Songtexte:
Wu Tang Clan When You Come Home

put you on ya toes, son (don't stress) When You Come Home, my nigga, When You Come Home When You Come Home we gon' blow crazy oz., son (don't stress)

ma put you on ya toes, son (don't stress) When You Come Home, my nigga, When You Come Home When You Come Home we gon' blow crazy oz., son (don't stress

ma put you on ya toes, son (don't stress) When You Come Home, my nigga, When You Come Home When You Come Home we gon' blow crazy oz., son (don't stress

when you step into the chamber with the master Disaster, gotta blast ya, cuz I hafta [U-God:] The rat pack is back from the island of Stat' Leave you cursed off, cuz you

feat. Ron Isley) "It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!" [Method Man] Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) It's a Wu-Tang

never waitin, twelve days, penetrated When I come with the roughness, mad niggaz try to rush this Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless When

course Come back a little cutty endorse Risked it for his kids the pain is lost We sittin back on a better note Yellin "Peace god, I love you love you

that Whoever run this shit You get a jammed knee cap Make the healthy get sick And your fam handicapped You a fan of rap My clan attack Your school, home

like biggity boot that man And that's 32 chambers less than the Wu-Tang Clan, yep Four featers, two peoples you already know Swishahouse ain't gotta screw you cause you