Lyrics:
the world they just don't understand
My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Clan
Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat
My people are you with me where
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
with some cutlery
Knife I drew then I buried more
Decided to blame Cotton Weary for it
Brute pain with a cold fate, no Wu Tang, but I'm Ghostface, and I
bliss
Yet I'd rather be a slave to my desire than to lose my shit
From the slums of the Shaolin
The Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol'
sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
For actin' snotty Hobbes catch karate chops
Cause Wu-Tang live,
she gave away my pussy I'ma kill her
John john phenom-enon, in japan they call me ichiban
Wu-tang clan, number won!
In the whole nine, I hold mine
Instagram
So bitch don'ttttt
Compare to other rappers
I'm promise I'm not like yo average trapper
My clan that Wu mean
I tang the whole ting
I'm gritty asf
Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan
Was jumped in a Staten Island club and his face still bears the scar
And you will know my name
phenom-enon, in japan they call me ichiban
Wu-tang clan, numba won!
In the whole nine, i hold mine
Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff!
Yo what up Meth? Money Hungry Bastards clright!
Meets Wu Tang Clan
Mic Nickels, Hot Nickels, ct last.
Yo drop them drums Cord!
I smoke a lot I'm in
to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
Ayo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
Ayo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
is on, never too black or too strong
In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform
Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
The arena now
The Wu-tang Clan, Gravediggaz
Cousin Bumpsta, Jah
Old Man, don't forget all the Prophet's out there
Goes on to all the Prophets (Biologic)
12 Disciples,
Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan
Was jumped in a Staten Island club and his face still bears the scar
And you will know my name
Surgical gloves on for assurance then I repent
Goin' up for my clan, I gotta protect the neck
Learned from Wu-Tang it's hard being rich and black
TK wanna
Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now
Wit knowledge and wisdom
The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan
bad like fast food
I thought the Clan told you that the cash rules (Wu-Tang)
Hit it two times with the base (one time, one time)
Two times with
she gave away my pussy I'ma kill her
John john phenom-enon, in japan they call me ichiban
Wu-tang clan, number won!
In the whole nine, I hold mine
all in together now
Got played, got fresh, up-
The world was bugging off this Wu-Tang nigga on the rock
That was just another spot
million plus 2 million Indians
Your incorrect retrospect on the situation
You didn't know it was a Wu-Tang affiliation
Legs speak like twigs, you're
the clan, Wu tang, call me Raekwon
Used to big bro, hit his pockets, no mask on
I had the numbers from city to city
I was a bad lil boy like Diddy
Kicked out
and Kriss kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to da side
And I'm the dark side of the force, of course
It's the method man from the Wu-tang Clan
I be
hand
Forged in fire and raised by the wu-tang clan
Sharp as my sword just as deadly when i drop the s
My words pass over your head cus you cant read
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