Wu-Tang Clan other songs:

 

Claudine lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Nicole Bus)

 You ever feel that pain, when you lose someone

So much dear in your heart

Knowing that you never get those moments back

Wishin' you could bring'em back

Just to hug'em and just hold'em

And kiss'em one time

(Mathematics, Mathematics)

Uh it's done, I forgot to see what's real

Living in this pink ink mind mine

(You didn't find love) (Unified love)

You think it's fine to play with all what I have left

It's a cold world out there and I can't take this silence

See all the things I'm going through

I don't know why

But I know that you

Are you with me?

And that's all that matters now

If I got you, oh, you got me, you see

I got one for the lovers, two for the ones we loss

I know, I know, I know

We gotta keep it up, yeah

We'd now losing us

Three for the summers, four the nights we cry

I know, I know, I know

We keep tryin'

Keep fallin' for our love

I only love her when she mad at me

She mass crappy

That make up sex be mad nasty

Our heads be bumping like bad (acting)

Sad actually

She turned the back to get back at me

And bang tracked me, but we happy

Just take it back and unbackstab me

"And that's my story and I'm sticking to it" I'm not taggy

If she the mama, I'd be the papi no need to ask me

If she attract me I'd blow'er back and she need a nappy

In a feed up position like in a womb

You're not feeling I given that much, you be feeling it soon

Just assume another chick could never fit in your loose

She just tryna be the dish that runaway with the spoon, nah

If we Gon clean house, gotta start in our room

One broom and I get clean out, never start with a goon

Leave it up to boomer we always stop with a boom

I got time that they straight up, and we started at noon

I got one for the lovers, two for the ones we loss

I know, I know, I know

We gotta keep it up, yeah

We'd now losing us

Three for the summers, four the nights we cry

I know, I know, I know

We keep tryin'

Keep fallin' for our love

I reflect on a scriptions and old pictures

Staring at my mama in the kitchen doing dishes

Despite how she was living who am I to judge

But what'ave learned, if your mama is alive show her love

The pain that I experienced overthrough the fame

Carry me for not much she pushed, then I came

That's why the city's so attracted to the mom on its plane

To never hear her voice again, it'd never be the same

When the dead is free set, you feel like your soul is sold

Then sadness, you find yourself crying in the open

Her face was cold, she felt my tearz in the casquette

And every drop that fell in the cheek, I cry acid

Beat you every photos and flowers over the cemetery

And cries just like the end of Cooley High

Mama come back we miss you

Come back for a couple of days so I can just hug you and kiss you

I got one for the lovers, two for the ones we loss

I know, I know, I know

We gotta keep it up, yeah

We'd now losing us

Three for the summers, four the nights we cry

I know, I know, I know

We keep tryin'

Keep fallin' for our love

Hood Go Bang! (Remix) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Redman, Method Man, Raekwon, U-God, Mathematics)

 [Redman:]

This is how it sounds when the hoods go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang! (Yeah)

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Yeah, here we go (Here we go)

I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang! (bang!)

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Bang!

[Method Man:]

Yo, this is how it sound when the hood go bang

You can cop a couple of bricks of good cocaine

I'm a block scholar, call me Dollars, I don't change

I'm a Rottweiler, diamond collar with gold fangs

Yep, a top shotter, Don Dada, rhyme proper

Might even take the 'R' out of brother—why bother?

Mic on Halloween, I mean, I'm clearly a monster

We gathered here today so that I could dearly depart ya

Math, bars better than Willy Wonka's

It's how to get away with a murder—you feel me, Shonda?

Rhymes like karma, I'm hood, stash the contra

You ever hear a rhymer this good, smack ya mamas

But it's still death over dishonor

'Cause you can get it next and get death over this drama

Math verse Meth, this Civil War is a starter

Men turn to martyrs, Wu-Tang bang regardless

[Redman:]

Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Yeah, here we go (Here we go)

I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Bang!

[Raekwon:]

We stay shattered and clutch the gold links

Everything on is mint, I came through in a Reno, all tinted

I'm known to make a million in jet

King Joffrey and its cadets

Shooters from the boonies that's looney

Hold the Tec with all respect, expose his neck

Trees burn 'em out, niggas is learning now

The Archbishop murder through March, Clarks is slippers

I spark blippers, bloggers catch way shot zippers

The movie's all state of the art, we throw grenades and blades

And darts and changed the grain, this sharp

Remain remarkable, we ain't playing this part

We can't explain this art, he ain't the same as us, he pus

Glass of gin for my jewelers, too many rugers nigga

[?] [?] hundred Benz in Bermuda

Known to fuck a party up and bounce

We hog-tie little rappers, give 'em black eyes like Little Rascals

[Redman:]

Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Yeah, here we go (Here we go)

I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Bang!

[U-God:]

What it sound like? Here's another sound right

The sounds of a hundred rounds, blacked down at night

And in hindsight, I'm still on this plane

The hood slang go bang, the big change to swank

Take an A, met these lanes, Mr. Officer Skane

It's just the dialect that I select when I slang

Who's saying? Your false talk, you get erased like chalk

Who's for? Or who shot hawk? And who popped off?

Th men and mouse shit, public service announcements

Careful we're burnings a ounce of small town houses

Youthful offenders meet the public defender

Who offers you a fight attempt, plea deal with a mayday to surrender

What a fucked-up summer

Had a brand new come up

This Fourth of July bullets fly and the doves cry

To [?] face in the R.I.P. white tee

From a ricochet of the red bricks to the headpiece

[Redman:]

Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Yeah, here we go (Here we go)

I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Bang!