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!
On That Sht Again lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Ghostface Killah & RZA)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
(The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous)
(The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous)
[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, yo
Champagne nights on the corner mad heavy
Around the time when I was beefing with Wizzy
Starks, State, and Claybourne drawers
Dickin' bitches, they man come through
Damn near kissed the ground
Jumping out of big shit with Benetton pajamas on
Line my soldiers up, strategize, then I move my pawns
Should've been Italian how I'm getting that parmesan
Talkin' bout the ones you keep putting those commas on
And I'ma keep hope alive
'Cause mad lil' niggas look up to me outside
Breaking dawn blunted, yums in they mouth
I drop a jewel, they see the C-ciphers then bounce
Peace God, you see Rae, yo, tell 'em I said
I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads
I'll be back around 6PM
Juma prayers around 1 o'clock
Plus I gotta pick up these gems
'Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden
Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill, I'm supposed to be starring
You know how I do, son
Nugget stones with the blue ones
And coming with me is a few guns
[Chorus:]
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
[RZA:]
Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis
I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless
Peep this, I closed down the Kith store for thousand dollar sneakers
Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin
Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie Hudlin
From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles
The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
You can't outthink the RZA, nigga, I'll make your brain shrink
My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc
And yeah, I got that iron just in case the emcee think
He can take it to the streets, then watch his ass become extinct
Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
I turn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex
[Ghostface Killah:]
Ayy, yo, last night my sugar was five hundred
That Log Cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred
That's thirteen units of insulin
Brought it back down now everything is official in like Michelin
Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan
And all my old girlfriends is jumping on my dick again
[Chorus:]
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
(The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous)
(The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous)
[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, yo
Champagne nights on the corner mad heavy
Around the time when I was beefing with Wizzy
Starks, State, and Claybourne drawers
Dickin' bitches, they man come through
Damn near kissed the ground
Jumping out of big shit with Benetton pajamas on
Line my soldiers up, strategize, then I move my pawns
Should've been Italian how I'm getting that parmesan
Talkin' bout the ones you keep putting those commas on
And I'ma keep hope alive
'Cause mad lil' niggas look up to me outside
Breaking dawn blunted, yums in they mouth
I drop a jewel, they see the C-ciphers then bounce
Peace God, you see Rae, yo, tell 'em I said
I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads
I'll be back around 6PM
Juma prayers around 1 o'clock
Plus I gotta pick up these gems
'Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden
Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill, I'm supposed to be starring
You know how I do, son
Nugget stones with the blue ones
And coming with me is a few guns
[Chorus:]
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
[RZA:]
Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis
I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless
Peep this, I closed down the Kith store for thousand dollar sneakers
Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin
Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie Hudlin
From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles
The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
You can't outthink the RZA, nigga, I'll make your brain shrink
My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc
And yeah, I got that iron just in case the emcee think
He can take it to the streets, then watch his ass become extinct
Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
I turn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex
[Ghostface Killah:]
Ayy, yo, last night my sugar was five hundred
That Log Cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred
That's thirteen units of insulin
Brought it back down now everything is official in like Michelin
Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan
And all my old girlfriends is jumping on my dick again
[Chorus:]
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
Seen A Lot Of Things lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon & Harley)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
Yeah
Yo
Expedite lyrics under a godly spirit
Thoughts forced to hang-glide
Even a bird can hear it
A bald head with gold metal wings
Look like it belong in a day
The coming of Christ
Worshippin' the Elohim
That's the way I wear shades like CeeLo Green
It's darker than Don Cheadle
We're mean like his deleted scene
The prognosis, divine opus
Artistic third eye open, it leave you stuck in a psychosis
Or the haemo-tosis
Spit venom like a African cobra in the jungle
Knowin' my tongue is vulgar
I raise the Wu flag when they scream for glory
The clouds open, a beam of light, you hear my story
Custom-made scrolls, handwritten in coffee
And feather-tip pens one of the prophets brought me
And that explains why I spin on the axis
Born original, so my mind fades to blackness
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pledge music, we came up from bringin' out club music
Acoustic jungle rap gave us all this project music
Blood in it, plug niggas get you mugged in it
Steel with steel, I'm finally out the drug business
Kneel proper for me, helicopter base, sage in it
Lessons from professors on stage winnin'
Nine swords, 36 Chambers
It's like a chess board, keep slidin'
Opponents get flamed on it
Trainin' poems, been the Game of Thrones
We been raised and grown
These young boys come through, spray your home
Facts, they gave me the ax, now lay it on me
Criminals have to eat, it's facts, shorty
You're damn right I go the square miles
We're from the stairs, thousands of pens could hear us from the rare sounds
Yeah, the Phoenix comin', ten Arabian Staten-adians
Who hooded up, known to get it bouncin'
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things
I can't live without my faith
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yo
Expedite lyrics under a godly spirit
Thoughts forced to hang-glide
Even a bird can hear it
A bald head with gold metal wings
Look like it belong in a day
The coming of Christ
Worshippin' the Elohim
That's the way I wear shades like CeeLo Green
It's darker than Don Cheadle
We're mean like his deleted scene
The prognosis, divine opus
Artistic third eye open, it leave you stuck in a psychosis
Or the haemo-tosis
Spit venom like a African cobra in the jungle
Knowin' my tongue is vulgar
I raise the Wu flag when they scream for glory
The clouds open, a beam of light, you hear my story
Custom-made scrolls, handwritten in coffee
And feather-tip pens one of the prophets brought me
And that explains why I spin on the axis
Born original, so my mind fades to blackness
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pledge music, we came up from bringin' out club music
Acoustic jungle rap gave us all this project music
Blood in it, plug niggas get you mugged in it
Steel with steel, I'm finally out the drug business
Kneel proper for me, helicopter base, sage in it
Lessons from professors on stage winnin'
Nine swords, 36 Chambers
It's like a chess board, keep slidin'
Opponents get flamed on it
Trainin' poems, been the Game of Thrones
We been raised and grown
These young boys come through, spray your home
Facts, they gave me the ax, now lay it on me
Criminals have to eat, it's facts, shorty
You're damn right I go the square miles
We're from the stairs, thousands of pens could hear us from the rare sounds
Yeah, the Phoenix comin', ten Arabian Staten-adians
Who hooded up, known to get it bouncin'
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things
I can't live without my faith
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Project Kids (Skit) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Nas)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
[Nas:]
When I was hearin' about Wu-Tang, I kept hearin' about these dudes, they were comin' to places, tearin' shit up, everywhere they went. And it was like, they was-they was makin' a mark, and I kept hearin' the, the name and I knew, I knew somethin' was comin' with it, you could tell, you could just feel it.
I remember bein' around Wu and I'm like, um', "Damn, they just like us." You know what I'm sayin', the, the Raekwon remind me of this guy, Ghost remind me of this guy around my way. It was like cousins almost, it was like, you know, project kids. That's what it-that was the language, project kids. We felt it, we smelt it off each other, and it just shows you, out of those housing projects come some brilliant people.
The special thing about Wu-Tang bein' eight or nine guys was, each one was a rapper who could represent their own individual self within that crew. They were the example for all of us, 'cause we haven't, we didn't really see that before, like more power to them, and show love to them, respect them, you know. They're honorable. They gave us incredible skill. They gave us incredible poetry. And they gave us music that no one's touchin' to this day. It's timeless.
[Nas:]
When I was hearin' about Wu-Tang, I kept hearin' about these dudes, they were comin' to places, tearin' shit up, everywhere they went. And it was like, they was-they was makin' a mark, and I kept hearin' the, the name and I knew, I knew somethin' was comin' with it, you could tell, you could just feel it.
I remember bein' around Wu and I'm like, um', "Damn, they just like us." You know what I'm sayin', the, the Raekwon remind me of this guy, Ghost remind me of this guy around my way. It was like cousins almost, it was like, you know, project kids. That's what it-that was the language, project kids. We felt it, we smelt it off each other, and it just shows you, out of those housing projects come some brilliant people.
The special thing about Wu-Tang bein' eight or nine guys was, each one was a rapper who could represent their own individual self within that crew. They were the example for all of us, 'cause we haven't, we didn't really see that before, like more power to them, and show love to them, respect them, you know. They're honorable. They gave us incredible skill. They gave us incredible poetry. And they gave us music that no one's touchin' to this day. It's timeless.
Do The Same As My Brother Do lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. RZA)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
[RZA:]
Life is what you make it
My darling, my dear
Try to make it
If I could, I would, if I can't, I won't
Please forgive me if I don't
Should, some should be
I come from the strangest streets
I come from the place where love and danger meets
A house full of noisy kids, boys avoiding bids
Unemployed, on skid row, we had no toys for kids
We would bang our thumbs, gunshots, they run
We would bang on drums made from garbage cans
Even garbageman make more than mom
They make more than teachers, next door the preachers
They were sure they would reach us but we'd never listen
Niggas drunk and pissing on the side of the building
Can't provide for children, someone stop the squealing
Turned to drugs for healing, thug sneaking and killing
Cop sirens are screaming, inside the cars, we dreaming
One day we could own one, right now we can't bump crumbs
My brother would sell jawns, my mother would yell, "Son
You'll end up in jail, son, or dead or in Hell, son"
But what could she tell son?
That money excel, son
Tony got knocked up, now looking for bail, son
Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son
Doing pushups in a six by four cell, son
A hard head makes a soft tail, son
And my little brother on that same trail, son
Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things my big brother do
Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things I saw my brother do
Loaded guns in the shoebox, fingerprints on the ooh-wop
Ziploc plastic bags with black and blue tops
We slung on the block and watch out for the blue coats
Ses blunts we pas after two tokes
Starving for a G-note back, and forth on the ferry boat
Coming up from poverty, we were very broke
To twenty-eight grams, expand to a thousand grams
Reap the twenty dollar bills passed through a thousand hands
Multi-project apartments, spots bubbling
Never went to clubs with less than a dozen men
Recruiting young gunners and runners, let my cousin in
Spot gets knocked, my brother locked the fuck up again
Another mama's son stuck in the fucking pen
To disperse, no one to trust, back to struggling
Now I'm on the streets trying to get my hustle in
Cheap wine guzzling, life is so puzzling
Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things my big brother do
Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things I saw my brother do
[RZA:]
Life is what you make it
My darling, my dear
Try to make it
If I could, I would, if I can't, I won't
Please forgive me if I don't
Should, some should be
I come from the strangest streets
I come from the place where love and danger meets
A house full of noisy kids, boys avoiding bids
Unemployed, on skid row, we had no toys for kids
We would bang our thumbs, gunshots, they run
We would bang on drums made from garbage cans
Even garbageman make more than mom
They make more than teachers, next door the preachers
They were sure they would reach us but we'd never listen
Niggas drunk and pissing on the side of the building
Can't provide for children, someone stop the squealing
Turned to drugs for healing, thug sneaking and killing
Cop sirens are screaming, inside the cars, we dreaming
One day we could own one, right now we can't bump crumbs
My brother would sell jawns, my mother would yell, "Son
You'll end up in jail, son, or dead or in Hell, son"
But what could she tell son?
That money excel, son
Tony got knocked up, now looking for bail, son
Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son
Doing pushups in a six by four cell, son
A hard head makes a soft tail, son
And my little brother on that same trail, son
Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things my big brother do
Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things I saw my brother do
Loaded guns in the shoebox, fingerprints on the ooh-wop
Ziploc plastic bags with black and blue tops
We slung on the block and watch out for the blue coats
Ses blunts we pas after two tokes
Starving for a G-note back, and forth on the ferry boat
Coming up from poverty, we were very broke
To twenty-eight grams, expand to a thousand grams
Reap the twenty dollar bills passed through a thousand hands
Multi-project apartments, spots bubbling
Never went to clubs with less than a dozen men
Recruiting young gunners and runners, let my cousin in
Spot gets knocked, my brother locked the fuck up again
Another mama's son stuck in the fucking pen
To disperse, no one to trust, back to struggling
Now I'm on the streets trying to get my hustle in
Cheap wine guzzling, life is so puzzling
Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things my big brother do
Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things I saw my brother do
Yo, Is You Cheo? (Skit) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Cheo Hodari Coker)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
[Cheo Hodari Coker:]
First time I finally got with Wu, nobody really even knew what they looked like with the exception of, you know, that music video that I think they made for $10 for-for Method Man. But the problem was the business of Wu-Tang. They missed the photoshoot. The only photos they had, that I guess, featured them in masks. At the time, you know, this is pre-internet. If you missed the photoshoot, there was no way for a magazine to course correct. The magazine came out but instead of these photos, everybody had a basic, not even like an illustration, but a caricature. Raekwon the Chef, there was an illustration of Raekwon wearing like a chef hat. Ol' Dirty Bastard is pictured with a blow up doll. I didn't like 'em but the thing was-was I completely understood the position that they were put in. Without art we would have to kill the story. I didn't think the illustrations reflected the seriousness of what I witnessed. Cause musically Wu-Tang was just off the charts. I thought it looked corny. Some stories turn out great and some stories don't turn out great. This was the one I felt was only okay and um you move on. It came out and nothing happened. I didn't hear anything from the group
First person that I see, Masta Killa walks up, I didn't know him at the time. And he say "Yo, is you Cheo?" And I said "Yeah." Bam, I get hit in the face. He's right 'cross my left eye. "That's just to let you know Wu-Tang Clan nothing to fuck with. We come real with our shit. We ain't no fuckin' cartoon characters."
[Cheo Hodari Coker:]
First time I finally got with Wu, nobody really even knew what they looked like with the exception of, you know, that music video that I think they made for $10 for-for Method Man. But the problem was the business of Wu-Tang. They missed the photoshoot. The only photos they had, that I guess, featured them in masks. At the time, you know, this is pre-internet. If you missed the photoshoot, there was no way for a magazine to course correct. The magazine came out but instead of these photos, everybody had a basic, not even like an illustration, but a caricature. Raekwon the Chef, there was an illustration of Raekwon wearing like a chef hat. Ol' Dirty Bastard is pictured with a blow up doll. I didn't like 'em but the thing was-was I completely understood the position that they were put in. Without art we would have to kill the story. I didn't think the illustrations reflected the seriousness of what I witnessed. Cause musically Wu-Tang was just off the charts. I thought it looked corny. Some stories turn out great and some stories don't turn out great. This was the one I felt was only okay and um you move on. It came out and nothing happened. I didn't hear anything from the group
First person that I see, Masta Killa walks up, I didn't know him at the time. And he say "Yo, is you Cheo?" And I said "Yeah." Bam, I get hit in the face. He's right 'cross my left eye. "That's just to let you know Wu-Tang Clan nothing to fuck with. We come real with our shit. We ain't no fuckin' cartoon characters."
Of Mics And Men lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. RZA, Cappadonna & Masta Killa)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
Yeah
Ten G mics and shit
Mics and men, books and pen
Decent rhymes, hooks and lines
One time, where do we begin?
The gritty rugged lands of Shaolin
Where proud men went from moving crack rocks to moving mountains
Moving crowds and making mothers proud now
Walk out of places where our people wasn't allowed in
I took a high-hat, a snare, and a kick drum
A bass, a G-note, turned it into hit songs
Now every we make forty G’s, nigga please, Killa Bees
Pay a quarter mill for the emcees at night, aight?
I kick it like a Nike flight
25 years later, who thought that we could be greater?
The name of Wu-Tang gets spread on both sides of the equator
The RZArector grew to be a movie director
Still smoke blunts with the Meth and rock mics with Inspectah
Still crash bars with Shallah
And my brother Devon, he still push the flyest cars
But he added a yacht to his repertoire
And they marvel how the Jugger still caked with Tony Starks
While The RZA and U-God still shake the féru d'arts
Cappadonna try to put a hole inside your heart
Jamal Ari push that chess piece across the board
With the sound of a sword bein' released from its sheath
And Ol’ Dirty Shimmy Shimmy Ya from beneath
And Power still got that rugged gear in the streets
It's Wu-Tangs, mics and men, we killer bees
Mathematics stay craft-matic on the beats
I'm in the MKX with the opposite sex
Trying to take her from the suburb back to the projects
Money, chicks, fast cars, that's my obsess
I ain't obligated to nothing except contracts
Honey do you do dirty, niggas is still contacts
Lovin' the babes daily, feedin' 'em blowback
Can’t let nothing walk by but a bubble ass
Get money, pop bottles, then we double the cash
Slip by the shop, other niggas’ll fall back
See Divine on the ocean in the yacht
Flip money bags when our Hulu shit pop
Ferragamo belt with the Gucci bought
Yo, you can't tell me nothing bout the Coogi, hah
When I was the one out there making the shit hot
When you was in the spot, you was just a young snot
I was in the ball game pitching the rock
Wu-Tang forever, we always on grind
Like Diddy told you, we ain’t never gon' stop
Man, have you not heard that one word given will have you missing
Listen to the fly piano, Wu-Gambino soprano
Deck and Dino, owners of their own casino
RZA keynote, Stoudemire, young Amar'e
Flow hotter than the Kalahari
Skipping off the rim of the snare
Every rhyme line rich without the line combined
With the power refined
See my mind shine brighter than Einstein
Shallah pen bleed then the dawn is my time
So run, tell a friend, you can check it on Showtime
It's Wu, Mics and Men
Yeah
Ten G mics and shit
Mics and men, books and pen
Decent rhymes, hooks and lines
One time, where do we begin?
The gritty rugged lands of Shaolin
Where proud men went from moving crack rocks to moving mountains
Moving crowds and making mothers proud now
Walk out of places where our people wasn't allowed in
I took a high-hat, a snare, and a kick drum
A bass, a G-note, turned it into hit songs
Now every we make forty G’s, nigga please, Killa Bees
Pay a quarter mill for the emcees at night, aight?
I kick it like a Nike flight
25 years later, who thought that we could be greater?
The name of Wu-Tang gets spread on both sides of the equator
The RZArector grew to be a movie director
Still smoke blunts with the Meth and rock mics with Inspectah
Still crash bars with Shallah
And my brother Devon, he still push the flyest cars
But he added a yacht to his repertoire
And they marvel how the Jugger still caked with Tony Starks
While The RZA and U-God still shake the féru d'arts
Cappadonna try to put a hole inside your heart
Jamal Ari push that chess piece across the board
With the sound of a sword bein' released from its sheath
And Ol’ Dirty Shimmy Shimmy Ya from beneath
And Power still got that rugged gear in the streets
It's Wu-Tangs, mics and men, we killer bees
Mathematics stay craft-matic on the beats
I'm in the MKX with the opposite sex
Trying to take her from the suburb back to the projects
Money, chicks, fast cars, that's my obsess
I ain't obligated to nothing except contracts
Honey do you do dirty, niggas is still contacts
Lovin' the babes daily, feedin' 'em blowback
Can’t let nothing walk by but a bubble ass
Get money, pop bottles, then we double the cash
Slip by the shop, other niggas’ll fall back
See Divine on the ocean in the yacht
Flip money bags when our Hulu shit pop
Ferragamo belt with the Gucci bought
Yo, you can't tell me nothing bout the Coogi, hah
When I was the one out there making the shit hot
When you was in the spot, you was just a young snot
I was in the ball game pitching the rock
Wu-Tang forever, we always on grind
Like Diddy told you, we ain’t never gon' stop
Man, have you not heard that one word given will have you missing
Listen to the fly piano, Wu-Gambino soprano
Deck and Dino, owners of their own casino
RZA keynote, Stoudemire, young Amar'e
Flow hotter than the Kalahari
Skipping off the rim of the snare
Every rhyme line rich without the line combined
With the power refined
See my mind shine brighter than Einstein
Shallah pen bleed then the dawn is my time
So run, tell a friend, you can check it on Showtime
It's Wu, Mics and Men
One Rhyme (Skit) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. GZA & Masta Killa)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
[GZA:]
The remedy for stress is a day and a rest
A bag of sess, playing chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn
When you ain't looking, I take the queen with the rook then
I get vexed, laying phat tracks on Ampex
[Masta Killa:]
I was basically leaving the hustle life. You know, going to night school striving to get a diploma and transitioning to a legitimate lifestyle. That's what my life was like at that point when I met GZA. He mentioned he had family and brothers in Staten Island that were putting this movement together, this Wu-Tang thing. So one day he invites me to go to the studio with him. I didn't go because I had to go to night school that evening. So the next day he had a tape of what they did the night before. And that tape was an unfinished version of "Protect Yo Neck." When I heard that, everything just became crystal clear now. I never missed another studio session after that. Whenever he told me he was going somewhere I was there. It inspired me to sit down. Let me just see if I can write something. I've never written a rhyme before this. So that's what I did. I basically rehearsed that one rhyme, that one rhyme until I mastered it
"You remember the rhyme?"
It was the "Mystery of Chessboxin'" one
[GZA:]
The remedy for stress is a day and a rest
A bag of sess, playing chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn
When you ain't looking, I take the queen with the rook then
I get vexed, laying phat tracks on Ampex
[Masta Killa:]
I was basically leaving the hustle life. You know, going to night school striving to get a diploma and transitioning to a legitimate lifestyle. That's what my life was like at that point when I met GZA. He mentioned he had family and brothers in Staten Island that were putting this movement together, this Wu-Tang thing. So one day he invites me to go to the studio with him. I didn't go because I had to go to night school that evening. So the next day he had a tape of what they did the night before. And that tape was an unfinished version of "Protect Yo Neck." When I heard that, everything just became crystal clear now. I never missed another studio session after that. Whenever he told me he was going somewhere I was there. It inspired me to sit down. Let me just see if I can write something. I've never written a rhyme before this. So that's what I did. I basically rehearsed that one rhyme, that one rhyme until I mastered it
"You remember the rhyme?"
It was the "Mystery of Chessboxin'" one
Wu-Tang The Saga Continues Intro lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. RZA)
[Intro: Samples]
He's taking the test
Do you know the consequences if you should fail the test?
And not get to Death Alley
My advice is not to try it
I've made up my mind, I won't fail
Don't you know, the men in there, will be fighting to kill?
I know, they're all my brothers there, but they all have their orders though: fight to kill, and show no mercy to anyone. That's why they call it, "Death Alley"
What do you prove, if you're killed?
It simply proves, that I'm not good
Wu-Tang Clan rocks the world
[RZA:]
You guys ready?
Yo, y'all mother-motherfuckin' there?
This shit on? Yo
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows
No, no, no, no, no, no
Check it out, zig zag, 2017, another Wu saga
Continue like Buck Rogers in the 21st century and we still gotta duck the fucking coppers?
Take it back to this top of the beat that I'ma fuck with now
It's already happening? This shit is happening already?
He's taking the test
Do you know the consequences if you should fail the test?
And not get to Death Alley
My advice is not to try it
I've made up my mind, I won't fail
Don't you know, the men in there, will be fighting to kill?
I know, they're all my brothers there, but they all have their orders though: fight to kill, and show no mercy to anyone. That's why they call it, "Death Alley"
What do you prove, if you're killed?
It simply proves, that I'm not good
Wu-Tang Clan rocks the world
[RZA:]
You guys ready?
Yo, y'all mother-motherfuckin' there?
This shit on? Yo
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows
No, no, no, no, no, no
Check it out, zig zag, 2017, another Wu saga
Continue like Buck Rogers in the 21st century and we still gotta duck the fucking coppers?
Take it back to this top of the beat that I'ma fuck with now
It's already happening? This shit is happening already?
Lesson Learn'd lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Inspektah Deck, Redman)
[Redman:]
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
[Inspectah Deck:]
I said one, two, three and to the fo'
I glide like there's simply no traction on the flo'
10304, live action from the door
Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the door
I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado
Savage vandal, I'm a legend of tomorrow
Painting the truth, here's proof, ain't it the truth
So I'll a nigga spit with a containment suit
Slayin' the booth, aim, shoot, bang! Cave in the roof
Hater, wouldn't last a day in my shoes
You know very well, bet he swell, you can tell he jel
My price hiking like the pills Martin Shkreli sell
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I black on it, black, I'm back at it
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I blacked on it, black, I'm back at it
[Redman:]
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
Yo, I'm on top of the world, mama, lookey here
I'm boy beastin' in my car, Paul Revere
Horsepower, never fell off, look in the mirror
When I drop something, you like Martin, all ears
Late Night Letterman, I light it like Edison
Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland
Arrogant? Yes. Tune in, my Hot 9 Flex
Cut the check and your boy digress
At my age it's all about bread
Tryna be nice at 40, you can have it all shawty
I'm tryna make history, and history say
Fuck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me
Throw your hands up, let's tear the bar up
So much bud I started sweating cigar guts
And these white folks love me like a Starbucks
Fuck with one dude, you gotta fuck with all us
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
Mathematics, you a fucking genius, nigga
Yo, fuck that
Ladies and gentlemen
I need you to put your hands together
For worldwide international producer
Worldwide international DJ
And the creator of the Wu-Tang W symbol
Ladies and gentlemen
Please put your hands together and show your love
For our brother and yours
Mathematics
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
[Inspectah Deck:]
I said one, two, three and to the fo'
I glide like there's simply no traction on the flo'
10304, live action from the door
Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the door
I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado
Savage vandal, I'm a legend of tomorrow
Painting the truth, here's proof, ain't it the truth
So I'll a nigga spit with a containment suit
Slayin' the booth, aim, shoot, bang! Cave in the roof
Hater, wouldn't last a day in my shoes
You know very well, bet he swell, you can tell he jel
My price hiking like the pills Martin Shkreli sell
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I black on it, black, I'm back at it
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I blacked on it, black, I'm back at it
[Redman:]
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
Yo, I'm on top of the world, mama, lookey here
I'm boy beastin' in my car, Paul Revere
Horsepower, never fell off, look in the mirror
When I drop something, you like Martin, all ears
Late Night Letterman, I light it like Edison
Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland
Arrogant? Yes. Tune in, my Hot 9 Flex
Cut the check and your boy digress
At my age it's all about bread
Tryna be nice at 40, you can have it all shawty
I'm tryna make history, and history say
Fuck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me
Throw your hands up, let's tear the bar up
So much bud I started sweating cigar guts
And these white folks love me like a Starbucks
Fuck with one dude, you gotta fuck with all us
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
Mathematics, you a fucking genius, nigga
Yo, fuck that
Ladies and gentlemen
I need you to put your hands together
For worldwide international producer
Worldwide international DJ
And the creator of the Wu-Tang W symbol
Ladies and gentlemen
Please put your hands together and show your love
For our brother and yours
Mathematics
Fast And Furious lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Hue Hef, Raekwon)
Pass the fuckin' weed, nigga
Man my fuckin' phone is goin' crazy right now, man
Once this nigga hit me up and bring me this blunt
Shit, man
Ahh this bitch
Ayo, ayo
[Hue Hef:]
It's like six in the morning
Me and Miller just finished our pack
Couple fiends on the avenue, they lookin' for crack
Grab the Nextel like yo L, police on the jack
I'm in that wide-body six and I'm sippin' on yak
Blunt of the apple haze got me chilling on lean, back high
Mean like, drive by pumpin' that lean back
Peace out, ridin' the whip
Look at how I'm ridin' my six
Four fifth tucked right on his hip
Some dumb drunk, this nigga has stick
Was parked right on the block
Watchin' us but I ain't peep him and shit
Anyway, back to the story, you steamin' and shit
Pass the piff, we got fiends waitin', fiendin' and shit
Connect got me waitin', fuck, so I'm heated and shit
On the phone cursin' at shorty, "I'm leavin' you, bitch"
Too much goin' on at one time, I'm dumb high
Seen a group of [?] tryna run by
This man in a whip, threw the clip and my gun dry
Please cock back, but he spin around one time
[?] his man comin' by
We're like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in drive, now Hue ride sick when he high
Pull up [?] they want us to die
Loose cannons do damage, well I'm dumpin' this 9
Whole clique in the back and we ready to ride
I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
[Raekwon:]
Hey, yo
Got the call from the connect from down bottom
They said they got the squares
And they all for a good price and they solid
Reply 10-4, hung up the horn, got dressed
Waves, rest the best, yes, threw the Franck Muller on
Sophisticated, nothin' flashy, solid king, move like a boss
But the calm flowin' into somethin' nasty
Puffin' on the finest cheeba, green as a rainforest
Doin' a buck on I-95, screamin', "I live for this"
They just seen us comin', blew a flat
Pulled over to the shoulder
Pop the trunk to see if it's a spare in the back
A van pulled up, with Florida tags
Three men jumped out with guns drawn and they all wore masks
Snatched me up and handcuffed me
Hit me with the butt of the gun
I'm thinkin' to myself, "The war just begun"
Thirty minutes in the ride, the mask came off
The chickens dropped, the two in the back had Russian accents
Askin' who my connect is, where he rest shit
You better off squeezin' that tool bitch
He said, "Nah, you're worth more to us alive than dead"
He's flashed his badge and started laughin'
"Cocksucker, we the feds"
[Hue Hef:]
I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Man my fuckin' phone is goin' crazy right now, man
Once this nigga hit me up and bring me this blunt
Shit, man
Ahh this bitch
Ayo, ayo
[Hue Hef:]
It's like six in the morning
Me and Miller just finished our pack
Couple fiends on the avenue, they lookin' for crack
Grab the Nextel like yo L, police on the jack
I'm in that wide-body six and I'm sippin' on yak
Blunt of the apple haze got me chilling on lean, back high
Mean like, drive by pumpin' that lean back
Peace out, ridin' the whip
Look at how I'm ridin' my six
Four fifth tucked right on his hip
Some dumb drunk, this nigga has stick
Was parked right on the block
Watchin' us but I ain't peep him and shit
Anyway, back to the story, you steamin' and shit
Pass the piff, we got fiends waitin', fiendin' and shit
Connect got me waitin', fuck, so I'm heated and shit
On the phone cursin' at shorty, "I'm leavin' you, bitch"
Too much goin' on at one time, I'm dumb high
Seen a group of [?] tryna run by
This man in a whip, threw the clip and my gun dry
Please cock back, but he spin around one time
[?] his man comin' by
We're like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in drive, now Hue ride sick when he high
Pull up [?] they want us to die
Loose cannons do damage, well I'm dumpin' this 9
Whole clique in the back and we ready to ride
I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
[Raekwon:]
Hey, yo
Got the call from the connect from down bottom
They said they got the squares
And they all for a good price and they solid
Reply 10-4, hung up the horn, got dressed
Waves, rest the best, yes, threw the Franck Muller on
Sophisticated, nothin' flashy, solid king, move like a boss
But the calm flowin' into somethin' nasty
Puffin' on the finest cheeba, green as a rainforest
Doin' a buck on I-95, screamin', "I live for this"
They just seen us comin', blew a flat
Pulled over to the shoulder
Pop the trunk to see if it's a spare in the back
A van pulled up, with Florida tags
Three men jumped out with guns drawn and they all wore masks
Snatched me up and handcuffed me
Hit me with the butt of the gun
I'm thinkin' to myself, "The war just begun"
Thirty minutes in the ride, the mask came off
The chickens dropped, the two in the back had Russian accents
Askin' who my connect is, where he rest shit
You better off squeezin' that tool bitch
He said, "Nah, you're worth more to us alive than dead"
He's flashed his badge and started laughin'
"Cocksucker, we the feds"
[Hue Hef:]
I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Famous Fighters (Skit) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan
Hi, Dad, you mustn't forget not that you promised while we are eating you'd tell a story
I'll, I'll tell you something later.. something strange happening in the martial arts world
Good, tell me then!
Every year, many famous fighters are gathering. The story is:
What are you doing in Shaolin? Who are you? Let's have your leg!
The Wu-Tang Clan, now the Wu-Tang warriors...
Quiet! Do you know where you are? Show all respect
I know that I've come into a tiger's den
But then, I came to catch tigers, right
If you lay a sword on him, I'll kill you
[?], if you're itching for a duel to test these skills, right now is the time to fight
Because you fight now, then you'll lose
Who says?
I say it
Just kill him!
No, you can't kill him
That's my job
I want the man dead, then he dies
I'll, I'll tell you something later.. something strange happening in the martial arts world
Good, tell me then!
Every year, many famous fighters are gathering. The story is:
What are you doing in Shaolin? Who are you? Let's have your leg!
The Wu-Tang Clan, now the Wu-Tang warriors...
Quiet! Do you know where you are? Show all respect
I know that I've come into a tiger's den
But then, I came to catch tigers, right
If you lay a sword on him, I'll kill you
[?], if you're itching for a duel to test these skills, right now is the time to fight
Because you fight now, then you'll lose
Who says?
I say it
Just kill him!
No, you can't kill him
That's my job
I want the man dead, then he dies
If Time is Money (Fly Navigation) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Method Man)
Look, vibe with me
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me
Who kinda miss me can kinda miss me, you kinda iffy
Don't know the history? I'm from the city of stop and frisk me
The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie
See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy
Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy
It's not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
Between the tré and the dough, boy, we bred different
So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
If y'all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
So I be spittin' in barcode, nothin' left in the tap, dog
And after the last call, the bar close
They spark Cohiba, cigar blow
Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore
Hard-boiled, taking your base, that's what we ball for
Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for
Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they were settin' the bar low
Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a combo
King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo
When it come to John, though, I'ma slaughter a John Doe
Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
Then come defeat, that's my beliefs and I stand on 'em
Give you the Beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em
Some band want 'em, these verses hot and the fans want 'em
I'm from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
I've been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
I'm at the nana's, bogus method, we call it bama
Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty but watch your manners
Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
No type of slander but tell them hoes 'I'm not your Santa'
Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya
Cop scanners, a Fuller House but we not the Tanners
If shooters bringin' them Hawks out, then it's not Atlanta's
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[x2]
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me
Who kinda miss me can kinda miss me, you kinda iffy
Don't know the history? I'm from the city of stop and frisk me
The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie
See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy
Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy
It's not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
Between the tré and the dough, boy, we bred different
So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
If y'all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
So I be spittin' in barcode, nothin' left in the tap, dog
And after the last call, the bar close
They spark Cohiba, cigar blow
Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore
Hard-boiled, taking your base, that's what we ball for
Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for
Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they were settin' the bar low
Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a combo
King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo
When it come to John, though, I'ma slaughter a John Doe
Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
Then come defeat, that's my beliefs and I stand on 'em
Give you the Beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em
Some band want 'em, these verses hot and the fans want 'em
I'm from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
I've been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
I'm at the nana's, bogus method, we call it bama
Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty but watch your manners
Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
No type of slander but tell them hoes 'I'm not your Santa'
Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya
Cop scanners, a Fuller House but we not the Tanners
If shooters bringin' them Hawks out, then it's not Atlanta's
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[x2]
Frozen lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Method Man, Killa Priest, Chris River)
[*sound of bomb dropping*]
[Method Man:]
Music is life I ain't in to fashion or ice
I ain't into chain snatchin', ain't into smackin' a wife
Fan supportin' don't never ask him the price
If you new you can't afford it, you better askin' advice
Stick to the point if I ever had me a knife
Y'all gas better hope I don't ever have me a light
Meth, not the type for doin' the pipe
But the type when you feel it you know I'm doing it right
You know I spit it but hate to love to admit it
They criticizing the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, look
I push the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks
I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise hook
Yah, still talk about it and I still live it
Underground without a shovel and still diggin'
It's always been about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it
My hood trouble, if y'al don't live here then don't visit
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
And do you know the penalty for that?
What penalty?
The penalty is death and there is no alternative
[Killah Priest:]
Color me bad
Face emerge, blood in the bath
Switchblade, quick raid, drugs on the glass
Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the killin'
Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the millions
Shoot-outs, hang glides on the train ride
Mafia's assassins, cocaine's inside
Fat man with the pinky ring laughin'
Movin' the static through traffic
The hoss, boss called The Dragon
His head's bald, enemies are mauled
His hands are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit
His broad is fit with the largest tits
Through the fog, they sit
Helicopters over Nicaragua
Scuba divers dig for lobster
The zoo are tigers, pits, and jaguars
The bets, NASCAR
Threats, Nasaw
Fools wear wires, shooters was hired
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Chris Rivers:]
Like a Shaolin astoundin', pound grounds like mountains
Bouncin', be the largest nigga, pounds and ounces
Well-rounded like cursive, my verses birth inertia
Converge and surge, hurt and burn ya
Philosophical, spit prodigal, son quantical
Known to bust a clip and swift kick right at your opticals
In a hot [?] I split particles, follicles rift
Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff
Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes cleaner than sanitize
You fantasize, real, couldn't show it more if I pantomime
Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp bitch MCs
Earn mine, wouldn't even give you niggas my sympathies
Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas feelin' heat
Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawk's enemies
Marvel, marvelous, my art is bliss
If you ain't the nicest, you a target, bitch
Chris
[Mathematics:]
We the first niggas that did that
I don't give a fuck what nobody say
[Method Man:]
Alright bring it back a little bit
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Are you kidding? I don't necce? It's brutal, you deserve to be punished
Well, I'd like to see you try that
You think this is going to work out?
It isn't going to be quite so easy
He who kills will be killed
Those who kill will have to be killed
Wh-what now?
[Method Man:]
Music is life I ain't in to fashion or ice
I ain't into chain snatchin', ain't into smackin' a wife
Fan supportin' don't never ask him the price
If you new you can't afford it, you better askin' advice
Stick to the point if I ever had me a knife
Y'all gas better hope I don't ever have me a light
Meth, not the type for doin' the pipe
But the type when you feel it you know I'm doing it right
You know I spit it but hate to love to admit it
They criticizing the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, look
I push the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks
I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise hook
Yah, still talk about it and I still live it
Underground without a shovel and still diggin'
It's always been about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it
My hood trouble, if y'al don't live here then don't visit
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
And do you know the penalty for that?
What penalty?
The penalty is death and there is no alternative
[Killah Priest:]
Color me bad
Face emerge, blood in the bath
Switchblade, quick raid, drugs on the glass
Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the killin'
Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the millions
Shoot-outs, hang glides on the train ride
Mafia's assassins, cocaine's inside
Fat man with the pinky ring laughin'
Movin' the static through traffic
The hoss, boss called The Dragon
His head's bald, enemies are mauled
His hands are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit
His broad is fit with the largest tits
Through the fog, they sit
Helicopters over Nicaragua
Scuba divers dig for lobster
The zoo are tigers, pits, and jaguars
The bets, NASCAR
Threats, Nasaw
Fools wear wires, shooters was hired
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Chris Rivers:]
Like a Shaolin astoundin', pound grounds like mountains
Bouncin', be the largest nigga, pounds and ounces
Well-rounded like cursive, my verses birth inertia
Converge and surge, hurt and burn ya
Philosophical, spit prodigal, son quantical
Known to bust a clip and swift kick right at your opticals
In a hot [?] I split particles, follicles rift
Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff
Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes cleaner than sanitize
You fantasize, real, couldn't show it more if I pantomime
Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp bitch MCs
Earn mine, wouldn't even give you niggas my sympathies
Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas feelin' heat
Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawk's enemies
Marvel, marvelous, my art is bliss
If you ain't the nicest, you a target, bitch
Chris
[Mathematics:]
We the first niggas that did that
I don't give a fuck what nobody say
[Method Man:]
Alright bring it back a little bit
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Are you kidding? I don't necce? It's brutal, you deserve to be punished
Well, I'd like to see you try that
You think this is going to work out?
It isn't going to be quite so easy
He who kills will be killed
Those who kill will have to be killed
Wh-what now?
Berto And The Fiend (Skit) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Ghostface Killa)
This is a story of Berto and the Fiend
Told to us by the Ghostface Killah
Word, I remember the fiend, I remember the fiend fucked Berto up
The fiend is fuckin' Berto up
I had to jump in there like, "Yo, chill!"
He tried to beat the nigga for his 35 dollars
But the fiend was on some slim Bruce Lee shit
Yeah, his sneakers was tied tight
That's how you knew niggas fight, 'cause they was tight
All the sudden that nigga slammed Berto like,
He had him on the floor
He was like, "Yo, yo, get him off me!"
You know what I'm sayin'
Had to get the nigga off him and shit
Let him pound on him for like two seconds or whatever
Got the fiend off him
Where are you going?
I'm wasting no time, gonna kill
Told to us by the Ghostface Killah
Word, I remember the fiend, I remember the fiend fucked Berto up
The fiend is fuckin' Berto up
I had to jump in there like, "Yo, chill!"
He tried to beat the nigga for his 35 dollars
But the fiend was on some slim Bruce Lee shit
Yeah, his sneakers was tied tight
That's how you knew niggas fight, 'cause they was tight
All the sudden that nigga slammed Berto like,
He had him on the floor
He was like, "Yo, yo, get him off me!"
You know what I'm sayin'
Had to get the nigga off him and shit
Let him pound on him for like two seconds or whatever
Got the fiend off him
Where are you going?
I'm wasting no time, gonna kill
Pearl Harbor lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA, Sean Price)
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
[Sean Price:]
Yo, you ever been face-fucked with a four-fifth?
Sweating, facial expression is stressing like 'oh shit'
That's the shit that I don't like
Non-rappin' rappers in the booth and they don't write
Fuckin' stupid ass rappers
Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers
P! What it do, nigga?
I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas
I don't weirdo with queer clothes
I share flows, when it enter your earhole
Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty
Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly
Nigga, when Sean write hard
Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars
Pa, I'm the greatest of all-time
How should we forget the latest with Alzheim's?
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
[Method Man:]
Since, birth, I've been a fast learner, ask my earth
That's my mama, kept a burner in her purse
This murder in the first
Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That's the curse
I put everythang on it, that's 'The works'
I'm in it for the perks
'Cause it's not about the image, it's the thirst
And how they kill your image with a verse
A hater get it worse
I'm telling every member of your church
They gon' have to put your image on a shirt
'Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin'
That's everybody, I mean anybody
I might leave somebody bleedin'
Or watch me catch a hommy, even hit you in the lobby
Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin'
Don't try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons
I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin'
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
[RZA:]
Pass any test of litmus, provide that 24-Hour Fitness
On the weekend, I'm sipping Belvedere with that citrus
My dogs is vicious, exotic nympho bark for my mistress
Pipe is good, live every day like it is Christmas
Happy New Year—I do what the fuck I wanna do here, nigga
Splash the handcrafted Gucci from the shirt to the shoe wear
I crush the rings out, wife-beater tee with no wings out
I got stamina, I'll long-dick a bird 'til she sings out
La-la-la-la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga
Back to heterosexual, I'm classic like Impala
Plus, I'm federal, when it comes to making dollars
Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me, fuckin' holla
Power rings like the Green Lantern, last seen in a mean Phantom
In the valley of Ohio, outside the town of Canton
Or the grotty body projects in the Killa Hills of Staten
Saw a redbone in my shower just looking like Paula Patton
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Shoot your old lady in her privacy
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
[Sean Price:]
Yo, you ever been face-fucked with a four-fifth?
Sweating, facial expression is stressing like 'oh shit'
That's the shit that I don't like
Non-rappin' rappers in the booth and they don't write
Fuckin' stupid ass rappers
Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers
P! What it do, nigga?
I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas
I don't weirdo with queer clothes
I share flows, when it enter your earhole
Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty
Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly
Nigga, when Sean write hard
Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars
Pa, I'm the greatest of all-time
How should we forget the latest with Alzheim's?
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
[Method Man:]
Since, birth, I've been a fast learner, ask my earth
That's my mama, kept a burner in her purse
This murder in the first
Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That's the curse
I put everythang on it, that's 'The works'
I'm in it for the perks
'Cause it's not about the image, it's the thirst
And how they kill your image with a verse
A hater get it worse
I'm telling every member of your church
They gon' have to put your image on a shirt
'Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin'
That's everybody, I mean anybody
I might leave somebody bleedin'
Or watch me catch a hommy, even hit you in the lobby
Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin'
Don't try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons
I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin'
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
[RZA:]
Pass any test of litmus, provide that 24-Hour Fitness
On the weekend, I'm sipping Belvedere with that citrus
My dogs is vicious, exotic nympho bark for my mistress
Pipe is good, live every day like it is Christmas
Happy New Year—I do what the fuck I wanna do here, nigga
Splash the handcrafted Gucci from the shirt to the shoe wear
I crush the rings out, wife-beater tee with no wings out
I got stamina, I'll long-dick a bird 'til she sings out
La-la-la-la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga
Back to heterosexual, I'm classic like Impala
Plus, I'm federal, when it comes to making dollars
Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me, fuckin' holla
Power rings like the Green Lantern, last seen in a mean Phantom
In the valley of Ohio, outside the town of Canton
Or the grotty body projects in the Killa Hills of Staten
Saw a redbone in my shower just looking like Paula Patton
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Shoot your old lady in her privacy
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
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