niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..... Cuz if I had a chance, to do it again I will
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
Kwame) [Intro: Kwame] 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
. So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth. Then I'm'a have to play, and brake the fuck out. And it will see you slip, after one round with
unfuckable. So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth. Then I'm'a have to play, and brake the fuck out. And it will see you slip, after one
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
: [kung fu sample] If only we can lay our hands on that vixen Yu Shin Hua Then all our problems will be over... Yu Shin Hua! You thought you'd find my
Cappa] Whoever she gonna do anyway But bust it, bust it though baby, bust it Who else, who else is gonna... [Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard] This is dedicated
flows with the transistor Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after, I be self lord and master [Ol Dirty Bastard
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) Niggaz on the left, brag shit
huh? Yeah? Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck
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
yo my Wu-Tang cliff'll 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
flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!) [
K. Reeves You best believe, my loot's stacked up like a RuPaul weave Punks jump up to get plastered Respect to Wu-Tang and that OL DIRTY BASTARD A lot
turquoise SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A and P On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate No caffeine, but the submachine gun will
promoting your block or buying fresh sneakers with gwops Yo, I'm an ill dude, always been a real dude Don't fuck around, I will spill on you and kill
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 'Cuz if I had a chance to do it again I will