Machingun rap for all my niggaz in the back stay the impacket chang yo nigga your fucking bitch yo fuck you in your arsehole .Wu -tang clan is the best
the rocks and mountain but there will be no rock, so what we say [Verse Four: Method Man] Wu-Tang Clan's in the area, Capleton's in the area We got
to these niggas that I came up with that?s my team, never would I let a woman come between what we doing right now this our dream, Wu Tang Clan niggas
With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond We airin' niggas out that's the type shit that we on Official Wu-Tang headbanger Flood your
with your - Box in your hand and you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang Clan And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping Your feet start the dancing
Fake roller derbies) Yeah, masked avengers We're here to sharpen your sword {"one"} All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan Scream on it, Ghost [Ghostface
get their shine stolen Do or die, it be I, Meta-physical Man Holding court from my Wu, indivisible clan I see your thoughts and your hand reachin It's
, plus jeans boomin beats Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo the heat is on, never too black or too strong In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about
the features, I hold a player's crown I step in your town, snake skin down Let off a round, check it how it sounds [Chorus: Inspectah Deck (all)] Statepens
it to the young-ins and the OG's Witnessed by notary public, certified rough shit Does it feel good, how was it? Gritty like the subway tracks My protocal
game, it's not a game, nigga Like Billy Danze, I be running with "Fame" Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life Hard body, another day
strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit [Inspectah Deck] Aiyo
body and spirit 120 degrees a piece We gon' break it down into simple terms That's nine nigga nine Highest level of change It's too many niggas sittin
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son, if it's really real Interlude
shit, motherfucker Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it Get lost, I break you
like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage like hail, electrifying the third rail Peep the smash on paragraphs of ruckus Wu-Tang (Clan ain't nuttin ta
