Sucker Free City lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics
(performed by Kurupt and Ralph McDaniels)
This is a Super Mathematics LP
Ay, ay, ay, check this shit out man
We done been to the sky and back, you understand me
Walking on clouds to the ground
Fuck that shit my nigga
We ridin', you dig?
We done made it through it all my nigga
We done went through the 90s, survived
We done went through 2000, we still here
We still pushin'
Mathematics (RZA)
Kurupt Young Gotti (Raekwon)
Dogg Pound, DPG (Ghost)
Daz, Snoopy, Soopafly
Nate Dogg, rest in peace
Rest in peace O.D.B.
You dig what I'm sayin'?
These other niggas, man, they full of shit nigga
They ain't shit my nigga
They equivalent to bitches, my nigga
Walkin' around with tempax' and put shit in they ass
What the fuck you thought this was nigga?
We gon' do what the fuck we wanna do
How we wanna do it, the way we wanna do it
When we wanna do it, motherfucker
Mandingo lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics
(performed by Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, Cappadonna)
[Raekwon:]
Ah
The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control
If properly mastered, one's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets
Ultimately, one becomes invincible
I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique
Flying fist
Right
Chef-sharpened blade
It's got fearsome strength
You bastard
Oh, shit
My design is like fine wine drip
Caught in Spellman, yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff
Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy
Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi
Copping too much shit for the wiz
Other day, she tried to drive the God right up the bridge
I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped
I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman
Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded
Thirty-fifth, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em
We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours
Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers
Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex
Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's
Shoot big for the stars who layin' down
And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now
One hundred
[Inspectah Deck:]
Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude
I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food
It's a small thing, you an offspring
Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king
You heard me? I'm built sturdy, still in the field, dirty
Amazon in my prime, I bring it real early
Like that, get it right and exact
Tell a wiretap I be on money like tax
Allah Math, marvelous craft, carving the path
I charge 2K every bar and a half
Counting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune
Respect for select few, the rest is, "F you"
Hip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc
See me in the S6, whippin' through gridlock
Big shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan
I'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong
[Method Man:]
Hold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty
Other eye on the petty, start the Glock, I'm ready
My name hold weight on the block, all heavy
As a father, I figured y'all popped already
Got shot already
I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried
Rollie on the watch all presi'
My drive to the top Andretti
And beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti
Suckers try to knock me out the box like Skelly
Once upon a time, this is not like Shkreli
The script on the pot, not reggie
We cop, but the cops know this twelve play is not R. Kelly
Smell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary
I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary
See, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary
[Interlude:]
Your Iron Lung technique is unmatched
It's top notch
It's incredible
It's unbeatable
Right
Beware the Iron Lung
There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from
Right, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style
Forgive me, master
[Cappadonna:]
Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery
Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry
My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing
Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses
Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers
All my gators get money and hustle a lot
If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot
Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate
No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect
Niggas go hard, so protect your neck
Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right
Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night
I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight
I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype
Poppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits
My whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets
I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing
I be outside and y'all be so fronting
Try to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function
Stop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit
Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my ****
Your technique is second to none
Right
That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style
Quite impressive
Right, now witness my Shaolin sword style
Splendid
Clan and Mathematics
We do it for everybody, even the maggots
Roar Of The Lion (The Lion's Pit) lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics
(performed by U-God, Kool G Rap, RZA)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout
Uh, uh-huh, Don, Mathematics
Yeah, fuck all my enemies
Uh-huh, I catch you comin' out the hallway again
I'ma smack rockets outta your jaw, nigga, bang, bang
Yeah, nigga, word up
That's my word, yo, stupid
Some hard shit for convicts gettin' messy in the mosh pit
Groovy chick take hits, so let's separate your topics
Talk shit, then I speak with an iron stick
Instincts that rely on quick
Welcome to the lion's pit
Ears up in attack mode, there's strangers in these back roads
Think tank crack codes, lights out black hole
The power of words can run up in your stronghold
Easy access, now you starin' down my gunhole
Gunhole, look at my son go, distributin' bundles
Bundles, now we livin' in the sun glow
Territory of rap beef will be our defeat
Follow critics on YouTube's, lose ability to eat
Open your eyes to a glorious view, so scenic
The chosen few, witness the slow rise of the Wu-Tang Phoenix
Jars of lemon grass, enhanced bars, you can repeat
16-bar melters, barbecue your headpiece
That's right, keep the gun concealed
I deal with the struggle real
I've seen addicts pursue the hit and never touch a meal (Meal)
For that bread drill, a bloodshed like a bucket spill
Seen them with bubbles on they grill, chick, I cut with steel (For real)
Funeral ballot keys, my glimpses of reality
That queen's criminal mentality, be runnin' wild on me
Juveniles out in the lab like niggas doin' alchemy (Alchemy)
Ain't no in-betweens, it's execution of style for greed
Real mechanic under that hood like a valvoline (You feel me)
Drinkin' XR, hottie stacked at the driver's knee
Witness the balance over cheddar (Cheddar)
Niggas laying weights for the system of weights, balances and measures (Yeah)
Better invest in the best for the pressure
Pictures on mirrors of niggas on whack
And soundin' on the dress and that's when he came here
Met up with treacherous endeavors
Where they got zipped up in pads and carry on the stretcher. NYC
Catfish in closed casket, decrepit buildings
Pissy mattress, we did back handstands
Triple backflip, slap box, knuckle checks, belt buckles and ass whips
They had a crush on Freaky KEKE, that boostin' ass bitch
Spicy sticky rice veggie spot from the roadie spot
Freeda had a fatty patty, her man had plenty guap
Benz with the Bimmer, Mia come up with the Kia
Used to walk around the corner so that nobody would see her
Red Stripes and Guinness Stout, stout curry balls, spin his pouch
Long line around the corner, **** lookin' like it's In-N-Out
Indian hastin' black, reachin' for his heat
To cook the beef fire truckin' screechin'
Inner science runnin' down the street
Sexy signs will always have that baby mama drama
35 without a man, I call that baby mama karma
Karma, karma, chameleon Wu-Tang, it's for the children
We enter the frontier of your mind, explored like a pilgrim
Ghetto livin', burnt beans and greasy chicken
On the back of the milk box, it looks like Little TT is missing
A hard head makes a soft ass, splash splash, better learn
Study Sik-E-Susie out there, just to spread a churn
Nutty peanut with smoked dust, go out there beat his box
Walk the block, boxing shorts looking crazy, dengie socks
High as a kite, ready to fight with a loaded Glock
Sticky cotton mouth yelling "Yo, motherfuck the cops!"
God, forgive me if you think I'm weak
Claudine lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics
(performed by Method Man, Ghostface Killah, 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
Shaolin vs. Lama lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics
(performed by Raekwon, Inspectah Deck)
How dare you challenge me?
Come here, tiger!
I think it's time we went deep into the archives
No one is allowed to enter the sacred foe
This Alaskan nigga approached me
He had suede on
Caesar had half moon, had his grain on
Five, six, drop
Pressing Barbados, stacked potatoes
Rockin' rich shit, had Play-Doh
What's your name? Louis Rich the third
Bet you heard rap for that kid
Follow your burn
Now we speak
Took off my hat, waves leakin'
Beat that nigga, actin' like he know about Reef
Still unsure other than that
Feel more than safe, let money fade
I got three, more than Zayn
Rolled up
Bought a nigga with front, rolled up
Threw the medallion out
Rocks all rolled up
Who should beat this?
Money grabbin' his drink
Bumpin' the Leafs
That's Chico, yo, what up with Rico?
He's chillin'
Lanced at his nigga with the Rams at
Check the stands then check where his hands at
Truth is gorgeous
Priceless shit, that's foolish
Fifteen thousand in the trunk
He asked for Louis' cat
Beat trapped his burner
Shots released like a new single
Except one touch to guard
He's emotional
Throwin' them shots like they promotional
Shorty run from the door
Hit the floor commotion, won't stop playin'
Bangin' on the door, something crazy
He had an 80 and a cat hand
Stay still kid
The niggas over there want drama
Hold your head, sorta like Wu versus llama
Grab the Ether
Salute them niggas, you got shit
Calico pop shit
Rap burglar rock shit
You're being watched like you're new on the block
From rooftop
Get your blues on
It's hot, shots pop, the music stop
Party's over, roll soldier
Move focus closer
Shot the lights out
Struck the bouncer in the soda
Hard times to roll nine
They can't control the matches
Scream for Wu
Backstage we slingin' V.I.P. passes
Lions be takin' place with the clans
So they face the fans
Slow they pace
Get your blood roll, fuck the 5-0
They want it done though
Bitches gettin' trampled
Niggas wildin' in the front row
Fire marshal catchin' beat down
Tryin' to cut my sound
Radio dispatchin' backup
Bustin' 'round without intermission
From a crowd's position
Bullets ricocheted off the strobe light
Strikin' Christian
A nigga slipped in the fam' munition
To bust back, knock that
Them out of town cats to take the rack
It's war on the dance floor, quarter to four
Before we build off, they tried to seal off the back door
Cats wore the beach
Hopped my suit down the side streets
Signed off my getaway jeep
Grabbed the front glass and flew the headrest off the passenger seat
I grabbed the heat, ditched the whip and then escaped on feet
While the locals interrogated for names and photos
Worked with five foes, swappin' info for dough
Stay still kid
The niggas over there want drama
Hold your head, sorta like Wu versus llama
Grab the Ether
Salute them niggas, you got shit
Calico pop shit
Rap burglar rock shit
The niggas over there want drama
Hold your head, sorta like Wu versus llama
Grab the Ether
Salute them niggas, you got shit
Rap burglar rock shit
Executioners From Shaolin lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics
(performed by Inspectah Deck, GZA, Cappadonna)
Right then, let's just get right to it
You're ruthless!
You're despicable!
You're nothing but killers!
I'm a professional
I do what I'm trained to do
So you killed them?
Not my fault, they should have trained harder
Now, if you excuse me, I have more men to kill
Damn you bastard
I despise you
[Inspectah Deck:]
This slap like nana when you talk back, fall back
You want smoke? Feel the contact
Kill a small chap, put it in the contract
I really work, lunchbox with the hard hat
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago
Cross the north to south to Key Largo, pronto
Aiming and blow, leave a John Doe
Folks so amazed at the blow. It's incanto
Toast to the greatest alive
Stay sane in the world where they built more faith than the chains
Get sent back the way that you came
I'm out to control the universe
Lame's trying to make it rain
But I ain't hating on them
I'm just skating on them
Like waking in Jamaica in the morning
I was born with it, I'ma take it to the coffin
Take it to the limit, then take it to the auction
[GZA:]
We baked those local spots when we turned the mics on
Rolling with the talent
The beats, rappers
Said he had to lick a shot for a top notch clan
Multiple swordsman, blade sharp
Ripped through your heart
MCs want no part
Any type of conflict or nonsense
Then we be swamped quick
Get thick
Problem goes beyond sick
G-g-goes beyond sick
[Cappadonna:]
Said you coming out the gate and swinging my sword
I cut rappers in half choking with the cord
They'll never try to step to my written dimension
I smash your whole set, kick your head in the trenches
You know I'm fit nigga
I slapped you out your flip-flops
You flow on the ground I dragged you for six blocks
You can't escape from the king of this hip-hop
Rappers can't avoid my spit, they just get chopped
36 chambers, killing the vampires
Niggas suck dick, your whole camp is liars
Fake-ass nigga, your beard is fake
You wear tight clothes, wear a skirt for the devil
You don't know wearing that, you search for my level
Stupid motherfucker, you ain't nothing but an idiot
Cartoon character, all your shit illiterate
Should've stomped you before, but I was considerate
It's that man, my alligator jumped your homeboy
Violate niggas, smack 'em with the chrome toy
(Keep it)
Talk it, put the hammer on your teeth
Pitbulls eating your balls, you little thief
Can't fuck around
Niggas'll get slumped
Throw you off the roof, hit your dog with the pump
Your little posse, just a room full of roaches
You leader a bitch, he just food for my roaches
As soon as you come out the building, you dead meat
Drown in the water, niggas is lead-feed
I ain't finished with you, I'm just getting started
Your mother a tomboy, your father's retarded
Your big brother, he always wear Pamper
Your little sister got her head in my hamper
I'm the king in this shit, don't you ever try and spit
I heard you do it before, you sound like shit nigga
You dear enter the sacred temple?
Why wouldn't I? Who's gonna stop me?
Cleopatra Jones lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics
(performed by Raekwon & Masta Killa)
Cleopatra Jones
Is there something you need or?
Don't do it - I mean
Don't do this son
My name is Cleopatra Jones
I'm from Sumatra
Exoticness?
Yeah, that's cute
I never heard that before
[Raekwon:]
She was African, body spectacular, she's immaculate
Smooth tone, we stayed on the phone, I was just rapping
Talking about planets, holding down Manhattan
Buying trucks, trading in herry high in the black Benz
Regulators, her jaw was delegated, near elevators
That nigga elevated
Maude, they interrogated
Chef, this is rare when Chanel and Jade align me with you
But still a hell of hating
I sat there, forces on, true black suede
Fuck is going on, we some rap mayors
Yves Saint Laurent glasses with some fat jayers
And cooling with my trap sprayers at Dreyer's
Most fly, those are my guys, Jack and Fat Gators
Diamond ring kings in the back bladed
Sax faded, dap faded
Him and Max peeling stacks, hold the strap, say it
Yo chill, my nigga, my nigga
Fuck is y'all doing over there, man?
Cool out man, what the fuck is you doing?
See, can't bring niggas out, see?
All these motherfuckin' angry around here
You wildin', nigga, I'm chillin' with Cleopatra
Cleo, what up, Cleo?
Call me now
Well, fuck you then
Hope you full with better flowers
Made a motherfuckin' poison ivy
[Masta Killa:]
She'll clap you if she have to
Miss Jones, Cleopatra
I'm Black Caesar
Spark the reefer
Peep the feature
Snoop and Meth
My queen a Sheba, glad to meet ya
Cocked the hammer
Long burner, truck turner
Cross 110th, knew a freak, she a nymph
Called a foxy, she do karate, hit the shotty
Shot the teddy bear, sprayed the lobby, killed the posse
Don't stand there or you can be the next body
We gettin' money here, New Jacks livin' fair
My city full of lion, tigers, wolves, and bears
Few snakes we decapitate, caged heat
Penitentiary beef spills out into the streets
Pussy too sweet
Make you wanna tweet about it
Super fly, we from EMY, do or die
Who am I? Keep a bad queen on my side
Always down to ride
Mango margaritas, silk pajamas
On the beach in the Bahamas
Shallow llamas, Ramadamas, Nastradamus
What's the science Lord, just paying homage
Fully conscious
She my coffee, let her rule the world bossy
MGT, GCC
But she can never boss me
Jamel Arif, Wise Chief
Show controller, G-O-D
'Cause ain't no controlling me
It's not how it's meant to be
Now cipher
As far as my eye can see, ha ha
Cleopatra Jones
Harry, you've been boozed up
Warriors Two, Cooley High lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics
(performed by Benny The Butcher & Method Man)
You guys got fat while everybody's starvin' in the street
It's my turn
Nothing goes on unless I'm involved
No record deals, no studio time, no streaming
You sell a mixtape outta your man's trunk, we want in
You hear me? We want in
Nothing goes on unless Griselda and Wu-Tang are involved
You think you'll live long enough to spend that money, you fuckin' hump?
Hahahaha, hahaha, huh?
You wanna know where to find me, I'll be at the Plaza Hotel, come see me
You're welcome, oh
Griselda, nigga (It's time)
Yo (Uh-huh), uh, let's go (Yeah)
(Peace to the young god Y)
(Peace to Almighty F)
(Peace, God)
Sopranos don't get a cut, then you can't live (Nigga)
That's shit I learned on my first state bid (My first one)
I took a brick and broke it down to eight bigs (Eight of 'em)
Then drove a triple that across the Golden Gate Bridge (Skrrt)
Be smart, streets'll swallow you if you're not (You're not)
It's a difference from bein' popular and bein' hot
We put in work, then go to the hospital, see the opps (What's poppin'?)
And let 'em know it's back poppin' as soon as they leave the doc' (Uh)
I'm used to bread, was super fed
Exclusive threads, I'm suited in Givenchy scarves, Medusa heads
I'm the best shit, the proof is here (Here)
These rap groups are scared, niggas is prayin' to make it through the year (Haha)
I know the feelin' of prison, just make it through your bid
Back when my only objective was make it to the kids
They witnessed it, we businessmen, ex-coke stretchers
VIP full of Hublots and Rolexes
Cream up, the money long, my team's up (Ah)
My queen bee in a honeycomb, she pre-nup
I'm linked up with them Killa Beez, them wings up
Midas, king touch, to your hoes, I'm King Just
Jesus, what you hearin' is genius
That pro Meth, they can protest or bring cups
I cleaned up, but still ain't pullin' my jeans up
In fact, whole closet is straight just like my jean cut
Ain't got to tell you the flow is clever, I'm cold as ever
I'm cold weather, you only sweat it or on a sweater
No Cinderella, beyond the star, I'm interstellar
My pen is better, if not, pick up my pen and tell 'em
We bang whatever, the reign is terror, get the umbrellas
They say we cocky, I mean bukkake, now come get her
Ayy, RZA, who made them millions off that one seller?
And even better, who made they millions off one letter?
Back in my bag like dime bags from Palmetto
My arm ghetto, dirty ratchet, I palm metal
Just like I'm smokin' a square down, I'm calm, mellow
Know I'm holdin' my square down, I'm Carmelo
Y'all yellow, put in work, but y'all Jell-O
My arms strong, I handle bars, let y'all pedal
We not friends, you can't relate, we not kin
I bet him one, that's next to nothin', I'm top ten
Wu-Tang Clan rocks the world (Right, magnificent)
Let's Do It Again lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics
(performed by RJ Payne, 38 Spesh, Willie The Kid, RZA)
A world premiere, a world premiere
A world premiere, a world premiere
This is A Super Mathematics blast
[R.J. Payne:]
Jet prep savage, I'm back at it, I'm baggin' up, uh
It's pain in Mathematics, now add it up
Bad habits, black ratchets, it's bad enough
Tripod long as a craft mack, I'm mackin' up
Yeah, we can get aggressive
Neenah's of the desert, I'm a Ghostface Killer baby
You're genius with the Method
Golden arms, rebel lioness, you need to get the message
I'm cookin' Raekwon the chef, I'm just seasonin' with peppers
A nightmare you wouldn't expect
Leatherface with the chainsaw, I Candyman hook you to death
Freddy Krueger, the dream killer, my foot on your neck
Murder half of the top ten while Benny Butcher the rest
I'm saying (I'm saying), I murdered the game with two solos
Worldwide, they respectin' the pain like the Wu logo
I listen more, talk less, few photos
I'm old school like dirty Tims and new Polos
It's Payne
[38 Spesh:]
Ayo, I'm dealin' with some different issues
Switchin' rentals, license bad, I gotta use my bitch credentials
She don't know what a nigga into
I leave just in case money in the safe, that's for incidentals
Hard time build character
I broke through every barrier set here in America
Nobody here to take care of us
Ain't nowhere our parents was
We bindin' with pit bull terriers
I knew the bosses, the managers
The pie carriers of the guys from high crime areas
The police tried scarin' us
Interrogation room, we kept quiet like librarians
I'm a 4-5 carrier
You seen the movie, saw a nigga, you gon' die scarier
Huh, you know that I bury ya
Y'all want gangsta shit, this fit the criteria
Trust
[Willie the Kid:]
The Trellis ventriloquist, I'm puppeteerin'
Two tears in the bucket, this bucket hat I'm wearin'
Starin' clear of the bullshit
Willie so clean, I should play the pulpit
Pullin' up in a Porsche
Worst case scenario, my niggas pull a pistol
You get shot in the pool, you fools artificial
Scruple, screw on a silencer like Shaheen
'Cause bad boys movin' silence, Basmala
Bless the fool, brother, I mean, uh
All black, movin' like a mommish
Baggin' chicks at city college, movin' pills
The weed loud like shoe polish, I'm from the guild
P-Funk, Boosie Collins
Tip and tip drills, bunch of dollar bills
She pop off as I sit still, yet and still
Only deal with Mathematics
Apply science defiance
Never discipline for niggas on site
[RZA:]
Imagine the sound of your face
Scraping up against the gate of a barbed wire fence
This is barbed iron fist, hot barbed iron dick
Whole slob to knob quick
This is on, so throw it in your a... (Hey) quick
I don't bust my brain
Try to bust a sling
You can trust the tank
Came in here on bustin' train
Brew this beefcake
Live your life like I snuck the sweepstakes
Finish it up, son
I'm Pops with the teeth, they crazy ammo
Black Kevlar underneath the camera
Rupplin' Berrazzano
Reconnect with Italian
Spoken on the camera
Cigarette dip
In that dingy
On the rooftop
Talked like the bathroom, cosmocity bow
Kidney blues singer
Exercise the middle finger, no diggity
I got that real killer, B-Stinger
Nine caddies for a springer
Got your neck inside the ringer
While your chick doing fights with bitches on Jerry Springer
I'm have been through way too much now
Seems like I'm always in a rush
This life is getting harder, but I keep on getting stronger
In my back my money's up now
In this crazy world
We got lovers that's trying to seize multiplying
In this crazy world
We got children that's dying, their president's lying
In this crazy world
My brothers, my sisters, we don't love each other
In this crazy world
It'd be different if this world were mine
Dolemite lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics
(performed by Cappadonna, U-God & Masta Killa)
Yeah, yeah
Right now we in the place to be
Yeah, time to have some fun in this bitch
Ayo, deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
Disco ties is the four [?]
Punch and Quincy where the [?]
[?] coke ass life
We don't play with those niggas that foul and trife
We be on the biddy, side burns and chilies
After the town you know we meet at the telly
If they telly don't work, we take it to the roof
This is way, way back when we was wearing the troops
Eyes cosmicized, Colosseum [?]
Gucci all on it, them Mickey Mouse wars
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
So what you gonna tell me?
Can't tell me, jack
We been doing this shit (We gon' take 'em back) way before crack
Hit, hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streets
Rhyme, rhyme all the time, never ever drop a dime
Stop, stop doin' crime, still rockin' in my prime
The way that I throw the shine, up your back, down your spine
Bad, bad, super bad, always first, never last
Swift, swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron bat
Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas
Set fire to your ass, smoke a spliff of grass
Ball playin' girl lane, on the mic I'm rhyme sprayin'
M.C. rock viciously, satisfaction guaranteed
Or you get your money back, leave your girl, that's a wrap
Hit spike like a bat, heel toe, now I tap
Second round, second left, in your town, check and trap
Cock the beretta back, where my money at?
Smack off your funny hat, always got the street the job
Lay up in the honey hive, eggs on the sunny side
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
So what you gonna tell me?
Can't tell me, jack
We been doing this shit (Yeah) way before crack
Clap your hands everybody (Turn it up, turn in up)
And everybody, clap your hands (Yeah, yo Meth)
All the ladies, clap your hands (Some-somebody)
All the strong man, take a stand (Somebody say ooh)
One two, one two three
Speakers so large cops coming to jam
Tell everybody to leave, but we don't need him
We keep on jamming 'till we hear that shot
That be making the crowds run from off the block
All my homies still fresh, dope forever
Louis Vuitton shit, silks and mad leathers
[?] on the mic
So what you gonna tell me?
Can't tell me, jack
We been doing this shit way before crack
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Clap your hands everybody
And everybody, clap your hands
All the ladies, clap your hands
All the strong man, take a stand
One two, one two three
Look, I'm the magnificent G-O-D
Put your hands in the air like this and follow me
I skip with the Ali's, [?]
To all the ladies in the V.I.P., the henny free
She butter fly, fly lyrics sting like a killer bee
Right hand lean, when I grab the microphone proceed to rock the party
Peace to naughty, by nature
Love the danger, of course I got a wife
Trouble Man (Outro) lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics
(performed by Kameron Corvet)
I paid a price, did it all so I could get here
Made sacrifices, standing tall and having no fear
The world can be cold, but I would never sell my soul
'Cause it's clear
I can do anything I desire
Walk through the fire
To fulfill the dream
I created a kingdom ahead
Followed the plan, now I reign supreme
I paid a price, did it all so I could get here
What you, what you heard and what you thought
I paid the cost just to be the boss
Won from all the battles that I fought
I paid the cost just to be the boss
Charleston Blue, Legend Of A Fighter lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics
(performed by Crooked I, Cappadonna, Nicole Bus)
The Universal family is a sun, moon, and star
It's a man, woman, and child
[Nicole Bus:]
It's your love that makes me better
If I start to love you the way you need me to
And I need you to know that I care for you, yes, I do
All my kings and queens, love is what we need
[KXNG Crooked:]
As the world spins like a vinyl, let me set the record straight
My heart would steady break
Every time your breakfast plate
Was featherweight
'Cause should be better except it ain't
The ghetto's a septic tank
How could you expect a saint
Opportunities just seem to be way farther
The reach seem way harder
You gotta think way smarter
Memoirs of a teenage father
How could he raise daughters
Without the cash money like DeWayne Carter?
We was livin' in the jungles where Denzel filmed "Training Day"
With killers on our staircase, still God made a way
Moved back to Long Beach, the Crip Set
We didn't have a whip yet
I walked y'all to school prayin' to rain away
Kindergarten to college, yeah
I raised my daughters, y'all
They had a good mama
Sometimes their father would drop the ball
But all them problems got resolved
And as I recall
The realest words that I ever heard is "Love conquers all"
[Nicole Bus:]
It's your love that makes me better
If I start to love you the way you need me to
And I need you to know that I care for you, yes, I do
All my kings and queens, love is what we need
I'll make life my prison, live unconditional
First you never leave, God stay with me
Fusions of my husband and I by the sea
Shall love rise, we're planted
Sugar on them bees
I can't go back now, can't you see?
So I make up about how I achieved
Homeless nights, rough family
Don't tell me God is that money that saved me
[Cappadonna:]
Dear mama, sorry I ain't see you in a minute
I be always on my grind trying to get these albums finished
Hope you got that present I sent you
With the cheese in your account
When you see my little homie, tell him daddy had to bounce
Yeah, I'm looking for that big house
Something that's worth it
And I'ma give that bread to you, mama
So you can make that purchase
You taught me how to maintain the difficulty surface
I want to give you something back to show you I ain't perfect
[Nicole Bus:]
It's your love that makes me better
If I start to love you the way you need me to
And I need you to know that I care for you, yes, I do
All my kings and queens, love is what we need
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