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Wu-Tang Clan

The Wu-Tang Clan /ˈwuːtæŋ/ is an American rap group from Staten Island, New York that consists of RZA, GZA, Method Man, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck, U-God, Masta Killa, and the late Ol' Dirty Bastard. They are frequently joined by fellow childhood friend Cappadonna, a quasi-member of the group. They were formed in (and are associated with) the New York City borough of Staten Island (U-God, Method Man, RZA, Ghostface Killah and Raekwon) (referred to by members as "Shaolin"), though some of their members are from Brooklyn (Ol Dirty Bastard, GZA and Masta Killa). more »

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1997

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"peace god"
"peace to the gods"
"how you god?"
"studyin' one-twenty right now"
"mm"
"call me back at the god hour"

The f*ck?
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 lamp able
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?

Projects
My niggas survive, just like a movin' target
Projects
Where niggas live and some sell garbage that's
Projects
Try to escape the flyin' shells dodgin'
New york projects
I'm livin' large yo, stop miragin'

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 shadow boxer, 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' through changes

Projects
My niggas survive, just like a movin' target
Projects
Where niggas live and some sell garbage that's
Projects
Try to escape the flyin' shells dodgin'
Projects
I'm livin' large yo, stop miragin

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 shriveled 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 attached 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 bones

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