Album: The Essential Wu-Tang Clan
Singer: Wu-Tang Clan
Duration: 2:38
Yeah yeah yeah now
What the **** now
Flipmode Wu-Tang ****
What the **** now
Yeah yeah yeah
Historical and monumental ****
What the **** now
Yeah yeah yeah
Straight smack a ***** right
In the face like this was handball
Or make a mural out his
Face up on a damn wall
****** play hard and ****
If you know what's best for you
Why y'all ****** better safeguard your ****
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
**** with street geniuses and
Bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
Street ****** now the corporate boss
Still go to why y'all restaurant for
Steamed fish and Irish moss
And why-yo the way we do it
And you see how my **** bomb
Your whole show wack and
I'm a cancel your sitcom
**** a ***** broad 'til
Ahe tired and real calm
You ain't knowing my name tattooed
On your ***** arm
The way we blow **** is a shame
Casually bust my gun and celebrate busting
A cork on the champagne
Wrote you with a whole new approach
That lead a whole team of ******
Why'all should know
I only ball like a coach now
Check out the light fixture
Freak lines like white *****es
Let the mic lines hang
That slang is ridiculous
Emperor of warlords
Big gun only **** with sawed-offs
That's my specialty more to bust
Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster lord
I analyze your work those
That got merked were not established
Texture look classy
Arm baby 2000 raspberry
S-5 blowin through Asbury
Soon to own steakhouses
Glowin like makeover thousand
Them them ****** robbing from Pinkhouse's
Show and prove knocking off cab drivers
God sodomize money
Ring two hundred thousand
See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
Baby it's all designers
Tailor-made Wu gooses
Limousine automatic new Uzi's in 'em yo
Relax cousin just cruise through
Jewels with him
Move up the block
Giant box blast my song
Non-stop strictly hip-hop march on
Doo-rag hang long metal tape is high-bias
Graphics captured with the colorful iris
I zoom in while the listeners tune in
Some assuming they paid dues
And joined the union
Lost ***** couldn't rumble in this wild jungle
Quick to crumble type to be
On the stand and fumble
Divine Master threw on the track
That made 'em bleed
He produce at unattainable rains of top speed
This powerful magnet that left 'em stagnant
Was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments
Un-filled rifle scout sniper shots precise
Starlight scope with the night vision device
Splendid marksman
That'll shoot the one off the dice
Split a grain of rice
In one shot we kill 'em twice