Songtexte: Wu-Tang Clan. Shaolin Worldwide.

Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Wantin' respect, wantin' respect
Never doubt the Life
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?

Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Who the fuck are you to criticize me?
Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey
Yo, respect, that's my word

Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen
All my life I've been poverty stricken
Always took what's mines, never was given
A second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision

You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
Quick to slip the clip in, blow you out position
Street jurisdiction, nigga, no restriction
Concrete composition for emcee's in submission

Special edition crash, course mission
Push through like the task force to crush all competition
See you from a distance, dry snitchin', whisperin'
To your man posted up like two little bitches

When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches
Or find yourself with Del, sleepin' with the fishes
I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas
I can't stand the bid when that's all in my business

Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted
I get lifted, I just shoot somethin' from hot biscuit
These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district
Leave no finger prints and no survivin' witness

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide
Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow

Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana
Ninja coma, piranhas crack teeth on my armor
Scandalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda
Death before dishonor, snake charmer

Persona of one who makes drama
Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin' a revolver in my Parker
Bombin' unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder
Fear the bow of the silent archer

Sure shotter, I pass the rock to your starter
Poison darter, news photographers document the horror
While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda
Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar

Your highness, the crowd holler
Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma
Crowd sponsor, hotter than Bahama steam saunas
The Rebel of opera, popped off the chocolate and the Gosha
Monster truck crush you impostors

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide
I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow

I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential
Overlooked 'cuz y'all can't understand what I been through
You ain't got to love me or even pretend to
Actin' like the street, they ain't got no street credentials

Track villains, rats be killin' instrumentals
They catch fillin' and slap a feelin' out ya dental
Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials
Up shit's creek lookin' for some more shit to get into

Got the Clan jewels as I continue
To serve you everythin' on that's on the menu
With Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man
Told you Wake Up?

My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly
Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me
The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me
Shaolin what? Don't get it fucked up and cross me

Rappers gettin' stuck
For actin' stuck up and flossy
Say it ain't so, bust the calico
Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide
Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow

Wantin' respect, wantin' respect
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Wantin' respect, wantin' respect
Wantin' respect, sharpest niggas in the