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!