in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool till your man MC Sham came through And said that Puma's The Brand 'cause the clan makes troops
head off Keep on gunnin' cuz of what they said Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head Scalp a skinhead quick And your greasy-ass triple clan and shit
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 coming for the head piece protect it Fuck
: [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
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
is what a gwaan These are the things righteous people a scorn Prophets a ring the alarm Tell the heads of government fi cool and fi calm And if you live
meds higha dan Angel pon heaven's wire, Burn dem with di hell's fyah, Wah prostitute and virgin have in common? Empire! Dem waan come inna mi bed fi cool
meds higha dan Angel pon heaven's wire, Burn dem wit di hell's fyah, Wah prostitute and virgin have in common? Empire! Dem waan come inna mi bed fi cool
, cool sounds, he's ale Can't by the tails, it's pale fangs wit scales Mermaids and belly dancers, neck romancers We stalk like three headed panthers
. 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
? [ ROUND 1: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head
all out the pen You sold crack to hell and back Whoever would have thought you could fail at that Bein' broke ain't never been cool And it ain't no
Funkmaster Flex, is down with us KRS-One, he's down with us The Wu-Tang Clan is down with us Busta Rhymes you know he's down with us Naughty and Fat
in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool till your man M C Sham came through And said that pumas the brand 'cuz the clan makes troops
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
pushed my head down, cause I ain't know, word yo And since then neither religious or christian, but I keep the faith in Him Plus the desert eagle clan
And I insist that this, with a flick of the wrist Will be kid not dissed at the top of the list So go a-head, and stand, check out the man With a clan
Who's house? Run's house Once again my friend not a trend for then They said, rap was crap but never had this band Till the ruler came with a cooler