Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...

"No disrespect, but for real I'm tired of this shit"

"Aight, word, aight I'ma set it"

"Let's get it, fuck 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 out of state for fifteen" (yeah)

"You know what I'm saying?"

"Yo, you know my man's and 'em is in VA they politickin' to death"

"Right, right, right"

"So 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 f-, get the fuck outta New York, you know what I'm sayin'?

Bounce man, start fuckin' with bigger and better shit, man"

"So you tellin' me no more big eights, strictly bricks"

"No more, no more, no more, man"

"Then I'm with you, I been waitin'"

"No more, God"

"What's up?"

"It's a pot of gold right here, man

This is it man, this is glory, you know what I'm sayin'?

"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 tryna just be, sittin' on motherfuckin' two-hundred thou'" (right)

"And acting like I'ma just be a drug dealer all my life, son" (nah, nah)

"I got bigger and better plans, son"

"No doubt, we gonna move on, man"

"And you know I be fucking with anybody, man"

"Son, long as the love and the trust is there, son

We gon' grow, God" (you know-, yo, Tony)

"We gon' grow like a plant, son" (yo, you comin' 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"

"Word up, I feel the same way, I feel the same way kid" (you know what I'm sayin'?)

"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 living, man, we here now, man"

"Word, man"

"You know what I'm sayin'?

Let's not think like we gon' be stagnatin', 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"

"Let me-, let me hold that"

"One for you, one for me

Two for you, one-two for me"

"What?"

"Three for you"

"Get, get, man, I'll smack-"

"Fuck is out here goin' on?"

"Smack fire out your fuckin ass

What the fuck you think this is, man?

Get the fuck up outta here, man"

"So, yo, matter of fact, matter of fact"

"Think my head is made out of fuckin' flyer"

"Shit aight, just-

This ain't even enough bread right here

This ain't enough"

"We gon' shoot right over there" (fuck that man, yo)

"And, yo, them niggaz got the big cream over there"

"Aight, let's get this cash smooth, nigga"

"So chill"

"Yo, Duke, spark up, light up the tropical, kid"

"Alright don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid"

"Just chill" (on the real, man)

"Let's go get this money fast, son

I know how we gotta do this kid" (aight)

"You scrunge-head motherfucker"

Yo, lay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines

Pullin' nines on, UFOs, takin' they fly clothes

They eyes closed, we gettin' 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 in Get Smart

Secret agent and amazin', styles blazin'

Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn

And rhymin', my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F.

We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles

Havin' them poodles on the lockdown

Buyin' me Amarettos and chewables

Smackin' pharmaceutical

Rap niggas on dust and woos

Yo, I told you, some kill, 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-wop?

The suitcase high and we can talk

You can walk out the fuckin' building and get caught

Save the fully inflatable

Rap relatable, drug relatable

Niggas here to play with you

A hundred dollar Rottweiler spoil the spot sellers

Guns and Glocks for the 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, plus 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 the night beams, and two rings

Crazy fag, I'm gettin' ready to do this shit

Sniff mad shit, man

Niggas better not even step on my shit

Who's the knucklehead, wantin' 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

Then skate to the gate further upstate

I heard they got crazy weight

Bagged up by the gates, 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 floatin' in lakes

Drug related, paper talkin' 'bout 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 sip an eighth

The rap scar is on, rap parmesan

Poke on, put it on, seal it on, we're silicone

Spark it on your Talk-a-thon

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

Blowin' 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 Gs, guns and grams

Livin' fat like the Hoffa

Mafia, sippin', eatin' pastas

Layin' in the house tellin' 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 holes into the belly

Sucker tried to knock me out the box like Skelly

I smoke the weed dreams, I drop top to the breeze

Honey dip spendin' Gs on nails and hair weave

The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force

We can play the A-Train, back of the iron horse

"Aight"

"Yo, man, you know what I'm sayin'?"

"Fuck it, man"

Plug

Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)

Word (yo)

Know what I'm sayin'?

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 sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)

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 that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)

Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)

You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)

L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)

Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?

(Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)

So you let me shit got at the count of three though

You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)

Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks

Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks

While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds

Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'

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 workin', cats I'm jerkin'

And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'

Keys twenty 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 huggin' your seed up

I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it

I got your back though

Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit

Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit

Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah

What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere

Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna

Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano

Sellin' coke right out the bottle

Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)

Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece

Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures

Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor

Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby

Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate

Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks

Night time rollin' with sphinx

Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank

Sixteen shots in his fist to bank

And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana

Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra

Claimin' 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

Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit

Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit

Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah

What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God

Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit

Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit

Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah

What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God

Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit

Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit

Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah

What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God

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

"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me"

"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)"

"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?"

"You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war, okay?" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)

For real, y'all

Takin' you on another one, son

Uhh, Julio Iglesias

Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga

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! 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)

AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs

I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black

Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see

Marvelous menace fo' 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)

Much love go to New York City

All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas

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?

You know why

I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's a mystery inside

Of how I'm gonna get mine

I'm thinkin' '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 goin' down, man, word, man"

"What's up, black?"

"Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man"

"Word?" (It's rainin')

"I'ma fuckin'-, yo, I'ma murder somebody man

For real I ain't playin'"

"Whatever, man, whatever" (he's changin')

(My man is goin' insane, insane)

The war is on

Yo

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, '94

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 singin' to cops need to box it

Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks

The fiends geeked, new faces get wrapped in sheets

I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line

Sippin' on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined

(Rainy days) divine

Waitin' on these royalties takes too long

It's like waitin' on babies, it makes me wanna slay thee

But that's ungodly, so, yo, God, pardon me

I need it real quick, the dough flow like penmanship

Meat heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit

So now talk shit, nigga, what?

It's rainin', he's changin'

My man is goin' insane, insane

It's rainin' (past sunlight, more gunfight)

(Look out, baby girl, word up)

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

Travelin' 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 gon' watch my back

But listen to the Wu son, and maintain

It's all real, starvin' individuals kill

I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone

Projects, infested with rats, cats, and crack homes

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, keepin' my eyes wide to this

The unfortunate, layin' in mountains

Countin' with jewelry on

Can it be the next team house to haunt?

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 steerin' you to truth, buckle up

Now who's a legend?

It's rainin', he's changin' (word up, dun)

It's rainin' (peace to Philly, VA, these days, word up y'all)

My man is goin' insane (he's-)

My man is goin' insane, insane

(Word up the sun, moon and stars, fly cars, word up y'all)

No sunlight, more gun fights

I've lost him to the street life (I've lost him to the street life)

Street life

No cash flow, no more dough

He's someone I don't even know, someone I don't know

Rainy Days

Gettin' through those rainy days

Gettin' through those rainy days

Gettin' through those rainy days

Gettin' through those rainy days

I lost him to the street life

The street life, oh-whoa-whoa

Inspectah deck

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of shaolin

The special technique of shadowboxing

Poisonous, poisonous (word word word)

I should slap all y'all niggaz for coming in my fuckin face with that shit

Alright cool yeah, go ahead man...

Poisonous

One: inspectah deck a.k.a. rebel ins

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya 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 assaulta

Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker

I scored from the inner slums abroad

And my thoughts are razor sharp i sliced the mic from the cord

First they criticize, but now they have become

Mentally paralyzed with hits that i devise

Now i testify, the rest is i, rebel ins

Ya highness, blessed to electrify

With voltage of an eel, truth that i reveal'll

Crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real

Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues

Part time minor leagues receive third degrees

Attack like a wolf pack, once i pull back

Then guard you, and bust through like a fullback

Two: ghostface killer a.k.a. tony starks

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard

Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards

Do i like the kills for ice trife like botta digits

Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets

The earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends

Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins

What a dosage, you overdosed in rap

High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis

I sell goods, my whole clan is on the run like natural born killers

Record-breaking the album thriller

Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers

Float like dope killer bees is what i sponsor

Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare

When i fuck i grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs

Fuck yeah, my crew down german beers

My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs

Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor

Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers

Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic

Blew my family overseas in mansions

If rap was crack, fully packed i be tour cats

Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin

Village niggaz get slapped in manhattan

For rappin, big ghost steps off laffin

(Were you just using the wu-tang school method against me?

I've learned so many styles, forgive me)

Three: raekwon the chef a.k.a. lou diamonds

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get turns

Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's king

Projects filled with young men cause threats

Who is that? thousand dollar chains and techs

Focus, the brokest niggaz of life shit

These mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype shit

Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes

Keepin up on fakes outta state for cakes

No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making dough off of

Puttin fifty on the land and allah, it's like that

Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt

Tie up, ya black nike's and tight hats

Corners, stay surrounded with foreigners

Whattup dread? feds caught you grudgin for his bread

But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with charges

Unify layin in the guard with la

My clan done ran from japan to atlanta, with stamina

Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers

Tical like the isle, so god, let's get steamed

Infrared guard yo' beem, so seek nuff respect

Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah

Pro black like tar

Designin the fly shit and stay shinin and

The rza pours more beats than cristal's fine wine

Concrete raps go to black

With 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map

Knew it's all good and all done what, we want some

Mike tyson of this rap shit, pullin out macs for fun

Four: the genius/gza a.k.a. maximillion

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 emcees, i keep em trained like potties

I bomb facts, my sword is an axe

To split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks

Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows

How we move like wolfs in sheep clothes

Producin data, microchips or software

Undaground and off air, the land of the lost

Notorious henchman from the north

Strikin niggaz where the mason-dixon line crossed

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 Sparks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)

Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)

What up? (What's up, baby?)

Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there

Over there, right over there by your

By your-, by your buildin' and shit

I know he ain't down with your team

Who?

I don't know, 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-

Come on, fuck it, let's go over there

Lemme show you the nigga, 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 talkin' to?

I'm talkin' to you (talkin' to you, what?)

You ain't talkin' to me

The fuck you talkin' about? (You ain't talkin' to me)

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-, shit)

Come here, yeah, it's my shit

This my shit (get up, get up)

Aight, watch, watch, aight watch

Get up, yo, yo, grab that nigga, grab him (come here, come here)

Oh shit, move, son, move, move, move, damn, damn

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, yo, yo

Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit

I'm hit son, I'm hit, I'm hit (yo, son)

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'ma go over to God's house, go ahead 'fore the cops come

I'ma throw this shit away, man

Go ahead, just go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead

Man fuck that, man seventeen

Man, get the fuck outta here, man (yo son, hurry up son, damn son)

Go ahead man, you dyin', go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead

Hold that shit, son

Yo go ahead, man, go ahead

Niggas try to assassinate me, man (damn)

Yo (we gon' get that cat, man)

Nigga it's-

It's the remix, son

Can it be, act like you know

Check it

Yo, check what happened out of state

I'm knockin' off a half-a-cake cash rule, flyin' at a fast rate

I smoked a black Dutch kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin' in lust

Spoiled, plus I played my hand like a royal flush

Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman

I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom

I hung around the big time bosses

Illegal force exchange thoughts, showin' love to all my sources

Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey

Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's

I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped

And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit

Stumblin', holdin' 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 Cartegna, carry a .44 nigga

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)

Word up

What the f-, yo?

We takin' you on another chamber

Word up, son, you know how we be on it (word to mother, man)

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

It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggas wildin'

Old folks scream, "Stop the violence"

True, layin' up, yo, watchin' these crack niggas

Play enough crap games for what?

See back in days, crime pays in mad ways

Sportin' Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves

And no searchin' for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz

Mad tens 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 I got my act together

'Lo sweaters and better

And fat leather, so whatever

Bring it on

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 lfie)

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 that I ain't gon' see no more)

All so simple then

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)

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 muderous stacks for your headpiece

Baldheads, braids, blowouts (for real though)

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

Niggaz is fuckin crazy... knowhatI'msayin?

Hell yeah man

Word... you know how niggaz be bitin and shit

Niggaz be bitin mad styles n shit from niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz Son on the real

YaknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz niggaz niggaz niggaz is bitin off your

Album cover and shit

Yeah!

Whoa bad enough they biting lines like niggaz killed me

Yeah

When they came with some Nas, niggaz bit offa Nas shit!

KnowhatI'msayin?

*Chuckling*

Word niggaz niggaz niggaz niggaz 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 niggaz 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, niggaz man

Niggaz know not to fuck around with this shit

I don't give a fuck how nasty they are

Nah son, let me tell these niggaz somethin God

I don't want niggaz 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

(Feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)

Intro: Ghostface Killer

Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz

Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...

Mira, afrente

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 niggaz (yeah)

Who's down with drug smuggling

Cappadonna, Golden Arms

Verse One: Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo

Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus

I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures

Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers

Hot weather, sex on the beaches

Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,

People saying dem not change, look, truckle 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 is stacked mechanic

Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas

Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion

I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion

The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch

Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch

Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love

Who carries switch blades on the red roof

Verse Two: 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 dawn of dumb, deaf and blind

He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime

Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine

Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino

Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino

Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation

Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation

Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli

Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner

Infrared all inside your bumba rasta

Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster

Interlude: Ghostface

Yeah, yeah

Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz

Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch

Except for overtime nigga

Any ass money should be fine

Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs

Keepin shit real

If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga

Let me tell you this four times

Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef

Cappachino and Golden Arms

Is comin through mad strong

From the isles of Shaolin

For all them faggot ass

Rusty ticket-head bitches too

Shump shump baby

Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef

Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates

Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes

It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over

City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers

Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket

In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep

Crack bums watch your back for jumps

Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one

Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans

Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans

That's life, to top it all off, beef for White

Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight

Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?

Yeah

Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man

Yo, check it out, yo

Yo, I got a new, yo, 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 sayin'? Any color you want

But it'd be like, blue and cream, you know what I'm sayin'?

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 sayin'?

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 sayin'?

But dye it, get this dyed cream on top

Just imagine that color like

But you got it drippin' like it's marble cake like

Know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo

Stand on the block, Reebok, gun cocked

Avalanche rock get paid off mass murderous services

Chef break 'em, watch the alley cats bake 'em

Four-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?

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

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

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

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 buyin' 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, in seven months we can all get laced

Take a boat cruise, sip daquiris and max

Swimmin' pools, fly jewels, Wally shoes, blow stacks

Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for cribs

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 I'll 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

My seeds, run with his seeds, marry his seeds

That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family

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 crowd and watch me scrape her

My seeds, run with his seeds, marry his seeds

That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family

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 walkin' around here dumb, deaf, and blind

It's been a long time since you had the 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

No tricks, no tricks, baby

Yeah, aiyyo, Rae

Check it out, y'all

It's the science

Fly wonderful

Yeah, y'all

Tony Starks and Lex Diamonds

My nigga Nas

My whole team is eatin' off this type of shit

Good shit, nigga, next time, no more whatever shit

Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket

Chef Ghost and Nas, niggas, is the prophet

Show these crabs how to rhyme

It's only like five percent out of a hundred

Do it to 'em, baby

Through the lights, cameras 'n action, glam glitters in gold

I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe

When I'm deceased, by then the beast rise like yeast

To conquer peace, leavin' savages to roam in the streets

Live on the run, police payin' me to give 'em 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

Well, funny-style niggas roll in the pile

Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle

Holdin' weed inside they pussy wit they minds

On the pretty things in life, props is a true thugs 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

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 lickin' plates

In the building niggas building, like little children starin'

Them older niggas ain't carin'

Sirens circlin' fiends are lurkin' in your baggage

Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage

In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's

In the projects, richest niggas rockin' all the real worth

Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in

Tradin' in they Lexus' GS's sendin' messages

Two and two makes four, Cristals crazily pour

Gun wars my crew phantom like swords

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, and it's wild, like for 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 shoe box

Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac

Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks

Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops, Bad Tony and the ball drop

In the now, I'm bangin' niggas for slide time

Hurry up Duke, I'm next, show 'em mine

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 starin' in the mess hall

Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin'

New jacks surrenderin', come home not rememberin'

Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt

Lookin' gay in the yard, and you got hurt

Flashbacks 'bout the day room, mop ringer style

Your faggot ass got bashed tryin' to turn the dial

You told your boo you was whylin'

Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin

High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books

Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!"

Sharpen toothbrushes 190 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

My whole team is eatin' off this type of shit (word up, throw your hands up)

Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit (cock back the Mac and say whatever)

Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket (tour Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit)

Ghost Chef and Nas, niggas, is the prophet

(I'm gonna love him, but what if...)

The Mack

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 lookin good, pretty and all that

You know, but no dough

When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (right on)

Word up, that motherfuckin brother wise

YouknowhatI'msayin? Teachin the uncivilized

Yeah, runnin the streets, 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 bangin sounds that I invent

Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went

They couldn't match up with the fly nigga

Wit his back against the wall

Heads clapped once I came in the door

I played the speaker, sippin on 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 toduce 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 fishin

Your wasteline, bangin like a bassline

Physical form is well complexed

And yo, I love your outline, Boo

Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged profile

Enough to make a hard rock smile

You can't strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong

You rockin' 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

Aiyyo peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret

And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freak 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, the shit got me open like dust

And yo, your stee is high potent, yo

We can go the distance, I put you under wings

From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings

I walked a hot Arabian desert, barefooted

I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it

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 brothas catchin repercussions

Yo, straight up

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'?

Buy, yo, though, on the real

Yo, yo, tonight feel like a nigga gon' get burnt, right? (Yeah, yeah)

Feel like you'll hear somethin' tomorrow, right?

Seem 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)

Yo, the sun always shine though

But you know what I'm sayin'? (Word)

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, 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

Order me Cristal twice, Kion, chill

Watch them niggas, ayy, yo, 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 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

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 be here in fifteen)

He's not lyin', wait for the Millenia green to pull up

He got the Donna Karan shit on, two rinsg

Six carats a piece, plus the chain swing

Like anchors on ships flooded with all diamond chips

Back pockets, two clips, four-fifhts 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

Turn the lights out, dip 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 Columbian 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

Hey mom, can I have some money?

The ice cream man is coming

Watch these rap, niggaz, get all up in your guts

French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe

Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched

And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up

(The ice cream man is coming)

Yo honey dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin'

See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens, how you're clickin'

I catch shootin' strong notes as we got close

She rocked rope, honey, throat smellin' like Impulse

Your whole shell, baby's wicked like Nimrod

Caught me like a fresh water scrod or may I not be God

Attitude is very rude, Boo, crabby like seafood

It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule

They call me Starky Love hun, check the strategy

By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's

Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true

Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe

Caramel complexion, breath smellin' like cinnamon

Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again

God damn, backyard's bangin' like a Benzy

If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz 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 whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do?

Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu

Watch these rap, niggaz, get all up in your guts

French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe

Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched

And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up

(The ice cream man is coming)

Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness

Yo, I'm loungin', big dick style, y'all niggaz 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 shootin' downtown

I'm rockin' hats and you wig is all intact

Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black

Freaks be movin' 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

Watch these rap, niggaz, get all up in your guts

French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe

Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched

And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up

(The ice cream man is coming)

Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder

Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number

Your sexy persuasive ta ta's and thighs

Catch my eyes like highs, I want your bodily surprise

Double dime some time, Ice Cream, you got me fallin' 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 mindstate

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 want to be callin' me cousin

Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin' spree, you're lovin'

Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets

I jizm like a giant, break brooms out of their sockets

(The ice cream man is coming)

Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what?

It's the after party and bitches want to fuck

Watch these rap, niggaz, get all up in your guts

French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe

Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched

And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up

Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch

And what they titties sucked, ice cream

Yeah, your guts

Watch these rap, niggaz, get all up in your guts

French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe

Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched

And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up

Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch

They want they titties sucked, ice cream

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, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons

And all that good stuff, that good stuff

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

Alright, 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

Come here, son

Come here, for a minute

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Yo, send Bobby to the store for some more baking soda

Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man

Get your big Avias off my mom's table man

The fuck is wrong with you, man?

Nah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man

Fuck is wrong with you, man?

Niggas is greedy man, damn

Big ass shits

Yo man, you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man

Chill man

Bobby Steels

Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit

Sup kid?

Get baking soda

Yo

Let's cut the pie five ways

We came off with two mil, kid

Noodles

Fast

Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through

La Cosa Nostra

Johnny Blaze

Lou Diamonds

Represent for my peoples

Word up, kid

Tony Starks

Universal frontier

Original bloodclaat bad boys

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

Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty

Like my hair knotty 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, 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

This goes for niggas who know

Wu will glow like yayo, lay low

Plus cooling in Barbados

Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit

Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit

Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up

Yo niggas act up, what? Blow up their workers if they have to

Señoritas, fucking up a storm buying 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 Figaro chain, yeah

Jakes beware of black rap millionaires

Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year

1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah

Wu roll together as one

I call my brother son cause he shine like one

Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds

I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver lining

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 your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone

How dare you approach it with them poems

The overfiend, light nova beam green, show 'em what soldier mean

The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it

The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit

Local bio-chemical, 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 adrenalin, 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

God stepping 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 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 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 motherfucking dome-piece

Deceased, laid to rest

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

Yo, ayo, I got to serve them my way, 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 you 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, best sellers become novels

The man rocking head bands, silk scarves and jams

Early 80's 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 flower 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

Cosa, Cosa

Come on

Raekwon, Ghostface

Yo what what, yo

Exotic type shit

Ninety-four, we must go to war fast

With the pen and the pad

God damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders

Wu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid

Money clothes designer hoes and shows y'all

Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid

Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make

Moves and slide like greese

What? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front

I'm slammin you like the Lex

So now I'm out in the ninety-five

Rockin that real nigga don't die

Guess down

Drawers Kani!

But yo I'm makin a pit stop

Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo

Whattup Hobbes?

Yo, remember that kid that we vicked

He made a half of mil for real

He brought about fo' bricks

Yo, so now we connect doors, 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 roll self, call up Son

I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit

A fake nigga faked and they killed his click

Gimme a minute and I'm with it

Yo niggaz done did it

Rock your vest

Keep your whip tinted

So now we see him up in BoJangles

Stranglin 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 of that nigga

DO HIM!

So now I'm lampin in my man's Land

Streets is hot like sand

Jesus rollin in my right hand

Yup, you know the steezo black

Got to go down like that

Shallah

Cigars

AND BALL HATS

Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo

What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?

You don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell

(Repeat 2X)

So it's your life

*We're livin in hell, we're livin in hellllllll*

What a chamber, fuckin with 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 livin in hell

31st chamber y'all

So it's your life

(What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?)

Niggaz ain't even know Son, only half is sewed cash

(You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell)

They haven't yet sold their weight

(What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?)

Question, shit is real, youknowhatI'msayin

(You don't believe...)

Niggaz think it's all about a real live Allah

A little hundred dollars and that make you a man

KnowhatI'msayin?

You ain't even promised tomorrow Son, word up

Niggaz don't understand how life can be so short

Come so fast

With the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you're gone baby

Straight up, knowhatI'msayin, get turned to dust

Return to the casket

That ass is out Son, word up

Word up, get evaporated, straight up

Word up

Lose all your strength nigga

Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent Jason

Heartbroken, we soakin wet though

Keepin it real for my peopls

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

YouknowhatI'msayin? You my life charm, word up

For real

Keep shinin

Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz

Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system

The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four

Word up, RZA, he's my nigga baby

Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now

YaknowhatI'msayin?

Word up, Big Booth represent the Q

Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float

GZA, word up, Master Killer

The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck

Dirty Bastard

U-God, word up baby

Keep it real Son

Keep packin them guns

Word up

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)

Yo, man, that's you man (Bring her over here)

Yo, peace, Rae, peace, God

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?

I've watched you go through a lot of trials and tribulations, Rae

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?

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

Yo, man, you remember that shit, man?

When we would be down there in the hills and shit, man?

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? Know which way you traveling

You understand? And follow that destiny and follow the light

And it'll set you free

'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)

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

Yeah, Rae, baby, check it out

Feedin' my babies, cash rules from morn' to dawning

Only God is the son of man

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

But each man must weigh all facts and circumstances

And find truth in his own judgment of righteousness

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

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