection my magnum opus The magnum smoking. I’m safe Like when the magnum open What y’all promoting, sex, lies, and true religion Now how ironic them jeans ain’t got no true up in em No Wu up in em, no DNA won’t see the day You crash my set Lil Mama no VMA Meth is a threat zero drama, I’m such a vet No need for checking my cuts (Nooo) just cut the check Who want one, You’ll need Hanz and Cory’s Gunz Graffiti some, we spray cans where Cory from I dreamed I lost in a food fight and Nore won Kidding so it shall be written the story done [Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds] [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] Fuck you losers while they fake jacks I make maneuvers Like Method, Sticking up crews, bumping some Wu shit I’m all seasons goose down hoodie and snorkel Whatever, whatever you want I’ll off you I’m awful, unlawful, I ain’t the one to talk too Thats word to uncle Ghost, I’ll cook your waffle Riddle me down, I’m mentally that Freddy the villain is here you remember me back Felony killers or kitties. I chill and trapped in the belly No telling me how high and they feel I be strapped Waiting for murderers some type of burglar and chomping And murder burglar upon us some karmas when the curb with Turbulent, been a veteran what you still a virgin Dangerous grounds, we stain the clowns I’m burgeon goon platoon Some loon buffoons refurnishing, womb for tombs Kaboom, you doomed, no surgeon you know [Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds] [Verse 3: Streetlife] You could never break me down, I’m built for this Crown fitted for a king I’m victorious It's survival of the fit as we are warriors For the red, black and green vanglorious Godbody-Cypher-Divine, dangerous minds Spontaneously combine, it’s the sign of the times All things must come to an end, I’mma ball until then No fade away shots I’m going hard at the rim Might rupture my Achilles heel, chasing this hundred mill Brake pads gone just lost my third wheel On my last leg stay kicking like old cabbage and boiled eggs Known to hold a grudge won’t stop till they all dead Eyes bloodshot red bottle to the head damn forgot what I just said Eyes blood, fuck it just on to the next one I been around the world never forgot where I came from [Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds] Tim Westwood Freestyle[Verse 1: Method Man] [Instrumental: The Game - Red Nation ft. Lil' Wayne] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Uh! (X2) Meth, Check the verse, no curses, Yo Listen Still living by the code Too many pretty women still living by the... Yo, Yo Haha yeah, yeah, here we go No curses, yo, check the joint! I'm just trynna get a mill When I started rhymin' wasn't trynna get a deal I was trynna get a feel Homicide housing, bodies lyin' in the hill Man ain't nothing worth me dying in the field Especially when I'm trynna pay the bills A lot of y'all relying on the steel And see the court denying your appeal If y'all don't know nothing, you better know it's real If it works like a workshop, better know the drill I'm past childish games Y'all just trynna take me outta my game And call my black women outta their name I'm serious, they're out of my brain Understand that my slang's Fast and furious, they're out of my lane Boy I'm hot, kids be calling me blaze In the industry I'm not, they be calling me slave I ain't trynna burn the spot, but I'm set in my ways I'm just a product of the block, and the city I'm raised, Aha I'm still living by the code Too many pretty women still living by the strode Daddy pimping 'em for doe Early in the morning cops kicking in the do' Man I think somebody snitching on the low I caught my father sniffing on that snow That's when he try to tell me things are different than befo' Kids don't listen any mo', that's for sho' We used to ask permission from our folks Ain't no food up in the kitchen cause we broke And I ain't trynna miss another meal Cause love will get you killed And if it don't, your baby mother will But y'all ain't recognizing that it's real Until that undercover pull a shield And now it's kinda late to cut a deal So I ain't gotta tell you how I feel Why I'm trynna keep my pockets stuffed with hundred dollar bills I should'a went to school and got a skill But it wasn't in my future so I steal That's why I got this Ruger in your grill Let’s Ride[Intro: Ginuwine (Method Man)] Oohh, uh-oh, it's time, Meth Man, G-Wine, aiy-aiy-aiy-aiy Aiyo, Meth this shit sick boy, haha, (it's beautiful) yeah What's up (aww man, it's getting scary for y'all niggas now) what's good [Method Man] There go the apple of my eye, my black butterfly Don't try to pass me by, like you do them other guys You do with brother's lies, about they baby mothers & they wives And how you need they ass to survive I ain't a bit suprised, and I ain't try'nna give you bad vibes You probably had a bumpy last ride witch ex Was he stalking, calling making threats where you rest Until you got that order of protect Girl, I'm far from a threat, boo, now hold for a sec Relax with the Meth, take a load off your breast If you had a choice, baby, who would you choose Them dudes who look like they got sugar in they shoes Girl, that's how you lose Before you play the game, know the rules Cuz still ain't nothing changed but the jewels You still paying dues, when we should be laying on the cruise Some icecubes, playing with ya boobs, knawmean [Hook: Ginuwine] Let's ride, we get it everyday, it's doesn't fail And I always wanna know how you feel Cuz you're everything, I'm always there for you Yes, I'll be there, so let's ride Let's ride, don't trip, got your back, I'm your man I keep it G, like they do it in the hood, and You give me everything, and always be right there And if you real, then let's ride [Method Man] Hey, pretty ma, you look sweat, I mean You the type of treat, I've been dying to eat I see them other dudes try'nna speak, flossin' them jeeps They wanna whistle & beep when you crossin' the street Have mercy, to these big hands and big feet Use me once and use me again like fish grease Body perfect, primadonna, oh my god, mommy, work it Make a nigga wanna get a job I love chicks to hate staring, hate man sharing Hate it when a bum bitch is wearing what she wearing Huge attitude like the size of her badunk Double XL, she the "Eye Candy of the Month" Johnny, but ladies call me Big John Studd Is it my big club or my big long hugs Go figure, if you got an itch, I'm ya nigga To scratch it, and bring the hook back while I'm at it, now pass it [Hook] [Hook: Ginuwine] Let's ride, I start up on your right Peace and then we'll fight I'm starting to fall for love Yes, I will, yes, I will Let's ride, don't need to think twice I, want you at your time Let's ride, let's roll, all night, oh lord Full night, oooh tell me something [Hook] [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, this is Ginuwine, uh Method Man, yeah, I like that The Prequel(Method Man) I'm out... Once again, it's the super, pied piper Light your lighters for the future And I ain't talking about Mekhi Phifer Roll it if you got it people At last the Prequel And the eye ball Floral is back You'll find no equals Bang it in your loudest system Now who gunna diss him Usually it be the brokest niggas But this gunna fix em Let me get my tool belt For rappers that can use help Now that Meth is back, you can tell me how my shoes felt Just like Shaq in them size 22's Except my games not a game And I don't play by any rules man Its time to build without a hardhat and goggles Even with a map I'm still a hard act to follow I thought you knew we do this everyday ok and I Think marijuana is just nature's way of saying "hi" Only hydro buds, I get it crunk It's alright, if that bitch don't smoke then get her drunk Now I pop a lot of shit, cause I can back it up (what) I got that fire, bitch, its hard to pass it up (what) While you'll was partying I been in the lab You want that dope, give me an hour Plus a pen and a pad (Streetlife) Aiiyo Meth what they look like (look like) 3rd LP nigga better be tight (be tight) Don't forget where you come from, the hood life (hood life) Let them know from the door we ain't the shook type (shook type) (Method Man) I got that shit that keep your head bobbin Cause your neck know Meth yo, I'm trying to get that more dollars then crep flow for certain Before I put the pain, I put the work in And each person I catch slipping gunna need nursing Got these wanna-be gangstas, sleeping with they lights on Shook up by the python, everybody got they eyes on Not only is the streets watching, the streets is talking And word has it that these rappers don't come around that often Take it from the most slept on, you're wearing open-toe sandals And I'm looking for some new toes to step on And one to build a rep on, you all got me fucked up My crew stick bitches like you, for acting stuck up Methods like that yall, when I return you know the good herb is back y'all Ladies and germs Without further adieu Let's keep it wu, and fuck keeping it real y'all Just keep it juiced I’ll Be There For You / You’re All I Need to Get By (Soul Inside Edit)[Intro: Method Man, Mary J. Blige, Biggie Sample] Cheeba chebba, y'all You're all (Cry together) Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need (Lie together) Ya don't stop To get by (Cry together) Yeah yeah Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right) Cootie in the chair You're all (Cry together) Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need (Lie together) Ya don't stop To get by (Cry together) Yeah yeah Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right) Cootie in the, check it [Verse 1: Method Man] Shorty, I'm there for you anytime you need me For real, girl, it's me in your world, believe me Nuttin' make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things that's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nothin' You made a brother feel like he was somethin' That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin' Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay" Now that's real to a brother like me, baby Never ever give my cootie away, and keep it tight, a'ight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we Be livin' in the effin lap of luxury I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit' me But you did, now I'm going all out, kid And I got mad love to give [Chorus: Method Man, Mary J. Blige, Biggie Sample] You're all (Cry together) Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need (Lie together) Ya don't stop To get by (Cry together) Yeah yeah Ahh, all I need (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right) You're all (Cry together) Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need (Lie together) Ya don't stop To get by (Cry together) Yeah yeah Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right) Tical [Bridge: Mary J. Blige] Like sweet morning dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny With you I'll spend my time I'll dedicate my life I'll sacrifice for you Dedicate my life for you [Verse 2: Method Man & Mary J. Blige] I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home Even if I'm locked up North you in the world Rockin' three-fourths of cloth, never showin' your stuff off, boo It be true, me for you, that's how it is I'll be your Noah, you be my Wiz I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please Be on another level of planning, of understanding The bond between man and woman, and child The highest elevation, 'cause we above All that romance crap, just show your love (You're all...) Suck up on these [Chorus: Method Man, Mary J. Blige, Biggie Sample] You're all (Cry together) Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need (Lie together) Ya don't stop To get by (Cry together) Yeah yeah Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right) Cootie in the, tical You're all (Cry together) Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need (Lie together) Ya don't stop, ya don't stop To get by (Cry together) Yeah yeah Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right) Cootie in the chair, tical You're all (Cry together) Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need (Lie together) Ya don't stop, ya don't stop To get by (Cry together) Yeah yeah Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right) Cootie in the chair, tical You're all (Cry together) Mary J., y'all I need (Lie together) And Methical To get by (Cry together) (Like sweet morning dew) Yeah yeah Ahh (I took one look at you) (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right) Cootie in the chair, tical You're all (Cry together) (And it was plain to see) Cheeba cheeba, y'all I need (Lie together) (You were my destiny) Cheeba cheeba, y'all To get by (Cry together) Cheeba cheeba, y'all Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right) You're all (Cry together) Yeah I need (Lie together) Cheeba cheeba, y'all To get by (Cry together) Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right) What's that shit that they be smokin'? You're all (Cry together) I need (Lie together) To get by (Cry together) Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right) You're all (Cry together) I need (Lie together) To get by (Cry together) Johnny Blaze Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right) You're all (Cry together) I need (Lie together) To get by (Cry together) Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right) Man, woman, and child Method Man Freestyle (Staten Island)[Verse 1: Method Man] My repertoire is militant The last days, what the blood is we dealing with? The Johnny Blaze, grab yo' pistol Teflon, mega-bombs, and heat-seeking missiles Time to go to war, shit's official The mic stalker, only if you can understand it The sky walker, that be leaping over planets Pain! Got that ghetto blood in my vein Spread it through my kin, confess my sins, and blame Society for unawareness, fuck the president He don’t represent the ghetto resident Recognize fool within the black coal there’s a jewel The revolution been in effect, pull up your shoe Utilize your third eye it be in my eye Now I choose who gotta die - him, every time Ticallion stallion now hold on Like black diamonds, stud medallions, and so on M.E.F.[Intro] Yeah, pull your shoes up Why don't ya'll niggas sit your ass down somewhere Meth, yeah, yeah *burp* I said it, Staten Island back up in this bitch in a major way Yeah [Chorus] Who next on deck? Yo, mark, ready, set You get one guess, Meth, pass that dutchie pon de left Take a deep breath, Meth, take that genie to the chest It relieves stress, please believe it Who your M-E-F'ing Man, go 'head, ask your man And them broads with them big drawers, they know who I am Call me Meth, like my niggas in Park Hill Projects Just Meth, say it with the F, never disrespect [Verse 1] Give me dap, or give me depth, Clan in effect While you shaking my right hand, I stab you with the left What the fuck ya'll expect, I'm beyond bomb threat Explode when I'm talking, I blow shit out proportion Who's next, now, to be made an example Timb boots stomping on them open toe sandals Every boots scuffed, another win for us Life's just fucked up, momma just didn't hug me enough Let's you and I discuss over this bag of dust My plans to make bags, up in God we trust ya'll I ain't gotta, lift a, finger to touch ya'll And I ain't got a middle finger you to fuck ya'll Shit, as far as I'm concerned, ya'll germs To the illest MC to ever get his turn Street, you know the Life, money feed only on these dice Don't wanna have to make my point twice [Chorus] Who next on deck? Yo, mark, ready, set You get one guess, Meth, pass that dutchie pon de left Take a deep breath, Meth, take that genie to the chest It relieves stress, please believe it Who your M-E-F'ing Man, go 'head, ask your man And them broads with them big drawers, they know who I am Call me Meth, like my niggas in Park Hill Projects Just Meth, say it with the F, never disrespect [Verse 2] Who cashing checks every first and fifteen? Who earnt they respect? Blunt brother from another mother Southpaw, might Golden Glove ya Now Enter the Wu-Tang Forever, The W Ya'll been eating off our plate for years And didn't know I spit in the pot I'm on the toilet with some new shit, fitting to drop, lend me your years For a minute, get in it, "see murder", there ain't "no limit" to the killing Emotional wreck, cuz I ain't feeling what ya'll feeling Ya'll rappers is sex with penicillen, who the villain? Burning MC's, sick as the V's when he illing A hundred degrees in dungarees, still chilling You know me by now, look out Tical In your barn, at your Phat Farm, milking your cow Street, you know the life, money feed only on these dice Don't wanna have to make my point twice [Chorus] Who next on deck? Yo, mark, ready, set You get one guess, Meth, pass that dutchie pon de left Take a deep breath, Meth, take that genie to the chest It relieves stress, please believe it Who your M-E-F'ing Man, go 'head, ask your man And them broads with them big drawers, they know who I am Call me Meth, like my niggas in Park Hill Projects Just Meth, say it with the F, never disrespect Retro GodfatherCome on (come on) Take it back (take it back) 70's style (style) I'll do, anything All y'all old school Studio 54ers That's, my, word! There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything That's, my, word! O.D.'n on this one fleein, all eyes seein Dominant supreme being, face the mental Deep concentration break the point on a pencil Keep my cliches out your dental, capiche? Shit that I been through is cause for parental Discretions no question my Westside Connections L.A. Confidential, world don't stop 'less it's mental, Staten residentials, you wit it? Wu-Tang, Forever and a day, 'til I'm old and decayed I'm commited; look ma, we did it Top of the the world, tell it to my firstborn And my baby girl, did it my way, take the low road On the highway, out the sunroof, yellin "Thank God it's Friday!" Show a nigga love If he got my sound pull the plug, he's not underground Call him mud, when I flood the airwaves Household and stairways (rainy days) Waiting for these paydays, think not of the ends If I got twenty, my brother get ten Now let the madness begin motherfuckers! There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. anything.. There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything.. Yo, yo, yo! We got love for those with love for us Baby you can look but don't touch, I'm fried off the dust And plus, the only thing I trust is a fund Ain't no fun, just paranoid niggas totin guns In apparel, keep us camouflaged in the shadows That's where I bring this tale that you never get to tattle Obliterate the tri-state, and the crime rate Tell them swine niggas fly straight, you can call it fate And if it ain't mine, call it fake, bottom line End the case, spoonfeed the track just a taste Of the side dish, soup of the day, I come Wright like N'Bushe For them Dead Presidents Fuck what you say, and he say, and she say, and they say Vacate the premises, caught up in the melee Sentence this song, to twenty-five years hard labor In the system, where it takes the form of my wisdom Respect mine, take my time and protect nine Next on the frontline, Mr. Meth No more no less, what you see is what your ass get Set it off I suggest There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. anything.. There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. Not a problem that I can't fix Cause I can do it, in the mix Not a problem that I can't fix Cause I can do it, in the mix Everything[Intro: Method Man] Yeah... yeah... Allah Math... Yeah... yo... yo... [Method Man] Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the king? Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib? Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz Thinking niggas plotting on hairs, think they not when they is This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac Nigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen? Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a nigga Start shining, niggas start some shit, my guard lit Like a boss, head nigga in charge, get in these drawers Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours This Meth dude got that food, and he serving it raw Told you before, I bring the pain, and now I'm hurting them, pa Hurting them, pa... [Hook 2X: Streetlife] Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit [Inspectah Deck] Aiyo, you fucking with some capital G's, Allah Math Streetlife, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift Had the highest paid ho, get it cracking for free Worldwide, still trapped in the P's, Pioneers Like the twenty inch woofers, that's in back of the V Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge Son, I'm just a little off of the edge, as I stalk The mean streets, for paused types, callers are read Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds [Hook 2X] [Streetlife] Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest Put the chest to the back of your vest Trap your packet, take the money and jet Niggas posted, but you posing no threat Punk, you pussy like the opposite sex Front, see how many shots you will get I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect I'm just a man to respect Watch your step, son, your funeral's next Streetlife is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck The other hand is attached to the tech Your next move could mean life or death Make move, take baby steps Hold that thought, nigga, save your breath We hold courts, in the streets, we rep For Cash Rule, and we came to collect, cock sucker [Hook] Never Hold Back[Intro: Method Man (Dooney Boy) {Pinky Phat Phat}] Cool, okay, I'mma let ya'll take it on your own right now Why don't you do me a favor (What?) {What?} Tell me a joke (why did the chicken cross the road?) {To get five dollars from her baby daddy!} Eheheheh (hahahahahah) you got that? {eheheh} We gon' roll with that right there, aight then -- beat drops -- Gilla House, muthafucka, Gilla House Gilla House, muthafucka, Gilla House! Yeah, another Def Jam, where we don't make stars We just sign 'em, uh-huh, that's what's up, Big Sox [Method Man] I'm on the grind... (can't wait to shine) Fuck that, I pull your blinds, catch you f'ing with mines, no go 'head I got no time (hate to be wastin' time), muthafucka know the name And know that I ain't feelin' ya'll lames, like novacaine Ain't no way you can (stop the train) or the conductor Of the track, muthafucka, that's E3, my love for the game (it's just not the same) Unless it's Gilla House, and Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them thangs Live together and (pop the chain), know your lane Fuck cocaine, stick up, bout to blow your brains off the map The (Flame is back), it's the amazing J. Blazin' grapes of wrath turn to raisin What part of the (game is that), we not playin' Ya'll try'nna raise the price at the door, we not payin' So watcha (watcha want?) You kids are slum And son got knuckles in his Air Force One's, come on [Hook: Saukrates (E3)] Niggas never seen it this raw (but nothing's gonna hold me back) Keep the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back) Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life) Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your life) [Method Man] Yo, yo, on the air (thought you dead?) But I returned To give you what you waited four years, now to burn Hold your head (and know your ledge) your life flash by Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go Catch me in the West Wing, I might "Rob Lowe" Yes, I can (yes, I can can) tap your jaw And tell whatever chick that I'm with, slap your broad This is it, (I'm stuck with ya'll) and ya'll stuck with me In the lap of luxury, where the hell's cut for free And the kid (can't fuck with ya'll) Til I got a tree On some new property, at my new pot to pee, have mercy (Mercy me) Things ain't what they used to Soon as you get your shot on the top, somebody shoot ya These rhymes (ain't nursery) Life's a bitch Then you go to court, and she take half your shit, come on! [Hook 2X] [Outro: Method Man] My, life, your life, yeah, Mr. Meth, Big John Studd, yo Ya'll know how I do it, screw it, all day, everyday You know what I'm sayin'? Stinkin', drinkin' and fightin' crime Staten Island, stand up, we in the muthafuckin' house Come on! Worldwide(Chorus 2x - Chedda Bang) Show some respect when we come through Worldwide, let me see your w’s (Chorus 2x - Hanz On) Throw ‘em up, turn em over, what it do, what it do Meth Man Murda gonna perish you (Verse 1 - Method Man) These rappers rap backwards, I don’t rap with them rap dudes 2Pac backwards, pull that ratchet & cap too Back to 93 when I still was holding those capsules I also had a 38, ya’ll don’t give me no hassle Keith Kool, G Rap moves, it's only natural When on the road to riches, I hit the horn when I pass you beep beep Pardon my sneeze. Haters get ‘atchew’ Ballers trying to move with the white, now would Shaq do Go harder in the paint. Slap you like ya barber Or the 6th man, thinking he a starter when he ain’t I’m a sick man, but smarter than you think And it’s a thin line between the driver & the robber in the bank See I’m cut like a barber with a shank, cool Women going swimming with their drinks, pools Now who hasn’t heard her that Meth Man & Uncle Murda It’s like your cousin trying to kill you with your uncles burner (Chorus 2x - Chedda Bang) Show some respect when we come through Worldwide, let me see your w’s (Chorus 2x - Hanz On) Throw ‘em up, turn em over, what it do, what it do Meth Man Murda gonna perish you (Verse 2 - Uncle Murda) Yeah I’m Uncle Murda from the jects Yeah I’m disrespectful, but get a lot respect When I’m waving the tech, you better protect your neck Got em looking like Inspectah, the way their hitting the deck I with the METHOD man, its feelin like the 90’s back when my tech use to jam 18 putting pressure on these chumps, sending niggas that’s in their 30’s to go & get my dutch Cash rules everything around me. I’m cookin a brick Feelin like the chef, wearing my Cuban linx. I was ODB, creepin with dirty ho’s Bumpin 36 chambers with 36 ho’s Fuck the world, don’t ask me for shit This that Brooklyn, Shaolin Big & Meth shit This that shit you bump, before you catch a body NY back on their shit. I hope these niggas copy (Chorus 2x - Chedda Bang) Show some respect when we come through Worldwide, let me see your w’s (Chorus 2x - Hanz On) Throw ‘em up, turn em over, what it do, what it do Meth Man Murda gonna perish you The WhatI used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick To stop me from that HIV shit And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing Biggie Smalls is the illest Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered "What you talking 'bout Willis?" The thrill is gone, the black Frank White Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes Bitches, I like 'em brainless Guns, I like 'em stainless steel I want the fuckin' Fortune like the Wheel I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty Don't tempt me (T H O D Man) You don't want to fuck with Biggie Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit It's the low killer death trap, yes, I'm a jet black ninja Coming where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, you'se the number one contender Looking cold booty like your pussy in December Nigga stop bitching, button up ya lip and From Method, all you getting is a can of ass whipping Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping Acting as if it can't happen You front and got me mad enough to touch something Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something So what cha want, nigga? Ya punk, nigga I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw Kicking down your goddamn door (And it goes a lil' something like this) Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop And niggas pack the clips, keep on Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew Meth Tical, putting niggas back in I.C.U I'm lifted, troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue No question, I be coming down and shit Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm, I'm not a gentle, man I'm a Method Man Baby, accept it, utmost respect it (Assume the position) Stop, look and listen I spit on your grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens Welcome to my center Honies feel it deep in they placenta Cold as the pole in the winter Far from the inventor but I got this rap shit sewed And when my Mac unloads I'm guaranteed another video Ready to die, why I act that way? Pop duke left Mom duke The fagot took the back way So instead of making hoes suck my dick up I used to do stick-up Cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches It's the Praying Mantis Deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherfucking rap phenomenon Plus (I got more Glocks and techs than you) I make it hot (Nigga, won't even stand next to you) Nigga, touch me, you better bust me Three times in the head Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop And niggas pack the clips, keep on Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop And niggas pack the clips, keep on Drunk Tunes[Intro] Hands up (Hands up) Hands up (Hands up) Hands up (Hands up) Hands up (Hands up) Hands up (Hands up) Hands up (Hands up) Hands up (Hands up) (Go, go) Oh, no-no-no I can't feel my face I need some more energy Give me a shot then I’m goin' out in space (Go, go) Don't need no more, my head’s spinnin' (Go, go) [Chorus] I lost my friends, where are we? (Where are they?) I lost my phone, what happened? (What's goin' on?) I'm drunk, I need assistance (No-no-no) Don't touch me, I'm good (Get off me, I'm good) I lost my car, what happened? These drunk tunes got me trippin’ Take me home, damn, I’m buggin' These drunk tunes got me so high [Pre-Verse: N.O.R.E.] Hey, yo, I’m drunk walkin' outta the club Stopped to show love The people want to flick it for Instagram pictures I'm drunk so my eyes all red in the pictures I'm outta place, bozo face in the pictures [Verse 1: N.O.R.E.] Spread love, crew love, shit, it’s all the same to me I show love, I get love, yup, and that remains to be I'm walkin' to the whip and I'm stumblin' I'm Marshawn Lynch with my limp, I ain't fumblin' I smoked a Marlboro Red, see, I was outta line And late to see my lady, I was outta time I had to be meet her at the Fifi's fish spot A Rafael gave me L and got my wrist hot I used to drink Smirnoff with dope fiends I would babysit my cup, coasting New wave, Soundcloud, always around loud Split a 'rillo, armadillo Shot up the armored hero [Chorus] I lost my friends, where are we? (Where are they?) I lost my phone, what happened? (What's goin' on?) I'm drunk, I need assistance (No-no-no) Don't touch me, I'm good (Get off me, I'm good) I lost my car, what happened? These drunk tunes got me trippin' Take me home, damn, I'm buggin' These drunk tunes got me so high [Pre-Verse: Method Man] Hey, yo, I'm drunk, throwin' up in the club In addition, I ain't know what they was slippin' in them drinks I was sippin' I didn't think, prob'ly somethin' pink, I was slippin' Last time I woke up in the clink, I was trippin' [Verse 2: Method Man] One drink, two drink, three, it ain't a thing to me I shows up then leave tore up, ain't nothin' changery One too many Kamikazes, I'm a zombie Stumblin' out the party, I was duckin' paparazzi I shoulda skipped last call and hit the herb spot Or hit the studio, maybe, because this verse hot My first shot, my bird hot, by the third shot Curved the THOT, the thirst real but her purse not My attitude is out the world, I'm a star Plus a rhymin' alcoholic, ask the girl behind the bar The opps can't call it, they ain't havin' a prob' Honey workin' on the tan, they nabbin' the jar [Chorus] I lost my friends, where are we? (Where are they?) I lost my phone, what happened? (What's goin' on?) I'm drunk, I need assistance (No-no-no) Don't touch me, I'm good (Get off me, I'm good) I lost my car, what happened? These drunk tunes got me trippin' Take me home, damn, I'm buggin' These drunk tunes got me so high [Verse 3: Joe Young] Yo, don't talk to me when I'm drunk is what I'm sayin' You okayin'? Mad disrespectful, is we fuckin' or you stayin'? Nights like this, I never know what I might pull The bud got me high, I'ma Vodka and Red Bull I'm on a level that could be dangerous to most Champagne to the face, need no glass, fuck a toast Keep them shots comin', keep the liquor runnin' After hours spot jumpin', we might be into somethin' We havin' a good time, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' The Lab in this bitch, eight guns, we ain't bluffin' Don't be mad, she belong to the world stock, cuffin' She in the middle of the dance floor like her muffin needs stuffin' I got the oven, I'ma serve the plate Tried the number with no debate Poppin' mad bands for a nigga, shake that cake Make that shit quake and watch it drop for a mother fucker She ride the wave like it's some props in this mother fucker [Chorus] I lost my friends, where are we? (Where are they?) I lost my phone, what happened? (What's goin' on?) I'm drunk, I need assistance (No-no-no) Don't touch me, I'm good (Get off me, I'm good) I lost my car, what happened? These drunk tunes got me trippin' Take me home, damn, I'm buggin' These drunk tunes got me so high [Outro: N.O.R.E.] Go (Go, go) Go (Go, go) Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Go (Go, go) Go (Go, go) Go (Go, go) Put your hands up Go (Go, go) Go (Go, go) Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Go (Go, go) Go (Go, go) Put your hands up Go (Go, go) Go (Go, go) Kill Different[Verse 1: Method Man] Welcome back to the Meth Lab, hah Now I'm back in that meth bag Rappers, I'm revokin' they guest pass I'm sayin' they just trash Stripes and polka dots, we just clash I'm here to issue challenge, y'all red flag No Malice, I'm just bad The Crips'll Pusha T and your head back Go slap you in your head like, "go 'head, rap" But movin' ahead 'fact, a head-shot to see where they head at That means I'm tryna get it like head scratch Get it? No head scratch Ratchets and a P-L-O head wrap These snitches, I don't know if them head tats or stitches You preach, I'ma little vicious while I'm freakin' your little misses No biscuits but I'm all in that Bisquick Hoes jump in your business Groupie dudes jump in your pictures They mother's like, "Please, Jesus, come fix it" Lord, them built different Put hands on 'em, I'ma feel different Take the S out of skill like kill different [Chorus: Hanz On] Yeah, kill, kill-kill, kill-kill We gon' get this money 'cause the paper kill different Fuckin' game, nigga-game, nigga Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill Let him kill himself 'cause the car peels different Fuckin' game, nigga-game, nigga Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill Yeah, we gon' reach the top 'cause success appeals different Fuckin' game, nigga-game, nigga Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill We gon' get this money 'cause the paper kill different [Verse 2: Raekwon] Hear me out, my zeal is ill, hunnid percent Fly, cut cloth, it's like the baddest bitch in Brazil We know what it feels That's why we be composed and drill And keep our whizzes hittin' the hills Take this mill, gladly I feel a mode of hate, I'll hold you with steel Everything else we gotta build Blow a bill, facts be real Stay away from the snakes, they eels They live in swamps near the fields I be on chill, can't call it no other way Watchin' Netflix and Breakin' Bad bills Pumpin' krills back in 1980 fills FILA suits and grills Don't get caught, caught-up on the corners I'm only here to warn ya, let's just be real Feel a hustler's reign with the ambition to make a hunnid bills Stackin' money, talk to bosses Stay hun' mills', remember Chef one Blow hills, yeah [Chorus: Hanz On] Yeah, kill, kill-kill, kill-kill We gon' get this money 'cause the paper kill different Fuckin' game, nigga-game, nigga Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill Let him kill himself 'cause the car peels different Fuckin' game, nigga-game, nigga Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill Yeah, we gon' reach the top 'cause success appeals different Fuckin' game, nigga-game, nigga Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill We gon' get this money 'cause the paper kill different [Outro: Raekwon] Louis Rich, nigga It's not no mother fuckin' game, nigga We very strong over here Paid our mother fuckin' dues, nigga That's right Meth Lab, nigga Hanz Stallion Ticallion Stallion, I call him that, nigga That's a horse, that's a race horse right there, boy You know what we do, nigga Been on our Ferrari shit, nigga Been on our fuckin' motor vehicle fly shit, nigga The Lab[Intro: Spank] Yeah, oh Yeah Yeah Yeah [Chorus: Spank] We comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab Bitch, we comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab We comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab Bitch, we comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab Part two [Verse 1: Spank] We got the city on smash, the game is really on smash I set up shop with the shot, and got to gettin' this cash I put the work in the pot and let it go Anybody and they momma who coppin' already know Ike love, I'm in the city, I'm dolo From New Yitty, it's YOLO Keep it under the Polo, them people takin' them photos Me and Methical hit the work, extra got the Lexus out Really runnin' wild, hit the exits with them weapons out Rain on them bitches I take the train with some bitches who keep it tucked in they pussy A fair exchange when we hit'cha Put the frame in the picture No picture frames in my circle Niggas goin' in early like they done gave 'em a curfew Said, run for the money, run for it You either gonna slump for the money, slump for it I got a little pretty bitch about to come for it And if you try to come for her, she gon' dump for it, nigga [Chorus: Spank] We comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab Bitch, we comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab We comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab Bitch, we comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab Part two [Verse 2: Method Man] I got blunts in a pocket, a half a zip in my sock Got rappers eatin' my garbage like I ain't spit in the pot We put the lid to your top and let it blow Anybody from the Island that's poppin' already know Meth Lab and we back with them cookers I'm out the door with the cook-up The quiet life and I keep it private, don't like it, then pull-up It's like whatever now Tighter then them fits that they be wearin' now Methidcal, they tryna touch the kid? You some pedophiles Who is you kiddin'? See, I ain't losin', I'm winnin' I'm the coop with a pigeon, don't care 'bout who we offendin' A lot of you is pretendin', I mean the proof in the puddin' I'm at the stove in your kitchen, see, that's the proof that I'm cookin' Me and Spank keep it pushin' and while the pushin' is good I'm tryna get me some cookies, the kind you put in a wood See, I ain't stressin' you rookies like I should I'm just sayin', ain't no place for no rookies in my hood And- [Chorus: Spank] We comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab Bitch, we comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab We comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab Bitch, we comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab Part two Uh Symphony[Verse 1: Method Man] I’m that OG, some of y’all know me I used to cop greens from 4G, nickels, dimes and oz’s I’m like Thor’s brother, so low key I might swing a hammer, provoke me Put a shooter where Ko - be Tell ya like somebody done told me Never trust nobody who owe me and any wife is a trophy If Meth the mortician, you know that shovel is on me To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely [Verse 2: Kash Verrazano] I’m all about the Benjis But that bring jealousy and envy Don’t trust niggas, they smile it seems friendly I’ll be damned if I pass up It’s for bricks when I mask up and run down On em to get my cash up Cash Verrazano J Reeds is getting lined up Sam Rothstein when I lean slump with the 9 tucked Come and take a trip to the dark side Fuck around with pigs, they gonna find your body hog-tied No guys saying they neutral but playing both sides Homicide housing young cartel with dope tides Your boy ain’t playing a little Have em engraving a tombstone with your name in the middle [Verse 3: Carlton Fisk] Fugitive on the run, felony warrants The police, kicking doors, question all the informants Carlo, feeling like the war’s on and I’m running through Hell Blunt in my mouth, gasoline draws on Vocals, got a laser beam, no other option for you Die or embrace the team, offers that you can’t refuse Handz On music, motherfucker, yeah say it with me Now get your smart phone hater and take a picture with me Consigliere, no phones, Jimmy whisper to me Ride ’til I win the war, Cops put a clip in me Carlo’s, got killers on the payroll, Killers on the lay-low Killers that will kill when I say so [Verse 4: Hanz On] There’s a war going on outside, nobodies safe from I gotta get this money now, we gon’ take some A politicing with these clowns, bout to shake something I’m gonna hit em with the pounds, that’ll break something Y’all better run and get your boots time tight black Y’all fornicating with this money, get your life rap Straight music, motherfucker cause it’s like that I come and hit em in the dark, call it nightcap And I be fucking with the starks, he my ace boon Don’t let us catch you in these parts or we gon' bake rooms And yo them cats you running with, yo they some fake goons I’m bout to sweep em in the finals, gonna shake brooms The situations getting chunky, tension mad thick Like you could cut it with a knife, cloak and dag’ shit Hanz baby, PLO on some Arab shit My killahs coming with them cannons, bout to blast shit [Verse 5: Streetlife] Streetlife chip off the old block, the hard rock Apply pressure to your neck ’til your heart stops Got ‘em all lean like codeine, microphone fiend I’m an addict, I’m addicted to rap cream New day is dawning but I’m stuck in my old ways Gave you fair warning, I’m reloading, okay? I ain’t gotta say it’s on, pop up at your front door Early morning, guns drawn, like ding dong [Verse 6: Killa Sin] Cash, I get it up, my niggas, I can’t get enough Won’t stop rocking ’til I’m sitting up on Diddy bucks A semi tuckin, witty fucker, picture getting city stuck This city buck is sick of flipper, motherfuckin’ city bus Big whip, coasting, throat stroking, slow motion Slow groove, so smooth, old school, Billy Ocean Caribbean Queen, mean body, Dereon jeans Cherry bomb, the way she blow me, she like [?] dreams Enough with the petty con schemes, I need Enron cream Short minute before I end up with that Benz on lean Elements[Method Man] (There...there?) One more gain Yo, uh huh uh huh Staar Surround sounder, blunt smokin, remy downer Hip-hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder You get skidawed, undertakin' undergrounders This lyricist, lounge with low, that be lounger Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause Niggas clap now with forty pounders, and fourty-fours Is it all, fair in love with war Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature Low and these niggas love to hate ya Request the henney straight no chaser Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya Now gimme yours [Star] Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars (Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon (Verbs I gather well) ??? data shells My squad camoflauge your wealth Like the bible with parabels With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data That'll tickle you now, but slay you later [Method Man] On this one call me Lee Major Million dollar man, bionic or proffesor chronic Still not a player, I just fuck alot the panty raider Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager Stankin' ass [Polite] Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze I'm startin at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it's just that simple Chorus [All] You better come with your best gun Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on Best to come with your best gun Niggas be rollin', it's all war no fun Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on [Star] Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth Glock We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty fleets This raw rebel got more metal than pop And rock groups, when my Glock shoots the scores settled A ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap Clowns are found flat, face down around the map Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine [Method Man] I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump Body in the trunk, stay in line punk Fuck wit me and mine [Polite] Yo You be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you Never go against my team, they might embarrass you Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed Put your hands up, I'mma put a hole in your paws Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro Two choices, bass off or either die slow We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty dollar Attack the boards, it's like a rotweiler [Method Man] Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at niggas bitin' Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin' Suckin' away from bustin' Yall brothers laugh now and cry later I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass Been burnin' MC's since cookin' class Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot On each block, I'm the remedy, send them back to me After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok Plus we got a problem with the Benz (What's the problem with the Benz) She want the six-hundred, but she ain't got the ends Chorus [All] You better come with your best gun Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on Crooked Letter I[Intro: Streetlife (Method Man)] Ooooh! We have returned Yeah, show you how to flow again (show you how to flow again) It's the rap rule again (hehehehe) Yo, yo.. [Streetlife] (Method Man) Street, Meth, we ride like A.C. and O.J. (y'all niggas crazy!) I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a Loose Link I carry's the Heaterz, always Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways It's that ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead (Me and my Co-D's, about to O.D.) let me procede I'm that O.G., you're not in my league (you know my steez) I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.'s [Method Man] (Streetlife) I rock for all my niggas (I rock for all my niggas) That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here Stat' Land, crooked letter is I, we back, man Harder than a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance Hittin' like a back hand (I slap y'all kids) As if we in a game of spades, and y'all renig' John Blaze, not the clothing, cuz some of that is slum (Son, I'm already knowin') cut they jeans mad young [Hook 2X: Kon Artis] In the Crooked Letter-I, it's do or die Shit, every man fights to stay alive In the Crooked Letter-I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why.. [Method Man] (Streetlife) Stingy with my dough, even stingier with dojia' (Told y'all) You'll never go broke, long as I owe ya Maintain your composure, or party over For stank bitches, who get it, twisted like yoga Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go home (But y'all gotta get the fuck outta here) Who stay "Lo" like Jennifer, won't see me a lot But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox" [Streetlife] (Method Man) We rollin', big truck, sittin' on chrome (twistin' a bone) Talkin' to a bird on the bat phone Zonin', out the area, roamin' The closest you could come to my style, maybe, is clonin' The omen (I'm warnin' you now!) Niggas is holdin' Run up, watch me put one up in your colon Tinseltown town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin' Lambchop niggas is sheep in wolf clothing [Hook 2X] [Streetlife] (Method Man) Beware, danger, shoot off your flares Warn all your dogs (tell 'em we here) The Stat' (we don't bust our guns in the air) Never that, y'all don't come out til the coast is clear (Who you suppose to fear) Street, I fears no one You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun When I start lettin' off (niggas is jettin' off) You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth [Method Man] Double O, 3, long time no see Who mind parts seas, and cause blind to see Some think this industry is just all rhyme and G Then he make it to the door, and he can't find the key Don't know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed If rap wasn't rap no more, what would it be I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the weed... that's that shit [Hook to fade] [Outro: Streetlife (Method Man)] Yeah, Homicide Housing, Loose Linx Carlton Fisk, D.C., rest in peace To the Million Dollar Kid, Y (S.I., N.Y., 10304) Sick eyes, Size 7 Big Nut, what up (Big up to Denaun, good lookin' on the track, nigga Matter fact, I'mma call Staten Island the tri-borough, now on Cuz we'll "tri" any fuckin' thing) Homicide Housing.. (Fuck y'all) Party CrasherIntro: club bouncer Aww shit... not these niggas again! Aiyyo listen! I'm only lettin five of you motherfuckers in here tonight If your man ain't on the guest list He get to the BACK of the fuckin line And you know another motherfuckin thing? I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink In this motherfucker tonight I'm kickin ALL y'all the fuck outta here [Method Man] Uhh Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin death Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the fuck home Check it out uhh Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees Stop playin, you fuckin with me, I push my way in Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch Bouncer nigga lookin like he want war Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah Pattin me down like the law As I stumble in the party Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure Loungin near the bar section, rolled the L And kept steppin, concealed weapon, razor sharp Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin for matches? Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted Took another toke then I passed it, choke! Fantastic, herb ain't no joke Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they asses Got millon dollar broke niggas, that makin passes Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm At last it's, time to step and make her mine Niggas headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids That won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban You know what this is... ("Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there God? Yo that shit'll go RIGHT where my people ain't right now.." "Yo don't touch my shit!") Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's Now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long Before the sirens intervene, the terrotory Can't we all get along, without the ruckus Got big bouncin muh'fuckers, tryin to rush us I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench Of a hell bent environment, the odds against us Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why? Somebody always fuckin it up, killin my high, damn Monkey wrench they whole program, party over By that time I'm dead sober In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone You can tell that they was heat holders Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids Rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin Duke Half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible Like a front page article, Mister Pitiful About a step away now we critical, uhh As I boned out I heard the people shout NIGGAZ, yea cold turn the party out! Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh ( sirens ) The Glide[Intro: Raekwon] Wu-Tang... yeah (what up son) you know It's back to that good ol' thing again, you know? (Pass that, pass that, man) Word up, we do this tremendously (It's on, Rae) word up from staircase to stage Yeah... (yo who that?) You know what it is (Oh shit... that's the Wu niggas man) aiyo [Raekwon] From out the air space, I'm rockin' leather pants in the tenth grade My pen blaze, now we in the wind gate, killin' haze Put this shit back in order, do it like the crack days Stack up, you little niggas back up, your raps suck I demolish a maggot, faggot lines, nigga, you'se a savage But don't never compare me to your wack times I'll smash your hood up, yeah, anybody you call I straight mash out, for cash nigga, put up The Embassy's calling, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Enemies is falling, y'all niggas ain't good enough Now acknowledge the strength, we stand like buildings In the city, raise that rent up, y'all niggas gonna give me, baby Yeah, what, fucker, we stomp niggas out like XUV's Then fuck ya girl in the but-ut Nine rap playboys, see me in the Playboy Mansion With the playboys on, I play rid-ough [Hook: La the Darkman] Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke Disrespect fam, yo ass gon' get smoked We got real money, seven figure deal money I'm in the Samuel Jackson, Time to Kill money [U-God] Yeah, we got them anthems, we handsome and raw All day, cops harass, but we laugh at the law And a fiend got my stash, I blast through your door I caught her with the four, his dame was frozen She loves sniffing coke til her veins is bulging You punk motherfucker, your ribs is frail I've been eating calamari, getting big in jail [La the Darkman] Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke [Method Man] I got that sidedish soup of the day, eye candy With the sweetest love, one bite, your tooth'll decay I'm moving units like I'm moving the yay, and like they say In this business, you either in it, bitch, or you in the way Sky's the limit, I ain't come here to play, or come to shit where I lay Who in that six blunt, clipping his tray Sippin' some Ice Water, dipping with Rae Tipping these tricks, dripping for pay And knowing half them bitches is gay T.M.I. blowing tree in sky, we on the job So be abvised, that wack niggas, needn't apply S.I., represent til we die, this track is pitching to fry Enter the Dragon, I be spitting that fire Keep ya balls off, so calling you dogs off Cuz word to these jeans, hanging off of my ass, I never fall off The sensei, with this pen I slay Pick up a queen in Miami, then get M.I.A., John Blaze, bitch [Hook 2X] Walk On[Intro: sample (Method Man)] "Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Method Man] It's Meth, back on that old shit Pick my ho's with the same finger I pick my nose with These flows get, hotter than most chicks, get the picture I'm focused, got nothing but cock for cock-roaches, bitch, I'm gone before you noticed Ducking these coppers, try'nna make the coldest Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola From all these stations and record labels, they killing culture, tell 'em niggas "Walk on" [Verse 2: Redman] Yo, I blow ya minds, like Kurt Cobain My block is hot like Lil' Wayne, I'll pop ya little chain I'm ready, hip hop is not gon' be the same Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change Nigga, I ain't scared, boy, yes sir If I wasn't a beast, you niggas wouldn't whisper I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self, I'm getting paid daily Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga "Walk on" [Verse 3: Method Man] Huh, now go say that I don't quiver, and any chick Caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger Yeah, I tell the people, like I told RZA Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggas can top me So bounce you foes and pull ya shoes up, nigga "Walk on" [Verse 4: Redman] Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga Recognize, like Sam Sneed'll "back down" You sick and tired of wack niggas, then act now I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House Give you a whole clip, turn your ruby glitter out, nigga "Walk on" [Verse 5: Method Man] And beat ya feet up, I'm sick with these dice, so put ya g's up Then back a lighter tree, about to get the energy up I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker Will win, and then "key" your car like Alicia Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma catch and meet ya Might spill a thong, but still a don, still got Love, for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on "Walk on" [Verse 6: Redman] Allow me to reintroduce -- nah, I don't need it If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it Hop in the 4 of ya 7, black two-seater Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really? You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood And when you mimick me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga "Walk on" Intro[Intro: sample] Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal (well speak your mind then) Ok, I will, no one has the right to tell me what I can do with my own body What I can eat, drink or smoke, this is a free country And no one can take away my constitutional rights Hey man, can you put me on and I can say anything I want Is that what I need to do? (Yea) Then why isin't alcohol made illegal? Why isin't that While you drinking it, it hang on and disposes your liver Besides that, it's a habitat for alcohol Besides that, cigarettes are much worse than pot No one ever got killed by pot (you tell 'em, you tell 'em) God damn it, man, everything, you can get us anything you want (Anything you want, marijuana legal Make marijuana legal, what's so bad anyway What's so bad about feeling good? There's nothing wrong with blowing crack, yea!) Stop, look & listen, guess who coming up? And y'all was dumb enough to think that Method's number's up Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks Can sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a honey Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know what up See we them niggas, ain't no ho in us, the flow is nuts I'm off the meter, momma wished that I was off the reefer But, for now, I got this game up in the cobra clutch Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut Nigga, trust, I got that Killa up What y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya When half ya niggas posing similar, yea Ladies and gents, I think this game need a enema, yea It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you tripping Like somebody tied together your shoestring, now listen I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma Y'all niggas is throwing rocks with glass armor Fuck the court system, pleading the fifth And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my lips I'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and shit They ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids [Hook: Method Man] And if you don't know where I'm coming from, never know where I be in Most likely, where ya start at'll be the place where you eating And anybody hating on him, hating on them That's right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers [Outro: Method Man] How could you ever say that I'm washed up When I'm the dirtiest thing in sight 4:21... The Day After 4 Ever[Hook: Megan Rochell] We both know, that our love will grow And forever, will be you and me... [Method Man] Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only That don't fuss or fuck around on me, or leave me lonely Not just a honey, but a homey, just wanna hold me Cuz she got alotta love for me, and put it on me If I need that, plus she understand me when I beat that It's sweet like candy, this time, I might just eat that You steal my heart, sweetheart, then you can keep that Let's bar hop and find us a spot where we can chief at Push the seats back, you got the kinda body niggas beep at Try to speak at, but get no feedback Sophisticated, Miss Highly Edumicated Living well, lady that made it, type of woman you stay with [Hook] [Method Man] Give me a queen that respects a "king", just like Coretta Get everything except the ring, for worse or better Even through the stormy weather, rain, sleet, snow Whatever, see if it go down, we go together Like Twix bars, ain't no problem that we can't fix, ma You ain't gotta sugar my tank, or key the kid car Cuz broken hearts leave big scars, when emotions get hit hard Niggas get drunk and hit the strip bar But that ain't even ya man's style, even back as a manchild That's where I stood, and where I stand now I'm throwing rocks at your window pane Trying to bang, girl, like injure pain, you know the game [Hook] [Megan Rochell] No matter what we go through (what we go through) I'll be there for you (there for you) I'll never let you down, I'll just hold you down, oh-oooh No matter where we be (where we be) I'll do it all again (all again) The ups and down, I'll hold you down, oh-oooh [Method Man] Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only She don't fuss or fuck around on me, or leave me lonely Not just a honey, but a homey, just wanna hold me Cuz she got alotta love for me, and now I gotta Lotta love for her, might even take a slug for her And everywhere we go, pull out that red rug for her Yeah, them back rubs in the bathtub, got me cleaning my act up I'm ready to shack up, now that's love [Megan Rochell] Nobody can love you like me boy I'll promise to be your only girl Don't ever leave, just stay You will be down for me, anyway Ahhhhhhhhhh, you and me together, baby [Hook] Tease[Intro: Method Man] Uh huh, No I.D It's another one right here, I love women Know why (why nigga?) cause they love me back Come on, come on, come on, come on, (come on) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1 - Method Man] Now that I got you in the mood, it's way past time ya shook dude Cause I'm the best thing since cooked food Holler at your frog, I'll be at the lily pad near the log And let me drop it off in them drawers Baby doll, hood ? with sugar walls That talk back to ya like, nigga you shoulda called Word, the kid got a thing for big curves Might find him down on Sesame Street with big birds Big pimpin', all dames is all game So fine with her beautiful mind, she all brain A head docter, get it poppin' like Reddenbacher Chicks call me gravel pit dick, the bed rocker Big John Studda, motherfuck who fuck mother Gots you covered like Magnum XL rubber Easy does ya, but we never love her Ya down for the get down girls, go work at Dubya's ohhhh [Hook: Chinky] Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me [Verse 2: Method Man] Hey ladies, oh baby, ya all crazy And freaks for some grade A meat, it's all gravy From sun down to sun up, I stay on the bone Like I'm creeping on the come up, get it, got it, I'm gone Now I got hun, riding shotgun Windows halfway down, cause she a hot one Love it when them chicks pop shit, and pop gum My team cuttin' but we ain't cuppin', finger fuckin' everything cluckin' Baby I'm frostbitten iceberg slim into black women When Three's Company ask pigeon who Jack trippin' Man listen, money slippin, it's honey dippin' And if she come up missin', don't worry she went pimpin' Ya gotta be, down with the cause before ya come Down with the drawers, how many of y'all down with menage Let's make this understood, if it's 3 am and all to the good It don't matter if she hood or she's hollywood, ohhhh [Hook: Chinky] Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me [Interlude: Chinky] What do you expect from me (uh huh, uh huh) I know of those promises, of love and affection (come on, steady good ma) There's something about you, that's got me going (uh huh, uh huh) But is it worth not knowing if you're gonna be around (now, now) [Verse 3: Method Man] Who the fuck is your daddy, and who your king girl Are you unhappily married, don't see no ring girl Soul sister, can't get ya to hell with ya At the players ball, Cinderella lost her Chanel slipper Now that's flavor neighbor, shake what ya momma gave ya Twist, stick and move like Layla, call you mañana later I love the misbehavior, no minor, miss ya major No finer chick can ? God bless the bitch that made ya [Hook: Chinky] Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me [Outro: Method Man and Chinky] Haha, yeah, yeah, the ladies love Big John stud Yeah, get it right, don't get it fucked up Big dick daddy, ride the big sick Caddy All I need now is a chick with a big thick fatty Now go back to doing whatchu was doin, when you was doin' it, gone Gimme one reason, gimme one reason, gimme one reason Gimme one reason, gimme one reason, tell me what comes next for me Method ManChorus: M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man Hey you get off my clooud Let me get raw with my southpaw style Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the buddha Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper Partner, you ain't got no wins in me casa Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up Took one, added seven more now you eight up Get on down wit' your bad self Get on down, listen to the sound, come on Few can ever get this whole commit legit See you all up in my dick But you don't know shit, uh-huh What's your definition of a real emcee From what you dedicated, hey it must be me Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop Give me the green light, and the sign one way Have you had your meth today Huh, move it in, move it out Stick it in, pull it out Shake it up, shake it down Come on down, Meth-Tical Oh I often pray that I will But today I am still Just a... Chorus M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man Rrrappers can't get with the style extra wicked Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it Mic flow show up and try to grab it ? ? I breaks it down, I gets loud for my crowd Filthy, dirty like a worm underground Turn into a crazy early bird, that's my word Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the dirt Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth Other brothers got mad love (?) style for the hood, hey Enter the square if you dare Without a fro, I'm so raw that I'm real I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair And get mine, cuz she love me long time Bartender bring more wine Get in line for the... Chorus M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man Here I am, here I am, the Method Man Wu-Tang, killer bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more 1994, the rugged raw How HighTakin it from the top? Tippy? Tippy? How high? The Ultimate high 'Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture? Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, 'Apocalypse Now', the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggas hit the decks 'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1, lyric at your door Tical bring it to that ass raw Breakin' all the rules like glass jaws Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours Fucka, we don't need no rap tour I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rapture More than you bargained for Tical, that stays open like an all night store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill And end your existence, M-E-T Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts I shift like a clutch with the Ruck Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough Your shit broke down, light your flare Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood squares 6 million ways to die, so I chose Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man, hit me now (Tical) Bitches use to play me, now they can't forget me now Forget me not, I rock the spot, check Glock Empty off a lickin' off a hip hop Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block How you dope when you payed for your Billboard spot? Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor spock smokin' Buddha on a train How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick 'Til my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone We don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin' O Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin' dome piece Plus I got no love for the beast Hailin' from the big East Coast Where niggas pack toast Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats (Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block) (You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped) As I run around with a racist My style was born in the 50 stair cases Dig it, eff a rap critic He talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and Glocks in ya Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic Rollin' blunts an all day habit I get it on like Smif'n'Wes Punks take a sip and test Who split your vest The funk phenomenon I'm bombin' you like Lebanon Blow canals of Panama Just off stamina Styles not to be fucked with, or played with Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those, Section A Bitches Hittin' switches, twistin' wigs with Fat radical mathematical type scriptures I dig up in your planets like Diga Boo, scared you, blew you to smithereens Fuck the marines, I got machines To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine I fly more heads than Continental Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks I breaks 'em up proppa Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya' Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg Look, I got the tools like Rickle To make your mind tickle For the nine nickle (Yo Red, yo Red) Punk ass pussy ass (You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it) Word up Tical, we out (It's over) Y.O.U.[Meth] Traces of lipstick on my collar Baby you got to do some more to get this last dollar Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'ma follow Lady Medana liketo drink, but she don't like to swallow Rockin' that Prada, Honey stay up in the beauty parlor Girl it would be my honour, make you my babymomma Holler she hella proper, fuck with tha dumbin' cousin Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin' buckin' Suckin' then finga-fuckin', then let me show you somethin' I'll knock the stuffin' off that English Muffin Can't tell me nuthin', uhn uhn Pushin' yo' panty botton when I'm stuckin' All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you nasty [Redman] Yo' I get it on poppin' Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers Suckin' your mouth with a torn stockin' Rapped around and knockin' , I'm creepin' when you parkin' Shoot out the lights, darken the area, then hop in Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the plottin' Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough Shoppin' in rotten--New York, first flockin' Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they leave the parking Niggas unforgetable can be forgotten Doc and Meth entering the top ten! Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin' Only raw choppin', it's metaphores, so cops can stop watchin' I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em Renovate your appartment, when these two things barkin' My Mackamichi knockin', bougie hoes be spottin' on they tampons I get 'em drippin' like Licky Falls [Chorus]: Redman, [Meth] Now who a bitch nigga?! [Now who a snitch nigga?!] Now who the shit nigga?! [Now who the sick nigga?!] Now who you with nigga?! [With who you with nigga?!] Who rock shit nigga?! [Who pop shit nigga?!] [Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! [Redman] I figured it out: ya'll niggas ain't as big as yo' mouth My street-value well it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch When I bust titties come out No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out Son's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya goose Buckle yo shoes, cuffle my boots, fuckin' with you Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana Marijuana got bitches on they knees in they Gabbanas Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the bombin' Holla the drama, fire two in ya armor Ya pigeon betta call ma, the ice is a honor Twin help me lift her arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma Even dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty [Meth] Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance Ain't go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin' Come mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin' I ain't the one for trickin', on anybody kickin' Rippin' these compositions, scrippin' them paper-written Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm force spittin' Shittin' like 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin' Chattin' like Joe gettin' All in the zone settin' it off like Big Daddy And ain't no half-steppin'...I keep reppin' Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin' Duckin' my Smith & Wessum , trashin' the Meth and catchin' Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty [Chorus] Who I’m Iz[Intro: Method Man] You know it, just like before, muthafucka It ain't never went no where, we still drink forties Still got niggas that'll whip that ass for me, come on The real way... yeah... another Rockwilder joint Up in your muthafuckin' mouth, nigga... Come on... put my fucking dicks in they mouth I ain't playing with ya'll niggas, come on, come on Come on, God damn, hit with the... with my what? God damn, with the what? Huh, muthafucka, mutha -- yo, yo [Method Man] I'm anti-everything, ya'll niggas is for Eat up everything on my plate, then eat yours Ain't got no table manners, I disrespect the law Off that 99 bananas, disconnect a jaw Throw your muthafucking hands up, never comb my hair Never pull my pants up, I keep it cracking For the whole borough of Staten Got to keep it ugly, bloody sanitary napkins Catch me on the 14th of February, actin' Like I got no love for this whole world, smashing Anybody asking, no questions, and answer Pop another X for the extravaganza Bong bong, can't nobody fuck around with John John Take you rappers on and your man with them pom-pom From Vietnam, from the phenom, forever mo', back like before You see my Clan, see my M.O, act like you know [Hook: Method Man] Who I'm is, at your crib, with his bad ass kids Who I'm is, fuck ya'll nigs, we get down like this Who I'm is, the phenom, them niggas can't live Who I'm is, we ain't got shit, something got to give Watch ya step, kid (huh), watch ya step, kid (muthafucka) Watch ya step, kid, watch ya step, kid (come on) Watch ya step, kid (yeah yeah), watch ya step, kid (yo yo) Watch ya step, kid, watch ya step, kid (cook a bag of 'dro) [Method Man] My middle name Mud, dirty water flow Leave a ring around the tub, grimy mothafuck Kid, I don't give a what, if you feel like I feel Throw that third finger up to the sky like such Follow this, funky like some staircase piss Take a wish, breeze you when your track run sniff Off the snow, that's the only way I can grow We them kids in the back, yelling "wack", at the show Looky here, I'm steppin' to the game, like it's my rookie year Home court advantage, two blunts, one beer Beware, I'm from a place, where They pop for that CREAM and that bling bling, yeah Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't mothafucking care So react like I'm strapped, keep your hands in the air Pain is the game, and it's full contact I ain't got to say my name, let the whole world ask [Hook] [Method Man] Ayo, Rockwilder, this beat is off the dog collar Hit Ja Rule at D36 tell him to holla At your nigga, murderous flow that I deliver Consider this M.C.'s last chance to reconsider Their future, cuz ain't no future in fronting My crew need something cuz we ain't used to nothing The hardest M.C.'s rock the hardest production Dick stay hard all day like when we fucking Meth with the F.C., my disk's in the decks Like the clip in the tech, and we risking your neck If you fixing to flex, come in, pour out some liquor For your dead homey, ya'll still acting like ya'll know me [Hook] P.L.O. (Remix)[Intro] Ch'yeah Uh huh It's the remix, mother fucker! Yes, sir! PLO [Chorus: Lounge Lo & Hue Hef] Where you think he got it from? PLO (PLO) Lights be so melodic at the PLO (PLO) PLO (PLO), PLO (PLO) They'll be a buncha killers at the PLO (PLO) Where you think he got it from? PLO (PLO) Yeah Come and dig your pockets at the PLO (PLO) A new generation, we still out there gettin' money PLO (PLO), PLO (PLO) Look, look Raised me from the slums now I'm CEO (CEO) Yeah [Verse 1: Hue Hef] You heard PLO style, nigga, I'm back again (Okay) They told you G Bully be well in love with them Africans (Facts) Heffner back on that shit, I guess they mad again (Aw shit) Get crazy on the records, I tear 'em down when I'm battlin' (Yeah) Come and off your re-up Hit the strip, I drop a bomb in thirty minutes like I'm North Korea (Sheesh) It take a lot to beat us (Yeah), you better join us (Uh) You still keep lookouts on the corner, they be on us I still rep the PLO like I'm Arafat (Uh huh) Crazy like a terrorist, hella, pitch it, then I'ma clap (Blap) Pull the trigga on any jigga, you fade to black This a liberation, they tried to take it, we took it back [Verse 2: Hanz On] That's where the trappers go and post the clocks Bacon, egg, and cheese, then it's off to get this gaup (Let's go) Mr. Barker gray and he ain't never gon' stop (Uh huh) Seen it from the bottom, everything look like the top I swear to God, Park Hill made 'em, broke the mold (Yup) Solidify 'em, niggas frontin' on him, he reload (Reload) It's all about the work, money, never 'bout them hoes (Nope) Frontin' on a Staten, get your fuckery exposed (Fuckery) Frontin' on a Staten, we dismantle niggas, facts Fuck them niggas rattin', we should kill a couple stacks My people, are you with me? Where the fuck my hittas at? Park Hill lives on, still I lay 'em flat (Park Hill) [Chorus: Lounge Lo] Where you think he got it from? PLO (PLO) Lights be so melodic at the PLO (PLO) PLO (PLO), PLO (PLO) They'll be a buncha killers at the PLO (PLO) Where you think he got it from? PLO (PLO) Come and dig your pockets at the PLO (PLO) PLO (PLO), PLO (PLO) Raised me from the slums now I'm CEO (CEO) [Verse 3: Streetlife] PLO style buddah monks with the Dutch Master blunts Hashtag Fuck Donald Trump (Ha) Momma didn't raise no punk, tough love (Tough love) If push come to shove, nigga, I don't budge (Don't budge) This is what I does, I'm a born G (Born G) Check my DNA, all in the family Park Hillian, thoughts covered like an Arabian Titanum nod pointed at your cranium Criminal minds and verse, no compromisin' It's kill or be killed, no silver linin' Thin line, life or death, Bruce co-signin' Bottom line, dollar signs, gimmie mine [Verse 4: Method Man] PLO style, Mr. Meth, Staten Isle Still got shotguns to slam up in your chest piece, blow (Ha) We hot son, you could catch a hot one now And I'ma keep kickin' doors 'til we knock one down These rappers throwin' flags, they should be throwin' in the towel (Towel) Honey showin' me her pat I'm tryna throw it in her mouth (Ha) In fact, I'm throwin' bows like they throw 'em in the south Arm and Hammer, nothin' like the bakin' soda in your house Y'all don't really know what PLO about (About) Y'all just shoot box money to a CEO account (Ha) Put millions in the bank, roll a C-Lo and I'm out I be steppin' on these rappers like a kilo in the drought [Verse 5: Lounge Lo] I run through, the killer, high tops with the sweats on PLO boomers they lie and get they wreck on (Uh huh) Park Hill, my squad ill, you know the set strong It's the god damn, god damn up on this Meth song (Right) I'm from the oob building, yeah, where they bet wrong Sell crack, diss cats, yeah, boy, TEC long (Ha) I know you happy that that real nigga Tech gone Schoolboy load my flow y'all niggas slept on (Psh) Right, I'm in the elevator, lights out Get to the fourth floor, take a nigga life out (Ha) Hanz On, my man's on, no whiteout Meth Lab 2, the water team, we ride out [Chorus: Lounge Lo] Where you think he got it from? PLO (PLO) Lights be so melodic at the PLO (PLO) PLO (PLO), PLO (PLO) They'll be a buncha killers at the PLO (PLO) Where you think he got it from? PLO (PLO) Come and dig your pockets at the PLO (PLO) PLO (PLO), PLO (PLO) Raised me from the slums now I'm CEO (CEO) Back Blockz[Intro: Youngin] Huh? Huh? Huh? Ha! [Chorus: Youngin] Young nigga jookin' on the back block (Back block) In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt) Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot) Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self) By my damn self, out there by my damn self I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self My damn self, I did by my damn self I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self (Ha!) [Verse 1: Cardi Express] Break a moment of silence I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it Niggas sendin' threats, it's only right that I'ma hold 'em to it I ain't scared, I fear for whoever say they owned up to it We don't hold grudges, they just shootin' 'cause I told 'em, "Do it" Say the wrong name and now he goin' on a killin' spree Get it playin' cutthroat, they don't wanna deal with me I got 'em creepin' wit' these murderer intentions Your hood is full of pussy, I be on it when the shift end I'm close to the edge, so why you guys pushin'? (Woo) Ten thousand strong, Leonidas got his life tookin' (Uh huh) They say it's good to grieve on a full stomach Droppin' the audacity of hope is what the hood wanted Tryna figure out what's acceptable The man behind the Cardigan, that album is impeccable My niggas got the loud homie, if it's stressin' you We lampin' in the isles, bring the papers and the Method through [Segue: Method Man] It's family, nigga, break 'em Just when you thought you had all the answers We changed the fuckin' question [Chorus: Youngin] Young nigga jookin' on the back block (Back block) In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt) Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot) Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self) By my damn self, out there by my damn self I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self My damn self, I did by my damn self I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self (Ha!) [Verse 2: F.R.E.A.K.] I'm writin' scriptures, but they'll never quote it I'll always tote it for any nigga who say he want it A moment, 'cause my father never claimed a fool A full breed in a pit of bulls We ain't got shit to prove (Facts) I know some niggas who can't read but they can stitch a bone I'm laughin' at you niggas flippin' rules My uncle Carl told me stick and move It's young F.R.E.A.K. though Got these niggas tuckin' they chains like I was Deebo Ran through the Carter like Nino, just me and Geek though On the set I'm sendin' 'em slugs to free my 'migos (Shee) This back block deserted like Baghdad I'll be damned if they flash cash Reps comin' equipped wit' a gas mask See a killer but don't push me (Nah) and cash rules I'm outta my mind, play with my grind, I'm on my bully (Shee) See when y'all was tellin' stories 'round the campfire We was havin' shootouts, my whole camp fired [Chorus: Youngin] Young nigga jookin' on the back block (Back block) In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt) Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot) Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self) By my damn self, out there by my damn self I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self My damn self, I did by my damn self I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self (Ha!) [Verse 3: Method Man] Another day in the life Uncle Meth but this time I brought the family in Murder was the case, you can't relate? Then you ain't family then (Nuh-uh) Not even a cousin, Auntie Em or even family friend Plan we in come with the ratchets, we some handymen Got my nephew in the Uber with them shooters Got my dawg on Eukanuba, put a shot through your medulla I don't hate you moolies, just an addict for the moolah To my cash rulers, never give a package to a user (Nah) That's my position, opposition can't maneuver That's a clue to why I'm sittin' in position to manure (Pfft) No Kamasutra, get your karma, you basura I mean garbage and there's clearly nothin' promised in your future Look at this old head drippin' on a back block (Back block) Rich, workin', like he whippin' up a crack rock (Crack rock) Fresh out the pot, pack flippin', make the trap hot And the family hustle kinda tiny but the stack not [Chorus: Youngin] Young nigga jookin' on the back block (Back block) In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt) Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot) Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self) By my damn self, out there by my damn self I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self My damn self, I did by my damn self I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self (Ha!) I’ll Be There For You / You’re All I Need To Get By (Puff Daddy Mix)Rugged style, it's enough to make a hardrock smile Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- check Tical You're all, I need To get by, ahhhhh You're all, I need To get by, ahhhhh Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things that's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nothin You made a brother feel like he was somethin That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay" Now that's real to a brother like me baby Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we Be livin in the effin lap of luxury I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit me But you did, now I'm going all out kid And I got mad love to give, you my nigga Like sweet morning dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny With you I'll spend my time I'll dedicate my life I'll sacrifice for you Dedicate my life for you I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home Even if I'm locked up North you in the world Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo It be true me for you that's how it is I be your Noah, you be my Wiz I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please Be on another level of planning, of understanding The bond between man and woman, and child The highest elevation, cuz we above All that romance crap, just show your love I'm sick of police Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all And you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the - Tical! Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical! Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical Mary J. raw, and Meth-Tical (Like sweet morning dew) Yeah yeah (I took one look at you) cootie in the chair, Tical (And it was plain to see) Cheeba cheeba y'all (You were my destiny, baby) Cheeba cheeba y'all Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah What's that shit that they be smoking? No romance without finance for now Baby, please, ninety-five Ticallion Stallion, ha ha, ha ha Man woman and child, yeah (Anything you need, anything you need) Ice Cream Man[Intro] Ice cream! Ice cream! Mom! Throw down some money! The ice cream man is coming! [Verse 1: Method Man] Brothers don't know how to flow, like "oh Shit, I can dip I'm a hip hop pro" Who wanna get fucked, the hunt that bucks the buck Viva like a squirrel, and get a nut, niggy nut Over huffing, puffing Blow me like down and Inside, outside, bring me back around And bam!, out the fucking sky like shazam! You don't know, I tell you who I am The drifty, shifty Killer rhyme swiftly So much funk, the method true Let's get lifty Not dusted Cause that'll wreck your mental Thus get me flustered, looking Oriental That's when I'm Fu Manchu from the Wu- Tang!, put me in the chamber, now bang Zoom!, to the fucking moon I boom Don't crowd my mic, alright, give me room And I'll show you holmes, how a Meth should be born Cuz when I flip God, I'm as hard as a stone Rolling, rolling, rolling Bitch I'll have them pussy lips swollen! On the trigger Your bigger Now how you figure that My click got more figures Than you got nigga naps And curiosity, what, killed the cat Satisfaction, brought that cat back And I'll come back, as the Attack of the Killer Tomatoes They nothin' in the morning like H.O Yo Got to go, Got to go! Ima stop it And drop it like so! [Hook] Ma! Ma! Throw down some money! The ice cream man is coming! [Verse 2: Method Man] Do ya Do ya Do ya Do ya Do ya Do ya danger! Here comes another Wu-Tang head banger! Straight from the panty, ante, man And brother can you dig it, like my man Digger Dan When I shoot that clip, I be trigger happy, man Never comb my hair, keep it nigga nappy, man Give me a light to spark the bone, true I can be the microphone, one, two, check The Method, make me wanna wreck shit for Wu-Tang squad, keep it hard to the core Midnight hour, fresh out the shower I be man, He-Man, I got the power To get ill, pardon me as I show my skill And still, I got too Real On a lyric, on it, raw deal Then it gets fat I guess it wasn't on the pill Like Cypress Hill said Well "I Could Just Kill A Man" Fill it full of lead, nobody can get iller than The jack mover, word up, it's a stick up Try any fancy moves, you get licked up By the majestic smoker of the method Bone, and I'm known to like Wreck shit well! [Hook/Outro] Half Man Half Amazin’[Pete Rock] To all my Bronx niggas (Yeah!) "And I say right about now get ready to get down To the funky sound of the man they call" "Pete Rock" "and Method Man" [Method Man] Dumbheads, what? Cherryheads.. what? Appleheads, what what what? (Meth-Tical, you know how we do Dunn, yeah Hit it off you know what I mean, like this y'all) P.R., take them to the bridge, uhh! [Chorus: Pete Rock] Float on this magnificient track wise intelligent All-star Jamerican yes the rap vet Reinforce your threat, who got the money to bet Against the number one, holdin down the position Crush the competition with the limited edition Heavy caliber rhyme, shootin down ya peace sign The war's on for real, run grab ya shield Yo Meth, take the steel and let these cats know the deal [Method Man] Style blazin, Iron Lung on this collaboration Money for the takin I ain't sweatin confrontation With P.R.ah, we beez the mens of tomorrow Master, license to kill, bringin the horror To ya house like Amityville, keepin it more than real Niggas ain't supposed to feel, Hot Nicks ya know the deal If you read the resume, gives a fuck what niggas say Timb boots to pave the way, here I come to save the day Yes stoppin the fuckin press, transform to Mister Mef See that logo on my chest, save a damsel in distress Hot shit, in the song, got to Get Until It's Gone Kids wanna get it on get smacked up and shit upon Right til ya prove me wrong, think you can do me hunh? Can't we all just get along, in this modern Babylon? Dueling with my nemesis, layin down laws Don't start if you can't finish it, I'm telling you Pah! Got the power of a meteor shower, comin down On all ya cowards, trickin ya funds and sniffin powders Here we come, straight from the slums, Dynamic Duo son Ghost Rider Jonathan and Soul Brother Number One [Chorus: repeat 2X (sampled and scratched by Rock)] "Sendin this one out.. to my man" - [Prodigy] "Meth-Tical" - [Meth] "Pete Rock" "Half man, half amazin" - [Nas] "Make it hot nigga!" - [Big Pun] "For you!" "KnowhatI'msayin?" - [Prodigy] [Method Man] Leapin tall buildings in a single bound, faster than a round Blastin out a forty pound, y'all niggas fuck around Take that and handle it, Method Man I get Strong with Titantic shit, that means abandon ship Get a life and get a grip, there ain't a problem that I can't fix Transmittin live from Apocalypse And the Cho-co-late, Boy Wonder, my sidekick Cowabunga, these evil doers days are numbered We flexin like the X-Men on rap veteran That be's no question, boy ya need protection son I'm burnin up check the temperature Ya fuckin wit The Last Emperor, Iron Lung dangerous son For all who enter the, 36, Deadliest chambers For all the prejudiced, entertainers There ain't a damn thing you can tell us, bite ya tongue I be the troublesome, don't sleep niggas is holdin son [Pete Rock] Pick em off form long range break em down to small change A New York Giant stand in front of ya ... Squad, what up God, a million to one one odds That you can't stop this bullet I'm like Refrigerator Perry rush right through it and just do it So act like ya knew it, the Mount Vernon/Shaolin fluid The rap committee coming live Through ya city, swing hard like Ken Griffey Gain stats, now who's next up to bat? Knock em out the box, Method Man and Pete Rock Celebrating victory, rap world remedy Take a double dose deadly Deadly kid.. yo! "C'mon!" "One two!" "The numba one set and sound" - [BDP] "Meth-Tical" - [Method] "Pete Rock, this one's for the crew" - [CL Smooth] "Half man, half amazin" - [Nas] "One two!" "The numba one set and sound" - [BDP] "Meth-Tical" - [Method] "on arrival" "Pete Rock, this one's for the crew" - [CL Smooth] "Half man, half amazin" - [Nas (continues to echo to end)] Bridge Boys[Intro: Method Man] Rockness, what up? Ron Browz, what up? Staten Island, what up? Hanz, what up? Apple, what up? Time to go in, hah Ch'yeah [Verse 1: Method Man] Feel the tension when I walk into a room Watch your step and watch your tone, boy, you talkin' to a goon Been a problem since them old heads was snortin' off the spoon Half you rappers gettin' shortbread and offered Lorna Doones Put a ratchet on your forehead, I'm talkin' to baboons I remain a Major Payne if you ain't part of my platoons I'm a warhead, you know, big explosion with the 'shroom It's the sandman, they hopin' I don't show up with the broom That's a sweeper They knockin' at your door, that's the reaper With lead arms all around your head, that's a sleeper Rappers paranoid, that's the reefer I mean if she a bad broad and let you raw dog, that's a keeper My sisters, they don't rock with my dad, my moms either Now I'm here with Rock, I'ma dad with mom's features Ironic, I never make a threat that I couldn't promise Be honest, I'm dope and I ain't never spoke ebonics [Chorus: Kash Verrazano] The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo) Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it) But tell 'em I'm hood famous (But tell 'em I'm hood famous) The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo) Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop One more blunt 'cause I'm faded (Blunt 'cause I'm faded) Just for the niggas that hate it (Niggas that hate it) [Verse 2: Rock] 1010 WINS, hindsight's 20/20 Thirty-thirty up in 40/40, light somethin' ugly It's a fifty-fifty chance niggas gon' die over nothin' Get hit, sit calm, nigga, try somethin' funny Road warrior, Musa almost got locked up abroad Heard you snitchin' on bitches, dude, you locked up a broad Maybe Jamaican fakin' but you would not, no reward Class by myself but I am not no schoolboy I'm not a mama's boy but I am my mama's boy For her, I would gladly go nuts, that's my Almond Joy I ain't no boy scout but your boy scout your boy like a scout and report Put one in your boy's scalp (Boom) Meth'll manhandle your man and you I ain't even gon' let him do that, bo-blap, blam dude Don't get your hands dirty, son Son gon' do his whole fam dirty Word to P and Dirty [Chorus: Kash Verrazano] The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo) Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it) But tell 'em I'm hood famous (But tell 'em I'm hood famous) The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo) Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop One more blunt 'cause I'm faded (Blunt 'cause I'm faded) Just for the niggas that hate it (For the niggas that hate it, yeah) Commerical Break (Impractical Jokers ”Torture”)[Sal Vulcano, Joe Gatto & Brian "Q" Quinn] Yeah, torture, mother fuckers Torture, our version-our version of torture That's right I'll fuckin-I'll fuckin' fuck with your credit score and then I-what? No, no Not the credit score That over the top? Too extreme Is that over the top? Yeah I just got outta debt Alright, so you know what then? I fuckin'-I fuckin'-I fuckin' erase shit off your DVR without you even- No! No? Are you serious? We're saving that stuff! Alright, alright, alright What you got? What do you got? Too much! I'll fuckin'-I'll fuckin' log onto your wifi router and change the password No, you can't do that! Listen, that is a privilege, not a right What is wrong with you? You can do that shit, it's too much! Guys-guys, I got it I'll go to your fuckin' house, I will take you I will fuckin' choke the shit out of you 'til you can't breathe anymore and I'll punch you in your fuckin' face 'til you start bleedin' and bleedin' And I'll take that blood and I'll shove it down your fuckin' throat And I'll rip open your asshole and stick my foot all the way up it That's not bad, that's not bad, that's not bad Torture, mother fucker Rain All Day(Verse 1 – Method Man) Hey. I swear I never change If I’m with you in the sunshine, I’m with when it rains I’ll never switch, I’m still the same Get caught up in the mix, I never snitch or give up game I’m no squealer Police be trying to pick the killers brain Not familiar, that’s why some brothers go against the grain I’m La Familia, I’m hands on But that don’t mean the name I’m tryna fill ya My hands strong, i ain’t trying to take your chain I’m trying to kill ya Orangutan, you monkeys tryna Hang like you’re gorillas I give you Wu-Tang slash gilla The object in the mirror, Mac Miller My method is the illest slash illa I’m trying to get the guap, cash scrilla But whitey only see a crack dealer Michael Jack thriller, this is not The Walking Dead Rapper think he’s Chalky White He get the white chalk instead Meth Lab, killing everything that’s in the way Until the son say (Bridge) The Meth Lab dudes don’t play (Verse 2 – Hanz On) Had these dude thinkin’ damn, when it rains, it pours News flash, Meth back, whole Staten with him Couldn’t come to terms, how they playing with this rap Don’t be understanding all the substance that it lacks Gorilla out the traps, bout to flip Ten years gone probably saw him in the flicks Red tails Belly, motherfucker, was the shit Rap coalition, meth lab, get em lit Yo it’s crazy how these nigga’s try and do it like we did it Careful if you copy end up money on your fitted Side line critics Hate the bully with the Wesson’s I swear to god in heaven, don’t get caught without your weapon Caught without your weapons, it get ugly in a second Sidearms hover like we bought ‘em from The Jetson’s Meth lab, vocab, kill ‘em where they lay Got ‘em sittin’ sayin’ (Bridge) The Meth Lab dudes don’t play (Verse 3 – Dro Pesci) I’m used to the rain, I don’t see the sun too much Nocturnal hustler grinding, holding them drugs too much Bench press my pen, on my fresh pad Just left the crack house, I’m headed to Meth’s lab. The tech jab Cowards in their face when they scheming I bet cash Frown up on their face leave ‘em bleeding, who want’s what? That’s my attitude all day, You snooze, you lose, that’s why I’m making moves all day The tool gonna spray I suggest you stay in your lane Staten niggas ain’t playing, you get banged for your chain I bang with a gang, a poppin mind bangin up thangs Accurate aim, well-trained, angle and range Dismantle your frame, microphones blown into the flames Pesci the name, Professional, perfecting the game I’m wrecking these lanes Sharpshooter killing all day Had these haters say (Bridge) The Meth Lab dudes don’t play SI Vs. Everybody[Intro: Apocalipps] Lyrical terrorism Yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Apocalipps] Me and my niggas, we comtemplate and puff sour How we gon' crash an airplane into the Trump Towers Freedom of speech, go grab your heat, then pump showers Don’t want the money this time because I want the power Fuck tracks, bust nuts through wack condoms Carried the staff for so long, think I got back problems Flow greasy, stack paper so easy This little nigga stay here, open, like Cole Beasley I'm at an all time high, you can't stop the feelin’ If my success make you sick, here's some amoxicillin Six doses, beats is hypnosis Meth Lab is open, bitch, so get focused It's big business, we sellin' them plants And nowadays I got more P's than Kerry Durant And all the smokers called it dope, so we gave it a stamp Dispensaries got stripper poles in case you girls wanna dance One thing you gon' know about Apocalipps (What's that?) Feel I take this whole shit 'cause I’m an optimist You poppin’ shit, then pop a clip, get knocked then lock your lips And if you snitch I'ma hit you in your esophagus So I don’t deal wit'chu Dave and Busters I got an angry little mob that'll smoke all of your dutches Now, keep hatin' thot, eat a sausage Minnesota or Cleveland, I’ma get love regardless And don't nobody get it confused It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool [Chorus: Iron Mic] Yo, we the kings of New York where cash rules (Cash rules) In this game called life, you can't lose (Can't lose) And don't nobody get it confused It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool (What up, what up?) Your better run the receipts, we pay dues (Pay dues) We'll check SI live, we bad news (Bad news) And don't nobody get it confused It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool [Verse 2: Method Man] Yeah, yeah My game patient, it's complicated but so am I Patiently waitin', I Playstation, I'm so NY My foul flavor, one word is blick and I'm fortified Big bully, Michael Jordan wearin' a forty five One in his head, if he ain't dead, he borderline Dope, every rhyme that I say, go 'head and snort a line Sublime, if you didn't know I'm a water sign Whatever floatin' your boat, just know the water mine Stick your toe in, the water's fine, I'm positive And I'm thinkin' positive but I'm thinkin' the problem is (What?) That when I'm thinkin' 'bout opps, I'm thinkin' opposite Plus I still think I'm in my Prime 'cause I'm an Optimus My clan on top of it Gettin' poppin', we poppin' it 'Cause in the spur of the moment wouldn't care, just pop a bitch Meth proposterous S-I, no stoppin' it And once we get the key to the City, boy, we lockin' it [Chorus: Iron Mic] We the kings of New York where cash rules (Cash rules) In this game called life, you can't lose (Can't lose) And don't nobody get it confused It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool (What up, what up?) Your better run the receipts, we pay dues (Pay dues) We'll check SI live, we bad news (Bad news) And don't nobody get it confused It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool [Verse 3: Iron Mic] Yo Don't ever lil' bro me, nigga, I'm big homie On Deck like Inspectah, yup, the weapon on me Do not get confused, we just switched up the hustle Probably took you a minute to get it, all muscle Hit that emoji, these rappers is phoney They'll kill for some of this DNA, but you can't clone me This is God given, hard livin', Mars' vision You new niggas can't really rock to our rhythm Nope, this is massacre music This is Meth Lab, a death jab, let's back into it You tired of the producers dancin' all in the videos (Then what?) Then come to Staten Island you little silly hoes They see me go back, you see Sparks like Omillio Young legend gettin' this young money, a milli, though And I don't throw shots, nigga, I shoot 'em I still white tee, Yankee hat and Timberland boot 'em (Let's go) This is easy work Probably see me in the street promotin' peace, still do you greasy, jerk I been bangin' since Meth was on that stoop with Mary I was loungin' on the low when the hours were scary Everybody was choppin' back and forth 'cross the ferry These bars are one on one, try not to compare me [Interlude] Meth Lab Staten Island vs. Everybody There is no competition [Chorus: Iron Mic] We the kings of New York where cash rules (Cash rules) In this game called life, you can't lose (Can't lose) And don't nobody get it confused It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool (What up, what up?) Your better run the receipts, we pay dues (Pay dues) We'll check S-I live, we bad news (Bad news) And don't nobody get it confused It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool Act Right[Intro] Yeah, that's right everybody get some act right" [Verse 1] Awww shit! Ya know the name Who flip flows like chessboards, there go the games I'm drugs to the brain Even on the 14th of February I ain't got no love for a lame Back doin' my thang, right Livin' the fast life Bitch grab a seat at the bar, get you some act right If that don't do it then rock, lets bring it back like (Damn right everybody get some act right) Ever since I came up, rappers done changed up Put your walking shoes back on and step your game up I'm getting through off the books, rock we banked up Y'all don't think my shit off the hook, then y'all can hang on I'm like a king that's so fresh so clean I leave niggas like black coffee, no cream Come inside the party fuck up the whole scene (That's right everybody get some act right) [Hook] Get up get up, ya know what we came here for What up what up, get your asses out on the floor Come on come on, I've been away for far too long Guess who's back and far too strong for ya niggas (now) We feelin' good tonight, we hittin' 'dro like We gettin money and gettin' honeys that flow like My mic, my clothes, my life, my dough (That's right everybody get some act right) [Verse 2] Ya damned if you do, ya damned if you don't Step inside my Range and get blammed if you want My Clan in the joint, man we got it locked Like whatever niggas got in the bank, I got it stopped Y'all already know of my strength already growin' In this game many may come but few are chosen I don't usually do this, but keep the party going like (Damn right everybody get some act right) I get tips from B.I.G. and Pac when they blastin' the heat If you's a rapper, don't ever ride the passenger seat One to grow on When up shit's creek, you get your roll on Boy I never stop, I go on, so on and so on Rappers can't fuck with me My career's like somebody put glue in your chair and now you're stuck with me I don't use pick up lines, I guess I'm just picky (That's right everybody get some act right) [Hook] [Verse 3] Extra, extra read all about it Who shits they grounded, flies all around it My trees don't doubt it, they green as a salad All American Express I never leave home without it I'll never go pop, Meth Man I'm bout it Whenever I rock, the jam's over crowded I'm never gonna stop, the fans won't allow it (Damn right everybody get some act right) Yo, get it you got it, if you got it then good (There's a lot of rappers rappin' but not a lot of 'em could) I'm that boy in the hood that told Red Riding Hood There ain't nothin' but wars in my neck of the woods So! Who's ready for MC Whoa What's beef? Beef is what I got teeth for I eat up everything on my plate then eat yours like (That's right everybody get some act right) [Hook] [Outro] Stand up! Staten Island, Lond Island get some act right Every borough, New Jersey get some act right Each state, west coast, east coast, dirty south, midwest get some act right If it ain't well, it ain't right If it ain't Meth, it ain't tight So on that note like this, everybody get some act right Ronins[Intro] Come on Ch'yeah Meth, where you at? [Verse 1: Method Man] My flow? Everlastin' My lines? Never lackin' Even on Christmas Eve, I out rhyme whoever rappin' Slime, shoulda tapped in (Uh) But he blind to the facts and, um Whut? Thee Album, track one "Time 4 Sum Aksion" (Haa) Past time for the last time I rhymed in this fashion True Religion, he never thought he'd die in his fashion But I got time today, if you dyin' then ask him (Uh huh) Bars, forensic science, that's if you tryna catch 'em Lord, I think I'm over it, I ain't over here actin' I say it over and over, I ain't overreactin' (Woo) What you picture is death, I'm just closin' the caption Who knows if I'ma blow, I just got my nose in a napkin (Choo) Super Saiyan, technically, I'm electrifyin' To be specific, what I specifically specifyin' See that's progression and I'm especially rectifyin' Any confessions, I don't expect to be testifyin' [Verse 2: Cappadonna] So pure now, killa, ain't nothin' gon' move Meth Lab's back (We're back!), pardon the goons Back in the kitchen with it smellin' of fumes (Smell it!) Charged water, hard crack wit' a spoon Staten Island, straight up, fuck the platoons (Fuck 'em!) Heard the meth heads callin' you Meanwhile it's mumble rappers soundin' kinda foreign (Soundin' foreign!) Find 'em pressed with Molly, tourin' The man deplorin', nah, we never go live We either gettin' live, edit that (Edit that!) Protectin' our guys, get it? Y'all talk about it while we live it Y'all live stream and think you litted Ain't seen a face to face in a minute (Nope) Call 'em exquisite, come and crumble your waves I got that lithium for days Homie, sharpenin' blades, yuh It's Mr. Parker, he get sharper wit' age Be at your door with the beard, I ain't talkin' no raids, fuckers Black mufflers got the cowards afraid We make the situation grave We'll better dismantle your trades, nigga [Verse 3: Masta Killa] This is no glove hittin' the bar, bill open hand, callous slap Rough, ashy knuckles spark, split your face rap The quick loose your tooth jab, the fifty two clap A hunnid rounds backin' 'em down, the house trapped (Uh) We still keep a bat in the back, the the bone crack (Uh) Still spittin' actual facts for bank stacks Cue ball in the sock from the pool rack, snap his neck back Every time I think I'm out, I get pulled back It's like I relapse and catch a flashback I took the contract to kill an emcee (Uh) so masterfully So who better than me since '93 Get you tied to a tree as a target if you wanna be [Verse 4: Hanz On] Yo, I'm a old young nigga (Uh huh), I do it for sure (What?) White Filas, white fitted cherry velour (Uh) I keep hunnies on my side like Al B. Sure (Come on) I throw my chain in the crowd when you see me on tour (Yeah) I'm at The Meth Lab re'in-up, I'm ready to score (Get it) Hanz On, Methical, Cappadonna, it's hardcore (Huh) This ain't a gang sign, naw, homie, it's war (Yeah) Fatigue Timberlands on, camouflage door Sniper team on deck, enemies abort (B-r-r-r-ap) Staten Island, New York Homicide Hillary (Uh huh) The Black X six, heavy artillery (Soo) I'm laughin' at y'all, you rappers is killin' me Pop your wardrobe (Uh), yeah, I do it for love In my block, homie, yeah (What?), they do it for slugs Smacks hands with the homeboy, show that thug (Come on) And never pop nothin' if you can't look 'em in the mug (Homicide) Who Ya Rollin Wit[Intro: Method Man] Uh... what's really good? Yo, yo, yo.. [Method Man] It's the unstoppable, over come any obstacle Ya'll know my flavor, pack more punch than Tropical Any mission possible, do what I gots to do Labels gettin' butterfingers, and next they droppin' you You think you know, but you have no idea The Diary of a Meth Man, what's this I hear? Somebody told ya'll, steppin' in shit was good luck? I got the hood stuck, chh-chh, now give the goods up Ya'll done pushed up, past the point of no return It's Meth's turn, so roll that shit up and let's burn I heard Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms Now that we know, when will the rest learn? Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil, and I don't speak none Everything cool until that heat come Just call my name, and I'll be there Ya'll kids is slum, like the jewelry in Albi Square [Hook: Streetlife (Shawnna)] We drinkin' Henny til we flip, poppin' bottles til we sick All ya'll haters eat a dick (yeah, uh) Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggas and my chicks Tell me who ya'll rollin' with (yeah) [Hook 2X: Streetlife (Method Man)] Method spits fire (Fire!) The roof's on (Fire!) My crew's on (Fire!) [Streetlife] M-E-T, H-O-D.. [Method Man] Man, I'm in the house like foreclosures Talk sober, until some dog gets forced over New York soldiers, be at ease, fall back Never ever, I'm the New Era, like ball caps Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, ya'll want it Ya'll can have it, the problem and answer, I'm all that While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that cabbage Silly rabbit, how many kid's done tricked you on your carrots The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's Magic How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target practice Then let these darts take a stab at it Niggas ain't got it, ain't never had it I jam like L.A. traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel And the passenger seat behind the field It's your boy, physically fit, mentally sick Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm filthy rich [Hook] [Hook 2X w/o "fire" the second time] [Interlude: Method Man] Yeah, ya'll niggas don't know it's a game Until it starts again, let's do it, haha! [Method Man] Six minutes, Method Man, you're on If you thinkin' you gon' slip and be alright, you're wrong You can see me lightin' the bong, while writin' the songs That the crowd, is either singin' to or fightin' along, fightin' along I'm try'nna tell you drugs is not your friends And girlfriend, don't try and front like you got your friend I'm at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn And my chick's a man-eater, she be swallowin' men Aight, live from New York, it's Saturday night I got pipes that drain your confidence, and battery light Aight, mami tight, but she ain't really my type If ya'll don't see me treat her right, then she ain't really my wife When I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin' rules Play with my food, what makes you think I'm playin' with you? This is it, ya'll better come on in, the water's fine Jump on in, let's do it to 'em one more 'gain [Hook] [Hook 2X] [Hook] [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, Ladies Love Big John Studd No doubt, dick up in your mouth We do this shit everyday, I'm in the cut With my main shit stain, Ray-Ray Gutter Butt And we holdin' it down for the whole Staten Island, man Nothin' else but Staten Island, man Ya'll stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah... Peace! Soundcheck(Intro - Hanz On) One more time, not again Do it again. Hanz On music. check check code red (Verse 1 - Method Man) Mr. Meth check check House gang check check Players get ejected out, the game that’s a tec tec Mayweather fight night homie, I’m still you best bet I’m like the homie 2 chains on’me Protect your neck, neck Opposites attract, I got you standing opposite, the mack Cops pursuing, now I am swallowing the crack This ain’t your role model on the track, simple fact This is call of duty, watch my gun nozzle through the map map It’s all about survival where we at That’s the reason why my father kept the rifle plus a bible on his lap Hallelujah, I am playing my position, karma sutra And anybody play me out position ima shoot ya (Chorus - Hanz On) Yo it’s mic check, check Get the Henny bottles check check Lock load, bout to body niggas holla check check Hanz On, is he up & ready, holla check check Big fisk trigger finger steady, holla check check Streetlife, is he bout that feddy holla check check Meth man, is he rollin heavy holla check check Hanz On music, i you with us, holla check check Hanz up, if you bout that dollar, holla check check (Verse 2 - Carlton Fisk) Take it back to Gucci mocks, polo rugby Glocks With 21 shots, I am very dirty money Carlo consigliere, an I’ma cross the Verazzano Where they made a lucky man out of Charlie Luciano I cut from a different material I scratch off the serial numbers, for its time to get rid of you Revenge of Big Den, cocksucker, check check Aim for the face, but his neck next Promises promises, well baby boy, this is not a death threat Organized crime is back with black suits on You know that its on, when i hashtag Hannibal voice (get your boots on) (Chorus - Hanz On) Yo it’s mic check, check Get the Henny bottles check check Lock load, bout to body niggas holla check check Hanz On, is he up & ready, holla check check Big fisk trigger finger steady, holla check check Streetlife, is he bout that feddy holla check check Meth man, is he rollin heavy holla check check Hanz On music, i you with us, holla check check Hanz up, if you bout that dollar, holla check check So Staten(Verse 1 - Method Man) Yo, I’ve been Staten Island since ’85 My thing was rapping, ain’t get a package ’til ’89 That trick jacket, that bomber cracking that baby 9 That drug traffic, sell to your mama and maybe mine I’m so Staten, no need to smack em, no need to shine You and them divas is margaritas You need the lime Follow the leaders, Optimus Prime, follow the heater This just in, I’m a little twisted, you non-believers Richmond county, we get it lit The tooly just a part of the movie, you get a clip It ain’t all Gucci, Louis Vuitton, I’m Louis the fifth That’s a V, if this was Sesame street, V is for Vic I mean victim, stick him, ha ha ha stick him Resisting, I’ll get ya the 16 I’m spittin’ My borough different cause we thorough, efficient Donald Sterling on clipping, I’ll rock your world in addition (Chorus – Hue Hef) I’m so Staten Island You already know how we bang I’m so Staten Island Niggas don’t wanna fuck with my gang Cause my niggas riding and your niggas hiding Everybody talking, I’m stepping with the iron That nigga faded, when I start firing Everybody running, welcome to the island I’m from SI (Verse 2 - Hanz On) Walk light dead wrong when you cross that bridge I got the park hill shooters, barracudas, you dig? Bout 100 on ya fitted, Staten Island, we back I said we back for this music and the mission is rap Coalitions, yo they technicians, hammers is locked Yo they loaded when they fire, you can hear it for blocks Hands on nothing pretty, yo my city be New Yiddy We are from crack sales, dumb travel with them semi’s Got the coke cooking stashes in the ceiling In fact, see if it’s wires on em so that all these killers relax Don’t move, hypothetically you better not blink Meth Lab, Staten Island, fuck with all of y’all day (Chorus – Hue Hef) I’m so Staten Island You already know how we bang I’m so Staten Island Niggas don’t wanna fuck with my gang Cause my niggas riding and your niggas hiding Everybody talking, I’m stepping with the iron That nigga faded, when I start firing Everybody running, welcome to the island I’m from SI (Verse 3 - Hue Hef) I wish you niggas tried to play the god You gon’ fuck around and be my latest charge Roll up and I smoke you just like an entourage And you already know how I do it, I’m going twice as hard I’m cooking up in that meth lab Ready for distribution, it’s in the bag My niggas different, we got hella swag Trend setters made vendettas, ya hatin’ ass I’m feeling like Meth in nine 2 His single bout to drop and I’m the livest in the crew Hollywood from that 1-6-Ooh And I’m going to the top with my dudes Give a fuck if them niggas hatin', i’ll handle that situation I’ll pick it up on my waist and i’ll blam at them niggas faces Feeling like Tigger, end your career in that basement Niggas moving fouler than a flagrant (Chorus – Hue Hef) I’m so Staten Island You already know how we bang I’m so Staten Island Niggas don’t wanna fuck with my gang Cause my niggas riding and your niggas hiding Everybody talking, I’m stepping with the iron That nigga faded, when I start firing Everybody running, welcome to the island I’m from SI Intro (Tical 0)[RZA] Tical: The Prequel What up, yo, this is the RZA AKA Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah I wanna welcome ya'll to the Tical: The Prequel Starring Wu-Tang Brother #1, the M-E-T-H-O-D Man AKA Johnny Blaze, AKA Hot Nix, the Iron Lung Big John Studd, Johnny Storm, check it out, yo My brother Meth bout to take ya'll on some new And unexplored chambers of the Wu-Tang universe So I want all my nizzes, and all my wizzes To get a big bag of rizzes and greeneries and blizzes And sit back and Johnny Blaze take you on a ride to the other side Peace to the Wu-Tang family, ten years strong Forty million albums sold, platinum and gold And the sage continues... Yo, pass that blunt homey, let's fuck these niggas up real quick [Method Man] Aight... let's do it... Lithium[Intro: Sheek Louch] Yeah, I'ma sit back and smoke this mother fuckin’ bush You thought it was over? It's your boy Sheek Louch It's the Lithium, mother fucker Meth Lab 2 [Verse 1: Method Man] Look who comin’ back up from the slums Took a scene from Whiplash, hit you actors with the drum Ain't no actin' where I'm from, nah I'm in Staten, get it done I used to be a student, wasn't really into schoolin', I was truant from the jump Kept it movin' with the Knicks, Patrick Ewing with the dunk Beat bump, soundin’ like a body movin’ in the trunk Pump shotty, got everybody movin' when it dump Side note, if you a boss, then you movin’ where you want I got high hopes, if you ever saw when I was broke In the game since a kid, they never saw me as a G.O.A.T Yet, I'm scorin' and feelin' like I’m Jordan in the post Doctor J cool but now I like the coroner the most Hanz and Sheek Louch, damn, they bar'ing the flow Who am I to knock they hustle like a warrant at the door? Life funny, I'm feelin' like I'm Martin off the show I'm just tryna get this money, buy the Foreign off the show [Verse 2: Hanz On] It go to puma layin' hammers, cabinets finish the job Big Barker, he involved, Doctor paint a collage Still a student tryna shoot for the stars Still improvin', tryna rape all the odds Rap architecure, nice with the bars Meth Lab 2, call it the deuce And when you talk about it later, better call it the truth The analytics, paramedics, pullin' up at the booth I heard them engineers, pioneers, put series on loop I guess them niggas didn't get it 'til proof How them killas'll move That's how them gangstas get they money, recoup The psychedelic relics dyin' to shoot And, yo, I'm built for the Borough It doesn't matter who came wit'chu at all And, yo, them corny niggas destined to fall Hey, yo, they down to dilute I'm from the Staten, Hanzarelli the Brute And, yo, the boogie barker, same wave just a different saga It's lookin' easy 'cause these cats is trakka And, yo, when is all these rappers gon' learn hard work, far as music concerned, trumps talent Yo, a point of return Yo, bet your money, yo, I double the bank And, yo, whoever lose could pay for the stank Mother fucka! [Break: Sheek Louch] D-Block! Hey yo, Meth, what up? Meth Lab 2, huh? It's ya boy Sheek Louch Hey, yo, I got 'em Hey, yo, yo [Verse 3 : Sheek Louch] We used to shop our demo so you could listen to our story Now I'm gettin' millions, I'm another category Hard nigga, bitch, I'm like Denzel in Glory Young, Red Navigator, bumpin' that nigga N.O.R.E Had that Clan shit on Hopin' you left space on the track "Protect Ya Neck" so LOX could spit on Meth Lab and too high so I'm Uber, cabbin' I don't Dougie, I don't Kwon, I ain't fuckin' Dabbin' Big weapons, dashiki, I'm Arabin' The drama I bring Little shooters under my wing I started young, I was a mixtape king Now my legacy is Ronald Reagan, Aston Martin Gun on my hip, the passenger bitch kinda resemble Megan (Which one?) Megan Good, Megan Fox Any state, any jail, or group home mother fuckers gon' rep The Lox Extended clip, don't get put in that box Bitch [Outro: Sheek Louch] 2, 2, 2 You see-you see-you see why this forever will be locked up in the end Boom “PLL Anthem”[Intro] [Verse] Boy, ain't no steppin' on my feet When I'm shootin' for my goal, ain't no steppin' in the crease I'm guessin' nobody told you I'm a legend in these streets Won't stand for no disrespectin', body check 'em when we meet My [?] take their face off, my city never sleeps Cross sticks on my uni, lookin' pretty with my cleats Clash of the titans, y'all just fightin' to compete With the hand that rocks the cradle like Paul Rabil the beast I'm a gladiator, no denyin' I'm elite Don't mean to step on your toes, but I ain't tryin' to see defeat If this a cold world I'ma keep applyin' the heat With the testicular fortitude fortifyin' my fleet I carry a big stick, I'm pickin' my shot You think I'm tacky, I'm thinkin' "should I stick 'em or not?" Call a tech, the ref trippin', it's fittin' to be hot I'm a menace, too many minutes in the penalty box [Hook] We hit the bills like (Boom) All day like (Boom) All night like (Boom) Every fight like (Boom) Offense like (Boom) Defense like (Boom) All squad like (Boom) We hittin' yard like (Boom) What it sound like? (Boom) What it sound like? (Boom) What it sound like? (Boom) What it sound like? (Boom) What it sound like? (Boom) What it sound like? (Boom) What it sound like? (Boom) (Boom, boom, boom) What You Getting Into(Chorus – Method Man & Donny Cacsh) What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something This is what I’m into (Verse 1 – Streetlife) Strollin to the building, collect the money, than tell shorty get the rental We going cross the bridge, we heading up town Cop a couple hundred grams, bring it back make it triple Stop at the smoke shop, cop them double zero bags Yeah we got big rocks, those up the block, niggas mad, call up bullet man I need some more shells, I heard you got the ap9, out the box for sale (Chorus – Method Man & Donny Cacsh) What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something This is what I’m into (Verse 2 - Donny Cacsh) I wake and I’m high, I be sleeping on the clouds, like I wake up in the sky I roll up another one and then I’m getting fly Then I load up a couple guns, because it’s time to ride See the money’s what I’m into, ima keep it simple It I ain't getting guap, that shit is poppin like a pimple Holy as a temple, hair pin trigger so gentle, can't print you Only way to ID you is through your dental (Chorus – Method Man & Donny Cacsh) What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something This is what I’m into (Verse 3 - Method Man) I’m all about this caper, in the group with 9 members I ain’t trying to split this paper, but that’s another issue I ain’t rappin with you haters, send you back to meet your maker And I bet nobody missed you The island be official, without the striped jersey and the whistle Put the pistol to you dog, Michael Vick you Method I’m the Shih Tzu, It only take a word for me to sic you I mean get you and them goons are going with you (Chorus – Method Man & Donny Cacsh) What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something This is what I’m into Off The Wu-Headbanger[Intro: Method Man] I would kill some fucking body The mad stola, the mad stola (Who? Russel who?) Ha ha, nah let me stop Word up this is a Def Jam production (Sandman) Featuring, Johnny Blaze word up Another Sandman joint, dirtman on the track Flip the script, script the flip Check the steez (believe that) Check it out now, check it check it out [Verse 1: Method Man] I get drunk off of cheap wine and hold frontline Niggas wanna front, fine, fuck with me and mine Rain on your sunshine Swine niggas come as hard as a pork rind Can you dig it, only five percent live it While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it Peep the Stallion, half of y'all need to quit it Frontin' hard and be soft as a cotton knitted No balls at all, if you do son then get with it Razor sharp in my jaw bone I might spit I'm dealin with it on a everyday basis Roam where it get cold at and stack glaciers In the zone it's Tical once again stoned Throw your hands in the air and puff a Meth bone Did you ever get the feeling for that phat shit? Something different from that R&B and rap shit? Well here it come, from the gums of the one, I amaze 'em Fire in the sky, peep me now, Johnny Blaze 'em, check it My mind's on the rhyme, ain't a damn thing funny Gettin' money, Blaze represent, kills the fraudulent Fucker giving me the grill Nowadays everybody trying to keep it real 4th Disciple, hit me with that 30/30 rifle Beats from the streets mega-trifle Rap gymnastics, flipping from the cradle to the casket Take another pull, fantastic It's the Method not the Plastic, Man Coming down like hourglass sand, check the tactic Flow P.L.O., P.L.O. now you know The ultimate and rhyme legitting Peep the counterfeitten or get snake bitten Filled up with deadly venom, Johnny Blaze get up in 'em Play 'em out like Lee denim, can you dig it Can a brother eat, can I live it Gets no deeper, whoever slipping get the sleeper Hold, faces of death, bodies cold On some Evil Dead part 2, swallow your soul Yeah, and it don't stop The body body body body rock, yeah Hip hop, we sat out in the dark (in the dark) We used to do it out in the park (Where that?) Hill Avenue, ain't a damn thing new Stay true to my Clan, I'm a family man Loyalty brought me royalties To the Gods I give my heart and soul totally It's a bond can't be broken, that's my life I'mma die if I think twice, I'm not jokin To the essence if I'm half stepping Politician use the system, as lethal weapons When we slip up, lethal injection Hah, everyday life's a lesson I take my spot in the lower class section [Outro: Method Man] Johnny Blaze, 9-5 to the 9-6 Word up, keep it moving Big Sky[Hook: Hanz On] * 2 Ayo I'm done committing crimes homey (I'm a star) All I wanna do is shine homey (from afar) Get this money till we tired homey (picture that) I'll retire when we tired homey (bring it back) [Verse: Method Man] Uh What I write, fatality type I keep it real but ya'll still reality bites Go ahead and call it what ya'll like Just get my salary right I could tell em their paper thin but that would be lie Tell a Judas to never cross me coz that would be Christ We bout gettin millions with ice, yep that would be nice I ain't picturing peas with rice, what you see is the price Word to S.P. with rights and a gangsta's lean That's promethazine and Sprite Go and live a day in the life Lose your life for you ends You could spend a day if you like That's a privilege, you see it like everyday if you white Smoke trees like all I need is mary j. in a life Boy please, pardon me it's like a fart in the breeze That's a benchmark, some players will never start in the league Look at me, real MC gotta start and appease Plus my maroon fives make it harder to breathe Big Sky [Hook: Hanz On] * 2 Ayo I'm done committing crimes homey (I'm a star) All I wanna do is shine homey (from afar) Get this money till we tired homey (picture that) I'll retire when we tired homey (bring it back) Another Winter(Intro) Quick to pop off let a couple shots off Leave ‘em bleeding out with his shoes & his socks off (Verse 1 – Streetlife) War dancing. I ain’t trying to make it rain though You slow gassing. I’ll leave you brain on your Durango First classmen, old school with the Kangol Thug passion, that pussy juice like a mango Hulk smashing, make it jump like everlasting God body Ramadan, 30 day fasting Six two brown skin fellow with the Caesar fade 360 waves, side burns with a little graze I remain relevant; I’m a raw element High street intelligent. Product of my tenement Son of Anarchy, smoking that Bob Marley La la la be killing these niggas slowly Wake up, smell the coffee, sleep on the street is costly Pay attention to the warning signs, don’t cross me Give ‘em hypertention. That niggas is getting salty I’m quick to pop off back the fuck up off me (Chorus - Carlton Fisk) Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla Mr. Streetlife show you what that heat like (Chorus - Hanz On) Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO Yo its forever, bout to show em what it be’s like (Chorus - Method Man) Method man, turn a dollar to a million Killa bees we in the building Making sure the children eat right eat right In the building make sure the babies eat right (Chorus - Hanz On) In the building make sure the babies eat right (Verse 2 - Carlton Fisk) Black scenery white chalk yellow tape Carlo got a bullet proof wallet, bitch in every state Light that smoke that animals ferocious Dealing with the boss mentality really focus Tailor made linen & loafers, louie emblems Problems on the street my lieutenant quickly attending them Carlito ways, brown bag money In the book of life you can’t get stuck to one page All in together now, chinchilla bullet proof Hoodies for any sign of winter war weather And daddy gonna get that cash so clever And Meth push the button my hands all on the trigger And they thought I rot in jail, like go figure If I laid down dead in the street you going too nigga And this is raw kicking out your door start to scream out loud Carlton Fisk back for more (Chorus - Carlton Fisk) Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla Mr. Streetlife show you what that heat like (Chorus - Hanz On) Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO Yo its forever, bout to show em what it be’s like (Chorus - Method Man) Method man, turn a dollar to a million Killa bees we in the building Making sure the children eat right eat right (Chorus - Hanz On) In the building make sure the babies eat right (Verse 3 - Method Man) Now whoever read me wrong, can start by reading my palm Make me catch a flashback of my father beating my mom Kiss the ring, (hashtag) ain’t easy being a don So I gotta carry the heat, ain't easy being LeBron This is past rap, but I ain’t pass the baton Tell them rappers bypass it or get to passing it on I won’t take it passed that, even if I pass it I’m gone Better yet, scratch that, ya’ll don’t get a pass then it’s on We Hanz On, everybody watchin the Don Got their eyes on the kid when they should be watchin their own Telling lies on the kid, they said he’s not in a zone Said he never reach the top, but that ain’t stop him from going They already on, so hungry his ribs are showin The money is getting low, the bum niggas is on 55 Bowen These hungry adolescents is grown When they get the Smith & Wesson they adolescence is gone (Chorus - Carlton Fisk) Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla Mr. Streetlife show you what that heat like (Chorus - Hanz On) Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO Yo its forever, bout to show em what it be’s like (Chorus - Method Man) Method man, turn a dollar to a million Killa bees we in the building Making sure the children eat right eat right In the building make sure the babies eat right (Chorus - Hanz On) In the building make sure the babies eat right Blackout![Redman] Yo yo yo yo.. it's Funk Doc, where the weed at, bitch? I speed backwards down a one-way from cops - see that shit? Believe that shit - slaughter, straight to camcorder I'm "Too Hot for TV," rap draw water My windpipe's attached to project ballers You yell: "Turn the heat down!" My voice, DVD 'round sound, so I'm heard round town And chances of y'all leavin? 'round now! Wait later, will make front page paper Date raper; with juvenile eighth graders Hit the high school and 187 Caesar When I bust y'all need to back fo' acres Doc y'all, and that's my man Jabberjaw The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off? I'm from the underground, my sound lift Platform shoes to bitches, fo'-hundred pounds! Chorus: Method Man + Redman GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH UP JUMP UP, ACT UP - TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT! Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT, MOVE OUT EVEN KNOCK YOUR TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT! Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM [Method Man] And I'm the street-talkin.. dog-walkin.. Approach me with extreme caution -- oh now you forcin My +Hand+ to +Rock Yo' Cradle+ often, I'm hot-scorchin But 'Stone Cold' like Steve Austin If you smell what Tical cookin Ain't tryin to see central bookin So tell ya goon stop lookin "Know What You Did Last Summer," so I started hookin You past shooken off an open can of ass-whoopin Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's "Little Shop of Horrors" Go ask your father who the father from the hill to harbor You know tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager With deadly medley, y'all ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie Don't even bother, the radio for back-up - alright then Your man got slapped up, extorted for his ice an' Street life is triflin "Body over here!!" Don't make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga ear Precise an', slicin jugulars, the cut-throat Ruggeder, predator, Viking, et cetera People's Champ, niggas be takin on competitors Reachin for the microphone, relax and light a bone Straight from the catacomb, the +Children of the Corn+ That don't got a +CLUE+.. prepare for "Desert Storm" Chorus: Method Man + Redman GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH UP JUMP UP, ACT UP - TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT! Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT, MOVE OUT EVEN KNOCK YOUR TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT! Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM [Redman] I scored 1.1 on my SAT And still push a whip with a right and left AC Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic jaws Spit poison, got a gun permit draw Gun down at sundown - you keep score! This trainin course and y'all ain't fit On my crew tombstone put, "We all ain't shit!" [Method Man] Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, when will you learn? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait your turn I spit a .41 revolver on New Year's Eve With the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's The most slept on since Rip Van Wink' My shit stink with every element from A to Z, so what you think? I'ma blackout on just one drink? You must be crazy! A little off the wall maybe - go get a shrink! Chorus: Method Man + Redman GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH UP JUMP UP, ACT UP - TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT! Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT, MOVE OUT EVEN KNOCK YOUR TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT! Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Party & Bullshit(Funky! Stand off..) [Method Man] Oh shit, 3-2-1, blown to bits Step inside the nightclub like I own the bitch Southpaw two left feet set to trip On that bullshit, back it up with extra clip Man listen, pissin in the same pot I'm pissin You're goin down, get in that plane crash position Turbulence ahead, boy you must be sick in the head Go get Excederin, or get intelligent Recognize a veteran, player stay wetter than The thug type, up mo' late nights than Letterman Ask Teddy, Wreckx-n-Effect I'm ready The same way I was in that bar scene in "Belly" (Say what?) I freak the flow that let you know I'm a flower Yo' ass is grass and I'm a lawn mower So uhh, go ahead pass the doja It's the return of Tical, party over [Hook: Meth & T.R.] Y'all niggas wanna get down? (fuck with me) Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me) Y'all really want the street now? (fuck with me) Y'all niggas gon' see now (party and bullshit) Y'all niggas wanna get down? (fuck with me) Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me) Y'all really want the streets now? (fuck with me) Y'all niggas gon' see now (fuck with..) [T.R.] You chicks, bounce to the music Shake that ass like you bout to use it Wanna fuck with a baller? You choose Wanna fuck with a scrub? You lose Fuck that, let's keep it movin Talk about how this beat got you groovin Nod your head, make you shake your dreads Bass travel down the spine, get stuck in your legs Dance 'til you rip the soles off your Timbs Shit - knock the chrome straight off your rims Hit - after hit, well get who you wanna get Ain't nobody really fuckin with us Haters try to tell me I'mma suffer for this Hatin on me cause I mastered this You asked for this, come here and get a glass of this .. party and bullshit [Hook: T.R.] Y'all niggas wanna get down? (fuck with me) Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me) Y'all really want the street now? (fuck with me) Y'all niggas gon' see now (party and bullshit) Y'all niggas wanna get down? (fuck with me) Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me) You really want the street now? (fuck with me) Y'all niggas gonna see now (party and bullshit) [Method Man] Yo, the whole base of this is party and bullshit Y'all lil' cats, we ain't on no cool shit Y'all lil' dogs better learn some new tricks And you video directors better find some new chicks Watch this, man I got this, Hot Nikks Mean gob spit when I talk wear galoshes Wu-Tang Clan in the house and ain't leavin How my Killer Bee clique feel this evening? Meth; guerilla serial killer for scrilla See the God run through your block like Godzilla Menage-a-tois for these french vanillas, I'm iller Hard as armadillo and coat made of chinchilla New stuff, bang this, bust this, bruise this And ballers ain't fuckin with Staten Isle, New York What? Still in the game, platinum plus Y'all might fuck with them, but y'all can't fuck with us [Hook: Meth & T.R.] Y'all niggas wanna get down? (fuck with me) Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me) Y'all really want the street now? (fuck with me) Y'all niggas gon' see now (party and bullshit) Y'all niggas wanna get down? (fuck with me) Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me) Y'all really want the streets now? (fuck with me) Y'all niggas gon' see now.. [Meth] Yo T.R., what's that shit you on? (party and bullshit) [T.R.] I'm not even serious, I'm doin this for fun, cause I (party and bullshit) [Meth] Yo T.R., what's that shit you on? (party and bullshit) [T.R.] I'm not even serious, I'm doin this for fun, cause I (party and bullshit) [Meth] Yo T.R., what's that shit you on? (party and bullshit) [T.R.] I'm not even serious, I'm doin this for fun, cause I (party and bullshit) [Meth] Yo T.R., what's that shit you on? (party and bullshit) [T.R.] I'm not even serious, I'm doin this for fun, cause I (party and bullshit) - what? O.D.[Intro: Kwamé] Mayday, mayday, I need you to turn this thing up Turn-turn-turn this thing up, and make noise Mr. Mef, Mr. Mef, Kwamé, Kwamé Let's go, let's go What we about to do right now is [Chorus: Kwamé & Method Man] OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em Time to lose it, y'all, and do it to the music, just OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em Ain't nothin' to it if you put your back into it and OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it The M-E-T-H, yes, I OD it Get you high like I'm light to the day, I OD [Verse 1: Method Man] Okay, let's get it on (Who wanna get it on?) Let it pop like Perignon (Who wanna get it on?) Hit right, don't get wrong, got it, now get gone Any dog tryin' to shit on my lawn get shit upon Can you smell the herb smoke in my clothes? I'm a jerk and it shows Chicks be dancin' like they workin' the pole Back to Meth, man, I'm hurtin' 'em, though Fuck a knock, I burst in the door You want it? I'm the person to know Let muthafuckas take it personal 'Cause half this industry suck dick or hope to be the first to blow Man, I'm witty, unpredictable - on any track I rule It don't take much for me to act a fool and just [Chorus: Kwamé & Method Man] OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em Time to lose it, y'all, and do it to the music, just OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em Ain't nothin' to it if you put your back into it and OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it The M-E-T-H, yes, I OD it Get you high like I'm light to the day, I OD [Verse 2: Method Man] My nigga, roll with it, flow with it, push the six-four with it Low-low kitted, wood finish, hood and it show Flow with it, blow with it, see that dough, go get it What I do with it, though, ain't none of your business Yo, spit when he talkin' in tongues? You'd be amazed how often it come That piff got me coughin' up lungs I'm tryin' to get bread (Y'all offerin' crumbs) Like y'all ain't tryin' to see Meth lickin' his thumb while he sortin' his ones, trick Flow 'bout as hot as the sun get, my blunt lit And I don't hit the track, I run shit (I'm slum, bitch) Fuck y'all, never did trust y'all, back to ready to bust off Kickin' that dust off, you know I just [Chorus: Kwamé & Method Man] OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em Time to lose it, y'all, and do it to the music, just OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em Ain't nothin' to it if you put your back into it and OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it The M-E-T-H, yes, I OD it Get you high like I'm light to the day, I OD [Verse 3: Method Man] I'm an equal opportunity ass-kicker These ass-lickin', brown-nosin' rappers is ass-kissers Who need they cash quicker than a sip in the glass slippers Then pass liquor 'til he pass out, I'm that nigga Mami got that hourglass figure who back bigger than crack Mr. Mef, ain't know I did it like that, did ya? If the track is iller, then the rap realer, Meth, the fact spiller Wu Killa Beez slash Gilla Now that we're up in it, I might just spit, I'm nice, they shit If death's a motherfucker, life's a bitch, ain't it? Young, Black, and dangerous, my gun double lead that spit bangers That leave you on the edge of your seat like cliffhangers, and I [Chorus: Kwamé & Method Man] OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em Time to lose it, y'all, and do it to the music, just OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em Ain't nothin' to it if you put your back into it and OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it The M-E-T-H, yes, I OD it Get you high like I'm light to the day, I OD Commercial Break (Thotti Gotti)[News Report: Thotti Gotti] This is Thotti Gotti from Thotti Gotti News reporting to you live from the Meth Lab In breaking news: Donald Trump still ain't shit In local news: a New Brighton woman is still not putting any respect on her box Neighbors say she's been like this since she was a child In Economic news: Niggas is still fuckin' the game up with twenty five dollar eighths Sources say the weed's trash anyway In Music: People are still trying to pay for studio time with E-B-T They do not accept it, please don't even try In Sports: Marcus Browne has quote, "yet another knockout" For everyone who paid the hundred dollars for the fight, I hope you enjoyed the six seconds And now, back to our featured presentation Commercial Break (Impractical Jokers Pranks)[Joe Gatto & Applebee's Hostess MIndy] Thank you for calling Applebee's on 50th, now featuring online ordering, this is Mindy, how many I help you? Um, hi, thi-this is Daniel I'm the personal assistant to Method Man Okay I'm wondering if it's possible to get a reservation He's going to be coming in with some friends later this evening About 6PM Is this the Killer Hill location? Unfortunately, we don't take reservations, we- He'll be coming with a Clan of friends, he'll need a big table There'll be affiliates there Okay, do not let U-God order drinks The Pilot - Intro[News Report: Thotti Gotti] Last season on The Meth Lab, police raided Junkyard where rapper Method Man was supposed to be found [Interlude] "You got three seconds to come out with your hands up!" "This my own private domicile and I will not be harassed, mother fucker!" [News Report: Thotti Gotti] Today, NYPD detectives were dispatched to the P-L-O in Park Hill where rapper Method Man was allegedly sighted Co-defendants were questioned but to no avail No one's cooperating with authorities [Interlude] "Where is he?" "I don’t know" "Where is he?" "I don't fuckin' know" "Do you want to go to jail?" "Do you want to go to jail?" [News Report: Thotti Gotti] Wu-Tang support groups deny all accusations against rapper Method Man They state, "Wu-Tang is for the children" However, authorities say rapper, Method Man, still has a connection with the bag stamped ’bang zoom' Viral videos of Method Man and his Meth Lab associates have hit the web, they don't seem worked And now for our featured presentation Yo[Intro: Hanz On] Yo Yo, yo Yo [Verse 1: Hanz On] Yo, it's gettin' hotter, Barker in the flesh Yo, he get malicious with it, more or less Yo, he get suspicious, man, y'all know the rest Yo, hearts absent in these rapper's chest Yes, he is resilient if you go reflect Blessed, them goons holdin' but they on they best Yo, so when you see 'em better show respect It's Hanzarelli, had them grizzlies come and get you pressed Yo, you mother fuckers, y'all ain't actin' right Y'all niggas spendin' all the paper, y'all ain't trappin' right Ain't no other way to say it, shit is black and white I have you on the train to Georgia like you're Gladys Knight Whoa, he the conductor, fuckers, pay the price He like a drunk trucker blowin' through the traffic lights Y'all like some blood suckas, busters in your blood type The shadow figure push the button, make y'all outta sight [Chorus] Yo, y'all know what type of time we on Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on Yo, y'all know what type of time we on Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on [Verse 2: Method Man] Yo, respect the jook, y'all ready know Yo, I'm burnin' kush, keep that Reggie though Yo, I'm talkin' bush, y'all so petty though You in the town, you can get around, no merry-go Whoa, boy, I shred 'em up, confetti throw I'm runnin' circles around your circle, who said he owe? Staten, welcome to the island, we ready, yo We Getty, yo, and we part Italians, SpaghettiOs Yo, I'm 'bout my fetti, that heavy dough Just let me blow, every forecast is heavy snow Burr, if Method freezin', I bet he froze Burr, one with every season, I bet he cold Forty below let the forty blow When I'm stealin' forty belows after forty years old, yow Not Metta World, but meta-flow And these are tests, try and catch the metaphor [Chorus] Yo, y'all know what type of time we on Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on Yo, y'all know what type of time we on Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on [Verse 3: Apocalipps] Hey, yo, the street is the only life I know Yo, I get it poppin' everywhere I go Since I was an embryo, I been that nigga, yo Shoutout to Wu like the episode from the Martin show Yo, walk with a Staten strut, burn a dutch I'm first on the frontline to hit 'em up Mr. Clutch when it's crunch time, I got the touch And I don't need a pat on the back, but thank you much Student of my culture, gun in my holster Blow some coca, live it, la vida loca I'm a alpha dog, y'all niggas is analog We digital, it's impossible to beat the gods It's logical, why would you go against the odds? It's possible, you could die for that shit you blog Check my résumé, real nigga DNA Get it the ski-mask way 'til my dyin' day [Chorus] Yo, y'all know what type of time we on Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on Yo, y'all know what type of time we on Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on N.Y.C. Everything[RZA/Bobby Digital] Yo, yo, yo From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw inside a bing Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar My pinstripe comma deletes your power bar Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as different song Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's indentitcal You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup fucked your whole LP up You must be stupid you liar I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviver A suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'an Archery, shots aimed at your heart then Daffy Duckest will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+ Project Killa Hill be the buckest Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear Wet from here to infinity for them white hair Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is dispicable Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish Cherish every moment of his love before you perish Bitch, chicka chicka chich, watch me switch Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere Take your pussy out like a pap smear Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit wider Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a ?prider? (Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi) Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie Heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Green Now-Y-C Everything, niggas who sling Shaolin cats is thrown inside the bing Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting [Method Man] Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine again Most definate, let this be my last willing testament For the pesimist, exercise for the Exorcist Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be Perpetuous, desimate the poetry 'cause everything is close to me The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit Leviathon The Methodist, poly to your deficit, hit it up If I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up John J., blow em out the water adopt the Bombey Your bitch look like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber 'cause I'm not an easy lover To the midnight, butt naked wit a knife Ask my alien likes, I've been crazy all my life Hardtime homicide, time flys, do or die Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the darkside Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive Only the strong gon' survive From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip Pussy Pop[Method Man] It's the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down [Xzibit] When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot And clown; Niggas relyin on special effects While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breakin they neck Move the crowd without breakin a sweat Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept At a night club, talkin bout you don't go out And you tryin to got to school and make a certain amount But the last part, I just couldn't figure it out I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain't ready To deal with the legendary Soopafly, emcee, and bullett logo Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po [Chorus: Method Man] Round and round we go, it don't stop Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot Baby girl to the pussy pop, pussy pop Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop! Lookin good with your stink-ass Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast Make it hot, baby girl to pussy pop, pussy pop Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop! [Jayo Felony] Well, you gotta pop the pussy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums It's the ?Bidulo Gang? bitch, we both want some You got titties and ass But I got a dick and some cash You ain't talkin bout shit Then I'ma smash, bitch On three, on me, bitch, you my property Daddy Jayo Felony, ain't nobody stoppin me And I said daddy, bitch thats what you gon' call me I ain't no simp or a wimp I'ma motherfuckin pimp Tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off You got me ? the fuck-up, if you think I'm goin soft On ya; I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four ? My name, you bounced, so you might as well break bread And only Dulo niggas know, whats the head My name is Billy Loco and this is my opinion I'm coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion Be-b-b-b- atch! [Chorus] [Xzibit] I don't save or pray, or ? clothes All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes! In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killa And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law See it all comes down to who's quick to draw first Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hearse Mister X to the you know me Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop the pussy for free The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees After that we kick back and burn up some trees Mad shout, cause Xzibit's not the type to be treatin I'm an Alkoholic and I'm late for my meeting (Come on, Like that!) [Chorus] Judgement Day (Intro)[Clark Dick] Ladies and gentlemen, I am your host, Clark Dick We are live from Times Square in New York City And we are approaching the final seconds of 1999 Ladies and gentlemen, the millennium is on its way [Method Man] 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... Happy new... *explosion* ’88 Coupes[Verse 1] Man, I don't know what they smokin' Our rappers must be on that Lindsay Lohan I think that snow bunny got 'em open Your 'erb smell funny and I funny like we jokin' Look, if it ain't about this money, don't approach 'em If you do try and play, I got a K that can coach 'em Pen game, poke 'em like an inmate enforcer I'm for that, it's nothin' like a doormat, you're welcome Huh, shout-out to Jadakiss and French I got two French vanillas French kissin', that's a pimp If my goon don't stretch 'em wit' the weapon, that's a ten Little meth in your possession, that's possession wit' intent, bruh It's a hard knock life, but we find a way And we still find the time to write a rhyme a day I'm tryin' to send my babies to college Why you rappers babysittin' your pockets? I want your life or your wallet Brr, that's the sound of the roscoe Mexicans is vatos, skinny jeans is flacko That means I'm tight wit' you, I'm ready to fight wit' you Please, and that don't mean I'm tryin' to be polite wit' you Nah, see, I ain't even try and griped wit' you So take your team if they ain't tryin' to lose they life wit' you Back down while I'm puttin' this MAC down But only for a limited time, homie, so act now Bruh, keep it a hundred and a Backwood Who else could think on an empty stomach? I'm that good Far from the slave ship, just far from basic Started from the basement, now we're y'all replacements Rap star Belly, magazine, who sixteen? Son, you all ready, headshot, all beggin' Man in the myth, take a stand, any stand on the Fifth I'm tryin' to hold it down, I hold the Clan Get a grip, Lord, from this jump I got my hand on the ripcord And I ain't tryin' to bite the hand off your bit Ford Now y'all done got the Method Man on some rich border I'm gettin' paid and I'm full Y'all sheep for the wolves, we gon' eat 'til we good Y'all don't speak when you should, ain't no peace in my hood Se AcaboMethod Man Miscellaneous Se Acabo [Method Man] Beatnuts, Mista Mef, you know how we do "Se Acabó" [Ju Ju] Free drinks on the house, word Everybody drinkin tonight (WHAT DA DEALLY?) Por ahí viene el perro, por ahí viene Cae la gorda por... Yo check it out Swing a bat on you like the devil himself Put it on us, sickness or health Makin you could only breathe wit help I ain't playin, you don't wanna hear what you sayin yourself Hit the street wit incredible beats We reknowned for tearin it down Never have you heard a similar sound Like a drop off when shit pop off, feel a hot one Side scorching from a hot gun Niggas get lost in the buildings wit money and the children Not the type to talk too much and catch feelin Dominican flag over the bed on the ceiling Protect everything I rep, that's the first thing Many things follow, bullet stay hollow You actin like we don't chew, you can't swallow Niggas try to change my plans, I'ma beat you till I break my hands Ju the German every place I stand ("Se Acabó") [Method Man] All day everyday ("Se Acabó") mothafuckers! Step up front! What's goin on? [Psycho Les] Aiyyo it's Big Psych, baby you don't want no problems Suckers want war, then yo bomb em Bring the heat, squeeze the flame torch Then peel out in a convertible gray Porsche I'm three miles ahead of you, I took the plates off Just in case your snitch wanna get paid off Pull out the chainsaw, it's A Musical Massacre Cut the head off the driver and the passenger Sic my dogs after ya, have you climbin a tree Just another crime in the street Ain't nuttin better than findin a beat So if you find that and try to blow my spot up ("You!") Get shot up "Se Acabó" Means "It's Over" bro, Method Man on the remix, it's over yo "Se Acabó" Beatnuts flip the beat, it's over yo "It's a Beatnuts thing, yo you know how that go" [O.C.] [Method Man] What kind of Beatnut am I? Spanish Fly, P-O-P-P-I (Who got the live special guest for the night?) Excuse me as I kiss the sky Yo one on one through the nasal To put food on the table, I Rush Associated Labels Huh, ready, willing and able to rock cradle And rock steady, when I get the drop I drop heavy Twist the metal, mask the machette The god don't want beef, he want veggie Plus signs over Deadly Medley Who got em gassed on his own Getty Battery back, he Eveready Now what's fuckin wit that ha? Not you, you chocha I fuck wit Beatnuts, Livin La Vida Loca! Callate la boca, see the Spanish Fly on the sofa One word, he slap you wit the toaster Keep it in the holster on safety Put yourself in timeout, playin wit this dough, let me find out You ain't hard to find though, barrel on your tonsils Sigan hablando y siga mamando "Se Acabó" "Se Acabó" All day everyday "Se Acabó" No doubt What the fuck's goin on? Worldwide! (Beatnuts)Write your own rhymes "Se Acabó" Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah "Se Acabó" All you punk niggas walk it off, "Se Acabó" wordup We ain't playin over here yamean "Se Acabó" Mrs. InternationalYeah, nice Dedicated to all the beautiful people in the house You know who you are Yeah, Redman, Method Man, Blackout! 2 Sexy... Hair and nails done up, girl, you got your act together You get the thumbs up, your raw footage is uncut Fronting like them goodies is untouched We both knew this money's is young bucks Ma, you ever take a trip to Shang-a-lot Too many hard shames, the hardest one is saying goodbye Look here, time is money, let me save you some time And in your spare time, fully understand I'm a rare find You know, so pick a day and pick a place and we there for sure Slow up the pace, this ain't no race, and there you go I'm dope money, girl, that mean I got cash to blow She love it though, she so international Not around the way, around the world And you be stunting when you around your girls But you classy, though, I'm feeling your vibe, you feeling the high The G4 is ready to fly, is you ready to ride? Let's go International (Now we can creep, we can lay on the beach, you know Then hit the sheets, I'll let you play with my feet, you know She keep it low, she so international) International {Hey, I like a girl that'll roll me a blunt, you know With pretty feet, cook me something to eat, you know You not a groupie, you're international} Hey, you know me, girl, who I be, girl The big whale that bailed outta SeaWorld What's your name, show me I.D., girl You look black and a little Chinese, girl Hey, wait a minute, where you going, shorty? Try to sneak past me like you ain't balling You look sweet like Tweet, baby, c-c-call me Matter of fact, wasn't you on Maury? I'm just playing, hey miss thang Hey, hey, miss thang, how you gon' miss me? I got tickets, let's roll to the Knicks game You Teena Marie, and baby, I'm Rick James Excuse me, where you going, mama? I wanna change, I voted for Obama Bring in the new, kick out the old timers Let's talk while we go and meet your mama International (Hey, I like a girl that's thick in the waist, you know The kind of girl, that'll finish your plate, you know You not greedy, you international) International {The type of chick I like'll wheelie your bike, you know Rock the mic, roll a Philly uptight, you know I like it though, she so international} Seems to me, me, you a queen to be You mean girl, but you don't mean to be Got your crown and your throne, little castle you can rest your dome And we can smoke a little greenery, you know? You getting that dough, let's get it and go on this cruise I'm taking it slow, you painting your toes, and it's cool F*ck with your dude, I'm f*cking with you Like an overnight celebrity, Miss Nothing to Lose Yo, hey, hey, miss lady, my boricua I heard your Applebum like Bonita Your accent telling me you from the eastside Take off your shoes, you bout five feet high I get high, what about you? A jungle brother, and baby I house you Your feet looking real good in them house shoes You're not a groupie, you international International... International... It’s in the GameYou know I'm bout it bout it What? Huh? You know Huh? It's like, you don't limit yourself to one thing Your mama Got to broaden your horizons Broaden your joints Keep your eyes on the prize The struggle goes on Eryday (ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha) Eryday And I'ma live it through my music (ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha) You know how we do Choose or lose from it Verse One: Method Man Pull your shoes up, don't get stuck Or get your frame struck, when my squad blitzin Hittin like Mack trucks, head splittin paper written In windy cities like Chicago, no bullshhhh You see me spittin at the kitten with the lost mitten As we engage in cold war gettin frostbitten Once again up in these stank drawers baby listen One mind and for one cause, heavy hittin The penalty illegal ruffnecks, we bring ruckus In pursuit of gold lines, can a n---a touch it If I can't see ya can't truss it A shady character like Buzz Buzzard Lay him out like a plush rug-ged *mimicking Brand Nubian* Now you can love it, or leave it alone We drink death and puff bone Draggin your body out the end zone And any way the wind blow that's where you flow That's why you be the first one caught, last to know Body layin out on the flo', substitute Heavy players from the run and shoot, we open do' Third and long, quarterback pack the cannon on I go deep he drop bombs, *whistle* that's when I touch-down Six points, what now? Once again who comin through in the clutch now, perfect strangerous Ever since I came with this, and wrecked a body You convinced like Lombardi, that Johnny Dangerous Offensive shotgun Calm in the pocket I got one, in the milli gun Deep threats to chose from, that's how it goes son You win some you lose some, it's in the game You win some you lose some (uhh!) that's how it goes son (yeah) You win some you lose some (uhh!) it's in the game ... (yeah) You win some you lose some, that's how it goes son You win some you lose some, it's in the game Verse Two: Ricky Watters From the football field (It's in the game You win some you lose some, it's in the game) To the mountain, yaknowhatI'msayin? (That's how it goes son, that's how it goes You win some you lose some, it's in the game) Freestylin, profilin, won't catch me smilin Straight from Fema Island, buckwhylin, I'm stylin A funky type of style with the lyrical incision S--t locked down, like my n----z out in prison Good riddance, keep it hidden, up in my knapsack Sippin cognac, while I vibe off this funky track Yo bring it back, or make it hit harder Infiltrate your mind like Nino at the Carter, but smarter So drop harder, if you wanna conjugate Verbs and nouns, make it profound as I pound In your earpiece I'm the beast To say the least, we must increase, the peace But keep it real, so I can feel, the skills Funky fresh rhymes I will build so I kill And thrill, lyrics spittin, through my lips Doin backflips, it's another hit Come take a sip, of the running Watters Lyrically I slaughter, mentally I author The rhymes that you feel to the map Crushin double barrels, sing em out like carols Who it be? It be I, the n---a with the chinky eyes From NY, city we committee we gets busy With killa beez on the swarm Lyrically we storm, mentally a lord Verbally I bomb (boom!), guard your grill It's the man that chill, run for the hills from Grassvile Drillin rhymes straight on tracks and double cuff Another TV, and they loved it (You win some you lose some, that's how it go son You win some you lose some, that's in the game You win some you lose some, that's how it go son You win some you lose some, that's in the game It's in the game You win some you lose some, it's in the game It's in the game, it's in the game, it's in the game, it's in the game) A Bitch Is a Bitch[Method Man] Ooh yea I'm on my way to get some hay I'd Rather not say right now, but anyway I'm F**kin wit this gangsta bitch around The way. Who was ?? and the games People play. A Hoe is a M-O could keep Shit down low. I'm wit dat ya know my Style so what da flow? Its been 3 weeks Now my girl still don't know but what She don't know can't hurt her or make A murder. The next peace..? She don't Want to have peace, she just wants To have fun so I hook her and I treat her Like one. Bust it! Look in tha local Project, when I buzz her; on the 5th Rather brother make a dozen? Floor she Had a child but because I'm half poor kids Buy dread the next door. He don't know The meaning of child care, 'cause she's on Welfare looking at..? So raps the same YearSo I took advantage of dat before it Was..? and pull'd a stack, and now what I'm stickin it up without a doubt, and then Should I go upstrairs? F**k dat rap too Many hoes up in dat place. I just can't Wait to find out til (??) All around town The Meth is gettin down. With ? and..? BITCH! don't rock the buck? I'm not a Buck smakin bitch's teeth down their Throats. So I avoid all of dat, and call Her back I was drinking all night, Kid I need it bad, wassup ho? how you? Loungin Through..I ain't got nuthin to Do so wassup wit you? Treat her like A rough situation, You know whats on My mind you wit it? Now she's all(?) And need some water, Before she had To ask her 'cause to watch her daughter Yea, come down down strairs were Goin where? Straight to da vid..(??) Sum-it up check my dough for body (??) She comes back out of her house we in Da cab. Not much longer to want,(??) Step right in and got a (??) Then I seen Her wit a man down the curl, [Pause] Ooh Shit! Dats my girl! Whats goin on Kid? Hear all my words motherf**ka.. F**k dat Bitch! I'm gonna f**k her! [Meth talking] (Da f**k you doin with dat nigga?) [Method Man] A Bitch is a Bitch..and is always A bitch. Cracked and shit like a witch [Closing] Out from the slums..there she comes Mi CasaWhat chu crazy? Since a buck tooth baby, Doc Is like straight fuck you pay me like Jay-Z Lazzy Niggas complain' Doc load up the cartridge and start kickin' game like Acclam Those who you call Doggs rat your name Those who say they love you attack your change That's why I fold down four fingers Say fuck the world and Jimmy da earth without Coat hangers Rap game n street game don't sleep It's a cold world betta pack yer own heat Niggas ain't happy to the cash on E Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me Yeah right, my bear hugz air tight New Yorkerz no no turnin' on a red light Me against forty of you? I fear a fight Microphones get took you shook wear a blight You don't got no wins in Mi Casa And it's your stopper Meth ti cal man and funk docta You don't got no wins in Mi Casa Bomb droppa throw you out ya mind who shot ya You don't got no wins in Mi Casa Hit it hip hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hot cha You don't got no wins in Mi Casa I'm warnin' you partner Meth ti cal man and funk docta Every time I turn around somebody in my business Time for you to testify can I get a witness actin' like bitch's Dirty Dick niggas look suspicious ain't physically fit for the fitness Welcome to the game of death Poly wanna biscuit? First prize a one way ticket to my shit list And I spread it like a bummer or a sickness Stand by let a chicken head lay a chick let Can I slap a fat ass with da quickness Stupid ass niggas goin' broad nigga sick list Comin' through son I'ma fuck you and your district Miss representin', miss interpreting and des misfit Playboy, you ain't got no balls plus your dick less And I'm like a plumma layin' pipes in yer [unverified] No man can hold hold me nor can control me Next time you see me holla like you know me You don't got no wins in Mi Casa And it's your stopper Meth ti cal man and funk docta You don't got no wins in Mi Casa Bomb droppa throw you out ya mind who shot ya You don't got no wins in Mi Casa Hit it hip hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hot cha You don't got no wins in Mi Casa I'm warnin' you partner Meth ti cal man and funk docta You don't got no wins in Mi Casa And it's your stopper You don't got no wins in Mi Casa Bomb droppa You don't got no wins in Mi Casa Hit it hip hoppers You don't got no wins in Mi Casa I'm warnin' you partner Ridin’ for Outro[Black Ice] Three young cats strapped with gats decided to ride out one night The in-flight drug used to induce the hindsight was dust The moonlight was robust but they couldn't see the beauty in it Their duty in it was to carry out another senseless killin Senses and feelings distorted they boarded their vessel Nessel Discreet in crotches and underneath seats they tuck heat To complete the mission they had no decision in No longer do they use our light and dark hues to create the vision in our towns But now they red and blue override our brown skin We've been conditioned to let off them rounds when we see another color rag Or, hear another brother brag about what set he claimin Poverty, drugs and poor education should be the target But we won't stay gamin that We'll kill and maim another cat like there's no shame in that Like there's fame in that We hang out them car windows and bust them slugs In the name of genocide in disguise, so we don't take blame for that But if there's honor amongst you thieves in life Then what the fuck you hidin for? Recognize your deed to trife and decide what the fuck you ridin for 1, 2, 1, 2(feat. Redman) [Meth] Come on 1 2 1 2 uh uh 1 2 1 2 Mr. Meth and Doc 1 2 1 2 Uh uh 1 2 1 2 Dj Scratch on the track 1 2 1 2 Wa wa 1 2 1 2 Break your motha fuckin back 1 2 1 2 Ah yo yo My, lyric is 8 ball Batter up play ball Fuck ya'll analog Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in From the 5 star general Attack you from the blind side, invisible To the naked eye Where them criminals Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals The wu is coming through you know the outcome Critical Condition in your physical for injurin The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen [Redman] Off a beat like this I keep a night stick In case any stick up care where heat might miss I chicken fry rice bitch In a white trench Bustin off two macks I'm like "I'm hit"!!! I'm just playin, I clear the croud out Like a peppa can sprayin I throw lightin out the arms raiden Go guard your pray Next year I do nothin more than Y2k [Hook:] We say Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 We say Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 we say Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 We say Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 And if you say fuck me [Meth] I'm a say fuck you [Redman] Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 [Meth] From deputant down to stripper I'm too nonchalaunt A drink mixed with four kinds of liquors Catch me at the bar "Fu Bar" Ladies know who we are and Dream of fuckin a star Who da scrub Shotgun in this man car Burnin up Forever gettin thrown out the club It be us Paul Shot out and bugged I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz I'm everything you think you don't know [Redman] I throw a 5 in the power Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps, 40 miles per hour I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore Takin change out the fountains at shoppin malls Rats can only afford Chuck E Cheese The blood in my jeans is tough like Buddy Lee Semi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin Meth pull the last spark plug with a heart pump [Hook:] [Redman] Call me will, enemy I state When 4 Doc run the scam New jacks studderin, that the man from the upperhand Punch, atomic bomb I hit many From Bricks to South Park you dyin with Kenny While you bailin I'm trailin Rockin hard hat helmets clip the satellite servallence When I walk by you better not be kickin Or I put two more in that terriyaki chicken [Meth] You've just been fitted for them seeman shoes This is bottom of the lake raps Stab you in the back Kung Fu 52 cops can't withstand the 52 blocks Unless they bust like 52 shots I'm the has been that have not Battle kids at Maxwell's house Know when I'm good to the last drop What's my name Meth he's name Doc Just like urban See me in the gran transportation splurgin Drivin with a turban who push a black suburban (come on) We rollin windows half down through the urban Network law lay it down like a persian M to the E to the F, spell curtain [Redman] Get out your car sucker This ain't yours Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls And brauds got the nerve to act funny You a champaine ho, with kool aide money Frown bitch, Doc up in that town quick You back down a point on nfl blitz I'm lyin buddah break fool and take two And put your hole in the earth to escape through [Hook:] [Talked] Dj Scratch Not ready for prime time playas Mr. Meth, Funk Doc Def Jam 2000 mutha fuckasssssss!!! [echos out] Calm me down baby Nod your head to this Come on Ey yo this is wkya radio We kickin your motha fuckin ass Yo Flex That's right it's goin down Redman, Method Man blackin the funk out Now listen Release Yo’ Delf 2Blue Raspberry: When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified Jet back to the lab, like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry, your careers won't be lasting long When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified Jet back to the lab, like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry, your careers won't be lasting long Method Man: Check it, I'm the fucking man who they mention Notice, that other niggas rap styles is bogus Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation Inside ya, 'cause I be that house over water Forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure, niggas need to touch they freaking picture For the sickness, that be spreading with the quickness Remedies, cousin I be doing on my enemies Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories Emotion, rushing through your down street vicinity Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity (Tical.... tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...) As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh Keep it movin and keep it movin uh Keep it movin, baby, we be movin uh Keep it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH What's that rhythm what's that sound Party people getting down When it hit the baddest man Just release, yo delf!! My God, somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand If he fronting, on any man down with the Clan I be coming, for the headpiece you can't cope for my brother I bring it to the Pope, word to mother Serial, killer, style from Big Isle No Stat My peoples are you with me where you at? Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick Niggas looking all in my face like they want dick It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo' That's all I can stands and I can't stands no mo' What is it? Niggas think they bigger Because they got the finger on the trigger of a pistol They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic Then I add a snapple, nigga want the juice but he don't want the hassle Then we try to overthrow the castle Better yet the tent when I'm coming to your town Black man, the rental, God, the pistol YAH! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK then beware I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops here No more dough will be made Unless it's being made by hoes What's that rhythm what's that sound Party people getting down When it hit the baddest man Just breathe in, till then And keep it moving, baby keep it moving I plan to keep it moving, you know we keep it movin uh And keep it moving, baby we be moving uh And keep it moving, you know we keep it moving uh And keep it moving, you know we keep it moving Baby we be moving, you know we keep it moo..RARHRAH Blue Raspberry: When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified Jet back to the lab, like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry, your careers won't be lasting long Method Man: Throw your hands in the sky And wave em from side to side And if you're ready to spark up the Meth-Tical Let me hear you say stimuli Blue Raspberry: When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified Jet back to the lab, like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry, your careers won't be lasting long Play 4 keepsHa, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah One time, yo Never liked son from day one, bring you tool That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared For when the pain come, this nigga's scared, shook to death From a cold stare, stunnin', knowin' my brothers fiend To do you somethin' over here, we head huntin' In the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin' I smash pumpkins, hard rock be in the cafe Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us The last days, makin' sure I get the last say In the food chain, is you predator or prey? If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back Crack your vertebrae, lookin' for a better way To get my point across, thoughts accelerate at the same speed Of the murder rate, Lord, never perpetrate a fraud 'Til my nigga Carlton Fisk see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth Life's a snippet, one way ticket Time tickin' fast, blink you might miss it Semen on street shit, you might catch fifty stitches Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete Evident, killa hill, resident, double dart agent Secret, intelligent, my rap style's flagrant Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for keeps In the city that you never sleep, pay attention Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland One hand holds the head of the last brave man Made man, Cuban link chain of command Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand My live team turn the club to a crime scene High beams flash, promoters die behind cream Get your face blown, might face the chrome We take this more serious than just a poem I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent About the foul shit goin' on in my life, current event It's evident I smoke cigarette down to Brownsville Thinkin' to myself, how many lives must my pound kill? Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase Hemmed by Jake, worryin' who might turn state's So I chill, put my killa niggas on the battlefield On the low plottin' silent murderer, never doubt still Never follow beef, hey, beef follow me Wanna settle it in the court? I say settle it in the streets Like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it Now you dry snitchin', because you got knocked with it I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute Stash my dough secure the funds of profit Yo, extreme rhyme niggas, you wastin' your time Fuckin' with my niggas, extraordinary line swishin' Your mind out position, tryin' to figure this shit Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song Doin' this for too long, to not come strong You're only a pawn of viet dong Tryin' to form against mines, you musta just been born Secluded on a distant farm, this is the real world Where niggas get shot and shanked, where there's tremendous pain You get your frame inflamed crushed to dust by the next man's clutch It's infamous you fucks, intense bad luck Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for Keeps In the city that you never sleep, pay attention Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready For a war here, fuck peace, what? Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for keeps In the city that you never sleep, pay attention Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready For a war here, fuck peace, peace More two One, two More two Check one, two C.E.O.utro[Russell Simmons speaking] Thanks for coming out. God bless you. Goodnight Intro (The Meth Lab)What's good. Staten Island stand up! This right here - Staten Island artist Done by Staten Island, made in Staten Island. Enjoy Fuckin' Meth Heads... Meth vs. Chef (original version)[Kung Fu Sample] Duel, worthy of a general If you want to fight, fight with me! One to one! Man to man! [Intro: Lounge Lo, (Raekwon)] Get ready to gel team! Live and direct from the one-six-ooh We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical! It's about to go on, Tical! You make the call, I make the call! It's all for all Method Man, Raekwon the Chef (count my shells) And there's about to be one left (count my shells, nigga) I know you know it's on kid (Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!) *bell rings* [Method Man, (Raekwon)] Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle Niggas thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught A bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short Of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic Missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven Tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical A bad motherfucking Buddha Monk, what the fuck Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front Out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain Of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat Wrap a power in a tec, to wet A nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer Bobbing on my nob like an all day sucker *bell rings* Bitch! Meth Vs. Chef (it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef (yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef (yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef (callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death *bell rings* [Raekwon] I'm going all out kid no turnbacks You could try to front, get smoked and that's that Lyric assassin, dressed in black bugging Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then I go to war in a concrete jungle, make the punt Cause niggas act funny, and fumble But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly Niggas stay strapped, armed to die Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowing Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session Bloodshot in that direction, cypher *bell rings* Attack you like chess moves best move Yo, yeah, yo The boards, your ass 'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings* 'Tack the boards like chess moves best move At Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew Live direct, yeah you better step Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet Motivate, to the gate With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle Airwaves, yo behave Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way *bell rings three times* Ahh shit! Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth Outro (Meth Lab Season 2)[News Report: Thotti Gotti] This show was brought to you by the United Staten Island Association In conjunction with Meth Lab Studios and Hanz On Music Entertainment Stayed tuned for the info on season 3, Meth Lab: Rehab Emergency Forecast (Thotti Gotti Weather Report)[News Report: Thotti Gotti] Weather report: I don't know how it is outside but in the Meth Lab, sure is cloudy Commercial Break (Thotto Gotti ”Pussy On Soundcloud”)[News Report: Thotti Gotti] With Backpage shutting down, bitches are now selling box on Soundcloud Available for download, link is in bio [Interlude] "Hahahahaha, yo, hahahha" "Oh, oh shit!" "Oh shit!" "Ahahahaha, ahah" "Oh, I'm done" City LightsI get tore up, I get tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights Yo, I'm rolling in my ride, my eyes real chinky Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it I 'will' keep a 'smith', just like Jada Pinkett Baby, without blinking, I do it my way I shit on folks, the opposite of R. K I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A Who am I? That nigga too fly My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines I ain't lying, I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard I'm all swish, make a memo on your black board This class here, nigga, is for the underground UGK, Doc and Meth, locking the summer down And I ain't playing games, homey, so get it right Cuz I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up every city lights, I get tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95 South and the dirty been riding dirty since Dirty died I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearing ponies And them older niggas was snapping on me How many rappers know me? I know what cash own Face it, this game I take it, in holy matrimony And now can't nothing hold me, I f*cks with UGK Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray You either in it pimping, or you just in the way I love this life that I'm living, your shit can end today Two things to know about me, I guess I'll never change And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain And I ain't playing games wit ya, so get it right And I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up every city lights, I get tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights For the king of the trill is up in this bitch Drop the top, but I get the switch You see my level, he tuck the stitch Texas, nigga, we getting rich F*ck a hater, man, f*ck a snitch G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po No more swag, now pass the dough dough We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo I'm bout my dough, ho, so don't play with my bread Man, I be trying to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead I'm popping that trunk and grabbing that chopper, putting that K to ya head I'd rather be laying up in the bed with your baby and may getting head Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, dripping like Bernadette My steering wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick I'm riding bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler And as far as the rims go, I'm an 84 dealer A smile peeler when I mash out in the Cady Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smoking on a fatty This UGK 4 Life, if you ain't know you better get it right Why, 'I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up every city lights, I get tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights UGK, Redman, Method Man, in the f*cking building, bitch [Spoken Outro] All That I NeedChorus: You're all I need to get by-- (x2) Verse One: Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me For real girl It's me in your world, believe me Nothing make a man feel betta than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatevera There's a few things dat's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nothin You made a brother feel like he was somethin Dat's why I'm witchu til dis day Boo no frontin Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay." Now dat's real to a brotha like me baby Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a fat ass crib wit thousands of kids Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife Jus be there for me I'm a make sure we Be livin in the fucking lap of luxury I'm realizing dat cha didn't have to fuck wit me But cha did now I'm going all out kid And I got mad love to give, you my nigga Chorus: (x2) Mary J Blidge: Like sweet morning dew I took 1 look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny With you I spend my time I'll dedicate my life I'll sacrifice to you Dedicate my life to you Verse Two: I got a love jonez for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone I'm already on da bone Plus I love da fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got dat good shit at home Even if I'm locked up North you in da world Rockin three fourths of cloth never showin' your stuff off, Boo It be true me for you dat's how it is I can be your knower you can be my Wiz Then I can be your sun, you can be my Earth Resurrect the God through birth, best believe Chorus (x6) Dangerous GroundYeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo All them real live motherfuckin' niggas Step up front right now, it's goin' down One love to Long Island, Hempstead in my heart, baby Shaolin what? Come on, come on Dangerous ground, tre pound, seven spin around For my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn, chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is this thing on? Send 'em to the children of the corn we the people See, niggas through the eye of the Demon My lethal injection, destroyin' evil Hot Nikkel, private eye, one pistol Aimin' at your brain tissue, do or die Said the spider to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?" Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D Symbolic thrill like God he shocked it Like a finger in a light socket Too good to be forgotten, in the rotten apple I kick dirt on your sand castle, check the flavor all natural (Beat your feet) Hot Niks, son (Heat-mizer) Before you get the main course (Taste a appetizer) Submerged in the word Heavy headed verbal that smack you Mentally disturb you, attack you Thirty-six chamb' once again comin' at you Young gun got the body snatch you observe Wise words you can only see through the third I fall way beyond the norm on the verb Shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on Track yellin' at me, "Get yo [Incomprehensible], God" [Incomprehensible] is hard, regardless to whom or what They all movin' targets, Allah Runnin' through your house and your block party, with rap shotty And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards Couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly Dumb deaf and blind, is it? I kick the spine out the battery backs Fuckin' with mine, keep it movin' Now, everybody just throw your hands in the What the fuck? Peace, who this? Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin' line, deep Space Nine Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs Let's converse, snatch the tap from your purse Body-surf on the verse head first Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you down with the heat And you spazzed out spittin' out teeth ain't nuttin' peace Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid 50 men convoy, expensive where's the big toy Rumble through the wasteland right hand's on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate Don't perpetrate, pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide mission Crime vision finger itchin' from a scope-view position Dangerous ground, tre pound, seven spin around For my bredren the cloud comes down Keep your eyes open, love potion Number nine poetry in motion Knowledge me the seventh sign Scopin', connivin', infiltrate is most of mine Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine Push and get shoved what the fuck God's thinkin' of? Comin' in the club wit that screw face, actin' up Is we men or mice? Bad moon risin', we wild for the night Kill a skitzofrenic, nigga twice 'cuz O That's what happened when frontin' on the Shaol' borough Island of Staten we in here no fear, assault wit intent To kill your whole regiment [Incomprehensible] Startin' wit yo president, duckin' my dart gun Tear apart, son, you don't want it then don't start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man, part fly Handle my B-I camouflage like G.I Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life that's the life Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle Tryin' to eat right another day another hustle, hustle, hustle Dangerous ground, tre pound, seven spin around For my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn, chop the thumbs off a thief, motherfucker True[Meth] Jeeeez! Now right You know you dead wrong Yo know... Turn me up, turn me up Jab me with a fuckin' spoon You know you dead wrong For this one right here baby, for real Yo, yo, yo Another day, another dollar Sharks wanna bite don't bother Cause this rhymes the truth, and The truths hard to swallow Don Dada, hard act to follow See Rockwilder with the iced out dog collar My crew want it all This bout is scheduled for one four We can build or we can brawl Yes y'all, last call for alchahol, damn! Monkey wrench fuckin' up the whole program [Chorus:] [Meth] Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin' Big head nigga's don't listen Hot and ah yes My complex got a complex Livin' in apartment complex I'm cashin' chin checks every first and fifteenth Failed my urinalasist, they threw me in the clink 5-0's can't stop the pot roll, Jonny Still Blaze, send young mc's to the potty Its side ways nine fifteen Be aware of the fatal flyin' guilintines Are you prepared? [Chorus:] Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Time flow constantly the way time flow I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please Didn't mama tell you about the birds and the bees? Especially them killa's Girls night out with gorrillas (Meth acting like monkey) Too slow ya' blow catterpilla Son got game And he pack a Rosco, ?fleat coal? train Player we ain't playin' Crush assossiated labels, don't let me in, I push my way in... [Meth interupts with coughing] As I was sayin', I push my way in, fuck it How many suffered For this Hip-Hop, if I can't see it, can't trust it Tic-toc when will that fake shit stop? Flip flop battery go dead in the clock [Chorus:] Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin' Big head nigga's don't listen Stapleton, the wild west Park Hill Port Richmond, now born jungle nill We dumbin', stunnin', bustin' to keep 'em comin' Nigga's with alchahol problems, a hundred miles and runnin', yeah Meth, I came here for crooks but I'm still here Called me every name in the book but I'm still here What up doc? This Looney Toon got 'em shell shocked Anvils droppin' out the sky once my hand cock Back, I check you in to the smack down hotel, while everythings black I'm like the cast in Belly I don't know how to act on wax Rockwilder bring it on back [Chorus:] Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Time flow constantly the way time flow I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O Sucker Mc’s[ODB] Daddy's home, your daddy's home to stay [Meth] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas Shit's like Hammer Time, niggas can't touch us [RZA] Straight up and down Wu-Tang forever Come tougher than DJ ?'s leather Make a better tomorrow Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers The fire come, transmit vire come The higher sire come, we burn your wire Wu-Tang be number one... [Meth & RZA] Four years ago a friend of mine Asked me to say some MC rhymes So I said this rhyme I'm about to say The rhyme was Meth and it went this way Yo, we took a test to become an MC All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me God threw me inside his Cadillac The chaffuer drove off and we never came back Meth cut the record down to the bone And now I rock solid chrome microphones Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs Champagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see... That's the life that I lead, you sucka MC, we G-O-D Take that and move back, or catch a heartattack Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack I chill at the party in my b-boy stance Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants Fly like a dove, that come from up above My nigga's Iron Lung but you can stay one love It's just a one two three a three a two one Throw your blunts in the air for the god Iron Lung Blow them right in your face with the bass You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste First come, first serve basis Coolin out boo, take you to the def places One of a kind for you people's delight And to you sucker MC, you know it ain't right Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew And everybody know what you've been through It's the one two three three two one Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn Iron Lung Smoke in your place with the highs and the bass Come in first place in the real rap race Go uptown, buy a bag of brown You sucker MC, a sad face clown Gettin OD ready to rock crowds steady You drive a big car get your gas from Getti [ODB] I'm ODB in the place to be Didn't go to St. John's University In the streets of Brooklyn I aquired the knowledge A Law of Mathematics that's higher than college I'm fly on skins that I gets in Queens She love filthy swine and my collard greens I'm dressed to kill, you know our style Cause niggas don't know that Dirty Dogg fly If you wanna see me baby come, you know Dirty Dog is number one [X2] I wrote this song about the (?) You gotta know where to start when the beats play [X2] Fire Ina HoleUh.. Come on [3X] State your business Come on Let's make it hot Come on (word) Let's make it hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) Come on, come on [Verse 1: Method Man] [Verse 1: (method man)] With all do respect to tha game Im tha ph- enom , not ready for primetime , be on Extinction , change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone Pass tha fuck out , somethin stinkin Could it be tha skunk? or could it be that body In tha trunk? of my lincoln , continental style Pop tha pussy like a pimple Im fed up I put it in your ear and fuck ya head up Turnin up tha tempauture Told them kids to enta tha 36 Masta meth shiiit Biohazaduas is pretentious Do it for tha chemically imbalanced State ya business Pay me at tha door' Ironman hear me raw , 12 inches Sure shot soldiers in the trenches Fire in a hole The game commences Third string rappers play the benches Reload There'll be no repentance for soul Just life sentence with no change for parole And thats real [Chorus:] Fire in a hole! (pray [echoes]) Fire in a hole! [10X] Fire in a hole! (yeah) Fire in a hole! (yeah, yeah) Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo, yo) [Verse 2: Redman] Gundowned at sun down Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown Your crew wanna punt now, pump-bloww Swimming trunks torn up from the huntdown Brakes lock 'em up now A rich bitch smack 'em up now A plucked out eyebrow down Naa dog, a broad got to be a hussy A hood rat that ride like the bride of Chuckey Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me" My revolver to reload like the Scussy, doc The bigfoot out for the squosh Shell shocked like I'm 6 months in the bush Fire in a hole! Hiking in the snow with 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow Footprints up timbs are wallabe souls We cased to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes Lay it down like plats in ya hair Ride off with your money then clap in the air [Chorus:] Fire in a hole! Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! [3X] Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo) [Verse 3: Method Man] This is for them niggas on the bricks Holdin' down a block for my nigga carlton fisk The kid that stay up in a blocks Ain't no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name off the giftlist Shit ain't been the same since the pain or forgiveness Dead man talkin' about elected Un live it cancer around throat of a critic Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can knocka' New on his ass, take a blast up a nucker For real though arsenic production that kills slow your eardrums Like a happy hooker with a dildo I spas on anyone who shows his ass I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas [Verse 4: Redman] Yo, yo With me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you Turn a rap game into W C W Off the rope I hang glide to the grove Straight people doubt french fries and a coke Doc's the name the burglar, serve ya That lead through five from frigs and murtar They skirt out my with Rick ran down tires What a chicken I met who hand out flyers Look I'ma areas, I don't have it My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic Bounce like box springs on your craft-matic Before you be sueing doc for malpractice You couldn't bang from start Your girl see you beat up and shit Get a change of heart Flaming dark spit it, name a mark My impact towards you JFK playin' in a park [Chorus:] Fire in a hole! [14X] Yeah [3X] Fire in a hole Yeah [5X] Mister meth, ha-ha Funk doctor, ha-ha Mathematics on the track, ha-ha All my niggas in the bricks All my niggas on Shaolin Worldwide To my whole crew, BBC Hahhahahahaa.... I’m a G[Intro: Method Man] Ay-Yo, What up y'all? It's ya boy big Meth Y'all know how I do Motherfuckers I eat ya food up fast! I'm here representing for my nigga Kazh He comin' Through you know how i'm doin Word up ...... Van' city where you at? Get at ya' Boy early! [Chorus: Method Man] My chucks are scuffed up, Khakis hang low Mass amount of hoes, my rims and chain glow I'm all about my dough What bitch? You ain't know? 'I'm a G, the one these lil' niggas wanna be' Look, I'm on my A-Game niggas stay in ya lane Pump ya breaks fo' I pump two slugs straight in ya brain Look, I blow like K bitch you know the name 'I'm a G, the one these lil niggas wanna be' [Verse 1: Young Kazh] I'm out in Van' City on my Grizzly do Left them 2's alone but my goons pack chrome Listen the way I spit it, fly, photogenic Had your girl all up in the rental We sentimental Gentlemen'll clapped wassup? KC in the house lil ma' wassup? Although my people is lethal We came to party wit'cha Lil' weed, lil' hen, lil' bacardi wit'cha Dont make me ball out The four fitfth cal. and wile out Young Kazh, Mr Meth-Tical in the house Get ya Hands up! Shake yo titties, bounce yo ass to the rhythm Hot rhymes I spit, imagine the way i'm livin' Flights to the caribbean, party with fly women Cruises over seas, pockets full of G's Progress in the streets, gully I chase money Stackin, I'm still hungry Timbs are state [?] [Chorus: Method Man] My chucks are scuffed up, Khakis hang low Mass amount of hoes, my rims and chain glow I'm all about my dough What bitch? You ain't know? 'I'm a G, the one these lil niggas wanna be' Look, Im on my A-Game niggas stay in ya lane Pump ya breaks fo' I pump two slugs straight in ya brain Look, I blow like K bitch you know the name ''Im a G, the one these lil niggas wanna be' [Method Man - Spoken] What'up Shitty drawls ass niggas Its ya boy Big Meth right here Coming through with the SU You know how the W-U do it We ain't playing with y'all motherfuckers [Verse 2: Tre Nyce] Now if you got a fat spliff go and light it up I'm tryna hit a bad chick till I get a nut Then I get a nuf' Kush in the central, smoke till the jar empty On my A-Game [?] cases like Marc Emery Short term Memory Long term Money Each ear stay with a carrot like Bugz Bunny I know you haters mad that we gettin it man Van city got locked by Kuruption Camp And we, stay fly blowin kush to the sky Method Man, Redman, How high? Im a G nigga thats... No lie So when we in the club Know them bottles gon' pile Eyes like a hawk for them haters and vultures See us front page of your cannibis culture Touch it, take a pull girl I know that ya want to 3 way, U-tray this Marijuana [Chorus: Method Man] My chucks are scuffed up, Khakis hang low Mass amount of hoes, my rims and chain glow I'm all about my dough What bitch? You ain't know? 'I'm a G, the one these lil niggas wanna be' Look, Im on my A-Game niggas stay in ya lane Pump ya breaks fo' I pump two slugs straight in ya brain Look, I blow like K bitch you know the name 'I'm a G, the one these lil niggas wanna be' [Outro: Method Man - speaking] Serious[Verse 1: Hanz On] Hanz on he yo beast Meth lab we gon' feast Mad now call him Cheech Meth man got the keef Street lights in the building Wu bang for the children You know the stat and we the best Come meet these killers in the flesh [Method Man] 5 thousand dollars on the love sofa Stealing public houses with them love coca Still love the culture and them bud smokers But to my soldiers that cross line, that loves over See I ain't never wrote a raps over A loss cost but a win free, [?] Situation fishy like some bad chocha Or y'all just tryna twist me like some bad yoga [Hanz On] Park hills you know what it is Nowadays I got bills and kids Like bills in that type of shit These niggas busy tryna keep it lit Homie lying on the smartphone I'm tryna tell em need to stop holmes This shit ain't bout eating babies And have em have me acting crazy [Method Man] I'm too hot and still fire baby And 2pac is still alive baby I love my family cuz they mine baby They get to [?] Whatever happen to them crack babies Hello [?] smoking some crack maybe And I don't know where you rappers getting your batch lately Before you rappers, its a rap send in a fat lady [Instrumental] [Verse 2: Hanz On] Its like my killers they on call dog Do ya dirty call ya boss hog Terminate em like a loss job I see his death to all these fake frauds I swear to god I'm so serious Got me getting these guns if you curious I said the stat and we the best From killing out here to the west [Method Man] Got labels calling cuz I rhyme slick You, you never get the ring, you like a side chick Ask berry crock where them pies trick The dark knight and I'm back robin no sidekick See I ain't lying when that lie lit I touch a cloud, it only raise when I spit I'm tryna tell these rappers when I spit Update the app in yo Iphones like Iquick Kane’s Theme* This is an alternate take from the promo version of "WWF Aggression" [Method Man] Ah-ahhowwwwwwwwww! We are... here... To lay this boy... to rest... And so shall you... Be put, to death... [Method Man] Beware of the six-six-six So morbid and twisted I'm sick, sick, sick Mad and sadistic, dark like sun when it eclipses Grab your crucifixes and RUN... From the hellfire fiend, The Big Red Machine Heads get chopped in the guillotine, burnt in kerosene Now you don't believe in the unseen By any means necessary back to the cemetary IT'S KANE! Chorus: Method Man Unstoppable, unconquerable - impossible, unstoppable Unstoppable, unconquerable - impossible, unstoppable (It's KANE!) Unstoppable, unconquerable - impossible, unstoppable Unstoppable, unconquerable - impossible, unstoppable [Method Man] I rise from the tomb A quarter pass midnight, full moon The theme music kicks in, you'rre doomed Soon comes the bell, it's me against you in a cage match cell You get a chokeslam from hell LOOK OUT! Great balls of fire, no doubt My flame can't be doused, this is what pain's about Lock all the doors and the windows in your house Night of the Grim Reaper, tales from the Crypt Keeper IT'S KANE! Chorus [Method Man] Feel the tombstone piledriver You hit the floor, thankin God you're alive-ah Hail Mary take no prisoners and no survivors Found scary like a convoy of drunk drivers, ahhhhhhhowww Tragic, that old black magic A-tisket-a-tasket, a coffin or a casket Grateful Dead, nightmares that make you wet the bed Visions of bloodshed dancing through your head IT'S KANE! Chorus 1/2 {*Method Man grunts and growls*} IT'S KANE! (2X) Unstoppable, unconquerable - impossible, unstoppable Unstoppable, unconquerable - impossible, unstoppable {*Meth babbles on until fade*} Buck 50[Method Man] Supreme Clientele Who on this? The Fenon, them niggas can't live Who on this? We ain't got shit, Summin Gotz ta Give Y'll done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the kid Die and live for my nigs and my bad ass kids Freeze [sniff], lookin at your ice like please Plottin on the mouse trap, about to snatch the cheese I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psycho therapy Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be Ain't nuttin nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin All that tough talk don't mean nuttin when ya up north So keep them hands where I can see them like ya want freedom You know that sayin, if ya can't join 'em Beat 'em and push ya way in We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion Pick the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your waist up Niggas writin slum juice with Jacob, fool You're like dude, I don't like your fuckin attitude Frontin on my Clan from Shao', we ain't mad at you [Ghostface Killah] Yo, Starks dippin cheesy face, meesly pace Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste Droopy luck, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy" [Cappadonna] Cappa slide thru with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls Drip jew-els, big heat ruffle inside the bubble-goose It's the odd couple, holo-points follow you home in Staten Island Playin with the big toys that make noise Echo in the hall, a scared voice Niggas start to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines Made the club moist, shattered the windows Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black Jesus [Redman] Yo, the words you talk better be the words you walk Body you in the van while the nurse is off Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart Till it bleeds from Bricks to the Persian Gulf Light curcuits off, thirty-third if my brain is off That explains why my language off My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like them training bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared For the project flow, with extra stares I pass out a vest to wear (bullets'll fly) Yo, a hard wire, startin bonfires Pullin mask, so you know it's me Your weave got more seeds than odb Can't smoke wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya Def and Wu will open ya [Method Man] Your shit lice Baby shake your shit 'fore your shit lice Get rich like... [Ghostface Killah] Word, it's me y'all We in two sixes, flirtin with bitches Dime plush, takin pictures "How you doin baby, my name's Ghost Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak" Seek intelligence, slickest nigga doin it since Grease Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's Island Stretched out, malled up in the cage Pull a? Out on Jimmy Jam, shakes Space Jam Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come Biggie's Versacis, Snow White rabbit Hands is like photographic magic Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, don't make it a habit Hit the gym in two weeks, my back all chisseled Elbows unique now, meet the new me Ghetto fabulous, Tony Atlas Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of Masey's I start my own Chapters Tyco, Nike glow, velvet pose Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you after shows Supercalifragilisticexbealidosious Ghost'll hollar exbefragilisticcalisuper Cancoon, catch me in the room eatin group up [Method Man] Shoe fly shoe, Wally dark Clark crew Fuck y'all wan' do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two And flip like, yellin for the whole click, it's sick like The way yo' stank bitch eat a dick like Baby shake yo' shit, hold yo' dick like Gettin rich like.. No HooksRZA: Spectacular cardiovascular attacker! Shaq's on the track with the blackular Puzzler! Rugged slugger, 40 oz guzzla Gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular Veins... do it quick nicca bi**h, before your brain get drained... With the horror you now have become stained... Ice cold, like the winter, Eskimo! Enter The skill like a splinter! A decimal Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we... (Suuuuuuu!) Ah, intellectual Styles break your mind! Shine, nigga, shine! All: We don't need no hooks! Shaq: The Shaq Attaq has risen Au concrete PM this is twizm Always & forever, forever always attack I bring flava to ya ear like Craig Mack! Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas Illmatic CD, #3 Static! You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin' AEIOU's a ass-whoopin'! You're tooken Into Clear & Present Danger, I'm a perfect stranger Quick to rearrange a... outlook, so look out So here me comes! Quick to beat you down Like the RZA on the drums! Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin' My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman Emblem! Marks, get set, go left The Shaq, the RZA, get ready for the Meth! All: We don't need no hooks! Method Man: Dangersome, comin' mad phat, Terrordome Like whadva ak, we can get it on. Break 'em down I'm a set it, yeah, ooh dat dirty rat, bring 'em here To the mindbender, the deathsender to your ear: Method Whatup, hookers? Hoodrats are no goodaz It be Tical breakin' rims with the Seven footer: Shaq. Bring it to the front, now bring it back To the head, black, 'cuz when my Soul Train hit the track Target: the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it The whole industry is gassed up and now they farted My object is destruction, for percussion, rhymes are bustin' Got your wholes block duckin' Down! The end is here, apocalypse now! Gettin' shot, peace'll work it out (more We don't need no hooks stuff) Outro[Verse 1] A-yo, everybody get the fuck out! Right now! The Meth Lab is closed, Crystal Meth coming soon! Shout out 3rd Digala Method Man - PLO Style (REMIX)Here come the Ruckus Dat’s Dat Shit, Young Zee) [Method Man] Uh, get ya stank on [Radio voice] WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN YOUR ASS! [Mally G/Jamal] My receitals is worth ten titles I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you The shit I spit damaging your vitals Nobody ride through like my squad do Got all y'all players suicidal Actin niggas, take two You heard the news, I'ma break it to ya We're here to headline the bill and Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villain A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin Yo Funk Doc, pass the Glock, this bitch nigga grillin I make moves wit my big dog ?bounce? Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds Y'all know who really lockin this shit down When we rock it, don't we all stand out? Y'all hazardarious, clear out Get ya ass out 'fore I tear it out And show you what I'm talkin 'bout [Chorus: Redman, Method Man (Young Zee)] Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha! Get ya stoned and get ya wide Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth) Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick) Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya high (yeah) Get ya stoned and get ya wide Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth) Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick) [Redman] I'm high-powered, the dog rott weiler Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours You wet cowards, I'm live wire Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan printed Load it and it goes like summer jam tickets Fam can't dig it, pop goes the wea-sel You be hidin under your peacoat wit people I told cops, roll blocks, no props Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both shot That's how we go out, are you the thug type? To ride down like Hopper from a Bug Life? Watch the movie, haters tried to eye screw D Your beef in small claims court, Judge Judy When you and I meet up, the fight heat up Bloody up ya wife beater then light weed up [Chorus] [Method Man] I melt wax, Cuban Link chain react Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of velocity Play me like Monopoly Pay me everytime you trespass on my property I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin me Possibly I rock well, somebody always watchin me Livin in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity Undress a kid properly When I keeps it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me Constant motivation, the god fiend bury kings Proper education, Allah sees everything How High, just another form of elevation That's why I choose to build from the basement Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are wastin More these Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan Allah Math, break the phonograph in half Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash (Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the click (Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over dick WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and black It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a match? [Chorus] [Young Zee] Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick [Redman] Get ya up and get ya high Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick [Method Man] Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over dick [Redman (Young Zee)] Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all stupid bitches keep fightin over dick) Get ya stoned and get ya wide Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!) Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah) Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin over dick) Get ya stoned and get ya high ha Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin over dick) Get ya stoned and get ya high ha The Setup (2004 Tim Westwood Freestyle)[Verse 1: Method Man] Yes I'm in the place for sure! Yeah, yeah, yeah 'Til crime pays up John Blaze up I'm hella hot Get that weight up This nigga straight up Like twelve o' clock [?] up I mixed it with [?] To blow the cake up Bet on Jacob Might wake up Gagged and taped up It's us Older than dirt We fart dust Plus we can't get enough of this In God we trust That's big bucks I drive a big-ass truck That's just big enough for a big-ass butt Errday, (everyday) follow my lead And errday, (everyday) I keep weed Like all that I need is Mary J Want mo' pay Gimme mo' chips than Frito-Lay So any thoughts of sinking my ship is D.O.A That's right family, understand me? I boombayeh where you lay, family Like Miami, be M.I.A Now how high? So high that I can kiss the sky Who wanna (kiss) be the next ass that's kissed goodbye? Speaking my piece, before ya fix ya lips to try I'm hotter than greese And I got bigger fish to fry In this cold world, no tellin' who's supplying the heat Who put niggas on Elm Street and hope they die in they sleep? I got my sword on, not a average sendin' me in What oxymorons, this is where your ending begin That's just a method If it ain't, I ain't saying it is Some call me father like a priest, but I ain't playin' with kids Pass the dutch, my blood pressure that's what's up And that shit that y'all was writing all day... That's my nuts Stay focused, stay in ya lane I swing a hook like Candyman If ya sayin' my name Ain't nuthin' change [Verse 2: Method Man] Ya know why? Cause that tough talk 'ill get ya nowhere fast Champagne bottled if ya go there smash Hits after midnight and still cash rule I'm lovin' Cinderella and her one glass shoe I'm is what I'm is and that's all that I'm is I've been spoiled, my kids called it like it is Watch out now, who buyed his milk as a cow? And his fat farm come with a hoe and a plow That leave you sleepy Defeat me, how? You greasy, yo' bitch got a eye on her knee They call her "Kneesee" Ten years and counting It's been me and these two balls now And we ain't thinking bout bouncing The show ain't over 'til the fat lady sings 'Til then, I'll see more ass than a fat lady('s) jeans Folks wanna picture me broke, watch the birdie Then let's get dirty like Westwood and Jersey Come on A Special Joint (Intro)[Redman]: Do you want to get high man? [Method Man]: I see em. Does Pinochio have wooden balls man? [Redman]: Well yo, I got a joint I've been saving here for a special occasion [Method Man]: Ahh, niggas, bitches, welcome. A full tank of gas, a pound of weed, a bird called Pinky. To the East, driver to the East. Funk Doctor and the Phino By the way, this is protected by the red, the track, and Tical. With the key [Redman]: Oh shit where the keys at? All I Need (Bad Boy mix)Chorus: You're all that I need, I'll be there for you If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo On top of that you got the good power-U Verse One: Check it out Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things that's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nuttin You made a brother feel like he was something That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay" Now that's real to a brother like me baby Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me I'm a make sure we Be livin in the fucking lap of luxury I'm realizing that cha didn't have to fuck with me But cha did now I'm going all out kid And I got mad love to give, you my nigga Chorus 2X Verse Two: I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got the good shit at home Even if I'm locked up North you in the world Rockin three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo It be true me for you that's how it is I can be your Noah you can be my Wiz Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth Resurrect the God through birth Best believe Chorus 2X Meth V.S. Chef Part IIYo, blow my nose for me, man Word up, man (f*ck them) Spit in your mouth, piss on your bitch We them wrist getters, everything real bout this, duke You f*cking with them niggas that's splashed up, slave master's master Dumb move, blast your slut We want it all, living in Persia, burn something Snow White rose, bulldog ershkama Yo take that, drive that around the corner Yeah, shit on your crew, nigga, it's Wu Rap athletes, the trap sheet bigger than you If you ask me, the Cash Rule Nigga, eat that pussy, you cat food I sneeze on the track, get at you I'm sick in the head, I'm getting some head If she ain't bout getting some bread, don't get in this bed Real talk, mami, you gotta bounce Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo It's only when we in beef, we humble in deep Might kill four-five niggas, die in my sleep I argue though, who the best, we hardly know I came through in the S, wash me, yo Yo, yo, do that for me, go around that car Niggas, digging they nose, and digging they ass When I got chips, can't none of ya'll dig in my bag I pop shit, my killas is black, I got chicks that got chicks My real world realer than rap I'm hot, bitch, material, Meth, beyond lyrical Wake up every morning eat that Captain Crunch cereal That's that shit right there Dick game super, grupa fish, Cris' Krug' lottos I'm a bring it back, one wish Fresh to death, I'm always, always Rae in the hallways Yeah, always stay Ya'll rappers gon' feel my pain, but the other way around When it's going down, I'm gon' rain That's my chair, nigga, get the f*ck out of it Yo, f*ck you, pay me, if Dirt Dog could see me now He'd probably say "F*ck you, pay me" Blowing smoke clouds, shit's crazy Doorag your dome, get wavy, rap ain't done shit for me lately It's ass backwards, this game trynna play me I bet this never happens to Jay-Z Get money, f*ck them haters, real talk Pay me, play me, weigh he, just the right measurement This may happen in a day, G I'm a keep it real, for real G's, niggas is lame Industry pussies, we can't feel these Regardless that I'm paid in flossy, rich in the mind I do this for the nine niggas who forced me Ya'll niggas is playing me, man Say (radio)[Lauryn][Method Man] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah (Yeah) Yeah yeah (Yo) [Method Man] Damn, I hate it when it rain Ever since I came in the game Some hated on the fame A lot of niggas done changed And started actin' strange Even labels turning they backs And started backing lames Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin' These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live It lives in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep R.I.P., make me the king of all I see And when death call I'm good I got call ID See it was planned in the front, now they just gon' front Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't bump Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill When in fact they all been programmed And lost they feel, fo' real Chorus: [Lauryn](Method Man] They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah) They got so much things to say (Yo) [Method Man] Damn, another artist chokes again They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there ain't no ends Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them clubs When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot It's time to learn, what hot really is and really is not Off brain niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to show off blocks I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the cops want me Shackled and locked inside the penalty box And while they waitin' for my shit to flop They gettin' pimped like hoes Sellin' they ass just to get my spot, come on man Repeat Chorus [Method Man] Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill Often so hungry that they have to steal If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve And here's three words: stop working mine It take a lot more to hurt my pride Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga The last album wasn't feeling my style This time my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do But somehow yall find someway to give a whack review It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood Come on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines Repeat Chorus Reporting From The Slums[Intro: Rebecca Raines] Should I, could I try to say That I want you every way? Should I, could I try to say? [Verse 1: Yah-Sin] Another pack to sell, another crack that got knocked in jailed While others layin' with the daffodils Fuck around and seen the cops was the ones busting At your head, damn, little nigga, you ain't done nothing Store trips turnin' into corpses More sips of that Henny spilled, debts are costin' Of course it's Yah-Sin again, makin' fans tremblin' And skin 'em and, known to meditate and count Benjamins Word to mommy or whoever maker You've been climbin' up the stairs, I'm an elevator, tell your neighbor That hater attitude is keepin' us down They wanna know my secrets now Everybody searchin' for a deeper sound [Hook] I'm reportin' from the slums right now Another mother, someone just shot down The way she cried was a frightening sound Man this shit gotta stop somehow I'm reportin' from the hood right now Another momma, someone's just shot down The way she cried was a frightening sound Man this shit gotta stop somehow It's gotta be a better way out [Verse 2: Method Man] Staten Island is iller, off the island they feel us Some people might not get us but they don't doubt that we're killers The system tryna kill us cause they don't doubt we're guerrillas He home after that body then we don't doubt he a squealer The dealers, everybody wants nice things The realest get murdered over money and dice games, I get it If your trap life's a gimmick then everybody a critic That's a nice place to visit but they ain't tryin' to live it Raw is how I give it like UG Cops be askin' questions like, "Who's he?" But I ain't sellin' no loosies Brother when you walk in that room past, you lose me That's why we never kick it like Bruce Lee [Hook] I'm reportin' from the slums right now Another mother, someone just shot down The way she cried was a frightening sound Man this shit gotta stop somehow I'm reportin' from the hood right now Another momma, someone's just shot down The way she cried was a frightening sound Man this shit gotta stop somehow It's gotta be a better way out [Verse 3: Spank] Sufferin' reality, perseverin' my salary Trapped inside the drama like lookin' at Grey's Anatomy Thinkin' of ways to capture the plan the creator have for me It's principles when you the one takin' care of your faculty Test tube, baby, the meth lab, the left jab Right hook feel like I million dollars in X tabs Gotta be a better way, llamas with me every day It's goin' down everywhere, I'm laughin' while they let it spray Real niggas' mamas cry, real niggas gotta ride Some call it revenge, but still it's a homicide Wonder how their father feel, will real niggas shed a tear? Or do they only shed blood? They feel like they're forever feared [Hook] I'm reportin' from the slums right now Another mother, someone just shot down The way she cried was a frightening sound Man this shit gotta stop somehow I'm reportin' from the hood right now Another momma, someone's just shot down The way she cried was a frightening sound Man this shit gotta stop somehow It's gotta be a better way out Hey ZuluTurn the beat up a little bit Got to get that part, baby I'mma do it like this, baby, I don't give a f*ck, baby Yo, yo I walk in the spot, and I see niggas standing 'round So I ask what's going down Got a girl in the back, a blunt in the mouth And a chain on my neck, hang to the ground Hey, I said how you feel? Baby look tough with a gangsta grill I ain't rich, but I pay my bill I'm like Jay, I'm trying to drop me 'a mil' My hood tripping, chrome wheel whipping With all these hoes, you can tell I'm slipping Shots of Patron, got bird eye vision Even broke niggas wanna learn my pimping Yeah, yo, let's be clear You're unaware what's in the underwear She said 'yeah', I said 'yeah' Pulled the purp' out and put it in the air Aiyo, I smell something burning up So I throw it up, and I put it in the air (Tell that DJ, turn it up While I roll it up, and I, put it in the air) {Higher, we gon' take it, higher, watch me move it Higher, we put money in the air} Put, put, put, put Put it in the air When I come up in the club, and I see my niggas on the wall And I'm like 'yo, what's wrong with ya'll ?' Got these girls in the spot, and I don't care if she a bird or not Cuz I ain't really trynna talk to ya'll Got a pocket full of stones, grown with a pocket full of bones I'm a class act, I follow with the chrome Lane switching, got your misses on the phone Baby girl, turn ya head and teeth missing out her comb Look, I want this money off the books Little kush, and a Playboy bunny that can cook You wan't the truth? Man, you f*cking with a crook But these niggas want the juice, now they f*cking up the jooks Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't muthaf*cking care Cuz the green is the only thing puffin' over here So be clear, put this bug up in your ear Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air A dude like me, keep a boom boom in the truck So you hear Doc rolling up Middle finger in the air, to my haters, yo, what's up? You can tell Doc f*ck shit up Hey, nigga, I'm so hood My hand on the pump, niggas understood Bitch, I'm no good, I swear Light shit up like Times Square, put it in the air I got a bottle of Patron, I'm the only one that spent that cash But everybody try to get they glass Now we can all have a drink, if you trying to put some dough in the bank But if not, ya'll can kiss my ass I need a, Cinderella that can give me the loot Better yet, a French vanilla that can give me the scoop Oh yeah, just so we clear, put this bug up in your ear Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air All I Need (LP version)Chorus: You're all that I need, I'll be there for you If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo On top of that you got the good power-U Verse One: Check it out Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things that's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nuttin You made a brother feel like he was something That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay" Now that's real to a brother like me baby Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me I'm a make sure we Be livin in the fucking lap of luxury I'm realizing that cha didn't have to fuck with me But cha did now I'm going all out kid And I got mad love to give, you my nigga Chorus 2X Verse Two: I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got the good shit at home Even if I'm locked up North you in the world Rockin three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo It be true me for you that's how it is I can be your Noah you can be my Wiz Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth Resurrect the God through birth Best believe Chorus 2X How Bout DatYo, I hit the 'freeway' after I 'rock the mic' Light up like Showtime when they about to fight How bout dat, boy, when that truck ride 38's Your middle finger up at the light, I'm nice Doc ride or die, I bubble up when the pouring peroxide It's dirty, lookie here Still sharp like I'm back in school It's like Wonder Blade, cut a nigga smooth Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo, who let the dog loose? Whips and chains, I don't wanna argue The big whale that's writing fishscale Like me, better believe, I'm too hard to harpoon My goons, think like Chris Wallace 'Give me the loot' and I don't wanna talk about it When my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I Crush the building, how about that? Look at my shoes, how about that, nigga? (My car, how about that, nigga?) {Getting money, how about that, nigga?} Got My Mind Made Up[Verse One: Daz] You find an mc like me who's strong Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded Would it be the greatest mc of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride Breakin in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... [Verse Two: 2Pac] So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt You swear the bitch was planted My lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation But Konichiwa Bi**chesKonichiwa bi*ches Konichiwa bi*ches What up, what up, these n****z suck? They can't hold a fort, better hold that thought, B If I can't get it off, see my attitude is MSG F*** it, I'm salty, the game been loss me Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting like I'm past my prime Hey Carlton Fisk, n****, pass the nine, who wanna cross me, now? And put my body in the lost and found You with the business, then bust off a round It's like the passions of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice And the audacity for having that life, while n****z starving and s*** The main reason they be robbing and s*** The same reason you've been targeted b**** (These n****z must of forgot) The thin line between a hoe and a trick Give 'em the clip between the four and the fifth (Yea, motherf***er I'm high) There I go again, blowing a spliff When I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a kiss (Konichiwa bi*ches) N.Y.C., is all I see, O.D.B., n****, R.I.P (Konichiwa bi*ches) This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C., you want it all Well, then y'all like me (Konichiwa bi*ches) Come on, come on, I think they playing my song I came to blow them out the frame and I'm gone (Konichiwa bi*ches) M E T, to the H O D, why motherf***ers wanna hate on me? (Konichiwa bi*ches) For every rhyme, there's a hair on my chest Scared of the Man, you should be scared of the Meth Now every damn that I drop, is homicidal, that could dare to be done There's no survival, now who care to be next? (If you don't know me by now) Know where the borough is, doing it for The most thoroughest, you doing the most, pa The French call it "forpa" when f***ing with son The odds a hundred to none, too many flavors Y'all ain't f***ing with one It's getting deep, see the plot thicker No place to be, if you b*****, n**** Outside the Clan, we always got RZA I put it down, like I don't give a One in the head, I bet he don't get up We drinking malt liquor out of your Benz Just to talk slicker then paint a scene that you can all picture You going in? Well, let me walk with cha It's Method Man, but for short Mr., Mef (Konichiwa bi*ches) N.Y.C., is all I see, O.D.B., n****, R.I.P (Konichiwa bi*ches) This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C., you want it all Well, then y'all like me (Konichiwa bi*ches) Come on, come on, I think they playing my song I came to blow them out the frame and I'm gone (Konichiwa bi*ches) M E T, to the H O D, why motherf***ers wanna hate on me? (Konichiwa bi*ches) Konichiwa bi*ches Konichiwa bi*ches Konichiwa bi*ches Konichiwa bi*ches Uh Huh (remix) (produced by J-Love)"Bus driver -- this here gal refused to give me her seat!" [Intro: Method Man] Everybody... huh, yeah Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now, uh, yeah, yo [Method Man] What up my people equal?, this be Tical: The Prequel Shine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal I mean that "ooh wee", three years and two g's I'm back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafs While ya'll was just rappin', who get the set crackin'? Just like a neck snappin', let's get this next platinum What's happ'n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man? I held your hand through them years when ya'll was stressed, fam That's why I still love you and Russell still hustle Let's get to pumpin' iron, and flex some real muscle Up in this bitch due, my click is Rick Rude And I ain't got the ivory, this ain't the flick, dude Somebody told me, ya'll can't hold me Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely You need back off bitch, you don't know me Got to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey [Chorus: Method Man] Meth is killin', M.C. killin' What more can I say, stop grillin' That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood And since ya'll understood... would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey [Method Man] Ok, the love issue, don't let that love get you My brothers love pistol, doin' they thug dizzle Bet ya'll ain't know, did you?, that I'm a pro, did you? Until the flow hit you, fuck it, I'm official Bone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickel Place that don't tickle, can't wait to zone wit you I'm hard as stone chisel, Meth got his own little Formula to go triple -- for shizzle Ya'll know my occupation, I'm puttin' in the work So any imitation, I'm puttin' in the dirt That shit is aggravatin', why ya'll procrastinatin' I got some massive waitin', and she probably masturbatin' Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fifty If I got a problem, then that's one problem too many So don't tempt me, I'll bust until I'm empty Swiftly, that way, I get the chance to take you with me, muthafucka! [Chorus] [Method Man] Yo, I got style, H rap round, back up and back down Act up, we back clown, last up to bat now It's me Ticallion, swing like Barry Bonds Mommy got a ratty thong, happy cuz daddy gone Turn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it'll get Cook it once the griddle gets so hot, good lookin' kid Ok, now where was I? Prepared, was I Your man broke his jaw tryin' to say what I Say on this mic, not a day in your life, could ya Say I ain't nice, could ya? If I ain't nice, would ya? Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come her, she stuntin' Can hear me "cummin'" like my dick's in her ear or somethin' I put that on my momma, she put that on her kids He put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya fuckin' wig That's how it is, ask Bobby Dig' We back on your block, with 'nuff shots to give, muthafucka! [Chorus 2X] Intro (Tical 0: The Prequel )(rza) Yeah what up yo This is the rza aka buddah zig zag in tha law I wanna run the ultima tical The prequel Starring wu tang brotha numbah 1 The m-e-t-h-o-you-n Aka johnny blaze Aka hot nicks the iron lung Big john studd johnny storm Check it out yo Our brother meth is about to take you on some wuddah And the unswarn chambers of the wu tang universe So I want all my nizza wit all my wizards Big big bag of rizza ticuriny and blizzards And sit back as johnny blaze takes you on a ride to the upper side Piece of the wu tang family Ten years strong forty for your albums sold Platinumb gold and the sagas continue (johnny blaze) Alright lets do it Where’s Method Man?Satayin ed lover on the microphone, BLAZIN hittin you in your head yo That was a fat joint that was the Wu-Tang dude ha hoo ha hoo ha word up Man, speakin of the Wu-Tang where the f**k is method man?! i mean god Damn how long is it going to take one nigga to make another album, i Mean come on i'm sittin here scratching my BALLS, dog i'm thirsty, i got A big cup of Method Man lemon aid right here nigga, i need to drink this Shit, hit me with another album dog, anybody seen this motherf**ker? Imean somebody call me somebody from staton island, long island, i don't Give a f**k if you from warchester massachussettes, if you see method Man, get at a nigga so i know wear he at man Meth! when you gonna do Another album? Mr. Tical, Johnny Blaze, method man ktallion stallion Flyin glyion what ever you call your f**kin self, could you please hit These niggas with another album please, i bet you he somewhere getting Blazed up with redman, you know what meth you don't want to make another Album, ah you know what you don't want to make another album, f**k you Whatever man Bring the Pain (Chemical Brothers Remix)[Intro: Method Man] Chemical, brothers Chemical, brothers [Verse 1: Method Man] I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental, based on instrumental Records, hey, so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the King But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the CREAM Check it, just how deep can shit get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed Who da boss? Niggas get tossed to the side And I'm the dark side of the Forcе Of course it's the Method, Man from thе Wu-Tang Clan I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece, protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus Bustin' at me, bruh, now bust it Quick on the draw with my hands on the four- Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore Check it, 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof Huh, vodka, no OJ, no straw When you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns Enough to give my chest hairs a perm I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo' [Bridge: Method Man] On your left, south On your left, south On your left, south On your left, southpaw, Mr. Meth [Interlude: Booster & (Method Man)] When I was a likle stereo (Stereo) I listen to some Cham-pi-on (Champion) I always wonda (wondered) When I will be di numba one (Tical! Hahaha) And now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon) And a Gorgon sound a Rein An' any jump and come tes' mi (Test me) Mi a-go lick out dem brain [Bridge: Method Man] Is it real, son? Is it real, son? Is it real, son? I came to bring the pain hardcore from the... Chemical, brothers Chemical, brothers Chemical, brothers Chemical, brothers Chemical, brothers (Is it real, son?) Chemical, brothers (Is it real, son?) Chemical, brothers (Is it real, son?) Chemical, brothers [Interlude: Booster & (Method Man)] When I was a likle stereo (Stereo) I listen to some Cham-pi-on (Champion) I always wonda (wondered) When I will be di numba one (Tical! Hahaha) And now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon) And a Gorgon sound a Rein An' any jump and come tes' mi (Test me) Mi a-go lick out dem brain [Outro: Method Man] I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Say (main)[Lauryn][Method Man] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah (Yeah) Yeah yeah (Yo) [Method Man] Damn, I hate it when it rain Ever since I came in the game Some hated on the fame A lot of niggas done changed And started actin' strange Even labels turning they backs And started backing lames Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin' These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live It lives in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep R.I.P., make me the king of all I see And when death call I'm good I got call ID See it was planned in the front, now they just gon' front Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't bump Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill When in fact they all been programmed And lost they feel, fo' real Chorus: [Lauryn](Method Man] They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah) They got so much things to say (Yo) [Method Man] Damn, another artist chokes again They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there ain't no ends Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them clubs When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot It's time to learn, what hot really is and really is not Off brain niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to show off blocks I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the cops want me Shackled and locked inside the penalty box And while they waitin' for my shit to flop They gettin' pimped like hoes Sellin' they ass just to get my spot, come on man Repeat Chorus [Method Man] Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill Often so hungry that they have to steal If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve And here's three words: stop working mine It take a lot more to hurt my pride Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga The last album wasn't feeling my style This time my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do But somehow yall find someway to give a whack review It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood Come on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines Repeat Chorus Dirty DancinYou know God damn well I don't smoke this shit Meth Know damn well I don't smoke this sheyit Know damn well! I remember when we used to go down to the creek Member when we used to go down to the creek? And used to dip your head in the water? Everybody thought you had it in you, you know You used to jump out the water The water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy What? I said the water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy Clean out my vocals Yeah, I said YEAH I said zuckazuhzuhzuh, zuckazuhzuh Chkccha ckchcka Brooklyn, zucka Zoo C'mon baby baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby, c'mon! Superlogical this, superlogical that I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap I elect myself President MC My career so intelligent, unique physique Then with mathematics, not democratic Static, topic, Asiatic Zssshuh, them unique, never leak, brlaharl... Bring it on back Superlogical this, superlogical that I detect your dialect by the way you rappp! I elect myself President MC My career so intelligent, unique physique Doin mathematics and I'm not democratci No static, topic, I'm Asiatic See, I'm Unique, never... blarhalal... Crazy, lurkin in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty Get your weight up, don't take me lightly Blasted, dirty to the grain I be stained with the madness It's the Meth-Tical with the Bastard MZA MZA my name is the Ol Dirty Bas My gammmmme, to kick your ass Dnnah duh dnnh dnnh duh duh! Dnnah dnh duh duh duh dahhhhhh! Flip and relax, take an Ex-Lax, I'm shittin On the industry that was frontin now they missin What everybody else is gettin Cuz they wasn't representin the real... ...appeal, like me and, old time When it comes to the microphone who killed the swine? Be the original G Do the rhymin on time and in the place to be You are now in my trance You are getting sleeeeeepyyyyyy You are now getting sleeeepyyyyy And sleeeeppieeerrrrr And sleepy, and sleepy This one here's for my people, my people Enter the 36 chambers, the sequel Part two, for me and the cipher troop With the Teflon lyrics that you can't get through With the twenty-two automatic rap you pack, what? You ain't hittin with that wack shit you kickin Straight from the beginning, of the game All the way to the ninth inning, I bring the pain Dark like the midnight train on the track by the RZA Diesel like Arnold Schwarzanegger The hardware, choose the hardware Ask you a question, test the Ason Extra extra, read the drama and thennn another one Which you intrigue, do your rap fatigue in the... Ohhhh.... Here I go, aauhhh Yeahhh... (shit that makes me high) Say (Call Out)[Lauryn][Method Man] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah (Yeah) Yeah yeah (Yo) [Method Man] Damn, I hate it when it rain Ever since I came in the game Some hated on the fame A lot of niggas done changed And started actin' strange Even labels turning they backs And started backing lames Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin' These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live It lives in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep R.I.P., make me the king of all I see And when death call I'm good I got call ID See it was planned in the front, now they just gon' front Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't bump Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill When in fact they all been programmed And lost they feel, fo' real Chorus: [Lauryn](Method Man] They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah) They got so much things to say (Yo) [Method Man] Damn, another artist chokes again They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there ain't no ends Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them clubs When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot It's time to learn, what hot really is and really is not Off brain niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to show off blocks I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the cops want me Shackled and locked inside the penalty box And while they waitin' for my shit to flop They gettin' pimped like hoes Sellin' they ass just to get my spot, come on man Repeat Chorus [Method Man] Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill Often so hungry that they have to steal If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve And here's three words: stop working mine It take a lot more to hurt my pride Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga The last album wasn't feeling my style This time my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do But somehow yall find someway to give a whack review It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood Come on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines Repeat Chorus Judgement Day (Super Jupiter Remix)[Verse 1] As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this E, Mr. H-O-T N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec Hands in the air like you just don't care You all get a share, there's a party over here Year 2000, keep bouncin' T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin' [Chorus] (10) (9) (8) (7) (6) (5) (4) (3) (2) (1) Step into millennium [Verse 1] As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this E, Mr. H-O-T N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go 'til the God say so You got a second or more to run for the door Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know Stat' could get down like that [Chorus] (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the Sun, step into millennium [Bridge] The name of this one is Judgement Day No more B.S., can't come out and play Kids ain't playing over here, playa Kids ain't playing over here, playa Kids ain't playing over here, playa Kids ain't playing over here, playa [Chorus] (10) (9) (8) (7) (6) (5) (4) (3) (2) (1) Step into millennium Ten let the countdown begin I was born in the mind Take the head of a snake Behold Armageddon Ain't no love for the rich Only strong will survive 'Cause we live by the sword Plus sixty degrees For the black and the blue For the Sun (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the Sun, step into millennium [Bridge] The name of this one is Judgement Day No more B.S., can't come out and play [Chorus] (10) (9) (8) (7) (6) (5) (4) (3) (2) (1) Step into millennium (10) (9) (8) (7) (6) (5) (4) (3) (2) (1) Step into millennium (10) (9) (8) (7) (6) (5) (4) (3) (2) (1) Step into millennium Bring the Pain (Remix)[Intro: Method Man] Basically... Can't fuck with me [Verse 1: Method Man] I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental, based on instrumental Records, hey, so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the King But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the CREAM Check it, just how deep can shit get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed Who da boss? Niggas get tossed to the side And I'm the dark side of the Force Of course it's the Mеthod, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan I be hectic, and comin' for thе head piece, protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus Bustin' at me, bruh, now bust it Styles, I gets buckwild Method Man on some shit, pullin' niggas files I'm sick, insane, crazy, driving Miss Daisy Out her fucking mind, now I got mine, I'm Swayze [Chorus: Method Man] Is it real, son, is it really real, son? (Yeah) Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real (What, yeah) Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one (What, uhh) Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real—yeah—, uh [Interlude: Booster & (Method Man)] When I was a likle stereo (Stereo) I listen to some Cham-pi-on (Champion) I always wonda (wondered) When I will be di numba one (Tical! Hahaha) And now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon) And a Gorgon sound a Rein An' any jump and come tes' mi (Test me) Mi a-go lick out dem brain (It's like that) [Verse 2: Method Man] Brothers want to hang with the Meth, bring the rope The only way you'll hang is by the neck, Nigga Bolt Off the set, comin' to your projects Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar, hey, I bomb shit And it's gonna get, even worse, word to God It's the Wu, comin' through stickin' niggas for they garments Movin' on your left, southpaw, Mr. Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test, realize you're no contest Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the four- Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore Check it, 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof Huh, vodka, no OJ, no straw When you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns Enough to give my chest hairs a perm I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo' [Break: Method Man] What, basically that, Meth-Tical, '94 style Word up, we be hazardous Northern spicy brown mustard hoes We have to stick you [Chorus: Method Man] Is it real, son, is it really real, son? Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real [Interlude: Method Man] I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off And make you kneel at some staircase piss I'll fuckin' cut your eyelids off And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills [Chorus: Method Man] Is it real, son, is it really real, son? Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real [Outro: Method Man] So fuck the ho, fuck the ho Tim Westwood Yonkers Freestyle[Verse 1: Method Man] Uh oh you shoulda give me this beat.. I woulda... What?! Hold on, lemme see if I got something for this... no no no no lemme see. Lemme see Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh uh oh. Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh uh oh Crime scenes, coppers and sirens, helicopters and high beams The tensions is rising, fiends keeping their pipe clean This is what life mean? A dollar and a dream everybody wants nice things The kid was only nineteen, holding his chest now he's fighting For his last breath, he's seeing death it's frightening The grip on the ghetto is tightening, you try to do the right thing they do you just like King Now I can hear the night scream, sirens and light beams Firing off bad shots, hittin' people they ain't mean to pop The neighborhood's in shock, block extremely hot 'Nother black teen shot that's a dull routine to cops They shoulda got good grades, worked a minimum wage Now he layin' on that stretcher with nothing in him to save Keep it ghetto and whatever ghetto you at Just don't love the ghetto, cuase the ghetto don't love you back [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Tryna' be around this music it's therapeutic, first thoughts of the day it's so clear When I walk in my head there's a voice that talks, in my ear I can hear it so clear [Method Man] You think i'm buggin right? [Verse 3: U-god] Listen, oh shit.... Yo The average man wouldn't last that long She like to work out, run marathons She wear tight skirts with no panties on She's a six foot one bronze Amazon Singin', complaining all the good men is gone I'm from Babylon, she reads the Qur'an Visits all the jails and the nail salons She rock Coco Chanel, her smell was strong With skin like velvet she rocked my bed She gave me long head, sipping Long Island Red She spread eagle at the tip of the bed She rubbed on her legs this is what I said Rap music's therapeutic to me, rap music's therapeutic to me! [Verse 4: Method Man] Hey yo You ain't lived till you made your first million And top models wanna swallow your children I thought I told you Wu Tang is for the children Way before rap movin' crack in your buildings Yeah, now what’s the price of rice in China? These women tryin' to raise the price on they vagina Me? I’m trying to live the life and get the grind up Like Diddy, but I ain’t trying to give the Shyne up Pop pop, pop-off no question, see Ol' Dirty, like it raw no protection When the kid hold court, no objections Meth needs his money at the door, no exceptions I go hard in the paint on a rapper I go harder on a pussy no Viagra You think I’m tripping, ain’t into tricking But keep a snow bunny in the kitchen I’m the master like Killa Break Ups 2 Make Ups (Live)[Intro: Method Man] You and I 'til the day we die Yo, yo [Verse 1: Method Man & D'Angelo] Ex-girlfriend, how you been? I see you still tryin' to fuck with other women men Remember when I first met you at your cousin's house? A week later, we was crushin' on your mama couch (Ah, no) Now it's been said that big girls, they don't cry But they damn sure lie, I look you in the eye Sayin' you they only You and I 'til the day we die Said you'd never leave me lonely Fly tenderoni, but you phony Shoulda listened when my mama told me (Uh) Soon as I turn my back, you tryna fuck my homies That was then, this is now, I got a new friend Evеr since I cut them loose еnds, you wanna bone me Add strife to my life, pussy that'll make me think twice About leavin' the wife even, picture that You ain't want me when you had me Now you on your third baby-daddy And you hate to see a nigga happy So you tryin' mad ways to trap me Looking at my girl nasty, tryna throw the pussy at me (Uh) Fuck you mean? [Interlude] (Now look at this bitch over here tryin' to act like me) (Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she must like leftovers) [Chorus: D'Angelo & Method Man] I'm still lovin' you, babe (You and I 'til the day we die) I'm still lovin' you, babe (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'm still lovin' you, babe (You and I 'til the day we die) I'm still lovin' you, babe I'm still lovin' you, babe (You and I 'til the day we die) I'm still little lovin' you, babe (Ooh, ooh) I'm still lovin' you, babe (You and I 'til the day we die) Even if you're just — uh-uh, we ain't doin' that [Outro] This is for you, bro Blessings always, respect Give him his roses now, yo, D'Angelo, yo (Yes, sir) Respect Method Man, Redman, salute, salute Uh, legends, kings, Method Red, DJ Scratch Man, they killed that shit! (Oh, my God) Oh, my God, that was a, that was a surprise Oh, man (Wow) They killed that shit, goddamn (Wow, man) (So what's next, man?) What's next? Shit, since they killed it, I just say we throw on "1000 Deaths" Release Yo’ Delf (New Blood Mix)[Intro: Method Man] Keep it movin' Keep it movin' Keep it movin', we keep it movin' Keep it movin', and keep it movin' Keep it movin', we keep it movin' Keep it movin', and keep it movin' Keep it movin', we keep it movin' Keep it movin', and keep it movin' Keep it movin', baby, we be movin' Keep it movin', we keep it mov-, huh Keep it movin', we keep it movin' Keep it movin', and keep it movin' Keep it movin', baby, we be movin' Keep it movin', we keep it, mov-, huh [Verse 1: Method Man] Check it, I'm the fucking man — who could match it Noticed that other niggas' rap styles is bogus Doo-doo compared to this versatile voodoo Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation Inside ya, 'cause I be that hell sure provider Providing the rhyme that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure Niggas need to test they freaking scripture For the sickness that be spreading with the quicknеss [Bridge: Method Man & Blue Raspberry] Oh ... oh Keep it movin', we keep it movin' Keep it movin', we keep it movin' Keep it movin', we keep it movin' Keep it movin', wе keep it movin' [Verse 2: Method Man] Remedies, cousin I be doing on my enemy Penalty, then I drink 40s to they memories Emotion, coursing through your town street vicinity Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand if you frontin' On any man down with the Clan, I be comin' For the headpiece, you can't cope For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother [Bridge: Method Man] Check it, I'm the fucking man who they mention Check it, I'm the fucking man Check it [Chorus: Method Man] What's that rhythm, what's that sound? Party people getting down What's that rhythm, what's that sound? Party people getting down What's that rhythm, what's that sound? What's that rhythm, what's that sound? What's that rhythm, what's that sound? Party people getting down [Bridge: Method Man] (Bombaclaat) Uh, huh, uh, huh (Bombaclaat) Uh, huh [Verse 3: Method Man] Serial killer style from the Isles of Stat My peoples are you with me, where you at? Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick Niggas looking all in my face like they want dick It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more What is it? Niggas think they bigger Because they got their finger on the trigger of a biscuit They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic [Outro: Method Man & Blue Raspberry] Oh ... oh Keep it movin', we keep it movin' Keep it movin', we keep it movin' Keep it movin', we keep it movin' Keep it movin', baby, we be movin' Uh, huh Oh... WNYU 89.1FM Freestyle ’94Method Man - “WNYU 89.1FM Freestyle ‘94” [Emcee(s): Method Man] [Producer(s): Charlemagne] [Additional Vocals: [?]] [Intro: [?] and Method Man] [?]: Yeah, that's Charlemagne, who was in the house earlier.  Mad beats for days. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, just get loose, do your thing. Let me know when you, when you done. Let’s go Method Man: Ooh, that's kind of banging right there. Yo, yo [Verse 1: Method Man] My lifestyle's hectic—so what? I need the duckets I know that I’ma die someday, but I'm like, “Fuck it” My moms know the way that I live, and she's disgusted Just bought a pack of Newports and now I'm busted Shit's going down, and I'm not one to miss it Jelly upstairs to the lab and get the biscuit Brothers making G's on the block, so let's risk it Waiting ‘til they go in the spot and try and stick it First kid I caught on his way to get the med shit Had the loot tucked in his sock like I expected Caught him for the loot, the drugs, plus the med shit Told the kid, “Run or I’ll shoot.” He got the message Counted up about five bill’, now I'm staffing Up the blocks with the crackspot, me and my weapon Came through the back with the gat that’s off safety Plan: get the money and run, and make it hasty But son wanna pull out a gun and try and waste me Let off two rounds, I jet, he starts to chase me Duck behind a bush and vanish—poof, magic! He ran by the bush, I jumped out and I blasted Let three shots in his back, now he's a tragic Case of what happen to those that got a habit So when you see me coming on through, a plot get thick Don't try to say that I'm on some shit. I’m on some militant What you wanna do? What you wanna screw? Who you wanna bang? Yeah I'm here for you, son, I got your back as long as You keep it real. Word, I got your back. Brothers want The drama but don't know how to act until the chrome Pointed at his dome, head cracked. Come on, let's keep It real, no disguise. Recognize I'm from a small town Called Nigga Do or Nigga Die—that's why I'm stressing that brothers keep their thoughts on their lesson Resurrect your mind from the essence for real Ill block niggas get rocked, like, by the dozen What up, cousin? I give a pound to my lounge nigga Feast, my ninja. Killa Hill, 10304 But the GZA got me wide, it's going dizza Make my way for the Ooh building. Now I'm Chilling with my neighborhood villains, thug life. It be On now, hit the gun pow' as I murk another cow Mr. Method show you how niggas do it I studied, lived the life of good, bad, and ugly Hard time caught a nigga lovely, but that ain't nothing Before I die, I'ma leave the world with something To remember me by, the real would be I for You fronting, ass-out rappers to capture I'll rip your world apart like a natural disaster I keep it live, something more than ‘85 I utilize my third eye, got me thinking Maybe you and I should get together for whatever You'll never be alone, make it lifetime or better And you got it now, we be lounging, Tical Word, son, I like your style. Ooh [Interlude 1: Method Man and [?]] Method Man: Yeah, and you don't stop that rock, that rock. Ooh, yeah, and you don't stop that rock, that rock [?]: No doubt, no doubt. Charlemagne with the beats [Bridge: Method Man] Hah, yep, and it comes back To attack like the crack With that monkey off your back, what you wanna do? Fuck the crew, the F-U Man Like my man Eddie, come back Your raps is confetti, I tear ‘em to shreds, so be Dread (*Burp*) Burping on the track like that, come back to rap Known to catch wreck on the set be the Method Man For sure, Mr. Meth [Interlude 2: Method Man and [?]] Method Man: Haha, yeah, what? Whoo! I like this joint. Who you said made this here? [?]: Charlemagne [Verse 2: Method Man] Charlemagne, he's the nigga of the year. I like his style Oh my God, he gets buckwild. This fucking Beat is golden. You said no curses But I came back with the verses—aah!—like Satanic. Haha, get dramatic ‘Cause brothers got to catch a Craftmatic addict Type of bed. You ought to lay down and rest your head And catch what I said when I bring It back to the bozack Grab my joint like that ‘cause it's all good in the hood Back, back, back, back to my man Biggie Smalls—he's the illest. Take it To my man Willis and Arnold, backbone Of Diff'rent Strokes. We was old folks. Spread Sin through my kin. Ha Judgement Day (Tricky Remix)[Intro] Space, the Final Frontier These are the voyages of the Starship Tical Whose ongoing mission is to seek out new life New worlds, new civilizations To boldly go where no man has gone before [Verse 1] As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this E, Mr. H-O-T N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go 'til the God say so You got a second or more to run for the door Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know Stat' could get down like that Who want come test rocket launcher, yes Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def Cats is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pump shotgun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum Prum-prum-prum on my Shaolin drum Niggas don't dare step in the square Kids ain't playing over here, playa Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day [Chorus] (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the Sun, step into millennium [Verse 2] The name of this one is Judgement Day No more B.S., can't come out and play Don't blame me, blame society Type of chemistry for a live MC Hands in the air like you just don't care You all get a share, there's a party over here Year 2000, keep bouncin' T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin' New York's finest, still wildin', Shaolin At the full moon howlin' Get 'til it's gone, Killa Bee kills Only time will reveal like the words in the song 'Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel Niggas don't got to pay my bills P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow Plant the seed, let the garden grow And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine This my Tale From the Crypt that's sick Bloodbath, body bags and shit UFC fighting championships G.I. Joes with the Kung-Fu Grip Now you don't dare step in the square Kids ain't playing over here, playa Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day Come on, I said come on [Chorus] (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the Sun, step into millennium [Verse 1 repeated] As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this E, Mr. H-O-T N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go 'til the God say so You got a second or more to run for the door Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know Stat' could get down like that Who want come test rocket launcher, yes Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def Cats is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pump shotgun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum Prum-prum-prum on my Shaolin drum Niggas don't dare step in the square Kids ain't playing over here, playa Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day [Chorus] (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the Sun, step into millennium [Outro] Space, space Built for This (RapMusicHD Remix)[Intro: Method Man] I'm built for it nigga, yo straight check me out nigga [Verse 1: Method Man] Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon They coming for me, my time is money, no Audemar See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing no R&R No foreign broads and no promotion for foreign cars The game is ours, let’s keep it funky who said he was Like Staten Island, Italians bleed spaghetti sauce If y'all ain't shaking or stacking than y'all already lost Already cross the light, Christ I'm ready for em Plus anybody that saying no, I’m taking numbers I’m taking names, I’ll take your chain take this hunger Pain, pain, pain Can you feel the thunder and rain I don’t talk it like the rainbow I get it done and the game y’all Do me a favor, don’t ever play with my ball Never been a player-hater I just ain't playing with y'all You watching lame but look I’m taking the charge Going hard will get you two shots now I’m facing the charge [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side [Verse 2: 2Pac] Now, ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary Still ballin', ridin' on these niggas ‘cause they lame In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga, then we first to bomb, bust On these bitch-made niggas, hit 'em up Westside! Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at Ridin', passed by while these niggas wondered why I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; a nigga still ballin' (still ballin') 'til the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin', niggas wonder why You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin' (westside) [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Sort of like Mike at the United Center Madison Square, Boston Garden I straight ignite on niggas Lil' nigga your raps ain’t no fire, that shit’ll collapse so don’t try I scribble and scratch down in my pad that no lie That no fake, that uncut, that straight drop, what the fuck I’m pulled over by the jakes, a twenty-eight up in my nuts For em took away in cuffs I’d rather lay up in the dust Feel like fuck a friend a hundred million haters ain’t enough Twist it up Life is a blunt and the world is my ash tray I got them quarters and them halves just meet me like halfway And I need a hundred percent of my profit ain't fucking with half pay Ain't taking no shorts or losses bitch we ain't fronting no tag day As I can recollect, praying to God this dope’ll stretch Turn mobster warners, work these corners like P90X Chilling and waiting, patient retaliation just ain't find me yet I’ll take it into Heaven, you couldn’t buy me that, remind me that [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.] Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron From Tucson, push the black Yukon Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley (Uh-huh) Stupid as a youngin', chose not to move wisely (Ugh) Sharper with game, him and his crooks caught a jux Heard it was sweet, about 350 apiece Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up That's when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats Here's a criminal, nigga made America's Most Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat The nigga got bagged with the toast Weeded, took it to trial, beat it Now, he feel he undefeated, he mean it "Nothing to lose" tattooed around his gun wounds "Everything to gain" embedded in his brain And me? I feel the same—for this money, you dying Especially if my daughter crying, I ain't lying Y'all know the science (Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being scared Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side [Verse 5: Snoop Dogg] Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, players and pimps We'd like to welcome you all to Los Angeles, California Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine Blew a half a zip by the Hollywood sign Scottie once said it gets better with time Eastside, Long Beach, but this LA County on minds Yeah, this is the sign of the times One of a kind, and this might blow your mind This ain't no TV show, bow wow, yippie yo Standin' on your tippy-toe, nigga here we, here we go Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard Left 'em burnin' on my auntie's front yard Don't disrespect or disregard Shout out to the whole motherfuckin' Crip card Dip hard, wreck hard, used to pop, lock You turn on the wrong street and you will get got Move through the city like fee-fi-fo Creep slow in a four, motherfuck 5-0 [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side [Verse 6: Ice Cube] Fake ass ballers who we talkin to (We coming) Lying on records bout what you do (We coming) The shit y'all doin is played out and through (We coming) To come with that shit we come after you It's the Don Daddy with the Villain, who you killing Oh we hate them, come verbatim with this cap peeling Top billin', make a million Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the Maserati Now they got me on Hard Copy didn't have to shoot Versace Yet you still wanna watch me Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin' life and a day Hopin' that we can reunite N.W.A All purpose, try to serve us, gettin' nervous, more murders Shit can just turn into the circus Standin' over the carcass You look like the kind of nigga that'd press charges We the largest, we the biggest, we the Niggas, With the Attitudes Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude To the niggas that started this shit Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side [Outro] When you forge a weapon, you need three things: The right metal, temperatures over fourteen hundred degrees, and someone who wants to kill (kill, kill, kill) Here in jungle village, we got all three Judgement Day (Roni Size Remix)[Intro] (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) For the black and the blue (2) For the Sun (1) (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) For the black and the bluе (2) For the Sun (1) Step into millennium To boldly go whеre no man has gone before [Verse 1] As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this E, Mr. H-O-T N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go 'til the God say so You got a second or more to run for the door Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know Stat' could get down like that Who want come test rocket launcher, yes Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def Cats is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pump shotgun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum Prum-prum-prum on my Shaolin drum Niggas don't dare step in the square Kids ain't playing over here, playa Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day [Chorus] (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the Sun, step into millennium [Verse 2] The name of this one is Judgement Day No more B.S., can't come out and play Don't blame me, blame society Type of chemistry for a live MC Hands in the air like you just don't care You all get a share, there's a party over here Year 2000, keep bouncin' T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin' New York's finest, still wildin', Shaolin At the full moon howlin' Get 'til it's gone, Killa Bee kills Only time will reveal like the words in the song 'Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel Niggas don't got to pay my bills P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow Plant the seed, let the garden grow And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine This my Tale From the Crypt that's sick Bloodbath, body bags and shit UFC fighting championships G.I. Joes with the Kung-Fu Grip Now you don't dare step in the square Kids ain't playing over here, playa Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day Come on, I said come on [Chorus] (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) For the black and the blue (2) For the Sun (1) For the Sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun Step into millennium [Bridge] Come on, I said come on Come on, I said come on [Chorus] (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) For the black and the blue (2) For the Sun (1) For the Sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun Step into millennium Judgement Day (Roni Size Dub Remix)[Intro] (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) For the black and the blue (2) For the Sun (1) (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) For the black and the bluе (2) For the Sun (1) Step into millennium [Refrain] Comе on, I said come on I said come on Come on, I said come on [Chorus] (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) For the black and the blue (2) For the Sun (1) For the Sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun Step into millennium [Refrain] Come on, I said come on Come on, I said come on [Chorus] (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) For the black and the blue (2) For the Sun (1) For the Sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun Step into millennium Shimmy Shimmy Ya[Intro] "Aw, I don't want to fuck you. You can't even sing!" You had to sing, or something, to get some pussy [Chorus 1] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw [Verse 1] Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon-voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodger Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm Rain on your college-ass disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now Chop that down, pass it all around Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground For any emcee in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam my flow is like bam Jump on stage and then I dip down (I like the way you talk) [Chorus 2] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw [Incomprehensible backwards verse incorporating part of Verse 3 (Extended version)] [Verse 2] Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon-voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodger Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm Rain on your college-ass disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go through one killer bee and he ain't gonna kill Now chop that down, pass it all around Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground For any emcee in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam my flow is like bam Jump on stage and then I dip down [Outro 1] Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, yeah Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam Shi-shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay Shi-shi shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay Shi-shimmy shi-shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay Give me the mic so I can take it away, shimmy shimmy ya [Outro 2] You can't even sing. You have to sing or something to get some pussy ADDITIONAL EXTENDED VERSE [Verse 3] See, when a nigga say he likes it raw Keepin' it dirty, down to the floor See my name is the ODB and I'll beat your ass For the ladies who know me tell them who the fuck I be For the niggas who know me tell them who the fuck I be My style comes down on y'all like rocks (Sitin' on the dock of the bay) By the dock! (Aiyaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyaiy...) Umm by the flock (Don't goooooo) By the creak by the flock Got east coast locked down padlocked My Zoo niggas be all all down by the flock [Chorus 1] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw [Verse 1] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon-voyage Yeah from the home of the Dodger Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm Rain on your college-ass disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go through one killer bee and he ain't gonna kill Now chop that down, pass it all around Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground For any emcee in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam my flow is like bam Jump on stage and then I dip down (I like the way you talk) Yo, y'all know the lyrics, come on, sing with me [Chorus 1] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw [Produced by RZA] Brooklyn Zoo[Produced by True Master & Ol' Dirty Bastard] [Intro] Shit Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now Ain't no– none of them niggas can't fuck with me What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What? Bust your motherfucking ass, boy I ain't no motherfucking joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that nigga ass, word up) Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'? I'll fuck you up right now Yeah, what? What? What? He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him [Verse] I'm the one-man army, Ason I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out I drop science like Cosby dropping babies Enough to make a nigga go crazy In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines Your ass thought you were better than Ason? I keep planets in orbit While I be coming with deeper and more shit Enough to make you break and shake your ass As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes This style, I'm mastered in Niggas catching headaches, what? What? You need aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol Fuck around, get sprayed with Lysol In your face like a can of mace, baby Is it burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning How I don't even like your motherfucking profile Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow Last seen and heard, no one knows You forget, niggas be quiet as kept Now you know nothing Before you knew a whole fucking lot Your ass don't wanna get shot A lot of MC's came to my showdown And watched me put your fucking ass low down As you can go, below zero Without a doubt, I never been tooken out By a nigga who couldn't figure Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo) How to pull a fucking gun trigger, I said "Get the fuck outta here" Nigga wanna get too close to the utmost But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name My hip-hop drops on your head like rain And when it rains it pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw Talent that I got will rizzock the spot MCs I'll be burning, burning hot Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target Nigga, get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit So I'll take your ass out quick The mics, I'm had it, my nigga, you can suck my dick If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock "Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back) [Chorus] Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo (Brooklyn Zoo, what?) Shame on you when you step through to (My nigga) The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo [Outro] What? My nigga Shame on you Shame— Shame on you when you step through to— Shame on— Shame on— Shame on you when you step through to— Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo What? My nigga Got Your Money[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I dedicate this to all the pretty girls All the pretty girls in the world And the ugly girls too ‘Cause to me you're pretty anyway, baby [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] You give me your number, I'll call you up You act like your pussy on interrupt I don't have no trouble with you fucking me But I have a little problem with you not fucking me Baby, you know I'ma take care of you ‘Cause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain't true Is it a good thing? No it's bad, bitch For good or worse, makes you switch So I walk on over with my Cristal Bitch-ass niggas, put away your pist-als Dirty won't be having it in this house ‘Cause, bitch, I'll cripple your style! Now that you heard my charming voice You couldn't get another nigga, coochie won't get moist If you wanna look good and not be bummy Girl, you better give me that money! Aow! [Hook: Kelis] Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] So I glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me I whispered in their ear: "Wanna be with me?" You wanna look pretty though, in my video Ol' Dirty on the hat and I let you all know Just dance if you caught up in the holy ghost trance If you stop I'ma put the killer ants in your pants I'm the O-D-B as you can see F.B.I., don't you be watching me I don't want no problems, ‘cause I'll put you down In the ground where you can not be found I'm just Dirt Dog trying to make some money So give me my streaks and give me my honey! Radios play this all day, everyday Recognize I'm a fool and you love me! None of you, NUH, better look at me funny NUH, you know my name, now give me my money! [Hook: Kelis] Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money [Over the hook] Sing it! Sing it, girls! Just shake it right now! If Dirty want his money I think y'all should give him his money That's how I like you, girl! [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Nigga playing in the club like this all night Bitches put your ass out, let me hold it tight You looking at my wrist saying "It's so nice!" The price bitch is diamonds, shining disco light Well, you better help me solve my problem Or I'ma get this money and rob them Lucky Dog when I won the Lotto Ran up on my car for carrying Rollo But hold on, you can call me Dirty And then lift up your skirt And you want some of this Dirty God made Dirt and Dirt bust your ass Stop annoying me! Yeah, I play my music loud It takes the Bastard – Ol' Dirty – to move the crowd They say, "He had his dick in his mouth." Eddie Murphy taught me that back in the house Now give me my money! [Hook: Kelis] Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money [Hook: Kelis] Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money [Hook: Kelis] Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money [Hook: Kelis] Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money [Hook: Kelis] Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money [Outro: Kelis] Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Raw Hide[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard + (some Caribbean woman)] Yeah! I wanna let all y'all niggas know in here tonight That this is that Wu-Tang shit This that shit that's gonna get you high See when you stimulate your own mind for one common cause You see who's the real motherfuckers See what you see is you what you see (You nuh see it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!) Be the original G Rhymin' on timin' in the place to be (Run blood claat tings!) Ladies love seein' me! [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed I want action! That's what I need I never put doubt on my mind 'Cause I know when I touch the mic, it's the rhyme See murder which is caused When you fuck with the negative and positive charge Then they came up out my garage With the hit that's gonna be large Tired of sittin' on my fuckin ass Niggas I know be runnin' around with mad fuckin' cash Who the fuck wanna be an emcee If you can't get paid to be a fuckin' emcee? I came out my momma pussy, I'm on welfare Twenty-six years old–still on welfare So I gotta get paid fully Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully With my Boston bloodthirsty posse P-E-A-C-E [Chorus: Method Man] Move 'em in, move 'em in Move 'em out, move 'em out Stick it up {*whip sound*} Raw hide! [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, gotta come back to attack Killin' niggas who said they got stacks, 'cause I don't give a fuck I wanna see blood Whether it's period blood or bustin' your fuckin face Some BLOOD! I'm goin' out my fuckin' mind! Every time I get around devils... Let me calm down, you niggas better start runnin' 'Cause I'm comin', I'm dope like fuckin' heroin Wu-Tang Bloodkin, a goblin, who come tough like lambskin Imagine, gettin' shot up with Ol' Dirty insulin You bound to catch AIDS or somethin' Not sayin I got it, but nigga, if I got it, you got it! What! [Verse 3: Raekwon the Chef] Yo, check the bulletproof fly shit, strong like Thai Stick Then I'll remain to tear your frame while I freaks it Like some fly new sneaks and shit Now eat my shit, bitch tried to creep and got hit 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 like John Gotti Collidin' on the track like gin and watty Check the calendar, I warn any challenger To step up {*whoosh*} feel the blast from the silencer [Chorus: Method Man] Move 'em in, move 'em in Move 'em out, move 'em out Stick it up {*whip sound*} Raw hide! [Verse 4: Method Man] Comin' soon to a theatre near you, it be the Wu Yeah, find yourself in the square and see it's true Actual facts to snack on and chew My positive energy sounds peace to you A wise man killed one horse and made glue Wicked women puttin' period blood in stew Don't that make the stew witches brew? I fear for the eighty-five that don't got a clue How could he know what the fuck he never knew? God-Cypher-Divine come to show and come to prove A mystery god that's the work of Yacub The Holy Ghost got you scared to death, kid, BOO! [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, we always gotta keep it fly Fly for you to feel what you wants to feel See Wu-Tang'd like to thank, all the people across the country All the people in America, all the people outside of America For listenin' to our music We gotta keep it fly for ya! See this ain't somethin' new That's just gonna come out of nowhere, no! This is somethin' old! And dirty! And dirty! Yeah Protect Ya Neck II the Zoo[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] See let a nigga come through with that bullshit Any time you pop that shit nigga I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy I know, it'll come to what? Say what? Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know See them knows that this is something you can't fuck Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan You from Queens nigga I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker! Where you reside... motherfucker! How you live? How you seeeeeeee [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow!! [Buddha Monk - Brooklyn Zu] Dirty, can you hear me? Rawness I’m inflicting It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening Ignite the styles, I got my hand upon the trigger Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga [Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man] Yo, straight out the lava by them hell fires A known mental killer, born thriller, assassin of terror A hot bloody fatal mixture of carbon and water Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order Start the mission, travel like the speed of wind Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many men Serving justice in my vicinity [Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu] (This is, Brooklyn, Zu!!) Za-za-za, za-za-za Zuh-za-zah, z-zz-zz-z-z-zz-zz-z-dah-duh-dnn-duh [Murdoc - Brooklyn Zu] I get down, I get down, I crack your fucking crown Lay around and watch some real niggas break ground I can't shop cause every bro blowing up the spot Hit rocks and niggas know [Killah Priest - Sunz of Man] Yo! Niggas grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion Nervous, that's why the Zu brought me in Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts Before the case begin, first break me in His brain! And make sure he can't maintain the calmness Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this Stage light now appears to be the Moon Now your Posse is your fucking Platoon Stale sound just flows through the air I'm like a ninja, once I send ya cold stares Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist with the clearest rhyme Erupt to deduct your fucking mind [12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu] Fuck shit up on the hurry-up Known for burying ducks through more styles than a monk Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump Never fall victim to no bitch Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp And score more points than Shawn Kemp Keeping powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!! Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut (Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a...) [Shorty Shit Stain - Brooklyn Zu] Got more props than the President My hardcore represent Blowing niggas back who never had this Cause I'm gifted, so you can gift wrap the shit I'm kicking and send it to your moms for Christmas And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant Cause niggas rap styles just down, it's expired You should've stayed home instead of picking up a microphone But if you wanna run on up, like you tough I call your bluff and blow you down with my hardcore stuff I shine like twenty-four carat, niggas know... [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Roll and stroll with the party scene Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and Test my skill niggas, you're tripping Drugged up from sniffing, you're the one who's riffing I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith Start to flip, slip cause you're slipping While you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen As I jump on stage, flip rip a show Strip and rip a ho, wayyy like Bo Jackson while I'm still taxing maxing Relaxing sitting back, silly attraction Again and again when I rock the jam Wanna see em up in the air, throw up your hand Introducing one-man band in town It's wild, more the style couldn't stand nigga When the jump stepped to the center Of the rhyme inventor, MCs' tormentor You get dap slapped, across the MC map Your ass that's your ass on a whore shot Come on through I black and blue your whole crew Then I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Phoo' Ol Dirty Bastard, MC killer Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style That I lay down like tile, then I get higher [60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man] Here comes the illlll, type ruffer Style be untouched I'm leavin broken down grammars on the pen Who who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anus Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill 60 Second, nucleus, attack on your set Hit you with the blast (yo close the door) Shabazz!! *gun blast* SnakesNow number two, practiced the snake style He was known as the snake spirit He had the speed of a snake [Intro: Killah Priest] Niggas is like serpents out there [Snake style, no one could compete] Serpents will bite Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York Slither in the streets, of Manhattan In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx Streets of Staten Island Wherever you see em they slither Whoever... yo Fearsome shit... check it out Yo, yo [Verse 1: Killah Priest] It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over I flash back to the heathens that he roll with They shot him up and down nobody knows shit My peers, little ears He Came up to me with a eye full of tears Last night we was shootin' dice and gettin' nice Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise We were in the hallway all day Me, Steve and Little Ray Probably at first they tried to rob me Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty Then came Scotty, fragile body My first impression, he returned from a party He would just stagger, smellin' like Bacardi The Dragon, braggin', how he was fuckin' mad hotties Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden He licked off, about a dozen Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin And no one was standing when the nigga started bustin' Blood started to flood the floors by the elevator doors That's the last thing that I saw Damn, we planned to make grands and buy a home [Number two] [Verse 2: RZA] Jagged edge, rock head god hard as Stonehenge Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manner And on the block he was called by the momma's And the grandma's, 'indecent', 'heathen', 'juvenile delinquent' His weekends was frequently locked inside the precinct His most recent cape for catchin' papes Was snatchin' up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang 'em off like drapes Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace And those who didn't reply, they fell straight to their face Razor blade sharp who invades the dark And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony Starks A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the iron And on the block he be slingin' rocks and duckin' from the sirens Greetin' niggas he loved with a pound and a bear hug Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin And when he came through niggas be lookin' out Hopin' he gets shot or tooken out or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn House In PC on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot [Number two, the snake] [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga Bad rudeboy from the land of Jamaica With visions to venture to the U.S To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve In his country, even though he sold mad weed For the next man, who was the Don of the clan Niggas acting like they got the block locked Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food But I be the rudest, bad boy stepping gun toting Shots lash out like a violent explosion At the nigga, who tries to stop my production Intervene the scene and slow up the cream None of that black, East New York, gun talk Niggas I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk Memories of injuries, wounds and burns Walking through the streets of Medina I stand firm 'Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down Without a doubt, niggas who front get snuffed out Justice must be born there's no escape 'Cause a snake can't be reformed so why wait Coming in the name to proclaim your fame for protection And you don't know no fuckin' lessons? [Number two, the snake] [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Bad, bad, Leroy Brown Baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa Badder than you and meeeeee Niggas coming through the trees like a salamander Biting like a piranha But I'm biting you back, like a black panther, the style I'm ampin' the... Fuck my name, who I be? Fuck the game, it's all about the money! Owahhaerahh Sometimes I get high with the Meth then I turn to the Killah Priest When it comes 12 o'clock! I turned into the demon beast Yo, yo fuck that shit! [Number two, the snake] YO! SHOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT TIME IT IS [Number two, the snake] Rawwrarrrah Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!! WHO's THE BAD-ASS? *rawharrah* WHO's THE BAD-ASS? [Now number two] Rawwwaahrah [He practiced the snake style He was known as the snake spirit] YEAHhhhhh [Verse 5: Buddha Monk] Lyrics, never waiting, twelve days penetrated When I come with the roughness, mad niggas try to rush this Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless When I try to stay sick, it's Yakub grafted six Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill When I drop the greatest skills, brothers say, 'Buddha chill!!' [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I don't need to rhyme no more, niggas know, yo! To all the Wu-Tang Clan members The Ghostface Killah, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol' Dirty Bastard The Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, U-God Yo! Baby C’mon[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, are you taping baby? Baby are you taping? Ohh yeahhahhahheeyahhhyahhhhohhhyahhhh Baby baby c'mon, baby c'mon, baby c'mon What the fuck anybody wanna do? Right motherfucking now! Ahhahhahhhah [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm the god who's the head of the Lords Dirty Bastard from the Wu-Tang squad Can I get raw? Yes, I get Dirty to the floor Rhymes, hitting on your mind, you could never ignore Hip-Hop to me is like a place to be My specialty from me to you is MC Say what you wanna say, baby say I flip the microphone-ah, any day I'm mad swift because I got that gift of gab Niggas get mad, your ass never had This talent that I got will riz-zock the spot MCs, you got paid a lot You ever notice a black man damn mostly slams When it come to the money, yo it ain't funny It's what you gotta do what you got to do [Bridge: Ol' Dirty Bastard] C'mon, can I get a Wu-Tang Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I get riggy diggy raw when it's time to get On the dance floor shotgun kill the shit Blaow, then you won't step to me Thinking is he really raw as he said he'd be If I wasn't really raw, standing here on the floor You'd be like, "Booooo! He ain't hardcore!" Niggas play like they live but won't survive Jumpin up and down ticklin that jive when you ticklin gab I'm an average man, G-O-D fan Let it be known who's the champ, Wu-Tang Clan! It's coming through and WU, boy it's bad too! Throw your hands in the air, if you don't care WHO, the Ol Dirty Bastard be Oh me on my, you be hoppin on my shit just like a fly BZZZZT, all around The dirtiest stinkin sound down to the ground What, what, what you wanna do? What you wanna do when I'm coming for you? I'm gonna give it to ya, bayyybah, bayybah Bayybahhhahahahahahahahahahah... Damage[Intro] (Say peace) Peace! Dirty, Ol' Dirty Bastard (Say it, say it again) The Genius! Genius (The Genius) The Genius, the Genius [Verse: Ol Dirty Bastard & GZA] I'll grab the mic and I'll damage ya Crush your whole stamina Here comes the medical examiner One verse then you're out for the count Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount Wake him up and then ask him why did he attend this Competition to get ass kickin' so tremendous? Boy, you know you shouldn't bother this Leave me alone like the son said, G, or he'll be fatherless! 'Cause I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Cristo And MC's start to vanish I stepped up to a jet black kid, started speakin' Spanish! Yo, he wasn't from Panama Asked him how he get so dark, the nigga said "Suntanama!" He responded so fast, he made me laugh Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH, then I scared-his ass! Kicked the hundred strongest rhymes I brought out the punk in him Caught him with a strong five deadly venom Told him enter the Wu-Tang Witness the Shaolin slang that'll crush the shit you bring And watch your ass take a big fall, why?! My Main Source is like a friendly game of stickball And as you step up to bat, man, I play The Riddler Try to Jew me for a rhyme and I change to Hitler Go out like a Nazi You'll be wishin' your fuckin' ass stayed home and played Yahtzee! Or watchin' Happy Days, sweatin' Potsie With Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi Wu, who?! Me gettin' wrecked so I'm through Like a ten and a half foot gettin' in a seven shoe Now picture that with a Minolta Have your ass doin' some Night Fever shit like John Travolta I come strong, I make knowledge born I flip the script and rock on from P.M. past the fuckin' Dawn Pass the Hammer, you're broke down English grammar, what? What? Can't understand it? Here's the panorama A complete view of how I defeat you Should've stepped to those fuckin' kids who tried to beat you Yeah, I bust that ass before You ran to Texas and came back but forgot the chainsaw! And when I perform a massacre Better be comin' with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular Crush the personal vendetta, well, you just better Start steppin' to your raggedy-ass jetta Put the pedal to the metal You and your DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle As I pass the bone, kicks your every measure It's not a Newport, but it's still live with pleasure C'mon, don't be silly, just a bag of sensimilli Rolled up in a Motown Philly I used to write all the time when I smoked Grabbed the mic, then I like, kinda went for broke With visually concepts, strongest rhymes or biceps Lyrically speakin', three to four rhymes a choke Uhh, some think they be harmin' this, claimin' they be bombin' this But they still remains anonymous I pull strings like Jimi Hendrix Rhyme on beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks I teach the truth to the youth I say, "Hey youth, here's the truth, better start wearin' bulletproof" Arm yourself with a shield 'Fore you get trapped up just like the children in the cornfield Wastin’ Time (No More)[Verse 1] Please pull the plug if the drugs are winning Cause the high will keep your world spinning Wasted time, thought about the high with fam True the cash was there, and the stash was there And I thought that Forever that the Wu was there Wasted time, on hoes, pussy and clothes I'm the Don of the rose, it's the life I chose Baby Mamas are the worst, bitches don't even work Yet the Coach bag matches with your hat and your skirt So I slept for no reason, disappeared for seasons Room may be padded, but damn, it's more easy Beautiful girls tease me, they see the sleaze in me But I'mma stay Dirty, accept the snake No more will I waste the cake, no more will I run from Jake No more will I make mistakes, no more will I waste the time [Hook] No more will you spit in my drink, no more will you poison me I'mma climb real high, feel free with the thug inside No more will I run and hide, wastin' time No more will I taste the drugs, no more will I dodge the slugs I'mma climb real high, feel free with the thug inside No more will I run and hide, no more will I run and hide No more will I waste the time [Verse 2] I walk on a dirty trail of cash and L's Red Rose, you get high when I exhale Jumped bail cause the judge promised my ass jail West Coast couldn't hide me, the world's an audience Passed out from the high like Martin Lawrence Had me in the room next to Sarah Connor's But my problem's much greater than any Terminator Not one visit from fam, just letters from fans Saying "Dirt keep ya head up and fuck getting wet up" The Roc told me to sign on the dotted line "Welcome home, Russell Jones, you've been wasting time Rocked up a little, bling bling a little Now every roach in the cracks wanna jump in the Ac Every cat in the front gotta ride in the back You freaks in the Ford, I ride a Cadillac You freaks in the Ford, I ride a Cadillac At last [Hook] Hippa to Da Hoppa[Intro] My beats are slamming [Verse 1] My beats are slamming from the rugged programming My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm jamming You could never touch the stamina, while I'm ramming the Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah Other MC's got flipped with the ease Begging me for mercy, stop the music please No cause I'm a pro, rap to the convo Make a crowd say ho, at a strip show Represent, my name is Ason keep calm Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb Boom, blowing up niggas better than pulling the trigger So you betta run for cover Niggas better loosen they ass, felt the glass A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo money yo pass Woooh-woooh-woooh, I sweat it live Is he gonna live doc?, no the nigga dies The max-imum of MC's are populating The min-imum of those MC's are dominating Now all and together now, to what what who Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo [Hook] Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa [Verse 2] Ahh shit, here I go once again Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend I come old like toe fungus mold Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul Then I came with that old Al Green shit Saaa-die, taught me the ballistic I get you blurry in your eye with a high note Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked The shit I'm dropping is stinking up your area When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier I keep my breath smelling like shit so I can get Funky baby I'm not having it [Hook] Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa [Outro] The Hellfire style! (Sound of dragon breathing fire) Dragon Fist! (Sound of horse neighing and running.) Horse Fist! Bastard, I didn't know who you were! Goin’ Down[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Hell Remember when we was young And we used to go (ahhhhhhhhhh) *repeated* Ah, Punch Call! No no, remember when we used to say who could do this the longest (ahhhhhhhhh) *repeated* *breaks down* Ahhhh!!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! All right, I'm about to put it Goin down, down [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I am the U-N-I, The Q-U-E, the G to the O-D I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G Well, my name is known all over the world To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls I go down in history As the baddest brother that ever could be Y'all crazy and shit I mean y'all get high, and y'all get drunk And y'all come mouthing around to see Ol' Dirty Bastard Perform I like your motherfucking style Yo, I'd like to thank all the DJs across the country for playing my shit, and I'd also like to thank all you underground motherfuckas For keeping it real But I'd like to know who's in the motherfucking house There's Queens in the house, there's uptown in the house Boogiedown rocks are you in the house, are you in the house? Brooklyn, you in the house? Stylin Al, are you in the house To the west coast are you in the house? To the east coast are you in the house? You couldn't show me Didn't know me How to be a true MC My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang That I manifest so you could never hang Obviously you know my name by now I done thrown stupid parties all through your town Dirt McGirt...that's my motherfucking name Love to flirt...that's my motherfucking game They said "Who wanna be an MC?" I am the original G-O-D Making young ladies scream's my specialty See my style, different from yours Make young bitch wanna drop the drawers [Interlude: Icelene Jones] Fuck that bullshit Unique You my motherfucking husband I ain't got no motherfucking time for them bitches You better come home with me You better bring your motherfucking ass home tonight, motherfucker I ain't got no motherfucking time for no bitches calling my motherfucking house with that bullshit You got three fucking babies to take care of Fuck that shit [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Matter of fact, I gotta song for you all: SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW WHERE BLUEBIRDS FLY SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW WHY OH WHY HEAR ME NOW! [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Style funky, you know dat's me Fear no evilllll whohoho one man army Down for mine when I go on tour Throw your hands in the air if you want more Style is evil is like an wicked witch With the mi-ca-phone spliggh! Funky as a bitch Which is which, makes me nasty nasty Next on the mic is the rappin NUH You want some of the Ason's gun Shoot the nigga, BLAAOW, reaches no one Then you KNOW not to touch my HOE I like livin my own fuckin show Don’t U Know[Intro] Girl 1: Oh cutie got it goin' ON! Girl 2: Cute? What? That dirty motherfucker? Girl 1: You buggin'! Girl 2: Ain't no buggin', he's some ugly motherfucker Girl 1: You buggin', yo -- look at his disposition, shorty gotta stride! Girl 2: What stride? Bummy motherfucker, he ain't shit Girl 1: See, that's my flavor, rough, you don't know nothin' about that Girl 2: You got mad sour flavor on girl, cuz that ain't shit at all... Girl 1: I'm -- yo G, I don't think he really realize. Look at him! Girl 2: Look at what? Dirty motherfucker, he ain't shit Girl 1: Hahaha, you don't see what I see, B Girl 2: I don't see nothing. You wear glasses so... Girl 1: Hahaha, True, true. Just look at him, personally- ODB: (I like that mothafucka!) Girl 1: Just look at him...Homie's just dispositioned... [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Approach the school nine thirty, you're late The time happy the solution was my date Get in your class, walk to your chair Pop is all you see and then occasionally stare At the teacher, or students who were clockin' you Lean back at this girl who kept clockin' you Stimulated from a sensimilla blunt Tell the young girl "Baby, you're the one I want." She doesn't respond, pretends to ignore So you say to yourself, it be her cold and sore mentally Visualize the aim on the board As how to buy pussy you cannot afford This girl who, was slim and trim Whispered in her friend’s ear quietly ‘I want HIM!' I took out my books to write the notes for my class But I Kept fantasizing my dick in that ass So I turned around to arrange a date Swinging episode, baby number one's gotta say it She popped her gum, cold twist her curl I said "Baby, how you feel?", She said "Shirl" Then I said "Shirl", I just found my thrill Where? In the classroom? No, on Blueberry Hill But also said, "just bottle your hate" She put her face on the chest, this is what the bitch said: "Because of you I ain't hurting, but within my within my heart Cause no, I'm not right to be flirtin, but our relationship has to start You're the one that I'm clocking, time for you could stop mockin' Don't want you to see me cry, this is why, this is why, this is why!" [Verse 2: Killah Priest] I met a girl named Chandra, from way down yonder The apple of my eye had a Snapple and some fries Forgot the ketchup, that's when I pressed up "I've been watching you mowing your lawn" The thoughts were flowin', while I'm holding her palm "Hey what's that on your menu?", from there we continued And talk about this and that we chit and chat Sipped on the Coke then I stroked her back As she giggled and I wiggled to the bra She said "nah!", that's when I noticed her Pa Big Tank, who did nothing but the spank At parties, drink Bacardi and didn't think Just act silly, with his brother Willy Another hillbilly gettin' ill with the Philly And moonshine, but it's a new time of day On the stoop doing the Patty Duke OK, it's like that old flip flaps through the shower caps The platform shoes to Apple Jacks Chub chub!! [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, you niggas, niggas be actin like They be lovin' them, them them fancy bitches I, I likes me a nasty bitch Bitch that's willing to do anything at any given time Bitch gotta be nasty cuz I'm a nasty nigga I do anything baby, I wouldn't give a fuck what it was I'll, ah, anything - I'm a nasty motherfucker girl [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm just sittin' right, in my class at a quarter to ten right? Waiting patiently for the class to begin right?, teacher says "Open up your texts and read the first paragraph on oral sex!" I said "Oral sex!, what kind of class is this?!" The girl next to me said "what's wrong with you miss? This is a lesson that makes you feel fine Kinda ease your nerves and relax your mind!" I said "Don't try to use no hypnotic spell!" She said "Be my assistant, I'd sure rather tell!" My knees buckled heart started to drop My dick grew to a size that my nerves couldn't stop I tried to run! She yelled out "freeze!" Pulled down my draws, dropped to her knees Ripped off my draws as if she had claws Broke the rules that defined sex laws She responded quick, with a slick, welcoming kiss and a ice cream lick Oh, I begged, I begged, "Easy on my balls, they're fragile as eggs." Part 2 coming up... Brooklyn Zoo II[Intro] One two, one two -- you taping this? All types of shit yo let that shit ride Word to mother, turn up the microphone! Get all that good shit, get all that good shit [one two, one two] One two, one two, one two... one two Now niggas know Ssssshhhit, yo yo check this out, check this joint This is strictly for the radio, yo I just want all y'all to know The reason why I curse is because my momma and my daddy They grew up cursin So please respect my style, please! [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u Ohh, sssshit, nahh I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole staminuh Here comes the medical examinuh One verse then you out for the count Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount Ya yo, I'm sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH Here comes the medical examiNUH One verse then you're out for the count Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount Wake you up and then I ask you How do you attend this -- Competition to get an asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH! You shouldn't bother this Leave me alone like a son he'll be fatherless! I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco And MC's start to vanish I rolled up on a jet black kid the nigga started speakin spanish Yo! You wasn't from Panama!! I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said "Suntanama!" He responded so fast, you made me laugh Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his ass! Kick the hundred strongest rhymes Then I brought out the punk in him Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms Told HIM! Enter the Wu-Tang! Witness the Shaolin slang, that crush any shit you bring I watch your ass take a big fall, why?! My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball And as you step up to bat man, I play the riddler You try to do me for my nigga I'll change to Hitler I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin ass stayed Home and play Yahtzee! Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Poxie With Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi [Yo Unique, yo kid Check this shit out! Yo, yo] [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Ninety-five niggas is wasted Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted Foamin out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease It's not magic, gaming is the gadget World classic big national high attracts dear graphics Lampin in my own zone, my physical show Inhale bones Tony stuck, for the diamond in Rome He's convincin, labelled one man rap convention The nigga that'll gun down, eighty frenchmen Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual I plant crimes inside vocals My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin dream Shuttle, and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my nigga [Sample of Damage] [Sample of Baby C'mon] [Sample of Brooklyn Zoo] [Sample of Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie)] [Sample of The Stomp] Shame on you when you step through to Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on you when you step through to Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! What?!! My nuh Shame on you when you step through to The Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo To the West coast! To the East coast! To the North coast To the South When you take North, East, West, South Put it all together and it spell NEWS! Then you got the ol rhythm, bastard blues And ya don't stop So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker! [Live concert] Word up, louder Represent, how do we do? Please everybody Yo #1 is the Brooklyn Zoo in the muthafucka house? Yeah!! Man, come on man with that bullshit Is the Brooklyn Zoo in the muthafucka house? Fuck is goin on, niggas from Brooklyn don’t fuckin scream like that Niggas don’t yell like that Muthafuckas is the Brooklyn Zoo in the muthafuckin house? Shit, is Uptown in the muthafuckin house? Hehehe, hehehe Yo, fuck that shit Is my black niggas and niggarettes in the muthafucka house? Shit is live here at the Two man But yo, what I can't understand man, a nigga gotta get drunk Ol' Dirty I got my Brooklyn Zoo niggas here tonight YouknowhatI'msayin These niggas ain’t no muthafucka joke When Ol' dirty Bastard records What the fuck is down Gimme some love nigga What these niggas? Yo, check it out, yo I’m a get busy for y'all niggas and niggaretts tonight YouknowhatI'msayin, but A nigga is sober a reason gotta get drunk for So y'all keep continuin this phat shit I wanna give nuff respect to everybody that’s comin here doin this shit YouknowhatI'msayin Cuz my man, the Bandit over here He gonna have shit goin for ya On the real side baby Niggas gotta go Keep it real, niggas gonna get drunk, niggas gotta go Like I can really fuck a nigga up shit When you drunk, all you can see is fuckin light man That’s all I know , that’s all i see Let me move the fuck over here Yo yo, these niggas straight jacket and shit I give nuttin' but respect to niggas that got out here man YouknowhatI'msayin Niggas comin into this rap game and shit And muthafuckers actually think this fuckin rap game is a fuckin joke! Let me explain to yall about how tha fuck rap is See rap to me, is like my bitch, right, my bitch She fuckin up a nigga, and I get mad and I wanna kill the bitch and I wanna kill the nigga See this is how we must step up to the muthafuckin microphone Cuttin’ Headz[Verse 1: Ol’ Dirty Bastard & RZA] Here it is. Where’s it at? In the back. Got a stack The Dirty Bastard. Yo, you Bastard flip the phat track Here I go, here I go, whether friend whether foe Let them know that I flow over the rainbow Hit the deck. Aw, yep, *ch-ch plow* from the Tek Takin’ heads, takin’ necks. What the fuck they expect? I don’t know! I don’t care! I won’t fall! I won’t stare At a ho, ’less I know that I’m going to the mo- T-t-tel, ’cause I’m lousy, my technique is drowsy Stop tryin’ to foul me, sayin’ that we're lousy But I’m a tyrant, defiant, walkin’ New York Giant President of the Wu, but I’m also a client It’s the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what I don’t give a flying fuck about a chump Cause his heart only pumps Kool-Aid Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off [Verse 2: Ol’ Dirty Bastard & RZA] Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem The Ol’ Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin’ at your brain So take a sip from the cup of death And when you’re shaking my right hand, I’ll stab you with the left *Whirr, whirr, whirrr!* Red alert, red alert! Ason comin’ straight from the dirt Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt Nuthin’ new in ninety-two, it’s time to go to work Trills, watch them scream once I hop on the scene They fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine Mr. Milli, that means I’m also militant Don’t wear no suit and tie, I’m no gentleman Gettin’ laid, takin’ heads, that’s my hobbyPunch a brother in the face who call me Robbie I be the RZA, call me that cuz-I Never liked the name I received from my poppa Dirty deluxe, yo, I’m huntin’ for ducks Snatchin’ devils up by the hair, then cut his head off [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard and *RZA*] Here it is *Where's it at* In the back *Gotta-* x6 Here it is *Where's it at* in the- Intro[Intro] Ah-uh, I nev'-I never saw so many people tonight I mean y'all all got it crowded up in here and that's good I'm glad that y'all givin' it up for, um, y'all givin' it up for him That's good, y'all-y'all make me want to cry or somethin' Alright lad'-ladies and gentleman, tonight is a special night For one thing let me introduce myself, my name is Mr. Russell Jones Excuse me for that one, I-I had to let that one loose, well now, ah-ahh And tonight, you're going to see something that you never seen before Somethin' that, nobody in the history of rap ever set they self to do This fuckin' guy, that I speak to you about, is somethin' crazy He's somethin' insane, he's the greatest performer ever since, uh What's the guys name? (Ol' Dirty) Ah, ah, ah James Brown, he's bad, and he's a cool guy And you'll really need, I mean need to really get to know him Ladies and gentleman, from all houses, to all towns From the moons of Pluto, back down to earth Ladies and gentleman, one more time, give it up for The Old Dirty Doggy, I mean, the Ol' Dirty Bastard I love that guy (Ol' Dirty) [Interlude] Yes, how y'all doin' out there? I wanted y'all to know that tonight is a special night 'Cause I'm happy to be living, you know? A nigga tried to shoot me down and shit You know? And, I don't know man, it just feel good to be here man You know what I'm sayin'? And I wanna let all y'all know I love you man, I love all y'all You know, but, what I really came here tonight For one reason, just 'cause I don't mean to cry, I don't usually cry Dub you can play that shit man, play it man 'Cause I'm tired of this shit, remember the time I told y'all When I got burnt, gonorrhea, yeah Well this bitch, there's a new bitch, goddamnit Oh, bitch burnt me again with gonorrhea So I didn't get burnt one time, I got burnt actually two times If you really look at it Yeah, I love the girl but I had to cut the bitch off Yeah the bitch died, I killed the bitch She suffered a long pain But she had to go, bitch had to go I-I knew the bitch for ten minutes of my life But the pussy was good, yeah the pussy was good, oh shit, the pussy's good I just want you to know girl That I dedicated, this song, well this song really was written by Blowfly And I want all y'all to hear this shit It's just a poem that I writ for you girl Just let me get my shit together The first time, ever you sucked my dick, uh-ah Thank you, thank you I felt, the earth tremble under my balls Somethin' shot out of me real fast First time Nah I'm just kidding with y'all How y'all feelin'? Listen to the album 'cause it's bangin' [Outro] We have only thirty-five chambers, there is no thirty-six I know that, but, I want to create a new chamber Oh? And what would that be? The Stomp[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Sing the song, sing along with me Sing the song, sing the song with me [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Lelele lady, tell me why, tell me so I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low So I go low, [slurp], taste the shit [Slurp], taste it again, I like it [Rrr] I'm the original G-O-D Making young ladies scream's my specialty When I go DUN DUN DUN DUH, girls get hype From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco Or disco duck, strictly hip hop Baby baby, I can't stop Wu, gots like come on through Soo, that's the call for the Wu I came here to rectify BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap Man, fuck that Shit, that I make it's the skit I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it Let's sing the song Come on party people, all in together now, sing along Have you ever ever ever In your long legged life Had a bald headed bitch For your bald headed wife [Laughter] Gimme dat [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound If you wanna jump up and get fucked up Last nigga got up and got shot up But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya Fuck with the WU-Tanger, ill bang ya You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop Chamber number 9, verse 32 Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO That a true nigga shall come through No-one is available to be compatible This is chamber number 9, verse 32 Is what we call The Stomp [Stomp] Raekwon The stomp is down [Stomp] Get down for your crown [Stomp] Stomp [Stomp] [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Brothas always playin with the microphone When it blows up in your face, [BOOM] you leave it alone You couldn't touch, this style is too much It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch [Grruh] About any nigga or niggerette Get burned to the ground, feel like a cigarette Straight up and down, I get dirty to the ground Rhymin gets me paid mad bread by the pound Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all Go by the name "Big A", from the shelter Harlem World[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard, Shorty Shit Stain, and others] (the first line originally ended "Dirty Dancin" on Jerky Boys sountrack) Shit that makes me high [One two, one two] Yo, we gonna bring it back, to Harlem World Motherfuckin' jocks (British Knights) Yo I remember when niggas was walking down the street On Farmers, motherfuckers was wearin goose goose Motherfuckers walking around with Brogans (I was wearing 'em) I'm sayin though [One two, one two] A gold tooth that was never shined I'm sayin though See cause tonight, is the night of all nights Most people gather around To hear the show, that is comin through your town (I was playin' em) See my name [what what?] Is somethin, that you won't know Unless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn Zoo (I was wearing 'em) Other brothers come But never come back (Introducing) So basically, what the Ol'-motherfuckin-Dirty Bastard is sayin' Is that if you fuck around [one two, one two] You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up So don't fuck around just lay down [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I remember (dnnah-dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah) Not too long ago (dnnah-dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah) I went to a city (dnnah-dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah) And I saw a Wu-Tang show (dnnah-dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah) Now I always wanted (dnnah-dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah) To get, with, the band (dnnah-dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah) But niggas was singin they own songs Bein in they own worlds So I guess I, I guess I, RARAARRRRAAHHH!!! The terminology, the psychology You still expect me to accept Do what I say off the TDK... With the button on record and the other on... Thus I press pause for a serious cause To respect an intellect with this gratifying Now that I'm ready let the music begin As I detect what I wrote with my... Through the time that I spent, money that I lent Rap records went up just about Then became a new way to get paid They said, "rhymin' on the mic is the number one..." Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool You discombumberated diabolical fool Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud Another 20th century, modern day Cannibal, humanoid, underground (Dweller) Chud broke loose from the god damn (Cellar) Dope-fiend addict why you walk with Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome When the MCs came, to live out their name Most rocked rhymes that was all the... When I elevated, and mastered the time You was stimulated from the high post You got shot cause you knew you were rocked [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] You're not the king of the diss Youse a queen of a bitch You're like a homosexual Your ass always switch Niggas wake up in the morning Your ugly-ass guise Got slob around your mouth Green cold in your eye You can't smile your teeth too gritty Can't even move, drawers too shitty (you know what else) You're shaped like a thistle The holes in your drawers when you fart them shits (whistle) YOU DUCKIN SUCKIN MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT Sperm germ slimy worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOT Repeat your rhymes all the time like a FUCKIN parrot Phony gold chains only rated two carats You tell your friends that your home is like heaven Livin in the gutter sewer seven pipe eleven You wear your socks twelve days in a row Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show Go to school, take a shit, don't wipe your ass Blame it on another sucka nigga in your class YOU WANNA BATTLE? Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mind Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme Swine on your mind, pork on your fork Make you imitate a brother in the state of New York Chain on your BRAIN, that drove you inSANE When you tried to CLAIM, for the talent and the FAME Nothin to GAIN, yet and still you CAME Suffer the PAIN, as I demolish your NAME Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV Sayin this is dedicated to the one I love Not a swine or dove, from the heaven's up above When I rap, people CLAP, so they push and they shove When I rhyme I get LOOSE, better than Mother Goose Rock the mic day and NIGHT, so you see I'm the JUICE Like the two-six-EIGHT, politicians demonstrate [Outro] Now hold up hold up hold up hold up What y'all niggas don't seem to hear Is y'all can not FUCK with me I saiiiiiiiiiid ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL Can't FUCK with me I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Dore, Dore, Dore Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack For the niggas who's here And the girls who's out there Throw your hands in the air Cause this one is more fly Fly, fly Flyyyyy, flyyyy Flyyyyyyyyahhahayhahhhha BZZZZT Wooo! Get your ass in the house boy, I told you Get your ass in the house! Get, get, in the god damn house boy! Last fuckin time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker C'mon daddy? I didn't mean nothin by it But when it come to... FUCKIN with you MCs You Don’t Want to Fuck With Me[Intro] Yo, when I say you don't want to fuck with me I'm not talking to you girl (and woman) Yo, 'cause y'all want to fuck... y'all want to fuck me [Verse] I stay away from danger, danger stay away from me I counter react on y'all niggas and then I flee Whatever you say is a mirage And on top of that, huh, nigga fuck y'all I'm the law of the land, got girls Uncle Nuggah I gagagaga got girls on the command I got the government lost on Gilligan Island (Nigga Please!) By December, CIA gettin' paid taxes back From the Candy Cane, Santa came, back in the big hurricane You ain't shaggy anymore, DA, I ain't in your ballgame I became, ain't your doggy bag ho same You gotta make Ol' Dirty a better man In the world if you wanna live Fuck y'all, God don't forgive, I don't answer phones I'll never reveal the Wu-Tang secret and if you don't believe I'll kill your shit [Chorus] You don't want, you don't want fuck with me 'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty You don't want, you don't want fuck with me 'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty [Verse 2] Please Nigga! You couldn't jump jump jump You couldn't punk, you couldn't funk funk funk the shit up My name is Dirt Dog the 18 Millimeter, shoot you up, bust you up (Fuck fuck, What?) I drop the ambulance on a nigga Mac truck, runnin' over niggas I love bitches, when they front on they pussycat You ain't gettin' over like a fat rat Hate is the method, killin' all you savages You won't be sendin' me messages I put your nigga on pause, I keep that shit on Destroy you through your whores Cause you ain't never had clout You niggas on a rap drought I never get tired, I ain't in your drama quote Suck my dick! Yeah that horror flick! [Chorus] You don't want, you don't want fuck with me 'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty You don't want, you don't want fuck with me 'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty You don't want, you don't want fuck with me 'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty You don't want, you don't want fuck with me 'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty You don't want, you don't want fuck with me 'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty (To the ugly girls, throw your hands in the fuckin' air!) You don't want, you don't want fuck with me 'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty (To the ugly bitches, wave 'em like you just don't care!) [Verse 3] Yo, I'm the cunt, breast, asshole eater And if you let me physically eat it, it only get (burps) Yo, don't race, you will lose! I'm stronger than booze! Don't eat the food! AAAAHH! If you really want to cum The cocaine get your pussy numb YO! FUCK Y'ALL! EVERYBODY! [Chorus] You don't want, you don't want fuck with me 'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty You don't want, you don't want fuck with me 'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty You don't want, you don't want fuck with me Don't ever look at my name as bad Dirty Dancin’(Ol' Dirty Bastard is doing a Martin Lawrence comedy skit from You So Crazy) (this is going on in the background during the Intro and part Of the first verse) You know God damn well I don't smoke this shit Meth *coughing* Know damn well I don't smoke this sheyit Know damn well! I remember when we used to go down to the creek Member when we used to go down to the creek? And used to dip your head in the water? Everybody thought you had it in you, you know You used to jump out the water The water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy What? I said the water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy [Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Clean out my vocals Yeah, I said YEAH I said zuckazuhzuhzuh, zuckazuhzuh *more nonsense noises* Chkccha ckchcka Brooklyn, zucka Zoo C'mon baby baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby, c'mon! [Verse 1] Superlogical this, superlogical that I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap I elect myself President MC My career so intelligent, unique physique Then with mathematics, not democratic Static, topic, Asiatic Zssshuh, them unique, never leak, brlaharl... Bring it on back Superlogical this, superlogical that I detect your dialect by the way you rappp! I elect myself President MC My career so intelligent, unique physique Doin mathematics and I'm not democratic No static, topic, I'm Asiatic See, I'm Unique, never... blarhalal... [Verse 2: Method Man, Ol' Dirty Bastard] Crazy, lurkin in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty Get your weight up, don't take me lightly Blasted, dirty to the grain I be stained with the madness It's the Meth-Tical with the Bastard MZA MZA my name is the Ol Dirty Bas My gammmmme, to kick your ass Dnnah duh dnnh dnnh duh duh! Dnnah dnh duh duh duh dahhhhhh! Flip and relax, take an Ex-Lax, I'm shittin On the industry that was frontin now they missin What everybody else is gettin Cuz they wasn't representin the real... ...appeal, like me and, old time When it comes to the microphone who killed the swine? Be the original G Do the rhymin on time and in the place to be [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard, Method Man] You are now in my trance You are getting sleeeeeepyyyyyy You are now getting sleeeepyyyyy And sleeeeppieeerrrrr And sleepy, and sleepy [Verse 3: Method Man] This one here's for my people, my people Enter the 36 chambers, the sequel Part two, for me and the cipher troop With the Teflon lyrics that you can't get through With the twenty-two automatic rap you pack, what? You ain't hittin with that wack shit you kickin Straight from the beginning, of the game All the way to the ninth inning, I bring the pain Dark like the midnight train on the track by the RZA Diesel like Arnold Schwarzanegger [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] The hardware, choose the hardware Ask you a question, test the Ason Extra extra, read the drama and thennn another one Which you intrigue, do your rap fatigue in the... Ohhhh.... Here I go, aauhhh Yeahhh... (shit that makes me high) Nigga Please[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I ain't no nigga My words can't be held against me I'm not caught up in your law [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] All music must obey me All pain must obey me I cripple my enemies Got the gift of vocabulary I can talk my way up out of anything Nobody's words can go against me I'm stingy, I want all that energy Osirus, the best nigga in the place to be I two hundred hot degree Burning ya til you faint y'all Y'all niggas shooting blanks y'all I'm fucking my vest, drive an armored tank y'all I dead niggas like a dog buries a bone You could never set me up I raise the pain volume Nominate me, as presidential MC My career so intelligent unique physique A nigga please! [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA] You could never fuck with the dog A nigga please! Nigga I will bury ya bone A nigga please! I'm the one who burned ya home A nigga please! Watch your shit fall like Rome [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] What, nigga I'm immune to all viruses I get the cocaine it cleans out my sinuses Just for slinging *nuh* I get a quarter a mil I'll have it raining ice drops the size of automobiles Kill all the government microchips in my body I'm the paranoid nigga at your party I kill all my enemies at birth! Shut the fuck up! Bitch and let me stick my hands up your skirt Nigga please! [Chorus] [Break: Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA)] (x5) Nigga please! You could never fuck with the dog [Outro RZA] Straight up! ODB type shit Y'all watch out for the Abbott and Crazy Monk Coming soon Splashed y'all with the organic hip-hop spazzola type Naw mean, Straight up! For born-born and on Intoxicated[Hook: Macy Gray] Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's yours and mine Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, I sat around the illest villains Campaignin' while we all G off Automatic mayors, now we ain't playin' Wolves start scheemin', violate me in the rain Get more respect, rob Marvin Gaye on 'em Gold, black, beige on 'em, heavy gauge Gettin' blazed, all that money, but he ain't even shaved This a new flavor, bigger vets, bigger begets Bigger papes, god damn it, nigga got saved Three or more, two thousand four Blazers Lookin' good, it's all hood, just analyze amazed Peace, let's mozy and swaze', y'all Then count real bank and thank 'em, hit me on the page, what [Hook: Macy Gray] Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's yours and mine Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine [Verse 2: Method Man] Yo, I was born on the same day as Dr. Seuss Plenty of friends, henny and gin, who got the juice? Let's get drunk, in this motherfucker, let's get pumped I need that funk, like I ain't took a bath in a month You can find me where the thugs be at, club be at A fact, I love women, cuz they love me back The name's Johnny, they used to call me sucker for love But now I'm grimey, cops searchin' motherfuckers for drugs Give me that bud, that come in nickels, dimes and dubs At four twenty, when niggas knew what time it was A shot of Remy, in my system, I'm buzzed Then baby, I ain't just a little off, I'm unplugged Haha, you know I, crack myself up, sometimes with no excuses Like every nigga that done time, I didn't do it Meth the Magnificent, not Jeff I see the game done gone impotent, soft and suspect [Hook: Macy Gray] Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's yours and mine Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, silence on Smith with six shots, lick shots Leave ya head like a Shaolin monk with six dots Hindu kush, twistin' a Sweet Swisher In search for Bobby the Digital, bitch, not Bobby Fisher Head full, with a Grey Goose and Redbull I came for, a beer, weed, plus a bed full Of dimepiece, model type bitches, who mind they own business Blow my dick, like birthday cake wishes My warrior's scornful, hard to respond to Dirt McGirt, be sailin' boat and in Honolulu Brooklyn Zu, wild like Shaka Zulu Brooklyn Zu, shots will go right through you Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Maui In the two thousand six pitch black Audi Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy Doody, to you some beauty bitches crowd me [Hook: Macy Gray] Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's yours and mine Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's yours and mine Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine Pop Shots[Intro: DJ Premier (ODB samples)] Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty "See my name is the ODB" "The-the-the-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" [Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard w/ samples cut] As I poppppppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts As I po-a-opppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts [Ol' Dirty Bastard] '86 was the year that it started Crack hit the states, and my hood got to poppin' Back then, you had to catch it with narcotics Without a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects Nowadays, if a nigga say you got it You be sitting in the county, with like 3 or 4 charges Young when started, but I had a talent To get this package up, cuz I took it as a challenge The older niggas game me much as I can handle Cop the eagle, started jackin' with the green New Balance shit I'm feelin' clean, I was only thirteen With the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans My name's spelled right on my four finger ring It was Dirt then, cuz McGirt you ain't seen "The Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Rollin...." [Hook 2X w/ more samples cut] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Toe to toe, I scrap with the best If I spit ten rhymes, nigga, nine gon' connect If you ain't feelin' 1 or 2, I respect Cuz I probably just forgot, and wrote it strictly for my set Wu-Tang, man I love my set Niggas comin' up here, this is where the G's at Look here, more money, more problems, my ass You'se a naive cat, if you still believe that, for real That's a trick to try to keep you where you at All content, while niggas ridin' Bentley's and Maybach Think I'mma lay back, playa, forget it First hundred G's, I see, nigga, I'm tryin' to flip it And that's some real shit, not just a lyric Drop a couple open cases, not too specific Niggas out here tryin' to prove whose the realest It's ok to pop shit, but come a little different "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The ODB" "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" [Hook 2X w/ more samples cut] "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "See my name is the ODB" [Hook to fade w/ more samples cut] I Can’t Wait[Intro] Yo, Yo Miami Yo Cali-Fornia North East West and South motherfucka Yo Check this out This is Dirt Dog I'm here to make you scream [Chorus] (x4) Big Baby Jesus I can't wait Nigga fuck that! I can't wait! [Verse 1] I ain't no actor my shit's for real Thighmaster If I don't get paid 2 or 3 million dollars on Monday I'm a bring on the ARMAGEDDON!(It's Monday) Fuck that feeling, this fo reeling Nigga I want my own island Make it rain, hail, storm and earthquake UHHHH! That's what I'm saving! Play that music in your trunk The cocaine amplifies my funk Nigga I'm from the ghetto How many celebrities from the ghetto? (Dirty your crazy, I'm crazy about your music Dirty your crazy, you're a nutcase you're a fucking nutcase) [Chorus] (x4) Big Baby Jesus I can't wait Nigga fuck that! I can't wait! [Verse 2] AIDS, chickenpox, flu, and night fever Cancer, herpes, mumps, and seizures Diabetes, TB if you're against me You die easier! Cops don't have a show whatsoever Ain't no more doctors, ministers Nurses can't give us searches There won't be electric, won't be churches Cause your body go against you Whether it's a lie or whether it's true You can't use violent mentalities anymore It ain't lambskin You can't use the word napkin Nigga ya sleeping [Chorus] (x3) Big Baby Jesus I can't wait Nigga fuck that! I can't wait! [Break] Hold on Hold on Hold on HAHAHAHAH [Verse 3] I'm diplomatic playing pen and pad Ratatat you're a scaredy-cat Cause I have a tat put you up like that You can't stand that, cause you gotta scat You couldn't even move Don't know how to groove BITCH TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES Stink up the room Motherfucker you knew! Fucking with the doo Dirt Dog don't mean to be rude [Chorus] (x8) Big Baby Jesus I can't wait Nigga fuck that! I can't wait! [Outro] I want to give a shoutout to FunkMaster Flex And all the DJs across the world I want to give a shoutout to my nigga Luke I want to give a shoutout to my nigga Suge Knight To my nigga Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg I want to give a shoutout to um,um, what's them niggas, Outkast I want to give a shoutout to them crazy niggas In parts of the world that I never been too I want to give a shoutout to the Eskimos I want to give a shoutout to the submarines I want to give a shoutout to the army, air force, navy marines Know what I'm saying? Y'all playing my music In the submarines and the boats Play that shit know what I'm saying? It's called traveling music busting ya ass style Yo Big Baby Jesus, know what I'm saying it's one love I give a shout out to all the women I give a shout out to all the babies All the munchkins All across the world playin' hopskotch I want to give a shoutout to all the school teachers I give a shout out to um, um, myself [Chorus] (x3) Big Baby Jesus I can't wait Nigga fuck that! I can't wait! [Outro] Big Baby Jesus I give a shout out to the Wu-Tang, Tang, Tang, Tang... The Brooklyn Zoo Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie)[Intro] Yo, imagine- imagine the shit Drunk as hell and shit And you going into a fuckin bar and shit You stumbling over bitches and everything Falling over everywhere, throwing up and shit Yeah, ayy, yeah-ahh C'mon, c'mon Ahh-hyah! I want all y'all people to feel what I feel See, my momma taught me this shit! And my daddy learned from my momma Which is good! Which is good-ahh! [Verse] Sweet sugar pie, oh I wish you were mine Lookin' so good, like you know you should, yeah And I- ayy, yeah, love you down, down baby Oh my girlie, sweet my honey You look so good to me Love you down, all night long Yeah, yeah, ahh! Yeah, all night long Yeah, yeah, ahh, all night long, girl Sugar pie Sweet oh-my-oh-my there's no lie I love you girl, love you, girl Love you sweet pie Yeah, yeah, ahh! [Hook] Do you love me? Do you love me like this? (Do you love this, girl?) I know you love me I love you too! Ahh, ha, ha! (I'll let you know) I'm serious I need to know that I needs you to let me really know that I said I'm serious, very, very serious Aight, let's go [Outro] Yeah, all night long Yeah, yeah, ahh! Ahh, ha, ha, yeah It's other groups that's better than me like the Temptations And you other, groups From the Motown, Philadelphia, Atlanta (This is dedicated to you) And you others, better than me Mrs. Jones, don't feel disgraced baby Because I love your soul your got it together type thing Diana Ross (See, I don't say these things for myself) Michael Jazzy-Jackson! (Please understand or something) No! I'm the baddest, hip-hop man, across the world! I don't care, what you care, I just give, what you receive! Recognize[Intro 1: Chris Rock] Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock You heard my man He ain't on no commercial shit The O.D.B It ain't the Young D.B It's the Ol' D.B That old shit This ain't the Embry O.D.B This is the Ol' mothafuckin D.B I'm Chris Rock, I'm chillin with the O.D.B So I'm the wrong place, at the wrong mothafuckin time With the wrong mothafuckin man The O.D.B., baby [Intro 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] All y'all niggas talkin bout commercial song This ain't no commercial song Straight up, nigga, what? [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (The Neptunes)] Y'all niggas can't fuck with me All y'all niggas lovin me (Mister courageous O.D.B You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P You need to recognize) [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Neptunes)] Yo, what's my name? (You need to recognize) Shut the fuck up! (You need to recognize) I bring the mothafuckin ruckus (You need to recognize) C'mon punk ass niggas Uh, nah, nah, I'm just fuckin wit'chall, uh-huh) [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)] Who get drunk at night till the early morn'? Tap dances at the party like it's goin on Bitches and niggas all around scopin eachother down I'm takin pictures at y'all at the fuckin lounge Mad niggas was, gettin drunk at the bar I'm throwin Moet bottles, HA HA HA HA HA HA It's rowdy outside, I ain't signin shit Don't flow bitch, I take your microphone You party bitches fallin in line With your fat ass stinkin behind You don't know who the fuck is here I back smack your ass, make pressure appear Cause cold Lucky knockin at your door I dedicate that to your source Cause this (Nigga please) is dirty and it's stinkin Funkier than (Peppi Le Pew, so I was thinkin) I drop you mothafuckin niggas on the (weekend) (Lettin you know that) bitch nigga don't start You thought that I was weak? Huh, let me speak My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather's feet So listen mister, don't you ever forget Rhyme dirty, you couldn't even clean it with Comet Or even Worex, some tried Ajax Only mix wit, the back get this track [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (The Neptunes)] Y'all niggas can't fuck with me All y'all niggas lovin me Mister courageous O.D.B You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P You need to recognize, you need to recognize You need to recognize, niggas need to recognize Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)] Sweet girl, sweet girl Each and every day-a, each and every way-a See you niggas, most of your strayers Stray off from a thing, civilization-a Don't understand the true nation-a It go back like coal ovens and ice boxes (Murder Avenue L trains, Broadway blackouts Brooklyn Zu keep history, fam shake the trends Five years of workin bodies Voice box hits the shotty I move in parties, stickin hotties And all you fake mob Gotti's, I push your skirt up My shit's so bad I wipe my ass with a burner) Picking up the pieces!! [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (The Neptunes)] Y'all niggas can't fuck with me All y'all niggas lovin me (Mister courageous O.D.B You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P You need to recognize, you need to recognize You niggas need to recognize, uh-huh, uh-huh) Y'all niggas can't fuck with me All y'all niggas lovin me (Mister courageous O.D.B You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P You need to recognize, you need to recognize Bitches and niggas'll recognize Look, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Pop Shit[Intro: ODB] 1-2, 1-2, 1-2 (guess who's home?) Yeah mothafucker, you know who it is Ol' Dirty Bastard a.k.a. Dirt McGirt Killin' anything that moves {x2} You know what time it is Neptunes mothafucker.. The Neptunes Yo 1-2, 1-2 (yeah this shit don't stop!) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Plug it up, cocaine make ya speakers blow Party amps gettin' sniffed up now wit it too When there's somethin' in my camp, a wireless amp High as a ramp, speak to Wu like stamp The wet got me damp, pussy darker than lamp Moses you don't wanna 'ttempt, I see all fans I'm too drunk too, now you like "Move!" Coked out in Peru, in hair/here like shampoo Small like snubs, camera to you scrubs Kinda like stubs, confidential at the club Sniff buds like Rule, I fast Ghost like Wu Get cream like tube, burn ya fast food Appeared in rude, we'll take ya panties off nude Yes and renewed, big guns and clued Bitch I'm loose like Lugz, Dirty to the litter bug Girls you like hugs? I don't like thugs [Hook: Pharrell (ODB)] Pop shit, bitch what's wrong? Pop shit, nigga what's wrong? (Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH! (Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH! (Me and my niggas about to get...) SUED! (Me and my niggas about to stop..) YOU! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Aiyo all this shit is from the ghetto Smoke Palmetto, sing like Peno Carry the Heathrows, scared of police though They tried to kill O. in prison yo! Had me turned out, drunk is all about I got this money pourin' out the stout I'm a loud mouth, drunk party is out Play this music on every route Follow Dirty, I'm the WhiteOut Catch bitches like trout, get drunk, won't stop I'm gettin' this money, called gettin' honey Streets of Brooklyn and ain't a damn thing funny Have a day sunny, bitches put me in ya tummy I'm the nigga on the cross burnin' about 20 Go me a bunny lookin' good and funny All you niggas, is straight crash dummies [Hook] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I was checkin' out my melody before The Blueprint Felony, a nuisance, huggin' me and my two cents Don't double the six takes, never did a mixtape But rather a chick take but waste any weather we get cake I let rats have it, fuck these rap faggots! Everybody want the kid dead like Pat Garrett I'm a goon, speak with a mellow tone Rock yellow stones, gun longer than a broom! Cuz felon on the ride is long due and soon Out again like boom, government comin' soon Anything less is uncivilized like a case mack I'm a shooter used to stay jack, cooler than a Maybach Arubu known to collect, twistin' up that haze black And Backwood on that, good rap, I stay strapped P.P., don't carry that weight Nigga redhead, fuck with chicks if their head straight [Hook] [Outro: ODB] Yeah you know what time it is It's that new shit Dirt McGirt, Neptunes Rollin Wit YouYou can't imitate me on this fuckin tape You ain't ringing the bell I'm ready when you are [You ain't ringing the bell You ain't busting the grape You ain't imitating me on this fuckin tape] (x10) I'm tellin you bitch ass niggas If y'all don't fuckin If y'all coloured bitch ass faggot punk ass motherfuckers Don't see that these white people are trying to take over your shit Don't worry, you betta be happy the Ol' Dirty Bastard is here Your betta be happy I'm here To beat the shit out of all you faggot punk ass motherfuckers Bitch ass niggas! I shut the fuckin' whole world down You white motherfuckers could never, ever take over You can't ever take over!(x2) You shut the fuck up and you shut the fuck up That's what the fuck you do! (Could I get a beer, yo I need some beer) You ain't using your phone, you ain't callin the cops Cause nigga I'm the only king of the block I'm the only black god, motherfucker! And I came to rock the spot When I throw at football pass at a bitch she miss Ain't trying to be funny gonna use my fist You can't use the family feud You can't run it on a cuckoooo!!!! You bring shame, I'll keep Ol' Dirty safe Not locked up, cause I'll have your fuckin ass locked up! I'll stash you, lickin you down, light that blunt! You ain't gettin one, two I do what I want! If I got a problem, a problems got a problem til it's gone I'm the only Unique Ason You reap what you sew Fuckin with the O I got the precinct locked down You ain't using the po-po Fuck you Soso I got the keys to your ho I'll stop your whole flow, all you bitches roll With me from the ghetto You want me to control This fuckin' show Give Ol' Dirty what he want and mo! Time stops you'll go Mafia slow! Time'll stop you'll go Mafia! Pay me all my motherfucking money Or I'mma slow down your dough! (Chorus) Jesus I'm rollin with you(x4) You'll all be in danger You'll have a sex changer I'm gettin more anger call me Dr. Stranger I master the demon demonic toys Sting you with the venom kill your joy! Bitches throw hands in the air like to be sodomized That's what I'm here for! That's what I'm all about! I get girls in the mood to wanna get physically fucked from me Oh big baby! Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa I control Michael Jackson's Thriller Catch him and ruuhhahaha Fuck with the guys that'll make you shrug I'm the only original Fuck you chump! Shut the fuck up! Yo did you understand that? Chorus I Want PussyStink hoes (repeat 6X) I want pussy for free, I want pussy for free You can not have my money I want pussy for free, look, I want pussy for free I want pussy for free, I want pussy for free (for freeeeeeeee) I ain't givin none of y'all girls money shit fuck y'all Love ya but fuck ya let bounce this ball Screwface you bitches, voodoo on y'all He won’t slip, won’t trip, won’t ever fall Bitch, you obey me, you better not betray me Be calling no cop saying “this is his baby!” Pussy for free, baby, I don't want none of yall havin my money I want pussy Yeah my momma can not protect y'all Yeah my momma can not protect y'all Yeah my momma can not protect y'all Right, Right Yeah my momma can not protect y'all Yeah my momma can not protect y'all Right Right Yeah my momma can not protect y'all My momma can not protect y'all My momma can not protect y'all My momma can not protect y'all Bitch and I ain't gonna protect y'all bitch Alright? Yeah Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Extended Version; 2020 Remaster)[Intro] "Aw, I don't want to fuck, you can't even sing" You had to sing, or something, to get some pussy (I like the way you talk) [Chorus] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Yeah) Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem (That shit is banging, that shit is banging) [Verse 1] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Give me the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm Rain on your college-ass disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now (That shit is banging) Chop that down, pass it all around Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground For any MC in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam, my flow is like bam Jump on stage and then I dip down (That shit is banging) (I like the way you talk) [Chorus] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem [Backwards verse incorporating part of Verse Two] [Verse 2] See, when a nigga say that he likes it raw Keeping it dirty, down to the floor See, my name is the ODB And I'll beat your ass For the ladies who know me, tell them who the fuck I be For the niggas who know me, tell them who the fuck I be Huh, my style comes down on y'all like rock (Sitting on the dock of the bay) By the dock Come by the flock (But don't go) By the brick, by the block Got East coast locked down, padlock My Zu niggas be all O-ed down by the flock [Chorus] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem [Verse 3] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Give me the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm Rain on your college-ass disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now Chop that down, pass it all around Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground For any MC in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam, my flow is like bam Jump on stage and then I dip down [Interlude] Yo, y'all know the lyrics Come on, sing with me [Chorus] Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shimmy shimmy ya, yeah) Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay) Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay) Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shi-shimmy, shi-shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay) Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem (Shi-shimmy, shi-shi—) Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Give me the mic so I can take it away Shimmy shimmy ya [Outro] "Aw, I don't want to fuck, you can't even sing" You had to sing, or something, to get some pussy (I like the way you talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk) All in Together Now[Hook] Yeah youknowhatI'msayin It's all I'm saying Knahmsayin, yo I'mma tell all y'all motherfuckers something Knahmsayin, I'm a Dalmation knahmsayin Motherfucker I'm white and I'm black what You can't understand it then fuck you, knahmsayin I love this, motherfucker I need this We work from hand to hand, from country to town From city to state, from world to world nigga From universe to universe It's a white and black thing, all the world leaders It's all, and together, I said peace, and love, from happiness You understand me ??, turn me up Ah turn me up (x7) White girls shake your ass Black girls shake your ass Everybody shake your ass C'mon shake your ass Turn me up motherfuckers getting hot in here Niggas all getting hot in here Everybody getting hot in here Whiteys getting hot in here Blackies getting hot in here Somebody getting hot in here Everybody getting hot in here Red people getting hot in here Yellow people getting hot in here Blue people getting hot in here Aliens gettin hot in here Somebody gettin hot in here White people getting hot in here Black people getting hot in here Everybody gettin hot in here The chamber of this banger, is 36th chamber Understand Equality Slang, that of Allah's name Played the rabbit, like you dead Mork from Ork, first take support see me in The Source Yo I take the eighty-five percent brain Cause Black makes what makes rain Dirty brain is like payday to me GOD unique baby Who's the Five Percent of the planet Earth Tell em Poppa Wu, well it sure ain't Poppa Smurf Got to check your blood, take you to church Ministers down with the nerds Ever since birth White man always trying to take the Black man's turf Black man built America I named you after Asia, you ain't my Momma Now her name is Erika, Bo Derek-ah What, you like that slave name It wasn't 'posed to sound better New Wu order, New Rule order For all the maniacs in jail read this letter Be behind me when I'm making this cheddar Cause I'mma make it more better for our babies Cause they play in the same schoolyards everyday C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon You've, got, that WHITE WHITE WHITE WHITE White man clock on your wall I'm tired of gettin up goin to work For that white, white, white, white man y'all I's got a bad boss These thoughts was fucking Diana Ross I ain't no ??, making this money Nuh, show yourself Whitey come on, get the money My Father Allah walk with Gods Just like the dollar bill walk with God We Trust And I walk this dog, two-thousand two-hundred miles for you What, let the ?? know it's done Hey blackie, yo whitey It's all, all, all in together now We getting paid getting dressed for the weather now All, all, all in together now We getting paid gettin dressed for the weather now All, all in together now Getting paid getting dressed for the weather now All in together now We're getting paid getting dressed for the weather now, peace It's all in together now New World Order baby, knahmsayin Y'all recognize it's together You understand me, it's the Dirt Dog speaking My word is bond and my bond is life It's all in together now my niggas and my niggarettes My peoples don't worry about it It's all slang from the same gang I'm black out, and I'm black in I'm white out, and I'm white in, so what Dirt Dog[Ol' Dirty Bastard] C'mon, fuck that shit {*panting hard seven times*} Yo bitches out there, a-throw your hands in the air To my niggas out there (out there) Throw your guns in the air (one two three) Let me hear you go - Dirt, Doooooooog! Dirt, Doooooooog! Let me hear you go - Dirt, Doooooooog! Dirt, Doooooooog! (Ahhhhh) Let me hear you go.. NO! Never been branded, no dough shorthanded This is why the Dirt Dog landed And I expanded - from the help of the RZA Shit that NUH commanded I'm a project ho, LOVE project ho Nigguh get BUST, at the front door (I do) I don't don't don't, I don't don't I don't got no love for the pro, the prostitute pro The Brooklyn Zu know, I be like Old Joe *pbbbbbbbbbbt* See me at the cocaine sto' Coppin a.. eh ehh ehh.. and coppin mo' See I'm a real nigga, give a bitch a car Bitch want a Jeep, give a bitch a star Bitch wanna sleep, number one.. .. umm, number one, I live in my momma house Number one, I live in my momma house This a Ol' Dirty Bastard production, let off SHOTS! Be hot like I fart from a bitch's twat I'm just a small boy, well known like Elroy Well employed Chest built up like steroids, electra master Puppeteer motherfuckers You can't control the black man's God!!! Bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh, bluh, Bed-Stuy Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-Dirtiest place to be You white Flintstone, bitch You stickin your dick in my gravel pit Journey to the center of the Earth The white woman tryin to slide up in I'm the Granddaddy Man from the Senegal clan Got the bite of a pit, keep your afro simmerin Nigga GUARD YOUR GROUND! (GUARD YOUR GROUND!) Ah-throw your hands in the air To my niggas out there, throw ya guns in the air Let me hear you go Dirt, Doooooooog! Dirt, Doooooooog! Let me hear you go Dirt, Doooooooog! Dirt, Doooooooog! Let me hear you go Dirt, Doooooooog! Dirt, Doooooooog! Let me hear you go Dirt, Doooooooog! Dirt, Doooooooog! Let me hear you go Dirt, Dirt Doooooooog! (I feel you penetrating through my body) Dirt, Dirt Doooooooog! Dirt, Doooooooog! Dirt, Doooooooog! Let me hear you go Dirt, Doooooooog! Dirt, Doooooooog! Let me hear you go.. {*some woman humming la lahhh lahh.. *} (Oh baby I like it raw.. Yeah baby I like it RAW..) Good Morning Heartache[ODB] Ladies and gentlemen, huh This a song.. that dedicated.. (wee kah boo boo doo doo boo dah boh dah bah dah boh doh goh doh doh..) .. to me.. (dah boh goh ding.. ah, lalalalalalalah) MmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMmmmmmmmmmmmm.. Doo be doo boo boo be doo boo woo boo BEE booweeoooohhh Weayeahhhhhhhhhhhgirrrrll [Lil' Mo] Whoahhhh-woaAHH-woahhoahhohhh [ODB] Ah zooby dooby dooby [Lil] Whoahhoooooohwhoahhhooooooh [ODB] It's on me girl, to stop fightin and work this out, knahmsayin? F'real {*from here out, ODB not in (), Lil' Mo in (), both in []'s} (Good morning heartache) Good morning heartache, good morning (You always by my side) [Good morning heartache] Good morning heartache [Thought we said goodbye last night] [I tossed and turned til it seemed] that [you had gone] [But here you are.. with the dawn] Ooooohooooohhh [Oooh wish I'd forget you] Wish I'd forget you, proper state of mind Wish I'd forget you bayyyybe, [but you're here to stay] Stop thinkin about bein so harsh all the time [It's seems I met you] Stop bein prejudiced to each other [When my love had gone away] Stop bein jealous, of one another [Iaahahahahahhhhhhhhh] ahahahahahhhhhhh (Start each day out) [just by.. saying to you..] hello [Good morning heartache, what's new] newwwwwwwwww [Stop holding me now..] nowwwowowowowwwwwwwwwwwwww (Can't shake you, no howww) No howwwwwwwwww (Why don't you) why don't you, why don't you [Leave meeeeee alone] aloneeeeeahhhhhhhhhhIahhhhhh got (I got those, Monday blues) Monday bluesss (go straight through) straight through (Sunday blues) Sunday blueeees (Oahahaoohhhhhhhhh good morning heartache) Good morning heartache (Here we go, here we go, here we go again) Good morning heartache, oahahhh.. let's go [Good morning heartache] Good mornin heartache babe [You're the one, who knew me when..] (Yes I might as well get used to you) (Hangin around) Oahhhhhohhh [Good morning heartache] acheeeeeeeee [I see you're back in town] towwwwwwwwwn Oahh *cough cough cough* (Good morning heartache..) *cough cough, cough* [Why don't you just, sit on down] Hold up WHYYYYYYY DON'T YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU [SIT DOWWWOWWWWOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWN!] Thirsty[Black Keith] You don't even know me, you can't even see me Friendly of the daylight, now I'm back, now I'm back again Don't be scared baby, can't you see I'm thirsty? Friends of the daylight, let me drink, let me drink, my friend Don't be scared baby, don't be afraid Friends of the daylight, and I'm back, and I'm back again [Hook: Black Keith] Never going nowhere, you can't run from me Day and night baby, can I drink, can I drink again Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, can we drink, can we drink, my friend? Don't be scared, don't be scared, baby Can't you see I'm thirsty? And I'm back, and I'm back, again [Ol' Dirty Bastard] What, first things first, man, you can't fight the curse You can't call the doctor, you can't call the nurse You got that Louie Loco on the side of your purse And those tight mint sixties, about to make me burst I can't think, let me sink into your jugular Come have a joint, with the thirsty love guzzler From the darkside, baby, don't be afraid You can't fight the thirst, nor escape the Blade I've been scoping ya, hoping you be open to Take a sip, of the potion cause it's overdue It's not your ordinary, it's a special brew In the heat of the night, I will rescue you [Hook] [Interlude: Blade: Trinity sample] Allow me a parting gift, to remember this Sooner, no later, the thirst, always drink [Outro: Black Keith] Yeah, yeah, and I'm back, and I'm back again Live, live.... back again Dirty Dirty[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Two steps from the border line Anything closer will kiss the nine Think I'm out the game? You out of your mind Cuz I stay on track, like transit line Keep it nappy or braided up Dirty in the cockpit, blazin' up Stop frontin' when you made it up Tellin' all my hoes, you can't spray it up Hah, huggin' nuts like tighty whites Still trickin' on hoes like Heidi Fleiss You know why niggas don't give you much respect Cuz they seen you gettin' slapped with the empty gat Know Dirt, like bow know death When I'm huntin' down, birds of rap Hate Dog, cuz I ate your cat And you can eat my ass and have a coke with that Use a spoon, unless you want a fork Pull my dick out, watch the room get dark Stay high with the zombie walk Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks [Hook 2X: high pitched female (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Dirty Dirty, you tell me how you do it It look so easy, like there was nothin' to it But they don't understand, about the Dirty M.C It's the.... (Ohhhhhhhhhh), new track by ODB [Rhymefest] They say dirt and sunshine make the flowers grow I say, fuck a bitch raw and drive your nut on the floor Call it what you want, you son of a ho I was 5 percent til' white bitches came and dropped it down to four 3, 2, 1, I can lick the sun with my tongue Pull it out and smack a nigga, just for thinkin' I'm done Shut your trap, razor blade cut your wrap Fat girls seen me comin', started tuckin' their flab Rhymefest and Dirt Dog, gon' spark this The day he got to heaven, track mud on the carpets Hot like the hot potato, you niggas ain't macho You hot as gazpacho Go to the show, for hot dogs and nacho's This me and Dirt Dog's style, it's not yours [Chorus 2X} [Ol' Dirty Bastard] What can make a ho, look more cuter Hennessey shots, or smoke more Buddha? [Rhymefest] I don't know Dirt, now she look like Zab Judah Test my manhood, go get my dick ruler [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Now you hungry, wanna eat right through her But you better first track for a noter Like does she have a best friend, or a daughter Has she ever tried fuckin' under water [Rhymefest] Down down with the fishes, deep sea dishes I ain't a genie, bitch, I don't respect your wishes This trick ain't fuckin' me though, god damn Something very wrong, I don't understand [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Misinterpetate, let me break it down Two pulls make the your merry go round Touch your toes, show me that rose Butt naked, in a Wu-Tang pose Wide open, girl, everything goes Real freaky, when you powder that nose [Rhymefest] Keep it and move, I sleep in the nude I'm keepin' it rude, pull out my dick and pee in the food On the way to the stars, don, where's the map? We fuckin' there, and we gonna fuck back [Hook 2X] [Outro: Rhymefest] Yeah, Dirt Dog, Rhymefest, you want it, man Rest in peace, I know you heaven right now Trackin' mud on the carpet, so, we gon' let ya Do what you do it's the ohhhhhhh Don't forget the crew, it's the Wuuuuuu I thought you knew, it's the Ol' Dirt Dog Rhymefest, yeah yeah, from now to 3000, man What's rap with Dirty? What's the world without Dirt? Just a bunch of fuckin' water, ohhhhhhhhh We out.... Cold Blooded[Intro] Y'all no nothing 'bout the pimp game I wanna thank Rick James for letting me do this song, thank you very much [Verse 1] Who are you? Girl, who do you belong to? My point of view is: girl, I think you're hot If we talk, what words will I describe? There's no dictionary book to explain how you look Cause I think you're hot (Sexy, sexy, sexy) [Hook] Cold blooded! Girl, I think you're hot! (Sexy, sexy, sexy) Cold blooded! [Verse 2] Who are you? Girl, what's your name and number? Is it true? Girl, you think I'm hot If we tried to get to know each other You might find, you couldn't trade me for another Cause I think you're so (Sexy, sexy, sexy) [Hook] Cold blooded! Girl, I think you're hot! (Sexy, sexy, sexy) Cold blooded! [Verse 3] Sweetheart baby, touch me, girl, where I wanna be touched Don't ever complain, got ya in a cobra clutch Love me tender, love me sweet I wanna bust this nut in a Super Freak Oh, you're a Super Freak, fuck me anywhere You ain't scared to ever do a do or dare I wanna undress you, hold your loosie tight And I won't cum all night! [Hook] Cold blooded! Cause I think you're hot! (Sexy, sexy, sexy) Cold blooded, yeah! Cause I think you're hot! (Sexy, sexy, sexy) Cold blooded, baby! Cause I think you're hot! (Woo!) Cold blooded! Cause I think you're hot! (Sexy, sexy, sexy) (Sexy, sexy, sexy) Ooh, baby! Ooh, aww! Ooh, baby! Cold blooded! ODB ’98 Grammy Interruption"Please calm down, the music & everything, everything (?) I went and bought me an outfit today that costed a lot of money, today You know what I mean, because I figured that Wu-Tang was gonna win I don't know how y'all see it, but when it comes to the children, Wu-Tang is for the children, we teach the children You know what I mean, Puffy is good but WU-TANG IS THE BEST! Okay, I want y'all to know that this is ODB and I LOVE YOU ALL, Peace!" -Ol' Dirty Bastard's Classic 1998 Grammy Cameo (R.I.P.) Back in the Air[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] We used to sleep in the staircase, smoke weed in the staircase Friday night got drunk, used to pee in the staircase Hopin' a cop might slip, I'm never known to drop the clip You copped the Fifth, nigga, I'll pop the fifth I show no mercy, dunk like a bar of Hershey Call my gun, Lil' Seymour, bitch, or Big Percy A Dapper Dan fan, who will clap a man For five grand of small bills, wrapped in a rubberband Then lay up in a fat pair of titties, my bitch is so saditty This is Dirt McGirt, ho, not P. Diddy All we got in common is the money, the only thing I want is the money You see my face on the wall of every precinct Bitches keep your pussy decent, I'm juvenile delinquent For guns that I creep with, they whisper, in secret Only bitch that peepin', is the one that I sleep with, nih-huh! [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Alotta niggas wanna dust me off Bad bitches wanna suck me off Rockafella dropped a million here And Dirt McGirt back in the air All my gangstas, where ya at? Throw your guns up and make them clap Tell me now, muthafuckas, you strapped? And bitch betta have my money [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, the bitch better have your money and mine Cuz if she don't, we both gon' double team that bitch from behind And for them niggas outside screamin' that 'Somebody gotta die' shit, same dudes on the cop's dick This is Tone, y'all niggas be frontin' And most of y'all niggas don't got no guns Borrowed your man's shit, how's that for a bum? Dum-dums emptied out of pun son, so see man, see Ach' run See spots over my Reebok's, cuz he got done Cheap shots fell out his weak Glock and he got stung My cheap gun is a gangsta's protein Treat bitches with the utmost respect, like get 'em wetted Tellin' to, drink the milk, boo, don't even wet it This is Starky, I got a foot fetish, loot fetish With the dust-head men, we got good credit [Hook] [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Notorious Glock buster, cap peelin', block hustler Who slap hoes, who lack feelings Black building, crack dealing, black villain Had a taste for blood spillin', love stealin' Any thing that twinkle bright to my eye sight Many nights I used to stay up, at the twilight And wonder to myself, if's there's a Heaven or Hell Been alone in these streets, since eleven or twelve On my own, I run buckwild in the West A knucklehead nigga, used to sleep in my vest Had no home, my Moms used to show me no lovin' Burn the crib down, try'nna dry my shirt with the oven Now I'm exiled, destined for penal Hyperactive off the cocaine, got me senile Back on the block, knowledge to build, knowledge to kill Intent to put a dent in your grill with the steel [Hook] Cracker Jack"C'mon baby, c'mon c'mon baby" repeats In background all throughout the song "You bitches can't do nothin" repeats In background through intro [Intro: ODB] It's Ol' Dirty Bastard and shit, know'm sayin? I wanna give a big shout out to my nigga Lou KnowI'msayin? You know, you know, know I wanna lock all the bitches down I wanna lock all the bitches down from the North To East, to West, to South KnowI'msayin? I wanna.. help me put these bitches in my trance I want y'all to suck my lizard You bitches wanna fuck me when you smell my under-arms [ODB] I'll make yo' dick disappear I ain't hearin' anymore weird sounds in the air PSSSSSSS... you can't purr no more You wanna kneel and suck dick? I'mma keep your throat sore Bitch you got herpes in ya ass Every time you fuck a nigga, he dies fast And you won't last The pussy break down from a rash It's hard for you to walk, cuz you stuck up in your ass Don't ask me for no cash You better not be tellin' me to give them no cash Ash, bash, crash, sad ass [Hook: ODB] Give me a little of that Cracker Jack You ain't caramel coated Cracker Jack Well surprise, bitch you gonna get waxed That's that shit, you can't do nothin' about [ODB] Girls ain't pretty to me anymore Cuz you ain't bein a real whore Ooh, you ain't a real whore *I'm gettin' hot and touchin' myself!* You can't say, wear nails anymore You ain't givin a, manicure Suckin' my dick is gonna be your cure If you don't, your punishment You can't get off until you suck my dick Physically I operate your brain to function Give me anything, that I want and ALL GIRLS WANNA FUCK ME EVERYDAY And give me that, the money Don't even know it happens naturally Especially when I'm playin with the chemistry THE MONEY COMIN TO ME FIRST You gonna keep dyin til you die from thirst I WANT A DIFFERENT GIRL EVERYDAY If you wanna die, you gotta drink my sperm The other way to die, is eat a can of worms Chorus 3X [Outro: ODB] Give me a little... Yo, I love you girls cuz you wanna stick your tongue up in my ass Or you can't taste, smell, touch or hear, or see I got you in a smash, give me it! [Instrumental for next 58 seconds] Taking a Shit[Ol' Dirty Bastard] This is the cleanest bathroom I've ever seen I'mma sit my shit down Uhh, ahhh, ahhh, oh shit *fart* uhh hold on, I'm good Take my shit, now, boy Nigga gotta shit! Nigga gotta shit! Ain't nothing wrong! What? What, wash the toilet bowl? That look clean to me Ahh, shit -- shit, lord Oh... damn... ahh, ahh, fuck, man Drinking too much of that damn wood, everytime Shit... mmm rush no shit... Ugh... ahh, damn... wipe my ass I don't know why they don't just put one of them Protective covers over the seat Fuck I might catch some shit up in my ass High in the Clouds[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I wanna stay high in the clouds I wanna keep plenty of pussy around I'm gonna keep puttin' in bullets in pocket Just in case, it's goin' down I'm a Brooklyn soldier, yes, I'm is If you lookin' for a problem, here it is I'm worser than the cross and bones, and that's danger I don't give a fuck, what beef it is [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Now I'mma get serious, pussy don't talk, went the heat come out Niggas sleep on Dirty, til the street come out I like fame, but lockdown changed the nigga Now it's all about the gauge, on the stage for nigga Cuz haters wanna shoot, everything that shine So I'm prepared, to lock and load my rhymes Eat, two at a time, while my mind is bent And dare motherfucker, come with Brook' with that I be rollin' on the Boulevard, nothin' better rush I'm like Big Ben with my middle finger up Sidewalk hash, make thugs relax Got a team that could devour your habitat More gritty than Diddy, cause my hair's uncombed Streets I roam, are too hot to throw on poems Feel like every block's home, when the yay is yo Gotta rob a motherfucker when the day is slow [Hook] [Black Rob] Uh, pussy doctor, four-four cocker Platinum, baby, ya'll niggas is goin' copper I'm down in Bad Boy South with the nigga Chopper Programmed to blow shit up, like Dennis Hopper Hella pointed, hop out the helicopter It's L.A.X. for the weed, it's hella proper I rap, but still stick hoes for door knockers And if she's persistent, block her, block her, block her Infered, I call it the show shocker It's M.S.G., with Jay-Z, the show stopper And this is for them gangsta dudes, know you boppin' That take dough, and don't take shorts for no coppers My team are life stoppers, watch me split ya life up Like Mekhi Phifer, in the movie "Clockers" And just for doing the thing, they try to lock us Wanna find me? I'm way in' the back with the pill poppers [Hook 2X] Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart[Intro: Damon Elliott (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Yo, this is Damon Elliott, we got a lotta shit Dame Dash, put me on game, baby Purplelicious style, Macy Gray, Ol' Dirty Bastard Who the fuck thought it would hit like this? (what? what?) Where's my J, baby, where's my J? (Ohhhhhhhh, yeah) [Hook: Macy Gray (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Don't go breaking my heart (I won't be breaking your heart) You better not They're gonna tear us apart, now, baby (Don't wanna tear us apart) They better not [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'll die for you, do time for you Kill for you, that nigga was never good to you Now that I'm out, what, you gonna do? Let's get Hot Dogs on a Stick, now (Hot Dogs on a Stick) Three drinks of lemon, fresh trip Over the back of the backlands, king size bed Filth all clean, let's do the do All listening to Dionne Warrick singing "Deja Vu" This is a dream that I was new [Hook] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Macy, and O.D.B., too hot for the chief, F.U.C.K.I.N.G That's what I'm gonna do with you baby (what's that spell?) Let's go to the park, after dark Ride some bitches, stab a bitch nigga And get on your knees, leave behind you, atomic doggies Then go to the movies, I don't care which movie I just wanna get some popcorn, make it salty [Macy Gray] Do you want some licorice, do you want some candy? I wanna drink something outta you, while you sip some Ginger Ale Hey, hey [Hook] [Interlude: Damon Elliott (Macy Gray)] Haha (yo, these for all the lovers out there) shut up (Sh-shut up?) Shut the fu.... [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Macy Gray) {both}] Ooooh-hooo, nobody knows it, nobody knows That when I was down (I was your clown) Ooooh-hooo, nobody knows it, nobody knows The life on the side (I gave you my heart) {Ohhhhhhh-hooo, I gave you my heartttttttttttt} [Bridge: Macy Gray (Ol' Dirty Bastard] Don't go, go breaking my heart Don't go... breaking it... (I won't be breaking your heart) Don't go breaking it They're gonna tear us apart, now, baby (Don't wanna tear us apart) Don't go breaking it Don't go... breaking it... don't go... breaking it... (I won't be breaking your heart) Don't go breaking it Don't go... breaking it... don't go... breaking it... (Don't wanna tear us apart) Don't go breaking it [Outro: Macy Gray (Ol' Dirty Bastard] Oooh, oooh (I won't be breaking your heart) There's nobody faster, don't go breaking it (Don't wanna tear us apart) Don't go breaking it Hot Dog on a Stick, ooah-ooah, hahaha (I won't be breaking your heart) Don't go breaking it Ol’ Dirty’s Back[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] What's up? Let's go Let's go, man (Yo, girl, you heard that Dirty shit?) Yo, Snoop Dogg Yo, Dre (Yeah, yeah, yeah, that nigga taking over) Yo, Too $hort, E-40, and The motherfucking Click Enough respect to the West coast Dun, dun, dun Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the fuck down (He taking over, that's his shit) Know what I'm saying? Hear my shit, nigga (Brooklyn Zu, Brooklyn Zu) Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn [Verse 1: 12 O'Clock] Shit is crazy real in the field I watched niggas blood get spilled over five dollar bills And major drug deals on the real Seen a nigga get mills and his bitch get him killed In this American dream to get some cream You're owning a Beam, and your face in magazines 12 O'Clock maintains in the game Bring the Pain, the smokin' method, mane It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames Get a gold record and you change And for the niggas selling cocaine, you're to blame Black people lives ain't the same And that's the tale in my hood Niggas is up to no good You better watch 'em in them hoods [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I always thought living life was easy Go to school, get a job, yo, it couldn't be me (Be me) So instead, I played my bed My momma got fed And now a nigga living with a dread (A dread) My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten Nigga fed me cream, let me whip the Benz (The Benz) Houses all over Texas (Texas) Lightning gold Lexus (Lexus) He had enough respect to dress this (Dress this) Expensive Tim suits Girl wearing fly Gucci boots (Gucci boots) Put me on like pook (Pook) Every morning that I awake Ten G's in my fuckin' face Combination to the safe (Combination to the safe) Son runs our state Carrying coke by the weight (Weight) Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (Weed gate) And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (Dirty) 12 O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty (Dirty) [Interlude: 12 O'Clock & Ol' Dirty Bastard] Fuck all that motherfucking drug selling shit I wanna see some motherfucking lyrics I wanna hear some motherfucking lyrics What up nigga, what? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha I got you, nigga [Verse 3: 12 O'Clock & Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'll rip mics on site, you know the type New jack, this is my city like Wesley Snipes Go fly a kite or somethin', make some muffins I came up bad in the town like Charles Bronson Knobs at your speaker and I'll do you for that reason (No you don't) 12 is no joke, I'll bring wreck through the seasons (No you don't, motherfucker) All the men, killed ten, many more, but just when That joker act, you can save for Jack Nicholson (What?) [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] One, two, and three, through your rap fatigue And the MC world is a minor league What you speak, you swear it's unique Or just a peak physique of an old antique Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze Your whole head is stuck and stiff like Siamese I never liked rhymes that's incomplete Then again, obsolete I shall repeat, there's an easy street For niggas who earned You learned, you sojourned Then you returned As an intelligent, positive messenger Not an experiment negative Lucifer With the jittling gloss of grafted skin Nothing like spring sauce of the true origin Who would score? The wizard of war Caveman best friend was a god damn dinosaur No more jungle-like living from the Blue Lagoon It's not an Animal House, National Lampoon If you understand the what, when, why, how Are you fellas who exempt, or to disallow A fresh MC that will knock you down I get you dizzy, spellbound like a merry-go-round While I'm freaking, shall I expose? You take what they take, on some recompose A fresh MC is totally unique Even the Devil said I'm totally unique Lift Ya Skirt[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Turn it up! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] One nigga, two nigga, three nigga, four One of you niggas is about to get fucked up It's the Ol' Dirt McGirt, live and uncut Live and uncut, ready to bust a nut Like when I first came home, I boned Simone Fucked her so hard, pussy started to groan Seven in the morn', woked up and yawned The bitch scrambled my eggs, she wrote me a song (Sing it!) It's all because of Dirt Dog That the reason I took my skirt off You went away -- now I'm back with (what?) And this is where the bullshit stop Plus these voices in my head, want me to go back Pick up your guns, don't take your Prozac Ritalin, Codelin, Zoloft, cocaine Wu-Tang, nigga, it's the new John Coltrane (hahahaha) [Hook: girl (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Dirt Dog, Dirt Dog, you our man If you can't do it, then no one can (Mr. McGirt, gonna get you dirty Lift up your skirt, I'm gonna get you dirty) Dirt Dog, Dirt Dog, you our man If you can't do it, then no one man (It's the (what) in the house, gonna get you dirty The Wu-Tang Clan gonna get you dirty) [Missy Elliott] I hopped on the scene, spit sixteen bars lean Cross your face like a smear of Mabeline Wet jeans, get rised, ecstatic clean Is it cuz my sex feel like you on morphine They-they think, I'm so much I talk tough, burn your mouth and handcuffs Makin' hits, I'm making paper, cake it up Lookin' haters in the face, like 'nigga what?' Now scream, how many of these muthafuckas respect me Cuz I'm the only chick who freak any beat So pack it up, with that O.D.B Oh, it's a bad bitch... Shame on a nigga, who, who tried, to run game On a nigga, like a gold digger I pull my trigger, I bet my gun bigger Now how ya'll figure, that's how ya die quicker [Ol' Dirty Bastard] A Son, what? what? [Hook] [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Die, drin', die, come on This is strictly for the radio Yo... can't stop... Dirty and Stinkin’[Intro: O.D.B/Violent J/Female] Ya'll know how I get down..Ya know what I'm sayin' (Dirty) Detroit (Dirty) What..Brooklyn..Zoo (Dirty) Yeah..What (Dirty) Insane Clown Posse and O.D.B (I got O.D.B and I got) platinum baby what (I ain't goin' nowhere until I'm Dirty and Stinkin') [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, There's a quarter and it's Dirty and Stinkin' Funkier than Peppy Le Pew so I was thinkin' About (What) droppin' this single on the charts (Yeah) Letting you know hey the kid has heart I never deny myself, it's when you dope But in my last jam, slept on my notes You thought that I was weak, Huh let me speak My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather's feet (Dirty) So listen hear mister don't you ever forget The rhyming Dirty, you couldn't even clean if you commit Or even boring, some try ajax, only mess with the best, 48 tracks (Yo) I get down with the Ason sound Lyrics that be flowin' from miles! around So let the music shut yo' ass up And throw the upper cut that will make you fall onto yo butt [Hook: Female Singer] I wanna get Dirty and I (Dirty) wanna get Stinky And I (Stinky) ain't goin nowhere till I get (Till I) get Dirty and Stinkin' (It's Dirty and It's Stinkin') I got O.D.B. and I got I.C.P And I ain't goin' nowhere until I'm Dirty and Stinkin' (It's Dirty and It's Stinkin') [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] (Dirty) Let me continue, verse number 2 Style is wild dirty stinky like doo doo (Get Dirty) If you hangin' around Hen change yo' mind, It is a bad influence, Yo it's my rhyme I sit down and I say to myself Self, Yo are you rated top joe I drop a single for ya to get a dose of As I lay back like a pillow on the sofa You get paid (Yeah right) Bully, Fly Askin B.G. wha wha wha wha you know me (Dirty) Sweet as a hunny bee, taste like a 40 Tick you like oohhwee Want to drink old english so I speak old english Ya gotta be dirty and stinkin' And if it's not, well I guess I'm not The ASON in my butt , It's Dirty and It's Stinkin' [Hook: Female Singer] I wanna get Dirty and I wanna get Stinky And I ain't goin nowhere till I (Nowhere, Nowhere) get Dirty and Stinkin' (It's Dirty and It's Stinkin') I got O.D.B. and I got I.C.P and I (What) ain't goin' nowhere until I'm (Yeah Yeah) Dirty and Stinkin' [Violent J] O.Deezy. Beezy and I.C.Peezy Together on this track forever [Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope] Sell me, I know my funk be kickin' Turnin' heads like an 8 foot tropical mud chicken They fear these juggalo flows I'm (Dirty) dirty like Osama Bin Laden's toes I got hatchet love, it decayed in the barn Chicken chain saw hard I'm making neighbors uncomfortable (I wanna get Dirty and) and Take me home and it's late Don't worry bout the ring in ya tub It's the clown paint [Verse 4: Violent J] I.C.P. and O.Dizzle wildin Workin' like a fat chicks feet at Kings Island A whole Source 9 mics, I don't care I'm a 10 year vet 5 plaque rat millionaire (Yeah) [Hook: Female Singer] I wanna get Dirty and I wanna get Stinky And I ain't goin nowhere till I get (Till I) get Dirty and Stinkin' (It's Dirty and It's Stinkin') I got O.D.B. and I got I.C.P And I ain't goin' nowhere until I'm Dirty and Stinkin' Oh Oh...Oh..Dirty..Oh...and Stinky.... (I) (I) (Stinky, Stinky)...(It's Dirty and It's Stinkin') Oh Damica (What I) I.C.P O.D.B (Dirty) (Dirty) (Dirty) (Dirty) Drug Free (Remix)[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Kids, don't get high Mothafuckas had me up in this mothafucka, last night and shit I'm cocained the fuck up Paranoid as a motha.. yo I'm paranoid as a fucka Yeah, fuck that.. yo I fuck around and shit I sprained both of my fuckin' fingers This shit.. man a nigga need to get.. I'm tired of gettin' high like that Ain't nobody came in my mothafuckin' school with no mothafuckin' drugs Stop fuckin' wit me niggas, stop fuckin' wit me Nigga, that shits all in my family, nigga Stop fuckin' wit me, the fuck is you talkin' bout? On the strength, what the fuck is you talkin' bout? We've been here too many years to stop fuckin' wit me Nigga I'm scared of the trigga While I'm the life giver and the life taker I'm your father-in-law, married to mother-in-law Got the universe movin' in the form of the sea-saw You killed 2Pac and Biggie, you know they was rollin' wit me You paid for your stupidity You can't do nothin' to me! I let your fuckin' eagle fly free Nigga, I'm pioneerin' all the sound ya hearin' Earth from steerin', high mountaineerin' I sincerely fuck you up severly by the yearly Keep the sky clearly I'm straight from the seventies Mockneck colors wit ya bitch ass disappearance Give me clearance, I don't want no fuckin' interference! I'm the Big Black Jesus! Throw ya hands in the air! And wave 'em, fuckin' Wu don't care! And if ya +'Bout It, 'Bout It+ Like we're +'Bout It, 'Bout It+, let me hear ya say, "Oh yeah!" Oh yeah! Well, oh yeah! I smoke woolers too, I majored the dust Uh, it's legal for me I drink everything, I don't give a fuck It's part of the universe Hey, what else I do? I do what I do Man, fuck that! I stays high! I don't give a fuck! [Trigg'nomm] Yo yo yo I don't stop at the booze, no not, can't drop the tool So no to C.Rules and go to these schools Now who thinkin' elementary, class I be see no to ecstacy and hash Headed to the penitentiary one way Blackin' out sippin', dust plus gun play Knucklehead nigga in a stolen Hyundai Sip this two, a one-to-three on Monday If I'd have stayed in school and said no to drugs I'd probably just be what my moms thought I was I probably wouldn't be here pleadin' with the judge And bitchin', it's silly, hope the God forgive it [Ol' Dirty Bastard] (Yeah) Kids, don't use drugs! (What what what what? M.M.O!) Durg Free! Drug Free! Drug Free! Durg Free! Drug Free! Drug Free! Drug Free! Drug Free! {*beat cuts off*} Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun Dunh, do-do-do-duh-duh-duh Dun-dun-dun Maybe I was a fool, dun-do-na-na-na When you say gettin' high wasn't cool, do-na-na-na When I got used to this stuff, dun-duh-na-na-na {*snorting*} Wasn't enough.. {*beat comes back in*} Drug Free! Drug Free! Drug Free! [Itchy-Fingas Sha] Eh-yo, we worldwide, Drug Free but we all hide Pumpin' adrenaline through all sides Most guys need coke to cope, the only smoke I choke Is when I burn niggas verse for verse My drug caper, stoppin' ya heart just like a pacemaker We hold weight so we cross trainers And headbangers with these black Rangers Feds tryin' to contain us Cuz we live dangerous, drug paraphanelias My life changes, switch up frames in different angles Crack'll leave ya dead or with shackles on ya ankles Loves and thank yous, but it's a privelage for me Givin' 'em Drug Free style, M.M.O., O.D.B [Outro: M.M.O.] Baby.. Baby Jesus, Baby Jesus Deadly Venoms - Chameleon, Poison, Scorpion, Viper Chameleon, Poison, Scorpion, Viper Dogged Out[Intro: Too $hort (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Bitch you knew I was a dog when you met me How you gonna get mad at me now? Cause I got bitches.. everywhere Bitch I'm a player, y'know (Y'know, killa, y'know'I'msayin' I said shit, I said, that's dat monster dog shit, y'know'I'msayin' This is all dedicated to all you hoes) And bitches [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH The Ol' Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight (beitch) It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight Hoeeeeee! (bitch fucky) Stinkin ass ho! You're the type of bitch don't appreciate shit Never had shit, so you won't be shit That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair On my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me doooooown (beitch) And Doo Doo Brown! (beitch) Hehahahaha Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones In the backyard, of someone else's house Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out Here comes Rover, sniffin' at your ass Pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass That means ho, you been shit-ted on! I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones In the backyard, of someone else's house Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones In the backyard, of someone else's house Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out [Verse 2: Big Syke] Right behind my pitbull, full grown That wanna make the cat moan all night long Puppy don't take me wrong, but it's on Be monkeys up, so call me king kong Get gone with the thong, crew comin' through Big Syke daddy with the Brooklyn Zu You know what to do, freaky sucky sucky Won't you show the crew how you play wit' the monkey Let him see you don't fake it, and you can take it It's only the bigger bone, gotta make it Baby shake it in the worst way, OK Up in you in the parle My forte is a freakyness, look at this I don't kiss anythin' that I don't miss, runnin' sense To get licked from the nuts to the crack of my butt I'm a dog, so what, but you still give it up, Wu/woof [Hook] Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones In the backyard, of someone else's house Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out Callin' me a dog, well leave a dogged alone Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones In the backyard, of someone else's house Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out [Verse 3: Too $hort] Beitch, this is what I tell these hoes Don't sweat it baby, you'll never be my lady Take this bone, straight to the dome And get on (get on), cause I don't wanna talk Shut the fuck up if you done wanna walk We on the same page? I thought so You know them big dogs hit you wit' their paw ho Big pimp (pimpin') jump the fence Hoppin' all night it don't make no sense (na na) From New York to Cali', whylin' (wild) I got the bitch in the alley howlin' (beitch) And she don't wanna go nowhere She got love for a player she don't know no better That's why I tell her (tell her) I'd be wid you forever if I could find time to put you In my schedule (beitch) Beitch, $hort Dog in the house [Hook] Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones In the backyard, of someone else's house Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones In the backyard, of someone else's house Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] She flew in like calm breeze Tall brown skin, her weave like palm trees I went coconuts Dipped my dunkin' between your Donut Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch! Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup Don't invite me I tear the fuck down White boys cut my toupee! Seventh day raster, or scream play I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin' to bust ass Bullet him, get him fast Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash The dog piss on MC's like trees Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese [Hook] Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones In the backyard, of someone else's house Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones In the backyard, of someone else's house Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out Dirty Run[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Hold on tight and don't let go Baby, I'm about to explode... [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] It's Dirty Run, when you see me coming high Nine times out of ten, don't wonder how It's Dirty Run, it's Dirty Run, no more vacancies I'm a minute from feeling no sympathy When you see me coming high It's nine times out of ten, you will wonder how It's Dirty Run, it's Dirty Run -- "Run" -- I'm a minute from feeling no sympathy [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Bitches be actin' like they so damn fine That's why I fuck 'em at the drop of a dime Needle dick niggas, go fuck a needle Before I squash a John Lennon, like a Beetle Dirt McGirt, Mr. McGirt to the hoes Stinkin' rich, cover your mouth and your nose Man of my codes, it's old man, dig it? Sometimes rockin' went, and Dirty might kick it Damn, your takers, that's the type to flight To get any more suck, how niggas dick through a flint Big pimp, watch the fur drag A hundred lick, hundred lick, hundred lick fabulous Bring it like a bus full of travelers Turn it up so the cops will get mad at us Swear to God, we're the trouble, you imagine us Cuz the news only exploit the bad in us When, turn it down a little Cuz the ground is startin' to crack a little [Hook] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Diamond, baby, name the time and place When your legs get tired, you can sit on my face And touch me, tease me, feel me, caress me Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode.. Take that bitch for bite, my name Dirt Dog not cake with ice, bitch Fuck bitin', when there's so much pussy If you ain't into ass, then pimp 'em for the cash Come quick, turn the camera on So whose that rippin' off your mama's thong? Dirty, creep out your back door, nigga With my shoes untied, zippin' up my zipper [Hook] Proteck Ya Neck II The Zoo[Ol Dirty Bastard] See let a nigga come through with that bullshit Anytime you pop that shit nigga I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy I know, it'll come to what? Say what? Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know See them knows that this is something you can't fuck Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan Always You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker! Where you reside... motherfucker! How you live? How you seeeeeeee... Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaaow!! [Buddah Monk - Brooklyn Zu] Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening Ignite my styles I got my hand pon the trigger Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga [Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man] Yo, straight actin live about them hellfires A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate water Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the mission Travel like the speed of wind Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many man Serving justice in my vicinity [Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu] (This is, Brooklyn, Zu!!) Za-za-za, za-za-za Zuh-za-zah, z-zz-zz-z-z-zz-zz-z-dah-duh-dnn-duh [Murdoc - Brooklyn Zu] I get down I get down I crack your fuckin crown Lay around and watch some real niggas break ground I can't shop cuz every bro blowin up the spot Hit rocks and niggas know [Killah Priest - Sunz of Man] Yo! Niggas grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion Nervous, that's why the Zoo brought me in Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts Before the case begin, first break me in His brain! And make sure he can't maintain the calmness Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this Stage like, mail, pre hands that be the move Now your Posse is your fuckin Platoon Stale cells, just flows through the air I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairs Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist With the cleverest rhyme Erupt to deduct your fuckin mind [12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu] Fuck shit up on the hurry-up Known for burying ducks through more styles than a monk Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump Never fall victim to no bitch Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp And score more points than Shawn Kemp Keepin powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!! Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut (Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a...) [Shorty Shit Stain - Brooklyn Zu] Got more props than the President My hardcore represent, blowin niggas back who never had this Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped The shit I'm kickin, send it to your MOMS for Christmas And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant Cuz niggas rap styles just down is aspired You shoulda stayed HOME instead of picking up a microphone But if you wanna run on up, like you TOUGH I call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore Stuff, I shine like twenty-four carat [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Roll and stroll with the party scene Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and Test my skill niggas, you're trippin Drugged up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith Start to flip, slip, cuz you're slippin While you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen As I, jump on stage, flip rip a show Strip and rip a hoe, wayyy like Bo Jackson while I'm still taxin maxin Relaxin sittin back sellin good tracks and Again and again when I rock the jam WANNA SEE EM UP IN THE AIR! Throw up your hand Introducin, one-man band in town It's wild, with the style couldn't stand nigga When the jump, stepped, to the center Of the rhyme inventor, MC's come at the You get dap slapped, across the MC map Your ass that's your ass, on a whore shot Come on through I black and blue your whole crew Then I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Fooey Ol Dirty Bastard, MC killer Money maker, Brooklyn, challenger That I lay down like towel Then I get higher!! [60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man] Here comes the illlll, type ruffer Style be untouched I'm leavin broken down grammars on the pen Who who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anus Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill 60 Second, nucleus, attack on your set Hit you with the blast (yo close the door) Shabazz!! *gun blast* Brooklyn Zoo II (Tiger Crane)Intro: One two, one two -- you taping this? All types of shit yo let that shit ride Word to mother, turn up the microphone! Get all that good shit, get all that good shit (one two, one two) One two, one two, one two... one two Now niggas know Ssssshhhit, yo yo check this out, check this joint This is strictly for the radio, yo I just want all y'all to know The reason why I curse is because my momma and my daddy They grew up cursin So please respect my style, please! Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u Ohh, sssshit, nahh I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole stamina Here comes the medical examinuh One verse then you out for the count Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount Ya yo, I'm sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH Here comes the medical examiNUH One verse then you're out for the count Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount Wake you up and then I ask you How do you intend this -- Competition to get an asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH! You shouldn't bother this Leave me alone like a son he'll be fatherless! I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco And MC's start to vanish I rolled up on a jet black kid the nigga started speakin spanish Yo! You wasn't from Panama I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said "suntanima"! He responded so fast, you made me laugh Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his ass! Kick the hundred strongest rhymes Then I brought out the punk in him Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms Told HIM! Enter the Wu-Tang! Witness the Shaolin slang, that crush any shit you bring I watch your ass take a big fall, why?! My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball And as you step up to bat man, I play the Riddler You try to do me for my nigga I'll change to Hitler I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin ass stayed Home and play Yahtzee! Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Potsie With Ralph, and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi (Yo Unique, yo kid Check this shit out! Yo, yo) Verse Two: Ghostface Killer Ninety-five niggas is wasted Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted Foamin out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease It's not magic, gaming is the gadget World classic big national high attracts dear graphics Lampin in my own zone, my physical show Inhale bones Tony Stark, for the diamond in Rome He's convincin, labelled one man rap convention The nigga that'll gun down, eighty frenchmen Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual I plant crimes inside vocals My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin dream Shuttle, and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my nigga (sample of Stamina) (sample of Baby C'mon) (sample of Brooklyn Zoo) (sample of Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie) (sample of The Stomp) Shame on you when you step through to Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on you when you step through to Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! What?!! My nuh Shame on you when you step through to The Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to THe Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo To the West coast! To the East coast To the North coast To the South When you take North, East, West, South Put it all together and it spell NEWS! Then you got the ol rhythm, bastard blues And ya don't stop So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker! (live concert) Pussy Keep Calling[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] You want this Dirty long, you want this shit You want it, you need it You want this Dirty long, you want this shit You want it, you need it...... [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Don't need muscle, cuz Barry got a gun Nighttime, still blaze like sun Book the residence, worry bout none Chillin' with believer, drinkin' zero proof rum Darker is better, cuz the dick's well done Be a good girl, let you taste what I'm from Baby, I'm the man, with the frame: well hung Cuz a squirrel, is a squirrel til a squirrel get a nut Get a butt, like an ashtray, point it out, I eat her Til the 6, been callin', sayin, "nah, I don't wanna meet her" In the ass, to some Pendergrass, after smokin' grass Fuck her fast like a rabbit, I'm a sex fiend addict I'm a sex fiend addict, I'm a sex fiend addict [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard (sample) {Black Keith}] You want this good looking muthafucka Cuz I'm a good looking muthafucka, girl You want this Dirty long, you want this shit You want it, you need it.. (It's so doggone good, it's so doggone good It's so doggone good, it's so doggone good) 2X {Keep calling me...} {Pussy keep calling me} [Ol' Dirty Bastard] If she's layin' in my sheets, she's the freek of the week Seen it all, done it all, lick my balls with her tongue Got my toes curled up, like I'm sayin' right on If you wanna ride home, let me call you a cab Cuz the next bitch coming, might be coming in the cab Like licking, you can chill, if you ain't, you can escape Cuz the friend's coming with her, and she can participate After Mardi Gras, I meet 'em in titty bars Take 'em home, and bend 'em, and fill 'em with Dirty long Cock strong dick diesel, when I stand like an easel Come sit on Mini Me, and put a smile on Dr. Evil Got some sunshine, leavin' my girl behind The kind of pussy that start up a conga line Pussy callin', I be pickin' it up Pussy robber, I be stickin' it up When I leave the ringer off, I be missin' a nut I be missin' a nut, I be missin' a nut [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (sample) {Black Keith}] Yo, you get your friends, and I'mma get my friends And we gonna smoke some shit, and we gonna do this shit You know what I'm sayin', we gonna go wild like animals and run loose in this Muthafucka (It's so doggone good, it's so doggone good It's so doggone good, it's so doggone good) 2X {Keep calling me...} Yeah, you like it when I go deep, baby, it's that Dirty long baby Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, come all in that pussy {Pussy keep calling me} Aiyo, hold on, hold on for a second {pussy keep calling me} (I wanna keep on, checkin' on you, yeah.... I got to know everything you do Cuz you're lovely, love that you that, hey hey hey, you so doggone good) Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Studio Ton Remix)* - clean version is the only version that exists Intro: Oooh baby I like it raw Yeah baby I like it rawww (with your MC at the epicenter) Oooh baby I like it raw (sup boo? sup? sup baby?) Yeah baby I like it rawww Oooh baby I like it raw (it's E-40 man) Yeah baby I like it rawww (sup baby?) Oooh baby I like it raw (I see y'all, I see you whassup y'all) Yeah baby I like it raww (sup?? SUP???) Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yeah shimmy yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah from the home of the Dodger, Brooklyn squad WU-TANG! Killa beez on the swarm Reign on your college-aXX disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go the one killa bee and he ain't for the kill Verse One: MC Eiht I'm givin you that funky funky aXX-sXXX (That sXXX) that you gotsa ta fXXX wit So stand back cause I don't hope my funk Threw a bunk on your silly billy aXX and you too soft I'm givin that brain a little tickle I'm thicker than a buXX-lickin indo popsicle (popsicle) Fool you know I'm too cold I leave that ass hangin, hangin like a bXXXX on hold Can suck my DING, you bring like static I shoots like a fXXXXn automatic (automatic) Classy ------- I'm in em I'm deadly like a m---------n snake's, venom So it's on bad cuz these zaggin come around your block And we strapped with the Mac And you get served like a clucker E four oh and the Eiht, down with that dirty moXXXXXXer Geyeah Interlude: [backwards verse] The nigga that discovered electricity Yo gimee some of that Hurricane SO! Verse Two: E-40, Ol Dirty Cookin y'all on the burner inside a Rolex Clocked, to a fat ass nXXXa clad in black, honk! Might act my color but now E four oh ain't no dummy though Might not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money hoe NXXXa this game ain't wrinkled, hoe I don't need no starsight To serious aXX nXXXa twenty-first of March Time's up in this b---h right, East West whoride BXXXXes don't understand my isht that we be servin Uhhhh, I'm from the Bed-Stuy, now do or die I got somethin for your a-- now I'm passin lye See E-40 Click roll thick like a hoe drippin ---- The A-von, tish Chorus: Oooh baby I like it raw Yeah baby I like it rawww Oooh baby I like it raw Yeah baby I like it rawww Oooh baby I like it raw Yeah baby I like it rawww Oooh baby I like it raw Yeah baby I like it rawww Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard Most MC's get all too hyped From the tent we'll rhyme and take you out with a tank It's not MC just an MC bee Weak on your words you never thought of by freein Positive thoughts that I let come out Ask the God A-SON I know what it's about On the mic I'm a leader, school I was a reader When it come to f----n I'm a strong good breeder MC max and we worn out wax Collect the cash money, without ever being taxed And then I, got your attention I'd like to mention, DON'T BATTLE ME at any rap convention Yo I'd like to give a shout out To all you live zaggin out there And also like to give a shout out To all you punk ------ out there I wanna give a shout out To all the true black women, because I love you And I also wanna give a shout out To them fake a-- b----s out there YaknowhatI'msayin? Welcome Home[Intro: Nicole Ray (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Dirt Dog, Nicole Ray Welcome home, you Dirty mutha-- Wu!!! (2003, Brooklyn) [Hook: Nicole Ray] Uh oh, Dirt Dog Uh oh, Dirt Dog Uh oh, Dirt Dog (dirt dog) Uh oh (dirt dog), Dirt Dog It's been so long (been so long) Since you've been gone (you've been gone) So bring my body some heat (body some heat) To move slow to this beat (yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Dirt, the ol' shit, let me put my hands up your skirt Been to you since I flirt, bet your knees get hurt See your titties through your shirt, may I feel like Kurt In bed, I put in work, I got a dick I'll squirt I'm totally psyched, that this party all night When I play the shelf, I'm fuckin' bitches, that ain't my hype I got ass in my sight, girl, would you now blowin' the pipe Jewelry, I wear, bite, I like that pussy tight! Find my drugs in the street, stink assholes in seats Holla at me, tweet, tweet, that's where the fucked up feet Banana livin' bitches, fast it itches Unwire Gucci stitches, get grain to riches [Hook: Nicole Ray] Uh oh, Dirt Dog Uh oh, Dirt Dog (Get off the jock!) Uh oh, Dirt Dog Uh oh, Dirt Dog [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Met this bitch, pussy switch I'm a dog, I itch, monkey, I'm rich Settled in Brooklyn, only let crooks in Ghetto black pussy, yeah, I fit in Nigga, I'm most in, party's I'm hostin' My note to cokes in, do the front row sting Put your hot temperature, your pussy sent ya Over here, I pimp ya, white and black I blend ya Dick up like a roaster, you be like whose the My music will lose ya, you miniature I got this microphone, pulled back and cocked And all sperm cells get off the jock! [Hook: Nicole Ray] Uh oh, Dirt Dog Uh oh, Dirt Dog (Get off the jock!) Uh oh, Dirt Dog Uh oh, Dirt Dog (Yeah) It's been so long (been so long) Since you've been gone (you've been gone) So bring my body some heat (body some heat) To move slow to this beat yeah, yeah [Bridge: Nicole Ray] Baby can you play my song (got song) We be dancin' all night long (all night long) Feelin' sexy and so free Music takin' over me [Hook & Bridge to the end] Uh oh, Dirt Dog Uh oh, Dirt Dog Uh oh, Dirt Dog Uh oh, Dirt Dog Baby can you play my song We be dancin' all night long Feelin' sexy and so free Music takin' over me Uh oh, Dirt Dog Uh oh, Dirt Dog Uh oh, Dirt Dog Uh oh, Dirt Dog Baby can you play my song We be dancin' all night long Feelin' sexy and so free Music takin' over me Uh oh, Dirt Dog Uh oh, Dirt Dog [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Hot for you, comin' soon Dirt McGirt.. Reunited[Intro] What what what what what what You know when the time it is motherfucker [Hook] Reunited cause it feels so good Reunited cause we're understood There's one perfect thing And children this one is it We both we're so excited cause We're reunited, hey! hey! [Verse 1] I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor Cas-ual dresser, you may dress fresher The way that I speak this shit is energetic My physique of meat is quite athletic Remove all MC's who disapprove That my funky rhyme article always have the groove You're jealous over me nigga, you're not a competitor You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor Tryin' to rock the mic when you get an appetite All negative on the mic, I dislike Try to rock the mic but only will reduce Try to get loose, you juice as a youth Not knowin' to yourself that you shall be frozen I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen To rock and shock beats, polite when I recite Sulfur emcees, you are down right, out right Tryna be talkative, there's no alternative Hide until I forgive, this motive I am unique with the perfected physique The objective of my rhyme is my own technique [Hook] Reunited cause it feels so good Reunited cause we're understood There's one perfect thing And children this one is it We both we're so excited cause We're reunited, hey! hey! [Verse 2] I maintain the paradise on this Earth With the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth Watch a nigga catch a purse Super-hero niggas die Do my dirt, get away and multiply You bitches, ya nice guys Always want bitch, because ya need my bit I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show Cause nobody can't fuck with me! Earl!!, from ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground The best kept secret, how does it feel to be Boxin' in like a skeleton, growin' back ya skin? oaaaaaaaw! I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie Bicthes, you're walkin' on my dirt We ain't sayin nuthin' I'm in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert [Hook] Reunited cause it feels so good Reunited cause we're understood There's one perfect thing And children this one is it We both we're so excited cause We're reunited, hey! hey! [Outro + Hook] Yo, I wanna tay give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan We holdin' it down. YouknowI'msayin? And I also wanna show mad love to Puffy cause you holdin' it down Master P, you holdin' it down KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin' it down Give Snoop my love, E-40 MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond This is family, I don't give a fuck! Straight up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga! Y'all niggas know how the fuck I get down! KnowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit! KnowImean? I love y'all niggas! Motherfucker, my stomach hurts! Bitch, I got to go! Reunited cause it feels so good Reunited cause we're understood There's one perfect thing And children this one is it We both we're so excited cause We're reunited, hey! hey! Don’t U Know Part II (short version)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, turn— drop the, drop the drums (Yeah) Drop the drums, yeah I know all the time (Step— Step up to the mic, boo) It be hard to use a Trojan (Yeah, let me hear you) 'Cause your shit can't br— (Sex is something that everybody needs) I know all the time, fellas It's hard to use a Trojan 'cause your shit can't breathe (Everybody wants, everybody loves) It's all closed in, nah (Sex is something that everybody needs) Put the beat on, put the beat on (Everybody wants, everybody loves) [Chorus: Shorty Shit Stain] Sex is something that everybody needs (If you want it, baby) Everybody wants, everybody loves (If you want it, babe) Sex is something that everybody needs Everybody— You better use a Trojan [Verse: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I know all the time fellas, be hard to use a Trojan 'Cause your shit can't breathe, it feel all closed in You wanna slip it off, ooh, baby, I like it raw But why I wanna hurt myself for? I was walking down my block, said my block Munroe Said peace to this girl, girl said, "Hello" Well, Hell is low and the lowest you can go Is thirty-two degrees below zero So I started to rain on this young bitch brain Causin' her a great relief of physical pain She said, "Tit for tat, step off the bra strap No diamonds, no gold, I can never get a rap" I said, "So what?" as I grabbed her butt Bitch smiled for a while, but her mouth kept shut Bitch eighteen years old, just birthed a child Young in the brain though her thoughts are wild On welfare, but she don't care Says FTF is always there FTF means face-to-face Main headquarters of your local place Where you collect your monthly pay To support bad habits, use, abuse everyday There has never been a girl in my entire life My girl, my next ex or my wife And never been one who tried to disrespect I'm speakin' 'bout the member of the opposite sex There's somethin' that I gotta let out But I don't want to be known as Ralph the Blabbermouth Quiet as kept, she thought I was soft But all I wanted to do was knock her boots off Just from obtaining the common sense You can tell that the girl seemin' rather quite dense Other than dense, she played slightly bold But from the statement I made, she could not uphold herself She broke down and she started to cry, she said "Oh, I don't believe this guy" What? What you gonna do? May I diss her? Yes, you may That girl's a slut with a hole in her butt Who used to be a meaty-bone puppy child, little mutt Came to my house smellin' like trout I said, "Doggie, doggie, doggie, get out" She did my head, I mean the big, bad vicious Dirt McGirt, deep, dark and delicious She's a doo-doo buh, alcoholic nuh And her ass is tighter than a pair of vice grips Speaking of a tuh I won't kiss, because they don't give milk Thems kick piss, yeah Let me tell you about the rash from the neck It's enough to put the ring around the collar in check She's nothin' but a buh other known as a wuh With an irritating itch from trying to switch Strung out ass foggin' up glass Tell all the nuh that the bitch first class Smoke a bag of hash with the money she stash But she had to play the corner just to make that cash Pulled down her panties and scratched that rash Then rubbed 'em with that a-pimp had slashed Tried to get saved at the tabernacle prayer But the only thing holy was her shitty underwear I will change a style, always I will fix But you can not teach an old bag— [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, I ain't got to say no more, son Yo, word to God, man Only thing I'm saying, man, is use a Trojan Know what I'm sayin'? For real, man 'Cause it's on, man You know what I'm sayin'? I had to learn that, know what I'm sayin'? The hard way Dirty The Moocher[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Ladies and gentlemen introducing Cab Calloway Featuring the Dirt Dog First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack The heat is on, I'm about to blow up the spot All I wanna see is fire cause I'm makin shit hot Like the blow between Glocks, mad niggas I shot Give a fuck on a cop, conversate with a lock Down at the chop-chop, 600th and Rock Crazy as a fox tryin to rob Fort Knox The DeNiro-Al Pachino war Tryin to score mad dough like a million or more For the illegal war that's all I saw It's all about that knot in ya I'm alone, I roll with 6 niggas with stones Every hour tap my phone with embezzlement stones Get a loan from the stocks because of my pops Fifty bills in the pocks, Wu-Gambino got props [Cab Calloway] But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi) Hoooooooooooooooooooooo (Hoooooooooooooooooooooo) He-de-he-de-he-de-he (He-de-he-de-he-de-he) Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy (Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Elevator scheme with the scheme to catch CREAM Some diamond rings, jewels all types of priceless things Just in case you don't make it to the safe Don't talk to Jakes or your whole shit be laced Got a bomb bout ready to blow up shit The White House nuh be quiet as a mouse My job is hundred proof, better know the scoop Got niggas undergrounds, in your walls, in your roofs About made zoo, 6-6-6-6-2 Cause I'm goin all out with the supplies of Balu I'm unstoppable, my six man team is unstoppable Stickin my middle fuckin finger at you Livin in America's fuckin fucked up When I was young some say I had no sense I rhymed all day until my throat got tense And bought em by the cage from my lungs to my knees In the winter I cough, all summer I sneeze Ah-choo! Then I was sore, there was only one cure Original rhymes wholesome in thought Democratics are debatin wanna be the imitatin But the knowledge that I'm givin positively stimulatin I acknowledge any MC in a South Bronx town South Proof Projects, did they really go down Shit, I remember when I was 12 years old I didn't know about frontin or playin a role I thought I was slick, I fell harder than bricks With my best lyrics and my uptown ticks Prince start jackin in my baseball cap I'm tellin many chit-chats step off my jockstrap Approach this party other known as a jam Lookin for my cousin Bam-Bam Sleepingham From front to back the jam was packed Over there some dance, over there I just macked I looked around then I started to walk Heard an older woman's voice and a silly slang talk The kid was nice for payin the price And give weak MCs beneficial advice Yes, beneficial meaning good for more Frontin cause with the mamas would have loved to explore Studied MC and changed lyrics around Before I became a member of the lost and sound My words I strung, I bettered my voice Rollin over people known to be top choice Ch-ch - BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW Hoodlum Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi) Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho (Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho) He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee (He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee) Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo (Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo Come On (Clap)[Hook 2X: Swizz Beatz] Ol' Dirty make the girls say Come on, clap, come on, clap, come on, clap Come on, everybody, come on, clap Come on, yo [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane No it's Dirt McGirt, ain't a damn thing changed Just put spinners on a brand new Range When I walk up in the party everything seem strange Oooh, must be that Roc-A-Fella chain I mixed it up, with that Wu-Tang slang That college girl over there, she give good brain When I pull out my gun, it goes chitty bang bang I love 'em fat bitches cuz they titty hang hang When I'm trying to get some food stamps, to buy some champagne When you in the senior cars, gonna make you switch lanes Blame it on the muthafucking game [Hook 2X] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Now, come, get some, you little bum I'm Dirt McGirt, still living in the slums Yeah, that's where I'm from And I got enough liquor, you can all get some The Swizz Beatz drum, bang through your speaker I don't want no bud, cuz that ain't no good reefer Forget from the Dirt, though, I'm the grim reaper And I might hit it once and pass to my man Peter Adios see ya, would hate to be ya Your man talk shit, I'mma put him in the sleeper So get down, get down, like James Brown Roc-A-Fella money got me feeling lot better now [Hook 2X] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Oooh, love it when you shake it to the ground You serve in town, ODB comes around Blaow, listen to my drunken style Got enough Chambers, I can hit it going wild Rims on my truck is bigger than a cow Chpaow! Jewellery cost more than your house If you cooking in your kitchen, get the fuck out Make them scream and shout "McGirt, get in the house" Dude gonna air it, I'm barricade, pull it out If I ain't got my gun, I hit you with the Guinness Stoute I'm back, buzzed, hit you with a different route Peace Mariah, for getting a nigga the fuck out [Hook 2X] Drunken Master Yo MTV rapsDrunk as can be I am the drunken master style You see nobody can ever touch me Nobody can ever feel me Nobody can ever say that he loves me or she loves me She is a blessing on this earth nigga like the sun. raw You see sometimes when the lyrics gotta come out Make the ladies want scream and shout Thoughts be amazed handcuts is played Never wore other ? Stormbrainiac To the holy ghost taxism dusting ya Call me your neighborhood ghostbusta Obviously you know my name by now Throw stupid parties all through your town unique or live or selected Panic will erupt you'll be infected I break mc's down into syllables Hold it back till ya rhymes one syllable ? I Wanna Fuck[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, I got love for you girls All my Sweet Sugar Pies This is dedicated to you [Verse 1: Royal Flush] Hey baby what's your name? Look at your whole frame Compliment me on my chain, she bling it so I did the same Where we goin' from here? Lets smoke and drink in Belvedere Askin' me about my peers, where I been for all these years Starin' at my car yeah, notice money round here Please baby show your speed, nuff talk about me Where you work? What's your hobby? Married, or got kids to some bonnie Famous for karate What's your number, call you probably Waited for a week ot two, didn't see what we gon' do Came through, new car XL on them 22's Knock and marry, straight to her I wanna hit it badly Then she startin' barkin', said "first we gotta get married" I hate this bitch, all I wanna do is hit the nappy Gassed her head up, tell her anything tha make her happy Straight to the hotel, she suck dick and fuck well Asked me for my house number, I gave her Ol' Dirty's cell [Hook] When I'm sippin' on the henny, make me wanna fuck Wanna fuck, wanna fuck When I'm thinkin' of them bitches I don't fall in Love, fall in love, fall in love All I ever do is get high and fuck, bust some nut, bust some nut ODB and Royal Flush don't give a fuck, bitches what? [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] If a girl is a slut, with a hole in her butt Who used to be a meaty-bone puppy cow little mutt Came to my house smellin' like trout I said, "Doggie doggie get the fuck out!!" Let me tell you about the rash from the neck It's enough to put the ring around the collar in check She's nothin' but a bitch other known as a witch With an irritating itch from trying to switch Strung out ass, foggin' up glass Tellin' all the niggas tell that the bitch first class Smoke a bag of hash from all the shit she stashed First she had to play the collar just to made that cash Pull down her panties then scratch that rat Tear up the whiff, that appear [?] Tryna get slayed, got the Tabernacle Prayer The only thing holy was her shitty underwear [Hook] When I'm sippin' on the henny, make me wanna fuck Wanna fuck, wanna fuck When I'm thinkin' of them bitches I don't fall in Love, fall in love, fall in love All I ever do is get high and fuck, bust some nut, bust some nut ODB and Royal Flush don't give a fuck, bitches what? [Verse 3: Royal Flush] Head anytime I want it, C-O 600 World my state stuttin', girls come in diamond dozen Fuck hard, niece and cousins, doin' what your niggas wouldn't Fattin' like the white guttin', 85 I put my foot in Buck Scotties still pimpin', stay puttin' long dick in White pussy our commission, hit it while you when out fishin' Dog I be fuckin' bitches, while you be duckin' stitches And don't think cause I'm a mack I won't buck at bitches Mad cause my chain is bigger, rims look a little thicker Lifetstyle's alot richer, you actin' like low hitchin' Get a heater on my strippers, maybe y'all gon' hit it No rhymin', dance in a minute Cause everybody that I popped tonight at least had 3 E's in it.. 3 E's in it [Hook] When I'm sippin' on the henny, make me wanna fuck Wanna fuck, wanna fuck When I'm thinkin' of them bitches I don't fall in Love, fall in love, fall in love All I ever do is get high and fuck, bust some nut, bust some nut ODB and Royal Flush don't give a fuck, bitches what? When I'm sippin' on the henny, make me wanna fuck Wanna fuck, wanna fuck When I'm thinkin' of them bitches I don't fall in Love, fall in love, fall in love All I ever do is get high and fuck, bust some nut, bust some nut ODB and Royal Flush don't give a fuck, bitches what? Brooklyn Zoo (Clean LP Version)[Intro] Why'd you won't let me love you? Yeah Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Party people all around the town It's the ODB kid Once again coming through your area And I'm going to tell you one time You gon' love this [Verse 1] I'm the one-man army, Ason I never been tooken out, I keep MCs looking out I drop science like girls be dropping babies Enough to make a (nuh) go crazy In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines Cuz you thought you were better than Ason, I keep planets in orbit While I be coming with deeper and more sh** Enough to make you break and shake your *** As I create rhymes good as a Tastykake makes This style, I'm mastered in (nuh) catching headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol (What?) 'round, get sprayed with Lysol In your face like a can of mace, baby Is it burning? Well see? now you're learning How I don't even like your profile It's like BLAOW! CH-CH-CH-CH, MAD STYLES! Last seen and heard, no-one knows You forget: (nuh) be quiet as kept Now you know nothing Before you knew a whole bloodclot lot You don't wanna get shot A lot of MCs came to my showdown And watched me put you loooooooooooow down As you can go, below zero Without a doubt I never been tooken out By a (nuh), who couldn't figure Yo by a (nuh), who couldn't figure Yo by a (nuh), who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo) How to pull a gun trigger "GET OUTTA HERE!" (Nuh) wanna get too close, to the utmost But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host Introducing - yo **** **** *****'* name My Hip Hop drops on your head like rain And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MCs I'll be burning, burning hot Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target (Nuh) get up, act like a pig trying to hog sh** So I take yo *** out quick The mics, I've had it my *****, you can suck my **** If you wanna step to my mother******* rep CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death You got shot cause you knock knock knock "Who's there?" Another mother******* hardrock Slacking on your macking cause raw's what you lack You wanna react? Bring it on back [Hook] Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo! Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo! WHAT? Shame on you, shame Shame on you, when you step through to Shame on you, when you step through to Shame on you, when you step through to Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo! WHAT? Dirty & Stinkin’ (Remix)[scratched up samples] "I said if you could just" - Ol' Dirty Bastard "First things first, man" - Ol' Dirty Bastard "The rap assasinator" - Raekwon "Dirty Bastard" - Method Man [Ol' Dirty Bastard] This recordin is dirty and it's stinkin Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinkin, about Droppin this single on the charts, lettin ya know Hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being Dope, but in my last jam, niggas slept on my notes You thought that I was weak? Huh? Let me speak My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet So listen mister, don't you ever forget The rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it With Comet, for even Wolrex, some tried Ajax Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds Lyrics that be flowin from miles around So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut Now I make ya fall to ya butt [Chorus: samples scratched] "Watch out for..." - Prodigy "The Ol' Dirty Bastard" - Ol' Dirty Bastard "The O.D.B.!" - Ol' Dirty Bastard "First things first, man" - Ol' Dirty Bastard "Watch out for..." - Prodigy "The rap assassinator" - Raekwon "Dirty Bastard" - Method Man "I said if you could just" - Ol' Dirty Bastard "Go back" - Ol' Dirty Bastard "The O.D.B." - Ol' Dirty Bastard "First things first, man" - Ol' Dirty Bastard "Watch out for..." - Prodigy "The rap assassinator" - Raekwon "Dirty Bastard" - Method Man [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, let me continue, verse number two Style is wild, dirty and stinkin like doo-doo If ya hangin around, ya changed ya mind It is a bad influence, but yo it's my rhyme I sit down and I say to myself, "Self Yo, are you rated top the shelf?" I drop the single for you to get a dose of As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa Gettin paid? Yeah right, Willy Why askin me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee Taste like a forty, stinkin like Old-E But I drink Ol' English so I speak Ol' English You gotta be dirty and stinkish And if it's not, well I guess I'm not The A-S-O-N my friends, it's dirty and it's stinkin' [Chorus] [Method Man] I'm not a statuatory raper I'm _naughty_, but girl that ain't my _nature_ Johnny Cash all about this paper You playin' wit the big boys now, we rated r This no place for a child, 17, not allowed Without a parent and it's apparent that you belong Wit a full grown man wit a mind just as strong Huh, so here's ya chance to advance Get in ya stance and we gon' set up it off like true romance And that's my word [Chorus #2: scratched samples] "I said if you could just" - Ol' Dirty Bastard "Go back" - Ol' Dirty Bastard "The O.D.B." - Ol' Dirty Bastard "First things first, man" - Ol' Dirty Bastard "The rap assassinator" - Raekwon "Dirty Bastard" - Method Man [Chorus] [Chorus #2 2X] Stand Up[Intro: Ghostface Killah sample (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] New York City stand up, Staten Island stand up New York City stand up (don't you bother me, don't you bother me) New York City stand up (old school style g.) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] You nothin' but fallen stars, I see it on ya'll Appear bizarre, Ol' Dirty boulevard I've known global law, take his head Ceasar Got babies like caviar, growin' evening star God bless the dead, 2Pac Shakur You can't divide war, this slim galore Arabian flow, at nine a gigolo With a bad hot ho, only cocaine up the nose Incognito, defeat me, how so? Rap K'd O, money green playin', go Long ago, Protect Ya Neck video Made me blow, on rap radio (Wu, Wu) [Hook 2X: Ghostface Killah sample] Staten Island stand up, New York City stand up New York City stand up, New York City stand up [Hook 2X] "For the ladies who know me, tell me how the fuck I be" ODB "Dirty..." - Kelis [Cappadonna] Brooooklyyyyyyyyyyn Zu, came through with the baby blue Me and my brother Dirt Dog Mama made breakfast today, with no hog We hustle in the street, niggas ain't fuckin' with Wu, so roll deep Born God Body with the vest of heat When the Bee Sting hit, niggas move they feet Yo, we banned from the club, you best to not sleep Keep somethin' on the waves, thug passion with the Alize's Smack 85 percenters, right in they face On some black pimpin' shit, like my dun-dun Huey God Squad in the building, big bags of ooey Push the phat shit like Dutch Tsasui RZA bring all the shit, fuck these clowns Ason Unique, yeah baby, hold me down Original tag team, S.I. City Ain't nothin' sweet kid, ain't nothin' pretty Wu-Tang Forever, kid, keep it gritty [Hook 2X] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Call me Osirus, lyrical virus Ol' school fire, straight from lockdown Wu-Tang veteran, straight from lockdown O.D.B., now with Roc now [Hook 2X] [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Oh baby, dedicated to all the pretty girls All the pretty girls in the world, and the ugly girls too Cuz to me you pretty anyway, baby The Stomp Part II[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Dirt, Dirt, Dirt... Dirt, Dirt, Dirt... That's what I'm talking about [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Soon as she slurp the mic, here comes the herpes light People at church be like, friends, at work be like She is the thirsty type, a nigga McGirt be like Look, it ain't workin' right, it will convert my life Now she's an earthly type, pure, and worthy type Catch her in early nights, smile with pearly whites Sippin' Bacardi's like, she's back in perverted life You know how these birds be like, that's why you can't treat them right My brother he eats it right, cheat, and beat his wife Ike and Tina fight, this Medina life The crack and nina like, block and fiending like Cop subpeona like, giants and beams of light [Hook: RZA (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Stomp, stomp, stomp! (Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, that's what I'm talking 'bout) Let, me, see/(Dirt, Dirt, Dirt), you, stomp, stomp, stomp! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Things ain't the same today, this is the game they play Dirt, the name, they say, throwin' the blame my way So they can change my face, take and claim my space But I remain the ace, always maintain a space Coke, the 'caine, the base, Henny without the chase Then it come out to lace, pussy all in my face You know where the Dirt be at, where the skirts be at Money and work be at, pull and squirt the mac's You fake aristocats, where your pistol at? Weak ballistic caps, I'm firing missiles back [Hook: RZA (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] (That's what I'm talking 'bout) Let, me, see/(Dirt, Dirt, Dirt), you, stomp, stomp, stomp! (Dirt, dirt, dirt) Let, me, see/(Dirt, Dirt, Dirt), you, stomp, stomp, stomp! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Three years, I'm out the gate, waiting, my clients deflate (What, what) chain plate, bitch, I'm goin' state to state Bitch, I sniff them eights, muthafucka, make these papes Watch that ho get raped, nigga, I'm going ape This is part two, the Stomp, you niggas in the slump Uzi's all in my trunk, nigga, you hear the thump Fill you with holes and lumps, rocks all in my fronts Cock and feel the Monk, pussy everyday of the month Do what the fuck I want, bitches, you shake your rump Niggas you ain't no comp, let me see you jump [Hook: RZA (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Stomp, stomp, stomp! (Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, that's what I'm talking 'bout) Let, me, see/(Dirt, Dirt, Dirt), you, stomp, stomp, stomp! (Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, McGirt) get, the, fuck, off, your, ass, nig-ga! Stomp, stomp, stomp! (That's what I'm talkin' bout!) Let, me, see, you, stomp, stomp, stomp! Get, the, fuck, off, your, ass, nig-ga! Stomp, stomp, stomp! Skrilla[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard, RZA] When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar [Ol' Dirty Bastard] When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar Own family will kill ya, damn it be a skrilla Box of bullets in flavors, like Mike & Ike Friday night, I'm in the bed, with a bitch and a dyke Ol' Dirty, 7:30, got the thirty-thirty Caught a mouscope, ain't aimin' at no birdie My name plate, travel through the interstate Glock in the stash box, my drop top ventilate Permanent A.C., use to boost at Macy's Smoke out Mr. Spacely, and still Dick Tracy I blind dunk a base, make ya chest inflate I'm at the herb gate, watch my money bake Disrespect me, where I lay my head, my hammer spray My cybertech nylon suit, reflect gamma ray When I speak, ears open to the size of cymbal Make you tremble, watch what the fuck my gun do [Hook] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] A moment to pray, a second to die Take your hard ride with the bulletproof high Nigga, check ya logic, Ol' Dirty's out the closet I return you niggas for a five percent deposit Beer belly, I chuckle like Kris Kringle Put four grams of cocaine, crushed up in the single Everyday is Saturday, everyday my gats play When shit get bad, I'm looking for a badder way Ol' Dirt McGirt, in concert the bomb burst To set it off, shoot him in the arm, first Let him off? Nah, kidnap his mom, first Told you, when things get worst, nigga, things get worst Cats be saddling, when the gats splattering Ol' Dirt, caught one through the lower abdomen Straight through the back, like the javelin Word, son, it had to been, still here, battling [Hook 2X] Fuck Y’all[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Why ya'll always be talkin' shit (I'm comin') You're always talkin' shit (want me I'm come? We coming) Why ya'll always be talkin' shit (I'm comin') You're always talkin' shit (want me I'm come? We coming) Shit (we coming, we coming!) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm the nigga walkin' through the Hill, with the gun out Lookin' for the big mouth, showin' off in front of bitches Talk about Dirt, leave you lumped up in stitches Dig a lotta ditches, for you six feet spitters Put the barrel in ya mouth, I'm the shell case shitter Masquerade paid, stay on the front page Playin' on streets, like streets was arcade My hand's all sprayed, like Charles blades the gensu Feel the lucy, and spark up the neptune Resurrect them, to dawn on, protect 'em Outside set up, guess who inject them Walk through zoo, but no Zu, is Brooklyn Heavy artillery, thug chains in Brooklyn Strapped in the back of the Ac', Dirty rolls like that That's a Crooklyn fact, find Dirty And you find where the cash is at, fuck y'all [Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Why ya'll always be talkin' shit (fuck y'all) Everytime I hear you talkin' shit (fuck y'all) And anytime I hear you talkin' shit Will be the last thing that you be talkin', shit (fuck y'all) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Spit fire like a livewire, the messiah Take you higher than the last hit, mythological In pussy logic, gynecolagist you can swallow Cuz it' O.D.B., bitch! Bring it like the Warriors, on the D Train Explosive rap game, like a Meth thing Spit acid, the Ol' Dirty Bastard Pull like coast, to toast it, while I'm acid Ten stories up, penthouse, only us Meanwhile I'mma strain, what I can't crush Fresh, wild and bold like the Cold Crush Purple haze keep a nigga with the robut (fuck y'all) On the major when the bitch slap, giddy up I'm an ass man, but I tear the titty up Tear ya whole city up, bring it if you grittier Dirty ain't so pretty, even when the legs are levetated Escalated, cuz I'm made of Baby Jesus Welfare card expired, so I need this Dirty rolls like that, that's a hood fact Find Dirty and you'll find where the cash at [Hook 5X] SussudioDirty? Phil Collins Ol' Dirty Yeah, Su-su-ssudio Sudioo [Ol' Dirty Bastard] This recording is dirty and a-stinkin' Funkier than Pepé Le Pew So I was thinkin' about droppin' this single on the charts Letting you know "Hey! The kid has heart" I never deny myself as being dope But in my last jam, niggas slept on my notes You thought that I was weak Uhh, let me speak My rhymes come funkier than your grandpa was weak So listen, mister, don't you ever forget The rhyme are dirty, you couldn't clean it with Comet Or even Morax, some try Ajax Only mix with the best, 48 tracks Yo, I get down with Ason sound Lyrics that be flowing from miiiiiles around So let the music shut ya ass up And feel the uppercut that would make you fall to your butt What! Chorus: [Female singer] If he calls me, I'll be there I'll come running anywhere He's all I need all my life Feels so good if I just say the word Su-Su-ssudio Just say the word, oooh Su-Su-ssudio Uh ohh [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Let me continue verse number two Style is wild, Dirty stinkin' like doo-doo If you're hangin' around, you change your mind If it's a bad influence, but yo it's my rhyme (my rhyme) I sit down and I say to myself Sell, yo, or you on the top, shelf I drop this single for you to get a dose of As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa Gettin paid? Yeah, right, fully My ass can be G one one one You know me My rhyme is sugar Sweet as a honey bee Tastes like a 40 Stinkin' like OE, yeah Well I drink Old English So I speak Old English If not, I'd be dirty and stinking And if not, well I guess I'm not The A-S-O-N, my friend You wouldn't understand Chorus: [Female singer] If he calls me, I'll be there I'll come running, anywhere He's all I need, all my life Feels so good if I just say the word Su-Su-ssudio Just say the word, oooh Su-Su-ssudio Uh ohh If he calls me, I'll be there I'll come running, anywhere He's all I need, all my life Feels so good if I just say the word Su-Su-ssudio Just say the word, oooh Su-Su-ssudio Uh ohh If he calls me, I'll be there I'll come running, anywhere He's all I need, all my life Baby Su-Su-su-ssudio Go Go Go[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo East New York in this motherfucker, Blahzay Blah in this motherfucker Brooklyn in this motherfucker, Dirt Dog in this motherfucker, it's on point [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Come on baby let me you jump, let me see you body rhythm pump Come on baby let me see you go, let me see you, like go, go, go [Blah Bloomberg] Aiyo, my timin' is so precise, gangsta all my life I don't get robbed, I control the heist Cold as ice, still nothing, this whole device Life's a gamble, so I roll the dice I camed up, still I'm up and coming Auto start, put on my sneaks, truck is running Bad broads, that's beyond Beyonce Eatin' on my body like a dinner entree What ya'll critics gonna say, don't even risk it Forget Pillsbury, eat this Blah Blah biscuit Ya'll watered down the game, man, like bar liquor It's nothin' for me, I just buy the bar quicker Oh my God, nigga, I'm in the house, and I'm rowdy He been doin' this since five thousand on an Audi Remember "Danger!" Yo, ya'll know Blah This is grown under water, ya'll ain't even in my sonar [Hook: Blah Bloomberg (Ol' Dirty Bastard sample)] The east is in the house like (danger) About to, turn it out like "Oh My God" (danger) Put the barrel in your mouth like (danger) I see the dipper through a blouse, it's "Oh My God" (danger) Me and Dirty on the floor like (danger) Me and Dirty pimpin' ho's like "Oh My God" [Ol' Dirty Bastard] So then you act like you love my little baby And you know that I act a little crazy [Hook] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm on the streets lingo, spendin' the spingo Eazy-E lingo, doin' the dango, the vet' don't wear Kangol I dare pump my shit, at the club, actin' strange, yo Smack ya'll niggas in the face, yo Got wiggas in the place, yo, block party in this motherfucker I'm the only round actin' like sucka, sucka bitch ass pucker So don't play this motherfucker, or watch you bird clucker So don't let yourself break yourself With the sip and tumble, that will take yourself I move with that heat that smoke you in your head, man The shit war, time to take, man, take man [Hook] [Hook] [Blah Bloomberg] East/West beef is over, gettin' money all over Set up shop in Cali, then one in deli Dover Music, or sellin' crack by the Grove I ain't talkin' about dick, but I'mma stock it to hoes I'm not gonna grow, I'm the type to explode Hit this song to walk back in it, then it's gon' be white gold Eatin' wild timing, ya'll know it's my title I burn more bushes than Moses in the Bible But hates gon' Holly, pimpin's gon' Broadway So many pimps, broads don't know who to pay But ya'll better have my dough Come on baby, just go go go Yo, I once was lost, but now I flaunt 2004 Porsche, all you haters get off I will board-to-the-board, the-hang-the-hang Down to the ground, to the ground, they bang, they bang [Hook] [Hook] Move Back[Intro: E-Snaps] Aww, man, yeah, Lenox Ave. Boyz Aww, man, come on, yea, yeah, yo [E-Snaps] You doin' what you doin', let's get it Starvin' and you robbin', and you catch a nigga slippin', best get 'em Hit 'em where the good Lord split him Introduce myself, go booth yourself In the far left lane, and I'm, hydro planed And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't care how you feel Checkin' out the truck, check the wheels Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your grill Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it right Papi of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight Rollin' with my niggas, we ain't lookin' for no fights Now pop one in your head, that's all she said It's time to get head in my Mercedes-Benz Chipped up and I ain't even talkin' bout my jams Clipped up, so any nigga frontin', gettin' banned Give 'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in [Hook 4X: Meeno] Move back, move back, you can't fuck with me, huh I'm from the clique called N.I.B [Meeno] Next up, I believe that's me Meeno, get it right, no descrempancy Always keep a weapon, see, run it ground Worth of stones, nothin' less on me, why you stress on me Niggas mad cause I stretch my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe? Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just how I do Everybody sayin', boy too souped up Nah, I'm just hot, plus Bentley Coup'd up Who put, you too busy holdin' the stoupe up Ya'll fault your broke, and not mine, stupe'a I'm like Juve', I need it in my life Got fifty birds flyin' in, later on tonight Rock and I hustle, so I get paid twice Life is a gamble boy, roll your dice [Hook 4X] [Tony Wink] Who you know spit flows, get dough like I In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie Hit the links I've seen, back in late '95 Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both sides Of course we gon' ride, ride over the competition The real has arrived, ya'll bitch niggas is finished All I gotta do is Nextel tag my lieutenant Your whole click will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes This to them fools thinkin' they gon' catch the God slippin' I'm always on point and I'm always packin' my weapon You see me in the club, believe me, I got the tech in I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the records Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' respect it Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the necklace I'm what you can't be, young, black, rich, and wreckless It's the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, check it [Hook 2X] [Interlude: Jae Millz] Remix! Huh, yeah, it's 101, what? You know what it is when you hear that, Harlem Fix ya face or smacked in it, Harlem Harlem, right here, Harlem You gon' stupid if you don't bounce to this man You gonna only look like a hater, huh-huh Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, it's only right They know what it is, man, remix [Jae Millz] Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place called NYC H Dub to the death, and I don't give a fuck what party it is I'm still in the club wearin' sweats (hah) Milk ears with the money colored check Ill two step, blowin' dubs with the best Live life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the noise Huh, your home boy game so raw And I ain't even gotta say my name no more Haters wanna give my name to the law But punchin' and kickin', to kick us all, they can blame you for Might catch me in the 'Lac with Snaps Or lightin' sticky green 'dro, with Wink and Meeno You from the hood and you ain't no coward, well me neither And before you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move Back) [Drag-On] This your boy to the dash Same nigga, no talkin', just result to the mass I stab niggas, throw the hawk in the trash Peroxide my bullets, give the burners a bath Three fifty Z, burnin' the Ave I'm old school, I still got the fiends burnin' the glass I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your face I'm a little bit too hard for the radios to play I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a verse And my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in reverse I let my tool go, ya'll niggas just studio killas Nigga, I'mma killa in the studio I got guns that'll hollow a wall Point it to your jaw, make you swallow it all Ya'll niggas want hardcore? What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for? [Cardan] They ask, who's that, that's P-Cardi And what he in, what he in, he in a Fer-rari You know I'm strapped, you know I'm strapped, I got the heat on me And what I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a long Bigari Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to 'lean on me' But if he is, like Biggie said, 'he gon' bleed' Niggas ain't hard, niggas heart full of creatine But go against that, green, I go against your, brain And don't fuck with me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life No 'dro, we gon' blow that alley all day, say what Act stupid, we gon' it crackin' here tonight Greasin', Meen' on the front, with Snappy on my right If rap don't work, nigga, we go to the kitchen Those ain't hoes, so then you know we ain't pimpin' I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain't slippin' Too close, hold somethin', or now I know Cardy didn't [Terra Blacks] And if he know, what keep me little Think you know, I think it later See me, and my guns come to, just like a waiter You up north, singin' just like Anita Baker Make up your mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your maker The man that laugh last, will surely laugh harder Me have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster With them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the clique called N.I.B.) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club gettin' tired Bitches scatter all around me, ready to excite it All these kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' out my mitten I'm comin' off top, my moves are unwritten Now slitter to the snake, in the spring time wither But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever Women desirin', jobs is hiring Money admiring, never keep tiring Rhymin' ain't nothin', the easiest job ever And I'm doing mine, holdin' it together While money quadruple, from playin' the cripple Drinkin' from a titty nipple, sippin' on ripple Blunt keep on flippin', from keep gettin' dippin' The mic I'm rippin', the record skippin' The pussy drippin', the wet got me slippin' The bitch I'm strippin', I'm platinum shippin' [Hook 4X] Dirts the Boogie[Chorus: Buddha Monk] Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie [Post-Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Come on, baby, let me hear you jump Come on, baby, let me see you stomp Come on, baby, let your body go Come on, baby, let it flow, flow, flow Come on, baby, let me hear you jump Come on, baby, let me see you stomp Come on, baby, let your body go Come on, baby, let it flow, flow, flow [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] The most amazing, rhyme blazing, smoke that purple haze and I'm the Ol' Dirt McGazing After the club, I'm straight up dazing I fuck til my nuts shiver up like raisins Everybody just, do my dance While your girl, she feel my dick through her pants I'm the Ol' rotten slang, that Wu-Tang mixture Leave your head to bang, boom bang licked up Watch the speaker kick up, bitch eat my dick up Ass stick up, I'mma hit her quicker Never find a nigga nasty as Dirty Still fuck a bitch if her ass is dirty Still sip the Hennessey if the glass is dirty You ain't getting shit if your cash ain't dirty [Chorus: Buddha Monk] Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie [Post-Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Come on, baby, let me hear you jump Come on, baby, let me see you stomp Come on, baby, let your body go Come on, baby, let it flow, flow, flow Come on, baby, let me hear you jump Come on, baby, let me see you stomp Come on, baby, let your body go Come on, baby, let it flow, flow, flow [Verse 2: Young Dirty Bastard] Hit a ho, make her go crazy Doctor, doctor, she having a baby (Girl: oh, no, who could it be?) Out is the son of the ODB My name is Bar, I'm made like a Maybach car (Girl: you crazy) What you say that for? Bar slick with the gift of gab, I throw jabs (Girl: tell the cop, boy, get your black butt in the lab) Still got a slab of that welfare cheese Still get features from government G's Still looking for a big butt to squeeze Ol' Dirt, are you gonna give Lil' Dirt a G? [Chorus: Buddha Monk] Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie [Post-Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Come on, baby, let me hear you jump Come on, baby, let me see you stomp Come on, baby, let your body go Come on, baby, let it flow, flow, flow Come on, baby, let me hear you jump Come on, baby, let me see you stomp Come on, baby, let your body go Come on, baby, let it flow, flow, flow Zoo Two[Intro] I just want all y'all to know, the reason why I curse Because of my momma and my daddy; they grew up cursin' So please respect my style, please! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cuts your whole stamina Here comes the medical examiner One verse then you're out for the count Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs the right amount Wake you up and then I axe you How did you intend this -- Competition to get an ass kickin' so tremendous Oh!, you shouldn't bother this Leave me alone like a son, he'll be fatherless! I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco And MC's start to vanish I rolled up into jet, black kid the nigga started speakin' spanish! Yo!, he wasn't from Panama I axed you how you get so fuckin', dark, you said "suntanama!" He'll be responded so fast, you made me laugh Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared his ass Kick the hundred strongest rhymes Then I brought out the punk in him Caught him with a strong five deadly venom Told him!, enter the Wu-Tang Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush any shit you brang I watch your ass take a big fall, why?! My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball And as you step up to batman, I play you the riddler You try to jew me for a rhyme nigga, I'll change to Hitler I go out like a Nazi, wish your fuckin' ass stayed, home and played (Yahtzee!) Or watchin' Happy Days sweatin' Poxie With Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi Wu, who? Me gettin wreck talk to him He's like a twelve and a half foot, gettin' in a seven shoe Now picture that with a Minolta I have your ass doin' some Night Fever shit like John Travolta I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the script And rock on from P.M. , past the fucking Dawn Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggas grab my what what You can't understand it, here's the panorama A complete view, of how I defeat you Shoulda stepped to those god damn kids who tried to beat you Yeah I bust that ass before You ran to Texas and came back but forgot the chainsaw! And wanna perform a massacre Better be coming with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular I bust y'all.. Dirty & Grimey[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] "It's the Ol' Dirty Bastard" - scratched up throughout Hold on, muthfuckas, ya'll know Dirty? [Ol' Dirty Bastard] It's the Ol' Dirty Bast' Cut ya face, with a piece of old dirty glass Bitch, shake ya dirty ass Run up in your stash house, on a dirty mat It's the Dirt McGirt, a/k/a Osirus Spread my bullets around like a virus Nigga, from the Wu-Camp, nigga Slap ya face with a wet food stamp, nigga I'mma make the world, do my dance Try to lock me down, but I'm back in my stance Wave my gun around, like it's part of my hand Bout to take this game, like, 'pardon me, man' Dirt McGirt, I'm a family man But I still hold tools like a handyman Say my name three times like Candyman It's the what, what, what... [Hook: Swizz Beatz (N.O.R.E.) w/ Ol' Dirty Bastard acting wild] Cuz we can do it like this (Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt) Cuz we can do it like this (Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt) Cuz we can do it like this [N.O.R.E.] Who get drunker than, N.O.R.E., on a Sunday And on the way to Sunday school, intoxicated See ah, lord forgive me, I'm a ex-coke flipper And skipped on that good ol' bitch, she got a strip of these Niggas is bitch-made, I got a switchblade And I pack guns, shootin' niggas since the sixth grade Mac Milli, Millitainment, it's La Familia, now Guess it's niggas all in your rap, ain't gotta kill you now Nore never slack off, I smoke a pack soft And I run deep in this bitch, and let that mack off Bing, Nore got a whole lotta bitches Out of character, and eating out a whole lotta dishes In my lifetime, sippin' on white wine, caveza Nore ran twiz, get a whole lotta head Ching, simple like uno, dos, tres, ah' And I leave the crib, and grab the tech, cuz I'm the drastic [Hook 2X] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Oh shit! Oh shit! Ya'll remember when me and Mariah I'm back with the kid, spit fire Dirt McGirt, I break up the earth My ice is white and blue, like Papa Smurf Stash niggas like crack, throw them under the earth Then past the dirt pound, and ask 'em "do it hurt, now?" Ya'll gonna make me back the truck To the Dash, O.D.B., that's what's up [Hook] [Outro: Swizz Beatz] Cuz we can do it like this Don’t Hurt Me[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, stepping fresh out the clean, through the fog I be that Ol' stinkin' Dirt McGirt dog, with a hurtin' for ya That nigga liftin' ya skirt, learned it in the dark Hurtin' bitches feelings on purpose, I'm a dog Biting, no -- I don't bite, see I just like to nibble on ya nipple, a little It's not a riddle, or game, with dope I just wanna stroke or poke, you in the right place As if your pussy got a nice face You need to stop fucking with lightweights See my Roc chain is heavy, cock game, is ready To shoot, oh bitch, go get cute Cuz you can easily get treated like a prostitute Please believe me, I like it raw, because I'm so freaky Dirty, but a nigga still shining when you see me You know that nigga, A, Son Never been tooken out, Dame, good looking out Hoes holla! [Hook: Rhymefest (girl) {Ol' Dirty Bastard}] I'mma keep it real, don't hurt me A nigga like me, love the ill punani, cuz I'm dirty Please don't flirt with the Dirt McGirt When I'm done, liftin' ya skirt, then this mic get hurt, u know (Don't hurt me, Dirty) {Okay} (I promise, I won't you, Dirty) {You sure?} (Don't hurt me, again) {Okay} (Don't, don't, don't hurt me again) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Aiyo, my album gets crazy, but I'm still on the low Your style is flashy, and you don't got no hoes Don't front, I spit classics, you know how it go On my leisure, Lisa give me so much throat Well I need ya, bitch, betta have my dough And Indonesia, in the Dutch, already rolled Don't let 'em fool ya, tell you, Ol' Dirty's a joke Somebody school her, tell her Ol' Dirty's a pro First it's marriage.... then it's babies.... You know, Dirt love the babies.... (aiyo, bounce with me now) It's game time, baby, ball with me now, I'm in your court, now In your grand marquee, on tour with me now With the Benz, laid back, in the hood with me now Momma said she wanna go with me, cuz I make her feel good When she go away with me, Ol' Dirty, nigga! [Hook] [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (girl)] (Don't hurt me, again, don't, don't, don't hurt me again) Yeah, I'm back, what you thought? (Don't hurt me, again, don't, don't, don't hurt me again) Shake ya ass to this! How Ya Feelin’[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (girl)] Oh yeah... What what, got your money What what, (dirty), what what What what, (dirty), yeah, yeah [Ol' Dirty Bastard] My niggas better raise it up, fruit punch in my cup, so what? Ol' Dirty, I served my time, now I'm out and gonna have a good time My new account is kinda different, cuz I'm 'ready spendin' all my dimes What what, give me a check for 9, zero, zero, zero, zero Count count 'em, muthafucka, this mine Now, I just better finish my rhyme Before my muthafuck' appeal come, what the fucking due line [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] No, sip-ping, alco-hol, at all (no way) No, smo-king, Phil-ly, blunts, or Backwoods (no way) No, lea-ving, the state, of New York (stay home) It's, all good, long as I can, still feel some breasts [Hook 2X: girl (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] (And how ya feeling, Dirty?) I feel good! (I'm glad you are) Yeah, me too! (I wanna love you, Dirty) I wanna love you back! (Can I get a..) baby, just, baby just, wiggle that booty! [Bridge: girl] Ahhhhh, a wiggle-wiggle, a wiggle-wiggle Dirty... [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I never will forget the way Dame Dash, send a limo for me (What what), signed me up for the team VH1, caught me doing my thing I had bitches in the limo actin' like they fucking rolling with king Shopping sprees on Fifth Ave., backrubs, bubble baths Ol' Dirty fucked, come, clean my ass Now I'm straight, gotta spit for my chips With nothing in my system that would get me incarcerated [Hook] [Bridge 2X] [Hook 2X] [Bridge 2X] [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Sing this song Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, Dirt McGirt, Girt, Girt, Girt Straight from Wu, Wu who?, Wu who? Wu who?, ahh Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, Dirt McGirt, Girt, Girt, Girt Straight from Wu, Wu who?, Wu who? Wu who?, ahh Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, Dirt McGirt, Girt, Girt, Girt Straight from Wu, Wu who?, Wu who? Wu who?, ahh [Bridge] Give It To Ya Raw (LP Version)[Intro] Give it to ya raw! Yo, it's that old school shit About 12 years old [Verse 1] Let's get physical, operate your brain to function I remember the Gods at the junction Conjunction, junction, what's your function? I summed it up as the Ason 'sumption Known on the microphone as Crazy Crucial Dipping low on an MC like you ain't doin' you Something, so step to the shit right now Kick another gig in my goddamn town No one is fresher, I damage the deadly Daredevil doin' 'cause I am the U-N I-Q-U-E, funky fresh Funky dude get hype, you're motherfucking right I do Ason, break it down, sure, anytime Assure he is outstanding, never end, clever in the rhyme Break down your shit, however you come There's no one who can fuck with Ason (Give it to you) I paralyze you, make you realize who Lost concern with my goddamn crew Quiet as kept when I start any fuckin riots Even 'fore you do it, my nigga, don't try it (Even) For you to get close enough to my style You have to travel miles and miles and miles To find a special rhyme like mines, you gotta look You might even find it in the Brooklyn Zoo Look as you're killing the beat with all your might If lovin' hip-hop's wrong, baby, I don't wanna be right Wake up, what? What? Losing your head Woke up on the wrong side of the bed Juvenile fraction of hard, you say you're living large You're the head nigga in charge (Yeah) [Chorus] I give it to ya raw I said I give it to ya raw I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason, baby I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason Givin' it to ya raw baby The raw deal, because [Verse 2] These lovely rhymes made by the one and only I'm Ason, there's nothing phony about me Steady of course, so hard to handle with it Like a specialist, I write my own music That will make you dance, get drunk or act wild Ladies be sayin', "Hey, hey, I love your style" Whether you're sober, yo, just behold the Casanova Get chopped with the lawn mower (Give it to ya) So get busy as Ason perform On and on, ladies scream my name, "Ason" That means God, Ason, girls romantic Repeat it so much you catch a throat infection Yo, I relieve the ones who believe You're in the need of the God degree That I build on with style and finesse Keep MCs in check like a game of chess So to the folks, come to my rehearsals I look so good I should be on the commercials On TV that can tell a vision no lie I'm the Ason, most high Use your keys and start the ignition They'll never forget they can choke on position Don't charge a cent of excellent Add the ingredients of Ason's elements Fire, water, gold, earth, wood Yo, through the knowledge because it is good Enough to overstuff jumbo pack Brother like Ason will never be attacked A by a nigga couldn't figure how to pull the gun trigger I said, "Yo, get the fuck outta here" [Outro] The Sugarhill Gang niggas You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, all of— yo, I can't remember all you niggas back in the days Zulu Nation, you know what I'm sayin'? All you motherfuckers, man, I just wanna say I love ya Givin' it to ya, know what I'm sayin'? All you breakdancin' niggas, freestyle poppin' You know who was the baddest niggas? I ain't gon' say nothin' But y'all know who was the baddest niggas in that shit You know? See, I was one of them niggas doin' this shit seventeen years And I just wanna let all y'all MCs know all across the land You got any problems, any beefs, you can bring that shit 'Cause I don't give a fuck I'm the baddest nigga, I don't give a fuck I been doin' this for seventeen joints What? What? Shut the fuck up, you little-ass nigga I said, have you heard a— I said, have you heard a— Straight from Lockdown (Stand Up Remix)* bonus track on international versions of album [Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Straight from lockdown... don't you bother me, don't you bother me Ol' Dirty Bastard, Dirt McGirt, old school style Roc-a-Fella, Wu-Tang [Ol' Dirty Bastard] You nothin' but fallen stars, I see it on ya'll Appear bizarre, Ol' Dirty boulevard I've known global law, take his head Ceasar Got babies like caviar, growin' evening star God bless the dead, 2Pac Shakur You can't divide war, this slim galore Arabian flow, at nine a gigolo With a bad hot hoe, only cocaine up the nose Incognito, defeat me, how so? Rap K'd O, money green playin', go Long ago, Protect Ya Neck video Made me blow, on rap radio Record sales overflow, set up in Ontario Kill the Navajo, bustin' pistacchio On a high plateau, the shit's a rodeo How I bully the shit, and make this nigga blow [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Call me Osirus, lyrical virus Ol' school fire, straight from lockdown Wu-Tang veteran, straight from lockdown O.D.B., now with Roc now [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I rock a forty block, I shit mash dead lock I'm bitches as peacock, you can't hold the money block Unorthodox, know his ice, by quotin' 2Pac Rap box, who do you think solid by, movin' chicken pox Who walk knocks, equal not The slickest movin' the hot, on your boom box Sold major xerox, pussy is remote control Cuz of the bank role, M.C.'s more black hole My pockets cholesterol, pussy arouser Take 'em off like trausers, the eyebrowser Moses, move like Jehovah, rappers a four-leaf clover Get this money, like Oprah, in the yellow range rover, push over Sippin' in our frozen, like I'm ship closing Til you see fucked up, cuz I'm exposing All this Wu-Tang shit, comin' at your war Moving see-saw, on the Billboard charts, ya'll [Chorus 2X] Pop Shots (Clinton Sparks Remix)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] None of you, nuh, betta look at funny Nuh, you know my name now -- ODB [Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (sample)] As I poppppppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts (we gon' pop these shots!) As I po-a-opppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts (we gon' pop these shots!) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] '86 was the year that it started Crack hit the states, and my hood got to poppin' Back then, you had to catch it with narcotics Without a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects Nowadays, if a nigga say you got it You be sitting in the county, with like 3 or 4 charges Young when started, but I had a talent To get this package off, cuz I took it as a challenge Til older niggas game me much as I can handle Cop the eagle, started jackin' with the green New Balance shit I'm feelin' clean, I was only thirteen With the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans My name's spelled right on my four finger ring It was Dirt then, cuz McGirt you ain't seen [Hook 2X] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Toe to toe, I scrap with the best If I spit ten rhymes, nigga, nine gon' connect If you in front of 1 or 2, I respect Cuz I probably just forgot, and wrote it strictly for my set Wu-Tang, man I love my set Niggas comin' up here, this is where the G's at Look here, more money, more problems, my ass You'se a naive cat, if you still believe that, for real That's a trick to try to keep you where you at All content, while niggas ridin' Bentley's and Maybach Think I'mma lay back, playa, forget it First hundred G's, I see, nigga, I'm tryin' to flip it And that's some real shit, not just a lyric Drop a couple open cases, not too specific Niggas out here tryin' to prove whose the realest It's ok to pop shit, but come a little different [Hook 2X] [Outro: cut up samples] "ODB" - cut it up "Recognize I'm a fool, and you lovin' me" Pop Shots (Remix)[Intro: DJ Premier] + (ODB samples) Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty "See my name is the ODB" "The-the-the-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard w/ samples cut] As I po-a-oooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts As I po-a-oooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts As I pooooooooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts As I po-a-oooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Eighty-six was the year that it started Crack hit the states, and my hood got to poppin' Back then, they had to catch it with narcotics Without a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects Nowadays, if a nigga say you got it You'd be sittin in the county with like 3 or 4 charges Young and started, but I had a talent To get this package off, cause I took it as a challenge So older niggas gave me much as I can handle Copped the Eagle, started jackin' with the green New Balance shit I'm feelin clean, I was only thirteen With the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans My name spelled out on my four finger ring It was Dirt then, cause McGirt you ain't seen "The Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Rollin...." [Hook w/ samples] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Toe to toe, I scrapped with the best If I spit ten rhymes, nigga nine gon' connect [Lil' Fame] Crime time, one-seven-one-eight Marxmen Chill Dirty I got this [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Tell 'em who the fuck I be [Lil' Fame] F-I, Z, Z-Y Famesta bitch; duke you ain't heard, you fuckin with Weird Al Yankovich, Brook-nam bangers See y'all niggas still boppin to bullshit, that ain't the shit Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga Then, tuck in his chain on a nigga I thought you used to pop that thang thang on a nigga And air blocks out like bang bang on a nigga You pussy, fuck the shit you talkin duke Cause everybody can smell it when yo' punk ass walkin duke Get it right, it's the Ol' Dirty Bastard With them old dirty bastards, from Brownsville, motherfucker "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The ODB" "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" [Hook w/ samples] "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "See my name is the ODB" [Hook w/ samples to fade] Don’t Stop Ma (Out of Control)[Intro: Chops] You listening to a Chops production And MB's the click, ODB, Dirt McGirt, tell 'em [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, roof is on fire, bitch, put it out Out of control, flames spinnin' out When you get real deep, dig it out When you rollin' up the L, pig it out Pop the cork, respect, pour it out White Horse in the house, roll it out If it's goods on the wood, throw 'em out I'll be there, pop, you can dig it out [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Dirt Dog, want the red rug, roll it out You saw the grip, and I ain't ashamed to pull it out My fault, cuz you said you gonna bring it out And you know it ain't comin', til I'm singin' out Oh, don't stop ma, got my legs shakin' here, don't stop ma You'se a real freak girl, gotta give you props Cuz I feel the bam bam when my bed rock [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Rollin' on your stair, bitch, pick her out Out of control, and can't slut her out Big girls, you can get it, no doubt You jumpin' off, with the pretty little mouth Don't expect to trip down south Uh-uh, and relay in my baby mama house Let's fuck, girl, time's running out Mama be home at five, on the dot [Hook] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Fuckin' up my party, bitch, throw 'em out Out of control, my name, wide 'em out Fill the arenas, the Roc, sell 'em out Get mad shit on the curb, and pout When I left the Billboards, what drought Serious thought, for those who wanna doubt Move with felony niggas, that just came out And thunders that be spittin' in heavy, like four pounds [Hook] Who Can Make it Happen Like Dirt?[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] This is dedicated, to allllllll you bitch assssssss [Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Who can make it happen like Dirt? Bury motherfuckers like Dirt? A Dirty for drama, get's worse Who can make it happen like Dirt?, tell me [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Standin' over bodies with a shovel Standin' over bad, til my beef all settle On another level, cuz I dance with the Devil Then I slap a bitch in the eye, with the bezzle Starin' at ice, so my nine stare back Then I shoot first, so you won't shoot back Criminal thoughts, sippin' on Similac If I walk with a limp, then it's pimp tag scrap On sundown, you gonna eat these rounds Roll on the bitch ass, with the tops dropped down Dirty stay focused on the bend, deep nigga Then I will offend, who offend me, nigga [Hook 2X] [Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Who can make it happen like Dirt? Bury motherfuckers like Dirt? When the cavalry come, and you face these guns Who can make it happen like Dirt? [Ol' Dirty Bastard] If you sittin' beside me in the church One hand on the bible, on hand on your purse Fuckin' the deacon's wife, like I'm Judas Y'all thank God, while me and my stank, do this Had her online like desktop computers We ran the train, like rush hour commuters Pack a pussy, like porn stars, yea, ya'll Who can make it happen, Dirt Dog, the rock star Bury motherfuckers who come, so stay far I can send a bullet back to when, ya'll start war Who can make it happen like Dirt? Who can get it clappin' like Dirt? Who can make it happen like Dirt? [Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Who can make it happen like Dirt? Bury motherfuckers like Dirt? When the cavalry come, and you face these guns Who can make it happen like Dirt? Anybody[Intro: C-Murder] Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya heard? Yeah, it's real out here Justing chill about it now (chill boy) Some of the ODB what? NYC CP-3 nigga what? Let me ask you a question What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?) How you feel like my name now (How you feel 'bout me now?) How you feel like C now? What do you think about the ODB now? (What?) What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?) How you feel like my name now (How you feel about me now?) How you feel like my name now (I told you I wanted somethin') [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, bite that point, the habit of breathin' No hope to find, that you're misbehavin' Link your cupid and fuck your brewin' Flash the burgers on your crewin' Cause I must different from the other MC's I got the amazing ability I get on the mic so you can have a ball I could fly through the air and stick to the wall I could take a punch or get hit by a car Could go to the nearest or farthest star As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk about Hoppin' and goin' out of his trace just to be in the house [Hook: E-40] I'm so pimped out about my big spendish I got a 20, 6 Clock extra dickless (extra dickless) For Anybody of them wanna pop off at the lip Anybody that wanna give me banana split It's only E-40, Murder in this biatch All the money motivated me to biatch Three soldiers from the East, South and West Street soldiers holdin' it down for they septs (for they septs) [Verse 2: C-Murder] I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Dirty Bastard And my flows comin' faster than a jet to Alaska I ask ya how you feelin' my collabo' The CP3, the ODB from NYC the ghetto B Light it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, as we crush Don't worry about how it looks, put some money on my books Only God can judge me now That's when I heard the click clown I was Christened ,I ain't with them, am I RZA Let them whistles out them pistols Let loose on them troops and then shake 'em like Cherok smoke I slam dunk 'em like Shaq I wanna be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me? [Hook: E-40] I'm so pimped out about my big spendish I got a 20, 6 Clock extra dickless (extra dickless) For Anybody of them wanna pop off at the lip Anybody that wanna give me banana split It's only E-40, Murder in this biatch All the money motivated me to biatch Three soldiers from the East, South and West Street soldiers holdin' it down for they septs (for they septs) [Verse 3: E-40] Hey sluggin', wanna hit this rock down (rock down) I only got one world, mane, I feel like take this to the thick of him Under there, got the smell, you do the ho you hear Fuck it there, let me get a swig of that Thunder Bird OK, it's cute, it's squashed Now, no though mane, lets have a back wash Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter, biatch [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I stays in place, place stays in me I'm a vision of truth, just a true MC Love hiphop so much, mic won't untouched Thugs grow unbust, bitch won't get fucked Every 40 ounce cracked, every napsack packed Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass, the record gets scratched Oh, the record gets scratched, the record gets scratched [Hook] I'm so pimped out about my big spendish I got a 20, 6 Clock extra dickless (extra dickless) For Anybody of them wanna pop off at the lip Anybody that wanna give me banana split It's only E-40, Murder in this biatch All the money motivated me to biatch Three soldiers from the East, South and West Street soldiers holdin' it down for they septs (for they septs) [Outro: E-40] And there you have it E-40 the Fonzarelli The from the Soyo block soil Turf hall, been through it all Ball 'til we have it all (ball 'til we have it all) Oh boy ooo me (not me) Oo we better than ooo me I'm so damned stalk on my self on crack by self Ay look where c-murder at? Me and Ol' Dirty Bastard got the same birthday If you don't stay your ass out of trouble Me and Ol' Dirty Bastard got the same birthday Ay we got the nigga Tytanic on the beat What's up boy? ODB We got the same motherfuckin' birthday 11 -15 Scorpio, November Scorpio we tight motherfuckers We look at the motherfucking memes when we get on the good one I can't please foul while y'all on the good one I'm on thought, I'm not throw em a paw but I only give lood What the fuck you drinkin'? Fortay Shit I'm off this motherfucking ....... FantasyShoe do do do do do do do Shoe do do do do do do yeah Shoe do do do do do do do Shoe do do do do do do yeah Shoe do do do do do do do Shoe do do do do do do yeah Shoe do do do do do do do Shoe do do do do do do yeah Oh, when you walk by every night Talking sweet and looking fine I get kinda hectic inside Mmm baby, I'm so into you Darling, if you only knew All the things that flow through my mind But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby When I close my eyes You come and you take me On and on and on So deep in my daydreams But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby Shoe do do do do do do do Shoe do do do do do do yeah Shoe do do do do do do do Shoe do do do do do do yeah Shoe do do do do do do do Shoe do do do do do do yeah Shoe do do do do do do do Shoe do do do do do do yeah Images of rapture Creep into me slowly As you're going to my head And my heart beats faster When you take me over Time and time and time again But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby When I close my eyes You come and you take me On and on and on So deep in my daydreams But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby Shoe do do do do do do do Shoe do do do do do do yeah Shoe do do do do do do do Shoe do do do do do do yeah Shoe do do do do do do do Shoe do do do do do do yeah Shoe do do do do do do do Shoe do do do do do do yeah It's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby When I close my eyes You come and you take me On and on and on So deep in my daydreams But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby I'm in heaven With my boyfriend My laughing boyfriend There's no beginning And there is no end Feels like I'm dreaming But I'm not sleeping It's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby When I close my eyes You come and you take me On and on and on So deep in my daydreams But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby Sweet, sweet fantasy, baby When I close my eyes You come and you take me On and on and on So deep in my daydreams But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby Sweet, sweet fantasy, baby Sweet, sweet fantasy, baby Shoe do do do do do do do Operator* original version w/o The Clipse, additional two ODB verses [Chorous: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Pharrell Williams)] Operator (operator) Get the police (she's so fine) Operator (operator) Get the police (she's so finen) Look at that girl (she's so fine) Look at that girl (say it again) Look at that girl (must be a crime) Operator [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Met this bitch, by the name of Suzy She was a bad bitch, she had a big ol' booty She got me set up, when I went to the projects Bad ass bitch, she was the one to holla at Had another bitch by the name of Precilla You know that bad bitch, she taste like vanilla In my car, looking good like that Getting money, making rushes, down with rats Saying to myself, no one can defeat me I got my dick out, come on bitch, feed me Let shit out, go down the throat Nigga like me, never miss a note If rain, I got coke, so I can't soaked Make a nigga go, I takes that dough Get hot like Superfly I'm the best at this shit and I don't know why [Chorus] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Girls with money, drippin' from your ass I don't give a fuck, I'm smoking grass You known me from down the block, I'm that good Sold to your people in your neighborhood Baby how you want, the period is yummy The diamonds in my mouth, I'm eatin' gummy The feet bitch, I'm not lookin' at the corn The way you farted, smell like them horns You got enough body, enough to start a fight Your deep throat, me solo, say all night I'm movin' on you, screwin' on you Don't know what I'm doing on you Ain't your man, but I know I'm chewing on you You'll be best, when me and you leave the set Got rubies, how did you get them neck? How do you feel about that bitch, if the bitch is a fatty Hit that bitch, now take it from me [Chorus] [Hook 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (girl)] If you ain't sweating, there's something wrong, girl (I am....) Say it louder [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Now bitch tell me right now, why you trying to kill me As if that I like bitches like Eazy-E You float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Knock that ho out like Muhammad Ali Spin in my mouth, throw your knees to the floor Squeel like a pig, I squeel like a whore Squeel like a motherfucker, do on tour 69 girl, get on all fours Winter, Spring, Summertime, Fall When I walk down the street, do a man whore Black blueberry bitch, stink, girls itch Forget two G, I'm filthy man rich Tuesday, Wednesday, I take off Get it bitch, get it, my dick needs floor I'm gonna get this CREAM, teen girl, hurt you, fuck laws Movin' on your broads, fly skit tours [Chorus 2X] Work For Me[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Dirty, ya'll niggas get the fuck up I'm out of jail, nigga, I'm out of jail What more, nigga, Dirty Go and get the fuck out, I'mma pull One of your muthafucka's eye, ahh, something Dirt McGirt, muthafucka [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Ya'll know who I am, what? Dirt McGirt, baby, whose the man? What part you fools don't understand Been away now, I'm back by popular demand Ain't a damn thing changed, nigga, back up First nigga to act up, get smacked up Orange suits on hand, Dirty this, Dirty that Yo, where Dirty at? But now Dirty back My girl is nasty, her booty is stank I fucked her all night, until a nigga shoot blanks Doggystyle, will never spill my drink Then smoke a blunt, and watch the shit on tape You can sit on my face, I like the taste If my P.O. call, tell that bitch to wait I break ya face, invade your space Don't make the mistake, tell me who is in the place what? [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, let me see you work something Slow down, don't hurt nothing You nasty, ain't ya? You freaky, ain't ya? Get ya ass over here, shake it like ya just don't care Now bounce-bounce, move it over here, now Work, work, move it over here [Young Chris] History, I do her, then we split up Lyon call, whenever, we ready to get up I ain't never been hit up, with a line that's strong Have a nigga fuck the shit up, with his love, that's wrong Got a hell of a body, yeah, I love that tone And god damn, I love that moan There's just something about you, make a nigga stay all night long My undercover freak the shit It's cool, cuz her peeps was rich So whatever I want covered, and she got my peeps' pitch right So when I'm on the road, or a girl play the show She can respect homebase, she play the codes Nasty as she wanna be, shaking that ass right in front of me Can't seem to keep her from up under me And how I am, try'nna see if chirp gash Shake it for the Gunnerz and Dirt, shh.. [Hook] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm dirty, just like the dirty south I talk dirty, wash out my dirty mouth I'm dirty, just like the dirty south Talk dirty, wash out my dirty mouth What, nigga? Why you wanna get me started? Got me in the club with Tha Alkaholiks On the down low, like I'm ducking the warrant Getting head in the back by the bathroom toilet There's beauty all around, let me see the performance She down for whatever, you know I'mm all for it Gotta spark hard, hoppin' sports bar After this, it's the Marriot courtyard Gold card, I'mma max it out Just keep your titties shaking and the apples out You can, stick around, honey, that's no doubt Bust a nut, then I'm passing out [Hook 2X] Caked Up[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Baby Sham)] Yo, this Dirt McGirt representin' Brooklyn We gettin' ready to wreck shit up, downtown, uptown (Boroughs, ya'll niggas better know it's something) Wu-Tang, bitch (Get ya fuckin' head punched ya fuckin' shoulders, duke This is how we do, everyday, blast through your motherfuckin' speaker, nigga) Bastards! [Hook: Baby Sham] Uh, we be so caked up, ya'll best wake up It's just us and we livin' this up We sip that cognac, then lean far back It's just us, and we flippin' the truck Don't be so gassed up, be foul, assed up When them coroners, pickin' you up First you was in a black tux, now you all axed up You smashed what, like you givin' it up [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm good with them free throws, like I play ball When the war is on, it's McGirt that you call The last man standing, heavy with the cannon Come through on a bike, with a bulletproof, prancin' Leave you in your pearl, put you on the porch, dancin' And leave your brains on the back of a white shirt While they playin' some old school shit by Al and Bert (To all my bitches that smell like perfume, Dirt McGirt be here for you baby) I'm not gonna stop til I'm under the dirt [Hook] [Baby Sham] You can never be as half as me Cuz one thing'll lead to another, cock sucker, melt ya knees And make sure that your casket's deep Cuz my trigger finger's itchin' like Athlete's feet So stand wise, when you meet the chief And watch your movements in the circle of the ultra-beast I'm that nigga that'll culture speak Whose gon' ride, whose gon' die, divorce your peeps It get's worse on the down reaking So please, dog, do you a favor, move from around me Cuz I set my boundaries, you wanna know where I'm from Ask Bust' where he found me, true B Paper chasin', Franklin' raping And for sure, I'm gonna make my statement And believe that the shit is taken Cuz the gun, playin' long, like vacations [Hook] [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] We lay the law down, motherfucker Big Moses in the motherfucker house Any way that nigga go out, that's how the nigga go out Grand capo Danger Zone[Hook: girl (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone In the danger zone, in the danger zone (Say what? Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone In the danger zone, in the danger zone) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] From coke to PCP, from Marie to Penelope I'mma smoke this cocaine, like white boys smoke trees Can I get that G, autograph me I feel like a refugee how people run up on me Pussy is powerful, it feels wonderful It got me worshipful, money is plentiful Niggas is full, and plus your bored Any girl I pull is too wall for war Power plug on, pussy turned on I rocked it on, rap colored thong Weight, I put on, strong like protons I polly, then I'm gone, my style carries on It's my party, holdin' too much hotty Go and dance, and it's a robbery, actin' all snobbery Real name: Moses, I pantyhose it To all my hoes, industry, I sow's this [Hook] [Joe Budden] Where the aluminum bats'll give welts And niggas wear ratchets in they belts Nah, niggas wear ratchets like belts Nah, it ain't good, but if you say the wrong thing In my hood, might as well, say the casket just fell Collapse from that smell, he dodgin' po-po Niggas wanna act like they mafioso All they see is me, when I spark the four-four With a red dot, bigger than the Target logo Dudes be superhuman, on some X-Men shit With fast ways, you the only dead man to live So act tough, til he see his best man give Now he pro-black, on some X-Clan shit For realer, I ain't a killer, but don't push me Revenge ain't sweet, when a muthafucka pussy So get loud, get piped, get drunk, get live Get tough, get hype, go ahead, get smacked, nigga [Hook 1.5X] FreestyleOne, two and three through your raps fatigued in this mc word is a minor league/ see when brothas speak they swear it's unique, just a peak physique of an old antique / don't except a project, that's bond to freeze, your hardheaded stiff neck siamese / see i never liked rhymes, that's incomplete then again obsolete, shall i repeat, it's an easy street/ brothas who earn, learn your sojourn then you return, as an intelligent, positive, messenger not an experiment, negative, lucifer, with the tinited gloss of grafted skin, not the light spring source of the true origin / who was thor, wizard of war, cave man best friend was a damn dinosaur / no more jungle life living from the blue lagoon / its not an animal house, national lampoon / if you know the what, when, why and how / have you feel into a zen or to disallow / a fresh mc that will knock you down, i get you dizzy spell-bound, like a merry go round quan to u live and raw I didn't catch everything if you can fix it thanks!! Here Comes the Judge[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard {Buddha Monk}] I was drivin' an Accord, nominated at awards Back in the days drivin' an Accord Run-uhhn-uuhhn-uhhn, nominated at awards Back in the days drivin' an Accord Everybody rise (Wu-Tang) (This slang) You know (this rhyme) you came to America (that's our thang) (I hang) And took over the black woman (and her reply) (Is slang) The black woman wanted the Judge (They runnin' from the cops) They run, runnin', run, runnin', runnin', runnin' Here Comes the Judge, here Comes the Judge Here Comes the Judge, here Comes the Judge Here Comes the Judge, here Comes the Judge Here Comes the Judge, here Comes the Judge Here Comes the Judge, here Comes the Judge Here Comes the Judge, here Comes the Judge {Give it to me now} [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard (girl)] Here comes my Mac I don't need this shit owned by stack I don't need you to monitor my perimeter (I wanna [?]) Got me Accord, take me to judge {*sniff*} Sittin' broke Nominated at awards Back in the days drivin' Accords I didn't have nothing to give I didn't have no life to live Bastard C'Mon Aaahhhhhhhhaahhhhhhh [Break: Buddha Monk (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Hey hey excuse me Mr. Russell Jones Will you please calm down and tell the story? Just the story (aheh aheh) We want nothing else, just the story (No disrespect Judge) (Police-police-police) (Police-police-police) (Dirty ass, Dirty ass, Dirty ass) "I come camouflaged" --] Zoo Keeper (Dirty scorpian) "Uh uh Judge your honor Pig Meat, sir don't you Remember me" "No who are you boy?" "Well I'm the fella that introduced you to your wife" "To my wife? Life you son of a (gun you)" [Verse 2: Buddha Monk] Yo, start the attack with dirt up cats that's wack Wants to be a gun blazer but jacks the flavor tracks I numb out frames, don't blame it on the cocaine What is sure to be the blame is the bullets of which you obtained Zoo or Zi Tribe and will live to be trifle News stands everywhere shows Zoo homicidal Extra extra read all about it Dirt Dog's Dirty cousin kills off Franklin and Madison This Dirty hiphop, tryna stop the raw lights Zu shoot down on the block, I need beamie of Scotch Block is mad hot, bad boys want their fuckin hollar Asked for Information, got it from a bitch named Tmara Click click, a bloaw bloaw bloaw Wish y'all woulda crawled with her Would have killed that bitch off, and fucked her ugly daughter Hahaahhhahaaa [Outro: Judge] Mr. Russell Jones and Mr. Ellery Chambers Would you please stand The court finds you guilty as charged I am the honorable Judge Pig Meat No longer will you make a mockery of the justice system The honorable Judge Pig Meat has spoken I sentence you to life Hahahahaha I am the Judge, I am the Judge, I am the Judge, I am the Judge I am the Judge, I am the Judge, I am the Judge, I am the Judge I am the Judge! Danger 2004[Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard] "When the east is in the house" Jeru the Damaja (sample) Oh my god! (2X) Yo East New York in this muthafucka, Blahzay Blah in this muthafucka Brooklyn in this muthafucka, Dirt Dog in this muthafucka, it's on point Come on baby let me jump, let me see you body rhythm pump Come on baby let me see you go, let me see you, like go, go, go [Outloud] Aiyo, my timin' is so precise, gangsta all my life I don't get get robbed, I control the heist Cold as ice, still mountin' this whole device Life's a gamble, so I roll the dice I tamed up, still I'm up and coming Auto start, put on my sneaks, truck is running Bad broads, that's beyond Beyonce Eatin' on my body like a dinner at entree What ya'll critics gonna say, don't even risk it Forget Pillsbury, eat this Blah Blah biscuit Ya'll watered down the game, man, like bar liquor It's nothin' for me, I just buy the bar quicker Oh my God, nigga, I'm in the house, and I'm rowdy He been doin' this since five thousand on an Audi Remember "Danger!" Yo, ya'll know Blah This is grown under water, ya'll ain't even in my sonar [Hook: Outloud (Ol' Dirty Bastard sample)] The east is in the house like (danger) About to, turn it out like "Oh My God" (danger) Put the barrel in your mouth like (danger) I see the dipper through a blouse, it's "Oh My God" (danger) Me and Dirty on the floor like (danger) Me and Dirty pimpin' ho's like "Oh My God" [Ol' Dirty Bastard] So then you act like you love my little baby And you know that I act a little crazy Come on baby let me jump, let me see your body rhythm pump Come on baby let me see you go, let me see you, like go, go, go I'm on the streets lingo, spendin' the spingo Eazy-E lingo, doin' the dango, the vet' don't wear Kangol I dare pump my shit, at the club, actin' strange, yo Smack ya'll niggas in the face, yo Got wiggas in the place, yo, block party in this muthafucka I'm the only round actin' like sucka, sucka bitch ass puffer So don't play this muthafucka, or watch you bird clucker So don't let yourself break yourself With the sip and tumble, that will take yourself I move with that heat that smoke you in your head, man The shit war, time to take, man, take man [Hook 2/3] [Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard] Come on baby let me jump, let me see your body rhythm pump Come on baby let me see you go, let me see you, like go, go, go Down South[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (We about to hurt somethin' up in here) [Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Them down south niggas been loved Dirt Take a shot to the head, if you been through the worse Show respect to your niggas, who been doin' it first And be comin' with that shit, I'm just doin' the work [Ol' Dirty Bastard] You don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit one verse And leave in a New Benz burst Take a trip down south and put some hoes to work, you hear me [Hook 2X] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Dirt McGirt, you niggas gon' respect it I'm drunk and crunk so don't come in my direction I'm ready to thump, and get the whole crew arrested Bail 'em out, and laugh about it in Texas, yo [Hook 2X] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] And get with Rome, down in Caki-Lac And hit the spot, in the hood where the houses at Where the shootin' and the fightings and the stabbings at Where the Lincolns and the Chevys and the Cadi's at, shit [Hook to fade] Lintballz[Intro: Zoo Keeper (Popa Chief) {Ol' Dirty Bastard}] *Popa Chief singing "Do or die, do or die, do or die Do or die" throughout intro* (What's your move bitch nigga?) Suttin' ain't goin' down like that I ain't lettin' niggas know they ain't know (what's goin' on in yo life How you gonna get what you ain't got? You know what I'm sayin'?) You ain't gonna get it (Yeah) That's the way it's goin' down (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckers are around {Yo I mastered the art of Shadowboxin'!} [Hook : Popa Chief] Do or die, ball or fly Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up It's time to turn the heat up And catch these papes like cooked up What? Do or die, ball or fly Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up It's time to turn the heat up And catch these papes like cooked up What? [Verse 1: 12 O'Clock] Niggas waitin' for hook up, get shook up Never get your weight off and do a push up You smokin' all my purple kush up Don't make me push and rook up Get you touched up, I lift my wrist up, yup, yup Now niggas know Lil' Diggs, only twice wore a suit Had sex in a group with a couple of bitches dance for loot See I'mma tell them niggas about spendin' all they loot Partyin' and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup I got my own version of roots Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zoo boots The new news is Brooklyn Zoo Sunz and Two On Da Road, Blue, Crazy Cuffie Fam too [Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn] Yo, I ain't tryin' to be on no forever broke shit So I made myself eatin' these streets where blood leak Me and my whole fleet smoke trees, blow heat, roll unique Do or die tactics, and keep us sharp on our feet, meak And all we do is make classics, CCF, the Unit Dirt Dog, the Zoo, Ghetto Government, get your ratchet 95% of them niggas is faggots, and I've had it up to here See our face this year, appear On your TV screen, we stay green Money makes the world go around, know what I mean-ean? New team, fresh and clean clean on your scene Now sing along, sing along, y'all know the theme-heme [Popa Chief {*singing*}] Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (aarrgh, wooh) Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (oohhh) [Verse 3: Hell Razah] Yeah, bitches wanna bone a nigga when your records is sellin' Labels don't play a nigga when they nuttin' but felons Young Razah got that hot shit that's under the Heavens GG'z poppin' grey goose feathers Prostitute cheddar, crashin' in whips with new leathers Bad models be on the dick that shy and strip Thinkin' we some gangsters, thugs, Bloods or Crips Watch who you sleep, shake hands and hustle with Why dream to be rich when I'm already rich? Two bars I spit got the hottest nigga pissed Chicks kiss the diamonds that twist on our wrist Brooklyn Zoo, S.O.M., Dirty Bast' shit, nigga [Hook] Do or die, ball or fly Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up It's time to turn the heat up And catch these papes like cooked up What? Do or die, ball or fly Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up It's time to turn the heat up And catch these papes like cooked up What? [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Buddha Monk)] I whip a nigga ass on hand and hand, you get flashed Whatever you do, I stop your ass My name is Isis, I kill you with a hiss I kill you with my motherfuckin' piss A matter of fact you kill yourself, nigga I crash ya stealth (See let a nigga come through with that bullshit) (Yeah we ain't sayin nuttin') I never was familiar with bein' pussy I loved that shit 'til it's bloody [Verse 5: Buddha Monk] Hey yo hold up, you told me you liked that shit muddy and swampy And you gonna hit it from where (from the back door) This Fam right here, is the Fam right here And if you fuck with the Zoo you gon' get clapped right there For this cream nigga, I'll walk through Muddy Waters If he be call out, and rob your son and daughter Lintballz in my pocket and yours is real lumpy Nah, Lay Down, gimme what you got G Split the pie three ways, live off it for three days And when it's done, who's the next victim today I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by Bible life I yap the nigga ripe then stash a nigga right Yeah I did wanna do it and the Devil didn't make me Linballz in my pocket that made me stick them keys Checkmate, pray to the Lord, your soul He take Then I hip into the rob for my Fam I just got 'im, nigga [Hook] Do or die, ball or fly Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up It's time to turn the heat up And catch these papes like cooked up What? Do or die, ball or fly Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up It's time to turn the heat up And catch these papes like cooked up What? [Outro: Brooklyn Zoo {Popa Chief}] Yeah yeah, huh huh (motherfucker) That's right, that's right, OK (alright) Yeah so {now you be knowin'} {Annihilate} {Get some papes like Bill Gates} C’Mon[Intro] Yeah, yeah! Motherfucker right up do, tape things Yo, are you taping baby? Baby are you taping? Ohh yeahhahhahheeyahhhyahhhhohhhyahhhh What the fuck anybody wanna do? Right motherfucking now! Ahhahhahhhah [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm the God who's ahead of the Lords Dirty Bastard from the Wu-Tang squad Can I get raw, yes I get Dirty to the floor Rhymes, hittin' on your mind, you could never ignore Hip-hop to me is like a place to be My specialTY from me to you is emCEE Say what you wanna sayyyahhh, baby sayahh I flip the microphone-ah, any dayahh I'm mad swift because I got that gift of gab Niggas get mad, your ass stink never had This talent that I got will resound the spot MC's, you got paid a lot You ever notice a black man damn mostly slams When it come to the money yo it ain't funny It's what you gotta do what you got to do C'mon, can I get a Wu-Tang Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain I get riggy diggy raw when it's time to get On the dancefloor shotgun kill the shit BLAOW, then you won't step to me Thinking is he really raw as he said he'd be If I wasn't really raw, standing here on the floor You'd be like "Boooo He ain't no Hardcore" Niggas play like they live but won't survive Jumpin' up and down ticklin' that jive when you ticklin' gab I'm an average man, G-O-D fan Let it be known who's the champ, Wu-Tang Clan! It's coming through and WU, boy it's bad too! Throw your hands in the air, if you don't care Who!, the Ol Dirty Bastard be Oh me on my, you be hoppin' on my shit just like a fly BZZZZZT, all around The dirtiest stinkin' sound down to the ground What what, what you wanna do? What you wanna do when I'm coming for you? I'm gonna give it to ya, bayyybah, bayybah, bayyyybah Caught Up[Hook] Some people get caught up And some charge is brawl out Makes some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some.. [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass The things that you learned in class is trash You can't do nothin' wit' it, I put you in the past You broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck up I do it 'til you bad luck and head get bucked The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash Stay out of my business cause I'm takin' your tash This rumble on the ming, none of y'all free I got y'all in.. slavering [Hook] Some people get caught up And some charge is brawl out Makes some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some.. Some people get caught up And some charge is brawl out Makes some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some.. [Verse 2: Mack 10] I gives a fuck about a bitch or a crooked ass cop I'm a burst that, it's dealin', the hustle don't stop I got stones and [?], ecstasy and weed Metham-phetamine, sherm, sticks and speed Pay it high wid, dope is all I got to give I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I live Got money, lock 'em off, fuckers still I got drama Got two strike dog and like five baby mamas With new strain I maintain, I'm ready and willin' To keep change on niggas brains to keep the blood spillin' I hate it but it ain't complicated, it's real simple Fuck with me and know you get a hole in your temple I ain't gonna play you niggas, I'mma slay you niggas Don't take but a few figures and a few new triggers Mack 10 livin' legend, every West coast rhymin' Straight hoo bangin' gangsta and hard rhymin' sodom was that [Hook] Some people get caught up And some charge is brawl out Makes some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some.. Some people get caught up And some charge is brawl out Makes some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some.. [Verse 3: Royal Flush] Shut up, let me talk for a minute, alot of bull shit on my mind Dealin' with crime, alot of y'all dealin' wid rhymes Stuck on the grind, crackheads cookin' my pies Startin' off on the 1-2-5, the block's mine Bucket just spine, DH tryna tap my line Stop my productions, wanna know my money discussions Who I roll wid, "buy so many cars is he legitin' of my dick" It didn't matter when I ain't have shit They'd watch me in helicopters, parklin' in my crib All I wanna feed is my kids, no time to do a bid Feel me, I forced the whole guns a while for my ones Didn't sell drugs, where the money come from? No school, no job, no bitch, no food, fuck that Do what I do to make my shit true And I make it hard on them boys who blew they cats charges If I go to jail you know I'm blowin' on the Sergeants [Hook] Some people get caught up And some charge is brawl out Makes some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some.. Some people get caught up And some charge is brawl out Makes some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some.. Some people get caught up And some charge is brawl out Makes some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some.. Some people get caught up And some charge is brawl out Makes some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some people Some people, some people, some.. Some people get caught up And some charge is brawl out Fire (Dirty Dirty Alt. Mix)[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Two steps from the border line Anything closer will kiss the nine Think I'm out the game? You out of your mind Cuz I stay on track, like transit line (FIRE!) Keep it nappy or braided up Dirty in the cockpit, blazin' up (FIRE!) Stop frontin' when you made it up Tellin' all my hoes, you can't spray it up (FIRE!) Hah, huggin' nuts like tighty whites Still trickin' on hoes like Heidi Fleiss (FIRE!) You know why niggas don't give you much respect Cuz they seen you gettin' slapped with the empty gat (FIRE!) Know Dirt, like bow know death When I'm huntin' down, birds in rap (FIRE!) Hate Dog, cuz I ate your cat And you can eat my ass and have a coke with that (FIRE!) Use a spoon, unless you want a fork Pull my dick out, watch the room get dark (FIRE!) Stay high with the zombie walk Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks [Hook: sample (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Let me hear it) FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Ohhhhhhhhh) FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Let me hear it, ohhhhhhhhhhh) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] What can make a ho, look more cuter But, Hennessey shots, and smoke more Buddha (FIRE!) Now you hungry, wanna eat right through her But you better first track for a noter (FIRE!) Like does she have a best friend, or a daughter Has she ever tried fuckin' under water (FIRE!) Misinterpetate, let me break it down Two pulls make the your merry go round (FIRE!) Touch your toes, show me that rose Butt naked, in a Wu-Tang pose (FIRE!) Wide open, girl, everything goes Real freaky, when you powder that nose [Hook] If Y’all Want War[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Royal Flush, Dirt McGirt And we don't give a fuck whose in here tonight Somebody's gon' get shot, bastards! [Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Royal Flush)] If ya'll want war (ya'll want war?) Let's get it on (let's get it on) Cuz we don't care (ya'll know we don't care) Where ya'll from (wherever ya'll from) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, you go one shot, two shot, three shot, four That's how I'm soundin' when I'm shootin' down your door Five shot, six shot, seven shot, eight That's for all them niggas, that I catch at the wait Nine shot, ten shot, eleven shot, twelve Them four shots, gonna keep me outta jail I be, damned if I fail, BK know me well And take your precint to war, before I take a fall [Hook 2X: Royal Flush] Y'all don't really wanna fuck with us Cuz you know we gon' shoot shit up Don't waste bullets on your house and truck Wait til' we see you, then we hit you up [Hook 2X] [Royal Flush] And I ain't got no time, to talk to none of ya'll niggas You tough, then you get shot, you turn to snitchers And them niggas that you runnin' with, become your witness Man, I'm good with my aim, dog, I hit you from a distance No, look, this is the difference, like special ed., you on a mission Too eager to glisten, when your mom talked you should of listened Take out the trash, do the dishes, now she gotta bury a son Got hit with a gun, just convicted homicide [Hook] [Hook to fade] Operator (Remix)[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard & (Pharrell)] Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!) Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!) Look at that girl! (she so fine!) Look at that girl! (say it again!) Look at that girl! (must be a crime!) Look at that girl! (OWW!!) [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo! Met this bitch by the name of Subie She was a bad bitch, she had a big ol' booty She got me setting up when I went to the projects Bad ass bitch she was the one to holla at Had another bitch by the name of Priscilla You know that bad bitch, she taste like vanilla In my car looking good like that Getting money, making records, down with rap Saying to myself, no one can defeat me I got my dick out, c'mon bitch beat me! Let that shit out, go down your throat Nigga like me, never miss a note If rain I got coats so I can't get soaked Make a nigga know I take's that dough Get high like Supa Fly I'm the best, that's the shit now I don't know why [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard & (Pharrell)] Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!) Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!) Look at that girl! (she so fine!) Look at that girl! (say it again!) Look at that girl! (must be a crime!) Look at that girl! (OWW!!) [Verse 2: Pusha T] Bitch please! Come live out your fantasies Dollars and diamonds, like on my Ice Creams 1K jeans wit belt and white tee I sling white balls give fiends a pipe dream Well in this scene in my british queen The ignition's on the left but yes it's the right theme Engine full of horses, chariots the king The B's in the middle like it's tittie fucking the wings Pornographic, the voice so drastic Without a +Reasonable Doubt+ I'm +classic+ Cake-aholic the same way - that Dame Dash is But I bakes my cakes, bag 'em up in plastic (UHH!) Halloween 'em up, trick yeah I treat 'em up Lou' Vuitton a toe, watch how the hoes eat 'em up Ma I said I'm finger licking good, ah yes we Re As if invisible Juice, you niggas can't see me! [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard & (Pharrell)] Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!) Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!) Look at that girl! (she so fine!) Look at that girl! (say it again!) Look at that girl! (must be a crime!) Look at that girl! (OWW!!) [Bridge: Ol' Dirty Bastard] If you ain't sweating there's something wrong, girl! (I aaaaammmmm) Say it louder! If you ain't sweating there's something wrong, girl! (I aaaaammmmm) Say it louder! If you ain't sweating there's something wrong, girl! (I aaaaammmmm) Say it louder! If you ain't sweating there's something wrong, girl! (I aaaaammmmm) Say it louder! [Verse 3: Malice] She so fine, all she need now is a baller Who better fit the bill? I myself, I'm a starter In the game, you could tell by the charter G4, Lear, or the Yacht in the harbor Mama come to papa, don't it feel at home here? All the comforts of it, you ain't got a care Don't love me wit your heart, love me from a far Now sit, look pretty like you came wit the car Diamonds in the ear lobe, wrapped in the mink Condo chillin, I be tickled pink Not worrying bout the next bitch or what people think If I say they don't exist, POOF the extinct Mama - no! we don't need the drama All we need is south beach, puffing on Habanas You just strike a match girl, do your man a honors Next week Cali, we up in Las Palmas [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard & (Pharrell)] Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!) Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!) Look at that girl! (she so fine!) Look at that girl! (say it again!) Look at that girl! (must be a crime!) Look at that girl! (OWW!!) Diesel[Raekwon the Chef] So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up Word up, never stop your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin? (For real baby) And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all [Ol Dirty Bastard] I need help Because the black man is God The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil I need help So this is to bring everything in the Someone help me please universe within the light Someone help me! Understanding They already did 2Pac My children, all six billion humans Biggie Smalls on the planet Earth Someone help me! Regardless of who or what, I love you Someone help me please! Word is bond, I love you Ahh! I'ma groupie for life, about nine wife All the babies are mine, save a child life No more doctors deliverin my babies Stick in pins killing me slowly To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud You motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white! Insecure about my ding-dong, married to Babylon My queen lookin at me like a pawn! [Raekwon the Chef] Splash the worst rehearse a verse Flashdance on the universe Televise the work Network Shop til your neck hurt Whattup Dirt, nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt Thirty-thousand went bezerk, it's like clockwork Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse French cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up Draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape out Furniture style, holdin the mic we got it laid out Mind iodine Einstein remind mine People swam nine didn't know they own kind wrong time Denim rap, competition quick, handle that Suckin the jim hat, pervertin on my raps'll get you slidapped Mix drink Cuban Link lizink, flip a to zinc Plus, expensive like a roman mink, now think [Ol Dirty Bastard] An ugly thirty-six chamber degree, what, you want to rhyme? Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel The year 90's parallel, controls to the wakes I dig woman's stomach swell, my borough is dark Many lights UFO kites, Benjamin Franklin got it right Abraham I stuck your cherry tree Your white head came out my black pussy I ran Rip Van Winkle on all fours Mountains twinkle twinkle star, Tarzan in a jar And then came out Jane Flintstone in my gravel pit [Method Man] Kill the chatterin, niggas bust shots, keep em scatterin Blood splatterin, on point like a javelin Fuck battlin, you cats is only good for babblin Imaginin yourself, as the God space travellin Round the seven rings of Saturn Got my sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been Hot Nickel, who broke bread, at the Vatican Stick a pin, in a citizen, mental food, got us diggin in My compliments to the chef M-E-TH like amphatimens, yes stick it to the veteran Blaow blaow! Blown to death, take your medicines I put the sick in your mu-sick with Osirus Bound to blow like a bad sinus [Ol Dirty Bastard] Stay up at night don't sleep on your morn Rest in the day because it's sunlight Reverse thought psychology [Prince Rakeem] Child wild adventures walk trillions of square inches Ten percentage try to drain me of my mental strengthage Heavy wattage knowledge cleans blood clottage, and retardage I refine the garbage logic exterminate your cottage [U-God] Thirty-six anger, dirty language is the stranger The mangler, the honor roll singer righteous finger When we shine-a, we always find a never minor major Hard to spot we dangerous with our behavior [Prince Rakeem] Australian Venezuelaen illegal aliens Chameleons all catch the feelings we revealing Killer bee keep your mind at ease, lay back like Adam fuckin Eve Four thousand years in the garden, puffin trees [U-God] I aim slang I maintain, through the main vein The answer came clever, when we do greatness through trial and error Mile of terror motormouth, let the odor out Fumin greater, the temper in my spine huminator The super grass childish blast sleepy eye stash The hashish masterpiece, Osirus is the virus This split second splash, severe drop is near pop There's fallin teardrops, now is it worth your career? Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Busta Ra Editz)[Oh, fuck, you can't even sing.] Ooh, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Sh... Verse: Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya college ass, disco dorm! When you didn't even touch my skill You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any 52 states I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! [I like the way you come] Ooh, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Reverse Verse: First Verse repeats The odb won't neva quit My name is odb nigg* and i'll beat your sh*t Dirty And Thirsty[Intro: Thirstin Howl III] Yeah, this what happens when you dirty and thirsty at the same time [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, It goes one shot, two shot, three shot, four That's how I'm soundin' when I'm shootin' down your door Five shot, six shot, seven shot, eight That's for all them niggas, that I catch at the wait Nine shot, ten shot, eleven shot, twelve Them four shots, gonna keep me outta jail I be, damned if I fail, BK know me well And take your precint to war, before I take a fall I'm good with them free throws, like I play ball When the war is on, it's McGirt that you call The last man standing, heavy with the cannon Come through on a bike, with a bulletproof, prancin' Leave you in your pearl, put you on the porch, dancin' And leave your brains on the back of a white shirt While they playin' some old school shit by Al and Bert I'm not gonna stop til I'm under the dirt [Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard] If ya'll want war Let's get it on Cuz we don't care Where ya'll from [Thirstin Howl III] One shot, two shot, three shot, four I wear that gold chain that used to be yours Five shot, six shot, seven shot, eight Shotgun shells give your face a new shape Nine shot, ten shot eleven shot, twelve That last fucking bullet I'ma save it for myself Speed luger, weed smoking, walking with the pistola Somebody gotta die for this shit to be over Brownsville, pull your gold card membership Rikers Island styling, just courted sentences You been a bitch since your thing started showing Glocks down in Moscow, did the jooks out in Poland Leather trench, villain shit, gutter crime citizen Show the something hand held with shells to kill you with My heart's the realest thing to ever fill a clip [Hook 2X] [Interlude: Thirstin Howl III] Yeah yeah, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Roc-A-Fella Thirstin Howl III, Skillionare Enterprises Melbeatz, Optic Records This universal right here, all around the world Ya know what I mean? This is breaking language barriers righ here When you dirty and thirsty at the same time, somebody's gon get hurt [Hook 2X w/ Thirstin Howl III ad libs] Last Call[Ol' Dirty Bastard] This recordin is Dirty and it's Stinkin Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinkin, about Droppin this single on the charts, lettin ya know Hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being Dope, but in my last jam, niggas slept on my notes You thought that I was weak? Huh? Let me speak My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet So listen mister, don't you ever forget The rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it With Comet, for even Wolrex, some tried Ajax Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds Lyrics that be flowin from miles around So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut Now I make ya fall to ya butt [Master Fool] Ho-ho-hold up, Master Fool Takin' it on down, jugga-jugga-ju Fall on ya butt, ya ass gon' hurt They call us WINGWORM cuz we mastered this dirt I act like a drunk but I'm out for the dough I mastered the funk, Dirt mastered the ho's Only Master play the Fool, I worked hard and paid my dues Tony Snatcher played the fool And man meater eater played the bone I come in the club with no ID They gon' have to close the club up messin wit me Up.. Dirty and Stinkin stuff It's that Dirty dick NUH with the Stinkin nuts Last Call now drink it up Me and Dirt want a pound for some Stinkin stuff [Hook x2: Master Fool] Last Call for alcohol, everybody out the bar Get ya back up off the wall People.. ohh.. ohh.. people.. ohh.. ohh [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, let me continue, verse number two Style is wild, dirty and stinkin like doo-doo If ya hangin around, ya changed ya mind It is a bad influence, but yo it's my rhyme I sit down and I say to myself, "Self Yo, are you rated top the shelf?" I drop the single for you to get a dose of As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa Gettin paid? Yeah right, Willy Why askin me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee Taste like a forty, Stinkin like Old-E [Master Fool] Fool in this bitch, where the fuck is the drinks? No open bar!?! Where the fuck is the drinks? That bitch over there with her man tuckin his link All strip club bitches straight clutchin his mink Niggas official, big guns, wavin the pistol My dogs lookin for the brew now we bitin the gristle (Stop fuckin with them guns son you playin too much) Catch a charge drinkin bro', I ain't playin too rough Fucks! Lay in the cuts and hug the butts Grab a big five whether you a scrub or not Robbery, robbery, pop, pop, poppin like a Glock Robbery, robbery, drop, drop, drop it like it's hot [Hook x4] [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo Heard Master singin that shit? Stinkin blue Palmaid.. Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo.. WindpipeFeaturing Ghostface, RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard [rza] Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo Yo park the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home Flip the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage I open and fold ya thought he fucked a ogre I leave the cats the book of food stamps ???? The box of evil a fifty sack of that lethal Adjust these boots and bloody cube steaks from keebu [odb] 4x What party can you go to And I ain't there you bitches actin like they don't care [rza] You bitches actin like you don't care You bitches actin like you YO Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks Golden platinum things unstainable I chew rocks Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded Land, like my cousin dusty dirty as dan Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan Tapes we dub pound you wit the ace of club Climb your tree to a shub Tongue kiss a lion and kidnap her cub Passin it portrait My bitch spread eagle wild orchid Pussy so wet you could fuck it wit a soft tipped dick Tickle the tonsil you could hear her coughin I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out to fuck Tyra Starks might fuck Mya [odb] I'm the pussy vampire [Chorus] 4X [Ghostface] Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin I'm two seconds fromt wistin ya'll shit over nuttin All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid In a minute almost hung yourself slit ya wrists To the maximum hand me the forty I'll thrash and Split out guests wit gash lemon goes throw his laz gone Trama the block pro bar sledge slang ho Runnin from to and sharles some rap and I might blow World cup, some been blessed wit the Stanley Yvonne lendl ordered lamb racket wit the cam key Sideline maneuver, polish wax MC remover Niggas wit long nails cuttin me leavin bruises Candle lows tied a thousand an ya'll froze Came home an dust that doo tryin to play me close We've been peaked for years now Liz wants to choppin the kid I might do magic make him disappear Rearose that nigga Isotoner Coca-Cola holder snap the granola Sprinkle ginko polish Venom from a cobra lace in the come he brought older Soaked through a strainer here's a doser The King James version is paid just like Samsung Wit effects that'll kill rogers double O seven Hanna Barbera hops the opposite abandoned the deer Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher Or maybe captain entenail, connect and then blow the seal Nice like mister whittendale your girl Chippendale Shallah bridge all up in ya dog dial trench When I snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back And where's the key to the hatchback pop that Get in throw a bag full of mice and then respect that [Girl] 4X What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there These niggas actin like they don't care What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there These hoes actin like they don't care Children Sik ’Em[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Goldy Hawn)] Every horror movie they can attack ya ass If you fuckin' wit the Ol' Dirt Dog Bitch what's his name... in Wu-Tang Bitch, if you didn't hear it muthafuckin' You heard it now, on radio 98.7 "Time to go to sleep" (Aight, it's time for ya bitch ass muthafuckas to go to sleep, then Big Bad Wolves, niggas Yo son, aiyo Dirt you ready, ready?) I'm ready, I'm ready All you bitches ready to go steady (Yo, hit them niggas wit that shit, son) To the girls over there (to the bitches) To the niggas over there (to my niggas) From the front, to the back, packed everywhere Wanna get smacked out the atmosphere (you wanna get smacked?) My name is Dirt Dog, bitch, I don't know where and how My name is Dirt Dog, and in pilgrim, you smile Bitch you get murdered from the first start (Aiyo, God, you gotta fuck the shit up iller than The that shit son, right there, man, for real man?) Turn it up, turn it up, turn the headphones up (Word?) One-two, one-two (one-two ya'll) It don't stop ya'll (it don't, ya'll) Won't stop ya'll [Hook 6X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Goldy Hawn] Children sik 'em (children sik 'em) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Murder was the first artwork obtained A nigga didn't know the seven half ounces of brain You try to maintain, you didn't know the slang My name is from the Wu-Tang, nigga, I kill a buttfucka up to slain Nigga, Wu-Tang, you could never ever hang I said it again and again and again Nigga you fooled cuz you didn't know this Cuz I'm the specialist [Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (sampled kids)] Children sik 'em (when they're gonna get you) Children sik' 'em (when they're gonna get you) Children sik 'em (I'm not asleep) Children sik 'em (it's time to go to sleep) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] You didn't have no power to predict in them The Dirt Dog came wit the natural handsome and slim Style that came wit the buckwild Nigga, I taught 'em, nigga I treat 'em Nigga, don't know how to reach them My name is Dirt Dog I keep those speeches in From down down Martin Luther King to Malcolm X I make the niggas come up and give recess Blaow! She don't know my Elijah Muhammed style Fuck a nigga up wild, I am up on the couch The Dirt Dog nigga, never foul Fuck a nigga up, a spirit attack ya wild How? Cuz hip hop don't stop the groove, ya'll I make a nigga caution at the smooth yard Styles that make you wanna roll up in the streets And go up in ya house, because ya streets and ya house is talkin' to you You want to get a haunted house Amittyville What you, what you say, and do [Hook 2X] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I grew up, in the L.P. crew Muthafucka, me, Ro' and Johnny Q Nigga Johnny, attackin' on ya analog ass niggas Cuz you was on the dick and you wasn't fuckin' lookin' at me Master Born, and on top of them niggas, you was rollin' wit me Shit, RZA came through and Popa Wu Muthafucka, we ran ya whole muthafuckin' crew Don't act like we didn't know what the fuck to do Muthafucka, we taught ya bitch ass kung fu, too What, what, you wanna talk about? You won't know know no kung fu if I'm not in ya house Dirt Dog, yo' Busta Rhymes I ain't got nothin' against you But ya fucked my boo, it's all good, nigga, true Dirt Dog, do it for you, hip hop don't fuck wit me, who How, when, what, where, gonna get you [Hook 2X] [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] And if you ever go against the nigga, you die Enough dyin', enough unmultiplyin' White boys, white girls, when you hear this noise Go crazy, attack a nigga like a muthafuckin' Muthafuckin', animal, savage, beast Comin' through ya muthafuckin' house Bitch, you couldn't reach This style that's fuckin' you up Can’t waitYo yo, Miami, yo California North, east, west and south motherfucka Yo check this out this is dirt dog I'm here to make you scream Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait I ain't no actor my shits for real Thigh master If I don't get paid two or three million dollars on Monday I'm a bring on the Armageddon it's Monday Fuck that feeling, this for reeling Nigga I want my noalin' Make it rain, hail, storm and earthquake Uh! That's what I'm saving Play that music in your trunk The cocaine got my stuck Nigga I'm from the ghetto How many celebrities from the ghetto? Dirty your crazy, I'm crazy about your music Dirty your crazy, you're a nut case you're a fucking nut case Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait A to the pox doing night fever Cancer, herpes, mumps, seizures Diabetes, TV if your against me You die easier Cops don't have a show whatsoever Ain't no more doctors, ministers Nurses can't give us searches There won't be electric, won't be churches 'Cause your body go against you Whether it's a lie or whether it's true You can't use violent mentalities anymore It ain't lambskin you can't use the word napkin Nigga you're sleeping Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait I can't wait hold on hold on hold on I'm diplomatic playing pen and pad Ratatat you're a scared cat 'Cause I have a tat put you up like that You can't stand that, 'cause you gotta scat You couldn't even move, don't know how to groove Bitch take off your shoes, take up the brew Motherfucker you knew, fucking with the doo Dirt dog don't make any room Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait I want to give a shutout to funk master flex And all the DJs across the world I want to give a shutout to my nigga Lupe I want to give a shutout to my nigga Suge knight To my nigga Dr. Dire, snoop dog I want to give a shutout to um, um, what's them niggas, outcast? I want to give a shutout to um, them crazy niggas In parts of the world that I never been too I want to give a shutout to the eskimos I want to give a shutout to the submarines I want to give a shutout to the army, navy, air force, marines Know what I'm saying? Y'all playing my music In the submarines and the boats Play that shit know what I'm saying? It's called traveling music busting ya ass style Yo big baby Jesus it's one love I give a shout out to all the women I give a shout out to all the babies All the munch kins all across the world play a, God I want to give a shutout to all the school teachers I give a shout out to um, um, myself Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait Big baby Jesus I can't wait I give a shout out to the woo tang, tang, tang The Brooklyn zoo Fire[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Two steps from the border line Anything closer will kiss the nine Think I'm out the game? You out of your mind Cuz I stay on track, like transit line (FIRE!) Keep it nappy or braided up Dirty in the cockpit, blazin' up (FIRE!) Stop frontin' when you made it up Tellin' all my hoes, you can't spray it up (FIRE!) Hah, huggin' nuts like tighty whites Still trickin' on hoes like Heidi Fleiss (FIRE!) You know why niggas don't give you much respect Cuz they seen you gettin' slapped with the empty gat (FIRE!) Know Dirt, like bow know death When I'm huntin' down, birds in rap (FIRE!) Hate Dog, cuz I ate your cat And you can eat my ass and have a coke with that (FIRE!) Use a spoon, unless you want a fork Pull my dick out, watch the room get dark (FIRE!) Stay high with the zombie walk Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks [Chorus: sample (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Let me hear it) FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Ohhhhhhhhh) FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Let me hear it, ohhhhhhhhhhh) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] What can make a hoe, look more cuter But, Hennessey shots, and smoke more Buddha (FIRE!) Now you hungry, wanna eat right through her But you better first track for a noter (FIRE!) Like does she have a best friend, or a daughter Has she ever tried fuckin' under water (FIRE!) Misinterpetate, let me break it down Two pulls make the your merry go round (FIRE!) Touch your toes, show me that rose Butt naked, in a Wu-Tang pose (FIRE!) Wide open, girl, everything goes Real freaky, when you powder that nose [Chorus] The Park[ODB] Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin, to you? I was in Riker's Island, youknowhatI'msayin? High impact, youknowhatI'msayin? They they had me pickin cigarettes (SLAM!) A thousand cigarettes up off the floor Doin push-ups, all that bullshhhh Yo I'm tryin to (SLAM!) I just wanna give a shout, to all the jails everywhere Cause you know, I know it's a game (Just SLAM!) YaknowhatI'msayin? The government got a game Get all the brothers locked down (This one, is a hit, it's called SLAM!) But it ain't like that baby! Knahmsayin? I'm not havin it no more (Doin it at the park) Me personally, knowhatI'msayin? (Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!) Yo, check this out (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) This is the jam called SLAMMMMM (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (Doin it at the park) (Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) Yo, yo bust thissssssss! Yo white boy don't you got a shadow? Black boy don't you got teeth, what the fuck is the beef? Some tame buck nigga in the movie, said a little poetry Had some problems with the cops, cause his man gun was hot And of course, fuck that red tape (*gavel pounds three times* "Guilty!!") [Coolio] I gotta spit at y'all, they runnin some shit on y'all Or should I say yes, cause I'm still on the bus So y'all is really me it's just, y'all is already you I hereby do declare, all of us is we Quit your silly-ass games and, petty-ass dirts see and put Greed to the side for good For your heart it's like a court minus time divide (Doin it at the park) (Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (Doin it at the park) (Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (A-dubba-dubba-dah!) [Coolio] We live in a society created by an empire That's based on terror, welcome to the One World Era A complete interruption to your lil' paultry ass life That you thought you was livin, and what you been given No more Benzes to roll in, fat-ass stacks of money Cause ain't no such thing as money I bet y'all niggas think it's funny Put your money where your mouth or where your mouth used to be Cause ain't shit on this planet, or in this life for free We gonna do it like Osirus and The Warriors in the dark Get your niggas and my niggas and some mo' niggas And have a meeting in the park! [ODB] Lost in the sauce, cause you think you got force Get this across, there is only ONE boss A NUH got it locked down, while NUH be dumbfound And got alllll on the surrounnnnnd!! Who you think own the ships planes and trains? Now you got a white man's name! (Doin it at the park) (Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (Doin it at the park) (Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) [C] Yo whassup son? [O] Yo whaSSUP lOC? [C] You ready to heat it up at make this system smoke? [O] BLAOW, BLAOW, BLAOW [Coolio] We want knowledge, we want wisdom Y'all want bars, Cristal and bitches [ODB] We want off shore bank accounts, property We wanna show you how to do it, properly [Coolio] Fuck your friends, stack your ends The next time somebody tryin to run game, then pretend That they runnin game then, run game back and [O] Yo let him let him roll off in his Cadillac [C] Cause real players play the back [O] Old schooL FLAVA!!!! (Doin it at the park) (Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (Doin it at the park) (Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (Doin it at the park) (Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) (Ohhh yeah, rock the park) Free With Money[Ol' Dirty Bastard] All I wanna be is free with mad fucking money, man Be free with mad money You never be free fucking with these white boys Ol’ Dirty Bastard(Ol Dirty Bastard is doing a Martin Lawrence comedy skit from Raw) (this is going on in the background during the Intro and part Of the first verse) You know God damn well I don't smoke this shit Meth [coughing] Know damn well I don't smoke this sheyit Know damn well! I remember when we used to go down to the creek Member when we used to go down to the creek? And used to dip your head in the water? Everybody thought you had it in you, you know You used to jump out the water The water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy What? I said the water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy [Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard] Clean out my vocals Yeah, I said YEAH I said zuckazuhzuhzuh, zuckazuhzuh [more nonsense noises] Chkccha ckchcka Brooklyn, zucka Zoo C'mon baby baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby, c'mon! [Verse One:] Superlogical this, superlogical that I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap I elect myself President MC My career so intelligent, unique physique Then with mathematics, not democratic Static, topic, Asiatic Zssshuh, them unique, never leak, brlaharl... Bring it on back Superlogical this, superlogical that I detect your dialect by the way you rappp! I elect myself President MC My career so intelligent, unique physique Doin mathematics and I'm not democratci No static, topic, I'm Asiatic See, I'm Unique, never... blarhalal... [Verse Two: Method Man, Ol Dirty Bastard] Crazy, lurkin in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty Get your weight up, don't take me lightly Blasted, dirty to the grain I be stained with the madness It's the Meth-Tical with the Bastard MZA MZA my name is the Ol Dirty Bas My gammmmme, to kick your ass Dnnah duh dnnh dnnh duh duh! Dnnah dnh duh duh duh dahhhhhh! Flip and relax, take an Ex-Lax, I'm shittin On the industry that was frontin now they missin What everybody else is gettin Cuz they wasn't representin the real... ...appeal, like me and, old time When it comes to the microphone who killed the swine? Be the original G Do the rhymin on time and in the place to be [Interlude: Old Dirty Bastard, Method Man] You are now in my trance You are getting sleeeeeepyyyyyy You are now getting sleeeepyyyyy And sleeeeppieeerrrrr And sleepy, and sleepy [Verse Three: Method Man] This one here's for my people, my people Enter the 36 chambers, the sequel Part two, for me and the cipher troop With the Teflon lyrics that you can't get through With the twenty-two automatic rap you pack, what? You ain't hittin with that wack shit you kickin Straight from the beginning, of the game All the way to the ninth inning, I bring the pain Dark like the midnight train on the track by the RZA Diesel like Arnold Schwarzanegger [Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard] The hardware, choose the hardware Ask you a question, test the Ason Extra extra, read the drama and thennn another one Which you intrigue, do your rap fatigue in the... Ohhhh.... Here I go, aauhhh Yeahhh... (shit that makes me high) Obey Me (Shash’U Remix)Yeah! Yeah! [Chorus] Bitches better obey me Because I'm the truth! Truth! Bitches better obey me Because I'm the truth! Truth! Wu-Tang fuck niggas up Straight up We talking about how y'all feeling Killarmy in the place to be [Verse 1] Yo yo, [?] Get up on stage and control your hoes while your hoin' Don't get it in line, I'm a celebrity All you chump ass niggas 'round me You can't get it for free I break down your whole army I'm wearing a two-hundred pound vest on A two-hundred pound ankle bracelet on A two-hundred pound wrist band on I'm healthy and I'm strong, fuck it You pussies are hypnotized Now get on you pussy and ride I only do to the bitches my fans And if you like it we'll do it again and again You wanna [?] my [?] Take off your shoes bitch , don't feel bored [Chorus] Bitches better obey me Because I'm the truth! Truth! Bitches better obey me Because I'm the truth! Truth! [Verse 2] I come to bite your neck I keep chains around your neck You'll never stop choking Around your ankles I keep a pair of handcuffs round them [Chorus x2] Bitches better obey me Because I'm the truth! Truth! Bitches better obey me Because I'm the truth! Truth! Cute Devils[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Alright, my man, that's cool? [Man] Yup! Sorry I didn't recognize you when you first came in, man [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Man, that's alright, man, shit, man, aight Aight, thanks alot man, you know You got the young white folks, man They be all cute and shit Little cute white folks, huh? Little cute devils Highjack[Female] Yeah, let's coming over here, as the Queen Latifah get [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Huh? [Female] Ya'll wanna come over here still after the Queen Latifah episode? [Ol' Dirty Bastard] What happened? [Female] You didn't hear about what happened to Queen Latifah right, on the corner? [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Nah, what happened? [Female] She got highjacked [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Highjacked? What you mean somebody *car driving away noise* [Female] She told me they took her -- they took her BMW Carjacked, brother [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Shit word? I need some action in my life Right now I ain't got nothing but nobody to highjack What you gonna take, my beeper? Anybody (Remix)(feat. E-40 & C-Murder) [Intro: C-Murder] Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya heard? Yeah, it's real out here Killa block notch, wit' the ODB NYC, CP-3, nigga, what? Let me ask you a question What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?) How you feel like my name now (How you feel 'bout me now?) How you feel like C now? What do you think about the ODB now? (What?) What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?) How you feel like my name now (How you feel about me now?) How you feel like my name now (I told you I wanted somethin') [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, bite that point, the habit apprievin' No hope to find, that you're misbehavin' Link your crupid, fuck your brewin' Flash the burgers on your crewin' Cuz the monks, skippin' from the other MC's I got the amazing ability I get on the mic so you can have a ball I could fly through the air and stick to the wall I could take a punch or get hit by a car Could go to the nearest or farthest star As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk about Pop a word out of trace just to be in the house [Chorus: E-40] So pimped out about my big spendish I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra chrystall Anybody dat wanna pop off at the lip Anybody that wanna give me banana split It's only E-40, Murder in this bitch All the money motivated me to biatch Three soldiers from the East, South and West Street soldiers holdin' it down for they vets [C-Murder] I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Dirty Bastard And my flows comin' faster than a jet to Alaska I ask ya how you feelin' my collabo' The CP3, the ODB from NYC the ghetto B Light it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, let me crush Don't worry about how it looks, put some momey on my books Only God can judge me now That's when I heard the click click, I was Christened I ain't with them are you wid that Let them whistles out them pistols Let loose on them troops and then shake 'em like Cherok smoke I slam dunk 'em like Shaq I wanna be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me? Chorus [E-40] Hey sluggin', wanna hit this rock dowm (rock down) I only got one world, mane, I feel like take this to the thick of him Under there, got the smell, you do the hoe you hear Fuck it there, let me get a swig of that Thunder Bird OK, it's cute, it's squashed Now, no though mane, lets have a back wash Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter, biatch [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I stage a place, place stage a me I'm a vision of truth, just a true MC Love hiphop so much, mic won't untouched Thugs grow unbust, bitch won't get fucked Every 40 ounce cracked, every napsack packed Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass, the record gets scrapped Oh, the record gets scrapped, the record gets scrapped Chorus [Outro: E-40] And there you have it E-40 the bonzerelli The ballatician from the Soyo block soil Turf hall, been through it all Hard 'til we have it all (hard 'til we have it all) Ay look it's C-Murder and Ol'Dirty Bastard If you don't stay your ass out of trouble What's up boy? ODB We got the same motherfuckin' birthday Novermber the 12th to be exact motherfuckers What the fuck you drinkin'? Fortay Get 'em off this motherfucker.. Waitress #13[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Just be all -- I be hungry, man I just can't take this man Oh my God, I need some food! Chill baby -- I wish this muthafucking black nigga Would shut the hell up I love you too, darling Brooklyn Zoo (Stripped Version)[Intro] Shit Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now Ain't no– none of them niggas can't fuck with me What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What? Bust your motherfucking ass, boy I ain't no motherfucking joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that nigga ass, word up) Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'? I'll fuck you up right now Yeah, what? What? What? He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him [Verse] I'm the one-man army, Ason I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out I drop science like Cosby dropping babies Enough to make a nigga go crazy In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines Your ass thought you were better than Ason? I keep planets in orbit While I be coming with deeper and more shit Enough to make you break and shake your ass As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes This style, I'm mastered in Niggas catching headaches, what? What? You need aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol Fuck around, get sprayed with Lysol In your face like a can of mace, baby Is it burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning How I don't even like your motherfucking profile Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow Last seen and heard, no one knows You forget, niggas be quiet as kept Now you know nothing Before you knew a whole fucking lot Your ass don't wanna get shot A lot of MC's came to my showdown And watched me put your fucking ass low down As you can go, below zero Without a doubt, I never been tooken out By a nigga who couldn't figure Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure How to pull a fucking gun trigger, I said "Get the fuck outta here" Nigga wanna get too close to the utmost But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name My hip-hop drops on your head like rain And when it rains it pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw Talent that I got will rizzock the spot MCs I'll be burning, burning hot Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target Nigga, get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit So I'll take your ass out quick The mics, I'm had it, my nigga, you can suck my dick If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock "Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back) I rock the microphone, kill the M-I-C I get happy as I wanna be [Outro] Nigga, don't ever fuck with the Ol' Dirty Bastard I'll fuck a nigga up any time, any day, any motherfucking way Give it to you, nigga Take your fucking ass home where you belong I'll fuck around, get physical on your shit right motherfucking now Know what I'm saying? Shimmy Shimmy[Intro: Mickey] Oh, .... you can't even sing Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay Ooh baby i like it rawww Yeah baby i like it rawww Oooh baby i like it rawww Yeah baby i like it rawww Ooh baby i like it rawww Yeah baby i like it rawww Ooh baby i like it rawww Yeah baby i like it rawww Shimmy Shimmy Ya (2020 Remaster)[Intro] Aw, I don't want to fuck you, you can't even sing You have to sing, or something, to get some pussy [Chorus] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Ahem) [Verse 1] Shimmy-shimmy, ya, shimmy-yam, shimmy-yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodger Brooklyn squad (Woo) Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm (Ah) Rain on your college-ass disco dorm (Woo) For you to even touch my skill You gotta hold the one killer bee and he aim for the kill now Chop that down, pass it all around Lyrics get hard quick, cement to the ground For any MC in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam, my flow is like bam Jump on stage and then I dip down [Interlude] (I like the way you talk) [Chorus] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Ahem) Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Ahem) [Interlude] [Verse 1] Shimmy-shimmy, ya, shimmy-yam, shimmy-yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodger Brooklyn squad (Woo) Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm (Ah) Rain on your college-ass disco dorm (Woo) For you to even touch my skill You gotta hold the one killer bee and he aim for the kill now Chop that down, pass it all around Lyrics get hard quick, cement to the ground For any MC in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam, flow is like bam Jump on stage and then I dip down [Refrain] Shi-shimmy-shimmy, ya, yeah Shi-shi-shimmy-shimmy, ya, shimmy-yam, shimmy-yay Shi-shimmy-shimmy, ya, shimmy-yam, shimmy-yay Shi-shi-shimmy, shi-shimmy-shimmy, ya, shimmy-yam, shimmy-yay Shi-shimmy, shi-shi-shimmy-shimmy, ya, shimmy-yam, shimmy-yay Give me the mic so I can take it away, shimmy-shimmy, ya [Outro] You can't even sing You have to sing or something to get some pussy Brooklyn Zoo song (remix)[Intro: ODB, Mickey Mouse] Shame on you when you step through the Old Dirty Bastard Brooklyn Zoo Brooklyn Zoo (2020 Remaster)[Intro] Shit Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now Ain't no– none of them niggas can't fuck with me What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What? Bust your motherfucking ass, boy I ain't no motherfucking joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that nigga ass, word up) Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'? I'll fuck you up right now Yeah, what? What? What? He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him [Verse] I'm the one-man army, Ason I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out I drop science like Cosby dropping babies Enough to make a nigga go crazy In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines Your ass thought you were better than Ason? I keep planets in orbit While I be coming with deeper and more shit Enough to make you break and shake your ass As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes This stylе, I'm mastered in Niggas catching headachеs, what? What? You need aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol Fuck around, get sprayed with Lysol In your face like a can of mace, baby Is it burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning How I don't even like your motherfucking profile Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow Last seen and heard, no one knows You forget, niggas be quiet as kept Now you know nothing Before you knew a whole fucking lot Your ass don't wanna get shot A lot of MC's came to my showdown And watched me put your fucking ass low down As you can go, below zero Without a doubt, I never been tooken out By a nigga who couldn't figure Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo) How to pull a fucking gun trigger, I said "Get the fuck outta here" Nigga wanna get too close to the utmost But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name My hip-hop drops on your head like rain And when it rains it pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw Talent that I got will rizzock the spot MCs I'll be burning, burning hot Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target Nigga, get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit So I'll take your ass out quick The mics, I'm had it, my nigga, you can suck my dick If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock "Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back) [Chorus] Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo (Brooklyn Zoo, what?) Shame on you when you step through to (My nigga) The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo [Outro] What? My nigga Shame on you Shame— Shame on you when you step through to— Shame on— Shame on— Shame on you when you step through to— Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo What? My nigga Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] See let a nigga come through with that bullshit Any time you pop that shit, nigga I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy I know, it'll come to what? Say what? Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know See them knows that this is something you can't fuck Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan You from Queens, nigga I don't give a fuck where you be, motherfucker Where you reside, motherfucker How you live? How you see? [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow [Buddha Monk - Brooklyn Zu] Dirty, can you hear me? Rawness I’m inflicting It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening Ignite the styles, I got my hand upon thе trigger Starts from the smallest and hits thе bigger nigga [Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man] Yo, straight out the lava by them hell fires A known mental killer, born thriller, assassin of terror A hot bloody fatal mixture of carbon and water Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order Start the mission, travel like the speed of wind Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many men Serving justice in my vicinity [Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu] (This is, Brooklyn, Zu) [Murdoc - Brooklyn Zu] I get down, I get down, I crack your fucking crown Lay around and watch some real niggas break ground I can't shop cause every bro blowing up the spot Hit rocks and niggas know [Killah Priest - Sunz of Man] Yo, niggas grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion Nervous, that's why the Zu brought me in Now bring 'em forth, like the tortures at the courts Before the case begin, first break me in His brain, and make sure he can't maintain the calmness Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this Stage light now appears to be the moon Now your posse is your fucking platoon Stale sound just flows through the air I'm like a ninja, once I send ya cold stares Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist with the clearest rhyme Erupt to deduct your fucking mind [12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu] Fuck shit up on the hurry-up Known for burying ducks through more styles than a monk Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump Never fall victim to no bitch Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp And score more points than Shawn Kemp Keeping powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut (Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a—) [Shorty Shit Stain - Brooklyn Zu] Got more props than the President My hardcore represent Blowing niggas back who never had this 'Cause I'm gifted, so you can gift wrap the shit I'm kicking and send it to your moms for Christmas And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant 'Cause niggas rap styles just down, it's expired You should've stayed home instead of picking up a microphone But if you wanna run on up, like you tough I call your bluff and blow you down with my hardcore stuff I shine like twenty-four carat, niggas know [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Roll and stroll with the party scene Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and Test my skill niggas, you're tripping Drugged up from sniffing, you're the one who's riffing I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith Start to flip, slip cause you're slipping While you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen As I jump on stage, flip rip a show Strip and rip a ho, way like Bo Jackson while I'm still taxing maxing Relaxing sitting back, silly attraction Again and again when I rock the jam Wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand Introducing one-man band in town It's wild, more the style couldn't stand nigga When the jump stepped to the center Of the rhyme inventor, MCs' tormentor You get dap slapped, across the MC map Your ass that's your ass on a whore shot Come on through I black and blue your whole crew Then I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Phoo' Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style That I lay down like tile, then I get higher [60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man] Here comes the ill, type ruffer Style be untouched I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the pen Who, who, what? What brings it? Tighter than your anus Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill 60 Second, nucleus, attack on your set Hit you with the blast (Yo, close the door) Shabazz Freestyle On Big Max New Jacks Of Rap[ODB] The terminology and psychology You still expect me to accept? Do what I say of the (TDK?) With the button on record and the other on play Thus I press pause for a serious cause To respect an intellect with the gradifying Now that I'm ready, let the music begin As I detake what I wrote with my bulletpoint To the time that I spent, the money that I lend Rap records when I'm just about 8 cents Then it came a new way to getting paid They said rhyming on the mic is the number one trait When the brother get the feeling that he wanna play cool The discouberrated, diabolical fool, all flesh MC Go play in the mud, you know ... 20, if you ... (a)nother century ... modern day is a chad Is a cannibal, human or an underground dweller Chad broke loose from the goddamn cellar Dope fiend addict why you walk, why you roam? With the aquired, immune, deficiency sydrome When the MC's came to live out their name Most rock the rhymes that was all the same But when I elevated the mass of the time You stimulated from the high force rhyme You got shocked because you knew you were (?) Like the sucker MC, from of my block Talking to you, you MC crew When I speak about wonder, speaking bout two Speaking bout the, who swear they can rhyme You wanna battle the god? you lose everytime Retake the port inside my box, just b... of my doorcells And it did not rock! Well it's not my style or your profile Its just the (?) the time that rocks more while See, I be the motivating, dominating supreme force The cultivating, activating cream and sauce The wise educated and I'm gonna be, you and I, to the (Q.U.E?) Yo Peace, Dirt Bas out kid Raw Hide (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah I wanna let all y'all niggas know in here tonight That this is that Wu-Tang shit This that shit that's gonna get you high See when you stimulate your own mind for one common cause You see who's the real motherfuckers See what you see, is you what you see? (You nuh see it? Wu-Tang a-run tings) Be the original G Rhymin' on timin' in the place to be (Run blood claat tings) Ladies love seein' me [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed I want action, that's what I need I never put doubt on my mind 'Cause I know when I touch the mic it's the rhyme See murder which is caused When you fuck with the negative and positive charge Then they came up out my garage With the hit that's gonna be large Tired of sittin' on my fuckin' ass Niggas I know be runnin' around with mad fuckin' cash Who the fuck wanna be an MC? If you can't get paid to be a fuckin' MC? I came out my momma pussy, I'm on welfare Twenty-six years old, still on welfare So I gotta get paid fully Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully With my Boston bloodthirsty posse P-E-A-C-E [Chorus: Method Man] Move 'em in, move 'em in Move 'em out, move 'em out Stick it up Raw hide [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, gotta come back to attack Killin' niggas who said they got stacks, 'cause I don't give a fuck I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood or bustin' your fuckin face, some blood I'm goin' out my fuckin' mind Every time I get around devils, ha-ha Let me calm down, you niggas better start runnin' 'Cause I'm comin', I'm dope like fuckin' heroin Wu-Tang Bloodkin, a goblin, who come tough like lambskin Imagine, gettin' shot up with Ol' Dirty insulin You bound to catch AIDS or somethin' Not sayin' I got it, but nigga if I got it, you got it [Verse 3: Raekwon & Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, check the bulletproof fly shit, strong like chopstick (What (What)) Then I'll remain to tear your frame while I freaks it Like some fly new sneaks and shit Now eat my shit, bitch tried to creep and got hit 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 like John Gotti Collidin' on the track like gin and watty Check the calendar, I warn any challenger to step up Feel the blast from the silencer [Chorus: Method Man] Move 'em in, move 'em in Move 'em out, move 'em out Stick it up Raw hide [Verse 4: Method Man] Comin' soon to a theatre near you, it be the Wu Yeah, find yourself in the square and see it's true Actual facts to snack on and chew My positive energy sounds peace to you A wise man killed one horse and made glue Wicked women puttin' period blood in stew Don't that make the stew witches brew? I fear for the eighty-five that don't got a clue How could he know what the fuck he never knew? God Cypher Divine come to show and come to prove A mystery God that's the work of Yakub The Holy Ghost got you scared to death kid, boo (Boo, boo, boo) [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, we always gotta keep it fly Fly for you to feel what you wants to feel See Wu-Tang'd like to thank, all the people across the country All the people in America, all the people outside of America For listenin' to our music We gotta keep it fly for ya See this ain't somethin' new That's just gonna come out of nowhere, no This is somethin' old and dirty And dirty Yeah Hippa To Da Hoppa (2020 Remaster)[Intro] My beats are slamming [Verse 1] My beats are slamming from the rugged programming My man Bob Marley, hey, my man I'm jamming You could never touch the stamina, while I'm ramming the Hip hop crowd makes me rah, rah, rah Other MC's got flipped with the ease Begging me for mercy, gon' stop the music please No 'cause I'm a pro, rap to the convo Make a crowd say "Ho", at a strip show Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb Boom, blowing up niggas mad bigger than the trigger So you betta' run for cover Niggas better loosеn they ass, felt the glass A forty ouncе bottle, yo, yo, yo money, yo pass Woo-woo-woo, I swear to lives Is he gonna live doc'? No the nigga died The maximum of MC's are populating The minimum of those MC's are dominating They're all in together now (All in together now) To what, what, who? Rhymes come stinkin' like a girl's poo-poo [Chorus] Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa [Verse 2] Ah shit, here I go once again Rhyme gets shitty from the time that I spend I come old like toe fungus mold Ask my grand-pop, "Pop Duke give me soul" (Give me soul, give me soul) Then I came with that old Al Green shit Sadie, taught me the ballistic I get you blurry in your eye with a high note Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked The shit I'm dropping is stinking up your area When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier I keep my breath smelling like shit so I can get funky (Funky) Baby, I'm not having it [Chorus] Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa [Instrumental Break] [Outro] The Hellfire style (Yup) Dragon fist Horse fist Bastard, I didn't know who you were Mickey Mouse song[Intro: Masta Killa] Masta and the Killa is the name [record scratching] Suuuuuuu! [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Mickey Mouse)] Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy yay Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy yay Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy yay [Wu-Tang Clan] Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang!! (X4) Brooklyn Zoo II (Tiger Crane) [2020 Remaster][Intro] One, two, one, two, you taping this? All types of shit, yo, let that shit ride Word to mother, turn up the microphone Get all that good shit, get all that good shit (One, two, one, two) One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two Now niggas know Shit, yo, yo, check this out, check this joint This is strictly for the radio, yo I just want all y'all to know The reason why I curse is because my mama and my daddy They grew up cursin' So please respect my style, please [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-ooh Oh, shit, nah I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole stamina Here comes the medical examiner One verse then you out for the count Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount Yeah, yo, I'm sorry (Come on) I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina Here comes the medical examiner One verse then you're out for the count Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount Wake you up and then I ask you How do you intend this Competition to get an ass kickin' so tremendous? You shouldn't bother this Leave me alone like a son, he'll be fatherless I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco And MC's start to vanish I rolled up on a jet black kid, the nigga started speakin' Spanish Yo, you wasn't from Panama I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said, "Suntanima" He responded so fast, you made me laugh Hahaha, scared your ass Kick the hundred strongest rhymes Then I brought out the punk in him Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms Told him enter the Wu-Tang Witness the Shaolin slang that crush any shit you bring I watch your ass take a big fall, why? My Main Source is like a friendly game of stickball And as you step up to bat, man, I play the Riddler You try to do me for my nigga, I'll change to Hitler I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin' ass stayed Home and play Yahtzee Or watchin' Happy Days sweatin' Potsie With Ralph and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi [Verse 2: Ghostface Killer] Yo, Unique, yo, kid Check this shit out, yo, yo Ninety-five niggas is wasted Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted Foamin' out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease It's not magic, gaming is the gadget World classic big national high attracts dear graphics Lampin' in my own zone, my physical show Inhale bones Tony Stark, for the diamond in Rome He's convincin', labelled one man rap convention The nigga that'll gun down eighty Frenchmen Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual I plant crimes inside vocals My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin' dream Shuttle and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my nigga (Yeah) [Interlude: Samples] Back but forgot the chainsaw And when I perform a massacre Better be comin' with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular Come on, can I get a Wu-Tang? Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain (Say what?) I'm the one man army, Ason I never been tooken out My mama taught me this shit And my daddy learned from my mama Which is good, which is good (Sweet sugar pie) I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop Chamber number nine, verse thirty-two Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo That a— [Outro] Shame on you when you step through to Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo What? My nuh Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo To the West coast To the East coast To the North coast To the South When you take North, East, West, South Put it all together and it spell news Then you got the ol' rhythm, bastard blues And you don't stop So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker [Spoken] Listen up Represent How do we do? Everybody, you know, number one is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfuckin' hangout, yeah Man, come on, man, with that bullshit It's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfucking house Fuck is going on? Niggas from Brooklyn know what the fuck is... like that Niggas don't yell like that Motherfuckers, it's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfucking house Shit, and uptown in the motherfucking house Yo, fuck that shit Shit is live... But yo, I, what I can't understand, man A nigga's gotta get drunk... Ol' Dirty, I got my Brooklyn Zoo niggas here tonight, know what I'm sayin'? And these niggas ain't no motherfuckin' joke... What the fuck do you think... Give me some love, nigga Yo, check it out, yo I will get busy for y'all niggas and leave the rest to Matt, know what I'm sayin'? But a nigga is sober as a priest and a nigga gotta get drunk first So y'all keep continuing this bat shit Yo, I wanna give enough respect to everyone that's coming here doing this shit, you know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause yo, my man Brandon over here He gon' have shit goin' for y'all... Niggas gotta go, keep it real Niggas gon' get drunk, niggas gotta go Why the fuck you like it when you fuck a nigga up sometimes and shit when you, when you drunk All you can see is fucking light, man, that's all I know and that's all I see And you move the fuck over there Yo, yo Yo, I been... thank God I'm here, man But yo, I been around here for fifteen fucking years, man, know what I'm sayin'? Niggas come into this rap game and shit And motherfuckers actually think this fucking rap game is a fucking joke Let me explain to y'all about how the fuck rap is See, rap to me Is like my bitch, right, my bitch She fuck another nigga And I get mad and I wanna kill her, the bitch And I wanna kill the nigga See, this is how you must step up to the motherfuckin' microphone Damage (2020 Remaster)[Intro] (Say peace) Peace Dirty, Ol' Dirty Bastard (Say it, say it again) The genius, genius (The genius) The genius, the genius [Verse: Ol Dirty Bastard & GZA] I'll grab the mic and I'll damage ya Crush your whole stamina Here comes the medical examiner One verse then you're out for the count Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount Wake him up and then ask him why did he attend this Competition to get an ass kickin' so tremendous? Boy, you know you shouldn't bothеr this Leave me alonе like the son said, G, or he'll be fatherless 'Cause I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Cristo And MC's start to vanish I stepped up to a jet black kid, started speakin' Spanish Yo, he wasn't from Panama Asked him how he get so dark, the nigga said, "Suntanama" He responded so fast, he made me laugh Ha-ha-ha, then I scared his ass Kicked the hundred strongest rhymes I brought out the punk in him Caught him with a strong five deadly venom Told him enter the Wu-Tang Witness the Shaolin slang that'll crush the shit you bring And watch your ass take a big fall, why? My Main Source is like a friendly game of stickball And as you step up to bat, man, I play The Riddler Try to Jew me for a rhyme and I change to Hitler Go out like a Nazi You'll be wishin' your fuckin' ass stayed home and played Yahtzee Or watchin' Happy Days, sweatin' Potsie With Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi Wu, who? Me gettin' wrecked so I'm through Like a ten and a half foot gettin' in a seven shoe Now picture that with a Minolta Have your ass doin' some Night Fever shit like John Travolta I come strong, I make knowledge born I flip the script and rock on from P.M. past the fuckin' dawn Pass the hammer, you're broke down English grammar, what, what? Can't understand it? Here's the panorama A complete view of how I defeat you Should've stepped to those fuckin' kids who tried to beat you Yeah, I bust that ass before You ran to Texas and came back but forgot the chainsaw And when I perform a massacre Better be comin' with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular Crush the personal vendetta, well, you just better Start steppin' to your raggedy-ass Jetta Put the pedal to the metal You and your DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle As I pass the bone, kicks your every measure It's not a Newport, but it's still live with pleasure Come on, don't be silly, just a bag of sensimilli Rolled up in a Motown Philly I used to write all the time when I smoked Grabbed the mic, then I like, kinda went for broke With visually concepts, strongest rhymes or biceps Lyrically speakin', three to four rhymes a choke Uh, some think they be harmin' this, claimin' they be bombin' this But they still remains anonymous I pull strings like Jimi Hendrix Rhyme on beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks I teach the truth to the youth I say, "Hey youth, here's the truth, better start wearin' bulletproof" Arm yourself with a shield 'Fore you get trapped up just like the children in the cornfield Snakes (2020 Remaster)[Intro] Now number two, practiced the snake style He was known as the snake spirit He had the speed of a snake Niggas is like serpents out there (Snake style, no one could compete) Serpents will bite Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes They slither in the streets of Brooklyn, New York Slither in the streets of Manhattan In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx Streets of Staten Island Wherever you see 'em, thеy slither Whoever Yo, fеarsome shit, check it out Yo, yo [Verse 1: Killah Priest] It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over I flash back to the heathens that he roll with They shot him up and down, nobody knows shit My peers, little ears He came up to me with a eye full of tears Last night we was shootin' dice and gettin' nice Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise We were in the hallway all day Me, Steve and Little Ray Probably at first they tried to rob me Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty Then came Scotty, fragile body My first impression, he returned from a party He would just stagger, smellin' like Bacardi The Dragon, braggin' how he was fuckin' mad hotties Pressed on the elevator button, and all of a sudden He licked off about a dozen Slugs from the cannon that ripped through my cousin No one was standing when the nigga started bustin' Blood started to flood the floors by the elevator door That's the last thing that I saw Damn, we planned to make grands and buy a home (It's number two) [Verse 2: RZA] Jagged edge, rock headed god hard as Stonehenge Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manner And on the block he was called by the mamas And the grandmas, "indecent", "heathen", "juvenile delinquent" His weekends was frequently locked inside the precinct His most recent case for catchin' papes Was snatchin' up snakes on a roof butt-naked, hang 'em off like drapes Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face Razor blade sharp who invades the dark And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS, iron heart like Tony Starks A fierce lion who never leave the crib without the iron And on the block he be slingin' rocks and duckin' from the sirens Greetin' niggas he loved with a pound and a bear hug Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin And when he came through niggas be lookin' out Hopin' he gets shot or tooken out Or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn House In PC on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Yo, do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga (Number two, the snake) Bad rudeboy from the land of Jamaica With visions to venture to the U.S To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve In his country, even though he sold mad weed For the next man, who was the Don of the clan Niggas acting like they got the block locked Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food But I be the rudest, bad boy stepping gun toting Shots lash out like a violent explosion At the nigga, who tries to stop my production Intervene the scene and slow up the cream None of that black, East New York, gun talk Niggas I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk Memories of injuries, wounds and burns Walking through the streets of Medina I stand firm 'Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down Without a doubt, niggas who front get snuffed out Justice must be born, there's no escape 'Cause a snake can't be reformed so why wait? Coming in the name to proclaim your fame for protection And you don't know no fuckin' lessons? (Number two, the snake) [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Bad, bad, Leroy Brown Baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than the deep blue sea Badder than you and me Niggas coming through the trees like a salamander Biting like a piranha But I'm biting you back like a black panther The style, I'm ampin' the Fuck my name, who I be? Fuck the game, it's all about the money Sometimes I get high with the Meth Then I turn to the Killah Priest When it comes twelve o'clock I turned into the demon beast [Interlude] Yo, yo fuck that shit Yo, show these motherfuckers what time it is (Number two, the snake) (Number two, the snake) Who's the badass? Who's the badass? (Now number two) (He practiced the snake style He was known as the snake spirit) [Verse 5: Buddha Monk] Lyrics, never waiting, twelve days penetrated When I come with the roughness, mad niggas try to rush this Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless When I try to stay sick, it's Yakub grafted six Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill When I drop the greatest skills, brothers say, "Buddha, chill" [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I don't need to rhyme no more, niggas know, yo To all the Wu-Tang Clan members The Ghostface Killah, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol' Dirty Bastard The Method Man, the Chef, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, U-God, yo Baby C’Mon (2020 Remaster)[Intro] (I like the way you talk) Yuh, are you taping baby? Baby are you taping? Ohhh, yeah-ayy-hey-hi-hey-hey, yeah, oh yeah Baby, baby c'mon, baby c'mon, baby c'mon What the fuck anybody wanna do? (Right on, right on, right on) Right motherfucking now Ahahaha [Verse 1] I'm the God who's the head of the Lords Dirty Bastard from the Wu-Tang squad Can I get raw? Yes, I get Dirty to the floor Rhymes, hitting on your mind, you could never ignore Hip hop to me is like a place to be My specialty from me to you is MC Say what you wanna say, uh, baby say, uh I'll flip the microphone, uh, any day, uh I'm mad swift because I got that gift of gab Niggas get mad, your ass never had This talent that I got will riz-zock the spot MCs, you got paid a lot You ever noticed a black man, damn, mostly slam When it come to the money, yo it ain't funny It's what you gotta do, what you got to do [Bridge] C'mon, can I get a Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, it's on your brain [Verse 2] I get riggy-diggy raw when it's time to get On the dance floor, shotgun, kill the shit Blaow, then you won't step to me Thinking is he really raw as he said he'd be If I wasn't really raw, standing here on the floor You'd be like, "Boo, he ain't hardcore" Niggas play like they live but won't survive Jumpin' and poppin', all that drama, you're ticklin' that I'm an average man, G-O-D fan Let it be known that the champ, Wu-Tang Clan Is coming through and woo, boy, it's bad too Throw your hands in the air, if you don't care Who, the Ol' Dirty Bastard be? Yo' ma, you be hoppin' on my shit just like a fly Bzzz, all around The dirtiest, stinkin', sound down to the ground What? What? What you wanna do? What you wanna do when I'm coming for you? I'm gonna give it to ya, baby, baby Baby-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh [Instrumental Break] Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie) [2020 Remaster][Intro] Yo, imagine, imagine the shit You drunk as hell and shit And you going into a fuckin' bar and shit You stumbling over bitches and everything Falling over everywhere, throwing up and shit Yeah, yeah Come on, come on I want all y'all people to feel what I feel See, my mama taught me this shit And my daddy learned from my mama Which is good, which is good [Verse] Sweet sugar pie Oh, I wish you were mine Lookin' so good Like you know you should, yeah And I love you down, down, baby Oh, my girlie, sweet, my honey You look so good to me Love you down, all night long, yeah Yeah, all night long Yeah, yeah, all night long, girl, sugar pie Sweet oh-my-oh-my, there's no lie I love you, girl, love you, girl Love you, sweet pie, yeah [Chorus] Do you love me? Do you love me like this? (Do you love this, girl?) Tell me that you love me (I know you love me) I love you too (I'll let you know) I'm serious I need to know that I needs you to let me really know that I said I'm serious Very, very serious Aight, let's go [Outro] All night long, yeah, yeah It's other groups that's better than me like the Temptations And you other groups From the Motown, Philadelphia, Atlanta (This is dedicated to you) And you others, better than me And Mrs. Jones, don't feel disgraced, baby Because I love your soul, your got it together type thing Diana Ross (See, I don't say these things for myself) Michael Jazzy-Jackson (Please understand or something) No, I'm the baddest hip-hop man across the world I don't care what you care, I just give what you receive Goin’ Down (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Hell, remember when we was young And we used to go Punch Call No, remember when we used to say who could do this the longest [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I am the U-N-I, The Q-U-E, the G to the O-D I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G Well, my name is known all over the world To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls I go down in history As the baddest brother that ever could be [Interlude] Y'all crazy and shit I mean y'all get high, and y'all get drunk And y'all come mouthing around to see Ol' Dirty Bastard perform I like your motherfucking style Yo, and I'd like to thank all the DJs across the country for playing my shit And I'd also like to thank all you underground motherfuckers for keeping it real But I wanna know who's in the motherfucking house There's Queens in the house, there's uptown in the house Boogiedown rocks, are you in the house? Are you in the house? Brooklyn Zoo in the house, Stylin' Al, are you in the house? To the west coast, are you in the house? To the east coast, are you in the house? You couldn't show me Didn't know me How to be a true MC [Verse 2] My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang That I manifest so you could never hang Obviously you know my name by now I done thrown stupid parties all through your town Dirt McGirt, that's my motherfucking name Love to flirt, that's my motherfucking game They said, "Who wanna be an MC?" I'm the original G-O-D Making young ladies scream's my specialty See my style, different from yours Make young bitch wanna drop the drawers [Interlude: Icelene Jones] Fuck that bullshit, Unique You my motherfucking husband I ain't got no fucking time for them bitches Fuck that shit, you better come home with me You fuckin', you better bring your motherfucking ass home tonight, motherfucker I ain't got no time for no motherfuckin' bitches calling my motherfucking house with that bullshit You got three fucking babies to take care of Fuck that shit Somewhere over the rainbow Why oh why? (Hear me now, yeah) [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Style funky, you know that's me Fear no evil, one man army Down for mine when I go on tour Throw your hands in the air if you want more Style is evil like a wicked witch With the microphone spit, funky as a bitch Which is which, makes me nasty nasty Next sittin' on the mic is the rappin' nuh You want some of the Ason's gun Shoot the nigga, blaow, reaches no one Then you know not to touch my ho I like livin' my own fuckin' show Cuttin’ Headz (2020 Remaster)[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA] Here it is, where's it at? In the back, got a stack The Dirty Bastard, yo, you Bastard flip the phat track Here I go, here I go, whether friend, whether foe Let them know that I flow over the rainbow Hit the deck, aw, yep, ch-ch-pow from the Tek Takin' heads, takin' necks, what the fuck they expect? I don't know, I don't care, I won't fall, I won't stare At a ho 'less I know that I'm going to the mo- T-t-tel, 'cause I'm lousy, my technique is drowsy Stop tryin' to foul me, sayin' that we're lousy But I'm a tyrant, defiant, walkin' New York Giant President of the Wu, but I'm also a client It's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what? I don't give a flying fuck about a chump 'Cause his heart only pumps Kool-Aid Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA] Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin' at your brain So take a sip from the cup of death And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left Red alert, red alert Ason comin' straight from the dirt Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt Nothin' new in ninety-two, it's time to go to work Trills, watch 'em scream once I hop on the scene They fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine Mr. Milli, that means I'm also militant Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman Gettin' laid, takin' heads, that's my hobby Punchin' brother Phils in the face who call me Robbie I be the RZA, call me that 'cause I Never liked the name I received from my papa Dirty deluxe, yo, I'm huntin' for ducks Snatchin' devils up by the hair, then cut his head off [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard and *RZA*] Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta ShimmyOoh baby i like it rawww Yeah baby i like it raw Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay The Stomp (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Ready to party, party along with me Sing the song, sing the song with me [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Luh-luh-luh-lady, tell me why, tell me so I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low So I go low, taste the shit Taste it again, I like it I'm the original G-O-D Making young ladies scream's my specialty When I go "Dun-dun-dun-duh", girls get hype From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco Or disco duck, strictly hip hop Baby, baby, I can't stop Wu, gots like come on through "Soo", that's the call for the Wu I came here to rectify BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap Man, fuck that Shit, that I make it's the skit I wanna see 'em up in the air, can ya dig it? Let's sing the song Come on party people, all in together now, sing along Have you ever ever ever In your long legged life Had a bald headed bitch For your bald headed wife Gimme that [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town? And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound If you wanna jump up and get fucked up Last nigga got up and got shot up But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya Fuck with the Wu-Tanger, I'll bang ya You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop Chamber number 9, verse 32 Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO That a true nigga shall come through No one is available to be compatible [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Raekwon] Yo, this chamber number 9, verse 32 Is what we call The Stomp The stomp is down Get down for your crown Brooklyn, keep up Down for his crown Do the stomp Go, go, go [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Brothas always playin with the microphone When it blows up in your face, you leave it alone You couldn't touch, this style is too much It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch About any nigga or niggerette Get burned to the ground, feel like a cigarette Straight up and down, I get dirty to the ground Rhymin gets me paid mad bread by the pound Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all Go by the name "Big A", from the shelter Dirty Dancin’ (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Dirty Ol' Bastard] Clean up my vocals (You God damn well I don't smoke this shit Meth') Yeah (Shit) I said yeah (Know damn well I don't smoke this shit) (Know damn well) (I remember when we used to go down to the creek) ('Member we used to go down to the creek?) C'mon baby, baby (I used to dip your head in the water) Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby c'mon Super logical this, super logical that (Everybody thought you had it in you, you know) I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap I elect myself President MC My career's so intelligent, unique physique (You used to jump out the water) Doing mathematics not democratics (The water used to glisten all over you body) Static, topic, Asiatic You see, young unique, never leak (What? I said the water used to glisten all over your body) Ah yeah [Verse 1] Bring it on back Super logical this, super logical that I detect ya dialect by the way you rap I elect myself President MC My career's so intelligent, unique physique Doing mathematics and I'm not democratic No static topic, I'm Asiatic See, I'm unique, never— Bring back the track (Wu-Tang, Brooklyn Zoo) [Verse 2: Method Man & Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, crazy, lurkin' in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty Get your weight up, don't take me lightly Blasted, dirty to the grain I be stained with the madness It's the Meth-Tical with the Bastard MZA, MZA, my name is the Ol' Dirty Bas My game, to kick your ass Duh-duh-duh, duh-dun-duh Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-dun Flip and relax, take an Ex-Lax, I'm shittin' On the industry that was frontin', now they missin' What everybody else is gettin' 'Cause they wasn't representin' the real Appeal, like being on time When it comes to the microphone we killed the swine Be the original G Do the rhymin' on time and in the place to be [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard] You are now in my trance (You are getting sleepy) You are now getting sleepy (Yeah) (And sleepier) And sleepy And sleepy [Verse 3: Method Man] This one here's for my people, my people Enter the thirty-six chambers, the sequel Part two, for me and the cypher troop With the Teflon lyrics that you can't get through With that twenty-two automatic rap you pack, what? You ain't hittin' with that wack shit you kickin' Straight from the beginning, of the game All the way to the ninth inning, I bring the pain Dark like the midnight train on the track by the RZA Diesel like Arnold Schwarzenegger [Outro: Method Man & Ol' Dirty Bastard] Aha, yo, rewind (Aha) (Oh shit) The hardware, choose the hardware Ask'd you a question and you touched the Ason Extra, extra, read the drama and another one Would you intrigue? Do your rap fatigue in the— Oh Here I go, ah Yeah Don’t U Know, Pt. II (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, turn— drop the, drop the drums (Yeah) Drop the drums, yeah I know all the time (Step— Step up to the mic, boo) It be hard to use a Trojan (Yeah, let me hear you) 'Cause your shit can't br— I know all the time, fellas (Sex is something that everybody needs) It's hard to use a Trojan 'cause your shit can't breathe (Everybody wants, everybody loves) It's all closed in, nah (Sex is something that everybody needs) Put the beat on, put the beat on (Everybody wants, еverybody loves) [Chorus: Shorty Shit Stain] Sex is somеthing that everybody needs (If you want it, baby) Everybody wants, everybody loves (If you want it, babe) Sex is something that everybody needs Everybody— You better use a Trojan [Verse: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I know all the time fellas, be hard to use a Trojan 'Cause your shit can't breathe, it feel all closed in You wanna slip it off, ooh, baby, I like it raw But why I wanna hurt myself for? I was walking down my block, said my block Munroe Said peace to this girl, girl said, "Hello" Well, Hell is low and the lowest you can go Is thirty-two degrees below zero So I started to rain on this young bitch brain Causin' her a great relief of physical pain She said, "Tit for tat, step off the bra strap No diamonds, no gold, I can never get a rap" I said, "So what?" as I grabbed her butt Bitch smiled for a while, but her mouth kept shut Bitch eighteen years old, just birthed a child Young in the brain though her thoughts are wild On welfare, but she don't care Says FTF is always there FTF means face-to-face Main headquarters of your local place Where you collect your monthly pay To support bad habits, use, abuse everyday There has never been a girl in my entire life My girl, my next ex or my wife And never been one who tried to disrespect I'm speakin' 'bout the member of the opposite sex There's somethin' that I gotta let out But I don't want to be known as Ralph the Blabbermouth Quiet as kept, she thought I was soft But all I wanted to do was knock her boots off Just from obtaining the common sense You can tell that the girl seemin' rather quite dense Other than dense, she played slightly bold But from the statement I made, she could not uphold herself She broke down and she started to cry, she said "Oh, I don't believe this guy" What? What you gonna do? May I diss her? Yes, you may That girl's a slut with a hole in her butt Who used to be a meaty-bone puppy child, little mutt Came to my house smellin' like trout I said, "Doggie, doggie, doggie, get out" She did my head, I mean the big, bad vicious Dirt McGirt, deep, dark and delicious She's a doo-doo buh, alcoholic nuh And her ass is tighter than a pair of vice grips Speaking of her tuh I won't kiss, because they don't give milk Thems kick piss, yeah Let me tell you about the rash from the neck It's enough to put the ring around the collar in check She's nothin' but a buh other known as a wuh With an irritating itch from trying to switch Strung out ass foggin' up glass Tellin' all the nuh that the bitch first class Smoke a bag of hash with the money she stash But she had to play the corner just to make that cash Pulled down her panties and scratched that rash Then rubbed 'em with that a-pimp had slashed Tried to get saved at the tabernacle prayer But the only thing holy was her shitty underwear I will change a style, always I will fix But you can not teach an old bag— [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, I ain't got to say no more, son Yo, word to God, man Only thing I'm saying, man, is use a Trojan Know what I'm sayin'? For real, man 'Cause it's on, man You know what I'm sayin'? I had to learn that, know what I'm sayin'? The hard way, you know my son got that gonorrhea You know I had to learn it, know what I mean? Yo, on the real side, man All you motherfuckers that call yourself Brooklyn Zoo Represent your zoo, you understand what I'm sayin'? 'Cause, yo, long as you don't fuck with this Brooklyn Zoo clique This clique ain't got to come and touch your clique We outta here, Ol' Dirty Bastard Records, nigga White Lotus, Buddha Monk Ol' Dirt Bas, Shorty Shit Stain 60 Second Assassin, Killah Priest Twelve O'Clock, Murda, Zoo Keeper Dutch Master Killer For real, boy, put it all up in your ass 36 Chambers of death, what? Sex is something that everybody needs Everybody wants, everybody loves (Use a Trojan) Sex is something that everybody needs Everybody wants, everybody loves Sex is something that everybody needs Everybody wants, everybody loves Sex is something that everybody needs Everybody wants, everybody loves Sex is something that everybody needs (Yeah) Everybody wants, everybody loves (You sexy motherfucker) Motherfucker, girl When you see a motherfuckin' girl on the street You wanna hear that bitch heart beat You wanna get up on that pussy You wanna feel what's so unique So you slip inside, take a glide On a natural magic ride Don’t U Know (2020 Remaster)[Intro] Oh, cutie, got it goin' on Cute? What? That dirty motherfucker? You buggin' Ain't no buggin', he's some ugly motherfucker You buggin', yo, look at his disposition, shorty got a stride What stride? Bummy motherfucker, he ain't shit See, that's my flavor, rough, you don't know nothin' about that You got mad sour flavor on, girl, 'cause that ain't shit at all I'm, yo, G, I don't think he really realize, look at him Look at what? Dirty motherfucker, he ain't shit You don't see what I see, B I don't see nothing, you wear glasses so True, true, personally (I like that motherfucker) Just look at him, homie's just dispositioned [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Approach the school nine thirty, you're late The time happy the solution was my date Get in your class, walk to your chair Pop is all you see and then occasionally stare At thе teacher, or students who wеre clockin' you Lean back at this girl who kept clockin' you Stimulated from a sensimilla blunt Tell the young girl "Baby, you're the one I want" She doesn't respond, pretends to ignore So you say to yourself, it be her cold and sore mentally Visualize the aim on the board As how to buy pussy you cannot afford This girl who was slim and trim Whispered in her friend’s ear quietly, "I want him" I took out my books to write the notes for my class But I kept fantasizing my dick in that ass So I turned around to arrange a date Swinging episode, baby, number one's gotta say it She popped her gum, cold twist her curl I said, "Baby, how you feel?", She said, "Shirl" Then I said, "Shirl", I just found my thrill Where? In the classroom? No, on Blueberry Hill But also said, "Just bottle your hate" She put her face on the chest, this is what the bitch said "Because of you I ain't hurting within my, within my heart 'Cause no, I'm not right to be flirtin' But our relationship has to start You're the one that I'm clocking It's time for you could stop mockin' Don't want you to see me cry This is why, this is why, this is why" [Verse 2: Killah Priest] I met a girl named Chandra from way down yonder The apple of my eye had a Snapple and some fries Forgot the ketchup, that's when I pressed up "I've been watching you mowing your lawn" The thoughts were flowin', while I'm holding her palm "Hey, what's that on your menu?", from there we continued To talk about this and that, we chit and chat Sipped on the Coke then I stroked her back As she giggled and I wiggled to the bra She said, "Nah", that's when I noticed her Pa Big Tank, who did nothing but the spank At parties, drink Bacardi and didn't think Just act silly with his brother Willy Another hillbilly gettin' ill with the Philly And moonshine, but it's a new time of day On the stoop doing the Patty Duke Okay, it's like that old flip flaps through the shower caps The platform shoes to the Apple Jacks Chub chub [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, you niggas, niggas be actin' like They be lovin' them, them, them fancy bitches I, I likes me a nasty bitch Bitch that's willing to do anything at any given time Bitch gotta be nasty 'cause I'm a nasty nigga I do anything, baby, I wouldn't give a fuck what it was I'll, ah, anything, I'm a nasty motherfucker, girl [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm just sittin', right, in my class at a quarter to ten, right? Waiting patiently for the class to begin, right? Teacher said, "Open up your texts and read the first paragraph on oral sex" I said, "Oral sex, what kind of class is this?" The girl next to me said, "What's wrong with you, miss? This is a lesson that makes you feel fine Kinda ease your nerves and relax your mind" I said, "Don't try to use no hypnotic spell" She said, "Be my assistant, I'd sure rather tell" My knees buckled, heart started to drop My dick grew to a size that my nerves couldn't stop I tried to run, she yelled out, "Freeze" Pulled down my drawers, dropped to her knees Ripped off my drawers as if she had claws Broke the rules that defined sex laws She responded quick With a slick welcoming kiss and a ice cream lick Oh, I begged, I begged "Easy on my balls, they're fragile as eggs" Part two coming up Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Extended Mix) [Acapella] [2020 Remaster][Chorus 1] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Yeah) Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw [Verse 1] Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon-voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodger Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm Rain on your college-ass disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now Chop that down, pass it all around Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground For any emcee in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam, my flow is like bam Jump on stage and then I dip down [Chorus 2] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw [Incomprehensible backwards verse incorporating part of Verse 2 (Extended version)] [Verse 2] See, when a nigga say he likes it raw Keepin' it dirty, down to the floor See my name is the ODB and I'll beat your ass For the ladies who know me tell them who the fuck I be For the niggas who know me tell them who the fuck I be My style comes down on y'all like rocks (Sittin' on the dock of the bay) By the dock! (Aiyaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyaiy) Umm, by the flock (Don't goooooo) Buy the brick, buy the block Got east coast locked down, padlocked My Zoo niggas be all all down by the flock [Chorus 1] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw [Verse 3] Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon-voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodger Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm Rain on your college-ass disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill Now chop that down, pass it all around Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground For any emcee in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam, my flow is like bam Jump on stage and then I dip down Yo, y'all know the lyrics Come on, sing with me [Outro 1] Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, yeah) Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam) Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay) Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shi shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay) Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shimmy shi-shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay) Give me the mic so I can take it away, shimmy shimmy ya Shimmy Ya SongShi shimmy shimmy ya Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya Give It To Ya Raw (SD50 Remix) [2020 Remaster][Intro] Conjunction I remember the Gods at the— Give it to ya raw Yo, this that old school shit About 12 years old [Verse 1] Let's get physical, operate your brain to function I remember the Gods at the junction Conjunction, junction, what's your function? I summed it up as the Ason 'sumption Known on the microphone as Crazy Crucial Dipping low on an MC like you ain't doin' you Something, so step to the shit right now Kick another gig in my goddamn town No one is fresher, I damage the deadly Daredevil doin' 'cause I am the U-N I-Q-U-E, funky fresh Funky dude get hype, you're motherfucking right I do Ason, break it down, sure, anytime Assure he is outstanding, never end, clever in the rhyme Break down your shit, however you come There's no one who can fuck with Ason (Give it to you) I paralyze you, make you realize who Lost concern with my goddamn crew Quiet as kept when I start any fuckin riots Even 'fore you do it, my nigga, don't try it (Even) For you to get close enough to my style You have to travel miles and miles and miles To find a special rhyme like mines, you gotta look You might even find it in the Brooklyn Zoo Look as you're killing the beat with all your might If lovin' hip-hop's wrong, baby, I don't wanna be right Wake up, what? What? Losing your head Woke up on the wrong side of the bed Juvenile fraction of hard, you say you're living large You're the head nigga in charge (Yeah) [Chorus] I give it to ya raw I said I give it to ya raw I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason, baby I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason Givin' it to ya raw, baby The raw deal, because [Verse 2] These lovely rhymes made by the one and only I'm Ason, there's nothing phony about me Steady of course, so hard to handle with it Like a specialist, I write my own music That will make you dance, get drunk or act wild Ladies be sayin', "Hey, hey, I love your style" Whether you're sober, yo, just behold the Casanova Get chopped with the lawn mower (Give it to ya) So get busy as Ason perform On and on, ladies scream my name, "Ason" That means God, Ason, girls romantic Repeat it so much you catch a throat infection Yo, I relieve the ones who believe You're in the need of the God degree That I build on with style and finesse Keep MCs in check like a game of chess So to the folks, come to my rehearsals I look so good I should be on the commercials On TV that can tell a vision no lie I'm the Ason, most high Use your keys and start the ignition They'll never forget they can choke on position Don't charge a cent of excellent Add the ingredients of Ason's elements Fire, water, gold, earth, wood Yo, through the knowledge because it is good Enough to overstuff jumbo pack Brother like Ason will never be attacked By a nigga couldn't figure how to pull the gun trigger I said, "Yo, get the fuck outta here" [Outro] The Sugarhill Gang niggas You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, all of— yo, I can't remember all you niggas back in the days Zulu Nation, you know what I'm sayin'? All you motherfuckers, man, I just wanna say I love ya Givin' it to ya, know what I'm sayin'? All you breakdancin' niggas, freestyle poppin' You know who was the baddest niggas? I ain't gon' say nothin' But y'all know who was the baddest niggas in that shit You know? See, I was one of them niggas doin' this shit seventeen years And I just wanna let all y'all MCs know all across the land You got any problems, any beefs, you can bring that shit 'Cause I don't give a fuck I'm the baddest nigga, I don't give a fuck I been doin' this for seventeen joints What? What? Shut the fuck up, you little-ass nigga I said, have you heard a— I said, have you heard a— Ol’ Dirty’s Back (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] What's up? Let's go Let's go, man (Yo, girl, you heard that Dirty shit?) Yo, Snoop Dogg Yo, Dre (Yeah, yeah, yeah, that nigga taking over) Yo, Too $hort, E-40, and The motherfucking Click Enough respect to the West coast Dun, dun, dun Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the fuck down (He taking over, that's his shit) Know what I'm saying? Hear my shit, nigga (Brooklyn Zu, Brooklyn Zu) Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn [Verse 1: 12 O'Clock] Shit is crazy real in the field I watched niggas blood get spilled over five dollar bills And major drug deals on the real Seen a nigga get mills and his bitch get him killed In this American dream to get some cream You're owning a Beam, and your face in magazinеs 12 O'Clock maintains in the game Bring the Pain, thе smokin' method, mane It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames Get a gold record and you change And for the niggas selling cocaine, you're to blame Black people lives ain't the same And that's the tale in my hood Niggas is up to no good You better watch 'em in them hoods [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I always thought living life was easy Go to school, get a job, yo, it couldn't be me (Be me) So instead, I played my bed My momma got fed And now a nigga living with a dread (A dread) My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten Nigga fed me cream, let me whip the Benz (The Benz) Houses all over Texas (Texas) Lightning gold Lexus (Lexus) He had enough respect to dress this (Dress this) Expensive Tim suits Girl wearing fly Gucci boots (Gucci boots) Put me on like pook (Pook) Every morning that I awake Ten G's in my fuckin' face Combination to the safe (Combination to the safe) Son runs our state Carrying coke by the weight (Weight) Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (Weed gate) And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (Dirty) 12 O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty (Dirty) [Interlude: 12 O'Clock & Ol' Dirty Bastard] Fuck all that motherfucking drug selling shit I wanna see some motherfucking lyrics I wanna hear some motherfucking lyrics What up nigga, what? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha I got you, nigga [Verse 3: 12 O'Clock & Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'll rip mics on site, you know the type New jack, this is my city like Wesley Snipes Go fly a kite or somethin', make some muffins I came up bad in the town like Charles Bronson Knobs at your speaker and I'll do you for that reason (No you don't) 12 is no joke, I'll bring wreck through the seasons (No you don't, motherfucker) All the men, killed ten, many more, but just when That joker act, you can save for Jack Nicholson (What?) [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] One, two, and three, through your rap fatigue And the MC world is a minor league What you speak, you swear it's unique Or just a peak physique of an old antique Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze Your whole head is stuck and stiff like Siamese I never liked rhymes that's incomplete Then again, obsolete I shall repeat, there's an easy street For niggas who earned You learned, you sojourned Then you returned As an intelligent, positive messenger Not an experiment negative Lucifer With the jittling gloss of grafted skin Nothing like spring sauce of the true origin Who would score? The wizard of war Caveman best friend was a god damn dinosaur No more jungle-like living from the Blue Lagoon It's not an Animal House, National Lampoon If you understand the what, when, why, how Are you fellas who exempt, or to disallow A fresh MC that will knock you down I get you dizzy, spellbound like a merry-go-round While I'm freaking, shall I expose? You take what they take, on some recompose A fresh MC is totally unique Even the Devil said I'm totally unique Harlem World (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Shit, that makes me high (One, two, one, two) Yo, we gon' bring it back to Harlem World Motherfuckin' jocks (British Knights) Yo, I remember when niggas was walking down the street with bombers on Goose goose Motherfuckers now walking 'round with broke hands (I was wearing 'em) Gold tooth that was never shined (I was wearing 'em) See, 'cause tonight is the night of all nights Most people gather around to hear the show that is coming through your town (I was wearin' em) See, my name (What, what?) is something that you won't know unless you're down with the Brooklyn Zu (I was wearing 'em) Other brothеrs come, but never comе back (Introducing) So, basically (One, two) What the Ol' motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin' Is that if you fuck around (One, two, one, two) You gon' get your ass fucked up (Dirty) So don't fuck around and get laid down (Blaow, yeah) [Verse: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, I remember, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na Not too long ago, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na I went to a city, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na And I saw a Wu-Tang show, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na Now, I always wanted, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na To get with the band, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na But niggas was singing they own songs, being in they own worlds So I guess I, I guess I, ahh! The terminology, the psychology, you still expect me to accept? Do what I say off the TDK, put the button on record and the other on Thus I press pause for a serious cause, to respect an intellect with this gratifying Now that I'm ready let the music begin, as I detect what I wrote with my Through the time that I spent, money that I lent, rap records went up just about And then it came a new way to get paid, they said, "Rhymin' on the mic is the number one" Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool, you discombobulated diabolical fool Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud Another 20th century, modern day (Thug) Cannibal Humanoid Underground (Dweller) C.H.U.D. broke loose from the God damn (Cellar) Dope fiend addict why you walk through? Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome When the MCs came to live out they name Most rocked the rhymes that was all the same When I elevated and mastered the time You were stimulated from the high post (Rhyme) You got shocked 'cause you knew you were rocked You not the king of the diss, you's a queen of a bitch You're like a homosexual, your ass always switch Niggas wake up in the morning, your ugly-ass guise Got slobber 'round your mouth, green coating your eye You can't smile, your teeth too gritty Can't even move, drawers too shitty (You know what's else?) It's shaped like a missile The holes in your drawers, when you fart, them shits (Whistle) You ducking sucking motherfucking cold-hearted faggot Sperm germ slimy worm disintegrated maggots Repeat your rhymes all the time like a fucking parrot Phony gold chains, only rated two carats You tell your friends that your home is like heaven Livin' in the gutter, sewer seven, pipe eleven You wear your socks twelve days in a row Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show Go to school, take a shit, don't wipe your ass Blame it on another sucker nigga in your class You wanna battle? Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mind? Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme Swine on your mind, pork on your fork Make you imitate a brother in the state of New York Chain on your brain that drove you insane When you tried to claim for the talent and the fame Nothing to gain, yet, and still you came Suffer the pain as I demolish your name Not like Betty Crocker, Betty cake in the ove' Saying this is dedicated to the one I love Not a swine or dove, from the Heavens up above When I rap, people clap, so they push and they shove When I rhyme, I get loose, better than Mother Goose Rock the mic day and night, so you see I'm the juice Like the two-six-eight, politicians demonstrate [Outro] No, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on What y'all niggas don't seem to hear Is y'all cannot fuck with me I said All Can't fuck with me I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Dore, Dore, Dore, Dore, Dore Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack For the niggas who's here And the girls who's out there Throw your hands in the air 'Cause in this ones, it's more fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly Zzz Woo Get your ass in the house, get your ass in the house, boy, I told you Get your ass in the house Get, get, in the God damn house, boy Last fucking time I'ma talk to you tonight, you hard-headed motherfucker I'm sorry, man I-I didn't mean too much trouble by it But when it come to fucking with you MCs Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Stripped Version) [2020 Remaster][Intro] What's up with them pianos? You know how I like the shit Dirty, dirty, dirty (Yeah) Dirty (Yeah) [Chorus 1] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Yeah) Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw [Verse 1] Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon-voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodger Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm Rain on your college-ass disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now Chop that down, pass it all around Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground For any emcee in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam, my flow is like bam Jump on stage and then I dip down [Chorus 2] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw [Incomprehensible backwards verse incorporating part of Verse 3 (Extended version)] [Verse 2] Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon-voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodger Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm Rain on your college-ass disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill Now chop that down, pass it all around Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground For any emcee in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam, my flow is like bam Jump on stage and then I dip down [Outro] Oh, dirty, oh (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, yeah) (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam) Dirty, dirty, oh (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay) (Shi-shi shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay) Oh, dirty, oh (Shi-shimmy shi-shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay) Give me the mic so I can take it away, shimmy shimmy ya Shi-shi-shi shimmy shimmy ya [Chorus 1] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Brooklyn Zoo (Lord Digga Remix) [2020 Remaster][Intro] Shit Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now Ain't no– none of them niggas can't fuck with me What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What? Bust your motherfucking ass, boy I ain't no motherfucking joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that nigga ass, word up) Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'? I'll fuck you up right now Yeah, what? What? What? He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him [Verse] I'm the one-man army, Ason I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out I drop science like Cosby dropping babies Enough to make a nigga go crazy In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines Your ass thought you were better than Ason? I keep planets in orbit While I be coming with deeper and more shit Enough to make you break and shake your ass As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes This style, I'm mastered in Niggas catching headaches, what? What? You need aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol Fuck around, get sprayed with Lysol In your face like a can of mace, baby Is it burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning How I don't even like your motherfucking profile Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow Last seen and heard, no one knows You forget, niggas be quiet as kept Now you know nothing Before you knew a whole fucking lot Your ass don't wanna get shot A lot of MC's came to my showdown And watched me put your fucking ass low down As you can go, below zero Without a doubt, I never been tooken out By a nigga who couldn't figure Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo) How to pull a fucking gun trigger, I said "Get the fuck outta here" Nigga wanna get too close to the utmost But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name My hip-hop drops on your head like rain And when it rains it pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw Talent that I got will rizzock the spot MCs I'll be burning, burning hot Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target Nigga, get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit So I'll take your ass out quick The mics, I'm had it, my nigga, you can suck my dick If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock "Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back) [Chorus] Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo (Brooklyn Zoo, what?) Shame on you when you step through to (My nigga) The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo [Outro] What? My nigga Shame on you Shame— Shame on you when you step through to— Shame on— Shame on— Shame on you when you step through to— Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo What? My nigga Old Man[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I want two beef patties, special sauce, onions, tomatoes Lettuce, on a sesame seed bun... on a a sesame seed bun, you big dummy! Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh (I want two beef patties) Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh (with onions... special sauce) Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh (cheese on the special sauce, sesame seed bun!) Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh (you big dummy!) Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh [Verse 1: Masta Killa] I rock the mic and make the crowd said "Ho!" People if you ready to ride, then let's go The older the wine, the more vintage Each sentence, mature like stock dropped on beat Sold in it's highest peak, the black panther Call him for the answer, the Shadow Dancer No cure for the cancer, carefully approach this near-ville approach Tension in the street, we stressed and wanna eat Supply, meet the demand for those who get high Sly & the Family, carve my name in Stone, peace to Angie On and On, Chief Jay Strong' .44 long, state today's math and what's ya name born The Abbott had his head reflectin' off the chrome Bank loan for a mil', Oprah, hold me down like Dr. Phil [Verse 2: RZA] This is napsack rap, oint joint gas My gats point at you now you can't point back Penetratin' skulls, I'm diggin' holes like the mole My sword will not dull My daily toil's: to protect the Earth so the seeds won't spoil Ya Frankenstein type mind like Peter Boil Hooked on that Power-U, money, weed, power, too Powerful God-U, fine booze, lines of snooze {*inhales*} Clouds of smoke, we smoke to daybreak We keep the leaves soaked, in that PC Y'all best to run when y'all see me I'm like Godzilla stompin' through Mt. Fiji On his way to Tokyo You hollow block head tell lies like Pinochio Flip the Nokio phone, call my nigga T.S "How you want the Triple X rock cut? V.S.?" Or Princess, or simply solid The Prince word is worth more than the wallet [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Doggy doggy! We'll steal your bone! Doggy doggy! We'll steal your bonnnne! Doggy doggy! We'll steal your bone! Doggy doggy! (I said!) We'll steal your bone! [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I said, two beef patties, special sauce Onions, tomatoes, lettuce on a sesame seed bun On a sesame seed bun, you big dummy!! Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Street Corner[Produced by Bronze Nazareth] [Intro: sample (Inspectah Deck)] Looking on various street corners I'm sure you've seen it yourself Standing on the corner, is an alleged brother Dressed in blue, or green, red and black And starting the news, that the revolution is coming And you better get ready, sort of like (I feel you, son) The end of the world is coming, unfortunately (I got you, though) The world is just gonna drag on and on (I know how it is) And we have a poem that we've written particularly (I said, I know how it is) For the brothers on the street corners [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] When the revolution come, you can see me on the front line Firing my gun, standing right beside my son If I go, it's understood that I stood for something When my whole life, they told me, I was good for nothing I was raised by the stray dogs, blazed off, layed off Breaking laws, graveyard shifting every day war Focus now, notice how, things change, soldier I remain the same, I'm older now, I embrace the pain I blame the struggle, nearly drove me insane Thought I lost my head, till my brethren told me the same No tears for the reaper, I've buried bout a thousand In graffiti, "rest in peace" sprayed off throughout the housing I tried to stay civilized, the hood's a prison inside The only difference is the doors don't slide Still we trapped in the animal cage, cause we got animal ways So we react, with the animal rage And my section's real, weapons peel, cheddar's the deal Seen the depths of hell, now I stare, death in the grill From the slave ships, to today's bricks, same shit I'm awake, to the wickedness, and one, with the pavement [Verse 2: Masta Killa] The all great mind stays divine, my hands remain deadly We shine without the hung jewelry, produce light That'll travel through mics, now as the time riping We took words that we nourishing, encouraging A nation to awaken, those who were sleeping Can you conceive the thought? Transatlantic import Slave and bought, secret relations between blacks and Jews Might set a fuse off in the head Many dead lynch hung, swung from trees Brothers in the struggle together, eat from one pot Hold each other down to the sneaker Nothing come between us Fast money and chicks, did it to the best of cliques It's sickening... huh [Hook: Masta Killa] It's me and you son, forever in the struggle No doubt, we hustle, survival is the motto Will you soon follow, a better tomorrow ...For a better tomorrow It's me and you son, forever in the struggle No doubt, we hustle, survival is the motto Will you soon follow, a better tomorrow ...For a better tomorrow [Verse 3: GZA] I catch a few flashbacks about, going through the struggle How we used to make dollars, from all the snow we shoveled In a broke neighborhood, where the kids often dream About a lavish life, that is mostly seen in the screen Where some dreams are quickly cut short, due to gang violence From loud guns, that kept witnesses, in deep silence Was it bad timing? Jealousy from too much shining? Or a set up, from a girl that he wined, kept dining It's a known fact, they will attack, cause it's like that And depending on the, kind of impact, that strike back In a town where the talk is cheap and, beef is brief A mother sobs uncontrollably, and exhibit the grief Large holes in the front door, of a housing tenement Allows room to retaliate, so conflict is imminent This hate in the brain, destroys the cells like cancer Even experts are stuck with more questions than answersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Masta Killa[Intro: sample (Masta Killa)] You are watching a master at work.. (Haha, haha, yeah, haha...) [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Steppin' live in the place, smackin' blood out his face It's the principal, don't get it wrong What I do to eat, is nothing in comparison To what I do to keep, self up, right and exact Sway the mac' if I have to defend the castle Slang lasso, ropin' them til they recoup Pass the keys to the Coupe, it's cute for wiz to scoot off, '95 north Cut from the cloth of king, who bare struggle In this life line, theology of time Move with our major motion to the mic To recite the dart that I have written Light exists in the darkness, instant gratification How far can you travel to mic spar? [Interlude: Bruce Lee sample (Masta Killa)] Water is the softest substance in the world At yet, it can penetrate the hardest, rock Or, anything granite, you name it Umm.. water also is insubstantial; by that I mean You cannot grasp hold of it, you cannot punch it and hurt it (Yeah, yeah, yeah...) [Verse 2: Masta Killa] See the God light gleam so bright, I gain birth to That you attract you, heart so fuller Make you wanna pull your trigger and get rid a Shiny bald militant head like Lou Gossett He's walkin' with the shinin' lamp of knowledge Glory be the law, with the justice sword Supreme being, all I seeing, radiant son Imperishable absolute, ya'll salute Approximately three mil', bodies like an empty vessels I must fill, check where I came from Any God seal a Mason is my Sun In this scene, lesson number one, for the dumb If he ain't true and living, son, then I never heard of one Pack your gun, one on one, come and get some [Interlude: Bruce Lee sample (Masta Killa)] Water... now you put water into a cup..., it becomes the cup You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle You put it in a tea pot, it becomes the tea pot Now water can flow, or it can crash.. Be water, my friend... (yo, heh, yo) [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Yo, I thought the sign read: "No colors allowed" Well how then, give me a few, just listen Instead of wasting time, try'nna grab them back The dominant magnetic will always attract The under-life, quoting him, describe the beat Now Eminem, for example, just another sample Of your worst nightmare, coming back at you So beautiful designed, the places of time, to see Everything that has been, always will be Now figure out the riddle, the never ending cycle Born in his self, back into the circle I'm thankful for the blessing, testing of the lessons Answers and questions, trials and tribulations That were set upon me, it's hard for some to see But it's clear as day to me.. [Outro: Bruce Lee sample] Be water, my friend..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Therapy[Verse 1: Masta Killa] Yo, I gotta be around this music, it's therapeutic The first fresh thoughts of the day are so clear When I walk, in my head, there's a voice that talks In my ear I can hear so clear, you think I'm buggin', right? I'm just contemplating the silent, holla for this Out to the West Side my killer Cali gangstas ride and get they head right Yo, son, I'm on the next flight in Twist somethin' tight, I'm guaranteed to write a hit song before we reach Throw the instrumental on and watch this word pattern of speech Men form, military armed, ready to swarm, get your party on Drinks on the house tonight, ladies lookin' right Atmosphere nice and warm, we backstage like a hundred thieves strong Ghost want the red light on before we get on An hour's too short to rock, we got a million songs [Break: Method Man & Masta Killa] Oh yeah, this real nice right here Kill Kill Oh yeah? Oh yeah, I'm feelin' this one right here Yeah Okay So it's my turn to sit in the chair? Indeed, my brother Aight, let's go (Haha) [Verse 2: Method Man] Yo, I gotta be around this music, it's therapeutic Light my first blunt of the day to start the movement I'm sittin' in the room with a view, there's always room for improvement So I grab my coat and go and prove it Just me against the world, you can find me in the streets She'll spot me in the lobby, probably find me in the free Cop a 'Rari, the lobby in the linin' of my seats Tryna put me in a lineup 'til I wind up in the beast That's the belly, how dare they try to tell me when to eat With a plate of food barely in my reach My team shoot dice, we used to shoot skelly in the streets Wear the same Pelle-Pelle's for a week But now we livin' life It's such a good life I wish that I could live it twice I'd probably make the same wiz my wife It's Wu-Tang Clan, always collect cheddar Proper education, always correct errors [Break: Redman] Killa house in the buildin' You all ready, nigga? Hey yo, peace to my brothers from [?] Yes sir, nigga Good lookin', nigga [Verse 3: Redman] Yo, bananas, Redman so gorilla Chi-town know I'm pimpin' the mic, nigga One hit, and chicks follow me like Twitter Crack when I talk, I like the mic stem up The fiends hit it, chicks swing with it I'll box niggas in like Don King did it Sixteens I write, it's seems so vivid My notebooks I'm lettin' eBay bid it I get dough, bad pair for the sick flow My weed more greener than Lou Ferrigno My right-hand man hand on the pistol I crack these squares up like Nabisco Oh, look at me, I'm lightweight But with the heart to peel back your white meat Yo wifey want me to make her wifey Hit it, make the bitch hyphy at high speed DocEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Iron God Chamber[Intro: U-God] Yo Yo Yo Yo, yo [U-God] Time to knock 'em out, cut 'em with the glass hand Time to shut 'em down, I'm coming out the badland Oscar the Grouch, kid, jumping out the trashcan The last man that violated, got chopped with the sword Send him a one way express ticket to see the Lord You think we falling off, the beef's internal All that bullshit we going through, it don't concern you I'll thermonuclear burn you, you'se a human sacrifice Cuz I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices Kid, stashing these stripes, join the force Honey, take ya flick, lift and point to the boss, soon As you blink, your coins is tossed It only takes four bars to get my point accross And I'm cold as winter frost, on top of the mountains Elijah, was the prophet, along came Malcolm And I'm scalping niggas, taking devil's heads Money generated, niggas taking heavy bread [RZA] I was born in a barrel of razor blades Right next door to haze, I used to be afraid Of the devil, as a boy, but now as a grown man I realized, he is just a toy A grafted image, of the magnificent splendid Dominant, prominent, Islamic I was here before the dinosaurs, shine and defining law Measure every inch of the Earth, combining more Elements and chemicals, phosphates and minerals Kept devils on the run, like Monk-Monk the General Appear in a king attire, slept in a ring of fire I, got a bigger beat than Billy Squier Dirty Dick Dastard' dart, straight out the dungeon Transform on niggas like the werewolf from London Paul Bunyan ax tracks, get peeled, caps back Hard to get out, nigga, head like naps Parental advisory, no M.C. is wisin' me Me and the mic, like, ebony and ivory We go together, like, cheese and cheddar, like Jeans and sweater, like, Mo' and better, like Who could take a sun ray, twist it to a rainbow Darts sit upon your head like the Kangol V is for Victory, I mastered your trickery Tryna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory So please stop the bickery, you can't get rid of me Wu Killa Bee, from now to infinity [Method Man] Look at this bitch ass, snitch ass, about to get a kicked ass Get mad, get smashed, and get another zip bag of 'dro For these ho niggas, slow niggas, told niggas Fucking with the coal miner's daughter, she a gold digger Killa, I'm back iller, been realer, chinchilla Coat, ex-crack dealer, cap peeler, dope Uncut coke, cut throat, niggas had enough dough What up, though? My nigga, I don't trust no bitches That's real shit, feel this, vanilla Dutch is still lit Forensics is still tryna figure how I killed it Wu-Tang, my crew bang, let our nuts hang Like that piece on a new chain, mami, pop the poontang Your party, find me where the stars be, or probably Walk into the corner store on Targhee Smokin' Bob Marley's, I'm hardly, a nigga to be fucked with And you tryna 'catch up, but you barely cut the mustard, aight then [Masta Killa] Just another spine chiller, U-G, RZA M-A-S-T, A-K-Illa, M-E-T-H, O-D gorilla, straight from the Killa Brownsvillah, do or die Bed-Stuy Murderer, East terrorist, we clap gun thunderist Land of the Iron Gods, swords can't live Medina stay warrior, how can I escape the block From being boxed off, lost in the shuffle of life Living right cost, legendary crime boss Fresh kicks drip in the street, beautiful unique Freestyle, be so wild, fresh out the Penal Track it on the Pro Tools file, smooth as blue nile Wave spin, water blend, dart flow, sun glow Kool Moe Dee roll, gang up on a power show Snoop never love a ho, bang it on in your vehicle slow You don't know how the God be flipping the style And keep it so, Witty Unpredictable Truth All Natural, the Gods is actual It's a fact, I was destined, to grab the mic and bless themEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Loyalty Is Royalty (R.I.F. - Rapping Is Fundamental)[Produced by 9th Wonder] [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Yo, listen, tonight'll be exquisite Behold the magnificent, garments stitched from the best simstress Persian gold wolven, silk linen Diamond red rubies and my crown heavy Clark Wally boots, suede with the French braid Preparing for the greeting, peace princess You truly are a beauty behold I would love to have you as my guest, serving you the best Watching you unwind, the pleasure's all mine While I'm chasing your speed, words of seduction and sexual tones I was wondering, if (I take you'll home), would you grow in Over in, I'm in the zone while I'm watching you dance And I'm thrown by your passionate moans and the sounds making me [Chorus: Aaron "A.B." Abernathy] Loyalty is royalty, loyalty is royalty Loyalty is royalty, I'm so glad I found you So glad I found you [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Oh, she so sexy and she so sweet This hot little mama, I always wanted to meet Oh, indeed you are, yes, beautiful command your squad My starship taking you up, I love it how you flexing When you steppin' in the lobby, cream royal lioness Allow me to express, she smelling real delicious Bringing out my hot, cool and vicious Well built, butter soft skin, hair silk Intelligent, profession, paralegal on your hardcore You need a man to hold you down every now and again And love you like a genuine friend, yeah [Chorus] Loyalty is royalty, loyalty is royalty Loyalty is royalty, I'm so glad I found you So glad I found youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy OGs Told Me[Produced by Dame Grease] [Verse 1: Boy Backs] Eh-yo, I'm fresh off the airplane, running through the airport Six hours jet lag now I'm smoking Newports Rent a car Trans Am, now I'm on transport I can drive reckless, insurance full tort Rap is my hobby, racing is my new sport Backs on the mission, y'all better abort I never cop pleas I just take it to court Catch me in the projects still drinking a quart Sitting on crates, my cocaine is great My weed even better we never smoking that [?gredda?] Pure garbage, Backwoods and baggage With Tommy Green I'm still spending that cabbage Pull a pistol, still letting 'em have it 32 sub you can call me Magic David Blaine I'm back simple and plain Prisoner of war, I'm rap's John McCain [Chorus: MoeRoc] My OGs told me, said my OG told 'bout money My OG told me 'bout life My OG told me, said the OG told me Said the OGs told me that real My OG told me 'bout money My OG told me 'bout life My OG told me, said the OG told me I said the OGs told me that real [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Peace yelling drum the kick, Killa [?Murdy?] Clique Billion dollar motion picture, figure niggas Thousand dollar baller, riches kill snake and snitches Diamond pinky ringing for the bitches Listen to the greatest rap murderer, East Medina warrior Snow-colored Benz in the winter, Wu forever Don't you ever think we ain't forever, still tougher than leather Still taking money, monumental words For the mental still lethal, spit fly shit seasonal Major League, universal song rang regional But still in these concrete streets where life is so real I still set sail for my peoples 'cause I see you [Chorus: MoeRoc] My OGs told me, said my OG told 'bout money My OG told me 'bout life My OG told me, said the OG told me Said the OGs told me that real My OG told me 'bout money My OG told me 'bout life My OG told me, said the OG told me I said the OGs told me that real [Verse 3: Boy Backs] Double Benzes, we ride bumper to bumper Rims on every wheel, you rolling with hoodville We so ill, y'all cats is no thrill Anybody in the way get turned to road kill Die slow, my team is on go We 55 deep and wearing that logo I'm a lion born a Leo And you know I got soul but never a Ne-Yo Y'all rappers is broke like T.O Better off running up in the bank like Cleo Set it off, I'm quick to let it off High grade weed and a bottle of Smirnoff [Chorus: MoeRoc] My OGs told me, said my OG told 'bout money My OG told me 'bout life My OG told me, said the OG told me Said the OGs told me that real My OG told me 'bout money My OG told me 'bout life My OG told me, said the OG told me I said the OGs told me that real [Outro: Masta Killa] Wu-Tang forever, nigga Wu-Tang forever, nigga Wu-Tang forever, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy School[Intro: sample] What are you doing home from school so early? You shouldn't be back for another two hours Now answer me... what are you doing home? (I got suspended) Suspended? For what? (Nothing) A good student like you, don't get suspended for nothing Now why were you sent home? ('Cause I'm black!) [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Bangin' on the lunchroom table, I used to spectate And watch some of the MC greats Throw verses back and forth, I didn't have the heart to step forth I used to take it home to write some of my own But still I wasn't ready to touch the mic-phone The back staircases of school was filled with blunt residue A broken light bulb and the crew, a man or two Bangin' on the wall while a few M.C.'s, shoot the breeze I'm just passin' through, I might've took two off the trees We fiend for this hip hop quarantine Listen out for the walkie talkies of the Dean (security coming...) [Beat Switch] [Verse 2: RZA] Bododo.. school! Sat in the back of the class with my hand up Two wild security guards, grabbed my man up Threw him in detention for 5 days suspension Cause he said, the teacher was lyin about the Indians Trying to dumb us with the story of Columbus And brain-numb us, when all you see, that came from us They copy-carving, I learned about God and Tagging Wu logo on the book margin Intense like a New York riot, she stood quiet And asked me, could she speak to me in private (Mr. Diggs, you actin' like a fool...) Huh? (You know these rules that we have in these schools) Yeah.. (You and your friends think y'all cool) Why? ('Cause ya'll walk through these halls with the 12 jewels) Fat shoe laces and tri-colored sneakers I stood like a man then I questioned my teacher Why don't we speak about the wisdom of the sages? And how did Europe black out in the dark ages? And when they got light did they white-wash the pages? And the inquisition, why was Christians thrown in cages? And why would they try to destroy the nation? With their birth control and brain control fluoridation? And why it seems that half the school is racist? She said "Diggs, to the office!" We about faces.. [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Headed my paper with the proper title Who wrote the holy Qu'ran or Bible? Bein' that person with the scent ability Makes me responsible for the uncivil The next morning as I entered the building A cypher goin' on and the Gods is building My hot chocolate spillin', after 5th period Let's cut out, go bag some chicks up at Tilden Wonderful had the rental, "Nobody Beats the Biz" Instrumental, attractin' a few Nothin' really poppin', let's slide to Clara Barton Bumped into a few good brothers from August Martin Mentioned Norman Thomas, had chicks That'll hit flicks, and take you shopping, true indeed I thought Sarah J. had the one that I need Murry Bergtraum, Julia Richman, is it Fashion? Eli Whitney sing the song with me Sisters from Washington Irv. swing a arm Brothers in Jeff, pull the fire alarm Rude ones flow Erasmus, Westinghouse money makers Maxwell thunder hip shakers.. [Outro: 2Pac sample] They not on my level, but I can sit with the O.G.'s from there And make it major, y'knowhatimean? (That's what's nigga) Right, but, we not doing that until we get this business settled And even while we doing that, we tryna get the Wu-Tang niggas Cuz I love them niggas, I feel as though They represent the east coast, how we represent the west coast And I love them...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy No Said Date[Intro] Time to ride.. Yo... yeah.. Lord, when you droppin'? [Hook] No said date, no said date, no said date No said date, no said date (Lord, when you dropping?) No said date, no said date No said date, no said date, no said date No said date, no said date (Lord, when you dropping?) No said date, no said date [Verse 1] They said the God wasn't never comin' home Grandma in a nursin' home, my mind is blown I'm known to walk alone, but the fam It's deep, yeah we all love heat These military arm' marine, sub machine gun Legend of Brooklyn, master craftsman "Lord, when you dropping?" No said date Thought premeditated, well calculated The air's been tested, the people can't wait So, ahh - we agreed to send one, to swim from lost and found See truth be the life preserve, we can't drown Drunk with the victory, the Wu cavalry Bomb the seminar, the last "hoo-ra" for chivalry Classical, Yo-Yo Ma, laced in the bulletproof fabric Crafted and mastered in space What better place of birth than the Earth When a star is born, but the path was narrow Float across the Verrazano, stack ya ammo Hit 'em while we got the muscle, in the streets we hustle For survival, watch the God reign, build me a brain Support it with a physical frame, imperial Asiatic material Scratch the serial, smoking him, he gonna need a miracle Prepare for burial, it's time, .45 to your head, drop your nine We came to collect, the debt is overdue yo Set to connect with Deck, we pushin' through Yvette with the red Corvette from Lafayette Pussy stay wet and she hold Tec Respect to the six, she sexy wit a switch Gun never stick when 'victions for the brick Shots lick [Hook] No said date, no said date, no said date No said date, no said date (Lord, when you dropping?) No said date, no said date No said date, no said date, no said date No said date, no said date (Lord, when you dropping?) No said date, no said date [Verse 2] Heh, yo, this is No Said Date Peace, I'm Jamel Arief, pleasure to meet you Not to offend you, something for the mental Straight from the Shaolin Temple, so simple Ain't enough ink for the thoughts I think They travel so rapid, it's hard to grasp it No assumption, Kay Slay get the shit thumpin' Darts stay lethal, blaze one for the people They traveled so far to witness The killin' of a mastermind line-for-line Half-time, center stage, 50 yard line Long time, man for dead Should've been, put one in his head Before the poison spread to the body Partly done, 'nough said...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy D.T.D. (Do the Dance)Sample: "Do that dance, grown up" [Intro: Masta Killa (Raekwon w/sample)] Turn my microphone up a little high.. Yeah.. yeah, yeah, look, party people gath- Party people gather round (Do that dance, grown up, do that grown up, yeah Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah Do that dance, grown up, do that dance, grown up Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo) [Intro Verse: Masta Killa] Party people gather round, watch the God get down The sound's so rugged, measure the erection It's raw when I'm sexin' your brain Cherry cream gleem leather seats, lean Goose in the canteen, dutch leaf green Blocklet of chocolates, ship a mil', box it Moms and pops it, plan to be seventy five, live and kicking Jewels drip in the heat -- [Verse 1: Raekwon] Radioactive, roll that accurate, what? Roll that backward, flow went back I stand as a man, the game plan repped your name The greatest Fam with grain of sand Me and Irief, Killah gangsta thieves Gangsta beats, civilize, great men don't make beliefs Haagan-Daaz, shake the streets I'm cocained down, and I got a fire to stretch my eats West to East, South to North, best, the beats Rest is tef', the Chef defeats Order this piece, yo.. Niggas who ain't real, they real when they call the police My brothers watch the slang, lots of lame, pop your frame And drop your dame and chop your name We locked the game, '89 niggas with oxes on us In front of the building with the same thing [Interlude: Masta Killa (Raekwon w/ sample)] Uh-- yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get your uh-uh-uh-uh And... (do that dance, grown up, do that dance, grown up) Look, look, huh, look, huh, party people gath- Party people gather round (Do that dance, grown up, do that dance, grown up) [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Party people gather round, watch the God get down The sound's so rugged, measure the erection It's raw when I'm sexin' your brain, cherry cream gleen Leather seats, lean, goose in the canteen Dutch leaf green, blocklet of chocolates Ship a mil', box it, moms and pops it Plan to be 75, live and kicking Jewels drip in the heat, ribbon with a young sweet Something in the passenger seat, I greet queen Bee got the Old Man feeling 23 Power-U fat as a peach I'm Chief Jay Strongbow from the east Come due Allah what a beautiful squall Through the Cartier tints, I seen her from afar She in her mink trench in her panty and bra Smooth in silk, naturally built, soy milk breast Gas at the Hess, slid into the rest Undress y'all, and you don't stop, come on! [Interlude: Raekwon w/ sample (Masta Killa)] Do that dance, grown up (come on) Do that dance, grown up [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, I got muscles in my index finger, even my nail is diesel To scope two, so I could read you Without a jack jam, I'm still hittin' up people You were starvin' for beef, I had to feed you It's funny how Toney got a lot of sons around Nice dirty crib, with a lot of guns around Layin' up in Cheetah's, chillin' Treatin' niggas like cavities, lead rocks'll be in your filling Bosses, C.E.O.'s, head niggas in charge'll get whacked Actors, even down to the stars'll get clapped Skip back, I'm not a bullshit rapper My gun really do go off like that This is Ghost, high post, get your pot roast coked When the Glock burst, it's all about clockwork Fuck around and go to hell with a hot shirt I don't go to Chinatown for my fireworks I go to Achmed, test him for a bomb, first Make sure he ain't lyin', tell on me, his eye'll squirt Ghost Deini is real, me and Killa'll peel Your cap back, and deliver the mil' Niggas be pullin' out, but they don't use 'em Big giant joints, they skate and lose 'em The big yellow, this shit'll push your crew in Look you dead in your face, like "What ya'll doing?" Ain't killin' nothin', so stop pursuing Fuckin' with my click, you'll just get ruined Blowin' the weight, like Breezly Bruin By the way, who the fuck let y'all fools in?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Silverbacks[Intro: Inspectah Deck] One, two, one, two, the High Chief Yeah... yo... so alone... baby [Pre-Verse: Inspectah Deck] I'm just lookin' out of the window Watchin' the gunshots blow-ow Thinkin' how we all was turnin' out Keepin' my head above water Got to make a weight when I can (cuz I can) [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Temporary lay off, cop pay offs, daily rip offs Informer tip off, clips lick off The judge got hit off, boss got knocked off Worker made a come off, cash got dropped off Buildings got burnt out, sisters got turned out Work out of the yard up North, tryna burst out Pissy elevators, dirty cop favors Tongues hiding razors, minors turn majors Wave the bigger tools, shootout inside the school yard The game ain't' changed, niggas done made their own rules They buildin' plans, let's pull a million dollar scam Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar vans The black market, labelled the movin' target Dwellin' in the heartless projects Evil eyes hawkin', the BBS rims flossin' The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin' They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up They set me up to go up, the witness didn't show up [Pre-Verse: Masta Killa] They got their drugs on em (slippin') Bare approach the look out [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent Then all those who dare to oppose were sent back Chained to the train track, protect ya jaw These silverback niggas eat their oatmeal raw Cee Allah sawed the shotti, 'Preme went down for a body He killed Poppy, dusted in the lobby Toxy off shocky, cops be harassin' Tryna stop cashin', the episodes pass I flash back to guns and crack stashed in grass You movin' savage, please warn him of his ways and action before I blast him Then the homicide was justified when I arrive Black tints on the glass with the stockin' cap mask It's all official, steel pistol style whip you to the gristle While my team be stompin' you out after the whistle [Verse 3: GZA] I went from the slums of Hell to paradise in Heaven From a slingshot to a wall of Mac-11's I drank with the Devil and ate with the Reverend We talked numbers and I told 'em that mine was 7 The total amount of hits behind the collapsed building That had exploded in a frenzy of killings Bodies lay near tons of twisted metal Of a structure and atomic force, it leveled From the tale of the tape, the product failed in comparison The weight, the height, the reach was not a year within Sight, the significant, difference was the ammo Wrecking y'all individuals in the nano Second by second, heat blazed through the night Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights The primary reason of mission for them spitting The fire that kept hitting them ducks that kept sitting But the informants x-rays gave off electrons Within a few next days, entire sets gone Clinical precision's used to remove the eyelids Those responsible for my brothers with high bids Life in the hood is an award winning film Lived out by savages who can't escape the realm A place where the young meet and greet with guns In the park they interrupt the pure innocent funEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Grab the Mic[Masta Killa] Yeah, it's like salutation, greeting Ladies and gents, good evening I'm the speaker for the evening Get up out your chair, throw your hands in the air Have drinks on me, hit it slow, though Each dose, well potent Some particle, compound into one article The headline read, shall I proceed? Hell yeah, well let the turntable spin Like the chrome on the G wag' Benz, let's begin [Hook: Masta Killa] Aiyo, spit that shit, that make niggas wanna lick they Glock When I grab the microphone, I can't stop To drop that shit that make you get "ahh" Down on your face, with the gun to your -- Ladies in the club, they frontin' like -- My brothers in the club, we try'nna get "ahh" [Masta Killa] Look, another smash hit, my niggas from the boulevard East New York squad, in the yard gettin' ripped 'Least twenty five a clip, a hundred men stomp in ya face The wolves barkin', careful, you might get trampled Caught flashin', wrap him in the masking tape Jimmy Basking, murder was the case when the crowd break fool Iron Mic Duel held down by the poolside Along came a spider, spun spools in a cypher Screamin' on your mic, leads spray from the sawed off pipe Stenographer type, the ghetto hype slang, flow roll Like water off the brim when it rain Iron Maiden, checkmating, no escaping, we takin' it [Hook] Aiyo, spit that shit, that make niggas wanna lick they Glock When I grab the microphone, I can't stop To drop that shit that make you get "ahh" Down on your face, with the gun to your -- Ladies in the club, they frontin' like -- My brothers in the club, we try'nna get "ahh" [Masta Killa] So terrifyin', so electrifyin' Ya'll niggas can't deny, it's so death defyin' Also, unique, it's so much heat On the turntable wax, when I speak on the beat One-two, throw it up, like you came to give it up Drop something in the collection cup, for the cause Of the sixteen bars, fast cars and jewelry Fine silk, Cantonese wine make the rhyme shine Bright on the seven continent Take it to the fullest extent Go anywhere, and live [Hook (snippet)] Aiyo, spit that shit, that make niggas wanna lick they Glock When I grab the microphone, I can't stop To drop that shit that make you get "ahh" Down on your face, with the gun to your -- [Masta Killa] Yeah, P. Diddy, I know you dancin' Crowd still movin', ladies groovin' When the God show and provin' [Outro: Masta Killa] Shit went something like that, I can't remember how that go.. Knawhatimean?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Queen[Intro: Curtis Mayfield "The Makings of You" sample (Masta Killa)] Add a little sugar (uh), honeysuckle and (sweetness) A great big expression of happiness Boy, you couldn't miss... (beautiful queen, beautiful queen) With a dozen roses (beautiful queen), such will astound you [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Her refinement was beautiful, I acknowledged her attraction In passing, driven by a desire to know if she's taken I was askin', "Is your heart vacant? Excuse me, Miss, how you feel? Can we build?" Could it be the mind you see, guidin' you to me? Extendin' my hand to welcome you in paradise Supreme observation, di-tect hesitation Your mind flashed back to other shit you've been through Others left you questionable, what's acceptable? The first sight of this divine light might shy you Warm words melt the ice between us My thoughts penetrate and begin to break through [Hook: Masta Killa (Curtis Mayfield sample)] (Add a little sugar) Let's hit Vegas while the weather is nice (Honeysuckle and) Kiss my hand before I roll my dice (A great big expression of happiness Boy, you couldn't miss...) In the 7-45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep (With a dozen roses) It's just the simple things in life we do (Such will astound you) [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Watch the God as I'm shapin' and moldin' this planet I'm holdin' In suspended animation, love is the highest elevation Of understandin' I can show, over this candle-light scene This is King toast Queen We touch glasses, sippin' the finest imports Frankinmyrrh and Love Supreme, raspberry bubble bath cream Steam the mirror, I draw hearts with our name Relaxin' ya brain with sweet sounds from Claudine Gladys Knight on to Curtis Mayfield thing It's just nice-ness, the absence of confusion Love, peace and happiness, pure bliss Reminisce about the evenin', hit me when you reach home Maybe we can build and add on over the phone Sugar I smoke bone, do you think that I'm wrong? Your moms might disapprove of my smooth rudeness Excuse, I don't mean to intrude [Hook: Masta Killa (Curtis Mayfield sample)] (Add a little sugar) Let's hit Vegas while the weather is nice (Honeysuckle and) Kiss my hand before I roll my dice (A great big expression of happiness Boy, you couldn't miss...) In the 7-45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep (With a dozen roses) It's just the simple things in life we do (Such will astound you) [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Aight, yeah love See your treatment is royal, relax and uncoil You spoiled with petals on ya bath water, love I rose in my whip with my wiz in thought It rained lightly on the window, the wipe was flowin' simu' To the melody, "Didn't I blow your mind?" Hit the spliff slow, sit low, seat reclined In due time, every square inch will be mine She so fine, reflectin' the light I shine, over wine I knew she had the good nook-nook from the first look Hair well groomed and thing Body wrapped with the Fendi sandle to match Coach back, swingin' on arm, approach the calm Skin buttermilk soft as Persian lamb cloth She asked for directions as if she was lost But fully in tune with the stars, Sun and Moon In the tomb, when Starks hit the milk of Lorna Doon [Hook: Masta Killa (Curtis Mayfield sample)] (Add a little sugar) Let's hit Vegas while the weather is nice (Honeysuckle and) Kiss my hand before I roll my dice (A great big expression of happiness Boy, you couldn't miss...) In the 7-45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep (With a dozen roses) It's just the simple things in life we do (Such will astound you) [Outro: Allah Real (Masta Killa)] Didn't I blow your mind? (Beautiful queens, beautiful queens) Oh, didn't I blow your mind? (Beautiful queens, beautiful queens) Oh, didn't I blow your mind? Didn't I blow your mind?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Things Just Ain’t The Same[Grace Jones "The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game" sample] What's this whole world, coming to Things just ain't the same... [Masta Killa] Leather gooses, sheep skin coats and bombers British walkers, shark skin tailor made Playboys black suede, three finger rings Name plate, rope chains, BVD nylon Gazelle frames, matching with the Kangol hat You couldn't have that, brothers might snatch that Flashback, 190e, with the mock neck Lee suits, 25, nigga, we shoot Fresh blue and white Puma or the track night Shelltoe Adidas with the fatter, no laces Late night, summer time jam, we in the park DJ cutting, MC spitting his dart A Sergio Tacchini brown suede ballet Jay cross town to Delancey, jew the jew down Fresh leather winter weather, maxima spoiler kit Legendary deuce flicks, Slick Rick Run-DMC, Jam Master Jay, hah Wu-Tang Clan, Scott LaRock, KRS-One Damn, brothers like Pun, hah I had a Jaz-O tape, me and my crew, hah Walk the avenue, sky was blue, half past two Used to Cold Crush, M-O Dee, Treacherous Three Spoonie Gee, Busy 'Killa' Bee Crack never kept him high longer than five minute Wallabee Clarks of course, silk and linen Jumbos two for five, come and get it Mama cried, tears of fear, when I was wilding Saying 'please don't wear that, people getting killed for that' Latin Quarter, Union Square, you had to be there The Fever, MC Global Ripping the armory, this is hip hop to me [Hook: Masta Killa] A few years ago, a friend of mine He had to go away and do some time Before I kick this rhyme that I'm about to say I got a letter he wrote, and it went this way [Masta Killa] Yo, let's shoot the fair one, take it to the back of the building A Train to the Junction where the Gods is building Valor Fila suit, fresh from Simon's Canal Street jewelry, door knocker earrings Leather skirt, Louis Vitton, Yves Saint Laurent Polo goose weather, Benetton, Audi or the rag top Jetta Lumberjack, mink Jew hat, suede front sweater, quarter filled leathers Triple beams used to measure, waves to the side Three sixty round the back, before the flat top Stone love classics, silver hawk athlete Live at the Biltmore, my flow cocoa libio You can never catch my super rhyme Kurtis flow I fifty two head to toe, crazy hummer side Tomahawk, streets I walk, Hardy Boy sex boys take money Rikers Isle, nobody smiling, jolly stompers Sing Sing Spofford, TNT NARCs, they rush and try to knock us Halloween masked up, buck fifty stitch cut Lands of the kings and Tuts, peace Sauron Latif, little Shareef, brother AD High school cutting out to Coney Island Beach I prepared this lesson at RedirectionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Secret Rivals[Intro: Killah Priest (Method Man)] Uh... musical clever You know what time it is (Ooh-ahh, Meth Tical) Yeah... what... (Hey, did you turn my mic down Oh.. my headphone fell off.. damn..) [Verse 1: Killah Priest] Death come to those who oppose Knockin' at the door, holding a rose In plain clothes, when the face ice cold Lock your windows, still I come in when the wind blows Come in slow, suddenly your eyes close Then your body set through your soul, it rose Turn into a black crow and fly into the internal night That's when I also take flight I turn into a great falcon With mighty wings, when they flap, they move mountains I leap on your back, like a wild fucking monkey Eyes are blood shot red, with a growling tummy Beat your fucking back out, like a gorilla When I was tore, I figure my way, out the house of mirrors I show up to a recording session, with no facial expression I'm just there like I crept in Escape through the east gate, return through the west ends When the son said, I'm like the westerns beneath the moon light And the crescent, Priest, I have a stance, that's strong When I perform, I transform, into a sandstorm Leaving one third of the land torn I'm like mice, I react strange I'm like a terratrans, I react crazy when the weather change Then the father of a hurricane, handcuff pain I whip tornadoes with iron chains I make volcanoes scream out my name Niggas kill me, trying to escape my wrath Through death, don't you know, I'm crazy motherfucker I hold my breath.. [Interlude: Method Man] Flicks... sluggy... one time For your muthafuckin' mind Wu-Tang Forever, this is just the next chamber, baby (Fish filet, fish filet) Ah, ah-ah-ah [Verse 2: Method Man] We walking dogs, foot soldiers, fuck you all Guns and roses, play the wall The final curtain calls every day, all day We hurtin' y'all, project hallways is triflin' Public Enemy, number one, still fightin' The power, like Tyson When nothing else work, start biting Swallow up that weak shit, they writing Spit it out, frustrated with the line Hard for me to get it out Intellectual, architect, bomb threat to a vegetable Mr. Meth, you can get the left and right testicle Step to the rear, Wu-Tang on arrival Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs called survival Nothing else matter, suspect chin niggas shatter Clap a mad rapper, red dot beemin' on the blood clot, splatter University, anniversary of terror It's now, or it's never Ain't no in-betweens in the cold war Can't hold it down, got a thousand that can hold yours Starvin', pardon me, God, I get a charge Like a human lighting rod, strike back with no regard For the innocent, harder than the bricks in my tenements Wu-Tang, forever and a day, we be killin' it [Verse 3: Masta Killa] So patient, they sat there in the aisles and waited For the testimony, hungry, for a statement from the one and only Thirsty for the ceremony at and, true Wu die hard fans Now look how we rock, make a freestyle drop, old school like the wop My grandaddy used to do this dance called the slop I keep it hip hop for ya'll, we don't stop Got ladies by the flock, no safety on the Glock Stop, look and listen when the semi auto's pop, your neck Mock with the rope, who can match palm I'm strong as a nuclear bomb, dangerous armed Have you not prepared yourself, you've been warned Gun shot to the informer, Killa Bee Swarm Caught 'em on the corner of Lavonia Reported missing, found him in the fetal position Shot twice, armed with the rocket Blind for the target, deaded on arrival Suspenseful, kill or be killed, pass the rifleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Whatever[Intro: Streetlife, sample] I thi- I think of sometime I thi- I think of sometime see him Killa... blast on 'em, never sometime Yo.. [Verse 1: Streetlife] I got the drop on you, don't flinch Pop niggas like John Lynch Leave niggas in they own stench I'm a light drinker, heavy smoker Known for duckin' show promoters Pass the money over My whole crew is ex-cons, be alarmed When you hear the *err-urrrrr*, it's on Silverback niggas under the stairs When we link up, we travel in pairs Y'all niggas best to beware of the most thoroughest Cover all aspects, four corners You can't creep up on us I'm takin' one for the team, deal me in And when the smoke clears, do it again This ain't a side show, you can die slow There's no I in team, we all ride, yo! The Masta brought the ceremony This is my testament, homicide Housing That's what I represent [Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn] Criminal gunplay, chemicals rain on P.J.'s Last raid, another fed paid, bed rum: Sunday The world dyin' for the love of money Expensive chains, intensive pain from that cocaine Condition the brain, children in strain, as I look back Memory lane, civil and plain, it be in fame A major part of the game, chemistry grain Foolish kids ran when I came Forty acres, five percent of terrain Spark right through my vein tunnel Aim through this jungle of rain A lot of haters wanna see us hang But watch me bang as in Eagle/Crane Step back, shatter your frame Another victim in the system where he barely sustained Forkin' in, I sold a million way, his first campaign Sippin' rosemary cherry champagne, nigga The young and the dangerous, water on the wrist, ice cryst' Talk with a lisp, then I be top of your list [Hook: Streetlife] We all in this together, forever and ever Down for whatever, whenever, yeah, yeah We all in this together, forever and ever Down for whatever, whenever [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Check the Words from the Genius, that was written in pen Murder gloves, hide the fingerprint, but never the sin Ghetto prophet that's born to quote Got the crimies, behind me, with the face on scope Don't provoke, trust son, that thing bust, and we roll dangerous Who can handle us, when we rush the clubs on thrust Yo, don't miss the lead vocalist, terrorist Wu-Tang, a pure danger, the God hold a fort Teach law, universal, beatdown, my stomping ground We hold courts in the streets of New York Snort the gun powder, eyes stay red like fire Cut the mic wire, hit a love ballad note Pen stroke, beautiful quote, for you to deep throat Ghetto life had to rough up in the housing They only make 'em like us, every twenty five thousand [Hook: Streetlife] We all in this together, forever and ever Down for whatever, whenever, yeah, yeah We all in this together, forever and ever Down for whatever, wheneverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Digi Warfare[Intro: Masta Killa] We gon' take this back, crazy old school Off the head one time, get a DJ something to a-- Chika-chika-chika-chika-chicka-chicka-chhhh Get 'em something to scratch, y'knowhatimsayin? My nigga Choco, Jam Master Jay on the 1's and 2's Peace Allah Math, Red Alert, Marley Marl Kid Capri, Funkmaster Flex and uh, Mr. Cee I can't forget, Sway and Tech Jazz Joyce, DJ Clue, Cocoa Chanel Irief Jamel, I rocks the mic well, well Rock the mic well, well, well.. [Verse 1: Masta Killa] On and on, to the break of dawn Hot Butter on, say what? The popcorn Freak 'em to the left, while we rock 'em to the right Brooklyn in the house, who wanna fight? Can we bounce? Roll to the skate, ya rock? Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop Come alive party people, gimme what you got I guess by now you can take a hunch Fine, I'm the ninth member of the bunch Rockin' old school ain't shit to me MC's OD on the shit that I wrote Can we smoke while I'm drinkin'? I'm thinkin' of bonin' Sugar, I wanna ride yo ass until the mornin' Leave ya moanin: Jamel Irief, High Chief, comin' outta East Medins [Hook: Masta Killa] Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas Lookin' real good from ya toes to ya weave Tell the fellas back up and like let ya breathe Fellas in the house if ya know ya live Punch niggas in the face from Cali to Bed-stuy Handlin' the steel if the shit get real Just flip a pie and stack ya mil' [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Activation, mind starts sparkin' Constant elevation, sky walkin' David Thompson, my Wu niggas stompin' Down the boulevard, shakin' yo ass You better watch yo self, I'm type slick With a nice size --- lemme see you work it She wanna suck it in public Ol' Dirty Bastard can use it on the visitings, you wit it? Then holla like wheels on a peel, don't squeal Just keep it on the 'lils, for the Masta Kill Just givin' you somethin' that y'all can feel I see you in the hood, then ya fam from Tilden Slid through the back of the buildin', heat concealed in Stare to your place Rae bomb the elevator, an Incarcerated Scarface, here, taste The lace from the dominant race to the base In ya face like paste, baby doll Uh, uh, uh, uh, yes yes y'all Welcome to the block party, shots lick off You might wanna hit the deck, but stay calm It's only us, every thing's still well plush We freakin' the streets, the Shiek shows the beat [Interlude: RZA (U-God)] One two, one two I'mma try this one more time, son Lemme in there, yo put that nigga back son (Yeah, hit hard) [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Like... hip hop, like socialize Clean out ya ears and ya open ya eyes Liquid Sword to the city Peace Allah Just, that's one of the committee Let's hook up the 6 for a chess contest Relieve a little stress I'll snatch a bag of the Uptown's best Make ya love it when ya smell it It's the velvet, block of chocolate for a hundred Dread' got pounds, if ya wanna get down Or we can catch 'em on the next round My universal sound is like world renowned World renowned, world renowned My universal sound is like world renowned {*echoes*} [Hook: Masta Killa] Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas Lookin' real good from ya toes to ya weave Tell the fellas back up and like let ya breathe Fellas in the house if ya know ya live Punch niggas in the face from Cali to Bed-stuy Handlin' the steel if the shit get real Just flip a pie and stack ya mil'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Down With Me[Intro: Masta Killa] Yeah Funk Flex spin it back for me DJ Clue, Desert Storm with me Kay Slay stay stuntin' with me My man Tony Touch come ride with me Yeah, [?] rock this with me And uh, Felli Fel from the whole wild West Gettin' this money, that's how we be [Verse 1: Sean Price] Yo, the High Chief Jamel Irief takes the stage When I speak the hell I speak, lift the gauge White chalk rappers Slight talk, knife hawk, fight that rapper Ruck the master, call me the fifth dan Pop shit and chop bricks quick with his swift hand Can't enter the venue, the fuck is your wristband? Whole shit is stinkin' and sinkin' in quicksand My worst verse better than the best My best verse better than the rest The rest of the rest need to rest I suggest you all fall back 'for I mess up your chest P!, I am the best Brook Brothers in the casket, I'm fresh to death I go knock on ya door like Jehovah Witness Witness the gun spun son I'm wicked, uh Gift of Gab, my gab is gifted I say the right words, you be stabbed and lifted All white knife, the Mercedes is black, kid Gun popped, you get shot through babyback ribs I'm the best at rap Brownsville so you stepped that crack, motherfucker [Chorus: Masta Killa] Sean P is down with me P.F. Cuttin' is down with me Wu-Tang Clan is down with me Gettin' this money, that's how we be Brooklyn is down with me (Bed-Stuy) East New York is down with me Flatbush is down with me Brownsville is down with me Crown Heights is down with me 9th Wonder is down with me Gettin' this money, that's how we be (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yo) [Verse 2: Masta Killa] We keep it hip hop, socialize Clean out your ears, open up your focal Point me to the MC Thinking he can pull his microphone out against me Get your hands up, keep rising 'cause I can't stop, it ain't no top See the flow is non-GMO, an orchard of witty unpredictable Wise words growing organically I spit cases of water refined, alkaline lines Combined by design of rhyme, it's now food for Multiples publishing and royalties is loyalty And pays systematic on time One time for your motherfucking mind See the 22 points on my Universal Flag, designed Combined with the relevance of intelligent, it's tolerant [Outro: Masta Killa] Yeah, yo Yo peace to my whole universal hip-hop nation across the planet You know what I mean? Peace to my people that rock, right? From New York to Jersey, Boston to Philly Connecticut to DC, (Staten Island) Baltimore to NE (New Hampshire) [?], (Detroit) South Carolina gets down with me Kansas, Atlanta gets down with me (Denver) Miami. Jacksonville, Cashville, Louisiana, Seattle, New Orleans Chi-Town down with me, H-Town Getting this money that's how we be LA is down with me Dallas, Oakland, San Franc', Italy, uhu, Switzerland, [?] London, German, Paris, getting this money that's how we be Holland, light it up [?] day, Amsterdam y'all light it up [?] day Getting this money that's how we be African, Nigeria, the whole South America, you know Cosmic Kev, Greg Street, Delaware Sway & Tech, Kid Atmosphere Down with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Last Drink[Intro: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)] After this drink.. we-we-we.. Now become sworn enemies! Huh-huh, after this drink, we Now become sworn enemies! Sworn enemies! (Uh, yeah, come on, come on, come on, pick your gun up Come on, come on, come on, salute nigga Real cats) [Hook: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)] After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on) After this drink.. (Come on, come on, come on, come on, yea Yeah, real warriors style) [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Hear the crowd start holla Stepped on stage in the Wallabee Clark Mic check sound correct, so vivid Like I'm stepping out the speaker, streets taught Never leave an enemy behind, when he goes He might strike again another time I came home from the warhead, fucked up From the things that I saw Women that were kinning me, slept with the enemy General strayed, the ghost seemed tempting They were deceive, what they were promised, was never received I cock aim, squeeze the gun at M.C.'s Not for a dollar, not for the fame Not for you to holler, or shout the god name A risen one from the slums, speaks with authority The dart well flourish, the wise pursuit wisdom The fools soon parish.. [Hook: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)] After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Yeah, yeah, get your gun ready) After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Yeah, what, come on, what, yeah, uh-huh) [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Ahh... this is born everlasting The style came blastin', through your component Makin' ya'll want it, but ya'll can't clone it Deliver to the booth, the truth is so raw Hard to the core, wild as a boar A lion like roar, forty day tour Through the Singapore, boat with the ore Struck a nerve when he heard the words so clear His heart was hardened, by the lies and deceit Then came a beat as rare as leap year Sparked something inside that made him wanna ride And go cop the tape, he searched for, for years Like an old beat break, Hypnotic on ice Chillin', he drankin', Armored Truck tankin' Crowd charmer, it's the Iron Mic bomber Piercing through your armor, bad news that you can't diffuse Short fuse, you know we can't lose [Hook: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)] After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on) After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! (Come on, come on, come on -- come on, come on, come on) [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Ahh, see the God light so bright, I hoodied up the sun to glow Few lines from the mindstate, create fat tapes to go From the present day, let's motivate The universe borns itself, I just insist in the action Testin' in the land of lust, stood firm, in the God I trust Met hate at the gate, grieve, no need Jealously took his head, and then fled Bangin' in your walkman, live from New York, in One instance, look, clone from existence Ride like a crocodile on the death row The Iron Mic poem.. [Hook: Masta Killa] Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, uh Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah, ahh, yea.. [Outro: sample from "Cheers"] Making your way in the world today, takes everything you've got Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot Wouldn't you like to get away, get away, get away..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Love Spell[Intro: Dave West] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And you can have anything Baby, if you roll with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Tell us, who is this refine black queen, eyes so innocent Vanilla cherry scented, can I get to know you? Let's exchange digits, slide, so we can kick it The night is almost over, gave a C note to the chauffeur Your place or mine, she said "Mines'll be fine I rarely find the time to dine and unwind With working full time, you know, and school, part-time Are you listening?" I said "Yes, love, I'm knowledging The ball game is on, kinda distracting my attention Not to ignore you, I didn't mean to bore Just thought I'd speak less and strive to listen more" My cheri amore, you make the heart skip a beating I miss your warm greeting, when we're not speaking How's L.A. for the weekend, sound? 'Nuff deniro, shopping spree, recent arrow Momma said never trust him, it's only logic I scope out every exit, and open every closet [Hook: Dave West] And you can have anything Baby, if you roll with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I choose the best, but for myself That makes you my queen Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Masta Killa] How beautiful is she to have the God Degree ready? Veggie stirred fried, with the carrot juice side Pretty feet, pretty hands, there she lie tanning Bending with the sand, I docked the yacht Stepped ashore, greeted the queen As only a king should, unveiled the hood Kneel as she stood, before me She spoke softly, butt ass, she stood naked With the bow-legged stance, so sexy Sweet temptation, look how the rain come down Your hormones pound, you moan with passion Uteris contracting, time for some action Cream rising, your breast at attention Who is the original man? Got your quoting Lookin' in the mirror, you ride, I hold it open Short long stroking to death... (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Hook: Dave West] And you can have anything Baby, if you roll with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I choose the best, but for myself That makes you my queen Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Masta Killa] And the drama stay major, I need a genie If you can hold away, then come and see me I'm guaranteed to make it rain, every spring but ahh I know you love me, even when you cursing me out Waited up til the candles burnt out Ahhh -- please forgive me, I'm out here scrapin' Drapin' niggas up, stackin' and takin' A whole lotta paper, it's gonna take years and years For me to express, the love elevation The hell we go through, gives me the motivation To get it right, makin' up at night It's all worth the aggravation, black woman through you I'mma build me a nation, nation... of Gods and Earths (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Hook: Dave West] And you can have anything Baby, if you roll with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I choose the best, but for myself That makes you my queen Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I choose the best, but for myself That makes you my queen Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Outro: Dave West] Lovin' you, it looks so sweet So sexy, and still discrete Lovin' you, it looks so sweet So sexy, and still discreteEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ringing BellsUh huh, uh huh [Verse 1] You take on face value how fast the light travel This Heaven sent gift from the Universe Blessings, tithe and offerings There's no Compromisin' the truth It might blow the roof off Exposin' the Germ, Tapeworm Poison animal eaters you must learn Let me teach you how to see through six Rise above the mist, the Naked Eye can hardly detect When I'm in Effect, Live and Direct It's the East New York section of Brooklyn Bangin' ass beat make you wanna freak Techniques Display the Art, sword swingin' piercing ya Heart Sharp as a nigga on Prom Night We strike wit a Vengeance Givin' y'all the Maximum Sentence Each sentence is like a Timeline for you to Define How to rhyme coincide and relate, to my last tape 'No Said Date', say it loud "Yo I'm Black and Proud" To crack ya fuckin' backin' over any form of disrespect To my Nation - Seeds I'm raisin', paper chasin' For the God degree Guarantee to disassemble any MC stepin' in the place to be Off the head I wrote this one in Red For the Blood of all my people that shedded For the Cause, my Microphone ripped so swift [Dr. Benjamin Muhammad] 'What is Justice'? 'Justice is the law that distinguishes between Right and Wrong' 'What then is Justice, that we may do Justice?' 'The face of a killer is your face, my face, our face' [Verse 2] This first MC Law He swore to make the crowd roar Came up through the floor drew his Mic from his hip and begin To squeeze Clip, son said "Don't kill 'em as quick" Let 'em do tray, palm stay 18 Jay Who made it possible for you to witness? First born built the Weather to Storm Bees Swarm like Hundred Women scorn This is warnin' to the people we ship the sour diesel Breezin' through the Caroline Distribution Pipe line spark it equal Guarded people as Divine makes it's final Descent To the Pavement, we laced it, keepin' it basic Who is this 'Irief Jamel' Ring Bells through out the City A few know 'em well - The Description Black Male Wit the Universal flag drippin' off his lapel [Dr. Benjamin Muhammad] 'God is the Number One Killer' 'He out killed...Genghis Khan...Kublai Khan ...?*Tamerlane*?...Yes he did' 'He out killed Hitler...out killed Mussolini' ...Out killed Napoleon' 'When God gets ready to kill he wipes...Cold, Complete' 'God the Killer'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tiger and the Mantice[Verse 1: Masta Killa] Song gets rougher while I'm rhyming Pretty women, guns and diamonds Living this truth that I manifest, so I ain't gotta say I'm the best Y'all already know about the killer murder one flow In the toe-to-toe swordplay You know how I play with these other MC I supersede true indeed The talent that I got will r-iz-ock the spot Competition I be burning, burning hot Make a beat sing Wallabee Clark with no sock I sit and write dart non-stop Into the night, thought takes flight Follow it and don't lose sight We 'bout to reach heights only few imagine But it's all real, 20 mil, large bills Stacked up, took us like 3 days to count it up Along with the drinking, smoking and chilling Tiger claw with the mantis chanting [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, I hit quick with it scorpion sting It was said I'm the one like I'm under Morphius wing Let me guide y'all, walk with a king, Lord of the Ring Show up on scene to The Warriors theme Bless your highness, Ron O'Neal, all my superfly So stoned like I gazed in Medusa eyes They whispering true lies, why? When they throw up deuce high when they cruise by Rebel the great, sick with the medical case On money like the president face You ain't live it, you can never relate Hard times on the grind make a nigga leave 7 for 8 Flow cold as a Chiraq youth, so savage Doing this back since the pissy mattress Tiger and the mantis, chanting 365 'cause 24/7, I can't quit [Verse 3: GZA] Yo, how mighty is the pen? Powerful enough to exert strength equivalent to a forceful wind And on another note, it's a specialized instrument Writing many degrees, the knowledge is infinite This work here is eclectic Gathered from a broad range and its food for thought is electric Completely organic and ripe for all seasons Purifying fire penetrating all regions The words they integrate sentences, they stimulate Sterile mind can't define, he imitate Some need laser correction 'Cause this vision is a dream that's played by distorted perceptionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy E.N.Y. House (East New York House)[Verse 1] Yo, when the East is in the house Goddamn! We slam Mics 40 Days - 40 Nights fights Erupt from the Energy Givin' off me, crowd move from the Wattage It's Electric, shockin' the body Rise Lazarus, party wit the God body Here's a Hotty, see the chief is like a Dr And I'm gon' Prescribe Just a thought for you to snort If you like it then light it up Smoke it, toke it, shotgun blast it Pass it to your homey let 'em sample the example How to MC [Verse 2] When the East is da house - WATCH OUT!! We on the get it, don't bet it Cuz we known to set it Beat the case then split your fuckin' face You terribly mistaken, Ireif the Terrible reign Ladies wanna stroke the Mane of the Lion When I step up to the Mic zone, hell get thrown And its provin' is shown Out the Womb I was born to Rule Lead Men to water Now school is in session, take lesson [Verse 3] Yo, yo, uh, When the East is da house We gets the party jumpin' Beat pumpin', make the ladies wanna flex Time to have sex Halftime back of the Range, at the Nets game Mo' Money scheme, red beams for Glocks Sad love ballets, hollow tip Black Talons Nobel, Vocal, known to Ring Bells Global Background Criminal Social, Skin Opal Official seal of Approval Label lethal, people under pressure Swords kill Hundred Men Heads roll, knees bend, Times Ten Flow rollin off the ball of the PenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Let’s Get Into Something[Intro: Startel] Let's go... yeah... yeah, yeah, yeah... [Verse 1: Startel] Kaboom, I came through the door Never seen a girl like you before Your eyes, your lips, your hair, your smile Oh baby, I like your style Huh, I just need a clue, to what a brother like me must do The touch, the kiss, to hold, me with Just get that thing started Oh no doubt, I'm gon' love you right (no, no, no, no, no) Woman so just cozy now There when you need me to hold you tight Never left stressed out, or in doubt (oh, no, no, no, no) Well welcome to the world of the Real McCoy Three times a man, never was a boy [Chorus: Startel] Baby, we're here doing nothing We should be into something I'm looking at you, you're looking at me It's all good, girl, burn some weed No need, you stand around fronting Let's go get into something I'm crushing on you, you're crushing on me Let's go kick and roll some trees [Verse 2: Startel] It's so cool, I moved close to you I begin to smell your sweet perfume I smiled, said hi, y'all don't, reply I like it when they act too fly Huh, all insecurities, could never discourage me The smooth, finesse, I will, impress Can't help, but to, confess I came here just to love you right (no, no, no, no, no) Woman so just cozy now There when you need me to hold you tight Never left stressed out, or in doubt (oh, no, no, no, no) Well welcome to the world of the Real McCoy Three times a man, never was a boy [Chorus: Startel] Baby, we're here doing nothing We should be into something I'm looking at you, you're looking at me It's all good, girl, burn some weed No need, you stand around fronting Let's go get into something I'm crushing on you, you're crushing on me Let's go kick and roll some trees [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Eh-yo, peace beautiful, here's just a few lines To let you know I was thinking, look I had a few drinks and Then I lit a bone, thinking 'bout your skin tone Pretty fat face, with your high cheek bone I love to hear you moan, you know our phone conversation is grown You sayin' "daddy come home", I'm all alone Here staring at your picture, kind of hating, I miss ya I soon come kiss ya pain and make it better You dressed with my sweater, for the scent of your man While I'm out hustlin', black gloves on my hand My mind pan, pictures you in front of the fan I know it's been a little while since you felt my embrace You miss daddy taste, you pace back and forth In your Vicky thong lace, the anticipation is great You can't erase, the thought of my arrival Feel the tingle, it's the sensation [Hook: Startel] I be rubbing that, holding that, loving that Girl, I know you like it like that I'm looking at you, you're looking at me It's all good, girl, burn some weed I be loving that, holding that, squeezing that Girl, what you gon' do? I'm looking at you, you're looking at me It's all good, girl, burn some weed [Chorus: Startel] Baby, we're here doing nothing We should be into something I'm looking at you, you're looking at me It's all good, girl, burn some weed No need, you stand around fronting Let's go get into something I'm crushing on you, you're crushing on me Let's go kick and roll some treesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Man[Superb] Fuck y'all niggas talkin about? My flow, right? Everytime I did this shit, you niggas got hype yo Superb's the next nigga, respect for those before me In these last days, I'm bringin rap glory In the streets they hear it, some will remember the lyrics In my demise, some will remember me in spirit And I ain't tryin to die like 'Pac and BIG And lose my talent to a cultured thug life I'm a man, seein mindstate of balance Takes years, fam', like fuck y'all plans See, we feel like stars, shine like stars Fuck stars, fuck y'all, we examples Samples of the hood, thugs from the hood Young bloods in the hood like, they love the hood They love the young bitches, nickel bags and guns In the benches, we see it all off the benches I learned how to sew seein niggas stitches And the pain, don't even ask who 'bout the pain They killed main, I won't maintain By the bus stop, two blocks from the dust spots Somebody busted shots, they said Sam got got Damn, he wildin in the back cab rap That eat swine, fucked his arms and hold nines That's Far Rock for you, my block for you Y'all bitches niggas only live in jail cuz ock know you When I come home, watch how shots blow you Through the upholstery, even through your mom's groceries Little Sam died three months later He got set up in the elevator, his cape was regulated His name faded, he has a son by this bitch he dated Shorty waited for two dead case kid He'd get them niggas kids if he couldn't get them Then one day out of the blue, BAM! He heard shit like last names and cars rarin The Larger Than Life niggas was about to leave here [Sampled singing] [Masta Killa] My people stressed out, we seventy dead and starvin Son couldn't walk through my yard past curfew I rose from an era of terror where it was legal To tote guns, get red and bust a nigga head And if pussyhole for dead, left pussyhole for dead What the fuck was his song? Never heard of this till niggas started snitchin I'm still stitchin motherfuckers up I deal with high sciences, supreme refinements Till any wicked germ is destoryed and burned We the Gods without question Prove what I'm manifestin, all show ways and actions Hopeful that, lick your cannon I'm ill when I shoot to peal like Ed O'Bannon In my head is a thought, perm cocked, off safety Shots fired, follow blood trails to the stairwell Faced down, he lay sound, rounds to his crown Shorty hip flock was midtown, big fly holdin him down With the dead-arm, siren sounds Bullets chip brick, precincts followed by the ambulance Respond to the bomb threat I picked up his MC tray through the masters I'm sharper than my carpentry blade The culture carven into mountains The faces of my eight classmates That stomp through 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 [Sampled singing]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Future[Jamel a/k/a Assassin] Yo, yo, Wu-Tang Clan, still fatter Off the datas, for, my father gonna get home by now And Uncle Justice, we gotta hurry up Do this video, Wu-Tang [Shamel a/k/a Dragon Breath] Yo, I block the bronze, the Kid Golden Arms I tear by shorty, with the Iron Palm of Dragon Breath Burn through your body, you see about A head Gotti, for Balardi, for Malatti, I'm scratchin' the table Scratchin' the trashboard, lost laws Of Dragon Breath, is like an Iron fire [Jamel a/k/a Assassin] Quote getter [Kareem a/k/a Justice] I'm a snake cat from way back, that'll snap on ya'll eenie Cuz ya'll too wack, and plus I need a snack This is a dangerous fact, so step back Before I pull a whole clip in my -- [Jamel a/k/a Assassin] Be in subzero, my ice power go like a river My nigga Tero, I'm all set, with my ice power Niggas don't mess with me, I'm the Assassin AS to a S, AS, IN, you can't mess with me My praying mantis is deadly, my praying mantis is poisonous It goes through your bloodstream It goes through your bloodstream Everybody go through they bloodstream My praying mantis is deadly, you end up in a hospital You better shut up, before I put one In your praying mantis, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pass the Bone (Remix)[Intro: Masta Killa] Uh, Y'all niggas should have some of this shit right here boy It's that good shit Uh, it's just...1-2, 1-2, replace the beat A-yo; a-yo, check-a, check-a, check-a Check it out Uh, motherfucking [Verse 1 Masta Killa] I was feeling lovely, pocket full of dough A little drunk, reaction mad slow Thinking, should I step 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 sparked Stepped in the Grand Resort $25 Dollar fee, plus I.D But a brother like me Executive V.I.P Word! Took a bar seat Had a tall glass of Hennessey and Peach She turned to my left, seen this chick, she was slamming What you do kid? I examined her Pushed up, tried to bag her for her name What happened? I didn't have the.. Overwhelmed by the scent in the air Could it be? Yes, yea, Ha ha It was Startel The God Jamel, he had a bone A blunt of that ill shit I said, "pass the bone, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid pass the bone" He passed it, took one pull, I was blasted Felt kind of stimulated, fantastic Reapproached the weak cypher Did you surprise her? Tranquilized her Bagged her for her name and address Slid to the rest, achieved mad success Ha ha, yeah [Hook: Startel God Allah] We don't front, we run things Here to tell you one thing Run through town like stars Flyest broads, hottest cars We don't front, we run things Here to tell you one thing Run through town like stars Hottest bars, fuck you frauds [Verse 2: Masta Killa] I was at a night club, shorty grilling with the mean mug Ain't showing no love, it's all good I'm ready to float inside and rip the mic phone Hmm, all I needed was a hydro bone Guess who came down the block stumbling drunk? I forget the brother name but he had some skunk Took out the blunt, put the weed inside Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied Inhale ‎– without pertaining a cough Exhale ‎– you know like two pulls and all Stimulated kind of toxie, but don't sleep You know we got the drop, one shot wit the heat Some brothers be smoking that weed of the week But never me, just strictly the Ganja Sinsemilla in your area [Hook: Startel God Allah] We don't front, we run things Here to tell you one thing Run through town like stars Flyest broads, hottest cars We don't front, we run things Here to tell you one thing Run through town like stars Hottest bars, fuck you fraudsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Then & Now[Intro: Justice] Yeah... what? What? Justice.. yeah.. check it out [Verse 1: Justice] I never hesitate to drop a verse, I rhyme first Repeat it so often, it's well rehearsed Rap stars, come through, rock the universe I watch from afar just to see what they be doing first Some was at they worst, dying of thirst Others push through like the troops in Iraq, yo But what did Bush do? See, I don't know a thing about politics But flowing to the beat, is as dirty as my collar gets The wildest child is gifted and talented But change they style, will never wanna challenge it You telling me to rhyme to the melody I take time with my words like I'm in the spelling bee If I don't make the grade, I don't make the record Once that's accomplished, then my rhymes respected As long as we stay on track, and then We can rhyme back to back, whatever, kid [Hook: Shamel Irief] One, two, we coming with the Wu Three, four, we knocking at your door Five, six, we eat them grits Seven, to the eight, we don't hate Nine to the ten, and we still wanna win.. (Wanna win, wanna win...) [Verse 2: Shamel Irief] Yo, I terrorize shorty with the Iron Palm When I step on stage, I clutch the mic strong That melody was flowing, while that beat was going When the waves connect in my ear, that pen starts going Cause when I get on the mic, I rock it so ill That's why they call me the Little Masta Kill' I'm like rock and stone, put together These dudes come in my face like "blah blah whatever" So I had to hit the dude in the chest, B These little fake MC's just want to test me I thought I told you before, I'm not a toy I'm just a young boy, what? Doing my thing Brooklyn, Brooklyn, with the Brooklyn slang, come on [Hook: Shamel Irief] One, two, we coming with the Wu Three, four, we knocking at your door Five, six, we eat them grits Seven, to the eight, we don't hate Nine to the ten, and we still wanna win.. (Wanna win, wanna win...) [Verse 3: Young Prince] Wu-Tang Clan Killa Beez Rock all my enemies, with the double D's Double CD', ride for the enemies With the rocking-the-mic right, roll up with the typewrite Rocking my Nike Flight, ballin' with the nice And I'm rippin' the mic right, and you know who it is It's the Young kid P, from the Brooklyn side Brooklyn's Finest, Brownsville Knew our attack, and what the gats do, Plaza, all day, baby [Outro: Masta Killa] Yeah... can't lose, and we still gon' win forever Young Godz forever Peace to the Gods and the Earths forever Kareem Just, Shamel Irief, the Young Prince Yeah, yeah, Allah Just you know how do this thing, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shaolin Temple[Verse 1: Masta Killa] (x2) Intruder alert, sound the cymbal This be the war of the Shaolin Temple It's time to re-stack my gun We the ones that'll come through and smack sparks out your art With the exception of a few that respected it for what it was Sick venomous syndrome - studied many styles But this tactic I've adapted and made it my own Feeling rightness at it at home Splitting your head with the chrome He's one who sees he's a threat He couldn't have made it through All the vaccines and quarantines We hit him with explosive gases So he couldn't teach the masses, but still Who came in the name of Wu-Tang to nourish the brain?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Food[Verse 1] The royal prince blessed me with the Gita for my physical Won't give up, such value hosts countless of amounts of treasure When I'm writing, so quenching to the thirst So refreshingly enlightening and geniously exciting Stimulating brain growth is all so relevant For the youth development So I drop musical notes for you to then quote I gave the thought time to soak While I smoked, meditated then I wrote For years, months and days, before I even spoke Test the climate of the people in search of what's missing Then provide the lesson best for those that are listening [Hook] So emcees wonder how me and 9th Wonder Make the ladies shake it in the club like thunder My rhymes will beat fire out of something, no question And 9th will make musical hits for you to listen [Verse 2] My winds blow EF5, there's nowhere to hide I'll seek and destroy your toy Rapper emcee who's thinking that he's live enough to survive The mental of assault of rhyming, the timing Travelous beats is blinding I've been trying to slow it down in hopes that you could relate But the slowest I can go is knowledge, there's no escape So whenever I decide to escalate and add on Atomically a storm is forming then born You know it's my duty to warn them of this wicked Before I have to ice pick it [Hook] [Verse 3] See I could just let the beat take control While I stand with this mic so tightly that I hold The hundred grand in the rubberband won't fold This is Sun ray showers of gold, my blackberry bowl Some things better untold, not even soul Y'all know the God black ain't cold Yellow Bally's with the white soles, silks and gold Y'all don't even know the way we used to flex and roll My brother wonderful Known to keep it stacking, spray the mac in his young day Sean dude show me the 52, I gots to Generate revenue, I must do capital [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It’s What it Is[Intro: kung fu movie sample {Masta Killa}] I know why you're here... You wanna test out hard with my kung fu (No, I've come here -- and I need your help Your steel darts, you still have them?) What for? (because they have guns That kill up to a hundred yards, very powerful) My darts could beat a pistol? (You wanna help or not?) {Duh-deh-duhn... live and direct We got the connect, we gonna ride Deh-duh-duh-deh-duhn... deh.. deh..} "It's what it is!" [Masta Killa] No question, sensational dart, no dollar superbs Spoken word slang, throw them with perfection Slick when he talk, simplistics, stand exquisite Tiger palm smack ground, one man down Got a few that'll kill right now Bring his crown back with Kunta, one-two The truth and the square, dare any man to stare Down the eye of the barrel, like a needle to the camel You will never enter, nuff ammo Shaolin Finger Jab, stab the man running Deadly sold delivery, stunning poetry For the masses, solid liquid gasses Gather to a bomb explosion, Sony eruption Frontin' on Pelon, Lei Long'll get you swung on Long barrel spinning rims on something foreign Semi-auto flow spit forty five in the left grip Right hold the mic tight, strike With the force of Mike, when I'm speaking [Raekwon] Straight from the Hall of Justice, Hummers Dirty bones, black 'Didas, black reefer in jars We fly militant, brilliant thinkers, tanks Yo, pull it together while we guzzle these drinks We armed veterans, holding up swords Driving Alfo Romeos, breaking down Sicily yayo We seen the drama, drawing these heaters on cheaters Shooting at bitches, hopping up domes for weight We wild style gorillas, fly apes caught in Botanical Gardens Trying to get back to the States The harder they come, the harder we scrape We coming back in jet lears, flying through the Tri-Boro today What's really good, live niggas go up beside niggas Mad bullets sit in your hood We titanium vets, with jet fuel, vision the biz We orchestrated like no other, word to mother [Interlude: kung fu movie sample] Say, why'd you have to ask me, there are many experts (I know you, you're my brother Also your darts are pretty formidable) Heh, I must admit, it's fast as the speed of light [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I rock a black mask, homemade bottle of Goose Toney moonshine his miracle herbs and African roots Blow suits, slap A&R's, tapered your jaw Had you chopping off your body parts like this was Saw Cut raw, got the Fishscale flooding the streets And Masta Killa's blowing girders outta crystal sheets Slay beats, just the Verra' boss, Wu-Tang Holocaust Fuck around, leave you with a mouth full of murder sauce Broken, hanging off the cross with one nail in Chuck meat, ya chicken bones is looking real frail and Heavy, my seventy seven got suicide doors, my wrist Chirped up with pretty rocks, with no flaws Guns stay barking like pitbull spiting, it's frightening How Ironman, ricochet lightning Bob and weave, duck and squeeze Why ya'll can't pop holes in the kids, holla! "It's what it is!" "It's what it is!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Brooklyn King[Masta Killa in Whispery Voice] Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing This is how I do my Thing Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing [Hook] Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling Dare a motherfucker to swing [Verse 1] Lose a arm, I'm calm stayin' heavily armed Well protected, Heart, rib cage, the chest and solar plexus Rugged Profile peep honey child checkin' my style Quick wild as a fuck, slick witty talk, East New York Hear the guns buck, backin 'em down You know the sound, when the semi autos spit fully Baron Bully, Timberland Boot, Black Hoody, Fitted Black Skully You still on that bullshit? I can't get it out of me Why should I switch the Prescription The Whole World vibin' to what I'm Prescibin' Keep the Jam livin' [Masta Killa in Whispery Voice] Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing [Hook: Masta Killa] Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling Dare a motherfucker to swing You know his Thing Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing [Verse 2] Uh, we ain't goin' home 'til the last blood's gone Head strong enough to break Bone Peace to the God Jah-Born Tell Universe to love assent Miss seen him on the Ave. with Lil' Ron gettin' bent Yea it's another day in the Hood I got my money from the block Now I'm gon' to cop somethin' fly To rock for the rest of the Week Prefer the hard, not the drop slippin' of to the beat Got the sweet smell of sex in my passenger seat Pretty feet up on my dashboard sippin' her drink Pretty Brown Eyes, Pretty Brown Thighs All Wise Intelligent Eyes See you spread Butterfly, Pretty ass high Slang Supreme Marvel, Irief the Terrible reign Dirty South, Carolina Game, cockin' an aim Hear the Guns bust, canvas I'm spittin' like this High risk for MC's vocal anesthetic for your head Rush [Hook: Masta Killa] Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling Dare a motherfucker to swing You know his Thing Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing [Verse 3] Now you see how the Crowd response when I get on You can neva last in this Square when I enter Brooklyn - also known as Good Lookin' Crooklyn - slidin' through your Central Bookin' Knocked on the felony charge that got dropped So I copped the probation wit the five year pendin' Can't count the Blessin' Caught another case in the mix, Now I'm stressin' Power to the People to Sequel, spark the people See you at a Town near you, Comin' WuEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cali Sun[Intro: Kurupt] Yeah, you know The problem with most of these niggas nowadays They ain't got no respect See, life ain't just about all that other shit you lookin' at my nigga You know, I love it on the Westside That's why I pose with the homies, we smoke, drink, raise kids and make this motherfuckin' money You hear me? [Verse 1: Masta Killa] My killa Cali gangsters a ride for me Got brothers in the bay that'll die for me Got the best weed smoke choke no seeds Mexicans, crip, blood we all one seed Shout the game, Snoop, Cypress Hill, B Real and real soldiers Like Pac I still Feel So I still ride dirty with the 5th steel Got Kurupt young gotti with the semi shotty My brother Power in the Maybach counting big money The Cali sunshine but it ain't all sunny Brothers dieing everyday and I pray for them Falling soldiers in my heart where I still hold them I feel I owe them My brother coming home On parole looking swoll Young and old time to get gold so let's roll These words that I write and recite is from the soul [Verse 2: Kurupt] Indo weed, extra green Texture, extra, orange and green Next to Inspectah Deck it seems The reala Masta Killa and young gotti I got to hit New York and push pass the kush hash Big Snoop and Daz want to push past Indo weed, and feeling fine I'mma do this shit as well then again at nine See, I'm cut from a different cloth Got it? Got it? I'm cut from a different cloth Bodyguard hard, you niggas are soft See you niggas ain't loyal You don't know how stay down and play your position Get a new fitting Fitting the function, you's an undercover clown I was born to push a concrete line I change lives, I enhance my eyes I'm Magneto, Magneto, aniyo The one that can pose the metal at all times If you look, you find Close eyes to blind LookEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Soul & Substance[Hook] (x2) My guitar string sing Make me wanna like, spit that thin, thing When I'm on the mic talking to you, how you like? [Verse 1] I stimulate life and matter in my circumference None could ever match my palm, I'm calm So you know when I blow the bomb It's gonna quake something like a migraine pain It's gonna ache something stopping all motion You could never move against the energy intensity Knowledge my reality Everything flow mathematically in order My universal gravity pull is magnetic Peace Allah victorious, Shabar B. Glorious Mentally the mind see every speck of dust And every cubic square inch The God magnificent build and make the rhyme still back to the paper [Hook] (x2) My guitar string sing Make me wanna like, spit that thin, thing When I'm on the mic talking to you, how you like? [Verse 2] That's word from my Soul I came to bring gold from the trader, he stole And left you with a promise that was never fulfilled I build and make the Earth quake Catch a thought before it escape and write it down I'm all so blessed, these words I manifest My universal flag on my chest, Sun, Moon, Crest Govern by the God of course, cause I'm a star black to the core The mic so hot, it a blow the Fahrenheit It's only one day, but I love it at night Yo, let me build with you for a second [Hook] (x2) My guitar string sing Make me wanna like, spit that thin, thing When I'm on the mic talking to you, how you like?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy All Natural[Verse 1: Masta Killa] Man Allah has blessed my life so beautifully Its like selfish to complain about the storms and the rain When all life that sprang, came from the rivers that ran Refurbishing all land, Listen I swam to completion of self satisfaction Wanting for nothing, at harmony with everything Knowing that, but bring all living things A cycle that spins 360 like Michael An angel screaming for peace but unheard The people were asleep in the dark Worshiping what they know not Easily lead to the slaughter of the butcher Stop, look and listen A new birth awakening A blind baby, saying please save me And raise me righteously [Hook] See this rhymes all natural the mic can be No shake powder protein in my phsyique No creatine animal meat I repeat see its all natural god its all natural See this rhymes all natural the mic can be No shake powder protein in my phsyique No creatine animal meat I repeat see its all natural god its all natural [Verse 2: Masta Killa] See everything is a copy or replacement for the natural Dieing never taste so sweet Its just the way you dress it up See meat been dead for weeks Blood seeps from the plastic out the freezer It leaks till you freeze it back Like a body, if its nots been embalmed and packed You know the recipe, cancer disease et cetera You might say damn son put on some weight He looking real good, on the inside he dieing slow like America Then you hire brother Obama to clean your house up What a mess generations of incest came from the cades of the west My newly written slang, speech from the east Brings fulfilment to each one That I might teach one, i heat up the meal before Serving the hungry, for those who may come Who are worthy, to sit among the righteous To live life [Hook] See this rhymes all natural the mic can be No shake powder protein in my phsyique No creatine animal meat I repeat see its all natural god its all natural See this rhymes all natural the mic can be No shake powder protein in my phsyique No creatine animal meat I repeat see its all natural god its all naturalEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Noodles Pt. 1[Intro Sample] [#1]: I want you to talk about women... Miste-- [#2]: I'm sorry? [#1]: Women. You've yet to talk about women [#2]: Oh, I enjoy women [#1]: Has it occurred to you that you have a problem with trust? [#2]: I trust myself implicitly [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Listen; It's original, Siciliano, rock the authentic Stetson Barcelino hat It's Noodles from the Gambino crime wave Hot towel steaming your face, straight razor shave Snub nose in the Cummerbund, smooth groove killer Nat King combing the keys Duke Ellington, the ballroom is elegant Top bosses paying respect Big endorsements, please with all due respects I'm delighted to break bread, send the best bottles to my people Refreshments catered by Edible Arrangements There at the hors d'oeuvre table I observed As she stood so seductive I admired every curve Her dress pure silk mesh softly hugged her body so ever gently Garter on her inner thigh held her pearl nickel Diamond ear studs sparkle, her wrist sickle Panty crotchless, she braless, breast flawless Tennis charm anklet, it's live at the banquet Couples swing, Johnny Fontane singing all the latest Ladies love it and scream, Goodfellas applaud Bow ties with the Cuban cigars, my tux Sean John The Dom this Pérignon, I had to step to it and charm in Gucci loafer My dogs in the background barking, them dudes is crazy [Interlude: sample] [#2]: Do we know each other? [#1]: I've been reading about you [#2]: Oh? Where? Who do you work for? [#1]: I'm in the art world [#2]: Dealer? [#1]: Mm-mm [#2]: Gallery Owner? What's your take for this? [#1]: Five Percent of the value recovered [#2]: Oh, a Bounty Hunter! [#1]: If you like [#2]: Always get your man? [#1]: Mm-hmm [#2]: Think you'll get me? [#1]: Oh, I hope so [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Yeah, I see you blushing Hope you're not embarrassed She said, "Nah, your peoples is cool, it's just you." Well, allow me to introduce She said, "I know you, the superstar, Jamel Irief, The Wise Chief." Damn, I'm usually pretty low-key Well, then may I ask like who you might be? "Oh, you really don't know?" Na, love I can't picture "You can't remember Lil' Keisha? Lil' Keisha sure was me?" Yeah it was you! "You used to check for my cousin like back in 302" "This was way back before the Wu." "You used to come through, and your crew was deep." What's your cousin's name? "Melanie" Yo, she sat right in front of me! I used to copy off her paper to cheat She won the Spelling Bee "Damn, I don't know what to say, I would've never known." Pardon me, you've grown so beautiful tone She replied like, "That's okay, I had the biggest crush on you Anyway, way back in the day." Wow, thanks for the compliment, miss Damn, I really don't know what to do Man your cousin gonna kill us How old are you now? "Twenty three? You wanna see my ID?" Oh, and you See Cypher? It's just getting liver, the more dangerous, the better I love pressure, we can have a Thomas Crowne Affair From the scent, you know what he represent There's money in the air to get Is you with me or is you out to get me? Well, anyway, I'ma take it just as fast as they print it Is you wit' it? So watch me This is a professional jux, nothing sloppy [Outro: Sample] [#1]: I won't back off, you know? Not even for a minute [#2]: I'd be hugely disappointed if you didEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Born ChamberI've taught you for three years instructing you in my Poison Clan techniques. We live here in seclusion so we can talk about the clan. The point is I had pupils once. Is that a fact? What are there names? Where are they? I don't know their names now. When they left they all took new names, as the whole idea was to keep their identities a close secret. So even they don't know each other's names. And while they were here they always wore masks to avoid being known. I worry about what there all doing. What I taught them could be used wrongly for evil to hurt men. So then I would like to make sure this hasn't been the case and you will do that for me. Teacher, how will I find them if they've changed their names? And to make it harder they won't show their skills they'll keep them hidden unless it is an emergency. If bad you must kill themEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy East M.C.’s[Intro: Masta Killa] Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh! uh uh Ya'll motherfuckers Ya'll motherfuckers Ya'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uh Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh! Ya'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uh Listen [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Uh, all gangstas and fellow MCs, we now meet The threat is now an actual fact, and that's the least The lion paw, ripping your jaw, dismantle face piece You may not have heard or seen, my Murder One Team Something's best untold, crime related I am who I am, so fuck it, if son stuck it We all ate a plate of the best, sipped the fine grapes My rugged lifestyle is survive, I don't apologize Hustle is the road I chose, there's no compromising When the guns is drawn, shots fire Son, all my killas is fam, nothing hired Y'all faggot niggas wired for sound, before the things blast Wait for the train to pass, man, face down We straight from the murder capital town It goes down, daily on the regular Dressed in assassin attire the bulletproof wrap Strap 'em with the bomb to his body, ain't no coming back... [Victorious] Yea, yo these dudes out here ain't fightin' no more You either dump or run, or go to the law Me I take it to the further son, it's Murder One Maneuver the rugers, I call 'em Ferguson You force my hand, I'll take you off the Earth wit Guns Justify Homicide that burden is done I drink that redrum straight out the faucet, your boy lost it I'm on the belt park where the Ratchet I toss quick I'm a Boss Bitch from that Beast New York Where that cheap talk get you outlined in Chalk Step out of line, we put your thoughts on the Sidewalk You popped your top lock like we popped the Corks You can catch me in the South on approach wit them Choppers Or Bring out them Helicopters Your boy gun dame is hella proper [K.Born] Yea, so masterful, the flames burn hot Comin' for the kill, faggot niggas head gets chopped And get rolled from blocks and gets slapped out spots We in N.Y. keepin' live Brooklyn lick off shots Make 'em duck tuck, roll real slow don't stop Til they get it and flock, See I aim for top Now Y? don't ask why, just move wit my flow blow so-so Watch how careers gets stopped My Pop spit the seed and I swam stream, strongest and broke through Raised by to a General - Physical is holdin' weight And leadin' the way like a Freight Train But I jump fast, nigga you here ? You Sure ? Ain't no horse play, don't play Murder wit my Minds spray Give y'all fools lessons of war, no more From every Land on this Planet Earth And waters all across, truly yours, the Flames, the Force [Free Murder] The Name's F.R.E.E. M.U.R.D.A My nigga, Aye! The name is Free Murda Killings is no limit even without C-Murder We take and keep burners, we don't give it back It's like the Blocks slow it's hard to get rid of that Kinda mad wishin' he should've had bigger Gat Not this little shit could fit in my Fitted Cap Matter of fact give 'em that, Make 'em do somethin' But really though yo he ain't gon' do nuttin' Bangin' me, I popped your bitch and now she shot up The Name is Free and that's the opposite of locked up I have you wacked up, they call the Cops up You need a housing worker have that blood moped up Yea I'm like WHAT ? wit my Glock up I'm a nut like the shit I get off cock sucks I just popped up and already done wit you Should've bring your Pops hop, the way I been sonnin' you Came wit your thing, you can't fight you'se a lame nigga Under the wing like lights on the Plane Nigga [Killa Sin] Yo, fuck all the small talkin' Get on your job or get the walkin' Major League Batters in here, you steady balking' The Mack maul cats like dogs or botched abortions Make blood pour like bottles of bubbly popped the corks on The war's on Better believe I get my Stalk on +Artist of The Year+ enjoy the fall - long BONG! when it's all said and done I be long gone Hong Kong gettin' my Cock wopped thru my Long Johns Same song all around the World like 'Pac did it Caught a lil half a hundred gram wit the Cop wit it The Grass that I stashed in the Dash, hit the Block wit it The Glock that I brought along for the ride, got knocked with it Now I'm up top tradin' bars with my box niggas Wit Two Strikes against me ain't no room for the Third Even the Cops get it, got niggas watchin' they Misses Doin' a middle harm Legs cocked in the air Screamin' "Yeah" like Lil John Should've pawn like Carm styles is on potty train Shotty's bang, bodies slained, got niggas that could get it onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nehanda and Cream**Heavy Crowds & Conversations** [Lady #1] Damn! they be havin' us out for like a Hour! [Lady #2] See that's why I don't be fuckin' wit Clubs [Lady #1] Yea that Fat Ass bouncer, he was out to dick [Lady #2] Girl I need a drink [Lady #1] Me too [Lady #1] What you gettin' to drink ? [Lady #2] Tss. I think I'm get me a Sex on the Beach [Lady #1] Yea that sounds good [Lady #1] Let me get Two orders to Sex on the Beach [Lady #2] Yo did I tell you what Happened wit Tameka and her Man [Lady #1] No, what Happened ? [Lady #2] Yo she gon' fuck her sister yo [Lady #1] WORD !! - Oh that's fucked up! [Lady #2] Yo I would of fucked that bitch up [Lady #1] Niggas ain't shit [Lady #2] Yo they sure ain't [Lady #2] Damn they takin' long wit our Drinks [Lady #1] Yea they sure are [Lady #1] Yo look at that nigga over there he look good [Lady #2] WHERE ?? [Lady #1] Over that on the corner by the Speaker [Lady #1] You don't see 'em ? [Lady #2] Girl he aiiight [Lady #1] He over that lookin' all serious [Lady #1] He might have a nice sized dick I could do some squats on [Lady #2]*Laughs* Yo you crazy - but you might be right [Lady #1] HMMMMM! *Laughs* [Lady #1] Oh they playin' that shit, Ole school; [Lady #1] I wanna go ova there and dance wit 'em - come wit me [Lady #2] Girl you crazy - I ain't goin' ova there [Lady #1] Come on don't be like that, I can't go bye myself *Music starts right away* [Verse 1] They be like send us out to Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan The Bronx, Harlem and Island of Staten Just a Dedication to Radio Station DJ's across the Nation The East is in da House tonight Hold ya ladies tight Pour lil love out Queen, get ya head right She stood out like 5'3", sexy as she wanna be me I'm in the cut didn't think she could see She approach politely and asked "Could I assist" -] "In a dance wit her and her Sis" How can I resist an offer so grand ? She said they need a man, to stand Why they lock hands Sounds like a plan wit ya Golden son Tan Her sista is like pecan brown She from Uptown, lil sis strokin' my back I'm in the middle wit the Two step Leavin' it simple, On and on party til we break [Hook: Masta Killa] Yea we get drunk and we stay high We known to take Money and keep the fam fly Guns still bust so please don't try All my ladies scream butterfly, tho' yo hands high [Verse 2] Yea you rollin' wit live from Brooklyn, it's the Squad Hard hittin', face slittin', guns tottin' They let them niggas in the party ? DAMN! they gon' fuck it up Brothers ain't *?Corrupt?* it's just how we came up Rough, tough from the City Pretty ass Pats, strung hung myself young When I think back sometimes - I wanna roll one Just blow one - and sit back Unwind, kill a lil time, you know ? [Hook: Masta Killa] Yea cuz we get drunk and we stay high We known to take Money and keep the fam fly Guns still bust so please don't try All my ladies scream butterfly, tho' yo hands high [Verse 3] So peace, Happy Physical day, if it's your Birthday More power moves to make, cake to take Be Thankful for the food you ate, let's Celebrate People on the Ecstasy - Please don't OD (Overdose) It's really not Healthy for your body and Mind Come wind, wind, wind Pretty young ladies let your Mind float To another place, taste raw dope Track is like Coke - Niggas slingin' Soap Compare to what I wrote - NOPE!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy R U Listening[Intro] Uh Imma f'kin like this, ha, ha, ha... You already know Peace to my brother Ghostface [Verse 1] Party people, welcome to the gathering Many of you tonight have traveled for many miles To hear the master of the art display styles and techniques Now with this piece of steel that I hold so firmly I conduct y’all accordingly, one time for your mind Authentically designed and crafted by the hand of god Autograph, camera phones, flash as I enter A glimpse of the ninja, rarely seen and heard But his words so powerful, catch him at the show and prove Building with Allah's son, who they talking bout, me? [Hook] Who they talking bout, who they talking bout, ahhh? Who y'all talkin bout? Ah? Who they talking bout, me? Who they talking bout, you keep my mic in ya mouth [Verse 2] With beats so banging and, bass drum kicking and Melody soulful strings are calling, it's like Back against electrical fence, but I’m a winner My mic's like my only defense, brothers locked down Aunties that changed my pampers, all sponsors I won’t fail the mission, with self knowledge guiding me Nothing can contain me from seeing everything that's mine Economically, nothing is given We know steps are taken, people couldn't see it until it burst to existence Brush the stardust from the sleeves of my jacket [Hook] Who they talking bout, who they talking bout Who y'all talkin bout, who you talking bout? Who they talking bout, me? Who they talking bout, you keep my mic in ya mouth [Verse 3] See, this is how your rhyme gotta be young G I’m a writer not a rapper, emcee Build-or-destroyer, some overstand, but I understand that We are students to life, true divine order Must be restored in order for us to live right Y’all stay chirping like birds, words travel At the speed that I’m slappin you Ask you as the world revolves, caliente It’s about 100 degrees with no breeze, can you swim nine thousand? I bench press hills and mountains from the highest peak I fears no evil as I walk through the valley I’m like the father at the first rally, are you listening?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Noodles Pt. 2[Verse] Uh, now without disturbing our guest, moving casual My mens vested, underneath they're double-breasted, business as usual Nothing personal, punctual, seizing your lobby Right on schedule, Gods took, tired and stripped Uniform switched, I'm still entertaining this chick But I don't trust shit, sipping 'paine, checking her frame I'm brain picking for a quick sec, the lights clicked off Music stopped, crowd moans, what's going on, she says Ok, everything resumes a norm, computer room took now we in the system The vault got a hundred million, ninja men scaling the ceiling The building owned by the billionaire King Don Amondrion He sold arms, had his hands in all wealth Private jets, fleets of the best stretch, Benz, Lex Jewel thief, he made millions off petroleum He had diamond mines, robbing them blind, the feds owed him favors So he hired Keisha, but the juks is already on Swiftly, they moved on the don, politely He's being escorted by an armed soldier, no one even noticed Everything calm, nothing alarmed, couples mingled As nothing was going on, but a few of the don's men Sensed something was wrong, so wanna approach him with a smile The don, told him carry on, he saw that his king was in check And one wrong move could mean death, so he backed up To round his crew up, now meanwhile back in VIP status Shorty winding, bump and grinding, sipping Sangria Suddenly, the hour became Amaretto Sour, but son came to whisper Keisha, I think we need ya, the don has been taken She jumped quick, slipped the 2-5 from her guard And cocked it back, slick, gave a look, if she was tryna figure Is he down? Worth attentions wrong, for a quick sec Gave the perfect opportunity, for a smooth exit They had the don with the mack to his head We want the code to the vault they said Now nervously his hand shakes, his heart racing He fumbles with the combination, time wasting So they smacked him, had him leaking from the nose They told him, one false move, and your whole team goesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Lovely Lady[Intro: Governor Tools (Ski) {Masta Killa}] Ya'll knock pon the door, push it open, man What y'all knock pon the door, for... (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Uh... {What's the deal, what's the deal, what's the deal} Peace what's going on black man (what's going on) Big star.. (peace kid) you in here? (no diggity) Ahh man, I got bats in here (we came to snatch you up soon) {See I been busting my muthafuckin' ass in here} I been calling your ass all day, son, you ain't answered the damn phone Take you of here son, you been here all damn night, all day, son Come back here... tonight son {flight tonight?} Yeah, man... ahh man, let's go, let's go (Me have some tenderoni waiting for me) Let's go, let's go {Sweetness?} Something nice {yo, I do need a muthafuckin' vacation I ain't even gonna front} Yeah, son, let's go Take a two days, man, and let's go and come back Mellow out your brains and come back, knowhatimean Something nice.. let's go... bredren, let's go Lock down the shop (son, let's get outta here, man We outta this peace man) Let's be out (yeah let's get outta here Lock it up bredren) Turn off that thing, we gone [Ski] Pretty looks and your pretty smile (pretty smile) Pretty girl, you know I like your style (like your style) The way you move, and the way you groove (the way you groove) Lovely lady, put me in the right groove You're not fighting, you're not shocking The thing that we'll do, to make you cry And you're so sweet, or my my my I see my future, right in your eyes [Chorus 2X: Ski (Governor Tools)] Lovely la-la-la-la-lady (lovely lady) Yo, she a little la-la-la-la-lady, lady [Governor Tools] Sexy lady, you gots to have my baby Lock you down like a soldier in the Navy Lord, say, Masta Killa, all up in your V It's time find tricks and smooth it [Hook 2X: Governor Tools] Now sexy la-la-la-la-lady, y'all know You gots to have my ba-ba-ba-ba-baby, for real Now sexy la-la-la-la-lady, y'all know You gots to have my ba-ba-ba-ba-baby, come on, talk to them [Ski] Pretty like the sunshine (like a sunshine) Sunny day.. (on a sunny day) Pretty like a rose (a beautiful rose) When it's growing (when it's growing) Prettier than anything (prettier than anything) Ever seen (that my eyes have ever seen) Oh, I'd love to talk with you, talk with you [Chorus 2X] [Masta Killa] It's a special dedication, to all of my lady friend Whether you Caribbean, from any other island, them I touching, on the scene, make the meanest gangsta roll lean Gun clean, stay fresh, her breasts all natural I'm impressed, her body all actual She undressed, flexed, pretty round brown t'ing, from the back Horny facts, fat, fat, fat, fat Sexy Maxine, she fiend for the killing Christine, she fiend for one killing Sexy Justine, she fiend for one killing And sip the Guiness, burn ganja weed Look out for breed, picnic to feed Me sip Guiness, burn ganja weed Look out for breed, picnic to feed [Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Older Gods Part 2[Man #1] Yo God I got the Top Ten Yo God - Quiet down, I got the Top Ten Liquor Yea yea, y'all, yea, Peace Gods Peace to the Gods, Yea Peace to the Gods Up here chillin' wit Jamel Irief LIVE!! Yes, we all up here just chillin' we tryin' to get it right y'all Yea, yea, yea, Lord shot I see ya Lord Bing, Freedom Allah, Freedom Born, yea [Man #2] Yo, Quiet there, wussup baby ? [Man #2] You, haha, yea we gon' drop the Science on 'em real fast You know how we do, Yo Free ? I remember back in the days God (Yea) When Individuals that didn't know they Math wasn't allowed to come Outside You remember them days ? [Man #1] Yea God man, you know what we had to do God) Ain't no forgot we had to make them show and improve, yea be honest without A doubt) [Man #1] Just to show and improve everythin' was real We had to keep this in its text In order to make a seed grow you gotta constantly water it And that Water was the Knowledge that we had Through extensive Research we obtained and we gave it to the Young [Man #2] Yea God, you know that See Allah.. Allah Believed if you taught Nine People And that Nine People taught Nine People And that Nine People taught Nine People Guess What (That's right) [Masta Killa] Let the track wind in your Mind, flow free Remain Conscience on this rock 'til your best Ability Infinity, back to your Saucer that you came Energy see a change form, Atoms being born, neva endin' All on and on and on, travel wit me Not tryin' to convince the pack that it's a fact But for those that can adapt, I live it, shit it and back We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth Now squeeze the bain 'til something pop Hip-Hop, Glocks and Tech's, Fat Checks Fly Whip Chicks, Fresh Kicks, especially Fitted Crown Wouldn't down, Open White Tee underneath .9's and .4 Pounds, 45 Minutes of Menacin' Dismantling any MC opponent steppin' in the Zone Get ya Face Blown [Man #3] I would like to let y'all know the History Of how the first Bones Began Allah Met Messiah - Allah Met Bismillah Allah Met Prince Salam - Allah Met Uehara Allah Met Akbar - Allah Met -] Kaheem Allah Met Abiji - Who was Black -] at the time Allah Met Al-Jamal - Allah Met Salam And that's Three Elders that dealt with this Knowledge with him And these Three Elders was - Fred Bone Justice Who was Akbar He had Shaheem - and He had each beaker Along wit each 12 - We became the 13th Men from 12 Disciples I like to let y'all know from my Perspective That the Mathematics was Revealed to us by Almighty God Allah He gave us One and Nine, and A to Z [Masta Killa] When I speak to wake the Mourn That should surely die fuckin' wit I Stealin', tellin' lies, to Master the Original Man Home and Abroad the Sword is stay Justice Reward is the price of food and Tony Blair That killed Fred Hampton in Bed Penalties to Enemies couldn't musket the seal in they heads Show and Prove, make the mouth move We build wit the MC Skill, Drop Math, nuttin' grabbed Crafted - Mastered for the people Then sling to the Rhythm if you feelin' what I'm givin' is real True livin' Iron Pole, Microphone Steel Thought Imprisonment, Big Business for Government Officials Address the Issue, blow the Whistle Take your face, value how fast the light travel Swan Poison Animal eaters and Wife Beaters Savage and Pursuit, false move and I'll shoot Blast you, back to gas you, you can't last in the square wit the Truth [Man #4] And that's Peace God It always comes back to Knowledge And that Knowledge is our Foundation And the Foundation of all Life emanated from Allah - The Father Manifested himself as a true and livin' God Throughout Eternity - or even time Immortal Man has always been God - 'Fore we under Supreme Being Manifested and Taught by Almighty God Allah [Masta Killa] Another Start Child is Born, Straight from the Vine Before there was time, someone had to wind the Clock And it's Understood, Wit the Body of the Universe No Religion, just Universal Law Wit except Existence, everythin' right in Exact Universal Flag tagged up in your Head pieceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro[Intro: Masta Killa] New York, New York, New York, New York, he he, yeah... New York, New York, New York, New York, yo! [Verse 1: Masta Killa] My devastating hot East New York mentality Keep me on point for my million dollar salary Heavy weight lyrics never lost one calorie Fat stacks, drug dealing styles the black AC Nickel-plated macs, We pack the chrome tecs, yes From one single idea, everything appeared here Understanding makes my truth crystal clear A yo, snap out of Candy Land kids, the old rumor is Blacks become immune to shit, we never did like Cross color clothes crossing over, getting crossed out Criss crossing we bossing all cross breeds I'm a knowledge seed, I want action, that's what I need Never no doubt in my mind, it's the rhyme Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, defeat, it's not meant for me Victorious with no opponent that blast through components Jamel Irief raising hell with the flavor Smoking on the mic like smoking Joe FrazierEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dirty Soul[Intro: Masta Killa] Shit... thank you, thank you, thank you Yeah, you see, when I think about soul music There's a few people that I would like to mention Brothers and sisters, solo or group That had an effect on my life I would like to begin by showing my utmost respect and love To my universal soul sisters, beautiful sisters like Chaka Khan, Aretha Franklin, Miss Millie Jackson Patti LaBelle, Miss Betty White, Glady Knight Tina Marie, and Miss Mary J. Blige Soulful groups like, Isley Brothers, Blue Birth, Blue Magic The O'Jays, Emotions, Rolls Royce, The Delfonics Parliament, and the Jackson 5 Now, we gon' move on to my soul brothers Soul brothers like, brother Barry White Isaac Hayes, Curtis Mayfield, James Brown, Mr. Stevie Wonder Al Green, Teddy Pendergrass, Marvin Gaye The legendary Sam Cooke, Otis Redding, Rick James Bitch, and my man R. Kelly Now when it comes to the soul Rhere's one more brother in particulart hat I have to mention And he just happens to be my brother Ason Unique Known to the world as the Ol' Dirty Bastard See if RZA would've threw some shit like this on He would've went crazy and probably said something ill type He would've probably said... [Verse 1: Masta Killa] My beats slamming from the rugged programming The man Bob Marley, hey my man, I'm jammin' You can never test my stamina, while I'm ramming the Hip hop crowd, make me rah rah rah Other MC's got flipped with the ease Begging me for mercy, God, stop the music please No, 'cause I'm a pro, back to the convo Make the crowd say ho, at a strip show Represent, his name is Ason, keep calm Rhyme come smokey, funky like a stink bomb Boom, blowing up niggas, mad bullets in the trigger So you better run for cover! Niggas got loose in they ass, felt the glass A full account sprout, yo, yo, yo, money, yo pass Woo, woo, woo, hospitalized Is he gonna live Doc? No, the nigga dies Maximum those MCs populating Minimum those MCs I'm dominating So all in together now, who, what, what, who Rhyme come stinky like a girl poo [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Masta Killa] Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa [Outro: Masta Killa] Yeah, yeah, yeah, you already Aiyo, special love and dedication shout to Mama Cherry We love you Popa Wu, Brooklyn Zu, we already 12 O'Clock, 60 Sec., Murdock, Shit, Buddha Monk Zu Ninjaz, and all the seeds, there seeds, whole family, man You know it don't stop, stop, yeah YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wise Words[Verse] I think the jewel that the brother 2Pac was dropping Was uh "Keep your head up" He was right on with that one, he was right on, right on Supreme wisdom, the motion in which one moves It's like, it's like words that are wise that make the people groove Substance, the material of integrity, that builds strength Now huh, see soul is the source of universal love It's the DNA of the world It's what makes the world go around Now, now those that have it, may feel the sense of being complete Those without it, are in search of what's missing See how can I forget, the poverty, the projects The lack of opportunity, the injustice Aww man, they're seeing through the lies of politicians False promises, selling us religion, poisonous injections These superstitious believes, we teach our children to eat The wrong foods, mentally and physically Now if I told ya'll the truth The opportunities are slim Living conditions are grim Our youth's future seems dim Infested communities, drugs destroyed many families Children left alone, separated broken homes It's like they're victims of modern day lynchings You know, huh the system stopping us to frisk Handcuffing our wrist, like they trapping us all In hopes of sending us up north Crunching on the jail bars, thinking of escape Waiting on release date, man yeah To all the youths of today we got to find a better way For real this is simply Jamel IriefEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Trouble[Verse 1: Masta Killa] When you ain't got a dollar and you shoes a little lean Mama tryna make it by herself but she need me I'm tryna focus, stay in school and do the right thing But trouble is all around me, temptation calling me Then somebody showed him how to get that baking soda and Mix it with the other stuff, chop it down, weigh it up Bag this, stack that, big gun, little stabEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro (Loyalty Is Royalty) What You See[Chorus 2x: Masta Killa] What you see, ah, you ain't seen nothing yet Ah, you ain't seen nothing yet, ah, you ain't seen nothing yet I thought told you [Verse 1] What you see is what you get And you don't see and don't respect You must be blind and can't detect That I am from that BK set Where Bible men flex big chains round necks Wet late night sex, big dice game vets Sweat, no threat, north, south, east, west, Weed gun men bet Then all run it down, it's all good, I thought I told you Any mother step in the square, I bet I fold you Rhyming on timing, I shine like I'm suppose to Nothing come close to son, it don't suppose to son I thought I told you [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2] Get funky like Lucy on the bass guitar Make the ladies wanna drop they pants, lose they bra I guess it just comes with the life of a star Fly jets out of air force base, down in Shaw I know you never heard it like this before Real slick when he talk, the East New York walk We can Iron Mic spar, ten paces then draw Raw 'caine, straight from the grain, the royal Lion King Keep it raw, hit the floor, heavyweight word Break a man jaw on the floor, that's what you pay for Sold eyes towards the broad, and like the mic strike Thunder like the hammer of Thor, and keep it rough, sunEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Day After[Masta Killa] {*humming the beat*} I awoke from oppression, I began to write for y'all Truth from a speck of light I chose to bring belief to those That hunger for the food of thought Cuz this is the life we chose Fool's gold tempt many and led 'em astray Others watched them go down They was afraid to speak on it Some never recovered from the mental enslavement I came greatness The world wasn't ready to face me "Never.. the God too clever.. never.. he seen it comin.. Never.. the God too clever" ] Masta Killa [Masta Killa] Now this wicked brother Cal Ordered them to cover their faces painted with smiles And they came, from air, land and oceans I watched as the sides of good and evil was chosen Everything seemed to move in slow motion People ran frantic as herds of wild steed Their minds like rabbits, souls like deer, fear was felt And when the radiation melt the eyes from their heads I fled seeking cover to find none Triumph a selection played by RZA Buildings crumbled Missiles and bullets whistled, the Earth rumbled Water filled tunnels quickly from both ends Trucks dropped from buildings that swayed from high winds "They thought he would slither.." ] Masta Killa [Masta Killa] Trees buckled like knees Continuing to build and break the seventh seal From the sky came fiery hail, trains derailed Horseman hooded with sheets shaped in concrete War of the lion, voids thunder when I speak From their finger came lightning, striking the beast {*thunder*} Jail cell broken by the wise words spoken Gun smokin'.. it's the def poet quotin' "Never.. the God too clever.. never.. he seen it comin.." ] Masta KillaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Outro (Loyalty Is Royalty) Part 2With so much drama imma have to refocus [?] Symptoms of a coma sleeping awaking baking I drop bombs like Hiroshima Elegant and [?] face bumping in mines All she wanted to do is getting side Than she got a side talking about "Let me ride" I stay regulating since craytons was the daytons Free Tracey Davis TC is chill Cause ain't no fun if the homies can't have noone And if Kurupt gave a fuck about a biatch They already know that I don't fuck with no busters And I don't fuck with no and I don't fucking no So don't ask me shit, ain't give a fuck about a damn Yelling one eight seven with my dick in her mouth biatch (x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Abbott & The Masta[Intro: RZA] Yo, Allah Mathematics, tight mixtape shit Ya'll faggot niggas back the fuck up Ya'll bitches just back the fuck up [RZA] It's Da Great Siege, Killa Beez in fatigue No time to bob and weave, your city's intrigued Pushing straight through in a navy-blue H2 Hummer We scrape you, it's a bummer, you dumber than dumber Shaolin Rooftop Talk, who shot hawk? Who got off? Bobby! Trapped in the Bing like my name was Crosby Gettin' them Bills like Cosby I'm up on Pickin Bitch walked in, ordered veggie fried rice and a half a chicken Like it's finger-licking' my finger clickin' On some old finger-clickin', itchy trigger, nigga listen It's Da Great Siege, Killa Beez in fatigue You're gonna get intrigued Your city's caught, no chance to bob and weave BZA-Bobby, Shaolin Rooftop Talk, who shot hawk? Who got off? Pushing through in tha H2 navy-blue Hummer Bounce a nigga, we scrape you You lookin' dumber and dumber We turn winter into summer Can we bling bling, shine shine, all the time [Interlude: RZA (Masta Killa)] Yeah, bring it back.. huh huh (bring it back, from the back Bring it back, ahh, yo!) [Masta Killa] Seen thousand dollars nights, broke ass days Marvelous master haze, haggler, Isaac Yo... yeah.. yeah, but yo, Masta Kill' stay milli' Known to rock a butter soft leather when it's chilly Peace to Philly, Chicago the Windy City We rock goggle, bread with the mold Out-dated can goods, witty and it cold Behold the pale, Jonah escape the whale Free Dirty, we gotta be the God The Def Poet quotin', all side bets I'm takin' Put your plate up, Rae dropped the eight on the brake We on The Come Up, one up from takin' it all Up in the pool hall, niggas ain't tryin' to pay without a brawl Dusty, Two On Da Road, toad style Mic stab low, winds straight from the soul, Shaolin poleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Medina (East New York)[Intro: Masta Killa] It's original, everything we do Everything we do, is original It's from the heart, that's right Always remember that, we keep it original That's right, the foundation [Masta Killa] We was known for sad love ballads and guns The rude one beg no friend, the selection's threatening Never hesitate, dusty murder gun, tray eight Bust head, known to regulate War physically on the rule to rule a date All I can recall was white and bright lights The doctors and nurses, drunked the old earth And killed the pain of the breech birth Under the influence, I arrived at Brooklyn Jewish Now a tree grows, standing ovation Peace signs, salute to my nation Brooklyn, it's good to be home Gun shot blown, stay calm, don't be alarmed Respect is being shown, for real Weight like six sex till, followed by the walk-by Intensify pressure apply to the hands that hold mics Strike like the Pai Me Nine [Interlude: Masta Killa] Peace, my nigga (yeah) That's that funny style ass nigga over there Ain't nothin' changed, still hot out here Snitches... [Masta Killa] It's about 90 degree, in the project Two bedroom, no A.C., God Degree low Metal fans spinnin' hot air slow I refuse to go, I'm determined to build Watch me turn gas into million stacks of cash Never lost on the cook-up, niggas can't walk the grounds From which they came Foundation never was strong, you ain't the same Brothers is doing real time, it's not a game Straight poet, no comeback, check out how the fiends react Yo, shots lick, Wu lots and Nash' fit Not many walk the streets, if not, few deep Niggas get robbed by bitches in they sleep He didn't understand, how well connected How fast that ass get sent to the essence My mic blessing, from the 120 Lesson Crys' and the Henny' to seed, when I breath One Blood, guest star me and Junior Reid Meet me at the highest peak, God Mountain Twenty nine thousand and some, from the Slum They love gun, who you think taught 'em how to bust them, son? Yo, who you think taught 'em how to bust them, son? [Interlude: Masta Killa] Yo, yeah, that's how they do it When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the lines I escape, yo... Chill with the feedback, black we don't need that Nah, they don't need that bullshit Heh, shame on you, when you step through to Ya'll muthafuckas know [Masta Killa] Bullet fragment, the colorful brain has his name He earned that stripe, no question, that's his lesson Cut amongst organizations, then snitched? You bitch, actin' like you thug and...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Queen (dirty)[Intro: Masta Killa] Uh... sweetness.. beautiful queen Beautiful queen... beautiful queen, yeah [Hook: Curtis Mayfield "The Makings of You" sample] Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and A great big expression of happiness Boy, you couldn't miss.. With a dozen roses, such will astound you [Masta Killa] Her refinement was beautiful, I acknowledged her attraction In passing, driven by a desire to know if she's taken I was askin', "Is your heart vacant? Excuse me, Miss, how you feel? Can we build?" Could it be the mind you see, guidin' you to me? Extendin' my hand to welcome you in paradise Supreme observation, di-tect hesitation Your mind flashed back to other shit you've been through Others left you questionable, what's acceptable? The first sight of this divine light might shy you Warm words melt the ice between us My thoughts penetrate and begin to break through [Chorus w/ hook: Masta Killa] Let's hit Vegas while the weather is nice Kiss my hand before I roll my dice In the 7-45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep It's just the simple thtings in life we do [Masta Killa] Watch the God as I'm shapin' and moldin' this planet I'm holdin' In suspended animation, love is the highest elevation Of understandin' I can show, over this candle-light scene This is King toast Queen We touch glasses, sippin' the finest imports Frank Emerge and Love Supreme, raspberry bubble bath cream Steam the mirror, I draw hearts with our name Relaxin' ya brain with sweet sounds from Claudine Gladys Knight on to Curtis Mayfield thing It's just nice-ness, the absence of confusion Love, peace and happiness, pure bliss Reminisce about the evenin', hit me when you reach home Maybe we can build and add on over the phone Sugar I smoke bone, do you think that I'm wrong? Your moms might disapprove of my smooth rudeness Excuse, I don't mean to intrude [Chorus w/ hook] [Masta Killa] Aight, yeah love See you treatment is royal, relax and uncoil You spoiled with petals on ya bath water, love I rose in my whip with my wiz and thought It rained lightly on the window, the wipe was flowin' simu' To the melody, "Didn't I blow you mind?" Hit the spliffs slow, sit low, seat reclined In due time, every square inch will be mines She so fine, reflectin' the light I shine, over wine I knew she had the good nook-nook from the first look Hair well groomed and thing Body wrapped with the Fendi sandle to match Coach back, swingin' on arm, approach the calm Skin buttermilk soft as Persian lamb cloth She asked for directions as if she was lost But fully in tune with the stars, Sun and Moon In the tomb, when Starks hit the milk of Lorna Doon [Chorus w/ hook] [Allah Real] Didn't I blow your mind? Oh, didn't I blow your mind? Oh, didn't I blow your mind? Didn't I blow your mind? [Outro: Masta Killa] Beautiful queens, beautiful queens Beautiful queens, beautiful queensEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Brain[Chorus: sample from "Pinky and the Brain"] Brain, brain, brain, brain Brain, brain, brain, brain Brain, brain, brain, brain Brain, brain, brain, brain [Masta Killa] Heh, yo, party people gather round, watch the God get down The sound's so rugged, measure the erection It's raw when I'm sexin' your brain Cherry cream beam leather seats, lean Goose in the canteen, dutch leaf green Block wit a chocolate, ship a mil', box it Moms and pops it, plan to be seventy five, live and kicking Jewels drip in the heat, rippin' with a young sweet Something in the passenger seat Ivory Queen Bee got the Old Man feeling twenty three Power-U fat as a peach, I'm Chief Jay Strongbow From the east, come due Allah, what a beautiful squall Through the Cartier tints, I seen her from afar She in her mink trench in her panty and bra Smooth in silk, naturally built, soy milk breast Gas at the 'hess, slit it to the rest, undress [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Silverbacks (dirty)(Intro: Inspectah Deck) One, two, one, two, the High Chief Yeah... yo... so alone... baby (Inspectah Deck) I'm just lookin' out of the window Watchin' the gunshots blow-ow Thinkin' how we all was turnin' out Keepin' my head above water Got to make a weight when I can (cuz I can) Temporary lay off, cop pay offs, daily rip offs Informer tip off, clips lick off The judge got hit off, boss got knocked off Worker made a come off, cash got dropped off Buildings got burnt out, sisters got turned out Work out in the yard up North, tryin' to burst out Pissy elevators, dirty cop favors Tongues hiding razors, minors turn majors Wave the bigger tools, shoot out inside the school yard The game ain't' changed, niggas done made their own rules They buildin' plans, they pull a million dollar scam Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar bands The black market, labelled the movin' target Dwellin' in the heartless projects Evil eyes walkin', the BBS rims flossin' The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin' They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up They set me up to go up, the witness din't show up (Masta Killa) Look out in drug stores (but I'm slippin') bare approach the look out Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent Then all those who dare to oppose, were sent back Chained to the train track, protect ya jaw These silverback niggas eat their oatmeal raw Cee Allah sawed the shotti, 'Preme went down for a body He killed Poppy, dusted in the lobby, toxy off shocky Cops be harassin' tryin' to stop cashin' The episodes pass, I flash back to guns And crack stashed in grass, you movin' savage Please warn him of his ways and actions Before I blast him Then the homicide was justified when I arrive Black tints on the glass with the stockin' cap mask It's all official, steel pistol style whip you, to the gristle While my team be stompin' you out after the whistle (GZA) I went from the slums of Hell to paradise in Heaven From a sling-shot to a wall of mac 11's I drank with the Devil and ate with the Reverand We talked numbers and I told 'em, that mine was 7 The total amount of hits, behind the collapsed building That had exploded in a frenzy of killings Bodies lay near tons of twisted metal Of a structure and atomic force, it leveled From the tale of the tape, the product failed in comparison The weight, the height, the reach, was not a year within Sight, the significant, difference was the ammo Wrecking y'all individuals and their man know Second by second, heat blazed through the night Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights The primary reason of mission for them spitting The firing kept hitting, them dust, they kept sipping But the informants x-rays gave off electrons Within a few next days, entire cess gone Prenticle percisions used to remove the eyelids Those responsible for my brothers with high bids Life in the hood is an award winning film Lived ut by savages who can't escape the realm A place where the young meet and greet with guns In the park they interrupt the pure innocent funEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ringin’ Bells[Verse 1] You take on face value how fast the light travel It's heaven sent gift from the Universe Blessings, tired of Offerings There's no compromisin' the truth It might blow the roof off Exposin' the Germ, take Worm Poison animal eaters you must learn Let me teach you how to see through six Risin' above the mist, the naked eye can hardly detect When I'm in effect, live and direct It's the East New York section of Brooklyn Bangin' ass beat make you wanna freak techniques We spray the Arts sword swingin' piss in the Heart Sharp as a nigga on Prom Night We strike wit a Vengeance Givin' y'all the maximum sentence Each sentence is like a time line for you to define How to rhyme coincide and relate, to my last take 'No Said Date', say it loud 'Yo I'm Black and Proud' To Cracker fuckin' back for any form of disrespect To my Nations -- Seasonry and paper chasin' For the God degree Guarantee to disassemble any MC steppin' in the place to be Off the head I wrote this one in Red For the Blood of all my people that shed it For the Cause, our Microphone ripped so swift [Dr. Benjamin Muhammad] 'What is Justice'? 'Justice is the law that distinguish between Right and Wrong' 'What then is Justice, that we may do Justice?' 'The face of a killer is your face, my face, our face' [Verse 2] This first MC Law he swore to make the crowd raw Came up through the floor drew his Mic from his hip and began To squeeze Clip, son said 'Don't kill 'em as quick' Let 'em do tray, palm stay 18 Jay Who made it possible for you to witness? First born built the weather to storm Bees swarm like hundred witness scorn This is warnin' to the people we ship the sour Diesel through the Caroline distribution Pipe line spark it equal Guarded people as divine makes it's final descent To the Pavement, we laced it, keepin' it basic Who is this Ivory Jamel Ring Bells through out the city? A few know him well this description Black Male Wit the Universe who flag drippin' off as the Bell [Dr. Benjamin Muhammad] 'God is the Number 1 Killer' 'He out killed...Genghis Khan...Kublai Khan ...Pamalane...Yes he did' 'He out killed Hitler...out killed Mussolini' ...Out killed Napoleon' 'When God gets ready to kill he wipes...Cold, Complete' 'God the Killer'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Throwback[Masta Killa] So patient, they sat there in the aisles and waited For the testimony, hungry, for a statement from the one and only Thristy for the ceremony at hand, true Wu die hard fans Now look how we rock, make 'em freestyle drop, old school like the Wop My grandaddy used to do this dance called the Slop I keep it hip hop for ya'll, we don't stop Got ladies by the flock, no safety on the Glock Stop, look and listen when the semi-auto's pop, your neck Mock with the rope, who can match palm I'm strong as a nuclear bomb, dangerously armed Have you not prepared yourself, you've been warned Gun shot to the informer, Killa Bee Swarm Caught 'em on the corner of Lavonia Reported missing, found him in the fetal position Shot twice, armed with the rocket Blind for the target, deaded on arrival Suspenseful, kill or be killed, pass the rifle --instrumental break-- [Masta Killa] Got to have hip hop music, can't live without it Niggas wanna see you without it, I wouldn't doubt it You better stay bout it, on to the break Face on fist, Wu-Gambino for life, you heard of Noodles East New York militant, ready to kill Still drop Universal Truth, when I build Make time stand still, in the reign of steel Blew breath in his body Tought her how to take aim, and cock shotty Soon the gates, spray the paves Rough cut Timberland stuff, kick your teeth Back in the days...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pass the Bone (rmx)[Intro: Masta Killa] *Inhales* Ahhhhh Ya niggas should have some of this shit right here boy This that good shit Yes yes ya'll. One two, one two... In a place to be...*coughs* Aiyyo *coughs* Aiyyo, check it check it check it *coughs* Check it out [Verse One: Masta Killa] I was feelin lovely, pocket full of dough A little drunk, reaction mad slow Thinkin Should I step to the motherland And and rep who? the Wu-Tang Clan Another thang, beyond the fam I wanted to get ripped Put my lips on a blunt tip It's been two weeks, since I last sparked Stepped in the grand resort Twenty-Five dollar fee, plus ID But a brother like me, Executive V.I.P. Word, took a bar seat Got a tall glass, of hennessy and peach Turned to my left, seen this chick she was slammin What ya do kid? I examined her Pushed up, tried to bag her for her name What happened? I didn't have the... Overwhelmed, by a scent in the air Could it be? Yes, yeah, haaa It was Startel the God Shamel He had a bone, a blunt of that ill shit I said pass the bone, pass the bone Pass the bone kid, pass the bone Passed it, took one pull I was blasted Felt kind of stimulated, fan-tastic We approached the weak cypher Did you surprise her? tranquilized her Bagged her, for her name and address Slid to the rest, acheived mad success... Ha Ha.........yeah [Chorus: Startel God Allah] We don't front, we run things It'll tell you one thing Run through town like stars Buy us broads, hottest cars We don't front, we run things It'll tell you one thing Run through town like stars Hottest bars, fuck them frauds [Verse Two: Masta Killa] Outside a nightclub Shorty grillin' with a mean mug Ain't showin no love it's all good I'm ready to flow inside and rip the mic phone Mmm, all I needed was a hydro bone And guess who came down the block stumblin' drunk I forget the brother name but he had some skunk Took out the blunt put the weed inside Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied Inhale, without pertaining to cough Exhale, you know like two pulls and off Stimulated kind of toxie but don't sleep You know we got drowt one shot with the heat So brothers be smokin that weed with the ?lite? but never me Just strictly the ganja ?Since we mania? In ya area [Chorus: Startel God Allah] We don't front, we run things It'll tell you one thing Run through town like stars Buy us broads, hottest cars We don't front, we run things It'll tell you one thing Run through town like stars Hottest bars, fuck them fraudsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Love Spell (Unreleased O.G. mix)(Intro: singer) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And you can have anything Baby, if you roll with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Masta Killa) Tell us, who is this refine black queen, eyes so innocent Vanilla cherry scented, can I get to know you? Let's exchange digits, slide, so we can pick it The night is almost over, here, but she know to the sofa Your place, or mines, she said "Mines'll be fine I rarely found the time to dine and unwind With working full time, you know, with school, partime Are you listening?" I said "Yes, love, I'm knowledging The ball game is on, kinda distracting my attention Not to ignore you, I didn't mean to bore Just thought I'd speak lessons, strive to listen more" My cheri amore, you make the heart skip a beating I miss your warm greeting, when we're not speaking How's L.A. for the weekend, sound? 'Nuff deniro, shopping spree, Reserdero? Momma said never trust him, it's only logic I scope out every exit, and open and reposit (Chorus: singer) And you can have anything Baby, if you roll with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I choose the best, but for myself That makes you my queen Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Masta Killa) How beautiful is she, to have the God Degree ready Veggie stirred fried, with the cabbage inside Pretty feet, pretty hands, there she lie tanning Bending with the sand, I docked the yacht Stepped a shore, greeted the queen As only a king should, unvailed the hood Kneel as she stood, before me She spoke softly, but as, she stood naked With the bow-legged stance, so sexy Sweet temptation, look how the rain come down Your hormones pound, you moan with passion Uteris contracting, time for some action Cream rising, your breast at attention Who is the original man? Got your quoting Lookin' in the mirror, you ride, I hold it open Short long stroking to death... (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Chorus) (Masta Killa) And the drama stay major, I need a genie If you can hold away, then come and see me I'm guaranteed to make it rain, every spring but ahh I know you love me, even when you cursing me out Waited up til the candles burnt out Ahhh -- please forgive me, I'm out here scrapin' Drapin' niggas up, stackin' and takin' A whole lotta paper, it's gonna take years and years For me to express, the love elevation The hell we go through, gives me the motivation To get it right, makin' up at night It's all worth the aggrivation, black woman through you I'mma build me a nation, nation... Gods and Earths (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Chorus) (Outro: singer) I choose the best, but for myself That makes you my queen Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Lovin' you, it looks so sweet So sexy, and still discrete Lovin' you, it looks so sweet So sexy, and still discreteEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Queen (radio edit)[Intro: Masta Killa] Uh... sweetness.. beautiful queen Beautiful queen... beautiful queen, yeah [Hook: Curtis Mayfield "The Makings of You" sample] Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and A great big expression of happiness Boy, you couldn't miss.. With a dozen roses, such will astound you [Masta Killa] Her refinement was beautiful, I acknowledged her attraction In passing, driven by a desire to know if she's taken I was askin', "Is your heart vacant? Excuse me, Miss, how you feel? Can we build?" Could it be the mind you see, guidin' you to me? Extendin' my hand to welcome you in paradise Supreme observation, di-tect hesitation Your mind flashed back to other shit you've been through Others left you questionable, what's acceptable? The first sight of this divine light might shy you Warm words melt the ice between us My thoughts penetrate and begin to break through [Chorus w/ hook: Masta Killa] Let's hit Vegas while the weather is nice Kiss my hand before I roll my dice In the 7-45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep It's just the simple thtings in life we do [Masta Killa] Watch the God as I'm shapin' and moldin' this planet I'm holdin' In suspended animation, love is the highest elevation Of understandin' I can show, over this candle-light scene This is King toast Queen We touch glasses, sippin' the finest imports Frank Emerge and Love Supreme, raspberry bubble bath cream Steam the mirror, I draw hearts with our name Relaxin' ya brain with sweet sounds from Claudine Gladys Knight on to Curtis Mayfield thing It's just nice-ness, the absence of confusion Love, peace and happiness, pure bliss Reminisce about the evenin', hit me when you reach home Maybe we can build and add on over the phone Sugar I smoke bone, do you think that I'm wrong? Your moms might disapprove of my smooth rudeness Excuse, I don't mean to intrude [Chorus w/ hook] [Masta Killa] Aight, yeah love See you treatment is royal, relax and uncoil You spoiled with petals on ya bath water, love I rose in my whip with my wiz and thought It rained lightly on the window, the wipe was flowin' simu' To the melody, "Didn't I blow you mind?" Hit the spliffs slow, sit low, seat reclined In due time, every square inch will be mines She so fine, reflectin' the light I shine, over wine I knew she had the good nook-nook from the first look Hair well groomed and thing Body wrapped with the Fendi sandle to match Coach back, swingin' on arm, approach the calm Skin buttermilk soft as Persian lamb cloth She asked for directions as if she was lost But fully in tune with the stars, Sun and Moon In the tomb, when Starks hit the milk of Lorna Doon [Chorus w/ hook] [Allah Real] Didn't I blow your mind? Oh, didn't I blow your mind? Oh, didn't I blow your mind? Didn't I blow your mind? [Outro: Masta Killa] Beautiful queens, beautiful queens Beautiful queens, beautiful queensEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Silverbacks (radio edit)(Intro: Inspectah Deck) One, two, one, two, the High Chief Yeah... yo... so alone... baby (Inspectah Deck) I'm just lookin' out of the window Watchin' the gunshots blow-ow Thinkin' how we all was turnin' out Keepin' my head above water Got to make a weight when I can (cuz I can) Temporary lay off, cop pay offs, daily rip offs Informer tip off, clips lick off The judge got hit off, boss got knocked off Worker made a come off, cash got dropped off Buildings got burnt out, sisters got turned out Work out in the yard up North, tryin' to burst out Pissy elevators, dirty cop favors Tongues hiding razors, minors turn majors Wave the bigger tools, shoot out inside the school yard The game ain't' changed, niggas done made their own rules They buildin' plans, they pull a million dollar scam Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar bands The black market, labelled the movin' target Dwellin' in the heartless projects Evil eyes walkin', the BBS rims flossin' The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin' They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up They set me up to go up, the witness din't show up (Masta Killa) Look out in drug stores (but I'm slippin') bare approach the look out Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent Then all those who dare to oppose, were sent back Chained to the train track, protect ya jaw These silverback niggas eat their oatmeal raw Cee Allah sawed the shotti, 'Preme went down for a body He killed Poppy, dusted in the lobby, toxy off shocky Cops be harassin' tryin' to stop cashin' The episodes pass, I flash back to guns And crack stashed in grass, you movin' savage Please warn him of his ways and actions Before I blast him Then the homicide was justified when I arrive Black tints on the glass with the stockin' cap mask It's all official, steel pistol style whip you, to the gristle While my team be stompin' you out after the whistle (GZA) I went from the slums of Hell to paradise in Heaven From a sling-shot to a wall of mac 11's I drank with the Devil and ate with the Reverand We talked numbers and I told 'em, that mine was 7 The total amount of hits, behind the collapsed building That had exploded in a frenzy of killings Bodies lay near tons of twisted metal Of a structure and atomic force, it leveled From the tale of the tape, the product failed in comparison The weight, the height, the reach, was not a year within Sight, the significant, difference was the ammo Wrecking y'all individuals and their man know Second by second, heat blazed through the night Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights The primary reason of mission for them spitting The firing kept hitting, them dust, they kept sipping But the informants x-rays gave off electrons Within a few next days, entire cess gone Prenticle percisions used to remove the eyelids Those responsible for my brothers with high bids Life in the hood is an award winning film Lived ut by savages who can't escape the realm A place where the young meet and greet with guns In the park they interrupt the pure innocent funEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Liquid Swords[Skit: Gibran Evans] When I was little, my father was famous He was the greatest samurai in the empire And he was the Shogun's decapitator He cut off the heads of 131 lords It was a bad time for the empire The Shogun just stayed inside his castle and he never came out People said his brain was infected by devils My father would come home, he would forget about the killings He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him Maybe that was the problem Then, one night, the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house They were supposed to kill my father but they didn't That was the night everything changed [Intro: RZA] See, sometimes You gotta flash 'em back See, niggas don't know where this shit started Y'all know where it came from I'm sayin', we gonna take y'all back to the source Do the knowledge, yo [Chorus: RZA + GZA] When the MCs came to live out the name And to perform, some had To snort cocaine, to act insane Before Pete Rocked it on Now on with the mental plane, to spark the brain With the building to be born Yo, RZA, flip the track with the what to cut [Verse 1: GZA] Fake niggas get flipped in mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns Shit is too swift to bite, you record and write it down I flow like the blood on a murder scene Like a syringe, on some wild out shit to insert a fiend But it was your op. to shop stolen art Catch a swollen heart from not rollin' smart I put mad pressure on phony wack rhymes that get hurt Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirts That's minimum and feminine like sandals My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble Energy is felt once the cards are dealt With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts That attack, the mic-phones like cyclones or typhoon I represent from midnight to high noon I don't waste ink, nigga, I think I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink 'Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed Through clouds of smoke of natural blends of weed Only under one circumstance, that's if I'm blunted Turn that shit up, my Clan in Da Front want it [Chorus] Now, when the MCs came to live out the name And to perform, some had To snort cocaine, to act insane Before Pete Rocked it on Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain With the building to be born Yo, the RZA flip the track with the what to cut [Verse 2: GZA] I'm on a Mission that niggas say is Impossible But when I swing my swords, they all choppable I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper Child educator, plus head amputator 'Cause niggas' styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers Don't even stop in my station and attack While your plan failed, get derailed like Amtrak What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four 'Round the clock, that state pen time, check it But the pens I be stickin' with, you can't state the crime Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells Now come aboard, it's Medina bound Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel So deep, it's picked up on radios in tunnels Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin [Chorus] When the MCs came to live out the name And to perform, some had To snort cocaine, to act insane Before Pete Rocked it on Now on with the mental plane, to spark the brain With the building to be born Yo, RZA flip the track with the what to cut 4th Chamber[Intro] Choose the sword, and you will join me Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death You don't understand my words, but you must choose (Baby gurgling) So... come, boy, choose life or death [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] The only man a ho wait for Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in '83 rocked Tale Lords My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with raccoons Corner-sittin' wine niggas sippin' Apple Boone This ain't no white cartoon 'Cause I be duckin' crazy spades The kid hold white shit like blacks rock ashy legs Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet? Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up, you're out of luck like two dogs stuck Ironman be sippin' rum out of Stanley Cups, unflammable Noriega, aimin' nozzles, stay windy in Chicago Spine-tingle, mind boggles Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough Gimme mine before Po wrap you up in so-and-so I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine the Great, Henry the 8th Built with Genghis Khan, the red suede Wally Don [Verse 2: Killah Priest] I judge wisely as if nothin' ever surprise me Loungin' between two pillars of ivory I'm lively, my dome piece is like building stones in Greece Our poems are deep, from ancient thrones I speak I'm overwhelmed as my mind roams the realm My eye's the visions, memory is the film Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above cloud They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit Clutch they fists and throw up signs like a Crip And throw all types of fit I leave 'em split like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips [Verse 3: RZA] Aiyo, camouflage chameleon, ninjas scalin' your building No time to grab the gun, they already got your wife and children A hit was sent from the President to raid your residence Because you had secret evidence and documents On how they raped the continents and lynched the prominent Dominant Islamic, Asiatic, black Hebrew The year 2002, the battle's filled with the Wu Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu Or the Ebola virus, under the reign of King Cyrus You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris Unloyal snakes get thrown in boilin' lakes of hot oil Up boils your skin, chickenheads gettin' slim like Olive Oyl Only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil Fortified with essential vitamin and minerals Use the sky for a blanket, stuffin' clouds inside my pillow Rollin' with the Lamb, Twelve Tribes a 144,000 chosen Protons-Electrons-Always-Cause-Explosions [Verse 4: GZA] The bank's a G, all CREAM downs a bet Money feed good, opposites off the set It ain't hard to see my seeds need God-degree I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed I'm on some tax-free shit by any means Whether bounty-hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM I learned much from such swift cons who run scams Veterans got the game spiced like ham And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength That made me truncate the length one-tenth Woofers thump, tweeters hiss like air pumps RZA shaved the track, niggas caught razor bumps Scarred tryin' to figure who invented This unprecedented, opium-scented, dark-tinted Now, watch me blow him out his shoes without clues 'Cause I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short-fused Shadowboxin’[Intro: Method Man] Special technique- (Nigga, fuck that) Spe-special technique of shadowboxin' (Goddamn) The GZA, uh, goddamn (Uh, the GZA) Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Uh, goddamn, the Method, uh) I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop, allegiance to the hip-hop (Goddamn, Maximillion, Maximillion, uh) Yeah, yeah (Uh) Johnny Blaze I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (What?) Maximillion, Maximillion, Maximillion [Verse 1: Method Man] I breaks it down to the bone gristle Ill speakin' scud missile, heat-seekin' Johnny Blazin', nightmares like Wes Craven Niggas gunnin', my third eye seen it comin' before it happened You know about them fuckin' Staten kids, they smashin' Everything, huh, in any shape form or fashion Now everybody talkin' 'bout they blastin', hmm Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'? Hmm Talkin' out yo' asshole You should have learnt about the flow and peasy Afro Ticallion stallion, the chinky-eye and snot-nosed From my naps to the bunion on my big toe I keeps it movin', know just what the fuck I'm doin' Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozin' Slip the cardiac, arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess me Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my steez Burnin' to the third degree Sneaky ass alley cat, top pedigree The head toucher, industry party bum rusher You don't like it? Dick up in you, fuck ya [Interlude: Method Man] Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin (That's right, all you corny-ass rap motherfuckers) The special technique of shadowboxing (Better go back and check your fucking stacks) Because your naps ain't nappy enough (Shadowboxing) And your reach ain't rugged enough, bitch [Verse 2: GZA] Yo, I slayed MCs back in the rec room era My style broke motherfuckin' backs like Ken Patera Most rap niggas came loud but unheard Once I pulled out, round 'em off to the nearest third Check these non-visual niggas, with tapes and a portrait Flood the seminar, tryna orbit this corporate Industry, but what them niggas can't see Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly Protect ya neck, my sword still remains imperial Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial We reign all year 'round from June to June While niggas bite immediately, if not soon Set the lynchin', inform the execution date As this 2000 beyond slang suffocate Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions Cause RZA to charge niggas twenty G's a session [Verse 3: Method Man] When my mind start to clickin' And the strategy is mastered, the plot thicken This be that Wu shit I don't give a cotton-pickin' fuck About a brother tryna size a nigga up, I hold my own Hard-hat, protect the dome Look at mama's baby boy actin' like he grown No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone Killa bee that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin', son Wu brother number one Protect your neck, flyin' guillotines, here they come Bloody bastards, hard times and killer tactics Spittin' words plus semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic Novel from the genie bottle Hit the clutch, shift the gear, now full throttle Time to bungee to the next episode, I keeps it grungy Hand on my nut sack and spittin' lunghies At a wack nigga that don't understand the fact When it come to RZA tracks, I don't know how to act Real rap from the Stat', Killa Hill Projects, how to be exact Break it down, all in together now Things are gettin' good, lookin' better now ...and some other shit [Outro] Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin The special, special, special, special technique of shadowboxing Shadowboxing Allow me to demonstrate the— Duel of the Iron Mic[Intro] Oh, mad one, we see your trap You can never escape your fate Submit with honor to a duel with my son I agree I see you're using an old style I wondered where you'd learned it from You know very well, it's yours too Heh, I had forgotten, will you show me? And what have you come for? You come here, since you're so interested - fight me [Verse 1: GZA] Yo, picture bloodbaths in elevator shafts Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings Slow-moving MCs is waiting for the editing The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry Herbal vapors and biblical papers Smoking Exodus, every square yard is plush Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions, facial expression Leaves impression, try to keep a shark nigga guessing Give crazy shouts, son, here's the outcome Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides On July 4th, from Bed-Stuy Where money don't grow on trees and there's thieving MC's Who cut-throat to rake leaves They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Duel of the Iron Mic! It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! [Verse 2: Masta Killa] This is not a '85 affair made clear When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up Wu's up, causing the crowd to self-destruct Killer Beez are stinging something while I reveal Science that's heavily guarded by the culprit Bombing your barracks with aerodynamic Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway Minds that's laced with explosive doses Damaging lyrical launcher Lunge at the youthful offender then injure Any contender, testing the murderous Master Could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts Explode through your barrier, rips the retina Who can withstand the astonishing punishing Stings to the sternum, shocked in the Hip Hop livestock Seeking for a serum to cure 'em [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust Ducking handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush Out of town foes look shook but still pose We move like real pros through the streets we stroll Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six-oh So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold Building lobbies are graveyards for small-timers Bitches caught in airports, keys in they vaginas No peace, yo the police mad corrupt You get bagged up, depending if you're passing the cut Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's living heartless Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded Blinded by illusion, finding it confusing [Hook] Duel of the Iron Mic! It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! Duel of the Iron Mic! It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! [Outro] Huh, Master, he must be dreaming, heh Well, if he is dreaming then he must be asleep And if he's asleep, then I will wake him up! At the height of their fame and glory, they turned on one another Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy In the passion and depth of their struggle The very art that had raised them to such Olympian heights was lost Their techniques vanished Cold World[Intro: sample] “I had a bad dream” “Don’t be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams” “What a time you chose to be born in” [Chorus: Life] Babies cryin', brothers dyin', and brothers gettin' knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world [Verse 1: GZA] It was the night before New Year’s And all through the fuckin' projects Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight Fuck blue and white They escape before them flash the fuckin' lights Gunshots shatter first-floor window panes Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless Linx was snatched off necks, left scars on throats Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats Against those who felt the cold from the steel Made ‘em fold and squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber No time to swing the hammer that was hangin' from his farmers And it’s bugged how some niggas catch slugs And pockets dug from everythin' except check stubs And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas layin' on roof tops For his C.R.E.A.M he stashed in a shoebox But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers You don’t suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets Those who try to flee, they hit the vertebrae Increase the murder rate Similar to hitmen who pull out TECs and then Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican Rapid, like recipients cashin' checks again Back to the motherfuckin' spot on Lexington [Chorus: Life] Babies cryin', brothers dyin', and brothers gettin' knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs And seize packages and pocket the currency Cliques control strips, full clips are sprayed Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay Madness strikes at twelve o’clock midnight Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light And I stays harassed, scramblin' for petty cash Jakes on my ass, young bucks is learnin' fast Three-Fifteen-Sevens and Forty-Fours Bought inside corner stores, provide sparks for wars Hospital floors surrounded by the law Homicide questionin' while the Jakes guard the door My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team ‘Cause niggas’ main concern is C.R.E.A.M Some niggas in the jet-black Galant Shot up the Chinese restaurant for this kid named Lamont I thought he was dead, but instead, he missed the kid And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast ‘Cause the crime boss is passin' off cash Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef Havin' followers of Indians trying to play Chief You witness the saga, casualties and drama Life is a script; I’m not an actor But the author of a modern-day opera Where the main character is presidential papers, the dominant factor [Bridge: Life] You know, you had me With your sensuous charm But you looked so alarmed As I walked on by [Chorus x2: Life] Babies cryin', brothers dyin', and brothers gettin' knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world Living In The World Today[Intro: RZA & GZA] Yo yeah, check it out, son, check it out, son Yo Wu, can I get a soo?, live in the place to be You got the capital G, Z to the A, MC Givin' a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew, from the old school And we gonna take y'all back, know what I'm sayin'? Lyrical sorcerers right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop, son Yo, check it [Hook: GZA & RZA, Method Man] Well, if you livin' in the world today You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say Niggas that front, we don't have 'em So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok Well, if you like the way it sound, then clap, man And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands But only raise your hands if you're sure Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it [Verse 1: GZA] My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination Was too heavy for the Chevy's, is chased out the station Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it Gassed up, fuckin' with some regular unleaded shit Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that bind-in X marks the spot on the scope Heavily armed, military is necessary, it's a gamble MCs bet they best at every Powerful parable ditties might harm If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs Flashbacks to the "Duel of the Iron Mic" Look out for these fatal flying spikes, so massive Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled Now, who could ever say they heard of this? My motherfuckin' style is mad murderous [Hook: GZA & Method Man] Well, if you like the way it sound then clap man (clap man) And if the bitches love it too well then raise your hands (Come on) But only raise your hands if you're sure Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, yeah Well, if you livin' in the world today You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say Niggas that front we don't have them (Have them) So we blast 'em, (Blaow!) alright, well okay [Pre-Verse: Method Man, GZA] Well, what you know about MCin'? Yo, I know a lot Well, can you demonstrate somethin', nigga? Huh, I'd rather not I'm talkin 'bout stacks, cousin Nigga, that's what I got Cash Rules the world Well, Cash Rules the spot [Verse 2: GZA] My preliminary attack keep cemeteries packed Of niggas who think it ain't like that MCs are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks Then, God struck, religious niggas call it "bad luck" Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web Now, bees are stingin', yo, that niggas em-singin' I'm just swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor MCs be out like bank robbers Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor DJ, the getaway driver Tried to dip, but he dive, I socialize on vocal vibes On tracks stabbed up with razor-sharp knives Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate For fat tapes and then played out and out of date Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate And from that point, the God made a statement Draftin' tracements, replacements in basements Materials in sheet-rock to sound proof the beatbox And microscopic optics received through the boxes Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical Punchlines, that's unstoppable Ring like shots from Glocks that attract cops Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop But we only increase if everything is peace Father You See King the police [Hook: GZA, Method Man, GZA & RZA] Well, if you livin' in the world today You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say Niggas that front, we don't have 'em (Have them) So we blast 'em (blaow), alright, well, ok Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap, man (Clap, man) And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands (Uh huh, come on) But only raise your hands if you're sure Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it Well, if you livin' in the world today You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say Niggas that front, we don't have 'em (Have them) So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok [Outro: GZA] The Wu-Tang say We don't handle 'em, alright, well okay The world today, the Wu-Tang say Niggas that front we don't handle 'em So we blast 'em, alright, well ok Gold[Intro: Method Man] Aiyo shorty, yo that's my word Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold Yo anybody get caught flinging over here I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine Y'all need to step the fuck off Y'all niggas ain't crazy for real [Hook 1: GZA] Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough There is no cut that's pure enough I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you [Verse 1: GZA] I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise So I can blast a nigga and his boys, for what? He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's Than ho-bitches got birth control pills I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, they had him wired Peeped my convo, the address of my condo And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe And while we set up camp, we got vamped Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103 He got swung on, his lungs was torn A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn A regular on the block that played lookout For preying predator with a Glock, he should have took out [Hook 2: GZA] No neighbourhood is rough enough There is no clip that's full enough I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you Fiends ain't coming fast enough There is no cut that's pure enough I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you [Verse 2: GZA] It's mandatory that I supply all my troops with mega firearms Big apes and spread 'em out like crops on a farm To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene Like the last episode on gates, and other niggas Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes thick And flows through, all they knew, he's gun sick His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt For instance, chop off hands, attack worth His idols would lock down airports and extort Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort Up in the ski resorts, up in hills They move keys and had the skis making drops on snowmobiles The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers And live large and bigger than my nigga Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors And still organizes crime and drug wars [Hook 3: GZA] Fiends ain't coming fast enough There is no cut that's pure enough I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you No neighborhood is rough enough There is no clips that's full enough I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you There's no cuffs that's tight enough There is no niggas that's fuck with us I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you Labels[Intro: RZA] Lot of people, you know what I'm sayin'? That be gettin' misinformed, thinkin' everythin' is everythin' You could just get yourself a little deal, whatever You know what I'm sayin'? You gonna get on, you gonna get rich And all these labels be tryin' to lure us in like spiders into the web You know what I'm sayin'? So sometimes, people gotta come out and speak up And let people understand That you know, you gotta read the labels, you gotta read the label If you don't read the Label, you might get poisoned [Masta Killa] Bomb these niggas, God! [Verse: GZA] Tommy ain't my motherfuckin' boy! When you fake moves on a nigga you employ We'll all emerge off your set, now you know God damn I show livin' large niggas how to flip a Def Jam And Ruff up the motherfuckin' House 'cause I smother You Cold Chillin' motherfuckers, I still Warner Brother I'm Ruthless, my clan don't have to act wild That shit is Jive, an old Sleeping Bag Profile The soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough witty On the reel to reel, it wasn't from a Tuff City Niggas be game, thinkin' that they lyrical surgeons They know they mic's a phone to Virgin And if you ain't boned a mic, you couldn't hurt a bee That's like goin' to Venus drivin' a Mercury The Capitol of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang! Witty-Unpredictable Talent-And-Natural-Game I Death Row an MC with mic cables The Epic is that I Rush Associated Labels From East, West to ATCO, I bring it to a Next Plateau But I keep it phat, though Yo, I'm hittin' batters up with the Wild Pitch style I even show an Uptown MCA style Who thought he saw me on 4th & Broadway But I was out on the Island, bombin' MC's all day My Priority is that I'm First Priority I bone the secret out a bitch in a sorority So look out for A&M, the Abbot and the Master! Breakin' down your Pendulum As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll numb the a- -ppendix, I'm holdin' more weight than Columbia Index Interscope, we RCA Clan that's comin' with a plan to free a Slave of a mental death, MC, don't panic Throw that A&R nigga off the boat in the Atlantic Now, who's the Bad Boy character? Not from Arista But firin' weapons released on Geffen So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown My central broadcasting systems is low down And Dirty, like that Bastard It's gettin' drastic [Outro: GZA + (Masta Killa)] Read the label and say it loud Another Wu banger Thirty-six chambers, through your area (Yeah, the RZA, phat tracks on a disc) RZA-razor-RZA-razor sharp (Another Wu-Tang production, kid, comin' at ya) Hell’s Wind Staff / Killah Hills 10304[Drug dealing skit] RZA: Yes, the good life, you know? GZA: What the fuck is that, Hells Angels? MK: Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels Tony Starks on the line one for Mr. Bobby Steels RZA: Steels over here, Steels over here Peace, Starks, what's goin' on, baby? Yeah, everything is lovely over here Yeah, Maximillion didn't show up yet I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me GZA: You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit, right? RZA: Yeah, Greco is right in front of me right now Greco is standin' right here, yeah, he has a briefcase Oh, OK, OK I got you, aight, thanks DK: Bobby Steels RZA: Mr. Greco, good to see you, good to see you, good to see you DK: A pleasure RZA: So is everything OK? Is everything working as we planned? DK: Everything is workin' out, very nicely Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand dollars? RZA: Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey, hey GZA: Get the fuck outta here with that Hells Angels bullshit! RZA: We got the cash You know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker Uhm, let me ask you... GZA: The fuck outta here! DK: Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon? GZA: Fucking Hells bastards RZA: Let me ask you a question, Mr. Greco... Do you know a a Don Rodriguez? DK: I know no such person RZA: Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez? DK: I don't know who you're talkin' about RZA: Well, I think you do know him 'Cause your fuckin' friend Don is down at 120 Precinct right now Singin' his fuckin' ass like a fuckin' bird The fuckin' guys is comin' DK: Do you believe him? [GZA] Life of a drug dealer Killah Hills 10304 [Verse: GZA] Restaurant's on a stakeout, so order the food to take out Chaos outside of Sparks Steak House Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour Nigga missed a wedding, late a fucking half-hour And his man who bought land from Tony Starks While he was contracting bricklaying jobs in city parks He's a loan shark, interest rate’s a grand, to a finger In the garment district, got it sewn like Singers 'Cause all that talk blasphemy, this kid after me For the heist, in a Burlington coat factory Fuck it! He turned state's on my nigga, Castro, this copilot Who used to drop rice sacks of blow On this remote area we label Dead Man's Island Two hundred miles south from Thailand Right off the docks, I got luxurious, custom-made yachts Burial plots, for my niggas hit with fatal shots There's no need for us to spray up the scene I use less men, more powerful shit for my team Like my man, Muhammad from Afghanistan, grew up in Iran The nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand A wild Middle Eastern—bomb specialist Initiated at eleven to be a terrorist He set bombs in bottles of champagne And when niggas popped the cork—niggas lost half they brains Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half-a-key In his left leg, even underwent surgery They say his pirate limp gave him away As the Feds rushed him, coming through U.S. Customs Now look whose on the witness stand, singing A well known soprano, a smash hit from Sammy Gravano Here's the plan: Minimum for the hit, two hundred grand Half-time at the game, blasting niggas out the stands The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent Photographs of they wives taking baths Along with briefcase filled with one point five—that's the bribe Take it or commit suicide First rule—anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria I want they small intestines ripped from they interior I got a price for those jewels, ship 'em freight cargo Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo Reconstruct those processing plants for the call of Costa Rica Four hundred barrels of ether Two hundred pounds of reefer, and fifty immigrants with fake Visas [Outro: GZA] Life of a drug dealer Killah Hills 10304 The saga continues Investigative Reports[Intro: GZA] Here we go, come on [Excerpt from TV report] "A battle-A battle was fought, in Brooklyn..." "Hessian Soldiers killed 3,000 men; much of the fighting took place in what is now Prospect Park in Green-Wood Cemetery as well as the Park Slope and Gowanus neighborhoods." "This was the first battle of America." [Interlude: U-God] Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers Backstabbers, low blowers Illegal... cocaine growers Starvation, profanity Anxiety, brothers trying me Gun slingers, dead ringers [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, my slang's out of this world Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing young Youths on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes Roll together, tropical trees puff, whatever Yo we could go run up on, kids for leathers What drug? Faculties bubble keys for G's Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese Word up, hold your head before you fall out The morgue route, the devil want that Let's get my niggas locked all out Change for better, that be my only vendetta With life, feed your seed right, he's breathing indeed right Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable gats Never get jacked, see ya then move black Paradise trife, plush with much ice Getting nice, laying back, sleep all my life; word up! [Excerpt from TV report] "The battle of Brooklyn depicted was the bloodiest Clash of the American revolution. Soldiers killed 3,000 men, much of the fighting took place in what is now..." [Hook: U-God] Crack patients, dime smokers Vial carriers, mocha tokers Burnt buildings, brothers building Save the children, investigative reports! [Verse 2: GZA] Calling all cars, calling all cars! Ghetto Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad scars On those who are found bound, gagged and shot When they blast the spot, victims took off like astronauts Get with this, even your best can't Come on down, you're the next contestant! Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank ends Caught him at the red light – on Putnam Avenue and Franklin They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper Than your average JFK sniper He just came home from Spofford Rolling like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet Stop the stuttering boy, save complaints for the five-oh Then praise the God – chk-a-chk POW! They release shots and premeditate to grab And then they jet back to the lab And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered island Where shorties lose blood by the gallons [Excerpt from TV report] "Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges ...into high-level positions, to insure the continued Success of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations" [Hook: U-God] Crack patients, dime smokers Vial carriers, mocha tokers Burnt buildings, brothers building Save the children, investigative reports! [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, I grab the pen for revenge and let loose, see Like Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a kufi The hundred-dollar kick rocking kid's back for more Starting gun wars, with black Reeboks and Velours Jungle way of life, living villain Packed with visions, copywritten Throwing bread to pigeons, Christ has risen King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle hats In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers shot craps The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap king The corner emperor – the golden thieves play the benches Rednecks be hanging big niggas down in Memphis Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines Life is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press spirals Aim at the white shadows with big barrels Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, milk and Armarettas Who fear none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo They use guns while we angrily shot arrows You better keep your eye on the sparrow [Interlude: U-God] Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers Backstabbers, low blowers Illegal... cocaine growers Starvation, profanity Anxiety, brothers trying me Gun slingers, dead ringers Investigative reports Investigative reports Investigative reports [Excerpt from TV report] "Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges and lawyers Into high-level positions – to insure the continued success Of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations" Swordsman[Hook] When a motherfucker steps out his place And gets slapped in his motherfucking face Just because the motherfucker tried to base The G.O.D., the G.O.D And while I see his whole clique pass us by Motherfuckers think they qualify And for those niggas want to try The G.O.D., the G.O.D [Verse 1] Yo, I'm not caught up in politics I'm no black activist on a so-called scholar's dick I come through with the Wu and drop math And versatile freestyle bombs and phonographs And deliver, all things in number and weight Searched to death, on how living things relate Cause at a young age, I was molded in a religion I relied on And got caught up in superstition Scared to split pole, ducked black cats Once in a while, threw salt over my back But with knowledge of self from off the shelf Made things seemed complicated now small like elves So turn off the lights, light a candle, and have a seance Pull the lid off the Dean Martin scandal Witches, warlocks, spooks and holy ghosts RZA let's defraud the hoax [Hook] When a motherfucker steps out his place And gets slapped in his goddamn face Just because the nigga would've tried to base The G.O.D., the G.O.D And while I see his whole clique pass us by Motherfuckers think they qualify And for those niggas want to try The G.O.D., the G.O.D [Verse 2] We were on the same ship when the slaves were checked I had to pull your card, you was on the top deck So I plotted my escape, I saw the thin line between love and hate And fast from the hog on the plate I suffered brutal pain, from whips and chains Punishments that were set to wash the brain So look listen observe and also respect this jewel Drawed up, detect and reflect this Light I shine, because my powers is refined Through the truth, which manifest through eternal minds Purified gases and masses the same elements That helped spark civilization classes I see brothers quote math plus degrees Lip-professing-ass niggas can't feed they own seeds [Hook] When a nigga steps out his place And gets slapped in his motherfucking face Just because the nigga would've tried to base The G.O.D., the G.O.D And while I see his whole clique pass us by Motherfuckers think they qualify And for those niggas want to try The G.O.D., the G.O.D When a motherfucker steps out his place And gets slapped in his goddamn face Just because the nigga would've tried to base The G.O.D., the G.O.D And while I see his whole clique pass us by Motherfuckers think they qualify And for those niggas want to try The G.O.D., the G.O.D I Gotcha Back[Hook: GZA and RZA] I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts) [Verse 1: GZA] I was always taught my do's and don'ts For do's I did, and for don'ts, I said I won't I'm from Brooklyn, a place where stars are born Streets are shot up, apartment buildings are torn And ripped up, stripped up, shacked up and backed up From fiends, cause the bosses on the scene, they got it cracked up Kids are slinging in my lobby Little Steve and Bobby Getting paid but it's a life-threatening hobby Yeah, they still play hide-and-seek The fiends seek for the crack, and they hide and let the cops peep Grown folks say they should be out on their own Before the gangs come and blow up their mom's home Because they lifestyle is hectic, so fucking hectic Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Bullets are ejected My lifestyle was so far from well Could've wrote a book with a title "Age 12 and Going Through Hell" Then I realized the plan I'm trapped in a deadly video game, with just one man So I don't only watch my back, I watch my front Cause it's the niggas who front, they be pulling stunts Back on the Ave of Livonia and Bristol with a pistol Sticking up Pamela and Crystal You know your town is dangerous when you see the strangest Kid come home from doing the bid and nothing changes What is the meaning of CRIME (what?) Is it Criminals Robbing Innocent Motherfuckers Everytime? Little shorties take walks to the schoolyard Trying to solve the puzzles to why is life so hard Then as soon as they reached the playground, blaow! Shots ring off and now one of them lay down It's so hard to escape the gunfire I wish I could rule it out like an umpire But it's an everlasting game, and it never cease to exist Only the players change, so [Hook: GZA and RZA] I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts) I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts) I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts) I gotcha back so you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas who front, that be pulling stunts I gotcha back but you best to watch your front It's the niggas who front, that be pulling stunts I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts) I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts) I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts) I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts) [Outro: (LP version only)] Your, tech, nique, is, mag-ni-ficent When cut across the neck A sound like wailing winter winds is heard, they say I'd always hoped to cut someone like that someday To hear that sound But to have it happen to my own neck is... ridiculous *man gasps for air* Paper Plate[Verse 1] You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather Rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin' Got a few hooks but no jabs Took them out your corn dog books and notepads I get it, you Got Rich robbing those in the industry Bite off this one, steal from your enemy Never try to play the hottest one out your camp He might step off and take half the juice from your amp Enough to make you vogue on the cover of GQ Only missing the sheer blouse, homie, you see-through Stop sipping on that Formula 50 They want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it Especially these overrated rap steppin' fetchers I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle Woodwork strips being chipped to charred chisel One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit No matter what, you still window shop for lyrics If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold Who Shot Ya? You don't have enough on your roster Move like a Fed, talk like a mobster That Yayo slangin, please abort it Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort it Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to testify Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets? Five hundred killa bees, buzzing and really on it Whipped with Cuban Linx, cut with Liquid Swords Choked by Ironman 'til we crush your vocal cords You ain't nothing but a pig in a blanket Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet All this rap crap that's trapped in your colon Only means, get rid of the whack shit you're holdin' Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the candyshop You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop A few cats is looking for a rat with cheese Got something to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease Get your ankles rolled while doing your two-step Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu left Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the cream You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream And yo, I don't smoke dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits With the brush stroke off the canvas I walk on your Gators and lizards Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rocking them Blizzards Wanna be caught 'til you walk the D-Block To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings like Peacocks I was an emcee while you was in Nutville On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts filled Ten years your senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one Straight from Medina with a mass of many suns Supernova give off gamma-ray bursts And I'll finish this, only 'cause I let off first, what's up? Beneath the Surface[Verse 1: GZA] On a man-made lake there's a sheet of thin ice Where unskilled skaters couldn't figure-8 twice That's sixteen uncut direct from the cult Head on assault, the result death by the bolt In a vault, they spoke about the average loss per mission That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision Like a plane crash from a bomb blast Special broadcast, slot time with comcast They kept the jury quiet and now the riot will form While satanic man now hang in his dorm I swing on you fake radio personalities Who boost ya ratings with hypes behind casualties And fire shots with low-pressure water gun play But instantly slap ya five like it's Palm Sunday I fashion the first tool, from the elements the Earth use And built it to a complex network of communications You're up against a hopeless situation I screen every vehicle from enemy observation Swarming unpredictably, we spread terror Increase the fog significantly, change the era Check my wind pattern, it's heading west Success is freedom but failure can mean death Humans sweat and aim shovels, dig up the debris and rubble Permanent damage caused by the W Now who cowardlessly urge you to merge through And think the workers will serve you? The sonic marvel who just dropped the next novel Worldwide, rapidly marred in marble It's a countless amount of emcees I saved And them same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave [Hook: RES sample] Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie? It seems our will is worthless, like we're pawns beneath the sky Fate's erased by reason and passion's just a whim Feel empty so I breath in, keep myself from giving in [Verse 2: Killah Priest] Love and hatred, moments most sacred Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with Guns we played with, niggas I relate with We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas worked for the Fed Sent out secretly to take my head I laid back and meditate to the words they said Skipped town for a month and grew some dreads Had a friend tell my family I was dead Returned at the last fall of the autumn leaf Operate the plan accordingly in case the Feds are recording me Sign all documents using forgery cause just a mere thought of me I'm like Solomon, spoke bluntly, told the world, "I'm black and comely" Howls from the grave haunt me, the smell of death's upon me I dwell in the Hills like Gandhi Been in the presence of mad peasants and old kings Who sold everything on a quest for God's Divine Slept in caves to get a clear mind Who prayed three times, when the Moon lit and when the Sun rise I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds Been in the mouth of many leopards Felt the death kiss of Satan's mistress Walk through vacant districts Before religions I studied pagan scriptures True philosophers and physicians on the cure missions Who harden their hearts toward the weak, sick and inflicted Candles lit, gamble with a bitch Who made me love her when I touch her Soft paws hide claws Bees with sweet honey in they mouth Have bitter stingers at they tail Walk through the chambers of death, take a hole onto Hell Embracing her was like embracing the third rail [Hook: RES sample] Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie? It seems our will is worthless, like we're pawns beneath the sky Fate's erased by reason and passion's just a whim Feel empty so I breath in, keep myself from giving in [Outro: RES sample] Scratch underneath the surface Fame[Verse 1] They was told not to ride in Patty's Hearse And stay out of Charles' Mansion Took Abraham's Lincoln through the Todd Bridges expansion Willis Reeds a map that marks the spot showin On his left George Burns a blunt William's Holdin Tyra Banked the money that Chaka Khaned the poor Alicia Keyed his car for givin Melba Moore For the Redd Foxx who bought off the block, but though twice As Debora Cox the gun cuz she beat Kelly's Price When Rosa Parked the truck on the farm that Kim Fields Linda Tripped for tryna to walk in Lauryn's Hills Water dripped outta Farrah's Fawcett in the glass She was "Superfly", Curtis Mayfield her ass Chris Tucker to a show, Ted Turner to a ho Robert Diggs the beat, but ain't feelin the flow But he signed it fast, for half of Johnny's Cash Nia Longed for the album to drop, cameras flashed Tom Sawyer at the Lucielle Ball up at the foyer He confronted Richard Pryor to hiring his lawyer Suge's Knight removed the rook off the board Don King was checked and Al Sharpton the sword "Wettin cream, I ain't wettin fame" "(Fame is the measure) "Rap celebs" "The place where stars are born" [Verse 2] The saints marched in, Kurtis Blowing his horn Tom Cruised the boulevard, Chris Rocked the song For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's Lennon They took her to Elizabeth Taylor to dry clean The lone seamstress, who was schemin on Al's Green You know they shoot for the stars and buckwild Like the kids in the yard who play with Jane's Child A beautician laced Erykah's Badu Sean Combed through the evidence, just to get a clue The needle in the haystack, from outta Eartha's Kitt The Tiger would kill him once thrown in Brad's Pitt Jesse Owen the money from the weed Bubba Sparxxx'd They was journeys seen far as he walked in Dick's Clarks Jeffery Lyons stuck with a thorn from George's Bush Paul Pierced in the heart as the crowd pushed Acting alone...Drew Barrymore bones Of the victims, three blocks from Jim's Brownstone They shared the same bowl, he caught Natalie's Coled The producer, threw the butter on Esther's Rolle Nipsey Russeled him down, got his jaw wide In a instant, Brooke Shields him from the gunfire Angie Stoned him to death, with those vocals Keith Sweat from the workout, just from runnin local " Wettin cream, I ain't wettin fame " "Fame is the measure" "Rap celebs" "The place where stars are born" [Verse 3] Larry's Bird flew outta Nicolas Cage Joe Tex messages from Satchel's Paige Betty Wright letters with ink from Sean's Penn Infinite bars, you couldn't tell where the song end Glenn Close enough to quickly duck the tapes Richard Gere ripped while he was climbin Bill Gates He was a southerner, posing as a, native New Yorker The Jason Kidd took his first steps in Jimmy's Walker He stayed on line chattin with rap celebs Used Bernie's Mack to search Veronica's Webb It cost them their life for the advice you gave Now Pete Rose lay on Vanessa's Redgrave " Wettin cream, I ain't wettin fame " "Fame is the measure" "Rap celebs" "The place where stars are born" " Wettin cream, I ain't wettin fame " "Fame is the measure" "Rap celebs" "The place where stars are born" Breaker, Breaker[Chorus: GZA] Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line Can you read me? Shortage on rhymes MCs should expect the worst I stay alert and shoot first [Verse 1: GZA] This is not a test, it's difficulty Picture closely, the ignorant mostly Blind, deaf, dumb, your mind left numb Lost soul who failed to hear the roll of the drum In the bottom of your bomb shelter, still felt the Heavy blast that blew off the masks of twelve welders The math of an elder, praise the Lord, thank you Genius Operation: Project English Commander the chief of flight style, check the aircraft Glide like the Frisbee, Digi they Disney To check fault in oneself is pure loveliness You break the mirror that remind you of your ugliness So when I bust, no one is untouched Some returning with the mic clutched, like such Who plan but never execute. He had the heat in his Hand, but yo he didn't shoot, therefore Your mechanism of material better be sickly Or let your lead spread incredibly quickly I move bravely, travellin' on a horse On the battlefield, surrounded by the lost Of those who plotted with the brains of animals My high molecular structure be untangible The name ring a bell, killable two syllable The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical To be blunt, the beat was cooked up like coke goods The rhyme first came to me in the oak woods Up to no good, rap icon Milk the industry like the Wall Street junk bond You see the bright stone, I got your height sewn Direct current, that move through the mic-phone Key contributor, well-known major factor Rhyme distributor, the drive of a tractor Who run ya down if you don't move or wanna linger Linger, linger, linger, linger [Chorus] Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line Can you read me? Shortage on rhymes MCs should expect the worst I stay alert and shoot first Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line Can you read me? Shortage on rhymes MCs should expect the worst I stay alert and shoot first [Verse 2: GZA] The immortality of my fame is the measure of other's torture Burnt offer, from a flamin' author The falconer who flies enough birds for the chase Strictly excel in what is excellence with grace The significance was not the vulgar applause of interest But the feelin' that exit, completion of a sentence With age and experience, my reason ripens I strike on you Vikings, slash like a hyphen If you enter the house of fortune by the gate of pleasure You will leave by sorrow, the flow measures Everything fails with the unfortunate Learned that recordin' it, so my mind broaden it Track records ranks us with the exceptional Extreme complex physics, high technical The truth is usually seen and rarely heard What's more dangerous than hatred is the word You wild cards, jack of all trades Those who parade their positions show their spades A large flock of MCs, they figure to be taught It ain't hard to see why I'm vigorously sought [Chorus] Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line Can you read me? Shortage on rhymes MCs should expect the worst I stay alert and shoot first Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line Can you read me? Shortage on rhymes MCs should expect the worst I stay alert and shoot first [Outro: GZA] Breaker, breaker one nine Breaker, breaker one nine The Spark[Verse 1] From the mind, thought produced a speck of light It was infinitely hot, so extremely bright Within the center of this great shining There was enormous energy - it was expanding in great timing Within this fireball was all of space Special place with information encased One of infinite beginnings this cosmic clock was ticking And allowed space to float while it was spinning All that you see around us Sun, the Moon and stars - millions of worlds that astound us The universe in size is hard to fathom When composed in a region small as a single atom One billionth the size the point of a pen Microscopic, on a macro level within And unfurled the swirling cloud of light A star city, a galaxy, with all its might Within the blinking of an eye expanded beyond comprehension Then a fraction of a second a new dimension At a marble size but very unstable In time it would come with the periodic table Space was expanding faster than light speed Moving at the speed only thought can exceed A picosecond after The Big Bang, music of the spheres Before the ears, the universes now sang Small enough to fit in your hand, a nanosecond later It was the size of Mars and becoming greater Fraction of the second later - 80 times the size of Earth Fastest growing infant since its time of birth [Chorus] Step into a world of black holes, quasars Galaxies, supernovas, bright stars A spectrum of light beams Images beyond your wildest dreams [Verse 2] Still expanding but it didn't contain matter Just pure energy that was spinning within the batter But mass and energy are interchangeable Convert those particles, not to name a few Matter and antimatter, the arch-rival Met, obliterated each other for survival A war zone, a battle to the death But as long as there's life and breath there's one remaining left But an imbalance caused particles to vibrate Away from the galactic center at high rates So fast becoming a liquid And it would be 300,000 years before it dripped it Despite being perfect, it was in turmoil Then it would fall back under pressure, recoil Subatomic particles smashed into each other Continuous energy years before discovered Then it slowed down and began to bond Creating atoms - building blocks of matter and beyond It was now eight times the size of the solar system Distance, thorough measurements, I enlist them Sixty billion miles in diameter Temperature of seventeen trillion Fahrenheit to damage ya And it was only a millionth of a second old And it would be another million years before turning cold [Chorus] Step into a world of black holes, quasars Galaxies, supernovas, bright stars A spectrum of light beams Images beyond your wildest dreams Science Genius 12.12.12 SpeechTeachers College, Columbia University 12/12/12 Thank you for your introduction, Chris. Thank you David, Helen, Daniel, Ridhi and John for coming to support our effort. And thank you everyone, for coming. My name is GZA from The Wu Tang Clan. It is an honor to be here at Teachers College to discuss Science Genius. Particularly on 12/12/12. Since 2001, I have done something to commemorate the triple number date. But I can't think of a better way to culminate the tradition than to be here with all of you to talk about this program Most people associate Wu Tang with Staten Island but I was born in Brooklyn and lived in almost every borough by the time I was ten. I left high school in the tenth grade and it's one of my greatest regrets in life. I am here--not as a teacher, nor expert, nor genius--but rather as a science enthusiast who wants to inspire New York City public high school students to get excited about biology, chemistry and physics. I wish there had been a more compelling way to captivate my imagination about science when I was in school The interaction between matter and energy has always aroused my interest and curiosity. When I was around the age of six, I can remember playing with two pieces of steel or metal. One of them was magnetic and the other was not. The piece with the magnetic force attracted the piece without. I flipped them in opposite directions and they repelled each other as if some force was pushing them apart. I found this fascinating. Years later I would come to learn that every single atom in your body is from the core of a star that was created billions of years ago. From the skin cells to the iron in your blood, the carbon in your genes to the gold on your finger, all created over thirteen billion years ago. Not only is that an interesting connection, it is also a great one. This is a very unique bond that makes you look at life in a whole different perspective and see beauty in everything In the last year I was able to meet with some of the top scientists in the world, including those whom you've just heard from. At MIT I met with Biological Oceanographer Penny Chisholm, Geneticist Eric Lander, the founding director of The Broad Institute at MIT. At Cornell University I met Alexander Gaeta and last but not least, Neil DeGrasse Tyson. It was incredibly humbling and inspiring to meet with these people but I do believe that the future Penny's, David's and Neil's are the young students that are in the NYC public schools. Not only was it interesting to see how dedicated and committed they were to their work, it was also interesting to see how excited they were to hear that I was incorporating science into my works My next album will be entitled DARK MATTER, which is scheduled to be released in 2013. It will be a Cosmic journey through the universe. A galactic adventure. A Personal look into a dark and distant past. Matter that influences the evolution of the universe gravitationally. The goal is to influence the evolution of hip hop and schooling Now that hip hop has become the single most dominant cultural touchstone in the lives of most youth, Chris Edmin, Rapgenius and I have come together to sponsor Science Genius. We chose hip hop as an art form to educate the listeners about scientific topics. As I said before I am not a science teacher. I go into classrooms as an artist and provide a model for students to communicate the information learned from their science teachers My role in the process is to encourage students to compose creative writing, not just through rhyme, but through a metaphoric narrative approach to animate the science concepts so that the material can be digested by students in a interdisciplinary way. The rhymes are a starting point to introduce this technique of seeing science in a new way, a new context. I challenge students to not be too literal and write compelling stories. Make it "half short, twice strong." Light as an atom to where it doesn't trouble the soul of the listener, but heavy as a neutron star to where it's mind boggling One thing that I try to impart in the classroom is that the rhyme must be clear, eloquent, witty and clever. I challenge students to make sense of complex information while maintaining the high standards of serious lyricism I believe that science is important because it helps you gain a deeper understanding of yourself and your surroundings. Knowledge of one's environment specifically through science can increase self-awareness, confidence, and critical thinking skills that can translate outside of the classroom. I just heard on a commercial that “Children need to learn science in order to succeed in this global society.” Hip hop is important because using a vehicle the students are already familiar with decreases their resistance to the technical jargon in science, giving them more control over their communication while incorporating science concepts into their everyday vocabularies Thank you again for coming to show your support Pencil[Verse 1: GZA] The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party Keep an MC head spinning like Dark Bacardi This B.A.C. is 2.3 Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs are joint free So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well Kick something live stop chirping like Nextel I'm All In Together, a swordsman forever I paint the town red, with many heads are severed R-A-W, I still bring trouble to Throw your raps in the sleephold, quick to smother you Dart hit your breastplate, meet ya death date Rook down a E4, look, it's checkmate No other way describe it but catastrophe The plan was drawing blood and displayed it graphically Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter Horrific torture, by prolific authors Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top It's getting 'hot in here' like the single that Nelly dropped So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft A little vodka turn 'em into Ivan Koloff Why do the Gods make MC's study from Thirty five, and fifty year, then try to become Under the study with the sword above the head So he would keep in mind under the open pledge [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Fierce glisten, something so sharp Piercing, swords cling, the vigilante intimate Close combat, this is emceeing at its best But there is no contest, sent I'm this Speaking of a test, this and try to question this He so different with the swiftness, godfather civilization Shell casing, universal nation Could he be the one predicted, presidential sent in Old school soul survivors, we the wildest Asiatic Arctic flow is so frigid [Verse 3: RZA] Is it, the Zig Zag, I'ma pay you a visit Somehow mistake me as an old wise wizard Word? I'm not the same I go somewhere, don't remember how I came Is it the weed, the hash or the 'caine? Or the Digi being stained on my brain Appear from a cloud of smoke, your throat is on choke If surrounded, seven men drop from one stroke Even if my feet was shackled down to one handcuff To defeat me, ten demons wouldn't be enough I sleep in the lion's den, without the steel iron Ascended like Musa coming down from Mt. Zion Superlogical this, superlogical that Digital, take it back with superlogical rap Have a shootout, at midnight, the sequel's quicker Forty four colt jolt, all you seen was the flicker You distress like the damsel, lost like little 'Hansel' Your flame couldn't generate the heat of a candle Me, I be a Killa Bee, keeping exilery Ol' play the desert e, shoot ten millime' Master the millipede, you try to end the sea Your body being found in the naval yard artillery A black blind governor, a rich white mayor Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated Your decapitated head is being tooken out paraded Up and down the avenue, I drive a shatterproof Benz, and all my men's are tattle proof My mic is a dyke, my life is a light A Day to God is a Thousand Years, how long is a night? You get trapped in my shadow of dark, hark, who goes there? Power-U smells like carp, don't put your nose there Drop you to a tank of sharks, your wound's bleeding And it's been two weeks since they had their last feeding Any leftover bones, we grind into sand And spread it out, over 20 acres of land Some call me Steels, 'cause it's hard to bend me See Cipher Pigs can't apprehend me In a no smoking zone, I smoke bones of hash Niggas see me, then I disappear in the flash Next time I'm spotted, I got the fatter wallet Moving with a clique that stick like dry porridge Someone's been sitting in my chair, who goes there? To sub zero cold, your words can't flow here Glaciers of ice, plus layers of spice Say your prayers at night, 'fore you touch that mic Alphabets[Verse 1] All I need is a beat, with a continuous loop And a live vibe, that'll hypnotize like the flute Along with something that's rugged by nature like the forest Composed like the symphony without a chorus A place with the path and trail that you follow With the wood, where you drive your nails, but too hollow Far from reality, with a slim chance of getting back Even if you narrowly escape the hidden traps Nothing but the driven raps written in my notebook Inspired by the cap and the gown, that's on the coat hook Prepare for the chemical rush, something new to cause Your heart to bass, but it's tangible to touch Associate with those who are consumed with beats Produce fire, until they melt the room with heat You know my ink lay all over the sheets, let us/letters gather around And form words, every time they meet [Hook] Allah Be a Born, Cee Divine, Equality Father, then after that, there's the G-O-D He or Her, I Islam, then Justice King of Kingdom, Love, Hell or Right, we still exist Master, Now in Cypher/O, Power's the Queen Rule of Rulers, Self of Save, the Truth of the square, the same Universe, Victory, Wisdom, Unknown/X, Why/Y Zig Zag Zig, and now we're back home [Verse 2] I brought butter for the popcorn, dip for the chips And ego for your trip, some scripts for you to flip Corrections for mishaps, errors, or mistakes Fly raps for beats, and pop and lock for breaks A legend in my own lifetime, from one rhyme That was specially designed, from the hook to bottom line Shine's like a precious jewel, cut up in the workshop With specialized handcrafted tools Couldn't buy this hardware, so don't swipe your card there Better yet, fold your hand, 'cause you holding the wrong pair One hit wonders, get a little shine like flashlights But when I drop the bomb and explode like gas pipes A livewire, known as the dragon that spit fire Verbal action, hot as the grease from deep fryers Delivered in the perfect pitch, because hip hop Is all in my genes/jeans, the pattern is seen in every stitch [Hook] Allah Be a Born, Cee Divine, Equality Father, then after that, there's the G-O-D He or Her, I Islam, then Justice King of Kingdom, Love, Hell or Right, we still exist Master, Now in Cypher/O, Power's the Queen Rule of Rulers, Self of Save, the Truth of the square, the same Universe, Victory, Wisdom, Unknown/X, Why/Y Zig Zag Zig, and now we're back home Lyrical Swords[Intro: Ras Kass] Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my nigga? Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you know Shouts out to my nigga Wreckonize, all my MIA [GZA] Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast Ahead of time, competition not even half close Let's say, by no means, an equal value Prematurely brought to play, I'll never allow you To strike first, so precautions must be taken And what's worst? When you're just fronting and faking It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste And every line or word, is badly placed Even dealing with the narrow window of time My arrangements are quick, shutting down your power lines On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men Acting like they carry the gun that killed Lincoln Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston [Ras Kass] Our goal is to learn y'all niggas, about this new world order But I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughters He the author, ain't let the NARC's see this sparker Stick to bitches walls like I'm Peter Parker The Vida Guerra sidekick hacker Five naked flicks, on the Internet jacked her Dog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black Dracula Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black Acura Homies is gat packers, rat packer Fly nigga, I'm the Benjamin stack attractor Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker Epitome of nice, after Rainbo press the lacquer And y'all niggas is the worst, like fat chicks with little tits If your names not YKK, then get off my dick Bitch, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters College kids and ex-felons feel us I'm sick with the words, Waterproof and Liquid Swords The world never heard this before, call me Mr. More More money, more murder, and more spit to serve Animal Planet[Verse 1: GZA] Welcome to the Jungle where the cat loves to scratch, the rat squeals And the polar bear feasts on the blubber of seals The pack of wolves be scheming on a bunch of gazelles Where the leopards grab the wildebeest down by its tail You see the chimps they grow hemps they hustle and sling in trees Elephants for security that move tons of leaves The bluebirds arrest parrots that love to talk Or eagles that stalk fresh-water trout under the wing of the hawk You see the vultures pick the pocket of whatever remain In the brain we watch but a shadow of the lion's mane Whose roar is loud enough to take the stripes from a zebra He camouflage his bets and his spots of a cheetah Shouldn't gamble with a cheetah and not expect to get beat You silly goose you know he move fast on his feet Now you're neck deep in debt with a bunch of loan sharks So you move on a colony of ants with aardvarks, you see Most of the everglades controlled by the gators It was crashed by the crocs who came years later See the locusts had swarmed with the bees The tick moved with the fleas The dragonflies and the wasps shared with the seas The crab and the leeches sucked your blood flow And they laugh like hyenas when they out to catch dough See a million mosquitos from the West Nile Carrying the virus that made the boars less wild [Hook x4 : GZA] It's like the jungle sometimes [Verse 2: GZA] Out of fear, the deer watch for the eye of the tiger The Clutch from the Cobra and the venomous viper Boa-constrictors that cut your circulation Mosts of their prayers die from broke bones and suffocation The owls are private eyes that watch from the bark Black panthers are the militant who strike in the dark Porcupines had a rep' for sticking everything that moved In areas that the rhinos and hippos approved And the giraffe was a look-out for gorillas in the mist And the bats use their sonar to guide and assist Those pelicans who smuggle contraband for the whale While the skunks spray the scent to keep the dogs off the trail The scorpion set up a sting for sly foxes That use stool pigeons just to keep them in the boxes While the black widow Laid a web for the bachelor Like daddy-long-leg and his hype man, tarantula They both prey on grasshoppers beetles and flies And they all become instant meals the moment it dies What costs little is of little worth So some lose they lives wandering on the wrong turf From birth they grow up walking the thin line It's like the jungle sometimes [Hook x4 : GZA] It's like the jungle sometimes Hip Hop Fury[Chorus: RZA] You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock Fuck with the Wu, we busting ya whole snot box Million white ears and your bitch up in a zip lock From Spazzola to this purest form of hip-hop [Verse 1: Hell Razah] Here's something to advertise, promoter keep the fans satisfied Load data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide Leave 'em paralyzed, they stolen every word I provide Without no clearance, I nurture this track like I'm its parents Got requestments from retail stores for my appearance First we target it, then they market it to kill your artist with My hundred sharp cartridge hit whoever's starting shit Got as many rap soldiers for how much this record ship Fuck them niggas you record with, I make 'em forfeit Send a bomb rap through FedEx inside your office Son we build and deliver, came to build with the GZA You heard the chorus from the RZA, ain't no real album spitter Me and my street team be holding congress meetings Audio visual video treatments internationally speaking Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you It's the coming of that newest hip-hop, Christ's apostle Try your BDS and SoundScans for more fam Your whole roster couldn't take on that one Sun of Man Get your street team, get your stickers out, put your posters up Boost your budget up, still Razah gon' fuck it up [Chorus: RZA] You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock Fuck with the Wu, we busting ya whole snot box Million white ears and your bitch up in a zip lock From Spazzola to this purest form of hip-hop [Verse 2: GZA] Industrialized niggas change as soon as you get in Throw 'em on an auction block, CEOs bidding Highest price paid for those wack rhymes made Was overrated, cut off, never reinstated I be fruitful and multiply with marvelous tales Feed the hungry MCs who be starving as hell I laid the first verse to quench a dry ass nigga's thirst Who drank my wisdom up like water till his stomach burst Full tank with the premium quality raps Mickey Mouse niggas get caught on a trap You Cottonelle kid from Tottenville, you're Kleenex Looking like Rockwell wearing V-necks You learned from this, earned from this Niggas get tossed and turned in this and burnt in this Scorched at a thousand degrees from live MCs I melt y'all niggas down to the size of fleas [Verse 3: Timbo King] Your microphonists collect the bonus, aiyo we own this House niggas verse the homeless, ten to one Timb's the one, Royal Famous. the verbal painters Dark gallery, million dollar pictures Imports from poor to riches, move darts We cruise across the Brooklyn Bridge doing 60 Illegal driving from dusk to red dawn The GZA/Genius, Wu-Tang, we live long [Verse 4: Dreddy Kruger] True indeed, I hug tracks like my seed Masada, wack MCs do me nada King Solomon the great came to evaporate the fake Yeah you, you know you're Power-U You recognize the voice, it's the nigga from the Wu Every dart I spit gets mastered and promoted You've just been demoted 'cause you're sweet and sugarcoated You folded, your style is half stale half molded, molded [Chorus: RZA] You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock Fuck with the Wu, we busting ya whole snot box Million white ears and your bitch up in a zip lock From Spazzola to this purest form of hip-hop Knock, Knock[Verse 1] I'm the obscene slang kicker with no parental sticker Advisin' y'all that wise words is much slicker Under circumstances label advances Ample opportunity, infinite chances To rhyme, so unrelated beef I don't stress I seen many killed for infinitely less Ya raps be the clips that's, packed with lies Cowardlessly ya shoot up those innocent bys In extra long verses, hundred bars in length The percentage of the truth in the rhyme is one tenth A solid mass of minerals, easily broke down Hard rock MC's ya nuthin' but compound Sparked by the endless greed of CEO's In the videos, with those questionable flows Take it twenty-six, cut it down to four bars, make it a hook If it's not on the song it's in a book [Hook] Knock Knock Who the fuck is bangin' at my door? Is it abstract commercial or hardcore? Better know who the fuck they lookin' for Cuz they don't want more Yo Knock Knock Who the fuck is bangin' at my door? Is it abstract commercial or hardcore? Better know who the fuck they lookin' for They don't want more [Verse 2] The CREAM of the crop we run circles that remain symmetrical With lightnin' victories that's highly electrical My microphone is just too hot to handle Plus I don't fill ya ears with the, Pennister's scandal I gift wrap the sawed-off, the DJ pump it March to the sounds of Armstrong trumpet Great things satisfy great minds You want me to paint scenes describe it in eight lines Check it Conceptional breakthrough, incomprehensible Rap that make you, convinced it's invincible Lease up my words, powerful hazardous The most dedicated research the data; this Info, tempo, is gatherin' momentum A thousand rounds of ammo wonderin' who spent them Applied science to, vocals we flyin' through Victorious always because I am who? [Hook] Knock Knock Who the fuck is bangin' at my door? Is it abstract commercial or hardcore? Better know who the fuck they lookin' for Cuz they don't want more Yo Knock Knock Who the fuck is bangin' at my door? Is it abstract commercial or hardcore? Better know who the fuck they lookin' for They don't want more [Vers 3] I wrote this rhyme with a Sharpie You see this dark key ignition's for those with keys Who wanna start me up That's where nature and nightmare converge Where you hold in so much inside, ya gotta splurge On these snakes with the fangs that, poke through your denim When ya move it accelerates the action of the venom But the purity and sacrifice gettin' stung twice From those who load dice, the target is G-Grice Cuz rhyme travelers are light years beyond The Clan had a bomb that made the world respond Considering my own future, I'm used ta Damaging MC's than party-ing with producers Whose main makin' cereal from two tracks of stereo Hold that song's playin' weak ass material We all peak at a singular point in time 'Till you see the sign, nigga resign [Hook] Knock Knock Who the fuck is bangin' at my door? Is it abstract commercial or hardcore? Better know who the fuck they lookin' for Cuz they don't want more Yo Knock Knock Who the fuck is bangin' at my door? Is it abstract commercial or hardcore? Better know who the fuck they lookin' for They don't want more 0% Finance[Verse 1] I took her off the showroom floor no money down Near the Chrysler building in the heart of Midtown 200 horse-power under the hood Junk in the trunk very far from damaged goods Designer frames with windshields that stay tinted The most beautiful thing someone invented Her wrangler had a sticker on the bumper A sign in case tow trucks tried to dump her Rear view mirror that of Serena William Staring was a crime then the look, kill 'em Brushless showers and the Brazilian wax Cash in the glove compartment free from tax Low mileage on the odometer Graduate with more degrees than a thermometer Spark plugs for great conversation She would focus on the finish line and destination Steering in the right direction Made sure I wore seat belts had air bags for protection In her tank she loved to stash my tool I kept her full, super-unleaded fuel She had a room full of skirts and rims The old ones used to swing off ropes that often hung from limbs A temp at the Ford modeling agency Suburban area where the Caucasians be Her great-grandfather was a Cherokee Indian Explorer and navigator traveling then begin Sharpening his arrows on Plymouth Rock Commander-in-chief who raise cattle on the selling of livestock King of the frontier, rider of thoroughbreds He was just as sharp as a needle without thread Legend in truth but known to run the herd His sons were oldsmobiles who drank thunderbird Land cruisers sitting on fertile soil With equipment that ran off expensive oil Folks bragging said the horse pulled a Volkswagen They love mustang sally and lollygagging Fished in Lake Tahoe cooked the barracudas Hunted impalas with the six-shooters From a long range with the dog Rover It was something else to see 'em knock them over [Verse 2] Some got caught in the crossfire Bunch of Mavericks indicating these dudes should retire One was going bald rocking a sunroof A gas guzzler in his grill was one tooth A strong accent, and a beard like Lincoln Who hated the golf course, but he loved drinking Avenger, used to pick up chicks Had magnums that were ram tough but thick He wore blazers where he used to hide the Ruger For encounters with the jaguars and cougars A veteran who could salute and sing the anthem In accord with the plan he was the phantom He had a fat lady they called hummer And umm, she needed body work the whole summer She had a few friends who used to stay in a pound Abandoned the parking lots, and junk yard bound Regulars in rest areas and truck stops Cassette players, known to make the tape pop Gold diggers who on the cream like Wells Fargo In Vegas, they circle around the Monte Carlo You know the snakes with the fangs and vipers Bloodsuckers who all used to piss from diapers Met the Cavaliers at the Outback steakhouse Chicken cutlets supreme just for takeout One of them was forced to live in Astoria Cause at the auction, they had crowned victoria Since then her friends charged her battery Had her running off with the sweets of flattery She kept a loud muffler, couldn't trust her Police used to always pull over this duster A pothead who some called a firebird A foul mouth, who could have used wiser words Her man used to hustle and ran a crack corner So insecure he kept LOJACK on her Creeping with his visors low, high-beaming Temper would accelerate, private eye scheming He would check her consoles for rubbers She would pass the inspection with flying colors She would turn left if he said right On her cycle, he would often run red lights His voiced echoed as she dodged the convo -----"PROTOOLS"----- Her previous owner, all he did was bone her Some drove her crazy, she was just a loner He had her leaking transmission fluids Said it was an accident, didn't mean to do it No insurance with her grill decayed She sobbed uncontrollably, still stayed Another total eclipse of the heart Like the freezing weather that never gave her a start Plus he had a sidekick in his garage And if he needed a boost, she would give him a charge He was sentenced for running an escort service Escaped from prison but made a few nervous His baby mother had wifed a BMW Number one on the list, so he brought trouble to She done everything to regain her liberty Tried to be Audi, but went into delivery Moved to Aspen, survived a avalanche A different element, inside a fatter ranch Far away, when she changed the pattern The distance was like from Mercury to Saturn Big Bang Rap[Verse 1: GZA] Before space and time, thought produced a speck of light It was infinitely hot, so extremely bright Within the center of this great shining It was massive energy and it was expanding in great timing Within this fireball was all of space of every special place with information encased Literally, a beginning This cosmic clock was ticking and allowed space to flow while it was spinning Everything we see around us The sun, the moon, the stars, millions of worlds that astound us The universe inside is hard to fathom It was composed in a region small as a single atom Less than one trillionth the size the point of a pen Microscopic but on a macro level within Unfurling this swirling cloud of light A star city, a galaxy with all its might Within the blinking of an eye expanding beyond comprehension Within a fraction of a second a new dimension At a marble size very unstable In time it would come with a periodic table [Verse 2: GZA] You see, space was expanding faster than light speed It moving at the rate only thought can exceed A picosecond after the Big Bang Music of the spheres before the ears, the Universe is now sang Small enough to fit in your hand, a nanosecond later It was the size of Mars and becoming greater Fraction of a second later 80 times the size of Earth Fastest growing infant since the time of birth Still expanding but it didn't contain matter Just pure energy that was mixing within the batter But mass and energy interchangeable Convert those particles rearrange-able Matter and anti-matter, the archrival Met, obliterated each other for survival A war zone, a battle to the death But as long as there is life and breath there's one remaining left 1112[Verse 1: GZA] Bobby said: “Fuck spending fifty on a whip, buy equip” Mental flip, he got a thousand tracks stored on a chip Said he had mad toys to make noise He split and separate drums like asteroids The concerned producer sampled this question Hit him with the beat for the answer with extra compression My sound travel, it quickly grab you And equalize the pitch up, until it have you Bugged out, tryna think you can match this The portraits are too graphic Panoramic view for you, stamp Wu The beats are Gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic We roadblocked it, checkpoints on your next joint Now, who the nigga you anoint? 700 volts on the track to slay Murderous wordplay displayed from killing cascades Throwing bullets in the air to test wind Which way the cyclone spin? Counter or clockwise? Still civilized Kill spies on the wall as still flies, all dies [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Give no extension on the lynching It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned It's the aura that's felt that causes one to flash his gun And reveal how he really feel, confirmed He'll never live after the show See the promoter for the dough I'm taking, breaking his wax Throwing my shit on to perform the selection from the Swarm Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday My ninjas lay in ravines and ditches, underneath shrubs and leaves They breathed through underwater reefs The enemy walks above, Clan remains subterraned in mud Off shore banks, tanks approach the location Bombarded by the circle of death formation Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes Shattering bulletproof helmets with shrapnel fragments of cell Inhale these venomous thoughts that I propel Through the north facility, the city must suffer At the hand of the Chief's command, volts are sent At three minute intervals the heat intenses Deadening the power from electrical fences Defenses are down, shake a nigga up Bounce him off the sound [Interlude: Killah Priest of Sunz Of Man] You know what I'm saying? The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris We talk about sex, money and drugs (Ruled by power) And y'all cats don't know What it's about (Love and power) It goes deeper than what you see on TV Come on [Verse 3: Killah Priest] Burning desire, ebony eyes Painted toenails, legacies die Women by the well, Egyptian queens Arabian sheiks paid to knock off rich kings for the joy some sing Graveyards filled with scarlet widows Stabbed they husbands, sleeping on silk pillows Blood on they robes, disguised as beggar in cheap wool clothes Lambs and wolves in black hoods pull out they gats Like magic wands, casting spells, sending niggas to Hell Trapping they souls in realms Baptize them with Holy Water Springing on the heads of plenty witches' daughters Interviews with the richest reporters, silent nights over Nevada A thousand Muslims bow before the Kaaba Hebrews flee to the hills of Masada For the love of God, guns make a loud sound I'ma show you how thugs get down Shootouts, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you down Cursed nation, lost generation X-Files found them in the future as cosmic rulers Fallen angels from space intruders Dying saints, blood spilled on the floor like wet paint See it in the pictures, read it, like the lost scriptures Absorb it with your 100 proof liquor [Verse 4: Njeri Earth] Huh; I shot the sheriff and the deputy secondly Threatening the lives of those who threaten me Lessening my chances of defeat by predetermining the victory As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter, after the third one I heard my word shall be born, regardless to anything or anyone Or else I die by the gun, my life has just begun Thought I was living all along, but I was wrong This long road I have to travel, in countless battles These filthy snakes with poison fangs and rattles Kings, queens and pharaohs changed to cattle Unable to duck the Devil's arrow Singing that his eye's on the sparrow, mind narrow Superstitions, horoscopes and tarots “Hark Heralds Angels” and Christmas carols Graven images hang from the mantels Man-made slaves in modern day Babel Brought from Africa in golden robes and sandals By wicked thieves and vandals Who manhandled us with leather whips and burning candles And rambled through our castle, leaving niggas shambles Stole our gold and sold us like some Arab camels We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammo Into the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow We were the Gretel and the Hansel, tricked by this wicked jackal Children of my grand-old-daddy have me In mind when they're lost in this wilderness blind Verses[Intro: Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)] Yeah, yeah Sham's nine times ultra Wu-Tang herbs two times great, you heard of me Nigga, L.A.D., six times ill Rest in peace O.D.B La the Dark, Sun large GZA, Ras Kass, yeah what's up, Wu-Universal Legendary [Verse 1: Scaramanga Shallah] Now it's the real beginning of the pages of Shams Spit that heat rock that make fiends make vapors of grams Sham's is the greatest fan, rock big cables of sands Valleys and trunks, I got the mack ten We can hit the alley with iron and thumper Take it to the hands like the brand new Leonard Niggas going no mas, when the bullets go in him You dealing with a night stick toker The ice pick poker, trust you ain't like this joker And the set, devoted to opening your neck With the tech, as you sit in a Lex' Your next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting As your body gets soft, the shotty went off Little soldiers, you're out of position Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost White five, black five with dollars to toss Twisted by the dark side of the force Black biscuit, by park side in a Porsche You're off sides in the fort We are survivors of the war of good and evil I'm in the hood, in the hood with a Desert Eagle With my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it [Verse 2: La the Darkman] Darkman, my persona's like Tony Montana How he used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana Try, play me today, I'mma kill you mañana From, far with the K, or up close with the llama I'm like an African king in a castle in Ghana Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer Study lessons in Medina, building with an old timer So I, always been wise ever since a young minor Get CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X theme So I'm often posted, in a window with that thing Got unlimited support from the Sing-Sing regime I'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam Fucking with me, you better be real as you can be La Trapacandi, a well known rhyme general [Verse 3: Ras Kass] Who say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar That's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire When you mention me, not about penitentiary Wins and rhyme skills, both twenty second century Ahead of my time, school niggas like Timbuktu Cause I'm original, like Black Falasha Jews Velours by BUFU: Buy Us, Fuck you Try us, fuck you You die y'all got gats but him buck too, nigga Sip the Grey Goose and ponder, then order room service In Hotel Rwanda, reminder to honor these street scholars Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar Bush gave 6.46 billion to Halliburton For troops support efforts in Iraq Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that The rape over, Chaney talking, twenty five dollars for a case of soda Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters But won't pay they soldiers, Halliburton workers make Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year Plus 225 extra, taking fire in combat Recruit all the niggas, that die from where I'm at 18 years olds told to kill, where Saddam at But can't have a gat, to protect where my Mom's at I love to crunk, so what, plus I'm gangsta enough To piss in Pimpin Ken's, pimp cup, rack a gauge and pump it up Hot bitches still get fucked, niggas just want a forty and a blunt [Verse 4: GZA] Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the block With the product in they socks and the fully loaded Glocks Too many die in vain, and it's a crying shame The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top Acquiring power through growth and development On they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant The brutality of war, never changes And the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than What they ever had, experienced yet Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge and they feel The great boundaries of both man and machine Can have one at the point, to murder all in between Yellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol Giving a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's title, what's up Pass the Bone[Sample] No stems no seeds that you don't need Acapulco gold is… BAD ASS WEED [Intro: The Genius (Prince Rakeem)] Yo, this is the Giga-Giga-Genius And I got the brother Prince Rakeem on the side You know we got the sess bones in the house And yo, God, I'ma pass you the bone (Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, so I can rule the microphone) [Verse 1: Prince Rakeem] Rakeem is feeling lovely, word, a pocket full of dough A little drunk, reaction's mad slow Thinking, should I go to the club scene? (And do what?) And bag a rub-a-dub queen Another thing, beyond the cream, I wanted to get ripped Put my lips on a blunt tip It's been two weeks, since I last scored (What'd you do?) Went down to the club floors Five dollar fee, plus ID But a brother like me gassed his way in for free Word, took a bar seat Got a tall glass of Sex on the Beach And turned to my left, saw this girl she was slamming, sir (Ooh, what ya do kid?) I examined her Pushed up, I tried to bag her for her name (What happened?) I didn't have the game Overwhelmed by a scent in the air Could it be? Yes, yeah, a potent bag of sess there It was Raekwon and Loungin' Lo They had a bone (You mean a blunt?) A palmetto I said, "Pass the bone, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone" They passed it, took one pull, I was blasted Felt kind of stimulated, fan-ta-stic Re-approached the weak-cypher (Did you surprise her?) I tranquilized her Bagged her for her name and address Slid to her rest, achieved mad success (But did you bone her?) Did I bone her? Did I bone her? You should've heard her moan (uh!) [Hook: Prince Rakeem & The Genius] Pass the bone, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Yo, Genius, flip the microphone Yo, pass the bone, kid pass the bone Pass the bone, kid pass the bone Pass the bone, kid pass the bone Pass the bone so I can rule the microphone [Verse 2: The Genius] Yo, check it Outside a nightclub, what? We shine some young bloods Drinking forties right down to the suds Ready to flow inside and rip the mic phone Hmm, and all I needed was a sess bone And guess who come down the block stumbling drunk? (Who?) Ason, with two bags of skunk Pull out the blunt, put the weed inside Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied Inhale, but not pertaining to cough Exhale, you know, like two pulls and off Stimulated kind of toxie Seen a girl who was foxy, yo, but she needed OxyWash Oh my gosh, yo, not to disrespect but back to the subject The brothers rolled up on the scene that I had known Smelled the skunk and said "Yo pass the bone!" I said, "Lounge, G, there's not enough to pass around So, go get a bag from Uptown" I gave a pound to the brothers who was sweating me What about the Wisdoms? Yo, they was stressing me "Hey Genius, Genius, when ya gonna come do me Step to me, you know, screw me?" Just another redbone that I had bagged in the red zone And took home to get my head flown Forget about the weak-cipher, so I slid to the back Leaving tracks of smokestacks That originated from the sess crops Give me the mic and watch me get props [Hook: The Genius] Pass the bone, yo kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid pass the bone Pass the bone, kid pass the bone Pass the bone so I can rule the microphone Publicity[Verse: GZA] Who be first to catch this Beat Down? My RapPages be The Source Ego Trip remain victory and no loss Rap Sheet show you Details of wars in streets Where the most live catch Vibe and Blaze heat Double XL kings who rush through got Right On Quick to Stress ya sound crew to get a mic on Math lets the plates Spin Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin, the dawn catch fist Keep the paper direct wire, see MJ retire Unlike the story that echoes out from chronic liars Like those who feast on hogs, eat Murder Dogs A Village Voice kid with his heart and soul calm Killa Beez produce the honey that fortify the platinum Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them Thus, street team take shots at criticism Promotional vehicles wiffin with mad rhythm With the lockout of one of our Source Sports We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court During the first half, number one draft Rap lords swing swords, slam microphone, shatter Billboards Forty-eight in sight after inhaling the herb Vision impaired when the silhouette emerged One nut out the Clan Get your whole clique banned from radio PDs cut your raps man Forcing me to move on from one world to another On the gulf from the fuel Jet to hover Take cover wit the radical Urban Latino No Hip-Hop Connection wit Us and Janet Reno I do an interview and they aim to trace my Essence To know more than is necessary blunts your weapon My group's Nova, remain unsober And serve High Times with king cobras I shoulder low-post MCs, your whole style la feast Second to get your Word Up then the troops unleash Creative Loafing to the grand opening With my ray gun scoping, you're hoping Uniforms be fridged when they walk the Black Beat In the heat of razors exposing fresh meat In Bedrock and Gambling, Rolling Stone out of zone Where they can't monitor my 'xact poem Collide with the Tiger Beat, Rap et Ragga Ebony eyes, folks see the saga Fam (Members Only)[Intro: RZA] Yo, yeah check it... yo, yo yo yo Yo, if you think you can [fuck] with the Wu Clan You get ya nose gets swolled up like Toucan If you think you can [fuck] with the Wu Clan You get ya nose swollen up like Toucan If you think you can [fuck] with the Wu Clan You get ya nose swollen up like Toucan Sam And we don't give a damn Bullets soaked in oil so the Tec can't jam [Verse 1: RZA] Sipping on Caribbean rum, coconut juice Smoking on that chocolate stick, open up two Bottles of that brass monkey on some drunkie [shit] You R&B fake rappers suck a monkey's [dick] I'm from back in the days, with the Christopher Hayes On my back, striped out black You like that? Seven rays in my head My girl stays in the bed and she love to lay the eggs [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Prepare for the mic onslaught swift with the sword Slick Lord, holding my weight home and abroad The crowd roared for the peeps playing for the streets I reaped and sewed, scriptures weaved and vowed Behold gold for the people equal Fresh on the weekend Wu-Tang, Biggie Smalls live at the Beacon Backstage drinks on the house the show was banging Brothers Grey Goosing, Wu was Tanqueraying Allah teaching schools in session, the Gods speaking I'm just knowledging Snake handshakes and fake hugs Waiting for the hour to devour And splatter ya heads to powder I'm a slave to the rhythm But never to a mental deafened power The hour has come We got y'all eleven to one son You done off, too late to break north Tactics are hazardous to the health, bomb stealth Rifle stay M-16, know what I mean? Know what I mean? [Break: Masta Killa (+RZA)] Yo Just, what we (stand for?) Loyalty What we strive for? Righteousness What we live and (die for?) Strictly fam members only Yo (strictly fam members only) Yo, yo Just, what we (stand for?) Loyalty What we strive for? Righteousness What we live and (die for?) (Strictly fam members only) (Strictly fam members only) [Verse 3: RZA] A-yo, a-yo, great minds think alike We used to drink all night Think about things that's wrong and how to make it right Ice cold bottles of brass, time flashes A hundred blunts passes Before the God asked us What's the square miles of the planet? Why is the axis slanted? How much is covered by water? How much is granite? True-I-Master-Equality, God body be Flowing like the chi energy inside your artery Faithful as a Palestine rock against a tank The force of my will still kill shooting blanks Just from the sound alone ya heads blown Still scoring in the red zone you best of head home Or get thrown to the dead zone, son we need to live Interrupt the Grammy show and teach the kids [Break: RZA] Yo Just, what we stand for? What we strive for? What we live for? What we give for? What we die for? Strictly fam members only Strictly fam members only [Verse 4: GZA] I grew up around block parties ready to rock Behind the rope [nigga] with my rhyme on cock Verse shot, first [nigga] who had [shit] to pop My bad weather blew the feathers off a hundred flocks Seventy-percent goose, thirty duck Get stuck, if each link in your chain is struck Can't come in the rhyme cypher with non-snipers Charge off the juice from the pied pipers Grew up around B-Boys, DJs, MCs Through rap, never thinking their ways of TV It was strictly all about about magnificent rhyme clout The R.E.C. Room, two dollars with the flyer, three without Now it's wigs pushed back, name's removed Off the plaque, too wild to reenact With tax, that's the price to pay, my goal is to Aim and spray; my night is the same as day [Hook: RZA] Yo Just, what we stand for? What we strive for? What we live for? What we give for? What we die for? Strictly fam members only Strictly fam members only Yo Just, what we stand for? What we strive for? What we live for? What we give for? What we die for? Strictly fam members only Strictly fam members only Amplified Sample[Chorus] The amplified sample, will trample Delete and cancel then vacate your vessel [Verse 1] Guide this, strenuous as an arm wrestle, move swift as light A thousand years in one night, in flight with insight Everything I thought of, I saw it happen Then I rose from the soil, the Sun blackened Then came rap czars, left tracks in scars Apparent brightness of exploding stars Gave you goods to taste, no ingredients to trace You remain stuck trying to figure the shape of space No edge or boundary, release 2 rounds or 3 Intimidate, my razor scrape phony clown MC The physical shatter from the blast Pyroclastic flow, sets forth a tower of ash Through ignorance and misplaced trust your world's crushed Too late to activate hyperspatial thrust Even wearing camouflage, you're analog At war, the scene is high beams and fog I came in accompanied by deadly rain and wind Mentally endowed when lightning hit the crowd The warm side edge across the barrier But the storm tide destroyed your area [Chorus] The amplified sample, will trample Delete and cancel, then vacate your vessel [Verse 2] To guide this, strenuous as an arm wrestle Move swift as light, a thousand years in one night In flight with insight, everything I thought of, I saw it happen Then I rose from the soil, the Sun blackened Then came rap czars, left tracks in scars Apparent brightness of exploding stars Gave you goods to taste - no ingredients to trace You remain stuck trying to figure the shape of space No edge or boundary, release 2 rounds or 3 Intimidate, razor scrape phony clown MC Physical shatter from the blast Pyroclastic flow, sets forth a tower of ash Through ignorance and misplaced trust your world's crushed Too late to activate hyperspatial thrust Even wearing camouflage, you're analog At war, the scene is high beams and fog I came in accompanied by deadly rain and wind Mentally endowed with lightning, struck the crowd The warm side edge across the barrier But my storm tide'll destroy your area [Chorus] The amplified sample, will trample, delete and cancel That vacate your vessel The amplified sample, the amplified sample, the amplified sample Will trample The amplified sample, will trample, delete and cancel That vacate your vessel The amplified, the amplified sample The amplified sample, the amplified The amplified sample, will trample, delete and cancel The amplified The amplified sample, will trample, delete and cancel The amplified, the amplified The amplified sample (fade out) Legend of the Liquid Sword[Verse 1: GZA] Who won the covenant role, based on a nationwide poll? For the grip tales told and rap scrolls Perfect pitch for language that's built within Where half the rap ink couldn't hold my pen Meanin' when emcees came, to live out the name They signed the documents with the, blood of the slain Far removed from this hip hop life off course But the confidence and resilience was never lost In the think tank and research labs I laid tracks Seen work rule my life but it never broke my back Destiny forever shake from the events to come From the father and the chemical contents of the sun A solid gold figure with a verse that glitters Until the platinum beat comes increasingly bitter They joined in a likely alliance with the rest Schemin' with unsuccessful in a zealous Quest We all see, with a degree of certainty Who the fake, cowardly cats behind the curtains be (Yeah, yeah...) They hunt, for the skin, flesh, the blood, and bones In front, want to impress with studdes stones [Hook: Anthony Allen] Now who's the man who brought you the Legend Of the Liquid Sword? Rap critics say "Damn, you're sick with your's" 4th Chamber and the Shadowboxin' too That Nigga be the GZA from Wu And if you don't know About the pyroclastic flow Hotter than the spark that made it blow You better recognize, recognize.... [Verse 2: GZA] My U-N-I-verse run like clockworks forever Words pulled together, sudden change in the weather The nature and the scale of events don't make sense A storm with no warnin', you're drawn in by immense Gravity that's gone mad, clouds of dust and debris Moving at colossal speeds, they crush an emcee Since this rap region is heavily packed with stars Internal mirror in the telescope, noticed the Czar From far away, they blink as the lightnin' strolled Great distance of space between precise globes That travel in a circular of order Like the tape in your cassette recorder, filled with corporate slaughter (Yeah, yeah...) Meaning the con-tracts manifestly work The hitman for hire, weapon in his hand he lurks In spite of the strange appearance he laid a clearance On his target through a crowded market No interference The microphone left on the scene without a serial Evidence consistent with organic material (Well) Surprisingly, as we marched lively with great size and degree 'Til it spread widely [Hook: Anthony Allen] Now who's the man who brought you the Legend Of the Liquid Sword? Rap critics say "Damn, you're sick with your's" 4th Chamber and the Shadowboxin' too That Nigga be the GZA from Wu And if you don't know About the pyroclastic flow Hotter than the spark that made it blow You better recognize, recognize.... Paper PlatesYou ever seen someone who roll With Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm battin' Got a few hooks with no jabs Took 'em out ya corndog books and notepads I get it, you got rich robbin' those in the industry Bite off this one, steal from your enemy Never try to play the hottest one out ya camp He might step off and take half the joules from ya amp Enough to make ya Vogue on that cover of GQ Only missin' the sheer blouse, homey, you see through Stop sippin' on that Formula 50 They want heat? I give it to 'em, burnt and crispy Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it Especially these overrated raps, step to fetch it I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle Woodwork strips bein' chipped from sharp chizzles One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit If you was a pimp, put tricks on the stroll And if those were soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold Who shot ya? You don't have enough on your roster You move like a fed, but you talk like a mobster That yayo you slingin', please abort it Too many cuts on it, cokeheads, they won't snort it I spray the Flea Unit with pesticides, and you can get Your best ghostwriters, get 'em all to testify Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets? Five hundred Killa Beez, buzzin' and really on it Whipped with Cuban Linx, and cut with Liquid Swords Choked by Ironmen 'til we crush your vocal chords You ain't nothin' but a pig in the blanket Hog head, the deadliest food at the banquet All this rap crap, that's trapped in your colon Only means, get rid of the wack shit you holdin' Sweet tooth dudes stay out the candy shop You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop A few cats is lookin' for a rat with cheese Got somethin' to pitch, they all swing a bat with ease Get your ankles broke, while doin' your two-step Leave a thank you note, for the crutches the Wu left ProActive rap, you know they put drug in the cream You hallucinate and see Kanye in your dream And yo, I don't smoke dust, I dust off Smokey and the Bandits With the brush stroke off the canvas I walk on your gators and lizards, raise the lynx That was killed for your minks, you be rockin' in blizzards Wanna be cop, 'til you walk to D-Block And get entranced for us, spread your wings like peacocks I was an MC when you was in Nutville On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts filled Ten years MC'ing, but I flow like I'm twenty-one Straight from Medina, with the mass of many suns The supernova, give off gamma ray bursts And I'll finish this, only 'cause I let off first, what's up? The Mexican[Intro: Kara Lane] Chico Fernandez Sleeping on his guns [Verse 1: GZA] Shot rare coins for practice Map to the fortune, hidden up under the mattress A lead belt attaches with holsters Waiting area, two blazing toasters Hit the stage coach on stallions Looking for Federal Reserve notes and gold medallions Heavily pursued by the local governor, a southerner Sought after by the whole battalion Fell out a snake within the handshake Get the drop on them then he exploited the mistake Protecting his gold he sold by the plates Ready to shoot while his horses drank from the lake Deputy saved by the badge on the blazer A warning shot from one that had the aim of a lazer Trait by the neighbor a gambler Who would stack the deck, plus he marked cards wit a razor [Chorus: Kara Lane] Chico Fernandez Sleepin' on his guns Dreams of Santa Anna Fighting in the sun Drums so loud from outside Makes it hard to dream A bruise is forming hard and fast Makes it all seem real Mornin’, come mornin’ A Chico’s gotta have his share Mornin’, sad mornin’ What a laugh, and I cried And I cry, cry, cry, cry, cried [Verse 2: GZA] He used to move weight but then became a grower Constricted boa, the Mochis Sinaloa Cooperating along in mining zones For mostly silver and other shining stones Abandoned political rebel He moved with a group of Pistoleros flashing heavy metals Clash with the law triggered intense reactions Hard labor gave them multiple contractions Lawmen turned to outlaw, gunfighter cattle rustlers Hustlers ruff riders useless connections Everything traversal Cross stone socio-economic circles [Chorus: Kara Lane] Senorita pining Chico, come on home Santa Anna’s losing You’ll be first to go Sam Houston’s laughing Davy Crockett too When Anna takes the Alamo The first to go is you Mornin’, come mornin’ A Chico’s gotta have his share Mornin’, sad mornin’ Heaven will be there [Outro: Kara Lane] Mornin’, sad mornin’ What a laugh and a laugh Ha ha ha ha ha [Guitar Solo: Tom Morello] Life Is a Movie[Verse 1: RZA] I got scientist killas that'll jam your cell phone Send a text message, kill you off with a ringtone High pitched noise, on your brain, it's heavy Autopsy report, that he jumped off a train It started when the dearly departed, tried to escape max' Then cut into the general's income like state tax One call, to seal the deal with feel Doctor on the payroll, cost a quarter mill [Verse 2: GZA] The mailman's late with the check I'm in the flood with a bunch of bills that's about up to my neck Plus my rent's not paid and the light's about to go off Car got stolen by a thief who likes to show off I can't even get a job, giving out flyers I'm a handyman with a pair of broke pliers The fridge is bare as Mother Hubbard's cupboard I'm so down and out, I can only go upward [Verse 3: RZA] I form rhymes in alphabet soups From the rhythm of the spoon, I transform the loop From the steam of the bowl, I'm making special effects Add a dash of spice, only God can detect Had a word, to make a bear return to his cub A word that make a girl come home from the club A word that make a demon return back to God And the word that help Dorothy get home from Oz Thirty frames per second, these films we be perfecting Scenes of light put through all projection Electricity, perfectivity Audio and visually, physically and mentally [Verse 4: GZA] I got a smile that'll make the mirror crack And I seem to stay under clouds that's pitch black So when it rains, it pours, and when it pours, I'm soaked I contracted lung cancer from third-hand smoke And uh, I'm like the frog that's dying to be a prince The boy who cried wolf and no one was convinced The man who hit lotto and lost his ticket In a rainstorm, and struck by lightning trying to get it [Hook: Irfane Khan-Acito] And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie I don't like to film, I don't like to film And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie I don't like to film, I don't like to film Play it all back, play it all back [Verse 5: GZA] Lights, camera, action, let the tape roll Some scripts get ripped, canned or even sold Directors vision, producers decision And raised the budget, because the chase had collisions Stunt double risks his life just for the thrill DP checks the gate before the scene gets sealed Gaffer slapped with a slate for being late Craft service got nervous and dropped a hundred plates Leading actor banging an extra in the trailer Screaming, hitting high notes like Mahalia Box office hit and a Blockbuster smash Two hundred mil' budget and still recouped the cash [Hook: Irfane Khan-Acito] And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie I don't like to film, I don't like to film And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie I don't like to film, I don't like to film Play it all back, play it all back Firehouse[Verse 1: Ka] My life rest in a .45, aim for the head, chest fortified Sons look for revenge, out of stress, daughters cry Gotta do it here, can't afford to try Thought the gutter ended in the 'Ville, then I saw the 'Stuy They get wet daily, it's a live nigga water ride Slow and steady win the race, step aside, let the tortoise by It's the hunted man, street value hundred grand Instinct, nothing planned, been through shit you couldn't understand Cain, Hec, and Dawuan - I'm repping the lifeless Weapon of crisis, guns run out, I'm steppin' in Checkin' for secondary devices, live in the real world Fuck bitches, get love from a real girl, raised my sister Amongst the slime and the crime, now she a ill pearl You never seen nothing like me, I'm for those who get it on nightly You need a boost of strength, put it on, recite me I tour with toast, cuz drama's always close Feeling the waves, kill the praise, applaud my folks From the core, the most raw, absorb the quotes For sure I'm the cure, and there's more of the dose Yeah, I'm from the bottom but I look forward to gross [Hook: GZA (Ka)] In the gutter, some ride, some chill (some chill) I'm from the gutter, some 'Stuy, some 'Ville (some 'Ville) Know many brothers, some cry, some build Word to the mother, some lie, some steal (steal) Some get popped, some die, some heal (some heal) Some get knocked, some hide and some real (Some even bust shots, some live, some kill) (But that's gutter where Ka and them chill) [Verse 2: Ka] Slim nigga with the fat pound, back down Most brolic dude, try to move, hit him in the face Never again taste solid food. Same nigga If I'm in solitude, or with the wildest crew Bulletproof down my coats like Ghost's wallets, too I run wit a crook or two, look who escaped out Brooklyn Zoo Fuck that queen, I show you what a knight, and a rook'll do New York City Bronson, heat up quicker than Vinnie Johnson The block got Bloods now, it's like a mini Compton To have honey smiling, need money piling Bundles, bundles, bundles, a hundred thousand That's why with my gun I'm browsing On the hottest strip to see who I gotta hit to start running housing I listen to my id, respect my ego If I need council, bounce through, check my people The first on Earth with the same thirst I accept is equal Never move with crews, you'll lose, they steps beneath you I rep it lethal in beef, might elect to mesquite you From where the beast greet you, do as much as dirt as us, but they preach lethal The block is class, the blast from the heat teach you Get one lesson, fail, oh well, the streets keep you Pat his jeans, one magazine, sheet sleep you [Hook: GZA (Ka)] In the gutter, some ride, some chill (some chill) I'm from the gutter, some 'Stuy, some 'Ville (some 'Ville) Know many brothers, some cry, some build Word to the mother, some lie, some steal (steal) Some get popped, some die, some heal (some heal) Some get knocked, some hide and some real (Some even bust shots, some live, some kill) (But that's gutter where Ka and them chill) [Verse 3: Ka] I embody, every nigga who carried a shotty Forced to grow up quick, never sat on the potty Went from crawl to run, we want all or none Being fatherless bothered us, everybody we called 'em son Block scholastic, sellin chips from the rock jurassic For heavy glory, mark territory 'fore I rot in casket Thought our young committee was gon' run the city One fears being unprepared, so I brung the Smitty If you dare come and get me, I'm from royalty I represent myself, don't need no lawyer fee People call on me, cuz I'm ready when it's urgent Too much grace to tremble, hand steady as a surgeon Highway Robbery[GZA] An MC stepped to me, lying about one Kid that rolled with him who died in the outcome Thinking he could get with me, gain victory When the season's all on his beef was hickory The situation at hand still remained critical The check analytical, reaction was pitiful He pushed his pawn up, yo that's a wrong move A hog move, some rap cat on dog food Microphone competition we devour You pull plugs but take no source of power Cause then in MCing, the contours of the land Intricate architects that's linked to a plan The W-U-hyphen-T-A-N-G My rap flow automatic and never empty Don't tempt me, quick to bust off another Flee in that direction you could get it from my brother At least then you know that you up against G-O-D So when we throw those grenades you better be Ready, not iced out and petty Neckful couldn't match one oil drop from Getty That's ran by the icon who just left Exxon And spilled oil so he could cash checks on The strength cause local niggas be hating But the sound still travels from state to state and No dress code, boot, hats and all metal Strictly hip hop underground and all ghetto So catch it, throw it on your plate and scratch it Mix that [shit], y'all niggas can't do [shit] [Hook 2X: Governor Two's] Stick it up like it's a highway robbery True gangstas we run New York City We come fi takeover the industry Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we [GZA] How come so much rap [shit] sound so similar Is it confusing for you to remember the Originator, paint sprayer, crafts innovators Quick close ups of the artform's life savors From tapes to decks, beats with raps, streets with gats Speaking of tracks, I've ran plenty laps The crates were packed, Farms were Phat Thieves would chat to stab my back, detect many traps Hazardous enterprise, the youths energized Not seeing the truth till it's in your eyes Burning, you learning to power your rhyme Exert maximum damage in minimum time Road L's are lit, my spears start to hit Strange translation of words of wit Through the cable transmit' and once the shoe fit Unlock the secret of prophecies and that's it Stay submerged deep as we cruise the seas Beneath the Surface just like Adidas and Lee's Or a croke head that used to walked the length From Brooklyn to get a beat on 43rd and 10th And that's just a short trip to flip without a whip Tried to shop this most extravagant gift To a cat who wasn't hemped and never opened doors Till he accidently seen it on the shelves of stores That's more frightning than strikes of lightning Tearing up the storm in your average college dorm So think about it when you trying to flow When you wanna step to us I think you should know [Hook 4X] Stay Out of Bars[Intro] Yo, check this shit out [Verse 1] Hangin out in bars can become no joke When you start to drinkin gin, rum, Bacardi, and coke Or Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante Even forties being shared throughout the posse Jukebox is slamming throughout the bright moon With the melody, of a soft Barry White tune I sit back, like I got it made in the shade Holding my dick as I talk to the barmaid Excuse me miss, "Alright here I come May I help you?" Yeah, double shot of rum "On the rocks sir?" Mm-mmm, not at all Who the fucks need ice inside of burning alcohol I reach in my pockets to tip the whore But I'm clumsy, my change start falling on the floor I play macho, and say leave it for the sweeper BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP my fucking beeper I start stumbling to the phone booth Revealing all symptoms of drinking ninety proof The phone booth door is closed, the light is on The girlie just dialed nine-seven-zero porn She sit back, with her legs cocked in the air While her fingers do the walking through her knotty pubic hair Her eyes are shut tight, she moans and groan I hit the glass, "Get the fuck off the phone!" She jumped up and said, "You just had to be the one To interrupt me when I was having so much fun" I said, "Hold up, yo, bitch you think it's cute To be perverted, let alone a sleazy prostitute?" She said, "How can you try to disrespect any female Or me and my homegirls just because we sell?" I said, "Pussy? That's what you call it?" She screamed out, "You're goddamn right you alcoholic!" She said, "This is a public phone and you do not run it" I said, "So is your pussy but can I use it when I want it?" [Hook] Stay out of bars Stay out of bars [Verse 2] I was in Times Square, loungin hard Me and the Prince Rakeem, you know, the God Watchin females posin for a flick Thinking of who would be the first to turn a trick "Yo Genius you see that?" "Yeah" "So what you think?" "Let's swing em to the nearest spot to have a drink" I winked at one she said, "Hi" in a low pitch Rakeem started flowing and bagged the other ho bitch Now we searchin for a zebra lounge To settle down, right in the heart of midtown Went to this place called the Sting Pit Got inside and seen all types of shit Men who looked soft but acting wild Dancing to the beat, Ten City style Females who wore jeans that were tight With faces resembling transvestites Everyone in the bar gave my girlies mean looks As if they were fugitive crooks They smiled at me and the God, showin all thirty-two That's when I caught the clue As this redbone, who thought she looked fly Rolled up on me, and she said "Hi" That one little word fucked up the whole night Her voice was deeper, than Barry White I jumped up, and boy did I flip I pull out a nine and I empty the clip The place was flowin' with crazy blood A little midtown massacre type flood And as we stepped off from the scene Here's the message I got from Rakeem [Hook] Stay out of bars Stay out of bars Stay out of bars Stay out of bars Auto Bio[GZA] I was born, witht the mic in my hand Then I took it from Medina, to the S.I. land I pulled up on the block, go out the truck It was the first of pit stops The era of the spinnin' tops, the birth of hip hop That was somethin', I had identified with So I, made it my point to exploit this fly gift then Myself and RZA, made trips to the B.X A mass of ferocious M.C.'s and talent T-Rex Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day We knew we would get a reward for the price we'll pay The basic training was beyond entertainment Just the cadence of the verbal expressions, self explainin' Wore my boots out in constant walks across the borough Tore the troops out the frame when they challenge the most thorough From well concealed firing positions we let off the most Dangerous with that, slang that just shatter the coast They say I rhyme like the bank that stop Cause M.C.'s be more shook than the dice that drop Especially if I'm rollin', then the point is definitely proven Cause with the GZA holdin', that keep a nigga movin' I walk Broadway, from Quincy to Myrtle Back to Quincy, cut careers whatever the expense be They heard the Legend, run to the reverend With headaches and blackouts, worse then seventy seven [Hook: GZA] And when my job is done And it's time to get those that's comin' up some runs So you can see where they from, from, from... They say the product is good We gonna sling it from the slums of the hills of the hood 'Til it's understood [GZA] We still search through the crates of songs that just breaks At times we play legendary battles on tapes Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords Energy that was stored, be rain that just poured On cats and dogs, water that, flooded the stance The violence and nature had trigged the violence of man That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats Publicize regrets, wanted alive or dead A hand full recovered from the dramatic plunge While the rest kept babblin' and speakin' in tongues Since the competition already slayed them in a scrimmage He continued tarnish that, already faded image Any sport, when they come short, majors don't need 'em Then they broke, lose they homes, lively hood and freedom The rhyme could be a blunt object that make you choke Like too many tokes, that'll retard your growth This Witty Unpredictable Talent or Natural Game With non added of slang, it's all actual fact The high roller knock the chip off the shoulder Strike like the perfect bowler, with catastrophic damage My other's hard to vanish, punishment, swift to sudden Unparalleled advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can't speak Trapped in the frigid temperatures of that peak [Hook] Crash Your Crew[Verse: GZA] Let's drink wine from the purest grapevine and rhyme Out my motherfucking mind Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line Catch juice from the lamp pole Fifteen twenty-inch woofers blow the manhole Made the street crack, massive feedback Allah Math spin the beat back The crowd look while the stage shook Carpenters made errors Craftsmen had his head severed Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tons of snow Wrote this rhyme in video, verbal assassin Blastin, exploit your break through explosively Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously Gain control, optimize the input channel I set it relatively high for those on a panel CD with the durable long-life cover Very similar to no other I seen a million try to set afloat, thousands that show Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow But one individual they forgot to frisk so Now his pursuit is not without risk A special no thanks for being flank While journalists stay runnin in front of tanks Flew out first class, came back, closed task Rough path surfaces, no math Military campaign, bust shots, cause inflammation of the brain Beat Crazy Eddie insane Feel the pain, niggas reign [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm gonna crash your crew Stay in Line[GZA] Throw down ya mic son, ya gauge is empty Plus the wack shit in the game might tempt me Quickly drop non-stop rec shot What I took on the road on the lap and desktop A mixture from up-tempo to slow grooves 8-Track figure that's mixed wit Pro Tool I rhyme wit sense the paragraph was intense Area's dense with the flow from the sentence Engine powered by five hundred horses Press by a threat of joint forces For emcee's who spit rap to cause beef Cause they depend on wild kill for fresh meat On the board, you're just a piece that's captured Weak as the lamb that's laying in the pasture The plug that gave ya juice, I might pull it Can't escape these endless waves of rap bullets [Hook: Santi White (GZA)] They got no place for me In my life can't you see? I must not push or bite it tell me Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line) Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line son) Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line kid) Stay in line [GZA] I'm not insane in fact I'm kinda rational Chrome-plated serrated swords slashing you I shine light to the mic That's filled with the unspoiled water that's rich with life But um, you get high off the wealth and livin' large We rely on the stealth of camouflage Cut supply lines, flood ya mans market From high altitude cover the land target Lost in the desert, the journey is stressful Where the rescues are unsuccessful They perish while they search for it, intriguing treasures Shoulda taken precautionary measures The rhyme with the shank in the yard that kept stabbing ya A shakedown from Alcatraz to Attica Because we rock the jails Where the inmates write the verse on the walls of cells [Hook: Santi White (GZA)] They got no place for me In my life can't you see? I must not push or bite it tell me Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line) Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line son) Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line kid) Stay in line [GZA] Ya out cold, ya styles old Allah just rolled, attack his skull wit a plan that's bold Hit ya king with a Check that caused directly damage ya disco tech Shoulda' Protect ya Neck [Santi White] And do they think they got me? I don't know They seen ya picture baby? Don't think so Now do your mission and while you were thinking Ain't no collision that'll stop me from screaming [GZA] Involving movements, controlling the squares that's closed in Wit impact, in fact ya zone is frozen Submerged in deep blocks of ice Scheming a wise by the high-tech devise The slightest fame can bring pain and torture The author, who came with a burning offer Published by whoever made it must own it Is just an atonement for one chaotic moment [Hook: Santi White (GZA)] They got no place for me In my life can't you see? I must not push or bite it tell me Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line) Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line son) Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line kid) Stay in line Sparring Minds[Verse 1: GZA] Designer and most of man Stands the front-end loader Hold enough weight that'll compensate the shareholders Powerful motor controls are mad stable No room for error, injury proves fatal Hundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steel After blowin' out the belt drive, Math' change the wheels Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster There's always potential for large scale disasters In the rec' rippin' narrowly missin' My camp be forced into a perilous proposition We must come see ya, despite imminent danger Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galore Watch the river flow backwards once we storm the shore Nigga, mark with razor-sharp eyes of the scope On the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopes The magnitude of the devastation untold The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Insane flower, vein blower Aim and it's game over You know the name, flame-thrower Got the code to the game and I hold the main controller Soldiers from the jump, and today the same soldier I stay low, play close to bank rolls Polly with the greatest who walk the same road Oh you ain't hear? Ain't nuttin' new but the gear The crew of the year, kid too much to bear Find out what I'm about, know the legend The slight disrespect of his name provoke tension No threat, bringin' the force like Boba Fett The old vet whose presence alone control the set I'm next level, ya best settle, bless Rebel I shine like a bezel, with strength to bend metal "Plunge head first in the grunge, become emerged the drums The verse is murder one [Verse 3: GZA] We rhyme back-to-back, dangerous emcees Move on track-to-track 100 bar measure Lost treasure, those crews who never gave us much pleasure Agreed the sound was good, shoppin' in the state, city, town and hood Eventually they would Lay down the trademark with god that built wealth To dip-dive in the beehive was on self For the power struggle, never clown but did juggle The heavy load made it explode to mad rubble I thought of this tune on a blackout guided by the light of the moon On a camp-out, the kerosene lamp out So we walked the road we paved With trails that left vinyl footsteps engraved Stringplay (Like This, Like That)[Method Man] Uh, and it goes like this Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that Now let me tell you who I am Up early in the morning, dressed in black Who dat? *echoes* [Genius/GZA] Yo yo Marvel this theatrical, drama on stage Broadway classical, led men to rage Like currents, the beat change and now a flow is strange You in the arctic wit wolves that viciously maim Thugs that roam clubs, in the dark wit fireworks that spark Saltwater vibrations comin' from sharks Blood-thirsty kids bite just as well as I write You're like secretaries who can't type, you're no use Broke down vessels who want a boost, there's no jokes Quick fast you, get stumped 'cause you played, your organ pump Kool-Aid, from Indiana wit the Jones of a Lost Crusade Hip-hop done hit the church, choir girls rockin' mini skirts The b-side kept plenty hurt Push like the shovels in snow storms And stack piles of foul, the shit you must GROW ON! *echoes* Chorus [Method Man] 4x Uh and it goes like this Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that [Method Man] Pay no attention to the evil they speak You caught the beef wit the equal eye, poisonous beats from underneath Crack the concrete wit two left feet Head on my meat Ain't no games here we playin for keeps (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!) Introducing, the crowd seducing man on the street Penitentiaries is either half-dead or too sweet Back to basic, condition-al god, plus I can take it Wagin war within the matrix, it's hard to see Touch, hear, smell or even taste it, take your places We runnin in these human races, bucking naked Back-slappin kid yappin, actin villian catchin feelin like we cap peelin As if we killin every brick in every project building From Cabrini Green to Tildens, sincerely yours Mista Meth and Maximilion (da millions, da millions) (Ka ka ka ka ka ka ka KAAA!) (da millions ha!) Chorus 5x [Method Man] Uh uh uh uh Uh uh uh uh Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!) (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!) Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm And it goes like this Victim[Hook: Joan Davis] Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh [Verse 1: GZA] Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day Adolescence working for small pay World so little he could never leave his block His home bullet-riddled so he always need his Glock He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school There's no diploma that can break you from the coma Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry On the corner hyenas amongst me Yapping 'bout the stories they be hearing, always swearing Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing Caught up in the silk web of material Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning Mothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief And no relief came 'til I aimed And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA [Hook: Joan Davis] Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh [Verse 2: Njeri Earth] My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops And cops watch innocent niggas roaming in flocks Romanism in tops, papers and knots Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot To get money knots some funny niggas act like They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle When the devils uncivil society and die free With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces Children molested within these pest-infested buildings Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling "Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" [Hook: Joan Davis] (x2) Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh [Outro: Joan Davis] Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto Come Do Me[Verse 1] Here I am loungin' at a hype party Then I see this lady with a hellafied body With a pair of bedroom eyes that were clocking The Genius Well, you see what I mean is She had the look as if she was attracted To me so what I did, I reacted In a manner to show that I was feeling the same Now check out the game I said lovely, I be The Genius and how ya doing? I'm on a chase and you're the one that I'm pursuing She said it's the pleasure Genius, I'm doing kinda fine But what's on your mind? I said [Hook] Girl Come Do Me [Verse 2] I said sexy, where you live over yonder? What's your name? She said, "It's Yolanda" She said she knew me from back in the days And that I had her running on a wild sex craze I said now you're kinda big and well-developed And parts of your body just made my head swell up She said her feelings were so deep for me To the point where she wanted to sleep with me I said c'mon babe, I know you're jokin' She said if I'm jokin' you must be smokin' I said the only think I wanna be smokin' is your boots And she said "I hear ya troop" And just from that little bit of conversation It put my hormones into activation The whole thing just went to my head As I held her hands and said Baby, come do me [Hook] [Verse 3] Hey good looking how many times may I say That your gorgeous smile takes my breath away Your soft warm little voice is very pleasing And your tight mini-skirt is kinda teasing Me, it makes me wanna do the nasty And you got the look of being very classy So go ahead and whip it on me As Latifah said, "gimme that body" So you see right there I desire you I'm not a pimp and I don't want to hire you Cause that's not what The Genius is about Let my love slide in and never slip out Did Ya Say That?[Verse 1] I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is just the jump in The crowd get wild off my style, they want something The herds start stomping the promoters that be fronting They sue for Cash Rule but the courts they give 'em nothing Your soundman came with the feedback like we need that Security's shining flashlights like "where the weed at?" Stay in your place, see you guys smoke blowing in your face And it's hard to stop it once we came to drop it Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation No comparison, if you put the darts side by side One will weigh out the other Like friend next to brother Try to take cover as the battle comes to a closion That structure that supported your rap started implosion Your whole chest and your world caved in They completely gave in, they was far from brave men [Hook 2X: GZA] Did ya say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back? And hold out on my advance? They didn't pay that Producers want seven points? He didn't play that Yo did he say that? Did ya say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back? And hold back my advance? They didn't pay that Producers want seven points? He didn't play that Yo did he say that? [Verse 2] Raindrops keep falling on your head So heavy that it's tearing what you're wearing Ain't caring, so you're hearing what I said I'm making sure it stick Like a stamp you don't lick Or a snare with no kick So you know it be authentic like the hand-made works of a carpenter The 64 squares make 'em use a sharpener Kept a fine point with the lead, then it's thread On the paper then like cancer it would rapidly spread This music is addictive but can't live without it At times you shout it The Wu, they be about it A strong following with the die-hard supportedly The loyalty came from the songs that went accordingly I couldn't be more wrong if I changed the format Did something different from the most explored rap [Hook] Did ya say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back? And hold out on my advance? They didn't pay that Producers want seven points? He didn't play that Yo did he say that? Did ya say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back? And hold back my advance? They didn't pay that Producers want seven points? He didn't play that Yo did he say that? [Verse 3] Positive Elevation Always Correct Errors That's the fire till my Clansmen starts to spread terror Spin your wig back like we DJ'ing, he ain't playing My songs set a trap, catch 'em laying Now we stuck but he's overwhelmed by what he came across Not to play it is a terrible loss at whose cost? People wait like never before for the ball to drop At the gate lined up for a tape to cop I still run into students banging my first joint Wrote a essay off the second LP to prove a point That a rhyme is a terrible thing to waste Gimmicks and radio the God don't chase But I replace your wackness, it shows in your flows Immaturenesses, all of your hoes, case closed Most of your strength is in the pocket of you clothes That you endorse in every rhyme like it's garments and robes (echo) [Hook] Did ya say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back? And hold out on my advance? They didn't pay that Producers want seven points? He didn't play that Yo did he say that? Did ya say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back? And hold back my advance? They didn't pay that Producers want seven points? He didn't play that Yo did he say that? Yo did he say that? 1991 Freestyle[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] One, two One, two This how we do it from Brooklyn [GZA] Oh yeah that sounds kinda funky Alright, break it down and then I'll start [Verse: GZA] Check it out When I begin to wreck a hip-hop tune The crowd reacts immediately, if not soon I'm black and proud, I move the crowd I'm raised from Hell, yo My lyrics alone rock the bell! Of those who say that its me they wanna scar Hmm, that's like George Burns without a cigar So, come in the game and project the hard image But they can't never get past the line of scrimmage 'Cause I'm on a defense, what a tough sequence And you lack the knowledge to understand a pretense So, just from not planning it right, you got sacked By a blitz of rhymes that was broken down in stacks Therefore, the mic was hyped but then your hand Got stripped and ripped while it slipped from its stand Then what happened? You begin to cease to control it You fumbled, couldn't rumble, so then I stole it How did you think you could make first down? If you were boxing, you wouldn't escape the first round Save the bull, don't even begin to waste time, drop the mic Before you reach fate, then you rhyme and realize You were just weak from the start You make demos, but really don't master the art I know ya know deep down inside you can't flow Plus, you're backwards, when I said red, you said "Go!" But you should've stopped, because the red was the bloodshed But you ignored the warning and you went ahead You tried me, G, by setting up a match A fair one, meaning no strings attached, then bang! Mic Trippin[Verse 1: GZA] Mic Trippin' from rock skipping off the local brooks Not knowing, heavyweight throwing vocal hooks Rhyming off Apache, the RZA scratch thee Records borrowed from Home Alone kid known as Latchkey Break beat fanatic, crates deep in attics 45s marked up, looped with static Rap ring heavy, each link in my chain, truck's Chevy Flare ripped from the magic lair of medley But deadly, I merge forward with a sharp spear He must return now, his flight departs here Like Sitting Bull, I lay with my bow pulled Arrow poisonous 'cause my enemy clip's full Stay in the venue, with the party promoters, life parolers Half the crowd wild, 9 m&m holders Apply boulders, smash your allied soldiers Intimate footage roll off the cameraman's shoulders Many will die for fame, moving like Leroy Can't be one and the same, nah, that ain't b-boy The decoy, scan this with high tech radar Til' my mic strike, leave a state-size crater I came into this with the writer's block To prevent a sudden shock on a large flock Clips are uncut episode, invincible armor I blaze one once I strike the match off my bomber [Hook: GZA] Adjust this, til its EQ'ed like never Watch ya megawatts, bang spots, raise the lever It's Operation Cobra, it's over Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier [Verse 2: GZA] My rough cut metal tapes, quick to break label mates Won't hesitate to negotiate your table stake First lesson came from the session, room one From the longest awaited but the strongest made it Complex, complicated, compressed, elongated Homicidal, subtitle, Wu claw, banger off the ocean shore Kid jaw, cut with the jigsaw Intern engineer, vest on the youth Make the mic booth bulletproof from sparked wires From autofire rapid from a verbalist slangster's gat Two hit Tucker, she labeled it gangster rap Unseen curve, struck the vital nerve Of some sort, courts got papers to serve Still bang 'em in the head, just lead, no eraser One shot, no chaser, who ya replacer You punch-drunk swinging your keys on your index Showing off your Rolex, didn't see the Joe Tex Filmed it on Bolex, smashed with the largest Full finger, name ringer, life clinger [Hook: GZA] Adjust this 'til its EQ'd like never Watch ya megawatts, bang spots, raise the lever It's Operation Cobra, it's over Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier Adjust this 'til its EQ'd like never Watch ya megawatts, bang spots, raise the lever It's Operation Cobra, it's over Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier Silent[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, six o'clock in the morning That's right, you gotta get your darts right Spray ya'll niggas on some marksman shit [Ghostface Killah] I got rid of the grays Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy Bitches threw their panties, the sound man was fannin' me The whole place was standin', G What they chant, we was family Jumped in the crowd and I swam the sea Threw me to the back, surprise, I still had my chains on me Dana Dane, front row bitches, I bang all three Say, yo, Math, fuck it, throw on Jim Browski Versace, banana color robes and my socks be Them Billie Jean shits and they real rocky The fans can't knock me I bench Coliseums while Genius spot me Plus I'm cocky, bitch [Streetlife] Once I, took off the hoodie, revealed the face Cop patrol couldn't control the place I got groupies backstage, lined up at the gate The signs up, yellin', "We love your tape!" I'm sorry I took so long, didn't mean to make ya'll wait But good things take time to create You can find me, in your studio Half baked, eatin' ganja cake Tryin' to make my next release date With Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds relate You know a brother bond is hard to break When we perform we cause the Earth to shake Ain't nuthin' change, it's still those same niggas you love to hate GZA... [GZA] I set examples over amplified samples That's scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample On those who fell victim, body loss they souls These beats when I picked 'em Jones played the role, soldiers, brave and bold RZA paved the road, GZA buries the scrolls Then months later it was, then years later it was Written on loose leaf, that old formula That was stolen by new thieves The journalist watched it, critics couldn't knock it A piece of history that they carried in their pocket With the time factor, speed was the order of the day With a delay they were able to, what he would say Why waste the slot time with a ridiculous rhyme That's only excused by a generous mind I kept 'em stored in the shelters like the goods in cans 'Til I turned rap fields into harvested lands High Price, Small Reward[Verse 1: GZA] I wiped the chrome off with the dustcloth 'fore I bust off What's the cost, life loss? High price to pay for a small reward Kill for that Bushwick and Halsey broad I provided the jumper cables through the booster mini-packs Based on the drama unfolding in the track I don't hold back, I spare no one Swords swing like shogun, now who want it? You see the truth, then act upon it Or feel the fire's full view Ain't a MC that I hit can pull through Y'all niggas are like kids, flashing plastic tools Unaware of the multi-year dynastic rule What?! Stupid! [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Without a doubt, it's in the heart Where the best darts were written Sitting at the window of the Grand Old Earths Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but hold heat 'Cause some savage niggas are lost beyond reach Broken homes breed seeds of no guidance Left to wander the streets and experiment with devilishment Violent, felon offenders, supreme folders One-twenty bomb holders let 'em off and explode The battlefield haunting, the daunting Wu-Tang dance, deadly emits six pence Spiral, rifle barrel pointed, elastic noose Plastic head wrap stifle, survival Tribal, title - Secret Rival Article subliminal message throwing Bitch niggas hoeing on labels Mic cables, capable of slowing down jets on deck Fucking you straight through continuously Justice, the war of the critical penital Some long overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat Drama builds, it's the street prophecies fulfilled Bitter chill currents to the invited Bang for the phones, live niggas on their way home Snatch poems from clones, we got it sewn 7 Pounds[GZA] Speaking of this artform, the slang is dangerous MC's are like sperm cells, a gang of us Fighting to reach the egg, biting and lose a leg Odds are like 1 to 10 million, the kin thread One from a thousand speaks in his own voice The other 999, imitates without choice They never even knowing it, until the going gets rough You see the Amplified Sample I'm throwing with I grab the microphone, the unthinkable happens See the rockets red glare like the guns when clapping They still cage matching MC's thats scrapping Not the UFC, but my opponent is tapping So don't let a little bit of fear turn to hatred I was sent as a savior to revive what was sacred Also stop this uncalled for behavior Insipid back cats, they lack taste and flavor [Hook: GZA] Got word from the wise to let it drop Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop Because regardless to whom or what, even the door shut I'm giving 'em straight raw, you bringing them all cut Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop Raps so out of shape and far from tip top Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels Dictators next to rebels, and Gods against devils [GZA] No time for backwards thinking, let's think ahead If you want to sleep when you awake then make your bed Alotta MC's came to see me on referals Not even knowing that they would undergo great perils These cutting edge methods from the most specialized Faster than the last men, and before the dust'll fly The lord of the art, strikes a chord in your heart Your ear love to hear the God, ripping tracks apart Me to hip hop, is like Einstein to science A match made in heaven, most likely an alliance Complex individual that you dream of being Intellectual challenging, the all eye seeing Got an appetite for heat, so then come and bite the beat And digest the rest and don't stress the part you couldn't eat [Hook] Life of a Drug DealerThere's a rumor that an old lady heard a Kingpin hiring a hitman to murder A federal prosecuting drug-dealing witness But that's how it is in the business And I'm in it, physically gaining power Constantly counting up cash by the hour And it feels good to be paid Regardless of how many victims get slayed Accomplices of mine drop like flies But in this, every day a homeboy dies Whether shot in the body or cyanide in ya Bacardi 'Cause it's a cutthroat party Now it's up to me to retaliate And if I score, I'll increase the murder rate I move on ones who double-cross Set them up, now they suffer the loss Of he or she who's ever on the agenda Most likely a family member Informants, rattle-tattle-telling snakes Get shot up, brutalized and thrown in lakes The parts of a body is found days later The other half was done by an amputator I'm undefeated in plenty fights My enemies are beaten with many stripes I'll shoot up funerals, firebomb wakes Vehicular homicides, whatever it takes Just to keep control of my empire I'll set ya own mother on fire 'Cause when it comes down just to me and my money Ain't a fucking thing funny All those who pose a threat I'll stick them Ya friends, ya family, and innocent victims Get caught in the midst when I'm busting of nines But they was in the wrong place, the wrong time Decapitated bodies found in lots While I'm still cooking up kilos in pots The kilos becomes bricks and the bricks becomes rocks Then retailed on the blocks I drive around in expensive cars And get women who fuck like porno stars I get them high, you know, like powder they nose Then put 'em in the streets as my high-class hoes I'm wild, living foul and I'm ruthless I leave muthafuckers toothless I had a worker who stepped on the scene lively Then started selling my customers Ivory Soap, counterfeit vials of cracks I stuck 'em to death with a thousand thumbtacks You've seen my resume, that's just the half I'm a bad muthafucker, just like Shaft A character played by who? Richard Roundtree The only difference, my guns are sound-free Silencers ring off then wisp by Then all you hear is a last-minute cry Of those who tried to control my territory Not the West Side but the Bed-Stuy story Police be giving me eye-to-eye contact But I smile cause I'm putting out contracts Now a G-note is placed upon ya head You say picture that? Alright Bang ya dead This is the life of a drug dealer Cinema[Verse 1: GZA] There was a clubhouse, owners kept special guests in Place much darker than the room I rest in Creepy spot where the dust covers the floor And some fishing rods is hanging on the door Painting on the wall of stick figures That's rumored to walk out the frame and get bigger Where the imagination runs wild, like who's creeping Neighbors are acres away and probably sleeping Wind that's blowing makes the sounds of ghost Thieves in the room makes you feel really close Remind me of this late night thriller I watched the other night, they never caught the killer Bats that's flying in every direction Got to stay low and roll with the protection Visitors that often stay for the summer They heart beat, like the roll of a drummer [Hook 2X: Justice Kareem] I can feel the presence all around me The scene isn't funny, I got those chills I can feel the presence all around me The scene isn't funny, it's all too real [Verse 2: GZA] The moon was full, the sky was black, the bathroom Hear a crack, wolves roam in packs In the dining room, a chair rock back and forth Pulled the table cloth 'til the silverware fell off Cups and glass plates hit the floor and shattered Three Blind Mice heard the noise and scattered Front door was open, welcome mat was soaking The blood of Christ, plus all four locks were broken In the backyard, two dogs would growling They're barking, the eyes and they teeth was sparkling I started to sweat, they started to get closer Then I saw a face on a wanted poster An outlaw who stayed with an empty holster Used to shoot mugs of beer off the coaster Make a move to turn the light switch on Jump up, my jacket was torn Pages from the photo album begin to turn Wax dripped from the candle as it slowly burned Then the lights had started blinking, as if the power was gone The room become foggy, as if the shower was on Words was written in the steam on the mirror In bold print, couldn't have been any clearer TV was giving out sounds without a picture And a voice kept saying "I'mma getcha" [Hook 2X: Justice Kareem] I can feel the presence all around me The scene isn't funny, I got those chills I can feel the presence all around me The scene isn't funny, it's all too real Short Race[Verse 1: GZA] He's running in a short race, shoelace untied Head down, facial expression he can't hide Kid with no direction, seems confused A victim who spent years, being abused His moms a drug addict, she has a bug habit Was a Seventh Day Adventist who celebrated the Sabbath But she back slid, or that's what the crack did She used to shoot up, under her sleeves, the track hid A long time ago, the father left the picture And as time went on, he was erased from the scripture The son, he don't have much to treasure And these kids that be getting on him, they do it for pleasure Demons are gradually growing inside him Way before he ever knew the courts would divide him A wall around himself had became a shell Was a whole new person, by the time the bricks fell [Hook: Roc Marciano] It's a short race, duck the court dates The pork gave chase, we had to walk straight You know the forte, nigga it's a portrait Or should I say a poor trait You want to store very short cake Estate, behind the gate N.Y. State, why wait? You trying to get paid by the lake In each state, and do the shit at high pace [Verse 2: GZA] Under the dirt, there was nothing left but bones A lot of tall grass around his tombstone His mother left alone, her heart felt sorrow No time to play with the precious time we borrow They live next door, but he was worlds away In reality, but such a high price to pay He was easy to recognize from his dress code Nothing but a firework about to explode A short fuse, who was bound to lose in the struggle His grandparents went through a great deal of trouble To keep him out of jail, they even put they house on sale To post bail, but the kid still failed I remember when he called collect from behind bars Suffering from two injuries and nine scars He said he'd give anything to be out the pen But it would be his permanent home until the end [Hook: Roc Marciano] It's a short race, duck the court dates The pork gave chase, we had to walk straight You know the forte, nigga it's a portrait Or should I say a poor trait You want to store very short cake Estate, behind the gate N.Y. State, why wait? You trying to get paid by the lake In each state, and do the shit at high pace [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Wait, I got to get mines With a side of French fries, not kid sized Sixes fives, I give off a pimp's vibe Is it the vines? Watch like a sitcom Throwing rocks with my pitching arm More bricks than when the Knicks is on, I'm sitting on Shitting on your boss, been written off Shots I'm licking off, the top like a different source Ripping this raw like a kitchen chore That's a block not chicken broth Hold the pot with your mittens on Dicks kicking in the door, and went to pick me off like a lintball Jumped out the fifth floor it's a pit fall When I hit the lawn, shit it fell like a jigsaw Rather get hit at the board, then to get tossed Went to court, got shipped off like a brick of soft [Hook: Roc Marciano] It's a short race, duck the court dates The pork gave chase, we had to walk straight You know the forte, nigga it's a portrait Or should I say a poor trait You want to store very short cake Estate, behind the gate N.Y. State, why wait? You trying to get paid by the lake In each state, and do the shit at high pace Feel Like an Enemy[Hell Razah] Yeah, yeah yo I'm like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system We complete like the solar system Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks Everyday be a court date recorded on tape Hell Razah grab the mic and send your show to a wake Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead weight We negotiate wit .38's in a north face GZA came wit the Liquid Swords killin you all I'm the virus in the street that'll get in your paws See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my road dogs All you soldiers want wars when you don't know laws You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord G-G, Maccabees, K-P be backin' me Aiyyo Prodigal, niggas is charged wit blasphemy Chorus [Hell Razah] AND ALL THAT HARD ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy) AND IF YOU'RE FEELIN LIKE AN ENEMY (come after me) [Killah Priest] I heard the sweet words from sour tongues Vent poison in the ears of the ?grown-z's? dead head for years Shed a tear for the underwear under the stairs Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear Shots were fired in the darkest moments Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit Sacreligious, days of atonement Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs Drunk a cup of blood We trained the same time Peter sprayed a slug We all trapped in this dream scared to wake up I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture Streets are filled wit goons and bloody niggas I seen my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach Caught him off-guard, foldin his hundred It's like a life never ends, never know when it's comin [Trigga] Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses violent Live from medalion, ?nometry? dealin equality You could stop to see profiles of me Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me Parallel prophecy, three-sixty degree Complete the formation, salute the salvation A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin No misbehavin, lyrical affiliation Artist in occupation together maintainin Brain stainin, metaphor mutilatin This generation, a misleading calculation No elevation, time wastin and live chasin [Prodigal Sunn] A day and night crime scene, livin in the time machine Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some green Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and bloody heist It's a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price In this hell puzzle filled wit bitches, money and trouble Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy fuckin up the hustle It's a struggle, in jungle wit sin we fondle men Plus a prison, ain't no division and no religion And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical Stash phenomenal, blast at your abdominal Niggas is comical, fuckin wit the abominal Son, I promise you, you won't live to see tomorrow Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo (Let's mark that ass nigga) Chorus 3x Luminal[Intro: GZA] This is a tale of a town with the population Of approximately two thousand people A small close-knit community where crime And murder were virtually unheard of Where front doors were always left unlocked A place where mayhem only happens in your wildest dreams [Verse 1] For some, the sun will never come out tomorrow Like those in this heart-pounding tale of random horror Of a body count, after trashin' it, they done with it Victims inflicted with passionate punishment Specific offers of horrific torture That left crime scenes, that retired law enforcers His ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down Shot him while gagged and bound, kept the whole town Shocked, with they doors locked, fire arms cocked Major roads blocked, no one knows when he knocks As a kid he killed three pets of an attorney So his childhood passion became a lifelong journey Grew into a world of destruction, abduction Left many body parts flowin' on the Hudson Whether fountain or ditch, after the ride you hitched Screams was high pitched from scars you can't stitch Mutilated and decapitated, white-collar chicks Just from his involvement in local politics His outfit stained with the blood of the slain While his backyard full of skeletal remains His goal in life, was preparation for death An autopsy showed asphyxiation, loss of breath Was it his fascination, for strangulation The lynchings in the 20's was his inspiration Unspeakable acts that made front page Motivated by an unexplainable rage [Interlude: samples] "A suspected killer plaguing this community Has once again eluded police and detectives" "We have no leads, no photos, no suspects" "This nameless, faceless murderer Has killed a couple, execution style, in their own home Smashed a 12-year old Little League ball player skull, with a baseball bat" "We have no leads, no photos, no suspects" [Verse 2] The State psychologist, forensic pathologist Warned the detective to search beyond the obvious They ruled out the possibility that the killer be Physically fit with athletic ability Talley and murder, on his agenda There was no word in his code for "surrender" So when the headlines had announced the arrest, the repercussion Was his trial became a lightning rod for discussion Compellin' evidence, statements from residents Validated guilt as he maintained his innocence From the hair to the fiber, broke the bondage wire The stains on the carpet consisted with saliva DNA directly linked to the psycho Luminal made it glow, was test to Type 0 For many years, a lot of murders went unsolved A lot of blood resolve as guns still revolve The bullets had names that made the frames shatter Most savage massacre that made the brains scatter Detectives astounded by the scope of the crime Made a hard discovery from one of many signs While questionin' a man he picked up on a scanner He reacted in a loud and agitated matter And once they tried to read him his rights He turned cold as ice Words from a Genius* slight variation between the original and the re-release in song title [Intro] One two one two check one two The Genius in the place to be [Verse 1] I make the mic pump my mic makes the party jump And poison beats make hip-hoppers stomp Their feet kinda wild, to give off sparks But I'll still light it up when the place is pitch dark Now that you witnessed me this get this correct, rap wreck When I'm speaking it's the God projecting Facts into brains of those unaware Now you're facing the truth in the square Biters like biting, then yo you should chew this Your man wants to beef, then we can do this Then when it's time for you to face the God I'll be giving you the whole nine yards With lyrics that breaks the laws of gravity So sweet to biters it gives them cavities And can't be healed from the strongest toothpaste So keep biting to see how the truth taste You need guidance and self-assistance Cause you lack the training to go the distance But I'll rhyme, to the fullest length And this is just a fraction of the strength [Hook] Of the Genius Words from a Genius [Verse 2] I'll never sweat an MC then say I wanna be him Cause he makes a hit records and flips a coliseum I learn to lead myself, not be a follower I'm not a biter, stupid rhyme swallower I created something funky fresh funky new Brothers started playing monkey see and monkey do Should I explain hip-hop, okay I love it Simple definition but ya still don't know the half of it All I need is a mic, a beat, then I'll step free And flip like I'm bugging off Bacardi and Pepsi Dancers on stage like Alvin Ailey While I'm deep into the roots like Alex Haley You wanna try me, and be worn and torn Step forward, I'll get on and start to born A pumpin self explanator rap Make a sucker MC like you clap Your hands, while you clap the sound's intact You react like an infant response to Similac Or then again, could have been Enfamil But for your information the rhyme is real MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder Tell you the truth it's just One Nation Under A Groove, getting down for the funk of it Like Fred Sanford in the business for the junk of it When I'm premitted to break down a poem I'm like knotty hair rippin out teeth from a comb One by one so who you calling your troops on Ya couldn't even bust a grape, with spike boots on Biters are crooks and try to steal the stage I read em like books, flip em and turn the page I'm The Genius, you're living in deep fear Go home and write and come try me next year With stacks of rhymes or you'll be feelin ill troop You being stuck in the ice cream and didn't know the scoop [Hook (2x)] [Verse 3] Some say The Genius, has a style of his own And his hands are like Vice-Grips holdin a microphone Flowin smooth, with rhymes that are rough Because I can't get enough So I practice not what I preach but what I teach In which the critics say is improper speech But it's proper, only to those who understand Why I walk on stage with a mic in my hand As brothers look on, label me as a psycho Just because I'll jump on stage and grab a micro-phone From a so-called said to be MC Who admires me with jealousy and envy My rhymes are delivered with style and potential Words are flowin smoothly in a sequential Order, revealin hidden tape recorders Stuffed inside pockets and those I'll slaughter But I don't get upset, when you bite and steal I go home and write some ill Stacks of poetry, page after page Imagining the scen-ery onstage I catch flash-backs of the seminar As I crush the dreams of a wannabe star Self-explanatory words are shifted In a unbitten style cause I'm gifted And talented, with the lyrical ability Bound to fuck up a hip-hop facility Damaging MC's who dare to enter The center, then challenge the inventor Of an impartial rhymin status Followed a relevant apparatus The way I come off on the mic is attractive I can make a quadriplegic hyperactive With lyrics of friction causing mics to spark My style couldn't be bitten by a shark MC's don't understand the way I be bombin em Roll up and ask me what's the phenomenon First of all homeboy when I'm battlin I'm like a doctor shootin deadly insulin Into MC's like that of a syringe And dare you to seek for revenge [Hook (2x)] Groundbreaking[Verse 1: GZA] I'm in the schoolyard rhyming with my brother Jamel and Ra' Allah Vibe and took the beat, and imagining how far The sound travel at the turn of the volume It could shake the gravel, before we heard the loud boom It vibrated through the parking lot Shattered a few windshields, set off a sparking shot The local UPS cat, but we didn't stress that He had a slow leak, front tire almost flat I got a cousin think he slicker than the oil in the chain But I live in an arcade, surrounded by game He used to pass me bucks, trying gas me up He was a fast talker, and he kept a flashy cut From a spot that was on Malcolm X Boulevard Where this magician, wishing I would pull a card An optical illusion, and whose hands were quick But wasn't fast enough not to reveal his trick [Hook x2: GZA] Who be the first to set it off and just begun Turn up the heat until the track is done And we roll together as one Yes, I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one [Verse 2: GZA & Justice Kareem] Mass hysteria inside the cafeteria Not a food fight, but the news might beat your area Whether by word of mouth, or if you read about it Extra extra, they felt the need to shout it The drummer played the beat on the table His boy kicked a verse, like he was the first and I wasn't able More prepared to let off anything substantial If I had no rhymes and my planes was cancelled Picture that, before you give your bag and expose it Couldn't develop the color, wonder why he chosed it See less than the worst competition, to the point I only use one ear to listen Was it something I'm missing the food is getting cold The corners about to flake as soon as I flip the bowl See the rhyme ain't worth the lunch ticket Waste of time of mine plus the temp kicked it [Hook x2: GZA] Who be the first to set it off and just begun Turn up the heat until the track is done And we roll together as one Yes, I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one What Are Silly Girls Made Of[Hook] What are silly girls made of, made of What are silly girls made of A neck full of gold, material things huh That's what silly girls are made of [Verse 1] On a scale of one to ten, I seen a girl about a nine A slave of mental death, if only she was divine Walking down my ex-block, the block Monroe I said, peace to her, the girl said hello Well hell is low and the lowest you can go Is thirty-two degrees, below zero So I started to rain on this young girl's brain Causin her a great mass of physical pain She said, "Tit for tat, step off my bra strap No diamonds, no gold, you cannot get a rap." Then I said, "So what?", as I grabbed her butt She smiled for a while but her mouth kept shut The girl is eighteen, just birthed a child You're young in the brain and your thoughts are wild You're on welfare, yo but you don't care You say, "FTF is always there." Yes FTF meaning face-to-face The main headquarters of your local place Where you collect your bi-weekly pay To support the foolish habits you abuse every day [Hook] What are silly girls made of, made of What are silly girls made of "Yeah that's right, I'm juicin em, I'm juicin em dry!" Is that what silly girls are made of? [Verse 2] There has never been a dame in my entire life My girlie, my ex, my next or my wife There has never been one who tried to disrespect Especially a member of the opposite sex Yo bust it, there's somethin that I gotta let out But I don't want to be known as Ralph the Blabbermouth Silly girls, they think guys are soft But all they wanna do, is knock their boots off And just from obtaining the common sense You can tell that the girlies seem rather quite dense Other than dense, they play slightly bold But from the statements I made they could not uphold theyself They break down, and they start to cry and said "Oh! I don't believe this guy!" [Hook] Now what are silly girls made of, made of What are silly girls made of "It's all about the finances" "Forget the romance" Is that what silly girls are made of? What are silly girls made of, made of What are silly girls made of "Guys with cash" "can rock my big ass" Is that what silly girls are made of? [Verse 3] Silly girls on a strip, struttin back and forth Watchin cars, thinkin of G'n off Lookin for gentlemen, who they might swing And attitudes, like you can get anything You wear tight bodysuits under long coats But ain't satisfied until a pervert slice your throat You're young, you're dumb, and you used to be innocent When young, now take a look at what you've become A bloodsucker, trying to get all you can Out the pocket of the next girl's man Just to clothe yourself in gold and jewelry You wear tight jeans with attempts to lure me Into your web, cause you're livin like a spider And playin it off, like everything's Ore-Ida You come out late at night and roam the streets Like thiefs, stalkin a piece of flesh meat Is that what you do for a living get paid? C'mon, there's plenty of ways to get paid But instead of living the life that's clean and sturdy You'd rather go out and get your knees dirty [Hook] What are silly girls made of, made of What are silly girls made of "He better buy me some gold bamboozles" "And some Fendi too" Is that what silly girls are made of? What are silly girls made of, made of What are silly girls made of [Dialogue: Unidentified women] First of all, don't leave home without it Without what? The gold card I'm tryin to tell you now I don't lay on my back for free You know as they say If you want a good lay Ya gots ta pay [Outro: Unidentified women and man] Yo what's up gorgeous, what's your name? Baby let's talk about your assets first Alright baby, well let's go for a ride in my new car What kind of car you drivin baby? I got a new Yugo A Yugo? C'mere You go, get in your Yugo And get on out of here! Girlfriend, tell him about hisself I don't believe him, he got champagne thoughts and Bud Light money Bud Light money? A Yugo? A thirty-five hundred dollar car? And you stepping to this? I take only Benzes and better love Forget about the love it's all about the money So let's go put on our silk suits and step to the club tonight That's where it's at Yeah, money Path of Destruction[Verse 1] He was raised in a house, where he got scarce attention Twisted, yet methodical mind, not to mention Circus like atmosphere, story book upbringing Neighborhood full of married couples who loved swinging Preacher lived life, he spent it in the spotlight A teacher was his wife who was stabbed and shot twice They attended a church, where they both were active And a little bit of rope, he gave others attracted He rule with the iron hand, if the meal wasn't hot enough Then he'll swing the frying pan Heavy as the hammer of Thor You know he suffer from the consequences Of broken vowels and law A convicted felon for armed robbery At the time where he had sank into deep poverty Forsaken by his mother and father, Christ achieving the talent He attended the sheet on the path of destruction [Interlude: sample (GZA)] And these prisons held yesterdays juvenile delinquents Convicts who entered crime, even before they entered puberty (on the path of Destruction) They remember how old I was when I first got in trouble Me? Around nine, nah, six, seven [Verse 2] He ended up on the block with kid scooters and ice cream But in and out of foster homes, until he was 19 Stealing for food and didn't do for enjoyment At the time of lay off, shut down and unemployment He moved into a new world, to seek his fortune And suited himself to the times with extortions A hustle that was ruled by men and murder He earned enough for his daily bread and wanted to move further He knew no good, could come from such a sin Had issues as a kid, so he held it all within And he pursued the game so hotly, on a path of destruction Even though the road was rocky Very caught up in his own drive for dominance And to know that he would pay in the end was common sense Some say he had a long deserved death And then he felt relieved when they were told he left [Interlude: sample (GZA)] These young civilians move to an assault and battery Plus, mortal techniques, breaking and entering, burglary Purse snatching (on the path of destruction) Shoplifting, hand graffiti, crash and stolen property Possessing and distribution of narcotics Illegal possession of weapon, assaulting a police officer Larceny (on the path of destruction) Uncut Material[Hook: GZA] What you know about emceein? (I know a lot) Can you demonstrate something? (Why not?) I'm speaking about stacks, GZA (That's all I got) The raw un-cut material (That's all I drop) [GZA] The nucleus of hip hop, rap's hallmark They had a citywide effort to keep us in the dark To the new details, distant wisp of light Evidence of a terrifying threats on microphone Rhyme stone, numerous parts combine Strands of heavy metal form the steel arch design Fit together seamlessly, everlasting rap Heat-pressure generated by a blasted cap The chamber when ya rollin' the dice everything count Clan royalty where the loyalty is paramount Couldn't be more wrong prior to your pursuing When ya spoke of us, you understated the influence As I bury my motor-action, implode a fraction Of ya investigation when ya askin Aware about in ya suit and tie, cruising by The intrepid workmen that sharpen ya shooting eye [Hook 2x] [GZA] Like a child I have infinite patience when I write The victim's dental records showed they loved to bite The under like removed off a charged battery Someone had his ear stuffed wit the sweets of flattery A live wire, fired the shot in the booth It wasn't even in the shooting distance of truth Who broke the barrier causing mass hysteria? At the darkest hour in the most densed area In a stocking cap, undercover, while disguising I'm rapidly advancing our horizons This path of trade with the sharp blade, open to all across the globe They simply heard my call We hit up, the remote and primitive land Left walking reminders that saw it first-hand The music was a secure link we all think On the same page as holding the ink, now whatchu think? [Hook 2x] Columbian Ties[Hook: True Master] What goes around, comes around In his own iniquity he died, through columbian ties Fated back to the essence Still forced to learn a lesson All debts must be settled, no question [Verse 1: GZA] The echo from machine gun rounds simmers A fallen soldier, his gun hangs on his shoulders, lights get dimmer Key swinging back and forth on the ignition The stench is only part of the horrible condition As he waits for the smoke to clear, all he heard was the blast From the bomb, that kept ringing in his ear Along with gun bearing troops, fatigues and wearing boots From far away, whether night or day, you hear 'em shoot It's a very unforgiving and hostile environment Where military hardware is the only requirement A world where the deceased is just a thing of the past And each and every advance is more costly than the last A President's madness, responsible for losses Political forces, land littered with corpses Like the youth in the street, who gamble and gets scarred Even the troops in the field, bet it all on one card Some question their reason for being here Facing incredible odds and a recession that's so severe Raised in the shadow of a terrible loss And the atmosphere, even breathing air can cost A place where the majority is going for self With the agenda not far beyond, personal wealth It's like, either you eat, or you die from hunger Starving to death, until the coroner calls your number With no bread to bite or break from off the table The caskets had exceeded the number of cradles When it's dark, danger falls across the plateau Unmasking your deceit, in the streets that sat low These stomping grounds are known to bring misfortune Fueled by his obsessions, he murder for portions And died from of a misreable death, his final undoing His biggest downfall was from the people he left [Hook: True Master 2x] What goes around, comes around In his own iniquity he died, through columbian ties Fated back to the essence Still forced to learn a lesson All debts must be settled, no question Outro[Intro: La the Darkman] Yeah, killa, The GZA, La Live, yeah, what yo [Verse 1: La the Darkman] My clan is like USA the way we conquer Lay back, grow more chocolate than Willy Wonka Stomp ya, till your head bleed, your mouth bleed Running wit the heart of slave that's been freed Triple Darkness, wild like a killer from Spofford Heartless, trained to hit moving targets Profit, .357 cock it Kill you, leave you wit your money in your pocket My logic - money, bitches, land and lessons Allah blesses, me wit automatic weapons Scholastic, geographic, stay Jurassic Running through Medina wit the Glock plastic Rotten fruit, Black Je-sus, I got juice Darkman move swift as a mongoose [Verse 2: Timbo King] Yo, niggas caught plaque from biting off the platinum Dumb MCs caught the gum disease, ask them Who style they took, two wild rooks Tried to take a page when I'm the author of the book At twenty-seven years young, y'all some old timers I write wit invisible ink, y'all use eye liners Define rhymers, the question and the answer The DJ and the dancers, check Breaker, Breaker (Remix)[Verse 1: GZA] Come and get some, you want none Y'all niggas wanna bring it, get done Flashback, '88 rag type Volvo One court solo, slash for logo 200 hyenas roam the arena Schemin on a truck Chevy, quick to rush every Criminal mental, satanic pen pal Wild style on your wax for ten thou' Most notable, Hip Hop quotable See many went, only one got a show to do Floor soakin wet with the drinks and dance sweat Tell me which click got the deadliest handset I make the mic pump, force make your feet stomp Murderous beats move like rope for you to jump And the two-inch, tighten with the wool-wrench None qualifyin ass-niggas, the Jon Bentz Spend it real, 'nuff festivals on the grill Got a deal, no return with the Brook Shield [Chorus 2x: GZA] Breaker, Breaker 1-9, can't rhyme Y'all niggas wanna shine, get offline [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, I use and abuse all groups and crews I can't lose, straight up and down, I'm bad news Like the bears, we folks from under the stairs Pack a hand trigga, scared niggas don't dare From the rear, I smash through like a John Deer Plant a bomb in ya ear then disappear With a speed that'll reach mach five Niggas pop jive, that's why they on the opposite side Dick riders tryin to make their way inside Boy analyze, my camp be amplified Certified live, right before your third-eye Supply the mental high for the fiendish Thru the intervenus, see it like a wide-screen Zenith Got sweetness, wanna show me your cleavage Leave it to the specialist, leave your wig split Leavin no witness, it's a mean business We mean business, invest in cream Till my exit scene, I stay plottin on my next scheme [Masta Killa] Next scheme Blessed with the art to pierce and shoot dart I toke the bass, put your shovel to the Rebel Allah Just, embrace his face with the metal Danger, woman adore to the chamber Let this nigga run out wild with the banger Hip Hop socialize, enterprise, snubs in the club Twenty wizards, about 300 niggas inching your square Or could it be the armory? Fifty-two low hand, touch the ground Strike his knee, pass the heat to my man Windmill backhand bust your nose gland Mic stand, might crash a wild fan The Aqua, city of Atlantis, mantis, flying locusts Surround the oppose, a bomb only has one time to explode I blow and break and quake your whole state Throw the shit on DAT, and make me a fuckin tape [Chorus] Rough Cut[Intro: Armel] Uh-huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh [Armel] Listen, if ya'll can spit, we can spit, please get it together Cuz anything you can do, I can do better Your imagine material looks, hidin behind hooks Raise the fear, no one, but self, who's shook? Bring the plague like the revelations in the holy book Who's spot youse took? Duke off the hook! I'm from the land of the crook, life quick to end Better known as the Brook, rather take than lend There's a lot of wack records, but this ain't one of them DJ's off the books, go 'head put the gun at them All groupie M.C.'s, I'm bout to start stunnin' 'em Don't matter what crew, every last one of 'em It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow I bet a mil' my deal, my career with no fear That none of ya'll, duke, can touch what's over here [Hook: GZA] These rough cut metal tapes Quick to break your label mates, won't hesitate Negotiate your table stakes, you can't flow right Or fuck with me on no night Fuck the slow light, you need to get your show right [Prodigal Sunn] Yo Justice, how many M.C.'s must get pistol whipped? Crack faces with bottles of Crys', hollow tips gobble lips That's the penalty for poppin' that shit Vanish in a colorless whip, bags of grip Doo-rags and clips, tag the strip You had the chance to advance, I'm sorry for the holes in Your hip Son, It's the way of the street merchant, live by the laws Die by the rules My gleam play the part of a fool Now hear these jewels from a wise king, see what my eyes seen Ten year supreme, the theme, we sizzle-line and triple CREAM My grip'll off that digital bream, visual scene Roll footage on your video screen Globe patrol, Two On The Road, we never fold Snub react, GZA mack eliminate tracks Stimulate phat, Sunzini, nigga, gifted and black Now watch me mack to the kingdom of rap [12 O'Clock] Give me a beat, nigga dealin' battles like a thief Done killed more niggas than Jason in part 3 Stay Wu, own the graveyard and this label Dum dums, that battle 12 O'Clock, now it's able So what, looked up and made the bitches clap That was because my style's clothes, not the raps Ain't that shit, props for the clothing Should of brought a mirror, cuz lyric wasn't rollin' My rhymes is all that and yours ain't shit And at a party, your bitch takin' crazy flicks of me She said I was nigga celebrity But I'm from the slums, with the bums drinkin' Hennesey Take a sip of some Jamaican rum Put fire to my lung, tongue, teeth and gums When it comes out my mouth, shit's hot and it burns Make fools out of bitches like I'm Howard Stern [Hook 2X] Phony As Ya Wanna Be[Verse 1] When I hold a mic in my hand, it's devotion Then I began flowing in a smooth steady motion Cause I'm contented to know that I've invented Poetry which has been highly complimented Thus how I rhyme is what I feel on stage And from a fraction of a thought I can write a whole page I'll just pull a notebook from off the shelf And like Salt-N-Pepa I express myself To make most of you know me, and some of you don't But when it comes to cold challenging, I bet none of you won't Arrange a battle, improve your style Against a brother with a totally different profile Most of you flake cold front ya flex And hesitate on rhymes that should've been Memorex But you forgot I remember you're an amateur Mystery worshipper, now prefer ThatI remind you or tease ya on who's the boss Cause you suffer amnesia, that's memory loss Well get this just as quiet as it's kept MC's on the chart from the start has slept Let's shake them,wake them, they should be woke For what? They take MC'ing for a practical joke You don't have what it takes to be an MC Ya just as phony as ya wanna be [Verse 2] You present yourself to be the quiet storm You're a sneaky littlesnake in a devilish form But as they say, yo, to each its own And to each one who plays with a microphone Abbreviate microphone and M.I.C Meaning what, Myself, I, you see I invite those to battle me then they're through Bust it, i'mnot prejudiced you're invited too The rap convention or the MC show I have rhymes to block those who hit below The belt, that means biting a rhyme Yes, I'll wax you, tax you and plus save time Now who is known to uphold his own And words are heard like a strong baritone Freestyle techniques that's wild and bold That'll smile in your face and still come so cold That I'll freeze you to the point of non-defrost Now you're trapped in the Land Of The Lost Should I, could I, would I lose When it's a selfish sore loser like you I choose To roll your big eyes and suck your buck teeth Because you're upset that you ever caused beef Yo homeboy, I never meant to tease But it's a slaughter, can someone help him please Feeling uncomfortable, then loosen your belt Once The Genius gets heated up, suckers will melt Then after ya melt, ya start dripping like water Then you can say this was a Goddamn slaughter You don't have what it takes to be an MC Ya just phony as ya wanna be [Verse 3] Ain't no rhymes like the one I got They put competitors in a trance, y'all Radio stations ran them a lot They made children play and dance y'all How dare ya mention you're an MC When the crowd disagrees on who you claim to be Cause your battle piece are the rhymes you release And that only make the crowd boos increase Hey, may I say I'll slay a DJ MC who try to defeat me or portray One who claims he gain much respect But in a battle, straight up and down ya getting wrecked 'Cause getting with me is definitely a slaughter Or diving in a pool headfirst without water So don't set yourself up to get brutalized That only happens when you're not energized But I'm so damn energized, I'm energetic That I can wreck a microphone 'til it's pathetic Oka, got it in your head, correct That I'm victorious on any subject You disbelieve, then huh, call the title Then after one rhyme, you'll be calling me your idol It's like..zap...another one on my jockstrap Now you walk around praising my name Cause I'm slamming and I make you feel the pain You don't have what it takes to be an MC Ya just phony as ya wanna be True Fresh M.C.[Hook] I rock the mic at any party And in the place to be I'm a true, true fresh MC I'm a true fresh MC [Verse 1] I work real hard to achieve my goal From building and bringing out my true inner soul Which was once on a downfall and then uplifted So why live life foul when you're talented and gifted I've changed, rearranged my total direction Searchin' for happiness, seeking for perfection Living the true life, a real story To make you realize the truth, not scream Glory Glory, hallelujah, not here to fool ya But to replenish your souls as I school ya With a greeting of Purified Education Always Correcting Errors which stops the temptation Of you doing wrong singing the same sad song Renewing bad histories for how long A long, long time ago Going for mind made The Genius a pro And as you see who I be I be The Genius and I'm a true M.C [Hook] Now who rocks the mic at any party And in the place to be Yo we have a Genius, a true fresh MC A true fresh MC [Verse 2] Brothers need to study some lessons They are the blessings to keep you from guessing The questions that is asked by the seeker Put on the beat and let me born it through the speaker Peace, a lot of MC's like to say it And some that advocate it they just spray it Out and scream and shout, beyond the shadow of a doubt They don't know what it's about Just to keep you informed with the significance How can I prove this through true evidence Some make me laugh, think they droppin' math Show and prove is a difficult path In the five percent, I am the live percent Those who perpetrate are the jive percent I be the universal, the Biochemical Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head is the physical That keeps rhymin' until it's unbearable No individual is comparable You have a problem inform the technician But he's not dealing with those of superstition Those who like dealing with it superstitiously Cross your fingers when you steppin' to me I don't need beefs and problems, riffs and static Debates and arguments, that's not dramatic I need action, it speaks louder than a word Especially when the word is loud and unheard Word is what? My word is bond, your word is bull' Now it's your card I'm gonna pull [Hook] Now who rocks the mic at any party And in the place to be Yo we have a Genius, a true fresh MC A true fresh MC Superfreak[Verse 1] I hopped on the train and cold clocked a chick Who looked good as hell but she appeared to be sick I would say she had to look as if she swallowed a worm Then again she could've swallowed several ounces of sperm Giving me the eye as if I was the right antidote So I decided to swing a smooth episode While the train stopped at Grand Central turn Before I knew her name I was massaging her perm I said, "My you look drunk, have you been drinking alcohol? You got a fever here's an Extra Strength Tylenol" She said, "Great a comedian, comic" She leaned on me, I said, "Please don't vomit!" She said, "I'm not I just need some rest" I said, "A few more stops, The Genius house is best" Got to my rest, her whole attitude change But deep inside, she seemed sexually strange Went in the room and she flopped on the bed With wild-ass thoughts inside her headachish head I went in the kitchen to prepare some food When I came back in she was completely nude I know it sounds weak but believe it or not That the fever in her head ran straight to her twat She was burning! Burning up out It took more, than firemen, to put that out And yo, I was hard, just as hard as a rock That I can hit a home run, with my cock She said, "Let me show you what we do uptown I huff and I puff till I blow your balls down" Wild as a wolf from off Wilderness Ave She said, "My what a great big ahhh! you have" I started dripping and dripping in consecutive terms I know we must save water but that does not include sperm [Verse 2] Did you ever know a girlie who just loves to switch From a part-time lover to a part-time bitch While she's loving part-time, she's riding on mine She says, "I love you long as you keep making me feel fine!" In her behind, vagina, or heated climax That I would sew, control, finger then wax Now she's swingin so low, yo, she flex like wrecks Cuz she can set records on oral sex There's no lie what I said, she lives in the bed If she got married, she'd be a worn-out newlywed And if she heard these words yo she would not cry Because sperm, the only damn tears in her eye Her drip-drop face is the one I painted Just stared in her eyes while she damn near fainted As she choked, goggled, then spit-up 'Cause cream was flowing all over her cup On the bathroom floor 'cause her parents were home And I just couldn't tolerate her moans and groans "Genius, oh Genius, oh rock me so hard! 'Cause I don't want to stop, I love you God!" But there's one thing she could never erase That the thing she really wanted just sprayed in her face So she regret, she ever swung low before But this little hot bitch comes swinging for more It used to be one, now it's five fingers of death That rips her insides, as she gasp for breath To say, "I love you! I love you! Forever so! I'm getting hot, getting hot, let me blow, let me blow" What she thought was love, turned out to be lust That made her live by the laws, in sex we trust Chasing Dreams[singer] Chase your dreams... [R.Report] It's the R-O-B [E.Tualo] Rob Report [R.Report] with GZA [E.Tualo] and Esera Tualo [R.Report] Yeah, yeah, Genius... [singer] Dreams... chase your dreams [R.Report] Diamond Willie, Mega Raw [E. Tualo] Back to reality Genius, one time, yo [GZA] Yo, in these dark streets, life is never complete Lords escape from those who strictly Play IV Keeps Neighborhood; poverty stricten Spin and Tell like Charles Dickens The witnesses are sickening I seen some aquitted with the wildest crime commited While my brother faced life and never did it Even in High Tide, they throwing brothers off the boat In the streets, without a vest, it's hard to stay a-float She wrote a note, before she *sliced her throat* Couldn't live without her son, who was killed for his coat I closely examined, physical branden Witnessed myself standing in a land struck with famine Multiple homocides from atomic wars The aftermath, poison in lakes and reseviors Thoughts spin, I narrowly escaped Hell's Gate But only in the physical state Chorus: singer I knew a girl who wanted to live The Fast Life (You're living too fast, baby) Now the pain cuts like a knife (You're living trife) Chasing her dreams instead of reality She lost her way And nowhere can save her from the danger Until she finds her way in Heaven [Rob Report] GZA, I got a similar story to tell 'bout the teenage adolescence of this kid named Will An ex-coroner played the {*censored*} {*censored*} Young black and hispanic kids be stressed over React against the world with rude behavior In this present year My search for hunger and ambition is crystal clear While my young brothers seem to chase dreams I be gunning down my wildest fantasies [Esera Tualo] I be escaping fiends, making cream Ill kids tried to stick me for the green Seen things that'll make your head spin Instead *fuckin* stairways to Heaven make my eyes sparkly like a gem Where your heart has been? Confiscated by the dark [R.Report] shorty use a *gun* and spark Now we's in the street with the heat taking life apart Seventeen years old, drama unfolds Missing You like Puffy and Sting, now let them names ring Chorus {2X} [Esera Tualo & Rob Report] Chasing dreams for the cash and cream It seems some of us are fiends For them luxery things, supreme sting Losing lives while we out for the green Stairs to Heaven shine like they diamond rings [singer] Chase your dreams, don't get lost in reality Cause your dreams will be your savior And take you all the way to Heaven Chorus [Esera Tualo] Nothing can save you baby Those Were the Days[Verse 1] Those were the days, back in Junior High For an 8th grader, my style was kinda fly And just to prove I was an MC Pro I often sponsored a classroom show And the hype part of my imagination Was making my homeroom a hip-hop station Minutes before the late bell would ring I would greet the audience and then I'll swing A lyric or two as the students barked (woof, woof, woof) 'cause my rhymes had sparked Off something causing the class to mingle To a rhythm which is now a 12" single Letting off many styles of hip-hop Holding the mic that I made in woodshop Forget gold, my key chain was a cable Two math textbooks were turntables And for a mixer, something much cooler A penny being cross-faded on a ruler Measuring dope beats that were flexed From hands that played a drum roll on a desk From my homegirl, her name, fly as Emory (peck sound) sweet memory I remember sitting in my art class Drawing up lyrics kinda fast The outcome, a masterpiece Live shows with hyped up rhymes released As if lyrics were flowing from the heavens above I'll grab a mic and provoke a push to a shove From boys and girls who broke necks to see The lyrical G.O.D [Chorus] Those were the days [Verse 2] Now it's high school, lunch room's the scene And I'm ready to flip the routine In the cafeteria, period three And here I come with the JVC I go in my pocket and pull out a mic Plug it in, check one-two... alright Now who wanna show and prove their MC skills? A brother stepped forward and tried to get ill But when it came time to live out his name He kicked rhymes that all sounded the same But I did him in with a matter of time And he was done with one victorious rhyme He was shocked because he knew he was rocked Along with his classmates from off his block YO!, I'm telling you, I flipped his whole crew One against one or one against two Or three or four brothers who swore they can rhyme Battled me and got taken out every time From my style and my dope profile The period of time that I rocked for a while As a motivated, dominated supreme force Cultivated, activated cream and source The wise educated and born to be The one who would flip an MC [Chorus] Those were the days Cold World (RZA Mix)[Chorus: D'Angelo] Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down In this cold, cold world Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo [Verse 1: GZA] It was the night before New Year’s And all through the fucking projects Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight Fuck blue and white They escape before them flash the fucking lights Gunshots, shatter first-floor window panes Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless Links was snatched off necks, left scars on throats Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats Against those who felt the cold from the steel made ‘em fold And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmers And it’s bugged how some niggas catch slugs And pockets dug from everything except check stubs And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas laying on roof tops For his cream he stashed in a shoebox But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers You don’t suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae Increase the murder rate Similar to hitmen who pull out TECs and then Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican Rapid, like recipients cashing checks again Back to the motherfucking spot on Lexington [Chorus: D'Angelo] Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down In this cold, cold world They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down In this cold, cold world [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo; no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs And seize packages and pocket the currency Cliques control strips full clips are sprayed Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay Madness strikes at twelve o’clock midnight Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash Jakes on my ass young bucks is learning fast Three-Fifteen-Sevens and Forty-Fours Bought inside corner stores, provide sparks for wars Hospital floors surrounded by the law Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team ‘Cause niggas’ main concern is C.R.E.A.M Some niggas in the jet-black Galant Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont I thought he was dead but instead he missed the kid And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast ‘Cause the crime boss is passing off cash Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef Having followers of Indians trying to play Chief You witness the saga, casualties and drama Life is a script; I’m not an actor but the author Of a modern-day opera, where the main character Is presidential papers, the dominant factor [Chorus: D'Angelo] Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down In this cold, cold world They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down In this cold, cold world Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo [Outro] Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo The Genius is Slammin’[Verse 1] What I'm about to flow on is so dope The average hip hop fiend couldn't cope Or explain my style because it's hard to define So the fiend scratch and think and nod to the rhyme That I lay down in a straight narrow path While beats are just flowin' off a modern phonograph Bass loud, high hats crisp and clear That'll never let a weak MC interfere Or bring about some technical difficulties So I got prepared and I wrote these Rhymes That just broke loose from the brain Searching for dope beats on the same plane For you to write new rhymes it is a must But I come off with rhymes old as dust Even as a speck of dust it existed Ya got that? Forget it, ya missed it [Hook] I'm slammin' The Genius is slammin' [Verse 2] You flip me on the mic, no way That's like me being played in April on the 1st day Now who's a fool? What do you strive for? Prime time juice on the box and fans galore Forget it, 'cause you're not hype as they want you With a maximum of 200 your rhymin' IQ Is 10, meaning thin, you'll never win So erase that, I'm not gonna lose friend I know you're gassed, ya charged, and kinda stuck up But I define your challenge, a total fuck up And it's critical, a crying shame How MC's challenge me and die in vain But you should've came with ya whole rap Community, now where's your unity Cause what I see right now is you and I And you're too weak to stop me from doin' my Damage, you know, type of body and fender NAH!, not the same way I did Brenda But you had the audacity to step to me Thinking you was Butch Cassidy and you could do me How can you do me when you don't know me And out of the hip hop styles ya couldn't show me One style that may have damaged me But that's something you'll never see [Hook] [Verse 3] M.C. means mic constructor I build That have suckers running like what track and field When I conduct please don't interrupt With ya if's or and's or but's keep ya mouth shut The hip hop style that I own is highly known To bury MC's like a dog bury bones And in this field, yo, I'm extraordinary And in my backyard there's a cemetery Of meek MC's who try to speak And off-peak technique that's soft and very weak Yet they still have the heart to ask me to duel And like Mr. T, I pity the fool The shining chrome microphone is the device That makes me stand out like men amongst mice So respond to the stimuli then fly Straight to the sky on a natural high Cause I'm the transmitter buck wild and bitter Thinking about trying me? Then reconsider Cause if it sounds tempting boy, I'll Double Dare you And speaking of your low life, I won't spare you Cause you're not worthy of the mercy Anyway The Genius is just bloodthirsty So take a lickin' as the plot thickens While ya head is took, ya be pumping like a chicken How can you ever say my style was played When my rhymes be chopping shit like a switchblade [Hook] Feel the Pain[Verse 1] Yes, yes y'all I feel I'm a threat to high-powered MCs 'Cause when I roll up on their live shows they kinda freeze From being approached by the Genius of rap Whose poetry makes hands on a clock clap You see, I be coming with strong rhymes galore That even a stubborn MC can't ignore That trying to defeat me brings about danger Like a child speaking to a stranger Soft MCs, I see more and more With an ancient style, the prehistoric bore Yes, they scream and roar 'til your throat get sore Now you're running to the neighborhood drug store To buy the cough drop, for what? The wrong hip hop Now you swear you're on the good ship lollipop But it's a sweet trip to the candy shop Blaow! Now it's a six foot drop For stealin' rhymes which is incorrect Biting was the cause, death was the effect 'Cause the action affects the reaction There's more like you, yo, you just the fraction Of those who speak on how others are weak You wanna sneak peek of the hype technique? Don't make me run up and start flipping like I'm insane Or you'll feel the pain [Hook] You'll feel the pain Feel the pain Feel the pain [Verse 2] I appreciate your compliments of my creation Your standing up followed by your standing ovation Your kindliness to listen to the true MC Those who know me make me number one 'cause they agree I rock on and on past the break of the dawn Ask Rakeem, Unique Ason or even Melquan 'Cause I be flowing, at the same time showing Hard headed individuals who don't be knowing That I wrecked it, 'cause my style is perfected And injected into a dope beat selected By who? Easy Mo Bee, the engineer But don't forget the hypest in the Northern Hemisphere The G, the- the G, the- the Genius From Earth, not Mercury or Venus Or Mars, 'cause then I'll be a Martian But even in that world I'll still be squashin' Brothers who feel they have the heart To battle me, then I'll just rip them apart Don't make me run up and start flippin' like I'm insane 'Cause you'll feel the pain [Hook] You'll feel the pain Feel the pain Feel the pain Living FoulSuch a shame, such a shame Critical... [Verse 1] You're living foul, things are getting wild It's difficult to raise a child Cause growin up in a lost environment Every day becomes a new experiment Now we are faced with problems But if we come together we can solve them Before we start to solving, here's a sample Who's coming foward to set the example Inflation, starvation Surviving takes a strong nation Those who like to bring about static Be aware of the true Asiatic What you see was predicted before We were already warned of this bloody drug war Wherever you sell it wherever you go Ya still being clocked by the cops, ya know You're paid by the hours, they see time flies While your brain's being showered by a bunch of lies You say I'm no slave where's the lock and chain Hmmm, on your ignorant brain Skip to ya loo with your High Pro Glow Ya not stim off life, ya stimulated off blow Or the new improved, ask beaming Jack Criza, criza, crack [Hook] You're living foul, living foul [Verse 2] My people you were forced then brought Stripped from your jewels brainwashed and then taught To hate, deceive and dislike each other Separating themselves, you're not my brother Sit up at home for a mystery Face-valuing things that you can't see Can't taste can't smell, hear or feel But senses prove everything is real I'm here to present a positive way If strong you'll accord if weak you'll stray Drug users are stuck in the mud Another 20th century modern day chud These cannibal humanoid undernourished dwellers Just took your check to the heroin cellar Dope addicts, that walk and roam Might have Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome AIDS, doesn't come from me Cause I've studied and learned my history It had to be something evil to bring that about This is showing and proving beyond a shadow of a doubt [Hook] You're living foul, living foul [Verse 3] When you wake up, to a brand new day And you think about your salary or your pay You think of negative things, should I get involved Caught in crime, serving time, that's problems to solve So you think about it, say that you must quit Smoke a blunt, then you do the same old shhhh And while ya high you don't truly know why You spent your cash so that you can buy Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah) A fifty cent Philly so the herb can be Rolled up modern style to what we call a blunt Know the facts is true don't try to front Or stray away from the positive message in the song That's only showing and proving you're not strong And the strong is what we need today Why? They go the opposite way of living foul [Hook] You're living foul [Verse 4] The words right now flowing off my tongue Is for the old, the young, the one's that's strong Those who are worshippers of diamonds and gold You should not be bought and you should not be sold Those who always want but does not need Is slightly controlled by the hands of greed If you rob, steal, backstab, and abduct Sooner or later you will self-destruct [Hook] You're living foul Who’s Your Rhymin’ Hero[Intro] Who's your rhymin' hero [Verse 1] I use lyrics versatile, beat up, on any style Treat em like stepchilds and smile I grab the mic then I check one-two Brothers look, "yo what he's gonna do" Hmm, you know I don't get too hyped I just fully load up the brain and cock the mic And blast off rhymes, within a matter of time I'm like a mirror of organized crime For slaying an MC who think that he might be The first brother who could come up and fight me Start running like you're looking for P.C Protective... custody Cuz I'm blowing off, just for going off You may think I'm showing off, cuz every rhyme is flowing off A dope beat that is so sweet to the eardrum Gets the crowd prepared to hear some Super, high-powered lyrics, specially chosen The battle's a snowstorm and brothers are frozen Thirty-two degrees below zero [Hook] Now who's your rhymin' hero (3X) [Verse 2] The Genius, is a rap professor Casual dresser, you may dress fresher But the way I speak is so poetic Describe me on the mic, I'm energetic Even if you roll up strapped with an uzi Still your wack lyrics couldn't [Do Me!!] Yo, I'm not the type of guy Cuz my lyrics are high powered, meaning fly I'm not barn, I'm building hard You thought that I was weak, well let me speak With me being frozen this MC weather come to All linked together See I got wreck, wrapping things in check You got germs, worms, plus a lack of respect I'll be teachin, you couldn't handle A style like mine, I dismantle Just by pickin up the mic, and start showin I cold turn it out, and yo then I get super serious strong and then furious Give an MC something to make them curious On, professors, in college I stomp em out just with supreme knowledge Bustin up witches, yo I give stitches Super-suckin-fuckin-lickin-some-sexy-scali bitches I go off, and off men often See the December's Primatene Mist coughin Cuz I'm the God building hard never barred Bringin crazy static to your attic Now I'm known to flip a show [Hook] Now who's your rhyming hero (4X) [Verse 3] You have some MC's who get too hyped From a ten-word rhyme it took em hours to type That's not MCing, just an MC being Weak on his words and never thinkin bout freeing Positive thoughts that I let come out I'm The Genius of this, I know what it's about Cuz on the mic I'm a leader, school I am a reader When it comes to sex, a strong good breeder MC's max but every one I wax And collect the cash money without being taxed Now that I have your attention, I'd like to mention Don't battle me at any rap convention If so I'll show all who wants to know To determine who's an amateur and who is a pro Don't mean to get ill, cuz I know how you feel You lack words like mines, talent and skill Now I'm known to flip a show [Hook] Now who's your rhyming hero (4X) Interlude[GZA] I've seen a kid One night out at the spot He had a Wu-Tang logo on his face And just... a tattoo THIS big And a whole bunch of other shit carved on it You don't see that often, I mean I mean I've never seen a, G-Unit logo On someone's face, or arm, or... Y'know; not sayin that there isn't But umm... I would say it's sort of like a cult following Y'know but we're just regular people I mean, I look I look at myself as a regular person Intromental[Instrumental] Intro (Beneath the Surface)[Intro] As untold truths threaten our existence And reality is cloaked with images of corruption In the depths of the cavern of the mind comes another jewel From the man who brought you "Liquid Swords" The director of "Shadowboxin'", "4th Chamber" and "Cold World" He now takes you "Beneath the Surface" DramaTalkin bout drama I met a young brother, how young about eight He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight I greeted him, and struck a conversation To see if the youngster had some self-motivation Peace brother, what's your name, and how ya be He said I be soon coming off the currency I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man's brother Who has a condo he shares with his baby's mother He said a condo beats my apartment With no lights and no gas and much backed up rent No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats That'll eat up the average alleycat He said yeah boy, now that's poverty I said word, I know and it bothers me 'Cause we are the victims, of a situation How wicked man, separated A nation and got us cold-killin off one another (Word-word, to the mother) It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than July Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very high For example, in my neighborhood, it's so hot I'm often woke up from the alarming sound of a shot So I'm thinking what, is my neighborhood a trap Could this be the place marked X on the map? Now I'm spotted like a target, in the shooting gallery So I start to seek for a better salary So I can escape from where, from this ghetto life area 'Cause every day you're getting scarier *blam blam* and scarier and scarier Causing mass hysteria, it's drama Talkin bout drama Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless 'Cause I can see that they suffer from a long list From not having shelter, and out on the street Without a job and days without a bite to eat Yo I feel for those, but here's another side About some more people that's living on the outside Because of the fact that they chose the wrong way And it took em on a trip for a long day Got to the point you started stealing from your house Stalking the rooms late at night like a mouse Your family's upset and you've got to go When it's five below and we're expecting snow And then you're on the train with a cup in your hand Kicking dirt, and making it look like sand Then after you run that game for a while You start sucking up tokens from out the turnstile Are you that desperate, just to get a hit Is it so effective that you won't quit, and yo Why do you come to me crying the blues? About you can't get a job, well, go sell some street news Then you can get straight and be real But you'd rather rob and steal And that's drama Talkin bout drama Not wonderama But I'm talkin bout drama Hear what I'm sayin? I'm not talkin bout your mama Nahhhh, but I'm talkin bout drama Shaolin fist versus the Lama Talkin bout drama Planetary Energy[Verse 1] We invaded Mars in parachutes Size of Colosseums Scale had to find the attributes Whispers of space left over From the moment of creation, down to the deaths of supernovas A million light years away The thermometer Much differently like our neighbor The Andromeda Hydrogen gas cooled down and started forming Clusters of stars that we begin swarming Start a chemical chain and read it like a clock And, if you can tell time, it's a beautiful thing to watch By measuring the brightness of a star According to the hydrogen burning in the core, you see the lightness I am made up of layers, extreme pressure Tectonic activity from such conveyors A big ball of melted metal 99% percent of the planet explored on such a level [Hook] Ignition sequence starts Ignition sequence starts Ignition sequence starts [Verse 2] The dark like a rocket, many miles per hour Global warming threatening MCs for power Strictly hell fire, the ice caps melt Oxygen, water, and food for thought is dealt Space is so vast like a puck on ice I glide across the track and never think twice A little energy goes a long way Electrically-charged, I move so fast, a year is one day Deep-space quest to leave Earth Away from the force that has shaped up all our lives since birth Without Hip-Hop I'm like a fish out of water Flappin' instead of rappin' and my days are shorter The absence of sound weakens my muscles The beauty of the divine art makes me hustle Delivering hell storms of rap articles Well-planned, detailed, intricate, methodical [Hook] Ignition sequence starts Ignition sequence starts Ignition sequence starts Ignition sequence starts Ignition sequence starts Ignition sequence starts [Outro] Six, five, four, three, two, one, zero All engines running Permit liftoff We have liftoff at 11:22AM Eastern Standard Time Crash Your Crew (Video Version)[Intro: RZA, (GZA)] Hey yo; turn my shit up son too No doubt (know exactly what you talking about) Do-do yo (You know?) [Chorus x4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm gonna crash ya crew, I'm gonna crash you too [Verse 1: GZA] Let's drink wine from the purest grapevine and rhyme Out my motherfucking mind Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line Catch juice from the lamp pole Fifteen twenty-inch woofers blow the manhole Made the street crack, massive feedback Allah Math spin the beat back The crowd look while the stage shook Carpenters made errors Craftsmen had his head severed Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tons of snow Wrote this rhyme in video, verbal assassin Blasting, exploit your break through explosively Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously Gain control, optimize the input channel I set it relatively high for those on a panel CD with the durable long-life cover Very similar to no other I seen a million try to set afloat, thousands that show Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow But one individual they forgot to frisk so Now his pursuit is not without risk A special no thanks for being flank While journalists stay running in front of tanks Flew out first class, came back, closed task Rough path surfaces, no math Military campaign, bust shots, cause inflammation of the brain Beat Crazy Eddie insane Feel the pain, niggas reign [Chorus x8: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm gonna crash ya crew, I'm gonna crash you too [Verse 2: Hell Razah] Make sure you got your helmet on and strap it on tight Via satellite, I crash like Roswell, landed in a poverty hell El Israel, sipping cocktails, then we build like hammers and nails Verbal carpentry, rap getting rocked in road cells Economically, I give lobotomies, stay high off the finest weed Form a colony off the words I prophecy Brain damage you, crash your crew like Norfolk lawsuits Mayday, pull out your parachute, check the parables Drunk off the Absolute, get off my avenue Drove you over like the bulldozer Tell your cap'(tain) to train war soldiers Your whole camp get the cold shoulder [Chorus x8: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm gonna crash ya crew, I'm gonna crash you too Stop the Nonsense[Verse 1] I see youngsters, y'know, teenagers Walking around with beepers and pagers And who's beeping them? Oh it's the boss Making sure no one is taking a loss On his multi-thousand dollar operation But how does he thank them for their participation Whatever the pay, it's still not enough Cause what they got into is some serious stuff Hours a day back and forth on the strip Sending customers far on a trip And this roots of all evil brings about war Cause you wanna open up another crack store Children can't play in the parks and things Because a stray bullet might be headed for the swings You never though about that, oh I guess not All you thought about was owning your own spot To putting more and more people to sleep But ya heading for a pothole six feet deep You see the problem has gotten more serious And the community is getting more furious Get it deep in your head I told you so It goes way beyond just saying no Stop the nonsense [Verse 2] Remember Steve with the blue Jag? They found him cut up and stuffed in a bag He had his own operation uptown And there was plenty other drug dealers he would cut down In other words, he was living foul Shootin up neighborhoods acting wild He said he had to protect his drug trade Which we manufactured throughout arcades He made sure his enemies felt the pain Whoever he felt was a threat, got slain Like Donna, who was only sixteen And she was employed on another drug scene She try to set up a hit on Steve But he sliced her throat until she could not breathe This is what happens when you deal You don't care on who you got to kill I might walk outside and get shot Because I live next door to a drug spot And I don't need this stuff in my vicinity Of me being shot for mistaken identity This is the stuff that Steve was on Now he's dead long and gone With his old nonsense Intermission (Drive In Movie)[Instrumental] Destruction of a Guard (Remix)[Chorus: Raekwon] POP POP POP, when it shots, whose to blame? Three get dropped and removed from the game One get knocked, now his whole life is changed Cuz he's so far from freeing the world, that seem strange [GZA] I come from a place where they say, death comes too soon Where the hoods on the block, dance to a different tune Every night and every day, hotels of foul play Turns fatal, when this hostile land of AK's On any date, not wait to pump them rounds The reminder; it's a murderer stomping ground With one less witness, gunned down in the staircase Who had led his crew, but he was moving at a snail's pace Many suspects, many possible motives Just kept coming with unstoppable explosives The weak fold in these most extreme conditions While the rivals quickly strengthen their position The mission was to move in, with sheer brute force And lives, they get lost, on a collision course The streets are fascinating, so they gotta explore it more But not without walking through some hurricane corridors Become the most wanted, life can seem haunted Thugs and agents who work closely up on it Patriotic hustlers that kill for presidents Conceal the truth, but can't hide the evidence A man died holding some dice that he was shaking Like a bank stop, but no valuables was taken Shot at 8:45, but he died at 9 A video was the most precise witness to the crime, it's on [Chorus 2X] [Hook: Ras Kass] Uh, crips and bloods, bricks and thugs Clips and thugs, that's gangsta Lifes, more disciples, send me assault riffles Bust if he don't like you, that's gangsta O-3-1's, and, Latin Kings with Dirty guns, that's gangsta Shot dozen coppers, Mexican mafias Killing innocent, and son they dons [Ras Kass] Yo, a view to a killing, aim two to the ceiling When niggas started illin', random chick catch a stray Now her whole nose is peeling, and some girls is squeeling So the po-po's concealing the exits The four-four's grilling at the next shit Homey's wetless, when they tech spit Death is something, that's the best shit Niggas play XBox 360, wet shit Halo 2 and SoCom, fresh paws hit the block There go Saddam, muthafuckas know your moms But get frustrated and blow your bombs Little niggas is too small to hold they arms Drex' should of thought about that, before get gone Sixteen years old getting charged as adult Conservatives, want harsher sentences but get no result And I still can't read a burner, maybe I'm part of the problem But when the war's going on outside, you know the outcome [Chorus 2X] Cold World (Power Mix)[Intro: D'Angelo] Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo [Verse 1: GZA] It was the night before New Year's And all through the fucking projects Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight Fuck blue and white They escape before them flash the fucking lights Gunshots, shatter first-floor window panes Shells hit the ground and blood-stained the dice game Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless Links was snatched off necks, left scars on throats Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats Against those who felt the cold from the steel made 'em fold And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmers And it's bugged how some niggas catch slugs And pockets dug from everything except check stubs And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas laying on rooftops For his cream he stashed in a shoebox But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets Those who try to flee, they hit the vertebrae Increase the murder rate Similar to hitmen who pull out TECs and then Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican Rapid, like recipients cashing checks again Back to the motherfucking spot on Lexington [Chorus: D'Angelo] Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down In this cold, cold world They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down In this cold, cold world [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs And seize packages and pocket the currency Cliques control strips, full clips are sprayed Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash Jakes on my ass, young bucks is learning fast Three-fifty-sevens and forty-fours Bought inside corner stores, provide sparks for wars Hospital floors surrounded by the law Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team 'Cause niggas' main concern is C.R.E.A.M Some niggas in the jet-black Galant Shot up the Chinese restaurant for this kid named Lamont I thought he was dead but instead he missed the kid And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled Tactical narcotic task force back off fast 'Cause the crime boss is passing off cash Extortions for portions of streets causes beef Having followers of Indians trying to play Chief You witness the saga, casualties and drama Life is a script, I'm not an actor but the author Of a modern-day opera, where the main character Is presidential papers, the dominant factor [Chorus: D'Angelo] Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down In this cold, cold world They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down In this cold, cold world Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down In this cold, cold world They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down In this cold, cold world Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down In this cold, cold world They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down In this cold, cold world Come Do Me (Dub Remix)*Beat* [Hook: x2] Girl Come Do Me Girl [Hook 2:] Girl Come *Beat* Rap City: The Basement FreestyleDesigner and most of man Stands the front-end loader Hold enough weight that'll compensate the shareholders Powerful motor controls are mad stable No room for error, injury proves fatal Hundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steel After blowin' out the belt drive, Math' change the wheels Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster There's always potential for large scale disasters In the rec' rippin' narrowly missin' My camp be forced into a perilous proposition We must come see ya, dеspite imminent danger Was short on fuеl, before he flew out the hangar From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galore Watch the river flow backwards once we storm the shore Nigga, mark with razor-sharp eyes of the scope On the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopes The magnitude of the devastation untold The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road The nucleus of hip hop, rap's hallmark They had a citywide effort to keep us in the dark To the new details, distant wisp of light Evidence of a terrifying threats on microphone Rhyme stone, numerous parts combine Strands of heavy metal form the steel arch design Fit together seamlessly, everlasting rap Heat-pressure generated by a blasted cap The chamber when ya rollin' the dice everything count Clan royalty where the loyalty is paramount Couldn't be more wrong prior to your pursuing When ya spoke of us, you understated the influence As I bury my motor-action, implode a fraction Of ya investigation when ya askin Aware about in ya suit and tie, cruising by The intrepid workmen that sharpen ya shooting eye Lesson Learn’d[Chorus: Redman] Niggas in the streets gon' learn Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play Niggas in the streets gon' learn Them Def Squad niggas don't play Niggas in the streets gon' learn Them Jersey niggas don't play Niggas in the streets gon' learn Them Staten Island niggas don't play [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I said one, two, three and to the fo' I glide like there's simply no traction on the flo' 10304, live action from the door Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the tour I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado Savage vandal, I'm a legend of tomorrow Painting the truth, here's proof, ain't it the truth So ill a nigga spit with a containment suit Slayin' the booth, aim, shoot, bang! Cave in the roof Hater, wouldn't last a day in my shoes You know very well, bet he swell, you can tell he jeal' My price hiking like the pills Martin Shkreli sell Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc Fact, I black on it, black, I'm back at it Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc Fact, I blacked on it, black, I'm back at it [Chorus: Redman] Niggas in the streets gon' learn Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play Niggas in the streets gon' learn Them Def Squad niggas don't play Niggas in the streets gon' learn Them Jersey niggas don't play Niggas in the streets gon' learn Them Staten Island niggas don't play [Verse 2: Redman] Yo, I'm on top of the world, mama, lookey here I'm a boy beastin' in my car, Paul Revere Horsepower, never fell off, look in the mirror When I drop something, you like Martin, all ears Late Night Letterman, I light it like Edison Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland Arrogant? Yes. Tune in, my Hot 9 Flex Cut the check and your boy digress At my age it's all about bread Tryna be nice at 40, you can have it all shawty I'm tryna make history, and history say Fuck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me Throw your hands up, let's tear the bar up So much bud I started sweating cigar guts And these white folks love me like a Starbucks Fuck with one dude, you gotta fuck with all us [Chorus: Redman] Niggas in the streets gon' learn Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play Niggas in the streets gon' learn Them Def Squad niggas don't play Niggas in the streets gon' learn Them Jersey niggas don't play Niggas in the streets gon' learn Them Staten Island niggas don't play [Outro: Redman] Mathematics, you a fucking genius, nigga. yo, fuck that Ladies and gentlemen I need you to put your hands together For worldwide international producer Worldwide international DJ And the creator of the Wu-Tang W symbol Ladies and gentlemen Please put your hands together and show your love For our brother and yours - Mathematics 9th Chamber{*evil laughter*} [La the Darkman] Yeah, INS, yo La the Darkman Hit 'em with the death blow Yo Yo, I'm known to spit poems, throw dice and hold tones Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like Larry Holmes Through the Valley of Kings, you catch the Killa Bee sting Tryin to pick up, you fuckin with the archbishop Defyin me is like startin Rap World War 3 You rather sell your key to NYPD My style's vicious, I rap in the lab and break dishes My words wear jet black hoods, lookin suspicious Darkman [Beretta 9] Behold the struggle fire ultra harmonizer, track paralyzer Artist he the real, blood spilled on the synthesizer 4th, turn it up a peak, make the speaker tweet Iron Sheik camel clutch a beat, rappers take your seat In fact punch a clock, it's my time to rock, dock the known like a scott Engineered this thought that I present, so just Comprehend, while I fill you in, with a bar or ten And clear the path for the god Sin, do 'em in kid (Yo) [Killa Sin] I stay lurkin, circlin the premises Dart chemist sent on a search for arch nemesis Concoctin neurotoxins out of synonyms Send your physical in triple shock, crippled in a detox with no rememberance While I rocks the maximum shows for no minimum Capacity to pack the front row but flow naturally Killin 'em, swing on the stage like jagged pendulums And blow like thirty shrapnel grenades with no pins in 'em [Street Life] Why risk it? Killah Hill District, we flip shit Egotistic, I hold grounds with twin biscuits Put it up, I lay it down, my streets sound surround Shaolin bound, flash flood watch you might drown Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder Island drifter, black vagina finder Loungin by the seashore, switch like Bloody Roar And slap hardcore dick to your main wiz, bitch [Inspectah Deck] Toxi' on Bacardi Pina, low crawlin through Medina Slumped in the seven-seater Dumpin heaters, to bite might cause seizures Weak MC's take me to your leader We the true source, movin off on uncharted course My thoughts come across with a blindin force Killa Bees plant seeds, log on Or get knocked off like a pawn if you dare lock horns [Outro: Inspectah Deck] You are now in the 9th chamber Where the falls of reality close in fast on the world of make-believe And your fantasy is nothin more but a memory Now bear witness to the realness Shown and proven We live by the sword... Uncontrolled Substance*eerie winds blow* *winds die down as beat drops* [Intro: Inspectah Deck] It had to be this way This is for real Nobody said it would be easy So let it be (ooh.. oh yeah) [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Aiyo, S.I.N.Y., Killa Bee hive Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll wit' the live Sweet Love, sweep me in the bug eye, we 'bout to glide Head fried, spittin' the scribe, move in disguise Wan' test I? Access denied I live and die by the motto: let none survive Livin' off my last cut, can't hold the sword up You can have that for free before I take your best offer Stalker, preparin' for your sayonara Torture, test my waters, I come like orca Niggas need life supporters, for bein' so weak I speak as a veteran and lace the heads I've creased And leave my footprints wherever I've blessed my presence I.N.S. livin' legend 'til the essence Given with no prescription, this is the medicine Settin' a new standard, they fail measurin' Up to, they suck too, thorns in the hustle Pawns in the struggle Darts fly like C.I.s beyond the jungle Trouble Man can't dance the Hollywood Shuffle Knees buckle when the Killa Bees come through All you heard was "1, 2", then the gun blew, question is, "From who?" Numb you like a 100 CCs of morphine Taken daily - keep out of reach of your offsprings [Hook: Shadii of The Force MD's] Too hot to handle, too cold to hold You pumpin' that substance, that's uncontrolled *repeat 2x* [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Too cold to hold, substance uncontrolled Five-O said, "Tell it to the judge"; I never told Never fold, though some turn like fake gold Young and old I lock down like parole holds In the midst where the clips blow, I rip shows Hit your zip code, my sick flow condones Soon to spread like Ebola, the autopsy showed the reports Another John Doe overdoser Overexposure, facin' the flame thrower I hold ya hostage — code name's the Ayatollah Mind controller, 2009 time quota The high roller, sting like a king cobra Blow the whistle on kids who unofficial Pistol pops, ceremony deep within the gristle Nickel and dime, rhymes sign of the times, my lifeline Bubble like a fine wine, dyin' for mines The dopeman, deliver like the postman Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I run? They know I got the teens strung, plus the fiends come In abundance, lined up, spendin' 100's The substance provides continuous high I'll give you one free for every 5 sides you buy Gettin' high off my own supply, low in the ride With the low eye, daybreak and making dough rise [Hook: repeat x2] [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] My style's so underground, I write rhymes on fossils Use as directed and wear protective goggles Shaolin's the borough, rap Picasso Blow like a hollow-point, foes sure to follow Pop a bottle forever, can't stop tomorow Chewin' all food for thought, hard to swallow Cold like Chicago winds, taps on my convo El Diablo cross the Verrazano P.L.O. Style, released while the beasts raid And those who can't stand the heat, they seek shade The rapture was told of how one man tackled the globe We go so deep, it rattles your soul I see many have come, but few are chose for the role In this ritual, rhymes walkin' on hot coals Quick to spot those who pose as friends and foes Wind up violated like I was the P-O [Interlude: Shadii of The Force MD's] Satisfaction or your money back Gotta keep to makin' comebacks It's the best that you ever had Got you fiendin' on the next bag [Hook: repeat 2x] Uncontrolled... Show N Prove[Intro] The Power of God's in you, show n prove (Yeah, this is The Power) The power of God's in you, show n prove (True Power, showin' and provin') The Power of God's in you, show n prove True, the time has come through Chosen few, must show and prove [Verse 1] I once asked God to forgive for my sins Bent on my knees pleadin' to be Heavenly cleansed Said the Holy Ghost changed the ways and actions of men When I stood, I felt the same as if I just walked in I was twelve at the time, held nines, held mines A frail mind, criminal thoughts well-designed Then the Older Gods put me on, on how to rock this Maintain, 360, Lord and live prosperous His jewel was priceless, keep the cypher righteous Bare in mind, God, some of your own won't like this I'm mentally scarred, recuperatin' from abrasure Fooled by interpretations made from a traitor It's in my nature, I was taught, that's the first law Obtain the food, clothin' and the shelter that I search for Fire in my eyes as hot as Earth's core What hurts more, the fact that we still dirt poor In hard times force crimes out an honest man And most fiend to see the so-called promised land Sun of Man, knowledge, wisdom and understand That it's time to take matters in our own hands [Hook] The power of God's in you, show n prove The power of God's in you, show n prove The power of God's in you, show n prove True, the time has come through Chosen few, must show and prove [Verse 2] The wicked ways of the world can't escape sin I'm facin' master's gun on the plantation Seen source from home yet I'm still caged in 'Cuz 9000 miles is such a long way to swim And many die tryin' to survive the next mile Families was raped, enslaved, and exiled I learned it as a child, knowledge be the key To unlock your brain and set your mindstate free It's true, the times come through, chosen few Show n' prove, the power of God's in you Or remain a savage in pursuit of happiness Who lack jewel, love and peace complete the package The fact is, five out a hundred know the truth The wisdom might blow the roof when shown n' proved [Hook] [Verse 3] Through the course of time, we was dumb, deaf and blind Now, we on the incline, build with one mind Came a long way but, yo, we still far behind So, uplift the mind, God, rise and shine I speak to the black, brown and yellow seeds My fellow breed all race, colors and creed Search for the knowledge, use science and math And be queens and kings like the centuries past The devil tried to fool my people, said we was equal But I'll believe him when my culture see freedom You beat 'em with the positive thoughts, you don't need 'em Leave him in the dirt, let the blood suckers see him [Hook] R.E.C. Room[Intro] Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killa Hill Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill 10304 style, kid For my D.M.D., Wreck Posse niggas You out there? Is you out there? [Verse 1] I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the rush A dazzlin' display if you can get close enough Cold Crush like the 4 sting of anaconda Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna Spider-Man, identity Peter Parker Crowd pleaser, register off the meter Vocal street-sweeper, buck shots through the speaker Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands Conquer land, wide like an eagle wingspan Clansman stabbin' the track with both hands Not a lost soul who fall for fool's gold I shine like a diamond in the true state of cold Too hot to handle, too cold to hold Rap with a road block, I might lose control Hold the globe in my iron palm One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's life-long Stride calm Through The Fire like Chaka Khan World wide on the web without the dot.com [Hook] Killa Bees live in the place be Burn third-degree on the M.I.C So deadly goes the catastrophe And this is the way we crash the party Say: Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec [Verse 2] Yo, Killa Bees swarmin', Protect Ya Neck Was the warnin', so, proceed with caution I walk with my swordsmen, we all in Together, Wu-Tang forever gon' win From Puerto Rico 'cross the caves of Berlin Echoin' through cell blocks and federal pens It be the Wu-Tang, you came and went They left the game mentally and physically bent What I invent, sharp as barbwire fence I represent, sure to make a grand entrance With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure Inspectah, put your rap in the stretcher Featherweight contenders surrender T.K.O., first round knockout, vets to big spenders Journey on the mic like Marco Polo Internal bleedin' occurs to your photo Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north It's a blood-sport, get rushed for tough talk But I hold my ground like it's high noon While police tapes surround the mic room I jump on a live tune, provide the boom Those who consume become faint from the fumes [Hook] Killa Bees live in the place be Burn third-degree on the M.I.C So deadly goes the catastrophe And this is the way we crash the party Say: Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec [Freestyle] Ayo, I hit Medina, hand-cocked and ever-greener Trees got me leanin' in the 7-seater Vocal street-sweeper, ??? the 3-pointer Urban, peace deservin', warrin' with the C-Cyphers I, black rollers ignite with high-voltage Diagnosis, high doses of ex- ... (track cuts off) House Nigga (Joe Budden Diss)[Verse 1] First of all, you a blog thug, YouTube goon HOUSE NIGGA! Your food get chewed up rude I see you like to put your world online Ain't nobody checking for you, they checking for your girl's behind While your homey in the bedroom, lust in his eyes While you filming dumb shit, they probably fucked a few times Wow, how you Slaughterhouse? You barely get a nod I'm convict benching, daily in the yard So I'm built like Optimus Prime You couldn't see me with binoculars I'm, way ahead of you, obviously I'm better too Deck show him how to properly rhyme He on mine, like he didn't see the property sign Lyrically blunt, I'm broad day, physically dump This nigga's life's a publicity stunt But, he think he fever, I ain't a believer Def Jam chucked him, they ain't feel him neither Why are you talking like the Morpheus of rhymes? When my first shit, sold more than all your shit combined Worshiping Tahiry's doing something to your mind I should get your tummy tucked, just for jumping out of line Man, really? Name me three Joe Budden songs Don't worry, I got time, I cut the song [Interlude: 'Jeopardy' skit] Oh, oh man, umm, three Joe Budden songs, umm... Damn, uh, the -- Pump It Up! Uh, agh -- ahh, shit... this for a hundred thousand, too? Ahh, I'm bout to blow the shit! Ahh... did I say Pump It Up? Oh, oh --- [Verse 2] Still waiting, Resident Patient, stay sick Basic, the truth's on, face it, taste it Hunt it to the head, make him retract statements My next move, probably increase your hatred Take it how you take it, HBO Bodie State wide ain't nobody rocking no Joey I'm a legend, Meth let you live, I'mma set it And I ain't on the phone but you get the text message I'mma rep til the death, with my life put on it If it's dollars, then it's cents, then I'm likely on it I'm deep in the pits, where the trife be on it Only hood you be in, got Nike on it HOUSE NIGGA! You don't see the strips Your fuzzy house shoes underneath your bitch And I ain't got to talk bout Gloria Velez Stalker ass nigga, you was calling her, obsessed Computer love scrub, think you safe behind a desk Like we won't call Redman and get your address Yeah, yeah, we got a problem, Houston Eyes all swoll when the God repute them [Interlude] [Verse 3] Like we need ghostwriting, mothafucka, we the titans You catch your head cracked with no dice, man Hood like the dollar van, Taliban carrying bombs Verbal onslaught, warhawk, blowing your flag Throw in your towel, there's no chance, load up the mag Hold down the Shao, return home, holding your dome Glorious king, I wish you would HOUSE NIGGA! Couch gangsta, think you Suge? Nah, you the fiend out, halfway house cat Missing tooth rap, touch Deck, I doubt that "Pump It Up" was wack, you swagger jacked "Scenario" All that other trash, couldn't last in my stereo Couldn't beat Lloyd Banks, couldn't beat Meth Couldn't beat Jay-Z, what you got left? I show you what substance is (uncontrolled, nigga), ruggedness Like fifty ATV's, label me G You a HOUSE NIGGA! Take your slippers off, Microsoft crook Never seen a juks, never seen your wifey cook Never seen you sitting with your seeds reading books Wanna show the mass, that ain't work, so you sold your ass Showed the world you lame and no control you have You Google MC, your feet the only 'sole' you have Act like you strong in the pits, up north Get your manhood took, right along with your kicks Like you got it going on in The Bricks, nigga please Only ones know the words to your song is your kids And this here, won't even boost my career This is kid's stuff, plus your name ain't big enough I said, "fuck it, I'd do it for fun." Have 'em like, "Damn, Deck, why you do it to son?" 'Cause he, stupid or drunk, loose wit the tongue Plus fronting like he want it, should of knew it would come Ask around, who dispatching the raw? Throw our name on the scale, my side probably crash to the floor Cause I'm heavy like the classic Ford, before I fall I will shoot, stab, kick, bite, scratch and claw I mean fistfight, grab and all, I'mma get like that's for sure I'mma give right after the brawl Small timers, too late for you to come up You won't get a name off me, you get done up HOUSE NIGGA! You don't get your hands dirty They don't respect you outside of Jersey [Outro] They don't respect you outside of Jersey, man Nobody fucking knows you You trying to disrespect the legend We king size in this shit, man Understand that, I go to mothafucking Germany Japan, Honolulu, France, Ethiopia, Croatia Niggas know my mothafucking name Who's you? Who's you? They don't respect you outside of Jersey Bow down to the face of greatness, mothafucka Yeah, you better recruit everybody The war is on, nigga, the war is on, nigga Johnny Blaze, you know I got you, man This nigga is fish food, straight up fish food You wanna swim with the sharks? I'm waiting for your response, nigga Five minutes long, next time I'mma give you eight A dirty eight, straight to the face Holla back, nigga Elevation[Intro (whispered)] Elevation, Elevation Elevation, Elevation Elevation, Elevation Elevation, Elevation Elevation, Elevation Elevation, Elevation Elevation, Elevation [Hook] Tired of trials and tribulations It seems like life is Hell, dream's the only way of escapin' To worlds that's beyond imagination I know a place, I could take you there through elevation [Verse] Where I come from, young ones pump jums for lump sums Bustin' guns, trust none, become son Crews fells from loose shells that propel where I'm dwellin' Niggas jail, tellin' what you sellin' My nigga Tone just came home, been in fo' 5 The system tried to give him 5 more for gettin' high Fly Stacy, daddy's little lady fucks crazily Baby after baby, lost her shape as of lately Used to spend the quiet nights home, now she likes to roam Feelin' quite grown, caught in life's cyclone I was taught be the wise "apply the knowledge passed" To advance, learn the science of life and earn the masters Trapped in the havoc, I'm forced to go the whole Although, it might spell a jail cell and no parole I fight with the force of Steve Austin Until my arms can no longer hold off the coffin In this ghetto Heaven, God bless the children Whose shattered dreams are offered and hard to mend We don't believe in Heaven, we livin' in Hell Tryna escaped, but fate's sealed in the bomb shell Feelin' Like Huey Newton with Panther Plots But high-tech surveillance got my moves on watch So, I drop jewels, use the music to educate Can't celebrate till we elevate [Hook] Tired of trials and tribulations It seems like life is Hell, dream's the only way of escapin' To worlds that's beyond imagination I know a place, I could take you there through elevation Can’t Stay Away[Intro: Ice Cube sample & Inspectah Deck] Early in the game, when I was still young, still not really sure how far it was gonna take me. I made a vow to myself that I wouldn’t let the game change me. Imma just be myself, let the chips fall where they may. But at the end of the day I’ma still be happy with who I am. Whether I blow up and fall off or whatever. I just vowed that I was gonna be happy with who I am. No matter what’s my status in the game… Yeah, your highness It’s in my blood In my veins It keeps calling, and calling Word [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I fiend to hear the sound through the woofer I love hip hop, more than Taye and Sanaa in Brown Sugar From Mr. Magic’s Rap Attack, Hank Love and DNA To Awesome 2, Kid Capri, Kay Slay Chuck Chillout, Jesse Joyce, Jazzy Jeff And cool DJ Red Alert was going years I couldn’t wait to play my tape and make the block shake Let the tape rock till the tape pop Graffiti on my loose suit do this in my soul Since Pete Rock and Marley Marl was in control Used to mosey uptown to get the raw I need that Ron G, S&S, Rated R System or Green Lantern, the Funkmaster Flex bomb Tony Touch and Doo Wop, grew with Desert Storm That real shit, pump through my veins No, I can’t stay away so I’m pumpin’ ‘til the grave [Chorus: The Fascinations] “It ain’t nothing like Hip-Hop music” “Exorcist, Hip-Hop possess me” “We bless mics,” “Don’t it sound amazing” “Never thought that Hip-Hop would take it this far” “It ain’t nothing like Hip-Hop music” “Rap is somethin’ you do, Hip-Hop is somethin’ you live” “Trick my wisdom,” “My poetry’s deep” “Most valuable poet on the M-I-C” [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] I got my b-boy stance from it Skip school, poppin', lockin' to the Mantronik Just-Ice made me wonder who Latoya is And I learned that nobody beats the biz We was kids just listenin’ to the music loud So believe I was moved, when Rakim moved the crowd Now as a rapper I remember moving till Becky Jack the rapper Freaknic and how can I be down? Just a young MC tryna bust a move I was on Beat Street breaking to a Krush Groove Do it for dough, do it ‘cause I love it Since Hurricane G, told Red kicked that other shit I must admit without hip-hop I’d disappear It’s like my heart beat’s one with the kick and snare That real shit, pump my veins No, I can’t stay away so I’m pumpin’ ‘til the grave [Chorus: The Fascinations] “It ain’t nothing like Hip-Hop music” “Exorcist, Hip-Hop possess me” “We bless mics,” “Don’t it sound amazing” “Never thought that Hip-Hop would take it this far” “It ain’t nothing like Hip-Hop music” “Rap is somethin’ you do, Hip-Hop is somethin’ you live” “Trick my wisdom,” “My poetry’s deep” “Most valuable poet on the M-I-C” Longevity[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Uh, yea In my time, I've seen a lot of people come and go A lot of new faces, been to a lot of new places Wherever we went, we always held it down While we conquered new grounds. It's a universal sound The Witty Unpredictable Talent And Natural Game Yo... [Hook (x2): Inspectah Deck] Not many last in the game Wu-Tang come through, breakin out the same way we came This is not an act, this is actual facts Nothin but experience placed upon the tracks [Inspectah Deck] We stand perpendicular with no flaws Breakin all laws, plus jaws, the writin's on the walls Heartless, starvin artists, out to get our's Regardless, marvelous doctrines, we shock this Fist of the black lotus, bustin out the steel cage Iron Mic Duel made the front page Outlaws, out for your's, get down on all fours Rebel with a cause, without applause to the score "Pillagin" with Donna-Cap, this persona raps Hittin like a cornerback, blitzin' on the track Fully-auto, got the mic blow, strike low High-caliber flow move the crowd, twist your torso 2009, block party, Bobby Digital, pop corks to us And the God's we trust, adjust To the highs that we bring with the lows In the midst of hell speakin out in morse code Runnin wild like dogs out the kennel through the venue Simple chemistry, vitamins plus the minerals Organic vowels, consonants, syllables Condition critical, ill individual Paint a picture too vivid for the visual Material rips through to the gristle [Hook (x2)] [U-God] Yo, the messages in my music grab you, stuck in my sentence Got to spit from the bottomless pit, speakin my vengeance Masked avenger never surrender my heritage Killah Hill resident, 5'10" be my measurement On land we stand under flags as confederates You think you rule, pity the fool when the shell drops, it's hot Bodies scream to the extreme, damn, I'm delicate We livin irrelevant, intelligent, dirty habit They full of fragments, abandon all 10 commandments Damage is done as the records spins, hatred in my features Untamed, thus these cold blooded creatures bust Architect gladiator radiates the power Erupt with corrupt minds, locked in the tower The crook's pressure cooked invasion be destroyed Self-employed paranoid androids [Inspectah Deck] My rhyme cold winds clear streets and slams shutters Basic Instinct to tear the roof off the mother Drastic verbal gymnastics, far from the average Hold the planet like Galactus Lone Ranger, ancestors rolled with stone bangers Never met a force deadly as my own anger Clutch performer, raised on the blood soaked corners Of real life with real trife heads, they prey on ya And not many last on the game Whether it be lies, fly songs or drugs you slang In the beginnin, it didn't come fast amongst the gun blast Strivin, my eyes on lump sums of cash Cash Rules Everything Around Me, surroundin me with champagne wishes But I see long distance, a strong vision planted deep within the mental Mind detect mind and analyze what I sent you [Hook (x2)] City High[Intro: Inspectah Deck (sample)] (Everybody on the grind, son) 8 million stories in the naked city (Everybody trying to eat) (It's always gonna be a struggle, in this hustle) This is just one (Trying to bubble, trying to live this) Realize.. [Verse 1] We dance with the wolves, wrestle with the pitbulls For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty pistols Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some Lofts of land or maybe Thoughts of plans and they be Forcing my hand don't make me Off this man I never claimed killer, I came iller stayed realer Our chance grows, traveled the globe, fans applauded But my heart still roaming the streets, they still calling Boat names with cocaine dreams screaming "I own the game!" I'm so stained Novacaine doesn't slow the pain Lost so many I don't fear death, no tears left Numbers of my years left, blessed to be here left When they said "At fifteen he'd be already dead" I'm here heavy head steady sipping Remy Red Wild fellow tryin' a keep my mind settled Child of the ghetto, survived where nines echo [Chorus] I'm just a city guy living fly getting high Live it till I die getting by, whipping by Stand solidified big times to different sides Here's your ticket right, follow if you feel my vibe... (My vibe) [Verse 2] Yo, we caped up, ten in the lab, weapons to blast One with the city, fight for sections of land Can't sleep till the check's in my hands, it's still a hustle Bare knuckle grind, knee deep inside the struggle I don't give a fuck about much but my beloved and such 'Cause nobody to trust but us It's New York life, walk like what ya talk like Or you might, get tossed right off the ninth floor Every day is war, roamin' through the wasteland Focused, tryin' a make grands Hammers pokin' out the waistband In this cash race, they can't stand the pace I plan to make Millions and marinate across town my fam is straight Cash rules, so naturally it had me, the temptress Teasing me, I lust badly, she said "You a professional with records sold, let it go" And I replied "This is the only life I'll ever know..." [Hook] (It's the only life I'll ever know... You know?) I trust, in no one but us Trust, in no one but us Trust, in no one but us [Verse 3] Yeah, years later, hey I made it, no explaining how Walking forward through the fire while it rained down We claim sections, slang and aim weapons But still tryna live the +Good Times+ like James Evans And, we'll stick you for your shine (Hustle) Nickel for a dime (Trouble) This you're gonna find (Muscle) If you wanna grind (Struggle) Digits on the mind (Couple) Figures for the crime (Scuffle) Fists or with the nine (Bubble) Living on the line (The line, the line...) [Chorus] I'm just a city guy living fly getting high Live it till I die getting by, whipping by Stand solidified big times to different sides Here's your ticket right, follow if you feel my vibe... (My vibe) Movas & Shakers[Intro] This goes out to all my niggas Spendin they last on gas, grass and ass And to all my ladies playin in bars free drinks And shit push it up push it up [Chorus] Keep on, ya don't stop , if ya don't stop maybe ya won't stop If ya won't stop maybe ya can't stop So keep on, keep on an on ya keep on Ya don't stop, if ya don't stop maybe ya won't stop If ya won't stop than ya can't stop So keep on, keep on an on [Verse 1] Rebellious-I, felonas city slicker Real nigga hit ya district with the impact of a twista Now clear the zone, rhyme down the phone lines and toss motor homes My poems were found next to dinosaur bones Perform by the elders before the king's throne This style has no origin or birth date And scientists research can not calculate The great mind skatin' through space and time Vibratin' thru the bass lines that stun man kind Reclined in the leather seat the cassette blasts Vocals that smash out the bullet proof glass Rippin' through your 15's like Wolverine Sick with the lyric there be no vaccine You attach with the tractor beam, rap fiend And all heads who feel it lick off a magazine [Chorus] [Verse 2] We trip the light, ride to the rhythms of the night Skin tight honeys show me love at first sight Work light crazy legs nonstop body rock My hip hop drop you to your knees in shock Watch for the spot rushers, slang hustler Lackluster skills, salute the drill instructor Yes yes y'all I heard the 'S.O.S.' call INS to the rescue about to bless y'all Got 'em brawlin' in the mess hall and the dance hall They ants y'all and I remain to stand tall Can't fall, son'll restore like Michael Jackson off the wall Singin' life ain't so bad at all When ya livin' it we all deserve the finer things Like foreign cars, fancy clothes, and diamond rings My exotic dancers keep shakin' ya thing To my niggas on the streets thats soon to be king [Chorus] [Verse 3] Keep on keep on an on Last call for alcohol bartender two Kahlua's and milk With crushed ice in the blender What up love? Lets jelly off the dance floor Before ya man come lookin' for points he can't score More than you bargained for, deserve an encore Putt 'em down, you put 'em up till ya sore Motion picture thoughts project in wide screens Laced off the lime green, duckin' high beams Swift sword, making fetti out the bill board Rap pro, throwin' up bombs like Jeff George Catch me next tour feel free to explore Don't sweat me at the door like we met before Tryin' to dick ride, I'm inside where the chicks hide Quick slide move, we lootin' the spot... Quick slide move, we lootin' the spot [Chorus] Forget Me Not[Intro: Inspectah Deck, (Unknown singer)] (Baby...) Bitch! You know what I want! (Sweet love.) I wanna talk to Sampson (Girl... sweet love.. feel.) I want yo' sweet ? (Yeah, baby. Sweet love.) Yeah, BBC status. (Girl.) Mockin' birds like Zorro (Feel... baby.. sweet love.) (Girl... sweet thing... feel what I feel?) [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Ghetto princess told me she settled out in Flushin' Meadow Fly chick rockin' size six stilettos Drapped-out in tailor made leather and suede A serenade for the moment, then we part ways Was a church girl, quiet at home, huggin' the pilow and phone Now you're grown, rollin' bones, holdin' your own I admire, attire be bold just like her attitude Jewels from head to toe, glowin' natural I'm after you, your style's what I'm attracted to Really seem to keep it movin' when you do pass thru Knowin' when we bump heads, we will soon bump hips To be swimmin' in an ocean of love that sunk ships Homin' with the tight grip, come thunderous To wake up reminicisin' and spark the blunt clip Have you lovin' it, wonderin' if I shall return Forget me not, enternally the flame burns [Hook: Inspectah Deck, (unknown singer)] Forget me not (Baby, sweet love.) Forget me not (Girl, feel what I feel?) (Baby, sweet love. Girl, feel what I feel?) [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Last August, I met this hard chick, caught a carbon pick 'bout to visit her, man, in month six Just comin' home from a two year trip Now we 'bout to do two cause her man turned snitch She under pressure, want me to come rescue her But Inspectah is no haven for the rester I feel you breakin' out but it's the path you chose Fuckin' your foes will have sons breakin' your nose Seen her once or twice now as weeks went by Slidin by tryin' to hide the black eyes Lookin' right though, I might go for her seduction Dangerous curves, I must avoid bein' sucked in Lustin', I caught her at the function Slid out the side, saw the ride and jumped in Later on, the fox unlatched the black box Got her rocks then collapsed from the backshots [Hook: Inspectah Deck, (unknown singer)] Forget me not (Baby, sweet love.) Forget me not (Girl, feel what I feel?) (Baby, sweet love. Girl, feel what I feel?) [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] (Last night...) changed it all, I had a ball First of all, I got an obscene phonecall All I heard was heavy breathin', laugh sounds and moans An intimate kiss followed by the dial tone Repeatedly, this person kept callin' my home Givin' graphic details of her sexual jones No clue of who, must've been a total stranger Annoyin' me, yeah, but talkin' me out my anger State your name and stop playin' games If you wanna spark flames, it can be arranged On your side of town, right around now What you workin' with, let me know how it's goin' down Then the phone clicked, then once again, it rang With directions to the lab, where she's doin' her thang To my surprise, when I arrived, she had her legs cocked I got her red hot and blessed the wet spot [Hook: Inspectah Deck, (unknown singer)] (*til fade*) Forget me not (Baby, sweet love.) Forget me not (Girl, feel what I feel?) (Baby, sweet love. Girl, feel what I feel?) [Outro: Inspectah Deck *in the background of the Hook*] Yeah, BBC status Mockin' birds like Zorro Give me a phonecall tomorrow The Grand Prix[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the lyrical grand prix We have our drivers racin for a $3,000,000 purse Winner takes all, gentlemen start your engines... [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Give me room, hit the tune Feature presentation coming soon, early June Killa Bee platoon, well groomed Spells doom, raise the volume You react like a werewolf in a full moon With the force of a Trojan horse Pushing forward, have your seat belt fastened We blasting into orbit, Wu restore the new chamber Wu-Banga number 9, expert precision and design Mastermind the plan took a matter of time From the confines of the cold world I shine It's amazin, the grace, changin pace Blazin the brakes, invadin your space Which remains in the race, claimin first place Raisin the stakes, it's a game to these fakes I hold many jewels, drop more than I wear I come in peace, prepare for the warfare The invincible fold, when they're caught in the square And the talk mad shit when the coast is clear [Break: Inspectah Deck] Yes, ladies and gentlemen We've just completed the first lap [Verse 2: Streetlife] Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build with rap scholars Guns and wallets, prowess, Staten Island stylist 12 men roster, live long, prosper Street philosopher, you end up like Jimmy Hoffa Ain't a damn thing changed but the aim, bullet range Strange universe, I was nursed to blow your mainframe Think first, convert, all verse live in concert Pull a skirt, burst, while y'all niggas star search Mind yours, why you eyeing mines for Posing like a matador, I must got something you wanna die for Touch mine, reach him up, his headline, both grant 9 inch rusty splint push through your nose is vent Got my eyes on the grand prize, place your bet Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an upset Hold the burner close by my hands and my pocket Hold the trophy high and keep my eyes on the profit [Break: Inspectah Deck] And a new driver has entered the contest Ladies and gentlemen, driver number 99 In the red car... [Verse 3: U-God] Fog lights beam, car 99 supreme A high-powered machine spits sparks of baroline The smell of gasoline, motor roar, the crowd roars The rag tuck rip, box cut caught in my jaws Enforcing my laws, ramrod in your garage The grease lightning, dusty rose, shake him, bon voyage Now duel of the iron, flying feud for you writers The speed demon, rebel talk, triggers, freedom fighters Was tracked in the cock pit, I'm writing exact I'm crushing corners, who that kid riding the track With the Wu helmet, 6th nigga, 5 cars track The last but not least, I bliss through the scrimmage No brakes, I dart, I'm racing for the finish Understand my hunger for my land down under It's the thunderous rush, after the sounds get crush The purse snatching pound, by all means snatch cream Tear your ass out of town [Break: Inspectah Deck] As we near the final lap Team Wu-Tang seems to be buildin A sizeable lead on the competition [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] Yo, I know how to fold 'em like Kenny Rogers Popular demand, overstand these piranhas Moving on the track like a Monaco GT I stand out similar to 3D on your TV Easily breezing watching the speed dial climb Style of rhyme, left the foes miles behind Leaving skid marks on the charts Aimed at the hearts of the fake, sparked on the tapes It's starts from the gate, darts penetrate Freestyle as the decoy to sharpen the bait Holding major weight, my Supreme Team dominates Circulating, taking all bets you place In and out of state, twirling L's on the freeway NY to SC, NC to VA, GA to MD, CA to KY FL to IL, TX to MI [Outro: Inspectah Deck] As we near the checkered flake, ladies and gentlemen Team Wu-Tang's holding down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions And it looks like it's goin to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang As they take home another pot of gold with this $3,000,000 purse Rebel INS, U-God, Street Life Get the loot, get the loot Cash money y'all, cash money y'all, cash money y'all Friction[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Is you ready? Back by popular demand... Murderous specialist tactics Wu-Tang Clan, no rehearsal or practice Niggas ain't ready for this... Niggas ain't ready for this... Niggas ain't ready for this... [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Chrome dips beaming off July sun rays Caesar fade, blending with the side burn shades Cotton club status, clientele, SL, heavy jewel Niggas jail, young niggas screw well Swinging like Smokey on the slow beat Johnny walker hold me, closely as I mosey on the low key If you don't know by now, you'll never know me You know me, I swing it to the young-ins and the OG's Witnessed by notary public, certified rough shit Does it feel good, how was it? Gritty like the subway tracks My protocol permanent like graffiti on the project walls On the AWOL, alias Jamal Duval Roam through the universe, plans of owning it all In the meantime, in between time, we shine Dangerous minds travel on this uphill climb [Hook: Inspectah Deck] If you want some, get some This is it, son, this one Make 'em feel the friction Guaranteed hit, son, miss none Flip one, you better bring your big gun [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Some niggas I'd rather not spar minds with They can't stimulate my thoughts or fuck with Creative testosterone, mic-phone Calms the menopausable hormone quakage Trapped like estrogen, we making All of the above, supremely I hold my shit, when I run I hesitate to stomp the come Bring water from the brain, nigga They tried to send me back, but still I came Terraform mind frame contains Elements of iron which began steel, healing men life Allah Just brought me forth to bust mine This time I spare no one Poison sword seed technique, breathe the Earth Take the head of those and feed 'em to the universe Blessed with volts of electric, life threatning segments, it's hectic [Hook: Inspectah Deck] If you want some, get some This is it, son, this one Make 'em feel the friction Guaranteed hit, son, miss none Flip one, you better bring your big gun [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Poetry in motion, east to west coasting Overseas blowing with lines tightly woven Still going full speed, pulling g's Trying to eat 'til my mouth gets too full to feed I excel, cast spells similar to Merlin Mic surgeon, hang like Dr. J. Erving Splurge inner city like uncensored version Merging with the fast lane, stained with the urban Word in the street, his work was dirt cheap Synthetically weak, make the fans start beef Any comeback attempts would only be in repeats They soon fall off, be mentally lost beyond reach My technique's heat leaves a permanent crease Plant my 2 feet, shooting with the quick release Never cease fire from a Street called Desire The sire, disturbing the peace with c-ciphers [Verse 4: Masta Killa] Who dare comes amongst and tries to peep it The secret of the deadly art, then leak it Snakes, leeches surround the righteous I lick a diversion shot Then slip with the swiftness to weave a raindrop Leaving the eye confused understanding blurred Cloudy electrical storms occur From the Masta, classical head bang slang The deaf tone rises like the blind and dumb Licking shots at the microphone, Iron Lung We the first to set off shit, last to run Who want some, come and get some, motherfucker! [Hook: Inspectah Deck] If you want some, get some This is it, son, this one Make 'em feel the friction Guaranteed hit, son, miss none Flip one, you better bring your big gun Hyperdermix[Inspectah Deck] Yo, the bare facts make 'em take Flight like Air Max Hyperdermix raps, share it and you'll both have tracks Dope man supply fire to wax, push your wigs back Hit ya like a tall cat, make ya relapse Never before have ya ever heard this level of raw My metaphors touch down like the hammer of Thor Knee deep into the war, sirens and gats roar Livin life, ragin bull, life's the matador I soar, above the law, branded illegal They still rush my door cuz I'm power to the people Sharp as an eagle's claw, certified lethal Keanu Reaves can't match the Speed I exceed to Crash the party, make 'em jump like KenEvil I take cash in advance and blast off on retrieval "Check the bangin sounds that I invent, marvelous... Check--check, marvelous... Check the bangin--the bangin sounds that I invent" - Ghostface Killah [Inspectah Deck] Yo, yo I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison For those on the streets, rock it in your system One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin Representin all those who ain't got a pot to piss in Went from small timer to a top position I'm not kiddin, so what? Radio's not mixin While shots whistlin, niggas on my block listen To the Uncontrolled, mentally hold you P.O.W Comin through, ain't no good, ain't no love for you Cameleons play the wrong side of the fence Switchin like Clark Kent when the drama commence Ladies and gent's, my poetry's beyond intense Find me in the trench, while you hold your spot on the bench Best invest in me, favored heavenly I.N.S., address me, as your excellency Successfully defendin my belt with first rounders Where close friends get treated the same as out-of-towners "Check--check--check--check the bangin sounds that I invent... Check--check--check--check--check--check... Check the bangin--the bangin--the bangin... The bangin sounds--sounds that I invent" - Ghostface Killah [Inspectah Deck] Jurrasic insides, I rise above the norm' Urban icon, ridin on the eye of the storm Veteran form, spaz like memories of 'nam Duckin bombs on the rendezvous with Miss Saigon Calm assassin, showin my face so they can know When on Beatstreet, I paint a picture like Raymo On the lay-low, makin dough, aimin to blow Got away to go, so I'm just takin it slow From the Shao' borough, throwin the thoroughbred flow Echoin in the ghetto, throughout the metro 'Bout to let it go, give me some room to elbow Watch bitches stick to a nigga like velcro Yo, the plan is to grap what I can within my reach Expand like the crystal white sands that fill the beach With my hand on the piece, one eye is on the beast Through the rhyme I teach history class and move the mass .. I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison For those on the streets, rock ir in your system One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo* I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison For those on the streets, rock ir in your system One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo* The Champion[Sample] He's been taking it easy, and then suddenly the moment came Suddenly, the moment came, watch it, and... He has put together a flurry and put the champion away But no one has ever been able to do that And he's trynna survive to the final bell, what a fight You never will conquer the champion You never will conquer the champion [Inspectah Deck] I stream machine gun funk, trump slayer Major Payne game hunter, summer time shine Mind controller, hold the crowd still hill top dweller Sell the garden out, House Gang chain Cuban Link blink, lose shoes, you can never wear Stare hard, God rise above, love hate, make your choice Voice like Luther, future Hall of Famer Came a long way, stay fly, I, soldier, Ayatollah Airbender send a chill, drill sarge, hard bottom Got 'em hooked, took my time, grind heavy Ready for the world, girl please, he's too experienced Been a don, Avalon size, wise to it Do it like, Nike type gritty, city boy, 'noid never Better recognize, eyes of the tiger The fire breather, he the truth, son The champion [Sample] You never will conquer the champion You never will conquer the champion [Inspectah Deck] This is Ruger rap, clap clips, strips buzzing Cousin got the spot a blaze, J's crisp, this time styling Island of Stat, Black Hawk, walk with me, fifty cal flow Blow the roof, you learn, burn unit True it's popping, watch 'em work, purp' smoking, toke and rapping Catch a tidal wave, slave to the rhythm, give 'em hell Bell ringer, Springer Show, throw a chair, air it out Doubting Deck, check your pulse, folks, witness history Rewriting the script, switch it on 'em, taught 'em how Now's a new day, say what? Clutch shooter Through the storm, calm bomb, armed dangerous, spit game Flame thrower, Cobra Commander, pandemonium, it's only him Swim with the sharks, spark like night breeze See plan the camera flash, cash only homey And not jammed til the band done, the champion [Sample] You never will conquer the champion You never will conquer the champion Femme Fatale[Inspectah Deck] Yo, yo, late night, her click deserted Time is perfect, she worth it Femme fetale, pussy cat growl like Eartha Kitt The first kiss, took my heart and nursed it Looked her deep into the eyes, she realized beneath the surface Infatuated lip servant, black aphrodisiac Cat walked across the floor, her bedroom eyes glanced back She posed with the Playboy pose, centerfold body rose through her clothes My love jones rose, the stereo blow, scenario The lights slow, the hydros rose, 2 totes without the nympho We went slow, romantic interlude in the nude Soul Food, dinner for 2, private interview Silent moans whisper, the bed's bound to break Pretty brown face, I thought I felt the ground shake The sound of the rain against the window pane Drove her insane, her wild heart has now been tamed Got half a blunt flipped in the train, waitin to inhale Female packed the banger like she been in jail As we lay, reflectin on the sweet seduction A brief interuption occured, her man busted in *beat switches to a slow '70's soul beat* [Unknown '70's soul singer sample] You said you was mine, all mine (x4) *beat switches back* [Inspectah Deck] Femme fetale, pussy cat growl like Eartha Kitt I'm takin chances, but can't resist how she worked it She loved it too, left a stamp with my 'W' (What?) Your other dude got you vexed, call, I'm comin through Your spot is hot, I did not, reconsider It's not the nigga she had, but it's the way she had niggas Now, I'm tangled, caught up in her love triangle Love it on the sideline, remind when I came through I blame you, the reason that the flame grew She threw the pussy like Steve Young from all angles Carats on her ankle, made niggas break fool The Power U will trank you, but I remain cool Yo, I'm showin her love, but it's the fellings I'm avoidin She was pretty as a wild flower, sweet as poison Poison will the skull and cross bone, spoke in soft tones Red bone, both hands wore stones Plus she home alone, temptin for me to ease the tension No need to mention, I know, your man's got you tremblin You feelin threatened, jettin when she needed attention So, now she give your highness most honorable mention Femme fetale, pussy cat growl like Eartha Kitt Femme fetale, pussy cat growl like Eartha Kitt Femme fetale, pussy cat growl like Eartha Kitt Femme fetale, pussy cat growl like Eartha Kitt I'm takin chance, but can't resist how she worked it Chamber No. 9[Intro] "With you dead, no one will know!" "But I will!" "He cheated me. I would've have destroyed Shaolin. So we have to die." "Though you're still loyal to Shaolin, what you did with your plots is against all Shaolin ethics. I have to take you in for punishment!" "Haha haha hahaha, try it!" [Verse 1] They are sicker than the white kid with the AR Ruder than the Cuban dude with the face scar They say they lit man, we're dripping in napalm The grip, aim strong, you facepalm The hair and bone hold eigth charms The butter soft came with suede arms Super fly, no cape on Everywhere I go they let sun in, like the drapes drawn Everything, Gucci Gucci, ask Kreayshawn Came alone 'cause my game on And I was singing the same song till the pain gone Sole survivor like Akon Welcome to my world, just sign your hancock in the namelog Wave of the arm, hit him with the a-bomb, but stay calm I ain't even come to make harm I lace them with the heart Make 'em nauseous in the morn' Whatchin' him flip, same way I made eight off the four, with the raw [Chorus] (The 9th chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway) (Chamber #9) (The 9th chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway) (My team with, My team with) (The 9th chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway) (And that's one in the ch-ch-chamber, 36 styles of danger) (Raw Imma give it to ya, with no trivia) [Verse 2] Rebel, I've been vilified, none other ill as I I throw these squares in boxes, like Sicilian pies Like I told y'all a million times I done sold y'all a million rhymes From a time where you'd creep to pull a 9 over who got the biggest dimes That's why I Spit the vivid lines You can tell that I'm living minds Y'all haters better get in line I'm like a European watch on a different time Times is different, what people do to get the shine I ain't afraid to be myself, never switching sides Sittin' in position to climb, consistent with the grind Visions of living fine, while niggas getting hit with ridiculous prison time I follow the path, I ain't windup here, It took meticulous design The blood, sweat and tears, God, give we a sign Now the plug stay hittin my lines for the brawl [Chorus] (The 9th chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway) (Chamber #9) (The 9th chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway) (My team with, My team with) (The 9th chamber, you get trapped inside my hallway) (And that's one in the ch-ch-chamber, wu tang banger) (Raw Imma give it to ya, with no trivia) Word on the Street[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Smooth getaway, yeah One time on my ass (getaway) 'Bout to make this hundred yard dash... With the cash [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Yo, I'm fleein' the crime scene on the Major Deegan Power steerin', lost the handle and the Jeep spin Deep in the seat, high-pursuit by the precinct My co-defendant turned state and let the beast in They rushed my old Earth lab Grabbed 50G's cash and the stash, and let the Glocks splash Son dash down the fire escape past the weed gate The weed gate, thought it was a sting, cocked the Tre' 8 Jakes givin' chase, now the dread's must 'scape I was creepin' down the staircase, we met face-to-face In the lobby, cold stares, show no fear We out for now, but next time we might go there 'cause Po's here Must've turned down the walkie-talkie I thought I heard one tell the other that he caught me Damn! They got my man, he knows shit Bitch nigga that I roll with told shit! I laid low, 007 'til it get dark He told where my Wis' live and where the whip's parked Got my address off the license plate That eliminate, headin' to my next restin' place Uncertain, my Wis' peeped from behind the curtain And seen the high-beam from the chicky lurkin' The high-speed chase got me swervin' I needed a diversion, crashed in the side of a Suburban In the mirror, I'm starin' at the eyes of the law Couldn't jump out, fucked up the drivers-side door Called China, "Meet me in a half with the Pathfinder No time to talk, I'll fill you in when I find ya" Stopped at a neighborhood diner, brought me some attire And swore to hold me down in the fire [Hook: Inspectah Deck (Raekwon)] (The word on the street) They can't trace my rap sheets Still, I creep swift, tryin' to slip all heat (The word on the street) This thing's way beyond deep Promise me you'll keep ya mouth closed with no leaks (What's the word on the street?) The evidence concrete My Co-D mysteriously got set free (The word on the street) The photographs let the beast splash Through the projects the last few weeks [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, you bein' watched like you new on the block from roof tops Get your booze on, these hot shots pop, music stops Party's over, bold soldier move for his holster Shot the lights out, struck the bouncer in his shoulder Hard times for Po-9, can't control the masses Scream for more, backstage, we sling V.I.P. passes Jakes sprayin' mace, riots takin' place When the Clan show they face, the fans slow they pace Get your blunt rolled, fuck the Five-0, they want it, dun' know Bitches get trampled, niggas wildin' in the front row Fire Marshall catch a beat-down, tryin' to cut my sound Radio dispatcher, back-up, bustin' rounds Without intermission from a crouch-position Bullets ricocheted off the strobe-light, strikin' Christians My nigga slipped in, 'nuff ammunition to bust back Fuck that, them outta-town cats'll take the rap It's war on the dance floor, quarter to 4 Before we peeled off, they tried to seal off the back door Gats for the beast, high-pursuit down the side street Shot up my getaway Jeep, crashed the front glass And blew the head-rest off the passenger seat I grabbed the heat, ditched the whip and then escaped on feet While the locals interrogated for names and photos Work for Five-0, swappin' info for doe [Hook] Lovin’ You[Intro: Inspectah Deck] What is love? Love is love What is love? (Loving you) [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Yo, examining her hourglass frame Exotic name, passion, splashing the fly fashions On the 2 Train, words soothing her brain There's the cue, cross the platform, she 'bout to exchange She rose slowly in planted a kiss And in the same motion, bounced off with the switch Couldn't let here go, before the train pulled off She gave me a look that described my thoughts And I was hypnotized by her ebony eyes She wised to my scheme, made her temperature rise Hours later, still zoning off the moment Happened so fast, it's over with And now you're gone, like the same short time But stay so heavy on my mind, I'm... *loving you* [Verse 2: La The Darkman] Yo, I met a bad chick, model actress Soft as a mattress, said she was catholic Physically attractive, earth-toned skin Thick but thin, looked like she just came off an island Rolled in Porsches, lady was gorgeous I'm trying to ram bar down her mental fortress Loved my name, La song, how'd you like to have my 4th born? I'm the God, I'll be your umbrella in a storm We can smoke, parlay, see a ghetto matinée Don't worry about me, young thug, 'cause I'll stay... *loving you* [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Dana was a girl I knew, she was true Twist Ls with the crew, bust the gat, too Had the stash labbed for when the Jake rushed 'nuff heat to grab, razors in bags Letting me rest my head, wild fugitive Accepting all collect calls throughout the bid Like a big sister, I've got major love She braid my hair, plus hold a gun in the glove While you girls move like slippery eels You the diamond in the rough that been keeping it real That's why you're closer to me than most I roll with Smoked bones, rolled dice and made dough with And now you're gone like the same short time But stay so heavy on my mind, I'm *loving you* [Outro: sample] Loving you That Nigga[Verse 1] Four wheelers, pop the hatch and blast that hitter Honey times, money hurry, snap that picture I wanna see the walls come down, if y'all bout it For New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert One, two, when I exhale, the one-two Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q Fire the semi, with no ice, no Bentley I'm just low fitty, throwin' limes in the Remy There's so many fraud, how could you call that real? I supply fire that'll forge the steel Can't ignore the real, yeah ya forced the deal (With who?) With that nigga, that kid, you're sure to feel Big money, big guns, big cars and all Rocked Halle on the floor at the Monster's Ball From the 718 to the 310 Underdawgz, U.D,'s, the unsung heroes [Hook] They see me in the streets they be like (that's that nigga) Rebel I.N.S., y'all know (that's that nigga) Girls of the world be sayin' (that's that nigga) All across the board they goin' (that's that nigga) Girls of the world say (that's that nigga) All across the board they goin' (that's that nigga) They see him in the streets they be like (that's that nigga) Rebel I.N.S., y'all know (that's that nigga) [Verse 2] The Movement, follow my lead, clock my speed Number one with a bullet, that's cocked to squeeze He's artist of the year, who can touch me son? Like Jimmy Castor, trust me, I've just begun And I won't stop, hoggin' the lane, droppin' my game My dogs be, rockin' them chains, poppin' the same In the distance, hawkin' my style, talkin' loud Non-believers wonder how I'm talk of the town Hate Me Now, like Puffy and Nas, I uprise Never thought big guns would survive, but surprise Now what nigga? Only drugs sell quicker Been chained in the dungeons of rap and held prisoner You'll find me, cruisin' the Ave., tool in the stash My tomb blast you in the smash, movin' the mass I'm comin' like the taxman for all their business I'm bound by my honor, so y'all bear witness [Hook] They see me in the streets they be like (that's that nigga) Rebel I.N.S., y'all know (that's that nigga) Girls of the world be sayin' (that's that nigga) All across the board they goin' (that's that nigga) Girls of the world say (that's that nigga) All across the board they goin' (that's that nigga) They see him in the streets they be like (that's that nigga) Rebel I.N.S., y'all know (that's that nigga) [Verse 3] A Titan like Steve McNair, be prepared For the Top Gun, smokin' like weed in the air Please beware, the Underdawgz roam in the yard Postin' hard, approachin' get you closer to God This is real life money, not a scene from a movie U.D.'s tighter than the jeans on a hoochie The groupies crowd around the 6 point O If it's like that now, wait til this joint blow Tell the world, the prophet has come, problem for some The masses, holler for son, hot as the sun That keep your eyes open don't you get caught sleepin' Your boy get you bouncin' like a six four leanin' [Hook] They see me in the streets they be like (that's that nigga) Rebel I.N.S., y'all know (that's that nigga) Girls of the world be sayin' (that's that nigga) All across the board they goin' (that's that nigga) Girls of the world say (that's that nigga) All across the board they goin' (that's that nigga) They see him in the streets they be like (that's that nigga) Rebel I.N.S., y'all know (that's that nigga) Shaolin Rebel[Intro: Sample] This mission is vital—you must succeed. But I'll warn you, you’ll meet with some formidable opposition. The Guardians use finger power and they're experts. But still, the whole future of Shaolin temple depends on your success I swear I'll do my best, no matter what the cost [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] The whole world watch when Deck go live Black and yellow Wu fitted with them Retro 5s Plus the glow all natural, I sweat, no shine Man they love me so much the check is X-O signed You can find me in the pits where it ain’t all good You can find me out of town where the scene all woods You can find me near the safe if indeed y'all could But to find me anywhere y'all got to leave y'all hood I'm fresh off the jet where the time go back They despise that, watch a hater eyes roll back I just laugh, count the money, burn a hydro-sack But if you want it that bad, you know where I post at I seen niggas pay the price for they name in lights And like you can pull it off if you play it right (Psych!) You ain't built for it, you ain't seen the blood spilt for it You either kill it or get killed for it [Interlude: Sample] Your Highness? My Lord, what do you think? It looks quite bad And that means? Well My Lord, I think there's trouble ahead You must go to Shaolin now. Listen, I warn you; don’t fail Sir Shaolin will be under my control [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] You play a dangerous game knowing you lame Now you wanna come fuck with the grain—you insane? Or maybe that’s your man gas, you know your man asks “How you gang gang with yoga pants and handbags?” I don't get it, maybe I ain’t supposed to Comparin' them to me is like Stop and Shop to Whole Foods I'm Scarface at the interview—so rude I'm old school but still cooking the soul food We gotta lot of devils rocking angel wings It’s 2019, I seen Stranger Things Everywhere I appear I'm clear to make a scene I'm Blade Runner, gliding on a lazer beam Water with the alkaline there ain't no doubt in mind I work ‘em out like a mountain climb With or without your love I'll be fine I'll be riding that thin line, I'm runnin' out of time [Outro: Sample] Come now, it's time Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha The Movement[Inspectah Deck] Ye-yeah Smooth like a green Caddy, ya fiend badly Heads spin like Giovanni's on the Navi Hammers spit, quick as the darts, niggas part Like the Red Sea, test me, I'm sick with the art Been held back, it's either rap or sell smack Black Knight like Martin Lawrence, run tell that It's the I-N-S-P-E-C-T-A-H Livin' life on the line, I hope I see daybreak This is ground level, rounds echo out the Special Be easy, U.D.'s out to get you Throw it in the smash (so fast) Known to spaz (go ass) We like strippers makin' niggas (throw cash) Smoke the blue green (call it topaz) Fake thugs (hold ass) You be the next rapper (fallin on ass) Wanna measure my size? I rise above the norm The urban icon ridin' on the eye of the storm, fool [Hook: Inspectah Deck] All my people from the front to back If you want it like that just.. MOVE! Get ill, no time to chill Yo, you feel what I feel then.. MOVE! Girlfriend, you love how it sounds Put ya drink down and.. MOVE! COME ON! COME ON! COME ON! COME ON! [Inspectah Deck] What ya do now, put ya loot down You can bet it on the new sound Heavy like a Hummer on deuce pounds True hounds, on the loose in ya town Bound to the move the crowd, it's The Movement (you down?) Scream at the top of ya lungs Pop one for Aaliyah, Left Eye, BIG, 'Pac and Pun Ride with me shotgun, rock with son Heads bop to the drums, still shocked and stunned Come alive y'all, gangsta like white walls On the blue Snoop Deville, watch ya eyeballs Blade stay choppin' the track, game top of the pack I spit flames y'all acknowledge the fact Find out Big Rug get it poppin' like that Throw it down like Stackhouse, cockin' it back So ladies? Is you wit me now? Don't fake down Everybody brace yaselves, it's a shakedown [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] I do this for dough, but it's really for love Feel me, it's love for hot girls, willies and thugs My groups cross seas, call us junglin' thugs And it's sure to move ya feet like a gun in the club I blaze like a ounce and a half, stay countin' the cash For all lames that doubtin' my craft He's no pretender, he won't surrender (He's a rebel) Don't y'all remember? A major player in the game Play the frontline, ain't afraid to make a change I stay way beyond range So far from the norm my code name's Doc Strange Now get down with the get down Sendin' missles to all my dogs in the big house Make 'em wig out, Spiderman still on the web Log on like ya clickin' the mouse, yeah! [Hook] Game Don’t Change[Verse 1] The nigga that all of the talk 'bout Plates on the table, got knives and forks out Nines and four-pounds clappin' like proud parents S.I., red-eyes off the loud package Corner G, born a G, talk so raw You couldn't nod harder off a D-Boy Magneto pull Brother stay, custom made Twelve hundred spokes on a vehicle City slick, sip liquor with a 50's kick I keep a grip, pretty bitch, and a sticky spliff From a place called try and test We're them shooters, they let it fly quicker than step It's the come-up, "Yo, whaddup boss, where the work at?" Ten G's a day on a pole, shorty, twerk that Yeah, that's get it how you live it While niggas get mad tryna figure how you did it Twenty-four seven, three-sixty-five, mind on the money Friday night, eyes on the honey Rebel lean on 'em, no prometh Saturday, fuck around, blow the whole check [Chorus] Chase paper, see what the streets make of you The victor or the vic just to name a few If these walls could talk, they'd tell you what the neighbors knew The game don't change, the players do [Verse 2] I spent countless hours countin' thousands a hour At the stove with the Pyrex, mountains of powder How I hooked 'em with the blue chops Wildlife, rumble with a few cops Checkin' out the view from the rooftops Starin' at the Verrazano, thinkin' that there's gotta be more 'Cause these four corners is all that I know I'm a monster, feed my hunger Neo with the red pill, all I see is numbers It's like a jungle sometimes make me wonder how a nigga ain't catch a body or go six feet under Government informant, secret indictments Seen a nigga leave with the judge when he was sentenced Resident patient, basic, it's that gritty Got a one-way ticket down to Rack City Careful though, they layin' cats flat, back to back The Feds snap your chat, no app, fact V.V.S. chrome spin, your domes spill New enemies, used to be old friends Yeah, that's how it go when your power grow They wanna put out your fuse when you 'bout to blow [Chorus] Chase paper, see what the streets make of you The victor or the vic just to name a few If these walls could talk, they'd tell you what the neighbors knew The game don't change, the players do S.O.S.[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Shoot em on sight, sight, sight Shoot em on sight, sight, sight Shoot em on sight, sight, sight Shoot em on sight, sight, sight Another mission, Street Life, gun talk, Sir I [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Don't push me, because I'm close to the edge Livin on this thin line, I know the ledge Allegience I pledge strictly to my comittee Way above the law, we soar the inner city My crime pays, deep in the metro, nines blaze Shorties watchin plus adoptin my ways In the PJ's, the heat blaze and beats raid Can't see the cage but can't leave the Streets Of Rage [Verse 2: Street Life] It's a Shoot On Sight fair, warfare prepared, arm yourself beware hardware tear through your flesh and bones bear Witness stand clear Flash the Wu-sign to see if my comrades is in here P.L.O. began this, 99 bananas Wu extravaganza, cops scandals and guns, a S.O.S Prepare for the slug fest, unusual suspect disconnect your outfit It's a dead-end Street, I play for keeps release Shots through your fleece, retreat, delete you from the crime spree [Chorus] Shoot em on sight, sight, sight Shoot em on sight, sight, sight When you got beef wit one time, S.O.S When you standin on the front line, S.O.S Niggas wanna steal your sunshine, S.O.S When it comes time to do or die, S.O.S For the five-oh that brutalize, S.O.S Before you try suicide, S.O.S [Verse 3: Street Life] Street chronicle, wise words by the abominable High honourable, rap quotable phenomenal Seniority kid, I speak for the minority Ghetto poverty fuck the housing authority Not to be idolized, I deal wit grand larceny Money laundering, auto theft, and armed robbery 99 regiment torment your resident Street intelligence child, Killa Hill pedestrian Sucker for love-ass, niggas catch a gay-bash Slim-Fast from the gun blast burner, I last The S-T-R, double E-T, own a Desert E Keep it closely, I feed off envy and foul energy Your best friend's your worst enemy Thug therapy until they bury me, it's do or die tonight Shoot out a street light, bleak life Aim at your windpipe, squeeze tight [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] In the parking lot, parked in a dark spot The specialist wit one shot been at the drop Your Highness INS, darts catch your body Feds got me on watch with nothing yet to charge me I strike quick, movin on the night shift Rollin wit those who been the same likeness Where I come from the blast make your ears go numb Trust no one 'cause murderers range old to young And death don't discriminate, to choose your fate Shot wit hypodermic sword wit the trey-eight Gotta hold your weight, there's no escape from the mayhem I'm living for now but tryna make it to the a.m Creeping in the hallways, we always on barrow Calico crept close to over cash flow The neighbourhood watch, the skunks in my sock got me rocked But keep my eyes on the shot clock [Chorus] Shoot em on sight, sight, sight Shoot em on sight, sight, sight When you got beef wit one time, S.O.S When you standin on the front line, S.O.S Niggas wanna steal your sunshine, S.O.S When it comes time to do or die, S.O.S For the five-oh that brutalize, S.O.S Before you try suicide, S.O.S Sound of the Slums[Intro] *kung fu fighting* [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] It's the sound of the slums, drama with drums You pop shots with the corks, cause a problem for some Got the whole city up, floatin' with the semi tuck Roamin' out of zone, and I'm known in the gritty cuts And a Wu Killa Bee co-d, dumpin' off Broad day, no mask, so you know it's me Notice me, I shine like July sun Live son, I'm a rider through provide one Show the CREAM, I bust and blow the scene In a fast car, kickin' up dust and smoke screen Hit a nigga hard as Joe Green, his whole team Feel it, swollen veins, a dope fiend feeling Coming out the mouth, like you won't be killing Yeah, you sold three million but you banned on the block Long guns to your face, pass the mansion and yacht And you ain't retaliatin' man, you ran to the cops [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Uh, all gangstas and fellow MCs, we now meet The threat is now an actual fact, and that's the least The lion paw, ripping your jaw, dismantle face piece You may not have heard or seen, my Murder One Team Something's best untold, crime related I am who I am, so fuck it, if son stuck it We all ate a plate of the best, sipped the fine grapes My rugged lifestyle is survive, I don't apologize Hustle is the road I chose, there's no compromising When the guns is drawn, shots fire Son, all my killas is fam, nothing hired Y'all faggot niggas wired for sound, before the things blast Wait for the train to pass, man, face down We straight from the murder capital town It goes down, daily on the regular Dressed in assassin attire the bulletproof wrap Strap 'em with the bomb to his body, ain't no coming back... No Good[Sample] I miss her secretly And it's no good for me [Verse 1] Used to run the streets every night and day Momma love pray please don't throw your life away And momma used to say, "Take time young man. Use your mind wise and devise a strong plan." Then the devil roll up, with his girl temptation People obey cause they too afraid to face him Me I wasn't even tryna break the mold Just sick of the shit, tryna take control Through the rain, hail, snow gotta make the dough That's the life, right? Slowly it'll take your soul Felonies adding up, just take my rights Relationship goals I had to change my life Got jealous ones judging me Cops wanna fuck with me Wanna get the strap but the seeds looking up to me Living through scrutiny Eyes on my destiny Blowin' on blue dream Listening to Can It Be? [Hook] Dying to keep it so hood At the end of the day you find it no good The lifestyle, wow it feels so good Get the girls, sip the Hennessy and smoke woods You the talk of the town, through the whole hood On your grind, getting money like you know you should Sell your soul for the gold, yeah I know you would Can't knock you, racked up all the dough you could Yo, I ain't gotta tell you if you know the hood Watch your back, though, bro they up to no good [Verse 2] Teach the young ones, help them make their life better See it's cold now, even in the nice weather A lot of attitudes, people being treated kind of senseless So relentless, the negativity is endless Ain't no love in the city's heart This is deep water fit for the biggest shark Murder, death, killed check the crime rate Know what a khazer is? That's a pig that don't fly straight If you ain't straight then you crooked 99% of the time, if you ain't make it then you took it Look, I spit a jewel that the gambler gave you Never count your money, while you sitting at the table And all of that won't even save you 'Cause when you in too deep, these mean streets will claim you All your soldiers gotta move in line Or you could be the one that's on the news at 9 [Hook] It's fine, I know you wanna keep it so hood At the end of the day you find it no good The lifestyle, wow it feels so good Get the girls, sip the Hennessy and smoke woods You the talk of the town, through the whole hood On your grind, getting money like you know you should Sell your soul for the gold, yeah I know you would Can't knock you, racked up all the dough you could Yo, I ain't gotta tell you if you know the hood Watch your back, though, bro they up to no good Trouble Man (Sign of the Times)[Inspectah Deck] Check out the avenue, New York, New York the Rotten Apple We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles I'm currently, servin twenty-nine to life Duckin the searchlight, no sleep for like the third night The big life is trife, got the young kids hyped Cops shoot on sight, heat pipe be blowin through the night The land where you ain't fam, there's no pity Similar to Chocolate City, ten times gritty Hittin hard, liquor's God, niggas plottin on the come off And come off, quicker than the clothes on the stripper And slide like she doin up and down the railing Bitch tailing in the Range with Golden Arms smooth sailin The clock's tickin, somebody's on the block snitchin The plot thickens, phones are tapped, cops listen Too hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girl Cause I married this life and she's my whole world Chorus: {Vinia Mojica} It's just a sign of the times Calmly listen - to these lines.. I'm goin out of my mind Livin - the street life.. [Inspectah Deck] Aiyyo, aiyyo Make me wanna holla way they do my life My life, is like a carousel one endless night Where most die for pies, some holdin their chrome A large percent die for causes not even their own When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone Long live the INS clone they workin on Til then, I hold a section, I stand alone no co-defendant Showin the weapon, this saga had no story endin It's ghetto heaven, and at the same time hell - shots propel The one that missed me got Chanel In the future ruled by computer, I self tutor The music is the simulator, facin the user I do it for those who walk the same road And no regrets do I hold for the path I chose No sleep since the intro, patrol the windows I reminisce, with the chalice and my eyes half closed If I could do it again, I'd probably do it the same Thought I was through with the game, I'm goin through it again The hood life, I'm in it to the limit Couldn't quit it for a digit, die for it cause I live it Chorus [Inspectah Deck] Yo, been around the world but just can't seem to leave The state of mind that causes tangled web I weave Made my home in the heart of it Move like Seagal, "Hard Target" Most want no part of it, it's logic Cutthroat party in the Shark Pit Cold blooded souls carry bulldogs and oxes, knowledge this Maintain and remain sane In the cold world where the rules ain't changed Still Rebel to society, government be eyein me They probably watchin me right now as I'm speakin But all I'm guilty of is teachin you the truth They got proof, so you know I'll be home before the weekend The hood life, I'm in it to the limit In it from the scrimmage, livin it, lovin every minute And every hour, til the powers that be Eventually stress me to the death "Y'all know the science right?" "Death with the intellect" "aight.. aight.." "Represent, I make it hot" "13th.. chamber.. specialist.. from the Bricks" Chorus {Vinia Mojica} Street life.. so trife.. Street life.. for life.. Feels like.. feels like.. My paradiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise.. "Yeah y'all.. uh-huh.." (7X to fade) Russell Jones[Ol' Dirty Bastard Sample] When the MCs came, to live out their name Most rocked the rhymes that was all the same But when I elevated and mastered the time You will stimulate from the high post rhyme You got shocked because you knew who you were rocked Like the sucker MCs, from off my block Talkin' to you, your MC crew Not speakin' 'bout one n-, I'm speakin' 'bout two Speakin' 'bout the thr- Swearin' they can rhyme Wanna battle the God? you'll lose every time [Hook] Everything's dirty that's Russell Jones If you call it unique, call it Russell Jones Real shit, feel it in your blood and bones Straight gutter, bustin' up your fucking dome Russell Jones (Russell Jones) Russell Jones (Russell Jones) Dirty as steak and that's Russell Jones Straight gutter, bustin' up your fucking dome Real shit, feel it in your blood and bones [Verse 1] I'm lit as a stove, my shine light glistening, stones But they don't listen, their position is froze, bro They wishin' to clone, position alone These bitches get type D when I get in my zone Yo, hater wanna bitch and moan, get grown I'm in your face everyday like a zit or a mole I stretch your mouth, like a fitness pro I spit liquid gold Fish and grits flow, swift control Homie winnin', yo I'm different it's sure So highly anticipated to drop, call me Christmas snow Witness the pro, I'll whip it up, chip it quick Get it to go, they talk fast, but they business is slow Friendships tentative, fuck that man I did it for dough And I did it so these niggas'll know Grown men tricking these hoes Like "Hey Ma, meet Vanessa" But just met her doing splits on a pole Whoa [Hook] Everything's dirty that's Russell Jones If you call it unique, call it Russell Jones Real shit, feel it in your blood and bones Straight gutter, bustin' up your fucking dome Russell Jones (Russell Jones) Russell Jones (Russell Jones) Dirty as steak and that's Russell Jones Straight gutter, bustin' up your fucking dome Real shit, feel it in your blood and bones [Verse 2] Battle me dummy, I'm raw like natural honey Ain't nothin' happen 'til after the money All the broads call me daddy, they love me All happy to touch me Snake eyes glow, it had to get ugly Truth be told, I ain't mad to you buddy I gave you 5 minutes of shine now it's back to the money Sonny, I'm laughing you funny I'm wild like cats in Kentucky You get your head cracked, that's if you lucky Flashy or bummy I'm fly still, splashin' your bunny Past hungry, you know where to get it faster then plug me Niggas think it's all lavish and lovely I'ma animal trust me I leave the scene massacred, bloody Mad grungy, fat bag of that funky Restin' in heaven, only way I see these rappers above me Been a savage since pampers and onesies Enter the 36, see if you make it back in just one piece [Hook] Everything's dirty that's Russell Jones If you call it unique, call it Russell Jones Real shit, feel it in your blood and bones Straight gutter, bustin' up your fucking dome Russell Jones (Russell Jones) Russell Jones (Russell Jones) Dirty as steak and that's Russell Jones Straight gutter, bustin' up your fucking dome Real shit, feel it in your blood and bones [Verse 3] Yo Rebel for life, I'm better than nice Lines hold your mind tight, like your head in a vice General stripes, I spot you with the ? the sight I'm ready to strike, I'm sayin' my nigga Just have the bread right Cause if the bread right, Deck there every night Dime under the wings, she looking very nice Certified (Chamber No. 9)Beware the Ides of March Men at times are masters of their fates [Verse 1] Now I couldn't stop, even if I came with ABS Wavy‚ fed‚ cashing crazy checks‚ that's why they be vexed Got they lady wet, 'cause I'm far out, Space Cadet I've been breaking necks‚ since the boombox tape cassettes I ain't faded yet, place your bet, Deck's a major threat Sort of like a portrait of nature the way I take your breath Coast-to-coast‚ no boasting, "Yo, you're the favourite, Deck" Everyday I'm making boss moves, y'all been taking baby steps Pull up in the Navy stretch next to the grey sea, yes Nobody guards homie, I'm straight in the shady set I get paid for rec petrifying like the face of death How I handle these kids, got niggas calling ACS Hate to check me out, no doubt, I'm out the spray the set Aimin' vet, pushing more raw than the way connect Make them sweat, imma blow your mind like the greatest sex Lines so defined, like I wrote it with a laser jet [Bridge] When I introduce you, I'm gonna say, "This is a friend of mine", that means you're a connected guy Now if I say instead that, "This is a friend of ours", that would mean you're a made guy, "A Capiche?" [Verse 2] Certified, rappin' fire verse, once the curtains slide Leader of the rebellion, yo, this could turn the tide Stay killing it, my God, watch the murder rise Input my output watch the server fry I let the burner fly dickheads get circumcised My life is one big dream like in the workers eyes I hear the whispers I heard the murmur lies So what the snakes in my circle I bear no further ties Sir, I, bring the pain like the hurt inside Or when the person died you should've heard the cries Word of wise, fuck with Rebel, it ain't worth the prize 'Cause I be deep in the crease right where the serpent lies I make your lady clap that ass, maybe twerk her thighs Merrily these words go round like a circus ride Trying to tell him Rebel won't be commercialized Worldwide delivery to your curbside [Outro] "This is my friend, more even than my own family" "Is that right? Friend of mine, friend of ours? What do I - What do I call you? Friend of ours? or-or-" "Keep your fucking mouth shut about me. You know what I'm saying? Hey, Don." The Cause* multiple gunshots * [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yo, when we do this, we do it for real We do it for the love, we do it for the money For the cash, for the women, the birds We do it for the foundation, for the people No matter how we do it, we do it for The Cause Yea, yo [Hook: Inspectah Deck] What you in for? What you live for? What you die for? I hope its for The Cause .. What you work for? What you stand for? What you strive for? I hope its for The Cause [Inspectah Deck] Inspectah, rhyme beretta nine in ya sector Wet the scenery with extreme measures Supreme lecture, bless the heads who dare enter The 9th Chamber, dance with the mind bender Surrender your throne, there's no room for pretenders Bystander pollyin worldwide with nine members Distributin, my verbal sharp shootin While I execute the deadliest moves with fine tunin Duel of the Iron Mic bound to spark fusion Movin at the speed of light, nice at what I'm doin Drop it in ya brain like spice, without the five mics Heads roll off hilltops when I strike Sniper aim, stick you up for your price of fame Like the flame, watch you get hot inside the game Recognize my name, I.N.S., your highness I rep for live sets, place ya bets, make ya threats There's no cure, even the experts are stunned My work is done as soon as I've just begun *echo* [Hook] [Streetlife] Strictly, Streetlife, I never play a fan of the fame Just build on my name, and master the slang I'm hittin harder than a lot of artists in the game I'm lyrically acclaimed, rockin just the same Than any MC who ship platinum or gold And only recoup to pay back what you sold Over budget your video, got pimped like a ho Y'all niggas move slo-mo like robotic clones I'd rather be alive and paid, than dead broke My life is like a thin line, on a tight rope A fiend with no dope, wrong way to provoke The man behind the scope, tucked, ready to smoke From the same place you from, different hood, the same slum Mother's third seed, father's first son Bastard child runnin wild, livin foul Ran into some juvenile niggas in design P.L.O. Style, sign my name on the line Your beef is mine, dangerous minds combine, we all carry nines *echo* [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Hitman like Thomas Hearns, bustin while the weed burns Shorty, sixteen, yearns for my crew to take turns I'm a loose cannon, medically examined Found deadly as a plague, soon to spread like famine Splurgin, livin out the dirty version Throwin rocks at the ghetto birds circlin the urban Workin overtime, you notice the shine Niggas scope mine, models won't work Capone nine [Streetlife] We travel in pairs, you got the front, I watch the rear Got money on my mind this year, by all means Put an end to your cold stairs, crush your small dreams What you hear is the truth, fuck what you used to I provide you with street music you can ride to Push through, sound blastin through the sun roof Street surfer, lurkin, thirsty for the loot I'm in it to fuck fans and rock mic stands I work for cash and fans, and die for the Clan Settlement* appeared on promo (radio) copies of "Uncontrolled Substance" {evil laughter} {sounds of sword fight} "Words don't help you" (x4) [Verse 1] [Inspectah Deck] Yo, I got sight beyond sight like the sword of Omen Beats are left broken by the wise words spoken Survive livin, driven by blood money hunger Snakes lay, waitin impatiently to steal your thunder We stay sharp, state-of-the-art, tear the stage apart Razor Sharp poison darts raid the charts Through the underground, some are found changin bounds The gun sparks like the bloodhound and hunts ya down The hood life, I'm in it to the limit Wouldn't quit it for a digit, die for it cuz I live it Before I let go, have correct dough I Bust my shit off, I'm out to blow the lid off, alert the metro I glow like a lazer lights show, your eyes squint Vibrant, true colors, I move swift and silent Livin by the day, hearts are cold like winter nights Got a hot 10 on the dice in this game of life A-alikes in tune, immune to snake bites Roll like the blue coats with no lights, late night Smooth criminal, born original on a lyrical high Perform miracles before your 3rd eye Sir I light up the round table Lockin the king's crown, able to hold it down stable Fatal tech 9's could make mines deadly duties Fatal beauties seduce me, used by a hootie and the blowfish groupie Unruley, fists of fury fly loosely Cash still rules, ain't nothin new, tuck your jewellry "Words don't help you" (x2) [Hook: Inspectah Deck] Some sound-sound like they real top guns But this a true sound, it's a champion Rock the mic in every session Reign number 1, no competition [Verse 2] [Inspectah Deck] Just when you thought it was safe To make a name for yourself, the blows delf You get stripped for your belt, run your garments Feather-weights don't know what you involve in Revolvin in fantasy, ya dilute the solvin My hip hop quoted as an Uncontrolled Substance Rough from the beginnin, whispered in my blood Since my child days, blazed, workin on entery level 50 metal jackets are found, no sign of Rebel The Iyatollah, Kenny Rogers in the game of high rollers Side-kick, Lucky Hands the dice thrower Amputate tracks, blow back the mic holder Godlen ax blade come down, the mic's over Takin flight in the Rover, nobel street soldier Deep cover mission, rap spies be my folder I.N.S. a.k.a. J. Hunter, vocal gunner Known to choke-hold the funky drummer Hunter city tour for the summer The last dog, Wu Forever roar through your 4 runner My all-star team put up Jordan-like numbers Small wonder, get your welcome mats snatched up from under Your cold feet, jacked your whole feat and mad a whole mil' No frills with no skills and bounded to steal This is real, Wu part 2 spark you Reality bites with teeth marks like a shark do Niggas dick-ride by the carpool, Gods rule If I could own rocks, got me toxy at the bar stool Me and my girl boost the underworld, duckin feds Can't trace the blood of my swords, double-edged [Hook] "Words don't help you" (x4) [Outro: sampled girl] Nothin you sell, oh, oh... Who Got It?"He who write the songs.." - repeated throughout the intro [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Festos (who got it, huh, who got it?) Underdawgz in the building, U.D.'s (who got it, huh, who got it?) Streetlife, Size/7, what, Johnny Blaze (who got it, huh, who got it?) Yeah, what, it's a Shaolin thing y'all, get familiar [Inspectah Deck] Truth scholar, you holla up the few dollars I work it overtime, whether white or blue collar I prove my honor, cuz I been through the drama Wu-Chronicles, and I continue the saga Chart topper, rhyme tough as body armor When I speak, I hold the globe like a Dalai Lama The flow is aqua, pa, you swimmin' wit the known piranha The soul father, get to know my whole persona Like Shaquana, from Guyana, stay lace in cabana For papa, she shake her tata's like maracas Fiend for the block opera, your top sponsor Got you locked in the scope of the rocket launcher Stop your offers, cop mine, I drop it monster Let the rhyme inside your mind like chocolate ganja, it's the worst [Hook: sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)] He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?) He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?) He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?) He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs, he.. [Inspectah Deck] I supply the fire, let your headsets be the bomb One song, give you pipe dreams like Cheech & Chong Got dough, cop and go, all else breeze along Be strong, the high last four weeks long Get your eat on, she'll hold you til the fever is gone Got you cold sweatin', and up creepin' til dawn Wide eyed, off the side, no sleepin' on morn' O.D.'ing, just the side effects, so, please be warned Son, I raise your blood pressure like tight jeans and thongs Guaranteed like throwin' the bomb to Keyshawn Put your peeps on, I spice it up like Dijon We be, ease to calm, to the streets we belong Don't be alarmed, cuz indeed the heat is on So hot, to touch me, you need tweezers and tongs If I breathe on the mic, it's left weakened and torn Til he gone, you'll be leanin' like your sneakers are worn, off the worst [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] I got the works, like a Burger deluxe, you heard it was us Got You All in Check like Dirty and Bust' Play dirty and rough, remain thirsty for bucks Seein' dollar signs like today's the first of the month Dunn, it hurts when I touch, flames burst off the verses I bust Some wanna scuff, but ain't worthy enough What? I burn you up rookie, just hang your jersey up I'm on the east side, workin' at a Mercury truck Seen me servin' up the uncut, that certainly crush Murderous, first to bust, expert in the clutch That's my word up, loose links, lurk in the cut On the re-up, be sure to catch a third degree rush Here's your beat up, I keep the cut, verbally plush Keep a burnin' Dutch, heat tucked and burgundy chucks Won't you turn it up, them wit the girlies, they lust It's the dopeman, my jams run your thirty and up, it's the worst [Hook] [Sample to end] A Lil Story[Intro: (sample) Inspectah Deck] (Everything's black, black as death I knew there was something wrong when I saw that light Am I... Am I going blind? Tell me, am I going blind?) House Gang, Urban Icon Your big brother Deck in ya face A/K/A the General Maximus A/K/A Radar, A/K/A Excalibur Sword Bearer, RZA, what up? [Inspectah Deck] I keep a blunt lit, holding my nuts, dark Caesar cut Throw some dough on the wood, things can be discussed I stay thirsty, grind and play Dirty Worthy like James, with Nikes and game jerseys Third degree penmenship, flow is effortless Make the mass congengrate, like they methodists Specialists, I'm ya draft pick, catch ya flicks Heads get right off of this, it's that shit Killa Hill madness, we at it Fantastic like the Four, it's automatic Off with the hinges, when it come down to legal tenders It's business, we get in ya blood with no syringes Certified live, provide the dope side Both coasts slide, my vibe is so fly Sick kid, see me get big with six fig's I flip wigs, let it be known, the kid lives [Hook: Inspectah Deck] Here's a little story, that I got's to tell About the R to the E, to the B-E-L Dipped off the scene, niggas throught he fell But now I'm back making heads spin like Sprewells [Inspectah Deck] With the, eye of the tiger, like Stallone I hit the microphone, my life can't be cloned by Spike Jonze While y'all busy Being John Malchovich, ain't even bout it Come out the house and see the streets, coward With a fainted heart, make easy pray for the sharks And bravehearts, bang hard, and aim sharp On every block, something sold, is something cold At ya back, so nothing's told after the fact Yeah, I dwell where they bring the hell, kings'll fell I try to leave the light, still my name ring bells And I'mma be here for a minute, all in it From the scrimmage, I was born with it, come on, get it If you want it bad, we got automat's for ya fags Take ya manhood, along with all you have It's the Undadogz, hunger, dog, we run the yard Dance with the wolves, and that's the fun part I get my weight up, benchin' the world Me, my man and my girl, thorough in my sec', reppin' my borough Head shots of Henny, plenty broads in they cut offs Send 'em on a date with your boss, when ya nut off, you done off Blood lost, is more than a game, torture and pain It's all for the fortune and fame, I said Blood lost, is more than a game, torture and pain It's all for the fortune and fame [Hook 2X] 24K[Intro: Hellfire] Should split out here nigga, you all ready? [Verse 1: Hellfire] Yo, Hellfire, spit flames, I enjoy the game My full bang I’m inducted to the hall of pain These funny niggas look goofy and they all the same Niggas fronting for the Grand, they adore the fame I like money but I won’t flash the quick cash Got hella chips in the bank and a thick stash I’m known to fuck, thick divas, and amazing sluts You run around with old Cougars with the raisin butt A lot of rappers play tough but it ain’t enough Take my advice, if you lame, nigga, change it up Canary ice in my chain and my wrist watch These new jacks getting high like they Chris Rock They sip lean, mixing percs with the molly pills While other niggas sniff right/white off the dollar bill I’m battle chicken, if you flex, Imma back out I turn your new happy home to a trap house [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Tec poppin’, they don’t get it poppin’ Like we do, we do, we do, nah Can’t drop it ain’t nobody stopping Double U, not you, not you, nah [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] I’m the next Nike egg greatness is nothing No medication for the hatred and suffering Like sanitation all the papers I’m stuffing, heads get faded I’ve been cracked since the days when I hustled it New York survivor, oil supplier, talk lava Dragon breath with Phoenix heat, I’m on fire And y’all liars, get caught up in the crossfire I’m 7:30, too early walking the short wire I’m saying wow crazy You foul a shady, just loud and lazy Me? I change the game like my new born Givin’ you food for thought, you wanna get your loot on I fucked it up daily like Donald Trump, yeah The flow like hopscotch, you gotta jump Shot rounds it’s locked down give up the bread Knuckleheads get knocked down, nothing said [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Tec poppin’, they don’t get it poppin’ Like we do, we do, we do, nah Can’t drop it ain’t nobody stopping Double U, not you, not you, nah [Verse 3: Capadonna] Shaolin, whirlwind, adequate knockout I sentence niggas to the max before they could cop-out I school MCs, I’m your favorite rap nigga I’ve been around the block, you’ve been stuck on the track, nigga You’re voices down low and your rhymes are whack While I been flippin’ that, give me that shit, dimes and crack My darts from the shot bust, I’m taking the shortcuts You can’t get pussy, you’d be paying my whores up This is the bad me, the good me don’t record stuff Razor sharp, hunt you down, rats get tore up Wedding cake, blowing out my candles, leave us better taste Cheddar raise cyanide, and I ain’t even tryna set a pace Long microphone, shoot, I never hesitate Convict, hold my rap in the hand like barbed wire MCs burning my back, bonfire Na Na Na[Intro] (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) Lyin'  around the corner, yo (Na  Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) [Verse 1] Franchise player, get your money right Honeys looking right, what a lovely night Any  form of hate, you're the funny type 'Cause  your boy don't stop, Imma run the lights In the pits, where the bulls and the wolves be All  type of shine, no jewelry The fabulous life, ask, you'll see See I know it's no love, you don't fool me Ahh, we get it lit like the night sky Level  up over Rebel? Yeah, nice try! I can run a bakery, how I slice pies Shorty work her thighs, like a bike ride [Chorus] Front to the back go wild like a riot Right to the left, 2-step, don't fight it Drunk with the blunt head, pour it up, light it (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) Bottom to the top, got the whole spot wired Side by side, you can buy it undivided Party over here, yo, over there, they're invited (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) [Verse 2] Let me slow it down, get you up to speed A heartfelt letter couldn't touch me The body on the track work, one to three Even told the judge "Don't judge me" Greenlight special, anything could go Your boy drop cold like winter snow Ghetto Gigolo that Bigalow She working like a pro she could get it though I'm posted on site, no internet Been a threat, you wasn't living yet You don't want this smoke, it's like a cigarette Place your money on Deck, that's the bigger bet [Chorus] Front to the back go wild like a riot Right to the left, 2-step, don't fight it Drunk with the blunt head, pour it up, light it (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) Bottom to the top, got the whole spot wired Side by side, you can buy it undivided Party over here, yo, over there, they're invited (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) [Verse 3] Parking lot, flippin' those guest lists Whole set gettin' stupid off of Deck's shit Smooth criminal lean, your boy flexin' Fire marshal padlock the exits Yeah, I got it all, call me one-stop You lads stink rappers, you was once hot Moving on the boss time I don't punch clocks I'll be lit on the reg' like your drunk Pops Your highness, and I ain't even claim King Full time on the grind while the dames clean Big time with the shine while my name ring You get it, poppin' bride, we do the same thing [Chorus] Front to the back go wild like a riot Right to the left, 2-step, don't fight it Drunk with the blunt head, pour it up, light it (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) Bottom to the top, got the whole spot wired Side by side, you can buy it undivided Party over here, yo, over there, they're invited (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) What It Be Like[Chorus] You know we tryna eat right Homies in the street life So we holding heat like We going at the beast ride Never get no peice right Tell 'em what it be like You know we get no sleep right Not knowing of the peace life Drama never cease right? Killers on the creep night So we got the cheap ride Tell 'em what it be like [Verse 1] There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from A hundred shells ripped off from out the K-drum Straight from the slums, I'm riding with my day ones Goons salute like, "Hello!", waving the gun Smokin' aces, open cases, broken language Oh jeez, taking straight sides with no chases No respect, no love, so there's no favors Got a brand-new bag filled with old paper Now separate the left in the gross Never boasts, weapon blows for whoever approach If you don't know the cole that is pressing your dome Never old dough, 9 out of 10, the special will blow Better question what you reppin like "is this your man?" You probably never know until shit hits the fan This is the plan, got business to plan Gotta a lick in between your sick hit the fan [Chorus] You know we tryna eat right Homies in the street life So we holding heat like We going at the beast ride Never get no peice right Tell 'em what it be like You know we get no sleep right Not knowing of the peace life Drama never cease right? Killers on the creep night So we got the cheap ride Tell 'em what it be like [Verse 2] Bodies gettin' dropped on front street Day in the life they say its life They ain't say it was right When the plug's started paying the price Competition on the block 20k ain't gonna make it tonight Might make a nigga grab the drill then Catch some niggas lined outside of the building They ain't give it up, he decided to kill them Broad daylight, in the eyes of the children I ain't gotta tell 'em it's real Them numbers on the gangster state big compell 'em to squeal Can't save 'em, can only try to help 'em to heal Fast life, get the money, can't tell 'em to chill I feel your pain, I was raised in the same drama Ol beef, new face, on the same corner They follow with the ways to face the same karma Everybody out here trying to make their dollar [Chorus] You know we tryna eat right Homies in the street life So we holding heat like We going at the beast ride Never get no peice right Tell 'em what it feel like You know we get no sleep right Not knowing of the peace life Drama never cease right? Killers on the creep night So we got the cheap ride Tell 'em what it be like Fire[Chorus] I spit... fire You go... jealous That's... fire (Got the fire) Yeah, Yeah... jealous (Thats fire talk, you heard?) [Verse 1: Trife Diesel] New York Island, defend it, peep the style I invented Silencer on the 40 cal'll cramp your style in a minute I'm vintage, authentic, my brain is tormented Got the physique of a God, I was made in the Lord's image That's word to mama, I was perfectly sculpted Put rappers in surgery in the infirmary posted Place 'em in body bags, and leave them virtually roasted Turn a Moe to a John Doe, I never heard of these culprits I'm back to being focused, reloaded, the book has been decoded It Was Written way before Nas and Hova even wrote it Hear ye, hear ye, please listen up clearly To a King's theory that I got for your earpiece And sadly I came here to tear beats to a shred She say its hard to get it done but it's more easily said Rakim and Eric B., I'm now impeachin' the prez My proposal is indecent, R.I.P. to the feds [Chorus] I spit... fire You go... jealous That's... fire Yeah, Yeah... jealous Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars Put us against all odds, you know we going hard [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Corleone Flow, family at the table Big dollar stacks blocking my view Henny and Grey Goose, my main crew Some are legit, most are straight goon We made it through, those on my side, are who remained true 300 Spartan hard, yet wouldn't be called a fraud But call me young snipes, money, train, all aboard I'm at the Smörgåsbord with two plates in my hand Generale, 100 stripes I got 'em all at war It's shady the biz, in case I get sprayed in my wig Make sure you take care of my lady and kids Before I conversate with the pigs and turn snakes to my nigs I hold the weights and I'm taking the bid Yeah, Salute the Don, official, we in office Spotted on the yacht offshore, talking with bosses Ocean 14 type schemes to get us more rich Out for the grit, no matter what the cost is [Chorus] I spit... fire You go... jealous That's... fire Yeah, Yeah... jealous Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars Put us against all odds, you know we going hard I spit... fire Shorty Right There[Intro: Streetlife (Inspectah Deck)] Yo, what's poppin' off out here son? Yo, hold up, I think that's my baby mama on the phone Damn, yo, hold on, yo hold on for a second Yo, man, you see shorty right there (look at shorty right there) Yo, I'mma call you back in a second, aight? [Streetlife] Yo, excuse me Miss Thang with your nose ring The way your body swing, you make a nigga wanna sing I can tell by the bling-bling, you like the finer things And you highly motivated by what money brings You got a dope fetish, attitude to go get it A little athletic, no need for cosmetics A little bowlegged, street smarts and good credit You got the best part, that's why you actin' hard headed It's a man's world, baby girl, don't forget it But what's a thug without his ladybug, I must respect it I know a woman's worth, ladies come first I'm the Sun, you're the Earth, mother of the universe I know what you like, you go for the street type Who keep the g tight, and hit the G-spot right I just might, call my wife Tell her "Baby, I'm not comin' home tonight" [Hook: Streetlife (Inspectah Deck) {both}] Damn (yo look at shorty right there) nah, look at shorty right there {I need you in my life, girl, girl} (Yo look at shorty right there) nah, look at shorty right there (Look at shorty right there) damn {In my life, my life} [Inspectah Deck] Yeah, checkin' baby girl with the wavy curls Precious lady pearl in the shady world Please to meet you, your dress fit as if see through Niggas treat you like royalty and dream to freak you Diva in your own right, keep your home right Bad bitch with the switch, let's trip the strobe lights Tight with the Power-U, I'll devour you Everything about you, make me scout you No doubt, boo, make me fiend for a taste Your hot like a fireplace, shows in your face Now, come out the closet, baby girl, it's safe Just a taste, of sex, lies and videotape Let's skate, but late on the way, sound clever Drinkin' brown leather, she down for whatever We he call tomorrow, that's the question asked Call it love at first sight, til the next one pass like [Hook] [Streetlife] Look at shorty right there, with the six-pack Lookin' like a fruit snack with the shoe strapped to her knee caps [Inspectah Deck] Look at shorty right there in the blue Range With the two bangs, high in the eye, she's a true dame [Streetlife] Nah, look at shorty right there, with the mini skirt With pink finky shirt, the way her body jerk make my jimmy hurt [Inspectah Deck] Nah, shorty right there, the amazon Six foot three, with the glasses on, built for a marathon [Streetlife] Look at shorty right there with the big hips (where?) With the group of chicks, aiyo, lady who ya'll rollin' wit? [Inspectah Deck] Shorty right there, with the white dude In the sky blue, knowin' she fly, friend is right too... Look at shorty right there! The Stereotype[Intro: Inspectah Deck] 2009!! Geez Yeah, this be that old school type shit Yeah, that Blaxploitation shit (Afro picks, Cadillac whips) We gon' hit you like Truck Turner, with the burner [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I'm the Stereotype, in the zone where chrome meet chrome Hard heads call it home sweet home I rep that, hat to the back, chrome blaze Low fade, blazin' the haze in the hallways Young black nigga, bout to come back bigger Rap action figure, that's strapped with the spitter I serve mankind like a super hero Gonna move the people, with sharp darts to the ear hole And terror spin, veteran style, ghetto child Call his name, hear it echo for miles Check my files, before you get wild, reconcile Trust, I touch kids, but I'm no pedophile The Superfly, I, O'Neal, holdin' the steel With the ounce from the greenhouse bent behind the wheel What's the deal? Dick riders on board In this Bloodsport, I'm like Jean Claude, yes, lord [Hook: Singer (Inspectah Deck)] This thing's gonna be alright (alright) here comes the Stereotype It takes time to get it right (that's right) count on the Stereotype This thing's gonna be alright (alright) here comes the Stereotype It takes time to get it right (that's right) count on the Stereotype [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] The Stereotype, this life, I'm knee deep in The creeps keep creepin', the heat streets sweepin' The greed keeps feedin', the seeds need teachin' Police be seekin', all the ones free speechin' Guns be blowin', young g's holdin' Nerve control 'em, they say that son be zonin' I'm half Huey, half Malcolm, part Martin Mixed with Mark Garvey, sharp as Sharpton A known fact, that I stay pro black I go back like Kojak or Bobby Womack Or maybe Jim Brown, been down from Ground Zero Crowned renowned hero, sound pounds your earlobe Mean daddy like a '69 green Caddy Seen daddy soakin' that fox, she beam badly With more drama than you find in the flicks I'm Dolemite, without the afro picks, I'm flyin' kicks, it's... [Hook: Singer (Inspectah Deck)] This thing's gonna be alright (alright) here comes the Stereotype It takes time to get it right (that's right) count on the Stereotype This thing's gonna be alright (alright) here comes the Stereotype It takes time to get it right (that's right) count on the Stereotype [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] My chain hang loose like I wear my jeans I got soul like Rakim and Grandma greens I represent The Projects, everything hood Big wolves in the woodwork, everything good In the bright lights, Big City, it's ten times gritty Doin' life on the streets, whose biddin' wit me? Regardless, I'mma hold mine down, load my pound Target on the unknowns who roam my town There they go on that bullshit, when it go down You know who the culprit, sure enough The R-E-B-E, L, yell it freely I, call him Stereo, T-Y-P-E Greasy, on the hunt for the big easy Switch the game like plantin' cracks on the D.T Say what you say, G, hate don't mistake me Or play me like a must paid fee, that ain't me [Hook: Singer (Inspectah Deck)] This thing's gonna be alright (alright) here comes the Stereotype It takes time to get it right (that's right) count on the Stereotype This thing's gonna be alright (alright) here comes the Stereotype It takes time to get it right (that's right) count on the Stereotype Framed[Inspectah Deck] I represent myself and my own defense Innocent by reason of no evidence Plus they're tryin' pick the punishment the judge insists My fingerprints were traced back to six gun clips Cop witness, who try and testify on my click He on the payroll that's why I got my prior dismissed This is framework, somehow they got ahold of my flick The night in question, I was restin' home with my chick Then the spot was blown, cops rushed in, shots were blown I jetted out the lab with socks and boxers on Undercover chased me down for three weeks He ceased to interrogate like I might speak But no, I won't tell ya who I work for And no, I won't tell ya who the work's for You can hit me with the book, brick, hammer and all I dig a tunnel or just scale the jailhouse wall Your honor.. [Hook: unknown reggae artist] True me ??? Dem a see me push weight and dem claim dem see me, dem try frame me But me nah snitch, they try and test me me bust my clip Me on de blunts all de time and de gyal dem a wine True dem Rebel I and I, we bust down de sign Try frame me but nah me nah snitch They try test me me bust my clip [Kool G. Rap] They got me framed, locked and chained Cuz some lame on the block was slain Cops came but I ain't pop a flame Hear me ya honor? I ain't dropped a thing I was cuffed, they told me that somebody dropped my name And the time they tryin' to match me with is not the same I was knocked from 8:00 to the time the shot went rang When I woke up, I smoked up and watched the game Then I laid up with my bitch and got rocked with brain Release me from this Elymer Fudd shit, the glove don't fit Too tall for the cop description and slugs don't fit He was hit with a nine right? I bust slugs with a fifth You got any of my D.N.A. or blood up in this bitch? I'm not the guy aligned to fall, this not my crime at all You lock me up, I'm climbin' the wall You want me scapegoat, so stay close, alliance will call With some grimy niggas schemin' on the shines in the hall Fuck that, you and the D.A. spit-shine our balls You can catch up with me some other time, from mines to yours [Hook] [Killa Sin] Come on a plea bargain for what, your honor? Nah yo I ain't do shit, the only thing I'm coppin' is a new whip The night it happened I was lampin' at a deuce flick with two chicks Kim and Chris, we guzzle Cris' on some Rush Hour 2 shit I knew the kid, yeah we had problems, yeah I robbed him Now it's '98 though and the handgun was a revolver You tryin' to play me on an old case but I hold no weight Turned myself in, I skated on them keystone jakes Right description, right Killa, wrong case, I didn't hit him Here's the verdict, not guilty, not tryin' to see a prison Got my life on the line, you wanna grind me through ya system And have my family and my wiz cryin', I miss 'em You buggin', you the same judge that framed K with the drugs Somebody came up dead and now you wanna blame us? This shit is too much, aiyo before you screw us I'll grab the bailiff's gun and light this whole room up {*gunshot*} C.R.E.E.P.S.[Intro: Inspectah Deck] To all those C.R.E.E.P.S. out there Crime Regulators Eating Everday Pulling Stings C.R.E.E.P.S...., they be out there lurking Watching... real low key, though Watching niggas get that dough Just waiting, patient... gon' make your move soon I said "Make it, don't fake it" knawImean? Better watch yourself.. yo... [Hook: Inspectah Deck] If you making money off, you better hold your heat (Don't go to sleep, there go them C.R.E.E.P.S) If you icey with the jewelry and the gold teeth (Don't go to sleep, there go them C.R.E.E.P.S) If you wheeling through the hood, and you overheat (Don't go to sleep, there go them C.R.E.E.P.S) In the streets, they king And mean Crime Regulators Eating Everyday Pulling Stings [Inspectah Deck] Get low sneaks, throws in the street Still grinding, same clothes on the whole week Play low key, lurking through these cold streets Stay smoking, ain't never got no weed At the dice game, watching the bank If it's money, then they plotting to shank, like Saw You saw it coming, but couldn't stop it with tanks Caught your pockets, the watch and the link, no lifers Thrown through the fire, ain't scared of jail Might run through your stash while you making a sale Creeping in the gray BM, then hit you and your lady friend For all your savings at the ATM See them C.R.E.E.P.S. got nothing to lose They take they ass kicking, get snuffed & bruised Get shot, seen and certainly do 'em Unplug the IV, and bounce out the emergency room Still hurt from the wound, to him it's a thrill He bout to, do it again like Sidney and Bill He bout to, hit up the crib, for some ecstacy pills Shot the fiend, cuz he ran to the jiggy and squealed You can find him where the drugs be at, where it's lovely at With the window cracked, scoping with the rusty gat Or at the check cash', focus at your money stack Or at the bar, where them ballers pop they bubbly at [Hook] Until The Day[Verse 1] Been a long journey, they always told me ''don't worry'' Been through so much the ways of the world don't concern me I rise above it, can't front, sometimes I love it Then I realized so many lives died for nothing Picture me tricking, this is blood money, brothers was slain Cause of the game mothers suffered the pain Even though there was nothing to gain We got our life on the line, everybody wants something to claim Life struggle, all we search for is the right hustle Fight the bubble and flex if tight muscle And all you ask for is the one you'd like to love you And if you say you ride, just know that I can trust you Whole hearted cause it's so cold hearted They are zombies, all of their souls have departed Through the good, bad, the ugly I'm Eastwood Trying to eat good so I can sleep good [Hook] When my seeds grow old and I'm weak and gray That's a job well done so in peace I lay Until that day comes I'mma lead the way Won't be a stray until I see the day When I leave the streets and earn a decent pay When I'm feeling that peace I put the piece away Until that day comes I'mma lead the way Won't be a stray until I see the day [Verse 2] My travels acquiring knowledge, grab a handful Shaking the dice, living life on the gamble I won't slow up on the daily getting dough up I probably won't live to see my reward, fuck it, so what? I can't complain, well can he stand the rain? Yeah, I'm sure the storm surely get a man to change There's a lesson in everything, the best go through it If you ready for anything let's go do it I wanna see my niggas free out the cage Or get blazed off of diesel and haze They'll be amazed on how things changed Should the youth take the blame? Time marches on Still nothing stays the same, I'm so focused Grabbing hold to every moment Getting my stance, this is the chance, don't blow it Fake none, this is what you waited for from day one Make no mistake, son, I pray when the day come [Hook] Get Ya Weight Up[Intro: Inspectah Deck] You know what it is... H.G., U.D.Z's S.I.N.Y., 10304, get big Yeah.. Wu-Tang for life [Inspectah Deck] It's like World War IV in the field, daily ordeal Wolfpack diggin' claws in your mill Ducking blue coats tossin' the steel, it's all real My lifetime of crime, I never talk or squeal And I move with the coldest around, I be holding my ground And I'mma hold it til I'm thrown in the ground So I'm blowing rounds and I'm known to carry six New Jacks in the City, get "Burned" like "Larry Fish" Daddy rich, bitch magnet, I hand you a fix Spit bricks on the mix and make the avenues flip Cali grips on the regular, beretta's a fifth Jumping out, nappy whips, watch ya neck & your wrist No question I'm reppin' my click, specialist From the young'ns to O.G., checkin' for this Play hard on the graveyard shift, cigar split Far quick, when the shit jump off, you heartless This is S.I.N.Y., Killah Killah Hill 10304, home to gorillas in the field Yeah, what up all my niggas out there 10304, home to gorillas in the field [Hook: Inspectah Deck] Ya'll wanna ride with us, get ya weight up You want it live & direct, get the pay up From the projects, blocks, we on our way up Animal Ways of Life, you get ate up To all my ballers & broad, y'all stay up Try'nna make a mil' a day before I lay up Hot like the pot you got, you cook yay' up I'm with the foulest in town, so play straight up [Inspectah Deck] I hold it with the bolo grip, solo controller strip Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over with So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles bare House Gang, keep it fresh lik supper ware The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your mouth Gamble with the wild life, cannibal out Give this full course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette Or with the mask on peelin' the tech Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep Annamette with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette Scoop me downtown, cop the bread and back to the 'victs Twist a blunt in front of Jake and still mash on the strip Face swift with the rap shit, stacking them chips In the pits, stick shit, cats packing them grips Bad bitch with the black six after my dips She like, this your pussy, and she splash my click See my name on the wall, not a fake or a fraud Niggas straight, like an inmate, try'nna make the board Make way and dues pay for sure, I lay law, stay raw Cause a 'massacre' with no 'chainsaw' Have y'all talk about it, but you don't want war See my wolves eat the bones and they still want more We be foaming at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eating So without reason, pounds are squeezing The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and CREAM Bitches ride like the Scream Machine Caught a taste of it, the chick strip, clean out the jeans Next thing she was smuggling coke between the scene [Hook] Who Run It[Intro] Yeah, it's lit, yo Dan This  beat sound like niggas want some money and somethin', man, fo' real Hellfire,  Inspectah Deck, Streetlife (runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin') [Verse 1: Hellfire] Let's talk facts, niggas know that my gun'll blow Eliminate  any question of "Who run the show?" So  when its time to go to war, Hell unleash the violence It gets fatal like a case of the Zika virus The  book is closing, no time for new members here We gettin' paper, sellin' well 'cross the hemisphere The bottle is pourin', model's is whorin' All the vehicle be top, be exotic and foreign If  a nigga try to flex then his body is fallin' His last place to breath be inside of a coffin Every day I plot ways of how to get to this bag Hit the plug for ten bricks and that we split them in half See real niggas shouldn't respond with sneak disses My fifth letter ring in your mouth like freak bitches (runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin') [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] No matter how you roll the dice, you know the soldier nice Flow sharp, you would think it was a Logan slice Grab bae, hold 'em, tight while I blow the site Like, hit a niggaquicker than a cobra strike Yeah, you know the price, this shit'll cost ya, we own the night Shittin' on you orifice, niggas wanna sequel when the bus is rollin' ODB, nigga, please, you must be trollin' I adjust to no one, wantly fams within arms reach Violation of my fam, that's when the arms reach Why they hatin'? 'Cause we takin' Takin' mad trips to foreign lands They ain't even on vacation Whole scenery change, new greenery, strange Couple mamis and bikinis to flame Only MV I fuck with, jeeps are stridden It's gold time, no time for the foolishness Who run it [Verse 3: Streetlife] We run it Rebel I engage the call all morning Pull up curbside on your block, who want it? Hop out, guns drawn, nigga, you runnin'? Nobody move, or catch tubes to your stomach While you talk about what you gonna do, we done it This is nothing new to me, it's getting redundant (runnin') Who run it? You run from it, America's Most Wanted Still gunnin', I stayed flooded Streetlife, I spray hell's fire, I'm a known Arson I got mad priers, call niggas out like umpires You's a damn liar, you didn't shoot, it was a misfire We run these streets like car tires You just squire in your own empire, you's a dick rider (runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin') [Outro] The Wu-Tang were naturally enraged and they challenged Shaolin but all the other temples, they mediated. Our chief, Abbot, as a gesture of peace had to withdraw Shaolin. So Wu-Tang took Shaolin's place. And after that, they became number one. (number one, number one) Vendetta[Intro] Yeah, back from the dead It's the Rebel I Soldier I told ya I shall return, yeah [Verse 1] Y'all done fucked up, lettin' me live, something's got to give I'm positive, you're gonna all pay homage Believe me, I ain't lying down that easy And that thought applies for those who proud to see me Through the distraction, I was wounded in action An act of betrayal, but I knew the assassin Now I pack a vengeance like Steven Seagal I'm back from the trenches to even the odds and... [Chorus] You hear the rockets red glare? The bombs bursting in air? Gave proof through the night, that I stood through the fight Yeah, the Rebel's still here, what? You hear the rockets red glare? The bombs bursting in air? Gave proof through the night, that I stood through the fight Yeah, the Rebel's still here, what? [Verse 2] Y'all better rock y'all hoodies And hold your girl tight before we pop that pussy It be so real, I don't need no deal My mass appeal make a marvel out how he so ill Y'all time is up, try your luck, y'all wind up Fucked up, before you even recognize I struck Roll with the live dozen, got all eyes buzzing With strong rhymes cousin, been a long time coming Break your weak links, in the chain, fuck your mink and your reign Son is lame, plus he thinks it's a game But, we about to apply the heat (the heat) And snatch him up out the driver's seat I put my life on it, post up like who want it Blast off with the force to send y'all in orbit Wild like whitey's in the mosh pit, yeah we gon' start shit Pack 'em down, then corner the market [Chorus 2] To all my real MCs The ones without a deal MCs The ones who kick the real life music Let's link, them niggas can't move no more units To all my real MCs The ones without a deal MCs The ones who kick the real life music Let's link, them niggas can't move no more units [Verse 3] For life I'll be underground, their first thought Was yo, "How did he survive with no commercial support?" Damn right, I miss the corporate politics and tricks Where the SoundScan is rigged and contracts are fixed I sit in the pit where the grime exist Legendary, they still loving my rhymes from '9-6 Now I'm back, that's my word as I reveal this shit By choice or by force, y'all gonna feel this shit, ya hear? [Chorus 3] Yo, this is all out war I'm calling on all outlaws Son, they new to the art, ain't true to the heart Who's down for the cause, huh? Yo, this is all out war I'm callin' on all outlaws Son, they new to the art, ain't true to the heart Who's down for the cause, huh? 9th Chamber (Manifesto)*laughing* [Intro: Inspectah Deck] The real hip hop is over here The real hip hop is over here The real hip hop is over here [Inspectah Deck] Blue and white, Yankee fit, HG's, they the shit A-list, the basic, the basement, the greatest shit Prototype, show you right, high roller type Fly over night phenom, recon soldier type In the street, been a beast, industry entity The remedy, my chemisty, the synergy, is meant to be INS, Max Payne, pump through, the track vein Make the move, act strange, fold 'em like, crack pain Black bang, lick 'em down, guns don't, make a sound Thirty eight, danger pound, everybody, gangsta now I'mma ride, I don't hide, get mine, bottom line Big time, papa shine, stop mine, you out your mind D twelves, hold me dubs, females, show me love Stunting, son? Know he was, blunted, son? Know he buzzed Quarter G, fresh kicks, quarter P, fresh piff Corner don, what I'm on, always be, that next shit [Hook: Nas sample (Inspectah Deck)] Pay homage, respect, acknowledge the rep Niggas is this and that, I'm just the best (Honor the vets, still causing a threat Knocking heads, no problem to Deck) Pay homage, respect, acknowledge the rep Niggas is this and that, I'm just the best (I'm INS, braveheart in my chest I don't follow, I don't mob with the rest) [Inspectah Deck] Killa Bee Part 3, RP Trilogy Heartbeat, feeling me, pa be, still a G Moshpit, mob shit, bomb like, Saddam hit Armed with, the hottest shit, Human Torch, arsonist Burn baby, burn it down, two step, turn around Who that, hurt 'em now, Park Hill, murder town Stat boy, that boy's, lord on the track Boy, you 'roid on your back, boy, you 'noid off the track, boy Franken-rhyme, monster mash, napalm, bomb the mass Blaze a line, bong of hash, stay calm, start to spaz Hit 'em hard, hit 'em up, heads nod, listen up Split a dutch, bitch what, this is us, get in touch Concrete jungle-list, stomp beats, thunderist From on the streets, busting clips, to palm trees, loving it Your highness, survivalist, wireless, pirate My shit, ride for this, the cure for this, virus [Hook] [Outro: Inspectah Deck] Yes, you have now been taken to the dungeons of rap Where the weak MC's don't make it back You have signed your pact, with your fate The dungeons... That Shit[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Wu, Shaolin, yeah, yeah Let's stand up y'all What up? We on the rise 10304 types Move with The Movement Its like Roy Jones said What's that son? Y'all must of forgot or sutten word Yo INS [Verse 1] We love fast cash, trickin' on a few girls Spazzin' like the yellow cab, through the new world I walk slow, slaughter order like new kicks On some Wu shit, two chicks shootin' my flicks Might creep through ya town all wrong, half a bone Twenty inch chrome illuminatin' off ya dome Like OT status, the one to get at Never sweat that, I'm focused at the X on the map Treasure chest stash, the guest house attached Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat Fuck the media hype, I fir the stereotype Name ya price, then let me get my hand on the dice All my life, nine out of ten involved in the heist Only for a-alikes with the target sliced Now the parasite blinded by your neon light Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see [Chorus] Heads get ripe off-a this Thug all night off-a this Ladies fight off-a this This is That Shit The Projects flip off-a this The trees get lent off-a this Crash your whip off-a this 'Cause this is That Shit [Verse 2] Yeah yeah, niggas stay showin' they teeth, knowin' they weak We supply you with the fire son, cope with the heat Roamin' the streets, slowin' the Jeeps, ownin' the beat No sleep, chasin' papers, stay focused, it's deep Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the crime rate Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw aque Been around the world, put a house on the hill But still greasy like the corner store grill We roll like Vegas dice, pay the price Watch me roll straight strikes in this game of life See me, Yankee hats, John John, blue boots on Movin' in the Ucon, schoolin' all the newborns Mommy get ya groove on, ya bustin' out ya outfit Lovin' how ya move on the floor, baby bounce it Big boys step through, they all step aside They all mesmerized man, y'all recognize [Chorus] Heads get ripe off-a this Thug all night off-a this Ladies fight off-a this This is That Shit The Projects flip off-a this The trees get lent off-a this Crash your whip off-a this 'Cause this is That Shit [Chorus] Heads get ripe off-a this Thug all night off-a this Ladies fight off-a this This is That Shit The Projects flip off-a this The trees get lent off-a this Crash your whip off-a this 'Cause this is That Shit Heads get ripe off-a this [Verse 3] Some will bite this, Rebel INS your highness Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you bare a likeness In the pits where it's high risk, I work the Nightshift Like this, like that, put pressure on rap, cheques stack Watch a sex trap, shorty through an X in my 'yac Caddy stretched black, don't question the fact I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth track Count weed, bag green, blue, purple and brown Crown King with my down Queen lurkin' the town Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid gettin' big Feel that, I peel back, heavy into ya wig For the fugitives and big timers moving bricks Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to this Son hit it like Arabs, the world don't curb haters Don't quit ya day job, ya girl know the words [Chorus] Heads get ripe off-a this Thug all night off-a this Ladies fight off-a this This is That Shit The Projects flip off-a this The trees get lent off-a this Crash your whip off-a this 'Cause this is That Shit Really Real[Intro: Carlton Fisk] Aiyo, INS, yo, these niggas talking real stupid, again Nigga, you know what it is, nigga How you gonna stop the real, nigga? It's impossible Nigga, fuck is wrong with you niggas, is you stupid or something, let's go [Carlton Fisk] Aiyo, go against House Gang and handle the war In the streets we ain't asking who you handling for Wave my hand have you faggot niggas hugging the floor Scarface, shower scene, Angel blood and the chainsaw Shells hit your car, tear your frame off Beef got you covered like the faggot niggas, bodies in steak sauce What you think I brough all these lions and apes for Shotgun pele timey, dumping your face boy Baby, it's a jungle, I got animal taste for Real estate cards, plus keeping my safe full La Banga, Donnie Cash, I'm catching a case for Duct tape your face, then, empty your safe off Soldiers got more than 8 balls, you just a running back Play the front line with handoffs Carlton Fisk, ready for the stand off Five hundred grams, half a man, watch me get that man off [Fes Taylor] Real shit, we tryiing to get a mil quick Son try and block the shots, right after the steel clip Click, go and get your clique, crews, squads, bring 'em through I'm so soulful, flow like a singer do So bitches love me, I live like a swinger too Niggas scared to play in the game, I brought some ringers through Go ahead, say my name, the type to look for drama I snatch your chain, test out your body armor My reputation like Jeffrey Dahmer, I eat niggas You running with rappers, I get money with street niggas I put fire to leech niggas, gasoline homey with cheap liquor Burn unit see the picture C.S.I., S.I., chief retire Rest in peace La, cut 'em like a pizza pie I need paper, cop cars I don't even drive I am not a rapper, nah, I don't even rhyme Just speak true life stories, that's on format So I use these fake ass rappers like they was doormats Taylor put in work, no W-2's So I don't file taxes, I just hustle my way through [Hook 2X: sample] I'm the real real... I'm the real real... I'm the real real... I'm the real real... [Inspectah Deck] Born with the struggle, used to hustle for crums Filling blunts in the building front, thugging for ones Full clips fly, nicks, dimes, something to pump Whole clips fly, whips, dimes, nothing to son City boy on the corner, I was so involved So the drama, I embraced it with open arms I'm trying to shake the fame, hoping I can break the change Everyday the same, who am I to make a chance When my niggas risk it all just to play the game And the youngings going through it, trying to play the same Through the rain, through the fire, handcuffed by desire Cynthia son, forgive me for the sins that I've done [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Stop the real, really? You only feel me if you walk the same road Talk the same code Still dwelling in the hell, and find a time to make a home The few who escaped with trying to find a safer zone I ain't waiting for Obama, never doubted him, I"m proud of him He real, he'll spend a couple mil in the housing then Seeing is believing, my vision is blurred Cuz I ain't seen nothing I heard, really nothing but words The bottom line, I'm still stuck to the curb Sky high, but it wasn't the sherm, really nothing but herbs I risk it all for the cause Even if it's war, with the law, I won't pause I can't, won't, don't stop, I ain't got an off switch Dying trying to live it, just to get a small part of it My squad is sick type, that you don't want problems with Rolling like seventy mack trucks, what's stopping it? [Hook 2X] [Outro: Inspectah Deck] You gots to be kidding my niggas, I worked too hard Fought too long, I'm standing on my own two The Neverending Story[Inspectah Deck] This is the greatest story never told The life and times, seventh episode Based on a dad that I've never known Mama raised me to hold my own, but I went against the grain The tracks of a tear, show's the pain Trapped in cage with the shackles and chains, I lost my grip Try to handle the game, through the fire, didn't happen to change You can try and kick it with him, I ain't listen, I was trapped in my way Young and dumb, buzzing off that 151 Proof Backshotting shorty on the project roof Wow, look at him now, came a long ways from the hallways Coppin' on four, 4 and Broadway I was 16, working the triple beam Catch a vick, jack a whip, anything getting this CREAM The fiends had him falling in love, and the fiend became me I needed more than drugs [Hook: Pleasant] If you look in my eyes, you see what I see Take a look at my life, you see why I'm me Everyday on the grind, I"m fiending my seed Try to seek out at dying, that's where you'll find me [Inspectah Deck] I heard the homey say, this can't be life, this can't be us He can't be right, or maybe it's true, or maybe it's you I say it's the devil and all the things that he persuade me to do I'm holding back just for making the news, chasing haze with the booze Doing the tango while they playing the blues Loose cannon, attracted to the neon Little RC stepping up with his G on, he on I learned from the corner dons, the cops, the cons The sugar daddies, the tricks, the johns I was quick to get involved, addicted to it all Got MY GED behind the prison walls I risked death just to rep where I'm from I got slapped in the head with the gun Second to none, perfection with my kids it become Cynthia's son, forgive me for the sins that I've done [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Sleepless nights, vampire fiesting on the darkness How could I see the light? Grown-ups try to lead them right Still catching felonies, they telling me, everything gon' be alright I'm like, I ain't try to play the fool, I just want a plate of food Pay my dues, hustling to make to make it through I'm same as you, but I'm considered lucky Cuz my buddy's in the grave should of made it too The stress and the pain, my lifestyle destined to change Lord bless him for the rest of his days May he be everything that he say, give him strength to be a leader Or to lead him astray, the sheep or the pray Mama used to say believe in this day Situations force people to change, I"m so deep in the game I will never be the same The devil be the blame, that's the reason I sing [Hook] Swordplay (Remix)Yeah, yeah, yeah, Rebel I.N.S., your highness AKA Ayatollah, the high roller, title holder For my nigga J-Love, Brace yourself.. [Verse 1] 1, 2, yo, yo, I swing swords, one into four like Charlie Ward Clep shooter, crash the SSL Boards Should of scored when it come crunch time One time tryin' to steal my sunshine No time to unwind I put my hand on my hip, don't let the black chrome slip Loose lips cause full clips to fly on the strip So I walk swift, toatin' a Johnny Walker fifth Niggas talk shit, real heads be spazzin' often From the Shao borough, that be the sec I claim Test my grain, find the cause of death hard to explain With the pen still smokin, I drop the next lame He got the same hot flame before the cops came I be makin' heads spin, like Dayton While takin you back to phat tags and breakin' This is Menage-a-trois for your mental, diggin' out the instrumental I drive you wild like a rental [Kung-fu movie dialogue] (x2) The Tiger and Crane techniques. The tiger’s fast, tough, fierce, hard A sick one - your swordplay, inspector, has much improved [Verse 2] Yo, hittin' there like Thomas Hearns Bustin' wild, the weed burn Shorty sixteen, yearns for my whole crew to take turns I'm a loose cannon, medically examine Found deadly as a plague, so it spread like famine Splurgin', whippin' out the dirty version Throwin' rocks at the ghetto birds circlin' the urban Workin' overtime, you know it's just shine Niggas scope mine, might as well work for for po-nine But who's sign, light up the city like it's Gotham? Startin' from the bottom, then work with stardom Hit 'em with the anthem, words never forgotten Modern-day marksman, Killa Bee squadron Armed and dangerously crash the party While he be toxi on dark Bakardi Next thing you know, lights on time to go Bitches cursin' niggas out, like they ain't got dough [Kung-fu movie dialogue] (x4) [Inspectah Deck] Shoalin, Killa Hills, 1-0-3-0-4 Rebel I, terrify, S.I.N.Y And what, tear the gut... Animal Rights[Intro: Carlton Fisk] Marksmen Productions, House Gang, Animalz U.D.'z... I.N.S., I see you, daddy (we on the rise) Diz' I see you, daddy, hold ya head, B.S Big Den, London, rest in peace Why Million [Hook: Carlton Fisk] It don't matter if it's heaven or hell, dead or in jail You put me there, and I'm all right (Animal rights) It don't matter what hood, I'm good, any state, I'm straight I'm getting cake, and I'm all right (Animal rights) It don't matter what habit or ghetto, classic or metal I got mine, and I'm all right (Animal rights) It don't matter where you from or you at, nigga, front and get clapped I stay strapped, and I'm all right (Animal rights) [Carlton Fisk] House Gang clap together, wack whoever Porsche Kayan, '04, the color of pepper See you fronting when I pass through, my plate got cameras I'mma House Gang, Animal, nobody can handle us Roam the strip, quicker than ya Nextel flip Run ya lips, I'm not the next to trick Overnight, bagging extra clicks, war infered submachine Extra clips, mini stash lab, extra kicks I'm on G street, rolling the purple While these little niggas pumping cracks, walking the circle And some say I'm negative, somedays, and some way I remind all these new niggas of the old way Trey eight special, dirty lurking in hallway How could I be scared to death, when I'm not scared of death Bitch, I'm prepared to rep, yeah, either you ride or ya done, let's go [Hook] [Donnie Cash] I'm an Animal, that kind that handle business for delf So when it pop, I'm in the hood, like the engine itself Type of nigga you can in the late night, black down In the hood, in the hood, eyes red as a break light And everyday I'm posted up, different jerseys or fitteds You know the business, so I'm dirty as an open cut Crack bombing the stash, black gats armed with the mag That put you rap cats, moms in the bag You hear the blat-blat, honor the flag I stay strapped like a backpack, that's that, honor of Cash My brother's keeper like a mom or a dad La Banga, Raider Ruckus, Carlton and Cash, Rebel I sparking the draft I was the baddest, but the smartest in the class So ain't no smacking in regards to my math I'm from the Staten, and I'm all right All night, stacking my cash House Gang, Urban Icon's, we got this in the smash [Hook] [La Banga] I hope you motherfuckers is ready, we handling heavy Bats, ratchets, machetes, could assault you deadly Which ever we choose to work, shit, you ain't ready You hardly the worth the argument, you that petty For fetti', I grab the ratchets, and, focus it steady Come through with a murderous dart, recite on medley I got rights to go bananas, ammo is heavy I got the green light that get in that ass, like a wedgie I'm liable to pop up where you won't expect me My stealth mode, could get up on you quick like Freddy And watch ya, facial expression, as the horror expresses The moral of the story, should eliminate all questions Hear the voices of my chorus, shouting out our rights We about, our own laws, so we do what we like Call it free will, our only concern is a weed bill A moon is a big ass e-pill, fuckers, be real [Outro: Carlton Fisk] House Gang... we making our own rules Yeah, on the town, nigga.. walking out Cuffs and ID's... let's go Quiet in the corridor, we make noise Raider Ruckus... Marksmen Productions Coming, bitches... Big City[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yeah, yeah, yo [Inspectah Deck] We pray for a better today, Glocks and berettas spray Everyday, how did I survive yesterday? I can't call it, cops shot the alcoholic The fiend saw it, he got the gun, he want a dime for it The hood life, chicks and thugs, crips and bloods Dippin' on the judge, pushin' whips and drugs Burnin' big buds, gettin' love, spinnin' them dubs For the taste of it, the low lifes'll split your mug It's the home of the brave, the zone of the slave We all want it, but gettin' it's, a whole 'nother page The young guns wantin' respect, flossin' the tech Bitches wanna strip, now it's all for the check Yo, everyday, lives at stake, pies to bake Same knife that cuts your throat divides the cake For the hustlers, thugs, who scheme to survive And all in between, scream "Fuck a 9 to 5" [Hook: Inspectah Deck] In the bright lights, the big city The thieves stay crawlin' at night, with eyes shifty In the bright lights, the big city The fiends come sortin' the price, with nine fifty In the bright lights, the big city They squeeze off, lustin' for shine and die quickly In the bright lights, the big city The streets take a whole of your mind, it gets gritty [Inspectah Deck] Daydreams, bought and sold The high price we livin' might cost your soul Secret indictments, furrows, with roll hoes Codefendant, I hope he don't tell what he knows Exposed to a life of crime since I was nine Gettin' money by design, despite the time Hustlin' to be a man and feed my fam My wife, my seed, my land, completes the plan Please understand, either legal or scam I see the thieves in the van, I can't beat the man Still monster ballin', eatin', speakin' ebonics Wit foreign cars, custom made clothes and chronic Bank rolls and prophets, shine solar powered Fine hoes that's bout it, long as you keep they nose powdered Obey street laws, careful what you say You can play, but you might not make it through the day [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from goin' under, I'm used to gettin' over I'm deep in the middle, indeed the heat sizzle For the littlest beef, even the seeds keep pistols Foreigners talk funny, friends they want from me But all I need is long money and a strong honey I need it "fast", I'm "furious" like Vin Diesel I'm lookin' at my plate wit food for ten people So, do what you gotta do, do what you want to The blocks hot like a sauna, cops try to pawn you The fiends trick you, dude behind you wanna get you On the grind, your best friend'll talk for a figure Walk wit a nigga, see it, don't talk about it, be it Don't walk around, then beat it, we all bound to feel it This ain't the town (for real), so watch your tour (that's right) What's goin' down (what's up), its poppin' off [Hook] [Outro: Inspectah Deck] Gritty... Born Survivor[President Barack Obama sample] Our most induring responsibility to future generations [Cormega] They say God don't like ugly, blessings are upon us Bush hated niggas, now the President's a brotha Whether you in the gutter, or your residence enormous That shit don't matter when death around the corner Before your book of life ends, recognize the author All praise due, things you do bring karma Your seeds shouldn't eat cuz you beefing with baby mama Will be the one you need when police raid the corners Ain't nothing but niggas fronting, shitty drugs and drama Girls who want Prada, women who want powder Children are more violent, from living with less guidance And don't learn respect til they bidding with old timers You walk the same path now they road is wiser A quiet man's a giant when his code is silence Speak volume, loud dudes ain't always liver My city never sleep, I'm a born survivor [President Barack Obama sample] No matter how much money we invest in our community How many ten point plans, we propose How many government programs we want None of it will make a difference Atleast not in our predicament We also at the same time, don't cease more responsibility in our own life [Inspectah Deck] I slang base and that powder too, team was the wildest crew I seen what a dollar do Broke nights fiend for a pot of food Lean on the block rude, cream got 'em popping tools And they don't stop to get it, get it Four shots'll wet your fitted, four cops'll get acquitted I roll dolo, I don't ask for love Niggas be acting up, afterwords catching slugs Every hood got heaters, many generals defeated, heavy metal pop frequent The world crazy foul, how we suppose raise a child Face a trial, bail over eighty thou' In the street life, you game, player? Haze make the pain clear, eight days the same stare So mama say a prayer, cuz I'm out there I'mma keep talking til they here [President Barack Obama sample] Providing guidance to our children Turning off the TV sets, putting away the video games Helping our children with their homework Teaching our daughters to never allow images on television to tell What they're worth Teaching our sons to treat women with respect That what makes them a man is not the ability to have a child but to raise one [Inspectah Deck] I thought the block was all there was to life Surfing on the drug sites, meeting up at nights And I got tired of roaming hall, got wise to protocol And I got mines with no regard So all I know, is all I show So all I see, before I go That all I am is the truth with this land And this roof over head, and this root to the futute fruits Worth more than your Gucci boots I ain't trashing fashion, I like to do me too Still I'm guick to pop it off With the model broad or with the Molotov Light rocks at your tank, might make me Take the safety off and pop it in your bank, like You see me, I'm major I told this story to a class of 9th graders They saying 'Fuck school, we some fly gangstas' I gave 'em something that can change their life later [President Barack Obama sample] That's a message we need to send It’s Not a Game[Intro: Donnie Cash] House Gang... get right or get left Yeah... yo, yo [Donnie Cash] Yo, they never catch Cash flippin' or catch Cash diggin' In his stash, for his last, while these fag hags listen I, cash that cooking, I fast like, put it in the bag Flip the crack til that fag ass listen, if Cash need cash fast, listen, it's so bad It's no mag, when I let the mack blast hit him Then I'mma make a black bag fit him And casket every cat I catch with it, like I bag fast with 'em And you can feel a back draft with him I empty the clip, but don't trip, but you can catch tags with him I'm glad that they mad, cats flipped them The black make that ass dash with 'em, or that ass grasp for them I pass like, gas in a Jag', flap drippin' And with stash in the dash, leave his fag ass limpin' Stagged cause he bagged that shitting I'd rather have the last laugh rather then ever to laugh with him [Hook 2X: Suga Bang Bang] You think it's a game, until I'm back again I said we hittin' you up, and now you lay it down Say, it's not a game, when I come around Niggas in them black trucks, rolling with the mack tucked [P.C.] I go harder when the pressure's on, think of the mess I cause Will go from beefing and arguing til a weapon's drawn I'mma be the one who set it off, you who I'mma set it on Drippin' on that thang with a steady arm I'm never scared, stay very calm, move And I shoot through the roof, of your coupe til ya head is gone You know I always got that magnum I with I'll have you 'one-two steppin' like Ciara and Missy I blackout off a stack of that stiffy And spit line after line after line, ain't no baggin' when with me I'm bout by business, big chips, warn these niggas Or I'mma have to wreck something like a car collision [Hook 2X] [Inspectah Deck] I kick the raw shit, get chips from grippin' the cordless My broads flip, wicked like Halle in Swordfish With long fifths, long dicks smacking the back side Willie Dynamite style, mashing the black five Attract fly dimes, do I, come and see me like I got something two-for-five, dude is live Dick rider move aside, do or die C.S.I. on the scene when them rugers fly Pusher-pusher man stay with the work, still playing the dirt With two guns up, spraying the verse Been flames since the day of my birth Still flame til I lay in the earth, on my way in the hearse I'mma a modern day Langston Hughes, my slang rules In the land, where the vets get banged and bruised Bottom line I'mma say and'a do, throw the dice off the wall Get right, snatch the bank and move My time now, I paid my dues, I represent My environment, House Gang, waive ya tools My time now, I paid my dues, I reprsent My environment, House Gang, waive ya tools [Hook 2X] All I Want is Mine[Intro: Inspectah Deck] It's not Jacob, but you can still call me the jeweler You know how I throw that jewelry on you And this one right here, this is just a tennis bracelet You rock that with your white Nikes, and your white tee Sunny Dave' style, ya'll feel me? Come on [Inspectah Deck] I dreamed I was top of the world, watching the world Awoke to a room full of smoke, gun at my throat I dwell in the heart of the hell, but never fell Po'nine scopin' me the whole time, they close behind My wants just as big as my needs, so it's agreed To strap up, tie these shoes, provide the school A wild out, had to hide out, in China's house Then run free, down to 1G, and hungry I won't fold, from the chokehold, I broke molds Fake ones, fake as they come, waiting to front I fight if it cost me my life, toss me the knife To move up, I do what I must, but who to trust I came from the grain and remain mentally stained The hardships, starving artist, it's obvious I'm 'raging against the machine' to make some CREAM That's how we live, just grab your kids, now we big All up in The Source, we flip and win the toss The law say, lock 'em away, vow to this day The world is ours, we the loud ones at early hours Striving, for a new way, my dues are payed [Hook 2X: Inspectah Deck] All I want is mine.. All I want is mine.. All I want is mine.. All I want is mine.. [Interlude w/ Hook: Inspectah Deck] Yeah.. I mean, yo, we grinding out here We got our lives on the line We got oddballs watching us We got fucking thieves, crooks, murderers Gangstas, we got all types of shit we gotta watch out for Let alone, your right hand man'll send shots to wet you, son Shit.. [Inspectah Deck] My conscience beggin' me chills, steady we build I ask, is it back to the cracks after the raps Where I'm from, used to be fun, soon'll become A deathtrap, mental setback, forget that I'mma do this, for that all I am, call out a man Black like Sidney Portier, boy, beware The future's now, my superpowers could move the crowd The road I follow, so far to go to see tomorrow I'm close to the edge, my folks are mislead Some, lose a step, lyric clueless, they choosin' death That's the wrong vibe, the strong survive, known as they strive Now watch me, top of the key, dropping a three In my fate, the biography state, I would be great For now, I milk the cow, build it from the ground More or less, continue conquest hard as it gets The promised land, ain't promised to a honest man So, right or wrong, I'm fighting on this life long Now let me live, set for my wiz and seven kids I hit the block focus like Mr. Spock And whether, rhymes or crimes, all I want is mines [Hook 2X] [Outro: Inspectah Deck] All I want is mines, what they expect us to do? They taking programs to a channel, man You gotta pay to be locked up, you ain't getting no jobs Niggas got three/four kids, four or five baby moms No crib, living out they cars and shit I got to get mines... then ain't no stopping I'mma do what I gotta do, and I'mma rep for my set My nigga Case rest in peace, my nigga, I'mma see you The'll never take me alive, the'll never take me alive.. Dolla Signs"We talked about this, Al." "Yeah, we talked about it." (pause) "YOU talked about!" Dolla signs in his eyes, they on the prize, sure to rise, move, make her feel like he paralyzed, tryna (get that money!) Big bomb in this socks, he even sell it to his mom and his pops, gotta (get that money!) That ain't a gansta lean, that's how we walk, tottin' heavy machines Plus his name is "no-no never he seen wherever he's seen" Seem to keep his head on the C.R.E.A.M. by any means (get that money!) See the look on they face it's hard to tell the love from the hate, when you (get that money!) Rain slow, asleep, so deep in these cold streets no sleep for a week, just to (get that money!) So with the cakes and tapes, you know we gotta put the steak on the plate With enough to pay the Jake for the case They just as crooked, look at officer Bates, he on the tape, yeah (get that money!) They gon' tell you it ain't everythin', champagne pours, 'fetti rains (get that money!) Detroit shorty see a nice thing, her lifestyle out of your price range But never tricking on the Vixen, money over bitches is how to kickin' vision But don't go judge my disposition, depending on how hard she switchin', I'm kiddin' (get that money!) I'm talking Wonder Bread, street's is watching right along with the feds, when you (get that money!) Since it goofy dooby, it's calling like Pookie in that New Jack movie, sayin' (get that money!) 24/7 dodgin' the sirens, 247 shots went flying, now you're right here man, this testifying You get rich without trying I ain't lying boy (get that money!) And if you get it break the gang some, like you remember where you came from (get that money!) Now everybody knows you, but no clue of the hell you had to go through (get that money!) Shining when the weather stormy, over time, grind, till bring they stretcher for me Guns and butter, that come with the territory, until they write a better story, homie (get that money!) So now we're hitting on the scheme, 'joyin infinite, green, living the dream, playa (get that money!) I'm talking cash in advance, the bands'll make her dance hit your stance, baby (get that money!) That equal power and respect, they vexed, enough said, protect your neck Like I'm wrong for being Inspectah Deck, forever fresh Nevertheless, favors are never a threat, 'cause I (get that money!) I heard they money make you change, right? 'cause things'll never be the same when you (get that money!) Vivid descriptions of the hood like, painting reflections of living a good life (get that money!) Doesn't matter what pain you felt, play poker with the card you dealt They say the thing worth more than wealth is health And ain't nobody gonna help, you gotta help yourself, go ahead (get that money!) Cradle to the Grave[Hook: Inspectah Deck - repeat 2X] To anyone whoever lost one Survival it may cost one [Inspectah Deck] Yo, what up kid it's been a few years So many blood, sweat and tears shed Ya name still appears in my head It seems like yesterday we floated to Queens Holdin' cream, only 16, 'bout to load up the triple beam Paper chasin', gettin' thrown in the pens over and over again Comin' home sittin' low in ya bed If ya stairin' down on me right now show me the path So I know that havin' my people can close the gaps Me, daily I spar as I tour this world bizarre I've been hit pretty hard, suprised I made it this far Seen your daughter yesterday, she's such a beaurtiful girl Besides today, ain't nothin' really new in my world So I wish you was here, we had a vision and the picture was clear We'd both get rich off this and disappear Your life is over but your legacy's just begun And that is said, only the good die young I guess it's all good [Hook: Mojehan (Inspectah Deck)] Cradle to the Grave (from the Cradle to the Grave) Don't throw your life away Such a price to pay I still feel the pain I remember when Things were so different then But I'll remain ya friend 'Til we meet again [Inspectah Deck] Is Heaven any different from Hell? Is it worth the battle? In search of Heaven I can get trapped too Sometimes I wanna join you, take my place upstairs But I'm not ready to leave my family in despair I know if you was here you'd be rockin' the latest Nike Airs All the fires gear burnin' one, totin' hardwear Or we hit Lennox, check precise set of Lexus Check the message on the pager; "it's two bucks the next chicks" I had to do this, for Earnie Sayon and Aaron Lewis And all my families that have been through this And I know my days are numbered too because of you Aiyo you got it locked, hold me a spot for when I come through 'Til then I gotta be strong, a time bomb One step from doin' life, my rap sees miles long But like simply when I keep holdin' on But I can only hold on for so long [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] It's a Cold World kid, you ain't really missed much It's hard just to get up, it's hard not to give up I struggled tryna move up, I might lose touch Been fightin' all my life for my right to do such To all my single mothers strugglin' Life bitters to the thugs out hustlin', here me To all who walked the long road and met the end of the route I miss you all so I send this out [Hook] [Hook] Gotta Bang[Intro: ?] Yo man, like you see all of them creeps over there man? And you know they ain't cool cuz you know they gonna want some static [Kurupt] I just might slap ya bitch and strip her clothes For fun, and pull out guns like Axle Rose Undermine me, and see your future dissipate Right in front of yo eyes, ain't no surprise Cuz I leave you fucked up, laid out, dilated Pupils, everybody you with, all pupils Poodles to pit bulls, quiet as cougars Maneuvers, silent, violent shooters Get involved in this tangle, try me mane And I'mma hit you so many times I'll be damed If your homies don't feel it, yo mama too I kno about your block and where we bring the drama to I'm more than set, I'm set and more And I said it before with the choppers, I'm war Thug illegal for a ??? to start poppin them thangs Before you say another word, tryin to talk and explain [Hook: Inspectah Deck] Niggas wanna shout my name, best believe we got to bang Squeeze off, pop them thangs, yes indeed we bout them thangs I walk my talk, I'm a boss, I leave you out your frame Haters wanna block my game, don't twist it, it's not no game [Inspectah Deck] Yo, I'm still on top of the game, nd the thrill's still hotter than flame What I spill cause drama to brains, and I ?still drop bombs on ya lane? Killa Hill, still honor the name, the drill's still more of the same More portion to gain, I'm rock bottom, no problem to bang Beyond locks, son got em in chains He knock on them chains, he on the block where they're poppin them thangs Six figure wide ride, broads be flier than dimes She like the iron, she be right be my side Reason why she be liver than guys Niggas plot your demise Shake your hand, look you right in your eyes I only fuck with heads I can trust The usual suspects, the next up, Deck and Kurupt Get your neck cut messin with us, the weapons'll bust Your best bet, just step to the cut [Hook] [Billy Danze] Yo, why would I change my persona, nigga, if it helped me to grow? Helped me to glow, helped me to help you niggas know Helped me to show you niggas I'm the same OG From when the Wu came through like (suuuuu) in the streets When Tha Dogg Pound drops sounds that you couldn't believe I'm on the grounds, lead spray painting M.O.P (What now?) We ghetto mosh pit in this bitch Nigga I don't gang bang, but I'll bang a gang you you mothafuckas I'm tryin to tell you why I'm legit Nigga I will bang bang until I break a spring in the mothafucka I'm with it all day, I get love from Brownsville From Stapleton to Crenshaw to Long Way So nigga ya'll play and you'll get tossed around Cuz I'm focused now and I'm with the bosses now, put your pocus down And if a faggot bitch get one in his abdomen, you know I'm back around [Hook] [Outro: ?] And they jumped me, you understand? I didn't see any niggas, they all crawled up on me You understand? Fuck it, You're ??? Cuz I don't wanna get stabbed in my back or nothin All niggas get stabbed or shot in my back But dig this, I want em got, I want em layin out Get Right[Hook: Inspectah Deck] Get money, get fly, get busy, get live Get over, get by, get women, get high Get right! [Inspectah Deck] Think you can stop us, really? Ya'll niggas got to feel me Peel out Suzuki's, make those Kawasaki's pop a wheelie Cuz only I could hold me, V.S.O.P. control me Better watch those rollies, yo, we crash spots, warn the police You think you know me, cool as Coolie High, co-chief Roamin' the streets, black like no justice and no peace Keepin' the pace, not gon' lose my place, in this paper chase Smell this pie we bake, make your plate, take a taste Make no mistakes, though, some toes gettin' stepped on My name is tephlon, hook 'em like it's methadone Whenever the record's on, set the bomb, test my arm I'm never alarmed, the best are harmed when the pressure's on Back on the block, pull up on the spot, drunk's pop Once a drop, echoin' through ghettoes like gun shots Pull out that twenty spot, what we got's above hot Killa Beez, we run shop, runnin' from the top, it goes [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Listen, baby, work your dance, to this verse I chant Victim of my circumstance, get at me, first chance Bet it's a short deal, good, how ya'll feel Ditech, it's all wheel, gonna make 'em all kneel Givin' the play, million shipped today, who got shit to say? Poured it in Broadway, check me out in the big display That's overlookin', Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn Staten, Manhattan, wherever there's a hood in I dig my foot in, men of honor like I'm Cuba Gooding You was bookin' when they jumped off, but who was lookin' Via satellite, I broadcast the fast light That's right, pass the mic, load me up, I'll crash it tight When in the zone, I lose it, I'll put them blown in fuses There's no explainin', no escapin' and no excuses Move if you true, the kid is due, let my niggas through Gettin' physical and the streets continue to [Hook] [Bridge: Inspectah Deck] Yeah, yeah Ya'll, and that's right ya'll And we goin' no where, it's all night ya'll I love my ladies with jeans that fit tight ya'll For all my fellas on bikes with chrome pipes, ya'll Ya'll from the north, west, south to the east side We really don't mind, we rep each side Haters get mad, they left outside You feel what I feel, then come inside [Inspectah Deck] The eyes like David Caress, so check my following Move with The Movement, that's your only option My coalition, all in position on this mission No quittin', slowly inchin' closer to this vision Won't you listen, couldn't inflict your system with conviction Stop your bitchin', hard times is all you're gettin' See the fire in my eyes, desire in my vibes Liar in disguise, never measure eye and eye On any of us, what, bounce, before you get touched The town's not big enough, give it up, get it shut Down like Studio 54, you know that this be raw, you know that this be war I'm ahead of the game, why lose, it's better to gain, no darts Are ever the same, Deck's my name, I never changed On the road to riches, out to foe the snitches I roll wit chicks who pose for pictures, they rich and hold the figures [Hook] My Style[Hook: Inspectah Deck] My style, sick as the plague Hold ya head, like I'm trimmin' ya fade Now witness the raid, Rebellion, spittin' them blades That'll tear ya "Face/Off" like Nicolas Cage In the brick maze, ain't slept in six days Trippin' off a spliff of haze, rollin' trip trays I need, one followed by zero, he's some kinda hero Analyze This, like DeNiro [Inspectah Deck] I'm not the man, I'm just one of the men You don't wanna cross me, I'm like a hundred & ten Truck Turner burning the steel, child style working the mill Like I still kill, serving them crill Can't stop til I'm splurging a mill', gorilla lurk in the field With my lean on, swerving my wills Full time with the grind, like nine on the limb Lone Ranger, so I don't conspire with them Got men that'll fire the sem', see me sliding with the diamond Like four or five of them, inside the Benz It's the, main event when son slip through Old timers recognize, with the young kids too Damn right, I'm still 1-6-Ooh Young G out to get his due, you can't fit his shoe In the hood like graph' on the wall, snatchin' it all Niggas hate me, I'm just, having a ball Yeah y'all, still hang in the halls, or macking them broad Or at the fiend house, bagging a raw And I'm alright, sending y'all a kite Boss tight with the mic, y'all call it a night It's the, gener-al, keep backin' them off Backin' more, throw it down like Shaq in the fourth You a cartoon in back of The Source, I clap off And the, strongest quake couldn't match the force Disrespect me, the eagles'll squeeze, my peoples is G's Who put the work in and breeze in the D's Keep several TV's in the V's, now wise men speak in degrees Had you leaking with ease, fools [Hook] The Big Game[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yeah, major players of the game, still swinging I'm up to bat again, ya'll already know Barry Bonds flow, out of the park with it (Mental Instruments) Let's go [Hook: A.C.] You run through the competition, they treat you like a champ When you winning and you make it to the big game Dive in a pile of riches, fly bitches Chain fridged when you, make it to the big game Get money, big money, big fame Spot packed out, and the fans entertained They like me, we go hard when we play And that's how the fuck you get to make it to the big game [Inspectah Deck] Early on the paper route, blood on my hands Cannons and lasers out, cool as a fan standing in Satan's house Show 'em what my name about, boss of myself Turning your lady out, talk is cheap, shut up, pay me now Hands on the dice work, stopping your bank Shorty you're light work, Comic View rap making my side hurt Talent's in the mic worse, drama to rank Feels like my life cursed, down to go out, what's the price worth Seats leaning with the rod held tight In the BMW g'ing with the Roswell lights I spit gemstars, splitting your dome and I double up Everything, heavy swing, bringing 'em home So I'm sitting like a king on the throne, like I used to be The right hand, now I got a thing on my own Showing love for all my ringers home, quoting my name You niggas been a clone, homey can't swing in my zone [Hook] [Raekwon] Revolvers with the lazy eye, late for my plate frame You crazy fly, screw the tip off, jump in the baby I More papers, law makers, all of us jaw breakers is on Vaticans in action in all ages All my teams armored, from all the way to bulletproof socks Hit me in the calf, it's no option I won't fold, destined to make bail Call up my Norfolk niggas, tip that bill, we can't play jail No time for RICOs, kids ego Fucked up the game, that's like sticking your eye next to the peephole The next generation of dumb niggas, we built the legacy These bum niggas, got invaded by slum niggas All mine battling, we gonna battle for mansions Branson and more bottles of Gallo A villain slash genetleman, blowing with nine thousand Indians I'm the Chief, this the millennium [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] After all that I been through, critiquing all that the kid do The moral though, I'mma continue We hungry, son, you ain't seen gully You Wesley at the Carter, New Jack City, you G-Money I beast money, feet stay fresh off the runway Hotter than a summer day sunray, I must say Truth like a Bible page, twenty flow said night or day Twenty warheads at you right away Play maker A-gamer'll sell the house out, silence the nay sayer Throw a shout out, to all my major players Deck take it out the park, Barry Bonds stance They wonder, damn is his performance enhanced? Rumble in the jungle, blind to the pressure See, son's cool, million to one odds, he come through I leave your trunk blue, holding your head, stuck off the one-two Turn up the game, I just begun to [Hook] [Outro: Raekwon] Live and direct, Staten Island 10304 USA, all the way to muthafucking Africa Back to Pinkin Avenue What They Want[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Pop in peace.. Once again I gotta rise from the dead Like the prophecy has been fulfilled or something So be it.. [Inspectah Deck] I know the code, I'm a capital G., still surviving lowkey Brain shifting, pitching out of the V Bottom line, you got a problem with me, my name pop in the P's Fuck a watch, I got property deeds I don't talk, won't spot me with D's You can spot me at the spot, with the next top model from Queens East side six rider, won't stop at the freeze Where them, coppers'll squeeze and them boppers is G's Where it's regular to serve the curb, when I splurge the word Now break bread, break birds in thirds Whose y'all I never heard y'all herbs, never burnt ya herb I run circles, all you work y'all nerves I'm a legend watch me work my swerve, on the verge to surge You understand it, if you learn the words, it go [Hook: Inspectah Deck] This is what they want, son, mansions and yachts For a taste of it, the'll off ya top, ayo This is what they want, son, big dreams and CREAM Bitches ride like the Scream Machine This is what they want, son, but they fail to get Cuz the radio don't play this shit, yo This is what they want, son, real talk on wax Never mind bout who did the track, man [Inspectah Deck] This is that get low, blow your 'dro, sip ya hypno' Three miles a hour, NARC style in ya whip slow Big city glow, I rest where the semis blow And sleep with a piece, the streets won't let me go So, I'mma rep, til I'm dead, in my physical No, I'm not Biggie Smalls, I ain't 'ready to die' Or ready with the infrared, his head's ready for I Live from the mosh pit, they black Jennifer's eye It gets like that, when you grinding in the pits like that The overtime, never quit type cat Stay low, posting up like Shaq Catch me stepping in the crisp, uniform like Max in white cap I'm back, so true to myself, I shine black Like that, then I get you more for nine flat I-N-S, House Gang on the plate, I buy that, like You cross me, and ah, nine's clap, and [Hook] Serious Rappin’[Intro: Inspectah Deck] INS, your highness He returns, the revolution, will not be televised It will be taken to your front door Brace yourself [Termanology] It's the aura, don't break or take orders I drink holy water, they follow me like the Torah Getting tore up, for months, out in Europe Deck told me, Term, you're up, don't curl up We making cheddar out there, smoking on some leather couches Stretching ounces, been about this bread, baking coke mountains From Law Town to Staten, to Boston to Manhattan This is what you call serious rappin' The serial scratcher, murder materialism ratchet Fearing the blackness, til your soul drift in where you passing I gotta be a thug angel, smoking angel dust Who can I trust, I'mma bust til my stainless rust The devil harm me til my pillow soaking wet and steaming I see the demons, they creeping in my biblical teaching So just remember if I'm next to split, catch a clip Catch a ditch that I wreck the shit with Inspectha Deck [Hook: samples] "INS, your highness" "Termanology" "Planet Asia Medallions" "Murder rap, spray at your dome" "Serial scratcher, murder material" "Murderous math" "Catch a clip" "My turn is right" "Catch a clip" "INS" "Termanology" "Planet Asia Medallions" "This is what you call serious rappin'" [Inspectah Deck] I'm cold blooded like Rick in his time, you can see me prime time At the top spot, sitting with shine I leave 'em froze like they sniffing a line, while they bitching and crying You find me always in position to climb I swing like Serena, hard as Medina, we can be the beast to Keep mamacitas moy bonita I breath ether, 103 fever Spread through receivers, infect the true believers Murder rap spray at your dome (Killers don't lurk there) Killa likes hang up the phone He a gangsta, claiming he bold, real loud with the crowd But I doubt you can bang on your own I earn my stripes, I burn for life, I turn your wife My turn is right, you heard me right I learn to fight, I work the night, I splurge the price I swerve on bikes, my word, I"m nice [Hook] [Planet Asia] Yo, seen it all scenery, post-war poison taste basil Meanwhile, casino we was gambling Multi cigar scent drench, cake splashing That's my alibi, to outfits flavors, so taste fashion Handmade hankerchiefs, bottles popping but I don't drink Fuck it, since we celebrating I'mma take a sip Black down, couple of killas who never back down Choppa clappa mack splash, burgendy backgrounds And stiching a tradition that's passed down Murderous math, watch me duffle bag a couple of stacks now At the bottom with mean face, bottling anger Til I got woken out of that dream state Reality is a must, my doo-rag dynasty is to gold rush Gold Chain Military's the soldiers Low and behold us, the poisonous ring promoters of the cobra Planet Asia Medallions, the fucking shogun [Hook] Luv Letter[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Ay, what's up baby? I need you to sit down for a minute, relax your feet I'll keep an eye on the dinner Something I've been wanting to say for a minute So just listen [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I'm just sitting here, pouring my heart, even though Usually, about now, I be touring with the Gods Play your status like I'm MJ, scoring with the broads My love for you is deep, a little more than what's it's called So how am I at fault, we both got issues I miss you on the road, but at home I fight with you At times I might be tight with you, take my life before I hit you Situation difficult to get through You was just concerned with all the bitches in my face I was just concerned with all the riches in my face Grown man, so these bitches know they place I know it's no love 'cause yo they fucking different niggas every day Couldn't wait to hit the crib and see your face If only for one night, the sunlight's gleamin' in our face No love without pain, I still love you the same But still share the same love for the game, and so [Hook x2: Ms. Whitney] Baby, I just got your love letter I'm trying to do better, 'cause now I know better I'm gonna hold you down, I'm gon' stay strong You gave me your word, so I ain't gonna do you wrong [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] There be days when you call him on stage, text messaging All in a rage, you think I'm fooling around But the truth is, I'm moving around, L.A Yesterday to the Bay, next stop Chi-Town Rarely get a chance to lie down, snatching paper with the fly sound All the hoes, you are not down When the going got rough, you ain't jump up and leave But if you did, wouldn't be so tough to believe 'Cause I know I put you through it, woman like you You just trooped it, girlfriends calling you foolish Hang on in there girl, 'cause when I"m finished We gonna live it to the limit, I'ma give you the world Just saying that it's you on my mind, I wish I was there But I gotta stay true to my grind Coast to coast line, strolling the curve Kiss the kids for me, baby, I be home on the third [Hook x2: Ms. Whitney] Baby, I just got your love letter I'm trying to do better, 'cause now I know better I'm gonna hold you down, I'm gon' stay strong You gave me your word, so I ain't gonna do you wrong [Verse 3: Fes Taylor] You told me stay off the block But still held me down when a nigga got locked, yeah You brought me clean drawers and socks On the dance floor tried to sneak in some top It's like my pen be the heart, ink be the blood I know your mama pissed that you fell for a thug I can't wait to give you kisses and hugs just to be right near you Wishing I was, missing your love So close, but it's so much distance between us So I call collect, long distance, hoping you pick up Yeah, I know the Gods try to holla But I'm that nigga, still touch the world getting dollars Just ride with me, mama, release date soon Said I'd probably touch the streets around the middle of June Can't wait to get you undressed, P.S. sincerely yours Always, mama, love, Fes, yeah [Outro: Ms. Whitney] Baby Bump & Grindin’[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Wuuuuuuuu! Yo [Hook: Inspectah Deck] We keep (bump & grindin') we keep We keep (bump & grindin') yeah In the 'Jects stay (bump & grindin') Up top they (bump & grindin') Downtown they (bump & grindin') In the Hill, we (bump & grindin') That's right (bump & grindin') That's right, yo (bump & grindin') [Inspectah Deck] In the middle of the floor, they actin' hardcore With shirts off, flirtin', of course, the Dom pour Segal split, diggin' that hit from way back I gained that lady with the black Baby Phat Stacked in the back, that ass, crazy fat She bump and grindin', makin' it clap Baby, stop playin', why you shake it like that? When you know how my dogs like to chase the cat Hot lights, camera, action, packed in Back to the front, eight cats on the blunt The tracks gotta pump, the rats wanna thump We strapped from the junk, got gats in the trunk My niggas run the V.I.P., B.Y.T Slip pass security to be by me And I might be slidin' that too, providin' I do Invite your crew, and I'll invite mine too [Hook: Inspectah Deck] We'll be (bump & grindin') In the back they (bump & grindin') Up top they (bump & grindin') Right here we (bump & grindin') At home (bump & grindin') Out of town we (bump & grindin') Haters, they see us (bump & grindin') Uh huh, uh huh (bump & grindin') [Inspectah Deck] We at the bar like what? Sweatin' out the Henny, no doubt, we fucked up But not enough, to let you call my bluff You feel what I feel, then raise your cup You holdin' that hydro, blaze it up I'm high with my eyes on snakes in the cut Cuz some be playin' the wall, hatin' it all Prayin' I take the fall, but they small This, it can't stop like Shaq with the rock I can stand in the lot and still smash the spot Got the grass in my sock with the hash and block Might blast your top, don't crash your drop Keep movin', shakin', don't stop What you doin', stay with it, won't stop Til you blue in the face with it, can't stop Til, it's a new day, dig it? Off top [Hook: Inspectah Deck] We be (bump & grindin') Shaolin we (bump & grindin') All the time (bump & grindin') Shorty, she stay (bump & grindin') In the 'Jects (bump & grindin') Tear up the club (bump & grindin') Gettin' money (bump & grindin', bump & grindin') [Inspectah Deck] Damn girl, I love the way that fits Hug your waist and hips, how you sway that switch D.J., keep playin' that hit Watch her shake that shit, I can't take that shit Find you in the back burnin', fat sermon on the wax turnin' Earnin' cash, puttin' work in Certain, to pop it off son, keep it urban Floatin' with some perfect Timbs, powdered in suburban Catch me in the midst, Ninja with the fifth in the gripper Mr. Big Picture, city slicker Who makes loot, sway suits and flavor boots Stay loose off the Henny, the Remy or Gray Goose Make moves like a wrestler, spark your hate groove Make truce with berettas and birds and eight coups Toxi' off the fine bubbly, dubs shine on the buggy Got your eyes blurry, dimes love me [Hook: Inspectah Deck] Cuz we (bump & grindin') New York (bump & grindin') The Dirty Dirty (bump & grindin') Mid West Be (bump & grindin') West Coast (bump & grindin') Overseas they (bump & grindin') In the Benz they (bump & grindin') Everybody (bump & grindin') [Outro: Inspectah Deck] That's right, Phantom of the Beat, ya'll We make hits for the streets, ya'll Rebel I., get familiar It’s Like That[Intro: DJ Kay Slay] Yeah, this that brand new Rebel I.N.S., back on the set This shit is off the dial, Shaolin Style, better hold on to something [Inspectah Deck] Yo, S.I.N.Y. and what Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, head or gut Yes, us, Lexus and next trucks Flesh plush, land plus, extras Cess, dust, whatever get you messed up Test us, get crushed, next up Better luck, we takin' off with jet thrust Under pressure, they can't take the head rush Talk to me, go and take the walk through me Or yours truly, will screw you like a tour groupie War duty, after I'mma call Suzy Tall cutie, she'll do me like a porn movie I burn thousand degrees, nothin' match me You think you out of my league, now how can that be? Son, you follow my lead, playin' the back seat Ya'll ride dicks like a taxi, it's like that Here we go.. [Hook: Inspectah Deck] I roll fat, holdin' a stash (it's like that) Home girl, blowin' my jack (like that) We boys in the mist of the noise (it's like that) We big boys whippin' them toys (like that) We up late, runnin' from jake (like that) And still got money to make (it's like that) From now until we finish the game (like that) The world gonna cherish the name (it's like that) [Inspectah Deck] Downtown blowin' my sound, blew out your Alpines Feel me, I did it for dough, this ain't about rhymes Cash on delivery, not leavin' without mines Face tried to powder my shine, it's about time To politic, poppin' the clip, bust off the hot shit Holler this, monstrous hit, and stop ya gossip I rep, what you expect, I took a set back Crept back, nursin' my wounds, lookin' for get back Forced to bring the pain, make 'em say my name Rings have changed, shinin' like I'm Ving Rhames Or King James, hustlin', I sling game Sting lames, this money makin' things change I bless heads, push past the full macs Left for dead, raised by the wolf packs Black hoods, leathers with the wool hats Draw blood, don't even pull gats, it's like that [Interlude: DJ Kay Slay] Aiyo, ya'll better kick your shoes off And come on in! [Hook] [Interlude: DJ Kay Slay] Aiyo, this is all for my Metro card, one dollar cab niggas Niggas who walk here, and all the ladies who stood on line in the rain With the bouncers who let the thugs slide, come on, come on.. [Inspectah Deck] The streets watch, ya'll gon get ya teeth knocked The heats hot, bustin' til the beef stop Preach not, our goal is to reach the top Knees drop, I light it up and clean shop Built with better design, clever mind Verbal tech 9, light years, ahead of my time And I, walk with, criminals who talk shit We talk business, the blocks is our office Many have come, few that could walk this Roam too far, catch static like a cordless I'm off this, pimpin' a broad, beyond gorgeous Gettin' lost, dippin' in twin Porsches, it's like that U Wanna Be[Intro: Inspectah Deck] There comes a time when you'll be stripped of your stripes Take away the accolades, and look yourself in the face, you know No lactose, just a reality dose We keep it true, yeah, yo [Hook: Inspectah Deck] You wanna be large, you wanna be hard You wanna be God, you're not quite You wanna be thugs, you wanna be Bloods You wanna be loved, is that right? You wanna be friends, you wanna be him You wanna be them, you act like You wanna be live, you wanna be fly You wanna be high, I gotta be me [Inspectah Deck] Born July 6th, 3:23 With a finger for the world up in front of me Had the gall, had a ball, but ain't have shit Played the hall, played some ball, average black kid With a passion to live and see the lands Without sacrificin' my soul or meet demands I strive for what I live for, me and my Clan And searched for provocative plans to feed the Fam This is no act or mirage, never rocked a corsage Spanned the globe on roam, nobody God See everybody's a thug, everybody sold drugs Everybody rocked an ice cold mug Most killas I know, is either six feet below Or lost in the system, doin' years in the hole It's the changin' of the God, witness the move But your feet not big enough to fit in my shoes, nigga [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Far from the inventor, like Notorious said But I'm quick to pull my sword and it's off with your head I never was a dick rider, you never see me try to Be like that dude, soft, plus, he wack too Put the money on wood, make it all good Then make arrangements, I'm bringin' my hood Pushin' four wheel motion with the sounds and tints In suspense, ya'll snake eyes bounce off the tents See, they rent cars and jewels to fool you In the video, actin' like, that's how they really flow But only a low percentage know Only five every hundred make dough, they say so Oh, you got a rollie plus a six point o But no, you're not authentic, you're just for show Lookin' for the next free ride to latch on In the short amount of time, watch the world catch on that [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] And that's who I be Money back guarantee, if it's not quality This here's official, if not, I wouldn't hit you I gotta be true, I take offense to the issue Not your typical rituals I chant Givin' the chance, watch it rain like an Indian dance State it like Abe, at Gettysburg, bet he's heard Through galaxies, aliens stuck on every word Livin' legend, veteran known to set trend Flex powers on the mic, like the X-Men Destined to hit the hall of fame, quick But ya'll kick the same lame shit Kick 'em in the groin, for playin' both sides of the coin Now who will be the next click you join I stand on my own two feet, truly unique That's the difference between you and me, you wanna be [Hook 2X] 5 Star G[Hook: Fes Taylor (Baker Don) {Inspectah Deck}] What you sippin', ma? (What you smokin', huh?) {Henny, Louis and Don} Meet me at the bar {Fruit colors a charm} (Got it by the jar, chea) {We five stars over here} [Inspectah Deck] Camel on their Yankee sign, on the daily grind New York state of mind, rugged, but my lady fine Fly face, waist 8 or 8, rocking all the late designs Stepping like, ya'll don't waste my time On that Mary J., looking for some 'real love', say you both Got somebody, knowing you gon' still fuck, plus dudes Smother you, don't he make you feel tough Why he suprised when he realize she feel cuz, really though Daddy king size, with a mean stride You ain't seen live, you fucking with these guys She fly on the G-side, sex is a weapon There's a .357 in her Levi's What you sippin', ma? How you doing, huh? The way you shine, girl, you looking like a shooting star She by the bathroom, scope on the soldier hard I pull strings, no guitar [Hook: Fes Taylor (Baker Don) {Inspectah Deck}] What you sippin', ma? (What you smokin', huh?) {Henny, Louis and Don} Meet me at the bar {Fruit colors a charm} (Got it by the jar, chea) {we five stars over here} What you sippin', ma? (What you smokin', huh?) New Ro (Roset) {Bottles popping off} {Popping off all night with some model broads} (Chea) {We five stars over here} [Inspectah Deck] Nothing but cases out, shutting tables down Pay-per-view style, million dollar faces out Hating ain't allowed, so played out, fuck What they say about, I & I, what they saying now I'm a General, you ain't earned a stripe yet I'm the type to cop and go, ya'll the type to price check Different colored cards in my wallet I ain't swiped yet Man, I got a rack of broads, I don't even like yet Yeah, I'm a rude boy, I ain't you, boy I got the money and the girl and the cool toys I"m confident and two boys, ladies call it ooh baby Ecstasy, not the pill, true joy Shorty got a thing for me, she be like INS, you can be that king for me Feel what I feel, hit the bar, have a drink with me You say that shit, girl, but she say she only think of me, link with me [Hook] Handle That[U-God] Shootouts, suicide car chases Pulling loot out, bulletproof Scarfaces Sharp fades, black Clark Gabe Welcome to dark ages, hanging in dark places With dark faces, escaped on bail My souls in the street, police on the coat tails Oh well, got a bitch named Gail She look so good, her tail is for sale Before L's fell, she scrambled the reefer My foot so far in her ass, she can taste my sneaker I pop champagne, like every day was Easter Better, check that bitch, before I beast her Tally the dough, slice the pizza Despite the features, I hold a player's crown I step in your town, snake skin down Let off a round, check it how it sounds [Hook: Inspectah Deck (all)] Statepens ain't part of the plan Need weed, guns & grams? (I can handle that, fam) The pops life, but it's only for fam A quick six figure scam (I can handle that, man) It's real life, I got blood on my hands And make the product expand (I can handle that, fam) Yo, fuck scrams, try'nna front on my Clan It'll only take a grand (just to handle that, man) [Inspectah Deck] Yo, bottles pop, llamas and Glocks, kamikaze cops Pop shots off of dollars and blocks, it's the Regular regular, honor my spot Whether flips, rubber gribs, top shotter stay hot Swallowin' shots of Henn' rock, got the shit locked Whether, gators and crocs, widebodies'll drop Model bitch got vicked, never promised the rock I'm a live one, that's why honey holla for pop Hustle man, I ain't try'nna make a collar for cops Like the, sun in your eye, with the knowledge I drop Or like the, gun on your side, when the drama get hot Chameleon through the streets, cuz they watchin' my ops Full sign with the grind, get it started off top Well known, still home, and your out of the box Record day, with the thirty eight, dodgin' the NARC's Hood to hood with the gangstas, I'm watchin' the plots [Hook] [Hugh Hef] You ain't never been a hustler, why you try'nna act like one now You front clown, you can get twisted like uptown's Heard about your record, you're butt, clown On the Island, deaded on your bogey, how you can't get a bus down? Never heard of you, like a pump pound Call me "Buckshot", believe me, everybody gon' "Duck Down" Catch you while you postin' your pedestool, family so broke When I clap, your mom can't even bet with you Show you motherfuckas what heavy do, hold a lot of weight And you running with "knicks" like Marbury do I ain't try'nna cop the Chevy, shit, I'd rather Leave this pussy nigga bleeding like I popped his cherry When I come through the block, they leary Shit, I got this nigga standing with dogs like the cops at the Ferry Pray to God that my hammer don't jam, Wu-Tang be the Clan Understand, I can handle it man, yeah [Hook] Nightshift* appeared on promo (radio) copies of "Uncontrolled Substance" "Children grow and women produce And men go work, and some go stealin Everyone's got to make a livin" [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yo, yo, murderous specialist tactics In effect y'all, in effect y'all In effect y'all, yo, yo Yea, it's all about, it's all about It's all about how you live it It's all about how you live it How you live it... [Inspectah Deck] Yo, a big time slinger named Ty from Bed-stuy Had all the drug blocks locked on the westside Nickels and dimes, sellin drugs of all kinds But never seen on the streets in the day time When it gets dark and the clock strikes six If you standin on the block, you gots to face the click Prepare to be stuck, young buck, you wanna gamble? Got to pay dues if you plan to scramble Ty has spots, Glocks, knots in the web for throwin away cops He had a piece named Alice, she was no joke Quick to wet a nigga who tryin to cut throat But, yo, Ty was no new Jack, he knew that He was marked for death cuz niggas had contracts He had mad uzis in his crib He paid 300 g's in the boondocks in Jersey And at his lab was the '98 Lex with the rag He never drove cuz he moves in cabs A veteran in art of drug peddlin No one could stop him or knock him cuz he's headed in The direction that gets his click filthy rich For gettin paid on the night shift "Everyone's got to make a livin" (x4) [Inspectah Deck] On the shadowy midtown streets, there's a hooker Crafty-ass hoe by the name of brown sugar Large as a blimp, mad miss wearin garments Like mink coats cuz she cut her pimp's throat The ordinary prostitute, she got the Power U Made niggas come back, spendin mad loot Her style's wild with the blade in her purse Slice her twice before you feel the first Sweatin Madison Avenue high-class bars With plenty of Broadway stars and fly cars Swingin her back to the labs that they rest at Hittin her off with stacks for her sex acts And all types of expensive merchandise Diamonds, gold, whatever fits the price Yo, she didn't need no man, she had the upper hand Walkin around with grands wrapped in rubber bands For real, she was colder than blue steel Millitant bitch with a switch and high heals Daylight strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight quick And at night, she's back on the strip for the night shift "Everyone's got to make a livin" (x4) [Inspectah Deck] Yo, a kid named Keith, he's a professional car thief Cops give him props, his pops is the police chief Model citizen, no jail convictions Night time, flippin on a stolen car mission Roll up in parkin lot, find a dark spot Grab the screwdriver, pop the car lock One hand pose, layin by the windows Tryin to get the dough before the chop shop close No acs, no macks, no Jeeps and cheddars Benzes, Lexes, 50 grand and better Tenants organized to stop his ball But he gots the fall to get paid and make a pocket full Early AM, he's at it again Pop the trunk, snipped the alarm and made his way in Then make his way out without a doubt On a route to get hit, with a nice large amount For the night shift "Everyone's got to make a livin" (x4) T.R.U.E.[Intro: Meshel] Oooh, nananana, no I will stay true, we will make, we will make it through, I know [Hook: Inspectah Deck] It's like every day bullets over broadway, pumping out the hallway With small change, this is how we live It's pop city, gritty ditty bop, got the Glock with me Shots if you not with me, this is what we give [Inspectah Deck] Born by the liquor store, used to hit the store for Mr. George Where them playas and them pimps trick the whores Saw the dope tracks, I sold crack, phone taps from Kojak The old trap, send the fiend through before your home's jacked Chrome clap, shopping through the gate door, killas can't escape war Get rich or die trying to make more Corner store, cop me a four, with the egg and cheese Hancock and evergreen, stop cop from SMDs Young me, used to wheelie the block Mountain bike, Nike Dunks, skunk, Phillies and gwap I watched the older heads shake those dice, same night Watch them, pull out the gauge, when he aced out twice I mean, everybody searching for the same thing, trying to make a name ring And claim king, the lifestyle the game bring Sick whips, linens and crocks, thick women in flocks Or just a cellblock and prisoners pop [Hook: Meshel (Inspectah Deck)] People change like seasons do (people change like the weather) You know I always stay true (stay true, say me) Though this life ain't promised to you In the hardest times will make it through [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] At 16 I hit the Ave with a brick, smashed with the chicks Dipped fast on them dicks, zip bag full of nicks I was bad on the strip, deuce deuce in the booth Blue goose with the troops, fruit juice and a loose On the roof with the city on watch, got that brown bag of chocolate From up top, fifty a pop Since the OGs told me how to get me a knot Since then it's been impossible to get me to stop In the PJ's, where the fiends stay leanin' for days And the V's stay gleam, blades gleaming the raise Where the G's play, they don't need a reason to blaze And the D's stay scheamin' to take me to the cage Cuz I'm living it, deep in this life, and I'mma love it alot Cuz anytime grim reaper could strike Another homicide, it's ironic, son got it Same corner where his father died, hard to hear his momma cry, why [Hook] [Outro: Inspectah Deck] My people, this is for the struggle It's not for the ballers, it's for the struggle You know I got you, it's not guaranteed We gon' ride though, we gon' live, hold your head H.G. is My Life[Hook: unknown singer] I'm an Animal, Animal, and House Gang is my life And I'm gon' ride til I die, ride til I die, til the day I lose my life I'm an Animal, oh, and House Gang is my life And I'm gon' ride til I die, ride til I die, til the day I lose my life [Donnie Cash] Fuck you know about this Animal life, I'm from Homicide Housing By the thousand, niggas handling pipes And we wilding in the cameras and lights, don't give a fuck Who we touch, we demanding these rights It's like we stuck to our hammers for life, so let the cannons ignite From our fam, raid the cannon for life Hold your steel, when you hope a nigga fronting, feel like jumping Got to still waiting, so it's nothing to slump, I'm still taking And if I'm lying I'm dying, and if I'm dying It's somebody coming with me, so somebody come and get me Donnie, you can find me in the lobby, where ya kids be Shotty to the body, and your wisdom Ain't no problems, I ain't hiding, come and get me I'm riding, and my squad is coming with me That's Donnie, nigga... [Hook: unknown singer] Don't under estimate me, because I rough with upstate and blow torch But oh, oh, oh, you don't know You can't take one blow, no, no, no, no [Hook] [La Banga] It ain't nothing to knife you down, box you up Knock you out, use cold water to wake you up Since something horrific await to shake you up To get me aggy, it really don't take too much The weed, the haze, that had me, calm, but I'm ready to jump Not off ecstasy, but when my team thump It's a family feud, homage should only be paid by dues I know killas, who pump John Coltrane for mellow moods Or Al Green when they riding on beef Heat, under the lap, on top of the seat Easy to back out, for unexpected New York streets And the magnet to the problems it bring, that come with it We run with it, survival of the fittest, and you can't fuck with it Go the bus ticket, straight out of dodge Or hit the I-9-5, do a ninety in the car Get up out of here, as fast you can, we know who you are [Hook] [Carlton Fisk] Don't you know when that Animal, end of your sight Either feed him or run for you life It's a concrete jungle, and I'm all right Yankee fitted, white Nike's, and I know apply pressure, bust pipes And my HG's, UD'z, we just the type To do you in, that's my Annamette, checking the ruger And my Animalz, stay strapped, packing maneuver Clappin' is usual, Homicide Housing is crutial Smoke purple when the shadow cops circle the hassle Oh, it's natural, that's the way Animalz play I'mma ride til I die, that's how what Animal live Stay grizzly, Carlton Fisk, that swift, four fizzy With the Lex key, and a thorough inspectery Same shit, different day, know me, the Fugitive's back And off parole, cause them faggots couldn't hold me Donnnie Cash, my little homey, La Banga, House Gang Co-D [Hook] [Outro: Carlton Fisk] House Gang... Urban Icons... UD'z... UndaDogz... and we Animalz Gat y'all niggas, watch out... Yeah... Ruckus... Wooden Soldier[Intro: Inspectah Deck] You know where I come from, (Know where I'm from) (It's that boy) Shaolin baby [Hook: Inspectah Deck] S.I.N.Y. 10304, S.I.N.Y. 10304 S.I.N.Y. 10304, S.I.N.Y [Inspectah Deck] Yes this shit is raw comin at your door Ya start to scream out loud Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hours four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights and plus the cold war Everybody face down on the floor before Hell break loose Like Tom Hanks rushin the shore Brother man stay bout it for sure Big blades on the Escalade, Gettin paid bouncin on the law It's only just a matter of time I'ma flat line your vital signs when I rat-a-tat with the rhyme Don't nah nigga do it like me, White tee matchin Nikes The blue and white fifty-nine fifty I watch the city like my name's Bruce Wayne Counted loose change on a stoup hangin where my crew bang Certified live, Duckin the five With two pipes like Wes Snipes bustin from the side So serious like the Gods in Medina Street sweeper buck shots, The quake off the rictor Gotta have it, Brother Osh popped the 'matic Supreme team, Bags and beams, Rockin carrots Can't nobody stop my grind, Bottom line If it's on I'll put a fool in a box for mine And I'm only gonna warn you once Chew on this, Food for thought, Smash all your fronts And I'ma eat yall frauds for lunch Chump ass niggas ball for stunts, We fuck broads in a bunch You ain't gangst, Son your soft, It's evident For my thugs doin life I'm forced to represent Watch the V12 sit on chrome The same love I get outta town watch I get at home Left shorty back blown when she hit that dome It's like that when I get that jones, When I'm in that zone This is for the die hard who ride hard In every zip code switchin fresh cloths and fly cars [Hook] The Eyes[Verse 1] Through the eyes the windows to the soul Seeing visions of gold Glory or gory? Still a story is told Where there's hate for the hero And the villains are god 'till fate revealed his card Hes still feelin' it hard Now i don't believe in magic ,witchcraft or voodoo Just karma, the things you do come back to you Third eye wide survive Try to stay alive Make a way Just to say You lived before you died Look ahead with faith,not back with regrets Blessed,safe travels on your path to success [Hook] [Verse 2] You gotta have love for yourself Before you love something else The feeling itself Could be harmful to health Trust is a luxury Earned by respect and loyalty The honor make it to next to royalty Some stand in the sun their skin begin peeling Blind to the truth Battling with inner demons Poison in the brain Sure they going insane Maintain through the joy and the pain Its like all we know Bless the children before we go Love is love, that's at least how the story go [Production by Bronze Nazareth] Do My Thang[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Psycho LES, what's good? It's like my nigga Dirty would say "Come on, baby baby, come on, baby baby, come onnnnnnnnnn" [Hook: Inspectah Deck] I make shots ring, watch poppa swing I said I shine in the mind, plus the watch and ring I get down, when I do my thing I get down, when I do my thing Little hot thing, wanna rock the king So I put the stroke to it, and broke the box spring I don't play, when I do my thing I don't play, when I do my thing [Inspectah Deck] Who the block king, nuff rocks and things Any spot that I pop, cause cops to sting Any spot that I rock, gotta pop for C.R.E.A.M For my thugs thats locked in the box and bing I rip the roof off, this dude's the boss To start a war, we can fly and catch my music off I said I'm like Skywalker, when I use the force Bad broad on my side when I cruise the Porsche Cross state line, all drapped in shine I make minds with the tape, or the cakes or pies Shopping fives on you mami, how you shake your thighs Girl you fronting, you ain't cutting, why you waste your time? I hit the Power-U, for bout an hour or two Girl you took it like a champ, how down are you? I said you took it like a champ, like you now my boo Smash it, no attachments, is how I do [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Now watch Deck go, rep sets for dough I spend time with a dime, I don't sweat no ho Son shine with the rhyme, yeah, Deck's a pro And since I lived the wild life, yeah, checks'll blow Come and test I, many heads'll fly I said enough men'll die and the best'll try Any bets on the side, that's a bet for I Pep step with a glide and I rep my side Get your bounce on, we be out til dawn And I'mma bounce with a tall chick around my arm In the Porsche, wicking off with an ounce of charm You were try'nna play that wall shit, you now went wrong Poppa got this, go pop your Cryst' I said, even super thug gotta rock to this She was creeping through the club, I spot ya miss Is you dancing to the song, or is you riding the (riding the) [Hook] [Outro: Inspectah Deck] Just do your thing.. New York niggas do your thing.. Out of town niggas do your thing.. Over seas niggas do your thing.. Yeah, we in the place.. Unda Dogz, UD'z, Urban Icon.. You dig? This is It[Inspectah Deck] I came in the game, young nigga banging for fame In the process, staking my claim And I train like, Leonidas' son, the fire and sun The blood, sweat & tears, grinding for ones Nearly died for it, cried for it, hustle and flow Right from the seed, competing with my love for the dough The hunger it burns, I wondered and yearned, they tried skipping my turn This time, muthafuckas gon' learn About the rap general, Rebel, I stack regular revenue Globally local mogul, vocally soldier hold you Dude faking and fronting, you just say that you want it I'm the next Nike ad, greatness is nothing Who run it, I'm coming, I can't, won't, don't stop blunted Til the dough stop coming, til the hoes stop stunting Label it a rap, case closed, no discussion I'm back to the block, got the whole spot dumbing *instrumental break* [Inspectah Deck] I hear plenty barking, got the semi sparking It's my time, this is it, like I'm Kenny Loggins Empty cartridge like Hannibal A-Team Stop me, wake out your day dream Stay out the way, please, before you have me facing like eighteen It's gotta be, then let it be, I'm straight in them state greens I've been through it all, still stuck in the mud Eating good, living right, still them fuckers a judge Like a nigga can't get no greats, when I hit, make the bricks go ape Cuz I spit cocaine And I'm leaning em, blue coats is beaming 'em, rolling with the team and 'em But really only few folks are seen with 'em Ya'll better mark my words, before it's all set and done I'mma stun ya'll like Spock and Kirk Honor the rep, UD's, Donnie and Fes P.C., Fisk, Banga, straight body a set *instrumental break* [Inspectah Deck] I even the odds, I'm bleeding, I'm scarred A nickel bag in the trunk, believe I'm involved I'm on everything, cuz I ain't feeling the job Your boy Deck's a king, keep it realer than ya'll Or say keep it true, you watching like the streets'll do Hip hop is falling apart, Deck, he's the glue Haters get off me, you sinking my ship Fixing your lips, yapping like you thinking he slip I got a million niggas thinking he sick, a million kids Thinking he rich, a million bitches think he the shit You think it's a game, laugh when you leaking in pain Speaking my pain, hater I'm the reason you came Do What U Gotta[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Yeah I ride till I'm through with the case Through the days use the weights, niggas talk till they blue in the face Been strugglin' is nothing to me Come and see, I get it in like Kobe at the buzzer for three When I'm gone, better 21-gun it Thousand dollar bottles pop, one of the best that ever done it Broke nights dumbin' with the dumbest Sportin' the four-four I bought off a fiend for seven huned' New faces, screwfacin' niggas from a distance One time wait to take a nigga through the system I ain't got time to play I hit the globe on roam, I'm still home a million miles away And I grind so my seeds could eat Sometimes I let my eyes close, and I daydream of sleep And if I should die before I wake Then before my wake hit my wifey off with all my cake Till then, I'ma live it up, pop corks, and split a dutch Walkin' on the wild side, just to get a rush Ya'll better get in touch, laws ain't shit to us Every one I know is God, Earth, King, Crip, or Blood Little nigga listen up I know you loving the life, an' livin' it fly, so high you can't get enough Son said, "Who gives a fuck?" They see I'm making my bread, escaping the feds So why should I give it up? [Hook: Inspectah Deck] Ain't nothing left to do but Hold myself down in these streets and If I feel like niggas test me Got ta' reach out for my piece and I don't run from confrontation By myself I keep it true When it comes down to gettin' paper I'm gon' do what I got ta' do [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] I seen million dollar niggas fall flat on they face Best friends, co-defendants, how you rat on your ace? Scramblers chase, the blood money, hammers on waists Just to trick it on the chick with the candles and lace Believe it, it's real, we all out, fiendin' for meals Fools shot up on the block, left 'em bleedin' and still Nothing worse than power in the hands of fools They play the game but they don't understand the rules Yo, you should understand the jewels I got my life on the line, there's a 50/50 chance to lose Aiyo, my dude, it's bigger than me, but at the story go Why buy the cow when you get it for free? To make a living, it's either death or state prison Deck just ain't quittin', either rep or stay hittin' Ya'll know the motto, hollow points follow you home Al Capone cats, swallow the chrome You get blown back out of your zone Like *pow* to the dome, so watch your mouth, kid Mind on your tone Son, I ate with the greatest, stayed with the latest Eye for a eye boss, ain't with the favors I laid where they murk all day, broad day I said flames will disperse y'all way, y'all play Deep inside the game, wise guys die for they name While the organized mind stay quietly paid [Hook: Inspectah Deck] Ain't nothing left to do but Hold myself down in these streets and If I feel like niggas test me Got ta' reach out for my piece and I don't run from confrontation By myself I keep it true When it comes down to gettin' paper I'm gon' do what I got ta' do Brothaz Respect['Juice' sample] Yup, you got the juice now, man [Intro: Cappadonna (Raekwon sample)] Niggas respect mine (brothers respect mine, brothers respect mien) Respect mine (brothers respect mine) [Cappadonna] Yo, I be, out here, in these streets While you be, in the bed, under the sheets I grind hard, regardless, I'm gon' eat I don't care how many niggas you roll with or how deep Cuz I say one word, now you fast asleep I rebute rappers, that spread poison I come in the meet for him, speak words that make born You in my brainstorm, I sting men that do the innocent wrong Your sentiments, you imagining vain things Neglecting me, but I reign king, savagy and wankstas Is not a part of my main stream, they plain jeans I'm King Original, Tao Wu Tazine Solomon darts, vocabulary Nazarines Come with a sharp sword, I'm justified by all means, back up from my altar Falsehood niggas become falser I came back, and stepped out of the sourcer Respect mines, make me an offer Or face the 36 Chambers of Torture "Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, brothers respect mine" - Raekwon sample scratched up [Inspectah Deck] The General, Rebel the great, I'm on money like the president face Next felony's a federal case New blood, you can never relate True blood, you can never debate, not in nueve tres I spit like a deagle with the speed low Hustle hard, gamble on the game like Pete Rose Respect mine, steppin' with the G code Make a nigga move like cops through the peephole Manifesto, light it like a techno club Outside and don't expect no love Rolling like a west coast thug til the wheels fall off And I be damned if you step on cuz Brohters respect vets, son is a vet Henny rap, feel it up on your chest Green eyes try and smuggle my rep, so upset but you love it to death Get it in, shits, nothing to Deck, he set "Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, brothers respect mine" - Raekwon sample scratched up [Fes Taylor] For respect, I empty shots out of this tech Catch homey at the light, drag him out of his Lex' On the edge like Q on the ledge, you got the Juice now I took a pledge to the streets, since it was goosed down Police move foul, I can move the crowd Freestyle or bang bang, any rapper shoot him down Pull the ruger out, from the Hill to the Harbor Bloomingdale Road, Goonberg, stupid clout Old school money, get it from my grandad So I use a nigga face like I punch a sandbag Ran fats when the van passed My pants sag, scuffs on my Air Max, blood on my man's rag Got the homey loc'ing, I'm still Wolfpacking Looking like Kobe open, just passing Two 4, numbers I rep So my hunger for this bread probably hustle to death, yeah "Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, brothers respect mine" - Raekwon sample scratched up Grits (Freestyle)[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Gotta hang out there Niggas keep counting us out (yeah yeah yeah yeah) Niggas ain't acting nice (back again) Raider Ruckus (y'all muthafuckers thought I was dead) Plans into this shit... (the Urban Icon, HG's, UDZ's) Nigga, I got a... (the Unda Dogz, Live Son, the shit is crazy, yo) [Inspectah Deck] I be House Gang, from the pits we blew On your ass, like the Ravens, number 52 Nickel plates on the "get-u's", my chicks be true Chain hang from my nuts, and the whips be new On the block like the mailbox, airing for block Neighborhoods watch, so we gotta share for the cops Watch you glaring at pops? I don't sleep, stay aware from the plots Bump 'em off right there in the spot This is harder than a prison wall, shut up and listen y'all HG's, UDZ's, physically fit to brawl S.I.N.Y., certified, keep, out of town pussy on the passenger side And crews, east side, splashing the five, mashing the drive Big face nigga, fashion is live Like son, check the bodies 'fore you buy that gun Fuck with HG's, nah, don't try that son Here's a jewel for you kid, you can eye that one Or you can get it fucked up and just die that young I'm from the home where the buffalo roam And niggas don't give a flying fuck, talk with signs up Walk with the nine tucked, leave your eyes wide shut Size you up for a cut, of a single buck [Outro: Inspectah Deck] Yeah, we from the grits, y'all S.I.N.Y., 10304, my nigga Live Son on the track Yeah.. "The Fugitive" Carlton Fisk, what's good? La Banga... Donnie Cash, strong arming this shit Raider Ruckus... We Get Down"Are you ready?" [Hook: Inspectah Deck] You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come round, it goes down You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come round, it goes down [Inspectah Deck] House Gang Undadog, do it for pay Would tell you kill the rumors, but it's true what they say Yo, what they say? He be popping like he using the K UDz, Urban I, another usual day You can see me on G street, twirling the kush Prime time, nigga roll with the circle of crooks Break bread with my G's, they be serving it good What's the time, what's the reason, what's the word in the hood I be moving so you know I got a ear to the block Heard a voice then all that I could hear was the shots Killa Hill, the badlands, we are the cops Where you get popped just when you nearing the top INS, I been there, lived there and done it Still grind, know I comb through the city for hundreds Still shine, though the kid stay gritty and love it He ain't that nigga, you can get it for nothing, hey [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] S.I.N.Y., crossing the water See Stoney got that headcrack, four and a quarter Big unit, pitching this corner to corner Getting gwap see my daughter gross more than Kimora Two stepping to the thief theme, real with this thing True heads represent cuz they feeling the king Pop a bottle, daddy start doing his thing While the goons in the bathroom stealing your bling Man, don't take it personal, it's only the business All or nothing, INS, know me to get it Oak dash, stone driveway, linoleum kitchen Big plasma with the game on, roll with my slippers The shit that I'm on, they ain't market it yet Sick maid with the swift blade honor my rep New Jack City Nino, nigga, growing up fast Get tossed off the fourth floor right in the trash, yeah [Hook] The Bad Apple[Hook 2X: sample] Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan And Staten, and Staten, and Staten, and Staten [Inspectah Deck] I'm from New York City, birthplace of the gritty Dog eat dog, only jakes willing to work with me Watch your back 'fore they lace your sizurp with a mickey Bodies'll burn like dub sacks of purple sticky Kojaks developing Kodaks of your meeting engagements The young guns put pressure on the made men The fiends'll, they'll cap you for your package The mass act savage, living sis selling her ass and tits Your best friend'll send shots to wet ya The badlands, hammers on the waistband, the regular Trapped in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime Cuz ain't 9 to 5 for two-time felons And little man wanna be just like me The sadness thing, he just might be Where the livest, Christiopher Walken, King of New York, and Resort to talking when the heaters on him, grieving on him [Hook 2X] [Inspectah Deck] Ol' blue eyes said, "you make it here, you make it anywhere" Drug wars for every square, bloodsport, the semi's air Now watch where you walk through, watch who you talk to Watch the young Gotti's, the'll off you It's like the mafia plot The fishermen they find more bodies then cops But the shots don't stop trynna get it get it Inside where the broads and the ballers kick it Big city lights, with chicks and ice You living, you victim to them sick gritty types Drooling with their tongues out, guns out, spraying clips Who lay in the pits and pray for a taste of it If you can sleep you awaken by the loud sound Of barking chrome, sound foul but I call it home So keep heat when on the roam, speak brief when on the phone In these mean streets you all alone [Hook 2X] Crazy[Hook 2X: sample] I know it's crazy I know it's crazy, but you can't quite turn away [Inspectah Deck] It's foul in the street, criminal in the street Little child running wild, struck down in the street I'm strapped for the brawl, story of the hood It was written, you can read it in the graph on the walls Long as cash is involved, they blast for the cause And you better break bread or you asking for war Trying to come out the hood, pray for him Cuz he would put the gun down if he somehow could Baby being born, teenage mother Fly baby boy found laying in the dumpster? She couldn't bare the load, she begged for forgiveness Because it's just tears of soul And the world so cold, world so bold Gotta make it so my boy and baby girl grow old Hold my head cuz I could be the nigga in the news Stressed cuz I need these figures for this food [Hook 2X] [Inspectah Deck] I want a better life for my children, I'm building I'm voting for Barack, I just hope they don't kill him I'm bugging off the government, they bugging off the fact That the next pres, gonna be a woman or a black I"m sure what's in store, ain't cater to the poor And I bet many more won't make it through the storm But I take it will be strong, we face harder hard ships Labeled me, low class, treat it like I'm garbage Still I stand tall, rising like a phoenix from the ash My life trynna see it if I can Cuz to me it's all I have, no I wouldn't trade it I just meet you on the other side, homey, if I make it That's why I'm bigger on the grind I'm so close to the edge, cuz I live on the line, and Mankind's heading for the worse We gonna end the world if God don't get to us first [Hook 2X] [Inspectah Deck] My man just lost his job And he was down three, so, now he forced to rob He was good til he caught the charge Trying to live that American dream, a three car garage Man, it's hard and it's ways to go You can't run from it, cuz there's no place to go And there's no face you know And there's no cake to blow, and there's no space to grow [Hook 2X] HoodVerse 1: Rebel INS Berettas and Glocks, consecutive shots Forever it pops, catching double life just for reppin the block Brotheren or not, the cream cause metal to pop When the smoke clears fake niggas setting up shop I knew murderaz who blew trial and came home king Some of ya'll catch a weed charge and start to sing Criminal life, sinister trife, few are built for The section of land young blood was spilled for Not to mention the twenty beans he killed for His fifty cal shells left in the building door Animal rights, both sides hands on them pipes Kenny rogers with the dice how we gamble with life Cameras and lights a blind fold damage ya sights Its real, another brother got hammered tonight Its cold black, co-jacks tappin ya phone jack Livin by the code I was shown by the old cats Little nigga grown now totin a mack Shorties sixteen telling me she blow my back A day in the life the neighborhood hype Johhny got blaze and blaze getting money and money got age He a 86 O.G. who sniff now Sugar hill romeoo cat who bring ya clique down Not only was he sniffing the work They found the wire tap when they ripped open the shirt Its no hurt, the burners ah burst, the murders occur Momma on the strip, daughter learning from her Fish nets with the big breasts working the curb Quick sex for a big check thirsting to splurge Drama at night, the ??? start sparkin the light Its part of the life the high is like bacardi on ice Party all night and pray that ya make it till morn In the cursed earth all things sacred are gone In the hall by the gate door wavin the 4 Keep ya ears to the street or ya face to the floor Either or heat flame for the cause beat jake and the law Keep takin keep bangin for yours Son you'd rather be loved than feared Theres a price on ya head and you can catch slugs from here The drugs the beer had a nigga bugged for years Liviing a lie the mask can't cover the tears Gotta rise up from under the stairs It never rains in souther cal but its thunderin here Just look, the killers the crooks the villians the jooks The flowers by the grave of the witness who looked Mob style in the broad day business is took Dirty cop on the tape gettin hit off the book Heaven for some they squeeze off weapons for fun Tattoo on his back states second to none Hard body who died for his section of slum If its hood than its like that wherever you from I.O.U."Maybe I owe you something" [Inspectah Deck] I'm not the champagne dinner time, spend the night, dim the lights More like the boots on, sex you right, bet ya bike She said, don't stop, daddy, make my boat rock Whoa ma, you so hot, let me that row drop Ahh yeah, get it girl, ready, switch position, girl Doggystyle, rip ya curls, make that body, twist and twirl Work it out, it's your world, know that I don't lick the pearl "Maybe I owe you something" And I can too collect it, I don't except no credit Here's how you clear ya debit, slide out the skirt and set it Mami already naked, ready and fish netted I'm bout to work you breathless, I try not to hurt you precious First let me roll the purple, then I return to serve you For you, like you deserve to, the fire burn eternal Later she hook the plate up, hoping that I would stay but "Maybe I owe you something" She be doing it, doing it, doing it well And she was doing just fine, til she blew up my cell I ain't fronting, I'm still checking, she a beautiful belle She like, roleplaying, got a jungle room at the 'tel She the type that have you creep nights, and fucked up your home When it comes to that man shit, you stuck on your own I know you game me all your love and got nothing to show But yo "Maybe I owe you something" She gleam with the latest on, jeans look painting on I pushed up crazy strong, grinding to a reggae song We broke at the break of dawn, blazed on the neighbor's lawn I gave 'em all, later on, and skated cuz my paper called Stagged off the peach Snap', damn son, I beast that Shorty she a free stack, where do they teach at? Plus she got the deep cat, know I had to creep back "Maybe I owe you something" Just name a spot or place, make sure you rock your lace Whatever, stockings, hey, it don't matter, you're hot as plain Her nigga's locked away, that's why she out to play I tell her "not today", and she ready to cock and spray She do what poppa say, and I ain't got to say And all she say is "let me ride" like she Dr. Dre One day she flip the script, told me I got to pay "Maybe I owe you something" [Outro: Inspectah Deck] We don't shred no paper, we don't even get down like that You looking hot and all that mami, but you know We just blow the back, get it smacked, and that's that And it's a wrap.. you dig? I'm still checking for you though Hahaha, I.O.U. "Maybe I owe you something" Intro[Intro: Sample] Up from the 36 Chambers [Verse] This is uncontrolled A four second [?] it contain Untamed unchanged And the substance is that which holds weight A solid compound Of intense subject matter The uncontrolled substance hits like your hardest narcotic Mellow enough to ease the pain But could also cause hemorrhoids to the brain So keep out of the reach of children Cuz warning, warning Misuse can cause overdose Or other serious side effects Up from the 36 Chambers [Skit] - yeah what's the deal nigga ? = yeah what's the deal ? - I know you got some of that shit, don't you ? = no man I sold that shit - the niggas up in the [?] told me you [?] = talking man, shit - they say that you got the candy man - you got the uncontrolled substance, man - hit me with a dime - lay low, I'm laying low, I'm trying... um I'm working it out - I got you I got you - taking forever and shit - yo, hold up, all I got is 9 dollars = come on, man = you bustin' me or shit ! - come on man, do this for me - I need the uncontrolled... - nigga, I need this = here here - thank you man, goddamn' - I'mma burn this good Tombstone Intro[Verse] I was chained in the dungeon, banging, busting Came from nothing but hunger, pains and suffering Dunked in the cage for pumping, a younging with hopes Of becoming the boss, running the force No respect for none of the laws Something because I'm in front of the broads Some of y'all be talking, but avoid the confrontation It's one of them situations that'll be hard to walk away from Grown man, stone jam, Daniel taming the lion Broad day, blazing the iron, hallways where they surviving You gangsta, you lying, you faking, you hiding I destroy batti boy, you taste it and riding Made man with close ties to both sides Known to get it and blow digit, if the ho wide, for sure, right Broadband, heavy hand, hit you with the contraband Wanted man, a-alikes salute me as I walk the land New nigga, kneel to Zard, or feel the rod, no appealing the charge Catch a bad hand, watch you dealing the cards I speak from the heart, you weak from the start I be sleeping with sharks, you be briefing the NARCs Give me reason to start, I be eating your heart I'm a beast with the bar, you be pleading he stop P.S.A.[sample] You are now in the special operating area of the studio... [Inspectah Deck] I'mma push it to the limit like Manny and Tone Like, somebody carry him home, deeper than Barry's tone My young one, heir to the throne I fuck it up, you be hearing the moans Feeling the jones, dude do it smooth as kaluha And you thought you was the future, you was the loser Me, I'mma doolah schooler This just use your manuever I'm cool as the cooler, with the heart of a champ So to fail's not part of the plan, I just started to dance King of pop, moonwalking they ass Getting dirty like water to sand, man, pump up the jam Cuz the track's Godzilla Way beyond monster, half bar killer Charged with crash bar, smash ya'll iller Camouflage large, hard head, Park Hilla, ahh [sample] You are now in the special operating area of the studio... [Inspectah Deck] Yeah, I'm wild like Clifton Powell, grammar tight Like Vanna White hands, how I flip the vowel Give it up, son, lift your towel, you're like a pitch Just missed off the bat, I'mma hit you foul Just bow when you face the great, ya'll skating on Thin ice, or INS raise the stakes Fuck around I'mma name your stage, Undadogz run the yard AKA Doomsday Brigade I say, I am not a gangsta, I am not a rapper But nigga my response, shots flying at your Jaguar Snitching in your song, stop lying bout your swagger Popping shit now, hear him crying bout it after I'm a different cloth from them, when I toss the blend Heads spin like Porshe rims What I talk, should of caused a trend, when I scope the lens I got the whole world wanting in [sample] You are now in the special operating area of the studio... No Love[Intro: Carlton Fisk] Carlton Fisk, I.N.S., we got Chico Staten's back... the monster, come on House Gang... House Gang... now we gat y'all Check it... [Hook: Chico DeBarge] You abandoned me, y'all don't live here anymore... Just a vacancy, y'all don't live here anymore... [Carlton Fisk] The scene open, see my mother at a table, focused A belt wrapped around her arm, veins bulging A bottle top, a little cotton, intervene this needle dirty bopping Hands swollen, psalms untoppable Little kid I watch the nod, know the rules Never talk to a teacher in school You might think that this environment's cruel Fuck it, this what I decided to do Started stealing anything I could move Now I'm thirteen, with something to prove Buddha hit me with a twenty-two That started my career with a tool Nothing to it, get up on 'em, tell 'em "pass it all" Since you short, if you move, blast it off Like a rocket, if he falls, dig his pockets and run And if you get caught, just rep where you from, little nigga I know what's it like out there, you strugglin' and you grinding, let's go [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Thug paradise, drugs, gats and knives, life sacrifice Nickel dime grind, catch a full clip, half price Kings tumble in time, it's like a jungle sometimes I play it humble, gotta rumble sometimes Big timers taking numbers with nines, with the bundles of dimes You wind up, with a gun to your spine And the coppers never solve the case Them gorillas in the mist, war, and get lost they hard to trace Man this cold world'll scar ya fate, so I stay awake Late night with cigars, and jars of haze Half my comrades dead or in jail, most said I would fail I'm still alive, getting checks in the mail Still cowards wanna force my hand, eating off my hand Boiling water, never lost a gram Cash Rules, I'm pulling off the scam, catch the bossman Sure hand, on the dice, in the game of life, life [Hook] [Hook: Chico DeBarge] You don't know... what it cost to pay that ride You don't know... what you lost til it pass you by You don't know baby, that you could, til time is fading you by And you don't miss, all that's in your way, til you circle or try [Hook to fade] Get Down Wit Me[Intro: DJ Premier sample {Lounge Mode} (Inspectah Deck)] Aiyo, what the fuck is this shit That ya'll are listening to nowadays on the radio, man? {Yo, we gotta get up out of here, son..} (Yeah... do not attempt to adjust your radio Your system is now under the control of House Gang FM Featuring your host for the night The leader of the The Rebellion, the Rebel INS Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Inspectah Deck] Ain't no doubt big homey is sick, heads know me to flip Before it goes down, show me the chip It's going down, La, throw me the fifth Hold it so quick, get ya word out to Donnie and Fisk It's the sicker guy, he be hogging the rock And don't split the pie, big bomb in his sock Now watch him dip the five, plus he spit sick jive Rest in peace to that million dollar kid with the Why On a city high, wide tires and rims Rocking custom made suade suits and mobster brims On fedoras, start with three quarters, before rap You saw us handcuffed, jumping out the Ford Taurus Spitting like a calico, soprano or alto No doubt, though, I gets down to my outro That's how it go, in the club or the hood We the wolves in this rap, like off to no, good, man [Hook: Inspectah Deck] Ya'll don't wanna fuck with me The Rebel INS, W-T-C The crew H-D from the U-D-Z You wanna get down, get down with me [Interlude: Inspectah Deck] Aiyo, Streetlife, what up, nigga? (yeah) Size/7 (hit me up), Johnny Blaze (Wu-Tang) The RZA (Golden Arms), The GZA, all my fam roll deep (ODB rest in peace, baby!) [Inspectah Deck] They wanna get with the kid, I give 'em the biz That's what this is, splitting ya wig, living it big Ain't try'nna see prison or bids, I'm got to get this I'm in your crib, son, I did it to live Been sick since the crib, now I'm this big, flip wigs The main reason money lost his wiz Put some money on the wood, I need atleast six figs For some money in the hood, watch the hoods get biz It's the good shit, kid, not the twenty or gram Them fishscale, tip the scale, kill a gram I'm choppin' on the plate, bag it up, like weight Had you fiending like Dave Chappelle in Half Baked The last of the great, I crash and cause quakes Got the cash it takes, I might flash my face Slash breaks with the fader, watch 'em fascinate Straight, pull off a caper, snatch cake and break, nigga Gone[Intro] I can't yell right now, cause I'll get fired, and my boss ll' hear me, and then I won't be able to pay off my student loans, but you know what? You're an asshole. I fucking hate you. I bought all your records, this whole fucking time I've been trying to get you to come hang out with me. I'm gonna have people fuck with your food the rest of your trip! You fucking dick! I like him. That's quite moving [Verse 1] To my niggas im considered the best To those niggas im considered a threat Cause i dont give it a rest It's in my nature like Vinny and Treach That i bless em with the what? Fuck the world that's that Biggie and Mef King swing like a master, Bubba Watson Move with the true nigga, no other option I see green, like im teeing off golfing And that's a fact These cats whack Call 'em Sharpton Deck is a colt Believe how i spit it The end result is your brain leaking out your fitted I'm a beast with it Simply said blink you dead Since lifes' a bitch my mind always think ahead Since life's a bitch my mind always think of bread Got my numbers up Even the odd's and beat the spread So king me the crown i need up on my head Sour by the pound now i'm out to see the dreads [hook] I'm gone! I say i'm more than sick, and no pillar get me off my shit (dig it!)i'm gone Point of no return i m out there with an o to burn, you learn Im gone I said im lovin' the hate ,supergrind like i hustle with a cape, wait Im gone Not a shadow behind, to see me you got to travel in time My mind is gone! [Verse 2] Cooley High brother slide Keep my fam stoned Stay fuckin' up your head like some bad dome Deck deal it Bet you feel it in your backbone Shorty strip for a king no stacks thrown Underdog, but my game straight cash rule Punish y'all like my name is Frank Castle Toss a broad to my G that's a lateral The five-0 always on my back like the admiral Poppin' on the avenue Bangin' in ya man's crib The whole world behind my words like an adlib You average! I get's dirty like the bastard Im eight-thirty Angry birdy's on the man's dick Who am i? Im the mic Max Julien The superfly Truck Turner plus the Wu and 'em Suicide bomber time's up no defusin'g him Dude's touch a problem they dont know what do with 'em [hook] I'm gone! I say i'm more than sick, and no pillar get me off my shit (dig it) i'm gone Point of no return i m out there with an o to burn, you learn I'm gone I said im lovin' the hate , supergrind like i hustle with a cape, wait, I'm gone Not a shadow behind, to see me you got to travel in time My mind is gone! He’s a Rebel"He's a rebel, he's a rebel and, he's a rebel, he's a rebel and" [Inspectah Deck] He don't really dance in the club, sip passion for thugs Head bobbin', one hand on the slug Wit a centerfold, head to toe, dress to kill Wit his shit spillin' out the S6 pills But he don't trick or spend presidents, basic He's so sick, he's a resident patient "He's a rebel, he's a rebel and, he's a rebel, he's a rebel and" [Inspectah Deck] He move wit a too live crew, white Nike shoe Slidin' through, eyein' them boys through the rear view He shine like chrome 25's On the street, like a low ride, he don't hide Seen wit the finest of queens, in designer jeans Treat 'em like Midas the King, though he treat 'em mean "He's a rebel, he's a rebel and, he's a rebel, he's a rebel and" [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] No, he don't care how you feel No, he don't care what's your name No, he don't care who you wit No, he don't care what you say (Ain't this bullshit, try your luck Cuz he don't give a flyin' fuck!) "He's a rebel, he's a rebel and, he's a rebel, he's a rebel and" [Inspectah Deck] He's only got about four friends You know him, probably got drugs in both Timbs Boppin' on hard blocks, at large wit the cops His song rock in nail saloons and barbershops He talks of life and commands the set He walks up right and demands respect "He's a rebel, he's a rebel and, he's a rebel, he's a rebel and" [Inspectah Deck] He don't care what they (fuck is they?) He hot like a summer day up in the Bay A child of the ghetto, he fought through everything And still "undisputed" like Wesley and Ving Baggy jeans, two tone boots and big leathers Certified live and his name is Inspectah "He's a rebel, he's a rebel and, he's a rebel, he's a rebel and" [Chorus] "He's a rebel, he's a rebel and, he's a rebel, he's a rebel and" [Inspectah Deck] He stand out the packs, son spit the iller bars And smoke chocolate weed and vanilla cigars He a sexist, only need birds for one thing Got a fetish, for shorty to work the tongue ring The cool one, he live like a web cam Not a follower, gopher or yes man "He's a rebel, he's a rebel and, he's a rebel, he's a rebel and" [Inspectah Deck] He got missiles, to turn your block to dust He got issues, he'd rather not discuss And he posts up, low in the cut with his drink on Linked on, mami in pink, wit the mink on He a two time felon and parolee Made man mobbin' like Vinny and Tony "He's a rebel, he's a rebel and, he's a rebel, he's a rebel and" [Chorus] "He's a rebel, he's a rebel and, he's a rebel, he's a rebel and" (3X) Nobody Scared[Inspectah Deck] I'm the gladiator, General Max Resident patient, stay sick, that’s a medical fact That's my House Gang set in' it back, settin’ the track Only hood you be in, got a sweater attached I'm in the pits with the bulls and wolves Clip fulls in tools, strip fools, cliques, groups, and crews Sip Bulls, spit blues for dues Split grooves, who's you Ain't no stoppin', this dude's the truth Like number 34, Paul Pierce, I ball fierce Push your wig back, then roll up in pallbears For years, I swung hard as Tyson's cross Tore the roof off in white tee's, Nikes, and shorts Fuck mic’s in The Source, I’m tryin' to live like a crime boss Mansion, garage, five bikes, and a Porsche It’s the high price of power, and your life's the cost So it's pressure on you birds like them dike's up north Only seen with the flyest of queens in two seaters Size double duece on the shoes with tube speakers East side, duckin’ the 5 In these mean streets we beast U.D.'s, man it's nuthin' to ride If it's war, I'm leavin' nuthin' alive It's on to the grave, then I'mma catch your ass on the other side So run and hide, and pray to God stay low Before we step through you niggas like the Stargate hole It's the H.G.'s, U.D.Z's we king size Box you up like a order of five wings and fries nigga (You ain't heard nigga) Box you up like a order of five wings and fries nigga [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] They all talkin' gangsta (But ain't nobody scared) They neck is full of diamonds (But don't nobody care) They claim they got millions (But ain't no millionare) They say they in the hood (But you neva see 'em there) They all talkin' gangsta (But ain't nobody scared) They neck is full of diamonds (But don't nobody care) They claim they got millions (But ain't no millionare) They say they in the hood (But you neva see 'em there) [Outro: Inspectah Deck] Yeah, we in the motha... Ghetto Love* iTunes bonus track [Inspectah Deck] Come out your clothes, legs in the air Give it to me raw, bout face in the chair Looking so good, I swear I might not make it to the room, I'mma take it right here Can't focus, hand on your tits Backyard clap, handcuffs on your wrist Nothing that can handle the diss Girl, you take it like a pro, with your hands on your lips Butt out your weave when I please ya We gon' bring down the house like Steve & Latifah Act like you want it honey Just one stroke from the rod, you be walking funny And you don't really want to love me Tap that ass so right, that you offer money Take it like a champ, it's more than lovely Take 'em to the bed when it's call me lovely [Hook: Inspectah Deck (Hedonis)] She like that ghetto love, hardcore, hair pull from the back (That rated X love, keep it up, while I ride your lap) I make you sweat, love (dont stop) how you like it that Give it to me, girl, don't make a scene (give it to me, boy, I make you scream) [Hedonis] Uh, ride rough, whips and the handcuffs, you don't really want H to Tell you what In a birthday suit, all amped up, seen me, now smile for the cameras Say cheese on your knees, don't you know a woman I need This world we live in now, suck it up Want a world watch, player tear it up Scared of what I added up, chick from nine to ten Better than the sex, is who gon' win, we at it again, yeah From the bed to the floor, til the camera touch Show me what you got, now you on top Go deep like I just got shot Bout to turn in my mouth, boy Work-work-work that bad bone and let it all out cuz mami ain't home Who's that bitch calling your phone, I'm grown, I'll slice a chick Matter fact, who's pipe is it, it's tight as shit Sexy chick, you found the right now, got two holes, you got to like one [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Grind on my lap, spinap tap Baby gon' wind it behind it that Squat like Tae Bo, side to back Bring it to the front, now ride it back Never mind the sack, get inside the track From the bed to the floor I'mma ride the cat Throw it back like you don't know how to act Wanna hit from the side til it's time to nap [Hedonis] Uh, last night I had a ball, should of been on the alcohol Have you ever had a chick this tall, made 'em beg for he dropped his drawers Sucked so much it gave him lockjaw, me play shit, he play straw Take away like a U Haul, yeah, cause shots like a pool hall, rack 'em up Uh, why you acting up, hit your breaks, I'm backing up Make shit cut, cut the malt liquor, off the page of all I'm made To the miles house thugs get made, can't play a chick like an arcade They said, keep the news on the mission Hot box, and got it detention [Hook] HipHopHeads 1 Train Remix[Verse 1 - InpsectahDeck] Aiyyo fuck these technicolor dreamcoat lookin ass niggas Suckin 5 Pee-pees like articuno blizzard Trilluminati want my grind gold and my shotty Shouts out to wheelchair jimmy dont make me catch a body Greatest eva like ocarina of time Bitches always sucking on my cockarina of grime Making dick jokes like a 2001 nasty track Inpsectah deck? dayyum thats a nasty track Rap niggas, yeah im the best of em Yall homosexual niggas -- too much estrogen In the basement puffin on some purple headband Yo girl in the back givin urkel head, damn I rep hawaii dick tall as hauleakala Car full of ratchet bitches sucking cock a lot Blue dreaming bout a sobriety holocaust Not killing it game, yeah I just lost Tombstone Interlude[Inspectah Deck] Still running your mouth, gun in your mouth Why you wanna start shit? With the hardest known, bad to the bone, fuck shit up regardless Modern day martyr, larger than your dollar bill Numerous groups are faded, the diehards holla still Killa Killa Hill, still build and destroy the track Deal is the boy is back, y'all killing the thrill I deal in the field, walk my talk, talk revealing the real I do it for the spoken heard, those who feel what I feel And I won't let up the pressure, til the pipes bust, the mic's dust Strike up the cash, man, I catch you when my flight touch And don't play with the king, and don't play in the ring The body shot's brutal, leave you laid in a sling Now get your tombstone, before you're moved on Before your bird get distracted by the blue stone Son is a beast, come from the east, the mogul keeps it global Mountain mover, pounds of buddah Serving the streets the soul food Many'll call, few are chosen, few are hoping, few opposing Dude was joking til the ruger smoked him, exposed him It's more than a game, cats who hate rap, calling my name For that morphine flow, break a needle off in your vein Rec Room (blend)(Inspectah Deck) Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killa Hill Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill 10304 style, kid, yea For all my D.M.D. Rec posse niggas You out there? Is you out there? I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the hold rush A dazzlin display if you could get close enough Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna Spiderman identity Peter Parker Crowd pleaser register off the meter Vocal street sweeper bucks shots through the speaker Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan Clansman stabbin the track with both hands Not a lost soul who falls for fool's gold I shine like a diamond in the true state of coal Too hot to handle, too cold to hold Rap with a road block, I might lose control Hold the globe in my iron palm One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's life long Strike calm through the fire like Chaka Khan World wide on the web without the dot com (Chorus) Killa Bees live in the place be Burn third degree on the M-I-C So deadly cause a catastrophe And this is the way we crash the party Say Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec (Inspectah Deck) Yo, Killa Bees swarmin Protect Ya Neck! What's the warnin? So, proceed with caution, I walk with my swordsmen We all in together, Wu-Tang forever gon' win From Puerto Rico 'cross the caves of Berlin Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens It be the Wu-Tang, you came in when They left the game mentally and physically bent What I invent, sharp as bardwire fence I represent, sure to make a grand entrance With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure Inspectah, put your rep in the stretcher Feather weight contenders surrender T.K.O., first round knockout, vex the big spenders Journey on the mic like Marco Polo Internal bleedin occurs to your photo Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north It's bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk But I hold my ground like it's high noon While police tapes surround the mic room I jump on a live tune, provide the boom Those who consume become faint from the fumes (Chorus) Get Body[Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Get your girl, get your glass, get body, body Grab your man, it's your jam, get body, body Get body, body, get raunchy, raunchy When I say, get body, just party, party [Inspectah Deck] Toss shots like a shotty vay, hot over poppy doc Hot offa bottle top, ma, I make your bottom drop I can make the top rise, rise keep it king size Packing cuz the heat rise, jacket and the jeans fly Louis with the 1-3, son G, stun thee Crack another Stoly, I can hold me, I'm my own G I'm just trying to get my party party Niggas hating, niggas watching like paparazzi He try something stupid, get body body Cuz that mob with me probably get raunchy raunchy So, DJ play that song again, back to the floor again Four in the morning and the doors still pouring in Shorty with the forty inch, star struck, adoring him Love it for the night, love, you never have all of him Things be calling him, dope man, cross your ten Fitted with the flaps, black and grey, three quarter Timbs Everything they offer him, on the house, balling out Walking out, with that redbone in the halter blouse [Chorus 2X] [Inspectah Deck] Loose off the Goose and juice, louder, give the tune a boost Ladies do the hula hoop, fellas show 'em who's the truth Bounce, take it through the roof, jumping out your zoot suit Ice cream flavors, misbehaving, I'mma scoop a few Grown man, turn 'em out, fuck, what you heard about Lean back, work it out, haters be the first to doubt I'm just trying to get my party party You can spot me at the bar with that Dark Bacardi Yeah, ain't nobody gotta bodyguard me My dudes got me if I leave the party wildly, now Move if you feeling G, lean like you steer the V Blaze it up, where's the P? Right here's where it be Talk to me, what's the deal, fuck with me, cuz it's real Let me get something clear, ya'll with me, up in here Show me what you got then, homey, what you popping Mami, getting body, just show me why you hopped in DJ bring that record back, whole crowd sweating that Throw it on, bet it crack, get involved, get your mack [Chorus 2X] Eyes on Me* iTunes bonus track [Intro: Inspectah Deck] What doesn't kill you will only make you get even, aiyo [Chorus 2X: Inspectah Deck w/ ad-libs] Everybody talking now, everybody eyes on me You know how it's going down, you know how I ride, my G [Inspectah Deck] I'm bout to air it out, I don't care about On lookers in the way, son, clear 'em out And watch your mouth, or get pounded out That's without a doubt, the hard way, you found it out So walk it out, trynna chalk it out Find yourself with your top row falling out It's the fallout, and I'm all out Want it bad with the kid, then call it out It's on now, it's going down I'm headchecking like jail niggas on the count You wanna shout, you balling out Codename: Paperboy, I stay on the route Large amounts, I lost the count Don't be hating, don't be jealous, that's how the baller bounce I blow 'em out, I show 'em how What you talking bout, clown, what's it all about? [Chorus 2X] [Inspectah Deck] What you know about, how I throw it down It's one tenth of my strength, son, I'm holding out Big blowers out, big hoes about G Code it out, hazed up, blow an ounce Then I comb the town, got my toters now Forever focused, never knowing when a foe's around I stand overground, my soldiers down You don't like it, it's the truth, how it suppose to sound You broken down, I hold my ground You never thought it like next, but it's over now I'm posing proud, I'm open now In the unisex bathroom smoking pounds Scoping down, a golden brown Brooklyn queen looking like she down to roll up out I blow 'em out, I show 'em how What you talking bout, clown, what's it's all about? [Chorus 2X] N.Y.C.[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Still a hustle, Staten Island Still a struggle, New York Still gone bubble, 10304 [Inspectah Deck] I'm form New York, City, Birth place of the gritty Dog eat dog, Only Jake willing to work with me Watch your drink before they lace your sizzurp with a mickey Bodies will burn like dub sacks of purple sticky Cojacks developing Kodaks of your meeting engagements The young guns put pressure on the made men The fiends they'll cap you for your package The mass act savage, Little sis selling her ass and tits Your best friend will send shots to wet ya The bad lands, Hammers on the waist bands the regular Trapped in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime Cause ain't no nine to five for two time felons And little man wanna be just like me The saddest thing is he just might be With a life as Christopher Walken, King of New York 'em Resort to talking when the heat is on 'em, breathing on 'em [Hook 2X: Inspectah Deck] There's nowhere to run to, there's nowhere to hide There's no one to trust so keep a gun on your side Just do as the Roman's if you wanna survive I guess that's how it go in N.Y [Inspectah Deck] Oh Blue I said, you make it here you make it anywhere Drug wars for every square, blood sport, the semis air So watch where you walk through, watch who you talk to Watch them young Gotti's, they'll off you It's like a mafia plot The fishermen find more bodies then cops But the shots don't stop, trying to get it get it Inside where the broads and the ballas kick it Big city lights, whips, chicks and ice You're living, you're victim to them sick gritty types Drueling with they tongues out, Guns out spraying clips Who lay in the pits and pray for a taste of it If you can sleep you awaken by the loud sound of barking chrome Sound foul but I call it home So keep heat when on the roam, speak brief when on the phone In these mean streets you all alone [Hook] Make a Move[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Damn you security, I ain't waiting in line Look, who that nigga, ya'll let that nigga right through, right? Man, fuck that... aiyo, H.G.'z, U.D.Z's to the front Yo, yeah... [Inspectah Deck] Fuck a guest list, nigga, it's me 6'3, with that lean, popping bottles of P., puffin' exotic trees Crew thing, keep my women in threes And I roll with the House Gang, quick on the squeeze Bottom line, I'm a sick disease, in this cold world, I'm Mr. Freeze And I'm swift with ease, and I'm not gonna tell you twice Ya'll gon' fuck around and have a nigga locked in the cell for life I'm putting fire to your ass, see me slide past In the latest shit, with six tigers on the dash I got money on my mind, trapped in this wilderness I'm running out of time, rise if you feeling this My life's on the line, never chat with feds Keep a knife or a nine, gotta scrap with bread The rude boy been clapped the lead, we the dice on the sidewalk Score points, and crack your head Got the blueberry sacks from dred, and your boy stay Black home from the hat and threads Cuz been around the world, and back to my corner crew H.G.'z, U.D.Z, now what you wanna do? [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Make a move, say something, yeah Make a move, say something, yeah Make a move, say something, yeah Make a move, say something, yeah [Inspectah Deck] See I, freak the streets, straight murder the track I'm a beast from the east, got fur on my back Won't hesitate to crawl or scratch, you gotta feed me My CD flying off the rack From the Bricks out in Jersey, through the Mid-West To Dirty Dirty, the kid's definetly thirsty My loc's on the West Coast, them fools is real Got the volume up, gliding on, just two wheels I bust rhymes, crack your necks to lead, yeah Deck's a threat I rip your best rapper, rep to shreds We the bout it, front page of The Source Wanna pose like you gangsta boss, don't wanna face the boss Take your Superman cape off, blame your soft I caked off, like a bake off, then break North I got, strength in the street, code name: Radiator Big in the heat, no games, gladiator Rest in the beat, too deep to breathe Wu is nine wisemen who speak degrees Make 'em weak in the knees like S.W.V Been try'nna hold a title like Wu Killa Bee, man... [Chorus] Rec Room (Patriot Act remix)(Inspectah Deck) Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killa Hill Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill 10304 style, kid, yea For all my D.M.D. Rec posse niggas You out there? Is you out there? I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the hold rush A dazzlin display if you could get close enough Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna Spiderman identity Peter Parker Crowd pleaser register off the meter Vocal street sweeper bucks shots through the speaker Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan Clansman stabbin the track with both hands Not a lost soul who falls for fool's gold I shine like a diamond in the true state of coal Too hot to handle, too cold to hold Rap with a road block, I might lose control Hold the globe in my iron palm One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's life long Strike calm through the fire like Chaka Khan World wide on the web without the dot com (Chorus) Killa Bees live in the place be Burn third degree on the M-I-C So deadly cause a catastrophe And this is the way we crash the party Say Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec (Inspectah Deck) Yo, Killa Bees swarmin Protect Ya Neck! What's the warnin? So, proceed with caution, I walk with my swordsmen We all in together, Wu-Tang forever gon' win From Puerto Rico 'cross the caves of Berlin Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens It be the Wu-Tang, you came in when They left the game mentally and physically bent What I invent, sharp as bardwire fence I represent, sure to make a grand entrance With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure Inspectah, put your rep in the stretcher Feather weight contenders surrender T.K.O., first round knockout, vex the big spenders Journey on the mic like Marco Polo Internal bleedin occurs to your photo Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north It's bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk But I hold my ground like it's high noon While police tapes surround the mic room I jump on a live tune, provide the boom Those who consume become faint from the fumes (Chorus) Sometimes[Intro: Inspectah Deck] See sometimes you have to flash back, Retrospect And see yourself, Sometimes [Inspectah Deck] Can I please get a moment to build For all of my niggas that died in The Hill To the babies bein born, All they futures fulfilled For the ones die'n to live it and reppin it still Can I get another moment for Momma For holdin back tears that makes all the drama How you prayed that I wouldn't waste my life on the corner Never saw me as a burden growin up with no father Everybody got dreams of the millions I dream we stop sceamin of killin and start teachin our children Let em know that they the most high, Reach for the ceiling You don't have to be no Scarface bleeding for buildings So I take this moment out for Sinyah Surprised it took a birth of a child to open my eyes up I made my own decision to wise up So act like you notice, Stay focused let's rise up [Outro: Inspectah Deck] Let's rise up, See if it be like this I ain't even gonna rhyme no more It's food for thought man, Get you a plate A knife and a fork and eat this up This that shit right here, Enough said