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Intro: [from the motion picture "J.D.'s Revenge"]
That was the best fuckin I ever had. That's because you been dealin with Dasheese You gotta leave? Where you goin sugar? I got business to take care of [Ghostface]: No shit. Shit that's my old man, shit! Ya better go talk to him [Ghostface] No smokin alarms (8X) I'm mind shockin, body rockin, earth shakin, money makin Sittin high, lookin fly, drinkin on the best wine... [Ghostface] Yo bitch I fucked your friend, yeah you stank hoe I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol She put me on to mega-shit, bout to slap the bitch She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich It took place late night on February 17th Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cash Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo While I was on tour, whore, you went to work Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm Where's you at, hoe? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm' That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary? You crab bitch, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros I'm the first nigga that had you watchin flicks by DeNiro You gained crazy points, baby, just bein with God Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessin You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifestin You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all I fucked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranked But you had to fuck this rasta-head ass nigga I shoulda slapped ya but the Gods said chilllllllll That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab" I'm wonderin how many times your hot ass got stabbed You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth But fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables Whistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spin If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in My dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape I'm God, cipher divine love my pussy real fine That means clean the FDS smell with a shine Word up, respect that hoe |
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Raekwon:
(Yaknowhatimsayin'? You on the corners and shit. Ya know? Just gotta be on something. Hands down shit. YaknowhatImean? Just keepin' ya eyes and ears open at all times while we rhyme and shine. For my dedicated niggas who love this shit. Doin' this like this. Word up. What's the phenomenon? Carry on Don. Tranquilizin'.) Verse One: Raekwon Ay yo, movin' on these niggas like they old soul, bro You know how we go, we go shift 'em out like Paleco Fine, proteges off top connectin' like a buildin' Four dollar whylin' niggas buildin', savin' the children Come on now, check out the view like a oceanfront Slow motion in cunt, takin' what we want You know a kid asiatic, holdin' power like a Craftmatic You like your fish fried or battered, that day he ratted Check out the movies from Guyana, just eatin' in Atlanta Makin' some pirate moves out of Savannah Yeah, rock them niggas like jewelry Arabics movin' blow like aerobics That's when his nose itch, yeah That means it's all in effect I'm hittin' you, I'm hittin' Buddha Island Bermuda, send that twenty-shot Ruger Continue to slam and mend you like a venue Get all up in you, oh yeah your friend too, respect Wu Yeah, keep the faggot niggas watery Rhyme for rich niggas who supported me, shorty pussy extorted me So it's a science now, RZA, cuttin' they pockets like scissors Cindafella found him a Wally slipper Splashin' ends in the glass Benz in Nevada Flashin' gems, eight-and-a-half Tim state robber All my life been on some foul shit besides kidnap a child shit Get on some foul and proud shit Cheatin' many Koreans bein' all that I can be an' Put down on thirty keys an' get to fleein' Light up a tree an' Don't be breezin' like a blowdryer Yo, you's a liar like Jeremiah gamin' on the flyer Yo, but buryin' niggas is carryin' Thug drug marryin', hittin' Marion off at the Clarion All my Spanish niggas love us We movin' like rush ya, bone crush ya At the flick, stick to usher Broke niggas, spot 'em like Cascade in the street Masquerade Faster Blade |
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Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right
I got to take him off of here Cause there's only one, and that's me You understand? for all that fighting, you understand That sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me And I know he can't whoop me, i... Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump You understand? Let me get mines first Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do... [ghostface] Yeah, scandalous Yeah miraculous, the arsonists Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260 2l, I heard they had o's for sale I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate Where's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem Pretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the god He go with tim, the one who called lover of god While equality sell, I know the master law now It's time to get the God jewel and blow like mines But on the iow I heard he got born original sin Back in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac We got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread U.f.o.'s movin in with bigger plans than fed, yo Knock on daddy-o's door get the scope He's not home, he took ishmael to park slope There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums Peace keana, what's up with your girlfriend wanda She drive a green honda, with legs like jane fonda I just left her, she took rashean to pathmark then Jetted to canal to get her man some cloth She said be back in ninety minutes, ghostface God forbid She say, peace to w, who's watchin the kids? [raekwon] Two hours later, scheamin like deniro in casino Son better have more coke than al pacino Keana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half And tymeek bought her a aircraft But anyway, yo, daddy-o home, we need the shotties nidow When we get back, throw you a bit out Later that night, stay mesmerized yo Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of marriot You ready, you got the e&j and the machete? We goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists Masks on, second floor, dunn yo, I handle this Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical Natural, f**kin a white bitch, actual Fiends chanting, "do your thing chef, handle it" I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit carolyn Ran to the back analyzin, much disguisin Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized And buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, f**k it Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin Fake cats announcin on the block, you loungin Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin (yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at) Come here valerie, you know the God he need a salary Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery It's in the kitchen in the ceiling (baby girl kept squealing Only found a white block of cheese from new zealand Ohhh shit! yo, yo where that shit at yo? Yo chef, where that shit? what? what? aiyyo...) |
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(Raekwon: What? Hey yo!)
Intro: [from the motion picture "The Usual Suspects"] There's no coke! What? You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke! What the fuck do you mean, there's no coke? I've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room! There's gotta be coke! There is nothing! NOTHING! Huh, uh, uh, help please! Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot* Intro Two: Master Killer It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk... It's assassination, I sta... It's assassination day... It's assassination day, I Verse One: Inspector Deck Ryzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light Invite the fight, we all die tonight The life I lived, a 25 to life bid Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive CREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk Three G's accost in Supreme Court White lies and blackmail land me back in jail We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind It comes time I take back what was once mine Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter Devil's poisonin the birth water The earth daughter rest her head on my chest Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh Trapped in deep-water gaspin I Clash With the Titans from my half on the action Verse Two: RZA I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensabe One nation under God, indivisible With liberty and justice, the mike is in my clutches Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable Interchangable, caution flameable My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal Retrieve through your doors Seep out like sweat through the pores Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare Verse Three: Raekwon (Assassination day) First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb Action word, flowing like a blackbird God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin it like they blew top snow You won't play me like your lady Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby Final destination Haiti Verse Four: Master Killer War is extremely serious and it saddens me To have to take tings to deadly measures And have you measured and shot for no pay It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives And lures MC's to the lair With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed Temptation tempts my victim to proceed Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin My mind spits with an enormous kickback Your brain didn't absorb the impact Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback... It's assassination day, I It's assassination day It's assassination day It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy |
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* also known as Water Technique
"Let's see you try the water technique! Hai! Ha, ha! (sounds of fists and a whoosh of air followed by a punch) The sky is high, the cloud is low But my water technique is hard to think that the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!" Yeah... word up... gotta zip my coat Yeah... "The sky is high, the cloud is low" (fuck him) "But my water technique is hard to think" (yeah, check the live shit) "that the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!" (uhh) Verse One: Ghostface What the fuck I got the moonshine, word to God let's get it on Clap your heels two times, grab the magic wand Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless Some are out of this world, stranded on Uranus With coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsules Take a blast fool boobie trap up crews it's natural like soy bean, burn like a laser beam My vaccine I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns The segment, rare fragment comes together like magnets, attract heads capture like Dragnet Going through mad phases, of all ages Killa Beez locked the fuck up behind cages The Genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze Press call ID for me to quote more degrees The fortune teller Tucker sleeping gas umbrella A war where they're gunning in the back of Armanbella Now who, don't believe that cash must rule I don't eat beef, I slap blood out of Purdue Keep a Wallace mic, mics on strike the session It's over, I file this and glow like fluorescent *Raekwon sings some shit over Water Technique samples* Verse Two: Ghostface Killah Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cashflow Rocking a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes, mega powder dripping from they nose Fucking Jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy pose Send them for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice Holding money that's convertible, beds with feathered bags With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in Baghdad You onion head niggaz spread out and parley Yo Rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays I pull stings like, guitar strings down in Spain I'm so hyped Jakes label God "crack cocaine" Why Equality Self God, yeah yeah you know it kid Ricki fucked up, and G-Pac, blow his wig he's rocking Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform He's a newborn, look at money swearing like he's on But anyway back to furry Kangols Jamaican Wallabees My back is on the wall, bombing devils with trick-knowledgy My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source awards Next year two hundred niggaz coming with swords! |
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* originally appeared on the Don't Be a Menace soundtrack
Intro: Method Man It's on... (where your sparkle at kid) Ryzarector Break: Raekwon the Chef Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) Verse One: U-God This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam, non-diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Notre Dame Golden Arms is bronze, Buddha palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) hand held trigger cuts Acapella spitting shell paralysed when you get touched And critical, mic cords, hanging like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote Break: (first two lines) Verse Two: Ghostface Killer More than thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks like a vulture Ghostface and Madison Square is on your poster Break Verse Three: Masta Killa Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That throws more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy shows, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy Of the Wu and learned how to Fuck up your anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your Juvenile freestyle, civilize the mental Devils worship this like an icon They're hugging mics with the grips of a python Break Verse Four: Cappadonna (Cappachino) You heard of the rasp before but kept waiting for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong extravaganza, time sits still No propaganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap niggaz, beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet One man ran, trying to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me I cometh Into your chamber like Freddy enter dreams Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O In battling, you don't want me to start tattling All upon the stage because y'all snakes keep rattling Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappaccino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you can long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talking that shit is absurd My repertoire is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got blown out the car And run over, by the Method Man Jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind 'Cause you "weak in the knees" like SWV Trying to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbot Me and RZA riding name printed in the tablet Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speaking The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching |
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featuring Raekwon, Method Man
Intro: *sung* Wu Tang will survive, no no no-no no no Wu Tang will survive Cause every time they flip a party You know the party screams and shouts Cause you... DAMN! Aw, TC that was the bomb... (Ghostface) Get all my peoples,get all my peoples headphones All of em Lay em a death warrant Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what Let em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo Verse One: Raekwon Blend wine, who want to win mine Shorty get a ten-round for floatin With the richest, huh Flexed out, Flinstone style Your criminal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the Moseying, posing for them niggaz up in Poland Rollin wax style museum, G 'em Them richest niggaz bless this like Russian cut VVS's Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this Them niggaz over there know, Gazelle goggles And them Lottos, 88 style, throwing bottles (bottles) Scenario rap, rap imperial, material (uh, yo yo, yo, yo) Murdering cats is like that real Verse Two: Ghostface Yo come do me something word to Michelob peep the Land Rov' Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stove It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap Dough got smaller famous team, walked up in Photomat Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town We love horse races shaking Jakes and high-speed chases Porno stations, drinking violations, God relations 90 minute Maxwell tapes, instrumental breaks Banging earaches, lay my verse down in two takes The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen Murder the DJ's eyes twitching, woofer hissing Interlude: Raekwon Yo, he's strong arming, manipulating niggaz, scraping niggaz Taking play from niggaz, hate faking niggaz, yo you hear me? The whole shit's like wrestling What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexing Verse Three: Method Man This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunned Pull your plug, now you can't function There's no total or sum to this equation, you frozen Many may come but few are chosen Pretty niggaz want to play the war posing When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen Do or die, it be I, Meta-physical Man Holding court from my Wu, indivisible Clan I see your thoughts and your hand reaching It's getting deep in this mud Cats heat seeking, for one blood Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shooting at these stank bitches Less he gon' bring this above, I make switches From the lamp I grant three wishes Johnny be parleying, I Blaze britches, then I roll One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body One hundred percent soul, individual Assholes tend to run From this PLO extortion to the one The next chamber, you fucking with the star spangler To the dawn's early light with this head-banger Boogie, represent this shit fully Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully Who want that pressure, about to get smacked silly Like a fat bitch in Spandex, 'Free Willy'! We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine Niggaz wasting time worrying about me and mine Get your own shit |
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Interlude-
(<hey yo>, You know they're killers themselves,<hey, hey,hey, 46>People die for them. You know, guys that I fooled with were killers themselves<how you want it?, how you want it? stop that!, stop that!> These are the men who lead the crime families of America. I control 26,000 men. Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime. And if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind. And destroy your home. In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin)..... GHOSTFACE KILLAH- We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens Broke the slot machines out in Queens, Grey Poupon is rebel on rap Smack on, swing like batons, most want niggas smoked like Hillshire Farms Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on Duns You run heroins, Primatene Mist is afraid of my lungs Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel Like 80 Roman candles that backfired then slammed you Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips Picture afro, big Shish Kabobs and daishikis 1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties CAPPADONNA- Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one 'Donna shogunning flip a ton of fashion Destination be the cash when I step past one Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like Eskimo flow Cappadonna stay chilling take shots of penicillin Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rap got nine lives I'll take a few hundred-thousand dollar dives and then I still never go down until the last round I shine, when RZA do his thing motherfucker, I'ma do mine RAEKWON- Now, where I come from cats be carrying Marrying drug money Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling Midtown niggers scrambling, moving examine the fly shit Plus quick to buy shit Chef, yeah, you know the whole gods Asterisk, Fidel Castro suits plus depositing cash rule big time Play it like Canadian wine, RZA 's the rhyme now, the sacredness of one's true mind Now let's get colourful like money green High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigger roaster Yeah, GOD, be having my whole steez laced now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots aim Glocks train style, Figaro fly jewel Tri-color Cubans swerving we'll pow with Germans in Suburbans 24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant Dons sending my sons membership forms They still getting this paper scraper Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passing like Lakers And if you coming from Lex, Lewis, Rich Liberace Foetus style and block your goals like hockey.... |
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| 4:32 |
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featuring Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna
Intro: Ghostface (sample is Teddy Pendergrass) What's happening [love was never born to say, goodbye] what's happenin [love was never born to say, goodbye] Yo, yeah! (Smoking?) Yeah. [just another helpless] We gotta come smoking [fool in love is what I am] This is it (We smoke baby) [just another helpless] another chamber baby [fool in love is what I am] slide y'all in *Cappadon* You know how we do! Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Yo, what's the deal Goldielochs? Ain't butting I'm just hibernating love that watch Pour me some Scotch and cold Courvesoir out No doubt, have a chair Boo lets get to prolly in Who you wit? Me and Molly and some trick from Yugoslavia What fabric is that? It's only woolen Rayon Lipstick crayon fly, Vere on ice spray on I'm getting tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy and transport bricks steal in many fifties Fuck negotiating is you wit me is you waiting Sweet as carrot cake, faking plus you don't eat turkey bacon I don't get down like that, I don't get down neither Cuban Linx skeezer, why you acting like a rap teaser I'm like the jury exchanged plus arranged Nigga you small change I only fuck with Figaro chains Analysing Miss Clairol, Fendi down mascara on Assistant manager in Paragon Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Say goodbye... Love was never born to say, goodbye Love was never born... Verse Two: Cappadonna Socializing, vibing with my eyes on dot She this book cover lady that be blowing up the spot While my heart was racing, like the hands on the clock I step live I think she see me putting out the pot Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous How's life today your hands are softer than Camay too your hairdo way more class than Halle Berry Caught visions of me and you riding on the ferry Plus your daughter Kiki talk to my man Merry I order me a Sex on the Beach with the cherry I order her a Vermidi on ice, sounds nice She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, intelligent Whispered in my ear that she's celibate Whispered back to her ear we don't have to go there As I grab the hand set her politely in the chair As we stopped to stare at one another Black sister, the brother I'm thinking all the time how she could be my lover Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Just another helpless Fool in love is what I am Love was never born to say, goodbye Love was never born to say, goodbye Just another helpless Fool in love is what I... Verse Three: Ghostface Killah What's happening brown sugar? Say you look so good today Ankle bracelet rapt around your leg Here have a seat, complementary drinks is on me Bartender Chevalier chateaux at table three Luxurious rings, eyes sparkling What's your name sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins Your complexion gives a reflection of sometime a black woman just need to be loved Quiet and shy, baby girl my gift got you high Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that file Just joking baby, I have a sharp sense of humour Wish I would of bumped into your frame a lot sooner What's your physical degree, thirty one, thirty three Half Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese Seen you working at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you Yo, I'm all into older woman, who's happy living Love kids and, keep all up and this in the crib and not afraid to doubt need a God on your side We holding hands til death do us apart and then we slide Earring in the left side of your nose love my combo Should have left wiz a thousand times maybe tonight though But you sexy motherfucker damn what's the recipe? You make a nigga wanna GOD DAMN Can you cook darling, at the stove you're revolving Bake macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starving Here take my number let me pull the chair from under I had fun plus your backyard speak with thunder Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Love was never born to say, goodbye (5x) Just another helpless fool in love is what I am (repeat to fade) |
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| 4:40 |
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featuring Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna
[singing] We are the G, O-D's And we came to rock, the spot Like Ironman Starks They be the illest MC's, in the world today Cappa, Raekwon and the R-Z-A So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear Light your blunts and down your beers Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez... [Raekwon the Chef] Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge knowledgists Street astrologists, light up the mic God, knowledge this Fly joints that carried your points, Corolla Motorola holder Play it God, he pack over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Rapel all fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing Claim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck your union It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstile On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials Especially that, aluminium bat in the act Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex Index finger be sore, busting these fly scripts The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans Laying with my bitches and my man's in Lex Lands We losing them, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem Abusing them, rocking his jewels like we using them Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the Older God, build with the Son and the Star Chorus: All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us [Ghostface Killah] Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat Doing forever shit, like pissing out the window on turnpikes Robbing niggaz for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings Biochemical cream, we burn kerosene The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph Zooming like binoculars, the rap blacksmith Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy True identity hidden inside secret tabloids Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes Yo jostling these cats while Little J be dallying Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians Chorus [Cappadonna] Give me the the fifty thou, small bills, my gold plate, my slang kills My Benz spills, whattup Lils, murder one Dunn Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Crystal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe The Mad Hatter big dick style, beware goons Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs Let the Gods build, pull up the grill, check out the mad skills Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it, Jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle slang, sweep it Out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter Spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten High top notch, borderline rhymes is hand cocked '96, my ill sound clash is still hot, get yourself shot Chorus |
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featuring Raekwon the Chef
* originally appear on the Sunset Park soundtrack [Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child] (Yo yo guzzling forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt) The wiley Wu-Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire No doubt! Verse One: Raekwon the Chef, AKA Lou Diamonds Rich man, poor man, read the headlines Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes Jobs and drug wars, living by gun law Jail cats come home and want to take yours As the young one, growing up broke me and my people as the self, huh, I guess we all in the same boat Think it, plus drinking that 90-proof Playing on the roof saying we need a next man to shoot... [Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child...] Verse Two: Ghostface Killer, AKA Tony Starks Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks Showing off his 850 plus, what a nice whip Young blood guzzling forties hussled in a rain Old Earth, shooting dope in her veins He never had it all, the kid loved basketball Had a favourite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall Now back to the original neighbourhood criminals Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders from Staten, where crazy clips be clapping Slept in his principal spreads, threads made of satin Labelled as the cow he had crazy beef Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief But he fucked up, he should of kept it real and went for kill Cuz if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will But, shit will never calm down, one day downtown He dropped an ounce off money had slept like a nightgown He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there Two kids was beaming him, them niggaz from the movie theatre One had all Guess on, looking like he had a vest on The other felly pell tucked with a firearm Moving slow, baseball hats, crazy down low Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go Oh shit! Bookhead, just bought a 5, G headed King Tudpea About the size of Little Maurice We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten I'm running in my first instance is to return em, the time is now Warfare and pull delf Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out Don't move don't even flinch Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tut He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm robbing him Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy Randy came out whacked out with a half a shotty I laughed, grab the King Tut head and the cash Then he shot my man in the ass and broke mega glass Damn, had to go out with a blast I shot my way up out of the Albee fast [Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child] Oh shit, what the fuck? This shit is horrible. |
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| 4:37 |
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[Intro: Raekwon]
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me I don't wanna here nuttin' Word Up, got to pay Yeah, Its like that right Blow his Back out, make his shoes work [Raekwon] Aye Yo, this shit be off the knock it rock Whatever cock block it cat get blown, who own this street corner, foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer For real, marinating nigga's skating Debating waiting, style flowinly relating Fine line switch it on ya like Venetian blinds The mission is mine, fabulous King I Divine Titanium Hydro collado, Yo dunn dunn polly dis conjunction, Son what, slang doctor Medicaid the kids pay it say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related Cassette rhymer, 5-G cosigner, line for liner Poet designer, sharp like liners Mic of the year award, fly gear award Them niggas over there be analysing for one sword Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent Nuff shit to get your whole team crazily sent Now all I need is a half gallon of weed Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds Then Max out like two Ack's inside the parking lot Son bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot What now blow, clicking like a calico Gold Maximilian, one love keep it real yo [Ghostface Killah] Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice rocking niggas Peace, the summers mine, I blow the biggest Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above These mic's is like golden gloves verses spark plug Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off The Specialist who eye balled the mistress necklace Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treacherous Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego Throwing can-can, eat that plus this Instrumental Awwww Shit say Stark-aligist, Starks-aligist Fried fish halibut pull out the bull horn and celebrate like Kunta was born we elbowed our way inside loud and got on I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in Like Pilgrims G-ing Pepperidge Farms from out a million who wanna rhyme? who wanna challenge the swordsman? that rock that fisherman hat like Gordon's [U-God] I hose down the place no shots to the face Elite Special force no religion style faith The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil Man handle brain killing erect my hidden Streets may be potent put your 96 bid in Vampire Curse disperse on each verse Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth You're hit by my element Great Wall of China Mountain Peak hold the globe like vagina Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand Finger rolling rhythm ride the horse one hand 'GoldenEye', 'Spy vs. Spy', guilty of suspicion Chess boxer, mic in dead body position 40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invented Divine universal black man representing Similar the pure, rhyme blowing out the pore Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero renaissance rebel shadow boxing your barrel Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles Lock down, for this curfew |
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Intro: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics ()
(After the smoke is done) Yo Yeah (Tang-o-Phonics) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what (Number one) Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas (After the smoke is done) word up, big dick, motherfucking house Whaddup, bench press these cats (Tang-o-Phonics number one) Yo [Ghostface Killah] Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down and dirty Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back, Five-thirty Yo they gotta hit placed on my head, what should the God do? Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews Never that, them never look angry out of synch The imperial, industrial king got weight Don't give a fuck like the poor part, we watch 'Heart To Heart' They used to push me in shuffle cards Now I'm writing books like Ebeneezer The porno teaser saying words like Sheba Educated rapper fouling the teaser My team got rocks like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags Don't touch this crackling hot shit I snap ya shoulder blade in half, laugh, and pop shit Reader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard Got bagged that the world government tried to dub it But devils love it movie trap raps cover the tracks Like Ajax sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched Supreme clientele, my cartel Willie Star passed, shit his piece, where's the Nobel? Oh well, signing off as usual, The arsonist, leaving niggas lost in the stairwell Break: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics () (Wu-Tang-Delphonics number one) Yeah, yo, yo Represent my projects Stapelton (after the smoke is done) He represent that project Park Hill (Wu-Tang-Delphonics number one) You represent that project Murder West Brighton Now Born Arm banging into that will (ahhhhh) Word up, (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what, Stapleton (Delphonics and Wu-Tang still here) Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York [Raekwon] The greatest story ever told by me, precisely Roman numeral IV plus three describe me My son move like the toad get drunk speak in codes Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold got beef with the cold Met my comrade go half on this lamp down in Baghdad Flipping like a mex tab get money like an Arab The type niggas snapped six legs on the crab Now, hush, who wanna do what, my click better bust [RZA] Underprivileged, Grew up in a Stapleton house village, Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spillage When the water was flowing (Wu-Tang-Delphonics number one) I spot a fifty-five borough A nigga was still flowing voice was echoing I rise high like an Opera's, Procter wouldn't Gamble The sample, it shocked her My ninjas run wilder than Shaka Zulu, some play peace like Donny the Guru Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Dutcher Undisputed champion, bell holders, shape and mould us Soul Controller of the moon, I, solar and polar I blow half smoke through my nasal bust my ways with thirty words Wu-Tang wasn't for children like cannibals raiding Sicilians Outro: The Delphonics After the smoke is done Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one After the smoke is done Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one After the smoke is clear Tang-o-Phonics and Wu-Tang still here After the smoke is done Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one Ahhhhh (Wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu) |
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Intro one:
- What they gives you blood? - Three months man. - Watchu doin' in here anyway? You oughta be home with your mama. - How old are you boy? - Thirteen. - Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be running outta niggaz to arrest. Intro: Ghostface Yeah, ooh yeah, this goes out to all the families that went through the struggle Yeah, from the heart It was from the heart, everything was real [Ghostface Killah] Yo, dwelling in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons I'm going through this difficult stage I it find hard to believe Why my Old Earth had so many seeds But she's her own woman and due to me I respect that I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball Eggs after school, eat grits 'cause we was poor Grab the pliers from the channel, fix the hanger on the TV Rocking each others pants to school wasn't easy We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes Sadly, Daddy left me at the age of six I didn't know nothing but my Mommy neatly packed his shit She cried, and Grandma held the family down I guess Mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon, he peed in the bed Seven o'clock, plucking roaches out the cereal box Some shared the same spoon, watching Saturday cartoons Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note Stating, "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke" So embarrassing I couldn't stand and knock on they door My friends might be laughing, I spent stamps in stores Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbour Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me But I remember this, Moms would lick her fingertips To wipe the cold out my eye before school with her spit Case worker had her running back to face to face I caught a case, housing tried to throw us out of our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyse the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here...why? Yeah, yo [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through (Repeat 4x) [Mary J. Blige] I sit and think about All the times we did without, yeah I always said I wouldn't cry When I saw tears in your eyes I understand that daddy's not here now But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah All things that I did from this to them Oh, from drugs to being there Being down and out and I love you always [Poppa Wu] Yeah, you say You see the universe, which consists of the sun, moon and stars And them planets, that exist in my space Like man, woman and child You understand? We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us I remember them good ol' days Because see, that's the child I was What made me the man I am today See, 'cause if you forget where you come from, hehe You're never gonna make it where you're goin', aheh Because you lost the reality of yourself So take one stroll through your mind And see what you will find And you'll see a hole universe all over again and again and again and again and again Hehehe, yeah hehehehe ahahehehe |
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[Ghf] Yeah
[RZA] Word... these bitches be buggin God Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin [Ghf] Yeah, check it out y'all one two We back up in this joint! What? Check the fly shit... yeah Don't black out on me Verse One: Ghostface Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian She know magic, soaking wet pussy on the mattress Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress She been fucking since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing With a ponytail kept a jar of Vaseline She's a big girl now, with a body that growl Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor Little kids daydream of humping 'Wildflower' Hanna Barbera faint I'm riding no Rivera Verse Two: RZA Fat-ass whips big asses, colourful lips Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing blue kicks, plus jeans booming beats Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo the heat is on, never too black or too strong In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades The arena now present, de event of the decade Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves extensions, nails Friday, just got paid Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family That shines Godly light Upon this Hip Hop artform, yo Dunn We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung Never bust premature for sure You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstruation Causes stomach inflation Patiently waiting nine months for deportation Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb It's a black hole for those who lose control Fertile soil before you are wise And spoiled many men and took many lives And all you brothers changed sides Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside |
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