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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...pt.2 (2009)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, Iron Chef (gracias) I need some of that, (slide through the back) I need ya'll to come back to the, (I heard juice) Back of the store over here (just be easy and tell ya man to be cool) We got some culinary cats right here, we need you (we'll kill him if he Fault) [Raekwon] Ayo, rappers stepping to me, they want a brick, son But I'm the Chef, my price is 26, son Move up, about 32 of those and open locker dough Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor Flamboyant police is X fives, watching my lofts So many leeches I just left it and walked My flow wicked, Miami money, moving and ridicly Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me Take baths with white women, lingerie see-through Taking trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga people Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled up They caught him out in Brooklyn with a white man Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geeking She threw the rifle in her mouth and said 'good evening' Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, Pony Leather with the matching sweater on, you owe me [Chorus: Raekwon] Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats Specialize in mic rippers, splashes We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick [Cappadonna] Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and they get fat Chase heads up and down the block and kill rats Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at The shell trapped up in nice crib with four packs Four macs, caught a nice cell for four stacks Yeah, me and my nigga Arafat Gotta escape but we'll be right back, real soon Chef cook it up, we got a date with real goons Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the wreck Pythons used to talk to her sister named Yvette I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two trucks Then the windows rolled down, we see these two fucks Soon as they jumped out, see these tools bust [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all shape Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry Got them dirty joints all scattered, don't act surprised Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelie Holding a pipe with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys You know how it be with the peppermint Clarks Throwing darts at a hoodrat Getting slow necked all up in The Bronx That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines I just chill like Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezel When I was 12 in the church, I started packing that metal A deuce deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot This ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK Cuz you can get scratched like AJ Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop I have a team of niggas moving my furs [Chorus] |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Man: Yo
What up D? Huh? You bought that from Tower Records? What's that, let me see that bag Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it Come here man, what the fuck I...(banging) Like that nigga, give me that man You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that Fuck outta here (gun cock) Raekwon: Niggas think I can't sell five million? Ya'll niggas is mad Ya'll must not know the work I put in on this For real, that's for real for real (ha ha) Represent, flick it up all day nigga, Immobilarity Ya'll know my work, this category is raw [Raekwon] Aiyo slash your position Verbal mike physician Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen God should vega, straight up stomp that fake out What, he biting everything, biting his nuts We slang like champions Caught me in the outlet in Hamptons Style it out Throwin four thousand out Swimsuit mammal get high Float flammable Drop off in a Benz boat lampable Rear like hittin a deer Playin Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear No question all brolic guerillas stand up Whoever large throw a hand up Throw a grand up Let's like multiply Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides, ga-lide Everybody bump once Yo Chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch Hit the L twice, need it once Track be yelling like a whore Like a swelling on a sore Or this rap Magellion on your jaw I'm a night freak, Boating on the weekends, ten a week Flows spray it like Clinique Rich unique, bitch you weak Contact Reek, we callin up Leek Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo mystical Rap Larry Davis with a pistol And dis you You a student, fuckin wit a principal Chorus(x2) Rollin like ten at a time Begin, love revolves around a thin line Go against this, send mine Lace you chase you down Let a hundred rounds race you Now you went from brolic to a facial [Raekwon] Yo, ayo glass tree house Yo, Fiendin like fuck in a green house Rush and cut, chain cream out Blow steam out Rare like guccis in ears Goose bears Skied up, loving all my deustch years Coat for broadway Hundred and 39th all day Got my chick rollin call her Parle' 20th century max like jail penitentiary Nikki Barnes gon' lynch me What, fruit flavored nikes Benz 2000 the hype piece Send half my love out to white peeps Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga tremble Nine of us stand, nine resemble Filling out tax reports Look live up in Guess shorts Bitches got love and support Yo, leather jacket, yellow Leather hat, mack it real mellow New York state of mind, crime Othello Wild zoo of bitches, burrow that's Staten Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack thing captain Still camaflouge jackets Mad rackets Out yo we cap shit, picture that nigga mashin Chorus(x2) [Raekwon] Yo,aiyo blowin more reason For a season, wud up shortie jaw season Baltimore hall bleeding Take money, remember that ?dun gottori? son Dripped out in Bahamas all bummy Gain you out patriot Portrait of my love mad shit Now we with things, the long gray shit Luke bitches in Barook Cute big, fat bitches with Luke Lex you need boots that switches Flights over Iraq Ironing my hat out, and 'lax Connecting with diplomat cats Harlem hustle connect, Iceberg varsity check Rimmin well ice drool off my dick Abe Lincoln president suites, lay eventually Pinch me, I bought head from Monica Lewinsky Arrest that hoodlum Strong arm that the white gooden Faggot nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't Flexible impact rhymin professional We staked out eatin all side vegetables Prosperity rhymes, lines Casians and Asians Let's blaze niggas with the shine Chorus(x2) Raekwon: Yea word up, that's right ha ha Ya'll be loving my shit, yea all the real niggas stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me speak Yo this a new year right here It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, here me? It's gonna get technical for real Let's play the game right It's jus a friendly game of baseball Ha feel me? Hey yo Santanna, yo Bring that suitcase in here kid Let's count that, where it came from? Where it came from? Rollin like ten at a time... |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Man: Yo
What up D? Huh? You bought that from Tower Records? What's that, let me see that bag Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it Come here man, what the fuck I...(banging) Like that nigga, give me that man You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that Fuck outta here (gun cock) Raekwon: Niggas think I can't sell five million? Ya'll niggas is mad Ya'll must not know the work I put in on this For real, that's for real for real (ha ha) Represent, flick it up all day nigga, Immobilarity Ya'll know my work, this category is raw [Raekwon] Aiyo slash your position Verbal mike physician Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen God should vega, straight up stomp that fake out What, he biting everything, biting his nuts We slang like champions Caught me in the outlet in Hamptons Style it out Throwin four thousand out Swimsuit mammal get high Float flammable Drop off in a Benz boat lampable Rear like hittin a deer Playin Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear No question all brolic guerillas stand up Whoever large throw a hand up Throw a grand up Let's like multiply Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides, ga-lide Everybody bump once Yo Chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch Hit the L twice, need it once Track be yelling like a whore Like a swelling on a sore Or this rap Magellion on your jaw I'm a night freak, Boating on the weekends, ten a week Flows spray it like Clinique Rich unique, bitch you weak Contact Reek, we callin up Leek Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo mystical Rap Larry Davis with a pistol And dis you You a student, fuckin wit a principal Chorus(x2) Rollin like ten at a time Begin, love revolves around a thin line Go against this, send mine Lace you chase you down Let a hundred rounds race you Now you went from brolic to a facial [Raekwon] Yo, ayo glass tree house Yo, Fiendin like fuck in a green house Rush and cut, chain cream out Blow steam out Rare like guccis in ears Goose bears Skied up, loving all my deustch years Coat for broadway Hundred and 39th all day Got my chick rollin call her Parle' 20th century max like jail penitentiary Nikki Barnes gon' lynch me What, fruit flavored nikes Benz 2000 the hype piece Send half my love out to white peeps Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga tremble Nine of us stand, nine resemble Filling out tax reports Look live up in Guess shorts Bitches got love and support Yo, leather jacket, yellow Leather hat, mack it real mellow New York state of mind, crime Othello Wild zoo of bitches, burrow that's Staten Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack thing captain Still camaflouge jackets Mad rackets Out yo we cap shit, picture that nigga mashin Chorus(x2) [Raekwon] Yo,aiyo blowin more reason For a season, wud up shortie jaw season Baltimore hall bleeding Take money, remember that ?dun gottori? son Dripped out in Bahamas all bummy Gain you out patriot Portrait of my love mad shit Now we with things, the long gray shit Luke bitches in Barook Cute big, fat bitches with Luke Lex you need boots that switches Flights over Iraq Ironing my hat out, and 'lax Connecting with diplomat cats Harlem hustle connect, Iceberg varsity check Rimmin well ice drool off my dick Abe Lincoln president suites, lay eventually Pinch me, I bought head from Monica Lewinsky Arrest that hoodlum Strong arm that the white gooden Faggot nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't Flexible impact rhymin professional We staked out eatin all side vegetables Prosperity rhymes, lines Casians and Asians Let's blaze niggas with the shine Chorus(x2) Raekwon: Yea word up, that's right ha ha Ya'll be loving my shit, yea all the real niggas stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me speak Yo this a new year right here It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, here me? It's gonna get technical for real Let's play the game right It's jus a friendly game of baseball Ha feel me? Hey yo Santanna, yo Bring that suitcase in here kid Let's count that, where it came from? Where it came from? Rollin like ten at a time... |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in The projects, lifeless like a vietnam vet Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk a hard role to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold their life and times, deadly like the virus design but too, minute to dilute, the science is mine You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way [Masta Killa] A voice cries from the wilderness of the North A representation of the families that lost one all victims of incarceration Or other divisions of the family structure Youths are injected with serums that leads to skin irritations, babies being born with disfigurations, experimentations On their faces there bear world relations of mothers that carry the pain of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun fire It lightly begins to rain screams of terror are hidden by the passing trains This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this bitter sickness, and left us to witness [U-God] Yeah, yo Curses from war, innocent blood spills for days Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise Tree of life, more precious than Wu is golden game The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision Blow, spin, and sin and killing what's revealing It's a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen Zero process, progress, become the hunted America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it Some love the speed, some satisfy a need Some want to be down, young gun seed, jungle breed The stronger speed, someone die, someone bleed One flew astray, and then caught my little seed Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes Take in my energy, breath and know the rest Cause the good die young and the hard die best You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way [RZA] Y'all bitches love dances, and pulling down your pants while your man's on tour, your spending up his advances Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick The whole projects is trapped in stench You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out Ninety-nine cent beer drinking pussy stinking Fucking so much your ass and titties start shrinking New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, Medicaid Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays Inside my lab, I'm going mad Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn Early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe [Method Man] As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home Mama say, take your time young man and build your own Don't wind up like your old dad Still searching for them glory days he never had So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings The cash rule everything now, we going down These babies looking up to us, it's up to us The Million Man March MC's, get on the bus But envy, greed, lust, and hate, separate Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate No longer, brothers, we unstable Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing each other You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yo, this goes for all my brothers
and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in The projects, lifeless like a vietnam vet Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk a hard role to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold their life and times, deadly like the virus design but too, minute to dilute, the science is mine You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way Masta Killa A voice cries from the wilderness of the North A representation of the families that lost one all victims of incarceration Or other divisions of the family structure Youths are injected with serums that leads to skin irritations, babies being born with disfigurations, experimentations On their faces there bear world relations of mothers that carry the pain of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail Big brothers been slain from hails of gun fire It lightly begins to rain screams of terror are hidden by the passing trains This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this bitter sickness, and left us to witness U-God Yeah, yo Curses from war, innocent blood spills for days Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise Tree of life, more precious than Wu is golden game The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision Blow, spin, and sin and killing what's revealing It's a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen Zero process, progress, become the hunted America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it Some love the speed, some satisfy a need Some want to be down, young gun seed, jungle breed The stronger speed, someone die, someone bleed One flew astray, and then caught my little seed Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes Take in my energy, breath and know the rest Cause the good die young and the hard die best You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Straight up, c'mon Bub, I need you man
Yo, Straight up y'all Yo Ghost I love you man You know how we do this right here We do this for our family See you soon kid (Verse One) The greatest thing a kid could have To chill with his family, sit back layin on his Dad Props go out, next thing you know Pops roll out Moms cussed him out, get the fuck out Couldn't understand it, feelings turnin to hard granite Now she a one single parent Growin up on welfare, she might need healthcare That made me feel no one else cares Moms is a part of my life forever Gettin drunk that's her business guess that's stormy weather Fish and grits, twelve o' clock midnight pissed Stop cryin Ma take a kiss Take care of ya brother and sis Something happen to me I miss ya better be offic (official) She meant that shit, every mouthful accurate Took me to school be emaculate Taught by the best, remember stress A ghetto agenda that's how we rest Don't let'em play with your emotions Lotioning me, little money in my vest Damn, Mom going through it Still holding me through it Sneaker money fucked up Yo, Yeah when Granddaddy died I know you didn't see me cry Held it in, it hurted Ma alot Remember, Bucs had me in a tux Went to beef stake Charlie's had my first pay cut Yeah, lovin you always screamin on janitors in hallways It's my son always Caught me in the crib yo, smokin Sat me down heart broken, hopin the phase had me open yo You like, hey yo, for real you like lovin you for life it's only right Strong yourself we make it Weak minded you naked The pain and hurt i can't take it Plus my Uncle in jail That's your brother go see him, he look forward to it like mail You my ace, you the lady in the place You ain't a waste, we just trapped inside a low-life place Trust me I'm gonna work hard Tatto my body, throw it on top where i got scars See it son, start cryin (Singing) |
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from Raekwon - The Lex Diamond Story (2003)
Yes, I got you started, yes, I got you started!
[Intro: Raekwon] Uh... yeah.. This is on some Can It Be/C.R.E.A.M. shit, right here, too Yeah, word up, take it there for these niggas, you know Word up? Yo.. uh-huh, reminisce, nigga Word up, nice sunny day, rainy day Preferable for you and yours, let's blow, yo [Raekwon] Who would of thought I would of made it ya'll Ten years later, still in the gid-game, the Clan, we was one the greatest We did platinum back in '93, we painted pictures you could see We was living who ya'll tryin' to be RZA had a vision, instead of cookin coke in the kitchen He told the God, hit the booth and start spittin At first it was a dream to me, Ol' Earth buggin Put your gun down, screamin that the streets is gon' be needin me I did the Knowledge to the Wisdom that you spoke to me The Wu become us, the world enbraced us A new day, a new life for the God Got a hood thing, watchin "Ice Water" evolve Destined to build a mountain - niggaz is doubtin my work Black millionaire, check what I'm worth I gotta thank y'all for takin in Lex, I appreciate it I apoligize for keepin y'all waitin [Interlude: sample (Raekwon)] "Yes I got you started all over again" (2X) (Word up... let's go back... finish up) [Raekwon] Growin' up, we've been through hard times Life on the streets, just tryin' survive Plus my niggas got mouth's to feed We sold to crack fiends, coke, ice and money machines Shootin' at cops, them maggots tried to stop our C.R.E.A.M But it won't stop, can't stop, my niggas locked down in a box I feel your pain, I know you're tryin' to come home All that weak bullshit, I had to leave it alone Heard my mom's cryin' at night, we rap on the phone, I love you Never meant to stress you out, do you wrong, yo I'm workin Then move you from a block to a home We came from nothin', seein' how the world is so cold Some niggas comin' out of churches sellin' devil their soul, yo My neighborhood is crime central, sort of like prisons and cops One on lock, instead of tryin' to defend you All that bullshit we've been through, time to draw the line right here Got to stop now, time is the issue [Interlude: sample (Raekwon)] "Yes I got you started all over again" (2X) (One more jewel... one more... move... let's go, let's go) [Raekwon] It's time to rebuild, teach our seeds, that guns don't kill It's the nigga behind the trigger that will Society's ill, blacks support seeds for their mills Mentally brainwashed, time moves on, we stand still I seen life through the birth of my son, I seen it all again A soldier stuck in these streets, hopin' it's war within Too late to fall now, I'm on now Niggas is born now, we doin' good, we on tour now Elevate your prosperity, I'm seein' shit with clarity No longer on the low, pa, I couldn't handle thieves Too much to live for, I just want to poly and grow Stack ones and watch my little dun's blow [Outro: sample] "Yes I got you started all over again" (4X) |
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from Rush Hour (러시 아워) by Ira Hearshen [ost] (1998)
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'? Niggas like Method Man, Redman Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? I don't need no introductions, Cat Whuuuuut I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head I feel assurin' durin', also glad Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it Yes it is me, a total fresh MC Yo, I'm born to be, MC history Rhyming on time because that's the deal You're only as fresh as your ass feel Other MC's, you are bound to fall Cuz your real world is not a world at all 1 - |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostface Killah...Shaolin's Finest (2002)
[Ghostface]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh Yeah, I see that, I see that All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? Stealin my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me Yo, check these up top murderous Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges F.B.I. try and want word with this Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks Chicken and brocolli, Wally's look stinky With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been gassin niggaz, my imposters scream they ill I'm the inventor, '86 rhymin at the center Debut '93 LP told you to Enter Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma, beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible and tell lies too, I'm the ultimate splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite student in role holdin it [Chorus: Ghostface] Aiyyo, this rappin's like Ziti, facin me real TV Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real [Ghostface] A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max Hit the racks, stack 'em up Son, $20 off no tax Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet Heavy rain fucked my kicks up Wasn't lookin, splashed in the puddle Bitch laughin, first thought was beat the bitch up Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries Same Ghostface, holy in the mind Last scene: Manhatten Chase We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase Rawness, title is Hell-bound Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound [Raekwon] We split a fair one, poker nose money Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baloons Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion Knowin now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color Freezin in valor, ice-sicle galore Gas station light gleamin on the wall Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans Niggaz flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams pose at the stand-off, mad timid hopin that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo [Chorus] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
(come on in)
[Ol Dirty] *singing* Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn (come on in) Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH (come on, come on, come on in) Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggaz! (come on in, come on, come on, come on in) Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it! Verse One: The Genius/GZA Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually it was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source You can't flow, must be the speech impediment You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical to analytical analogy, insurance policies why Said he know that sounds define the note Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes Too many dope niggaz I see starvin Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain Wu slay regardles to whom or what, five mics five nights Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights A fugitive bass playin rap czar smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar Chorus Verse Two: Method Man/Iron Lung Tical got a hold on ya, doin exactly what the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin the ways these rhymes keep comin, at cha splash ya Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff An MC too good to be touched, John John bring the phenomenon, I cold crush MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold as we move on, saga unfold Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger Caught up in a cliffhanger Yo I-N-S another code red, danger, break out the vest Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here Don't ever roam, in the naked city Eight Fingers stories none pretty Bomb em wit the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin be critical Peace to Tang, gettin high on your physical, dis next drink is a toast to your memory When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me Chorus |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
(come on in)
[Ol Dirty] *singing* Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn (come on in) Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH (come on, come on, come on in) Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggaz! (come on in, come on, come on, come on in) Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it! Verse One: The Genius/GZA Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually it was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source You can't flow, must be the speech impediment You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical to analytical analogy, insurance policies why Said he know that sounds define the note Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes Too many dope niggaz I see starvin Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain Wu slay regardles to whom or what, five mics five nights Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights A fugitive bass playin rap czar smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar Chorus Verse Two: Method Man/Iron Lung Tical got a hold on ya, doin exactly what the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin the ways these rhymes keep comin, at cha splash ya Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff An MC too good to be touched, John John bring the phenomenon, I cold crush MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold as we move on, saga unfold Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger Caught up in a cliffhanger Yo I-N-S another code red, danger, break out the vest Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here Don't ever roam, in the naked city Eight Fingers stories none pretty Bomb em wit the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin be critical Peace to Tang, gettin high on your physical, dis next drink is a toast to your memory When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me Chorus |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...pt.2 (2009)
Intro:word i miss you,i miss the god
Word....a powerful brother,man, he was live Raekwon:he was a powerfull general,the smell from his breathe was ballantine this it was the year 89' He stayed the freshest, polo boots, wallies with them colorful low goose Coming from Medina, we boost We up in A&S, slipping and dipping to bedstuy Native, he used to beatbox, thousands'll listen Yo, thats before, the wu got on, him and allah just' And RZA, came to the island one morn' A nigga could dance to slow music, outdrink any nigga On the benches, while we hitting reefer, he sold loosies Five foot seven a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones I know for his braids and lessons A wiseman with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chest A right hand, you quick, serving you remy Yo, lets toadt to the fallen, lost forgotten Aiyo, if niggas could hear me, then roll up some broccoli Ason, the heart of a lion, a purified mind The way he did it, with a mic and some wine I would never forget the days we used to sit back Days i be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo i just miss this nigga And now i understand the meaning of love when i kissed the nigga Interlude:ol dirty bastard (sample) My name is ol dirty bastard, youknowhatimsayin? I dont hide nothing back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare, youknowhatimsaying? When i came out my mother womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsaying So so so its like you got to keep it real nahwhatimean? [Raekwon:] He had a heart of gold, intelligent soul from day one Loud as the ferry, best friend was momma Cherry Sweet lady, BK baby, she taught Dirty How to cook, clean, singing the songs, say the Old school dances and O.E., Ballantine, the wine We sip, while we sat with the O.G.'s Knowledge of self, good health The fortunes that came with the game, had my brother insane It's like wealth ain't enough to live for But if you got love in your heart, just believe in yourself That was the black man rap, baby Jesus in the black Land' Few jewelry pieces with his gold fangs, his fam (Brooklyn Zu) you know my brother was ill The first dude to say, "Yo, keep it real" Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap professor Now he with Allah, that's a blessing [Interlude: ~Ol' Dirty Bastard Sample~] See, it's like, ok, where I come from In my neighborhood, my people know me Youknowhatimsaying? See, if I try to come any different They ain't gon' respect me no more Youknowhatimsaying? Because they -- you know people Got their thing about themselves, you know If you come from the neighborhood, youknowhatimsaying You couldn't, you couldn't get out the neighborhood But you could never take the neighborhood out of the people Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to like jump and crossover To the other side, people understand that, and they don't like that That's why they don't be buying people music See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' keep it real You can't knock what's real, youknowhatimsaying? We telling the truth, man |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Intro/Chorus: Madame D]
Light is shinin.. beauty sunshine Here comes one-time.. the ball was so fine Heat is blazin.. the kids were playin His partner was shady.. tryin to slave the babies [Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn All this while he let the fiends cook it The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missin The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens Even though her leg was bitten Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins Paleface cop who done popped the best And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some niggaz know him as the Godson of Gotti And his black partner, he was scared to speak He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks He saw his colleague pick up money before leavin his beat They call him desk duty, Robocop Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block [Chorus] [Raekwon the Chef] Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor His partner turned red in his waist, Mase done smacked her with the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her Heard she was dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid Wavin her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks He grabbed her by the air, she broke his jaw it cracked More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five Wildest niggaz just smilin cause it look live They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me wodie Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid [Chorus] [GZA] You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crimey cat You sometime me, don't need to remind me about livin in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store The bum holdin the door, the mugging no one saw We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores Small percentage determined to strengthen they position Transformation from critical to, stable condition But it still be obstacles on niggaz that's optical Watchin you like salt-water sharks that's tropical The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it Whether - hold up, set up, stabbin or a wet up Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts And for some, another way out, is music and sports That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot that won the championship, with just oh on the clock [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Intro/Chorus: Madame D)
Light is shinin.. beauty sunshine Here comes one-time.. the ball was so fine Heat is blazin.. the kids were playin His partner was shady.. tryin to slave the babies (Ghostface Killah) Aiyyo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn All this while he let the fiends cook it The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missin The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens Even though her leg was bitten Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins Paleface cop who done popped the desk And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some niggaz know him as the Godson of Gotti And his black partner, he was scared to speak He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks He saw his colleague pick up money before leavin his beat They call him desk duty, Robocop Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block (Chorus) (Raekwon the Chef) Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor His partner turned red in his waist, Mase done smacked her with the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her Heard she was dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid Wavin her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks He grabbed her by the air, she broke his jaw it cracked More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five Wildest niggaz just smilin cause it look live They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me (?) Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid (Chorus) (GZA) You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crimey cat You sometime me, don't need to remind me about livin in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store The bum holdin the door, the mugging no one saw We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores Small percentage determined to strengthen they position Transformation from critical to, stable condition But it still be obstacles on niggaz that's optical Watchin you like salt-water sharks that's tropical The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it Whether - hold up, set up, stabbin or a wet up Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts And for some, another way out, is music and sports That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot that won the championship, with just oh on the clock (Chorus) - repeat 2X |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
[Intro/Chorus: Madame D]
Light is shinin.. beauty sunshine Here comes one-time.. the ball was so fine Heat is blazin.. the kids were playin His partner was shady.. tryin to slave the babies [Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn All this while he let the fiends cook it The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missin The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens Even though her leg was bitten Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins Paleface cop who done popped the desk And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some niggaz know him as the Godson of Gotti And his black partner, he was scared to speak He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks He saw his colleague pick up money before leavin his beat They call him desk duty, Robocop Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block [Chorus] [Raekwon the Chef] Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor His partner turned red in his waist, Mase done smacked her with the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her Heard she was dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid Wavin her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks He grabbed her by the air, she broke his jaw it cracked More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five Wildest niggaz just smilin cause it look live They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me (?) Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid [Chorus] [GZA] You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crimey cat You sometime me, don't need to remind me about livin in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store The bum holdin the door, the mugging no one saw We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores Small percentage determined to strengthen they position Transformation from critical to, stable condition But it still be obstacles on niggaz that's optical Watchin you like salt-water sharks that's tropical The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it Whether - hold up, set up, stabbin or a wet up Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts And for some, another way out, is music and sports That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot that won the championship, with just oh on the clock [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
(Intro/Chorus: Madame D)
Light is shinin.. beauty sunshine Here comes one-time.. the ball was so fine Heat is blazin.. the kids were playin His partner was shady.. tryin to slave the babies (Ghostface Killah) Aiyyo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn All this while he let the fiends cook it The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missin The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens Even though her leg was bitten Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins Paleface cop who done popped the desk And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some niggaz know him as the Godson of Gotti And his black partner, he was scared to speak He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks He saw his colleague pick up money before leavin his beat They call him desk duty, Robocop Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block (Chorus) (Raekwon the Chef) Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor His partner turned red in his waist, Mase done smacked her with the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her Heard she was dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid Wavin her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks He grabbed her by the air, she broke his jaw it cracked More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five Wildest niggaz just smilin cause it look live They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me (?) Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid (Chorus) (GZA) You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crimey cat You sometime me, don't need to remind me about livin in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store The bum holdin the door, the mugging no one saw We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores Small percentage determined to strengthen they position Transformation from critical to, stable condition But it still be obstacles on niggaz that's optical Watchin you like salt-water sharks that's tropical The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it Whether - hold up, set up, stabbin or a wet up Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts And for some, another way out, is music and sports That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot that won the championship, with just oh on the clock (Chorus) - repeat 2X |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"
(Method Man) Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know (Inspectah Deck) Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, the usual suspects, we at it Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me - always have and will be Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday (Chorus: Ron Isley) Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now (Method Man) Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope (GZA) We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+ Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signin They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle (Chorus) - 0.75X (Raekwon) Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!") (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.. (Raekwon the Chef) Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich (Ghostface Killah) Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast (?) It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit (Chorus) {*Ron Isley ad libs to fade*} |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"
(Method Man) Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know (Inspectah Deck) Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, the usual suspects, we at it Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me - always have and will be Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday (Chorus: Ron Isley) Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now (Method Man) Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope (GZA) We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+ Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signin They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle (Chorus) - 0.75X (Raekwon) Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!") (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.. (Raekwon the Chef) Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich (Ghostface Killah) Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast (?) It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit (Chorus) {*Ron Isley ad libs to fade*} |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"
[Method Man] Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know [Inspectah Deck] Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, the usual suspects, we at it Vexed at it, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me - always have and will be Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday [Chorus: Ron Isley] Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now [Method Man] Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope [GZA] We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+ Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signin They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle [Chorus - 0.75X] [Raekwon] Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!") [R. Isley] Shit's bout to change.. [Raekwon the Chef] Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich [Ghostface Killah] Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast (?) It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit [Chorus] [Ron Isley ad libs to fade] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"
[Method Man] Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know [Inspectah Deck] Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, the usual suspects, we at it Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me - always have and will be Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday [Chorus: Ron Isley] Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now [Method Man] Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope [GZA] We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+ Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signin They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle [Chorus] - 0.75X [Raekwon] Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!") [R. Isley] Shit's bout to change.. [Raekwon the Chef] Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich wear [Ghostface Killah] Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast (?) It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan We brought so much heat that we was givin you tans an' shit [Chorus] {*Ron Isley ad libs to fade*} |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Yeah, yo
Give me the cue Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Bejing When we touch down you crown renowned kings Verse two: Method Man There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men But not these, we profound hardcore sound To MC's thumbs down, prepare Killa bees it be warfare, this the year Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare Ask yourself can you compare to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs Must we drop in the Ninety-Now Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical Verse Three: RZA You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting You gots to be kidding, yo It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions Wack MC's only lasted one season The morale was low at the corral Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah All that other bullshit ain't permissable Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible illegible, every egg ain't edible My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat Cole Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin We came to punish the glutton with a substance That can't be contained, Wu-Tang Motherfuckers We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club Y'all all in the back Scared to speak the speak cause you scared Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is [Raekwon conversating with some people] All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right It's like come on man This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker Dang, he caught Whittaker Mmmmhmmm He caught Whittaker a long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holyfield Holyfield Yeah, word up Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight He ain't fighting McDermit He ain't fightin? Nope Whattup? You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did? Told them he cut his eye, in sparring Verse Five: Ghostface Killah Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the Monopoly king, Slavic poetry Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless Outro: RZA You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean? It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible) Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W You gonna get down with that W That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin way We got the medicine for yo' sickness Out here, ya knowhatImean? I was telling Shorty like -- Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD And you'll get all the education you need this year YouknowhatImean? (Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit) Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God Niggaz can't fuck with these lyrics God YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean? (Oh hell no, none of this shit) C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz (Niggaz can't even understand half this shit) Nah (man, no) I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G (Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even comin out until Two Thousand YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet You hear, we gonna bring a comet (Check for that shit in the millenium) YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man (Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man Born Gods is here (Born God) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
Verse One: U-God
Yeah, yo Give me the cue Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Bejing When we touch down you crown renowned kings Verse two: Method Man There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men But not these, we profound hardcore sound To MC's thumbs down, prepare Killa bees it be warfare, this the year Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare Ask yourself can you compare to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs Must we drop in the Ninety-Now Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical Verse Three: RZA You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting You gots to be kidding, yo It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions Wack MC's only lasted one season The morale was low at the corral Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah All that other bullshit ain't permissable Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible illegible, every egg ain't edible My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat Cole Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin We came to punish the glutton with a substance That can't be contained, Wu-Tang Motherfuckers We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club Y'all all in the back Scared to speak the speak cause you scared Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is [Raekwon conversating with some people] All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right It's like come on man This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker Dang, he caught Whittaker Mmmmhmmm He caught Whittaker a long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holyfield Holyfield Yeah, word up Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight He ain't fighting McDermit He ain't fightin? Nope Whattup? You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did? Told them he cut his eye, in sparring Verse Five: Ghostface Killah Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the Monopoly king, Slavic poetry Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless Outro: RZA You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean? It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible) Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W You gonna get down with that W That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin way We got the medicine for yo' sickness Out here, ya knowhatImean? I was telling Shorty like -- Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD And you'll get all the education you need this year YouknowhatImean? (Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit) Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God Niggaz can't fuck with these lyrics God YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean? (Oh hell no, none of this shit) C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz (Niggaz can't even understand half this shit) Nah (man, no) I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G (Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even comin out until Two Thousand YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet You hear, we gonna bring a comet (Check for that shit in the millenium) YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man (Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man Born Gods is here (Born God) |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...pt.2 (2009)
*sounds of fighting*
Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you! [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, you know how it go Fresh from the stationary hall of justice Real rhyming, real movement, real life Word up, we just chilling, ten bottles of Crug' on the wall Youknowhatimsaying? Straight up, for real Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go, yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit Raw shit, secret indictment shit, yeah Secret indictments, be careful, niggas For real, let's go [Chorus: RZA & Tash Mahogany] You better get that money, no matter, what you do You gotta get that money, and represent your crew And keep it true [Raekwon] As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked Four in his pocket, a diamoned up chain and some coke Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator Near the cookies and the bundles of dope Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross All this paper, profit make her lay there and post With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar All I know if you saw me, you thought I was broke Black, yo, I been hustling since niggas was busting guns And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOAT's [Chorus] [Interlude: Inspectah Deck] Yo RZA, you crazy man This that Black Mozart shit, right here [Inspectah Deck] Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front Fit the Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt Just growing up, schooled by O.G.'s, holding O's and up Daily new drama unfold, they popped 'em over, what? It's so rough, nobody know him, so what? Aiyo, the money's close by, homey, show me the stuff Borough hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners and kicks City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks Like friday night cruise in the Coupe, new valor suit Fruit flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40 Deuce Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loot How they hit Miss Fisher, they was busting at suit Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew Sipping passion fruit, Alize, in back of the Ooh [RZA] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bighead, I thought I told ya We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders Bighead, I thought I told ya We soldiers, boy, we soldiers [Chorus] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[U-God]
Hard days of work You had a hard day at work baby I want you to sit down, relax While I soak you in my mentals Backrub style, watch this, yo, yo Massage, peppermint oil, shampoo and pears Cinnamin, aloe, natural for you hair So lather the soap, coconut conditioning Honey lather, blood flowing, love glistening Motion lotion, breeze, over the ocean Lovers, bath crystals, lovers bun scrubbers Hot milk bath, steam shower rubbing These will splash long loving in your oven Make it off, break it off, till it gets soft Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off In and out, rapers patients, Hershey's Kisses get a style Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out Brain message, think about pink Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink Upper lower, left, right, neck don't play Back rub, count on, take me away Waterfall beads, streams, plush and lavish Come with me through all the damn madness Night breeze at sea, sipping tea You and your queen melodies, and trees, 85 degrees Jet skis breeze Scraping water on chocolate, butter scotch flowers Vapor action, tropical sunshower Baby powder, relax, feel for an hour Sand suntan, snuggled up snug Snowey days, fireplace, oriental rug Thugs, lay on the couch, pull it out, perfect balance Chemical stimuli, two tokes off the chalace Complete silence, what surround us Whats the finest, wrapped in cold sheets Vanilla apple heat, loop played jazz music, coffee pillow sleeps Breakfast in bed, early morning sun treats Sunset level, suprise sunrises, hell Lay on the couch, while I clip your toenails Dreams of peaches and cream steam secret spells Soft spoken gospel, Barry White acapell Violin, good medicine, sound swell Sunshine like, the right, without the hell Taste sugar, wise storm steam stick Slowdance drink, like nights over Egypt Having, stabbing, calm chilling now we rolling Company, ice cream licking now we holding Gentle force, warm tingle of the golden Open loose, ice cubes, kiss your belly Alcohol, palm trees, peanut butter jelly Almond twirl, fantastic melodies Soon, taste these spoons Wiping me with toon, fly wine, prize storm Now it's high noon, rasberry spices Cherry breath, drink from the mountain, sip the very best Sounds of the shore, every winter is a war Paradise life, recipe now pour Musicness, model, gentle mental Wash away your sorrow, fantasy Allah Put the message in the bottle Carry you through, the threshold, do my duty Happy ending, go to rest Sleeping Beauty Yo, this is that body shop shit Love love slam Edible underwear, champagne, bubble bath Have your snack on that ass that Know what I mean? Massaging these melodies Put that gangsta shit on the shelf Blow winds, blow, through your hair Sea breeze sticks and shit Right right [Method Man] When your around boo Come and chop this mother fucking beat you stank ass trick |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
[U-God]
Hard days of work You had a hard day at work baby I want you to sit down, relax While I soak you in my mentals Backrub style, watch this, yo, yo Massage, peppermint oil, shampoo and pears Cinnamin, aloe, natural for you hair So lather the soap, coconut conditioning Honey lather, blood flowing, love glistening Motion lotion, breeze, over the ocean Lovers, bath crystals, lovers bun scrubbers Hot milk bath, steam shower rubbing These will splash long loving in your oven Make it off, break it off, till it gets soft Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off In and out, rapers patients, Hershey's Kisses get a style Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out Brain message, think about pink Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink Upper lower, left, right, neck don't play Back rub, count on, take me away Waterfall beads, streams, plush and lavish Come with me through all the damn madness Night breeze at sea, sipping tea You and your queen melodies, and trees, 85 degrees Jet skis breeze Scraping water on chocolate, butter scotch flowers Vapor action, tropical sunshower Baby powder, relax, feel for an hour Sand suntan, snuggled up snug Snowey days, fireplace, oriental rug Thugs, lay on the couch, pull it out, perfect balance Chemical stimuli, two tokes off the chalace Complete silence, what surround us Whats the finest, wrapped in cold sheets Vanilla apple heat, loop played jazz music, coffee pillow sleeps Breakfast in bed, early morning sun treats Sunset level, suprise sunrises, hell Lay on the couch, while I clip your toenails Dreams of peaches and cream steam secret spells Soft spoken gospel, Barry White acapell Violin, good medicine, sound swell Sunshine like, the right, without the hell Taste sugar, wise storm steam stick Slowdance drink, like nights over Egypt Having, stabbing, calm chilling now we rolling Company, ice cream licking now we holding Gentle force, warm tingle of the golden Open loose, ice cubes, kiss your belly Alcohol, palm trees, peanut butter jelly Almond twirl, fantastic melodies Soon, taste these spoons Wiping me with toon, fly wine, prize storm Now it's high noon, rasberry spices Cherry breath, drink from the mountain, sip the very best Sounds of the shore, every winter is a war Paradise life, recipe now pour Musicness, model, gentle mental Wash away your sorrow, fantasy Allah Put the message in the bottle Carry you through, the threshold, do my duty Happy ending, go to rest Sleeping Beauty Yo, this is that body shop shit Love love slam Edible underwear, champagne, bubble bath Have your snack on that ass that Know what I mean? Massaging these melodies Put that gangsta shit on the shelf Blow winds, blow, through your hair Sea breeze sticks and shit Right right [Method Man] When your around boo Come and chop this mother fucking beat you stank ass trick |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro:
Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style Chorus: RZA Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Verse One: Ghostface Killah Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt and you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that Carryin gats but yo, my Clan Rollin like forty Macs Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent I wait for one to act up Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger Chorus Verse Three: Inspectah Deck I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin Bust this, I'm kickin like Segall, Out for Justice The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on... Chorus Verse Four: The Genius/GZA Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp! A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin through ya back *swish* Givin bystanders heart-attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his fuckin prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets I'm wettin CREAM, I ain't wettin fame Who sellin gain, I'm givin out a deadly game It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin ruckus... Chorus So bring it on...(X7) punk nigga! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style
If what you say is true, The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style [Chorus] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin' terror, quick damage ya whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore Hittin' sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs goin' gold, no doubt And you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that Carryin' gats but yo, my Clan Rollin like forty Macs Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo sew, represent I wait for one to act up Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger [Chorus] I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin' Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin' Bust this, I'm kickin' like Segal, Out For Justice The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on [Chorus] Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp! A mud hole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin' through ya back swish Givin' bystanders heart-attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his fuckin' prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You want to bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame Who sellin' gain, I'm givin' out a deadly game It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin' Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin' ruckus [Chorus] So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on Punk nigga! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
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</script> Basically, can't fuck with me Verse One: I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental's based on instrumental records hey, so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the King But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM check it, just how deep can shit get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side And I'm the dark side of the Force Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus Bustin at me bruh, now bust it Styles, I gets buckwild Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze Chorus: Is it real son, is it really real son Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son, if it's really real Interlude: Booster And when I was a lil stereo (stereo) I listened to some champion (champion) I always wondered (wondered) Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha) Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!) And de gargon summary And any man dat come test me (test me) Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that) Verse Two: Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke off the set comin to your projects Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit And it's gonna get even worse word to God It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test realize you're no contest Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the four nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns Enough to give my chest hairs a perm I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo' What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me* Northern spicy brown mustard hoes We have to stick you *horn sound of car racing by* Chorus Outro: I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off and make you kneel in some staircase piss I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills You motherfuckers (So???) So fuck the hoe Fuck the hoe (Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
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</script> (Ol' Dirty Bastard) Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now! Ain't none of them niggas can't fuck with me! What? Nigga you could never fuck with me, my nigga! Dirt fuck you up right now! What? What? What? I bust your motherfuckin ass boy! I ain't no motherfuckin joke, you know who you talkin to (Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up) Ol' Dirty Bastard, I fuck you up right now Yeah, what? What? (Shame on that nigga yo He ain't sayin nothin, fuck him!) I'm the one-man army, Ason I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out I drop science like girls be droppin babies Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines Your ass thought you were better than Ason, I keep planets in orbit While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass 'cause I create rhymes good as a tasty cake, mix This style, I'm mastered in Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol In your face like a can of mace, baby Is it burnin? Well, fuck it, now you're learnin how, I don't even like your motherfuckin profile Give me my fuckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW! Not seen and heard, no one knows You forget, niggas be quiet as kept Now you know nothin Before you knew a whole fuckin lot Your ass don't wanna get shot A lot of MC's came to my showdown To watch me put your fuckin ass lo-o-ow down As you can go, below zero without a doubt I've never been tooken out by a nigga, who couldn't figure Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo) how to pull a fuckin gun trigger I said "Get the fuck outta here!" Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host Introducin, yo fuck that nigga's name My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot Whoa-hoa-hoa! Get me like slow-mo with the flow If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit So I take yo ass out quick The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep' CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death You got shot cause you knock knock knock "Who's there?" Another motherfuckin hardrock Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack You wanna react? Bring it on back... (Chorus (5x): Ol' Dirty Bastard) Shame on you, when you step through to the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! (Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard) What? My nigga... Shame on ya... |
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from The Game - LAX [International Version] (2008)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Sit my alligator jacket on the floor Let that shit crawl around, what up Game? How are you my nigga? Let's get this money, you heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells My killas gorillas, nigga’s couldn't see 'em with gazelles Fronting ass nigga’s, go hang with Pharrell Trying to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell Owens, call it T.O., he leakin’ like a project sink Busted open like a hot dog link Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my ink pen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect) Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (word?) I know Kobe, I be on the floor, "Kobe!" You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me I got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin’ O.G. And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryin’a blow me? (back up) This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm (Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin‘ ones) Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ' (Big sharks) Me too (swimmin’ in a pile of ones) [Interlude: Raekwon] Yeah nigga, tomorrow man Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga In the Bronx [Raekwon (The Game)] This the face off (respect the dons, hundred thousand on the arms) Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin’ warm) (Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amaze-on) I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('til the day is done) [Interlude: Raekwon] Yeah, frontin’ on us nigga, it's like It's like racing a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga You gon' fuck around and get your head burnt [Raekwon] I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact Hip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin’ Keep it movin’ homeboy, the mac's always actin’ Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-land It's like actions, cliques 'll die right with traction It's Wall Street money and two gunny's Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeys Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy Blow your head off like lunch meat Chef in the game run the country Take over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin’ Fuck with their paper their gun squeezin’ Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season [Interlude: Raekwon] Yo, man yo Game man Let these nigga’s know man for real man We official man They wan' be readin’ our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] (Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from Staten? I'd be King Kong knocking down the buildings in Manhattan (Guerilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit My style's smoking like, after a glock spit Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris' Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here The Benjamin’s won't stop, and neither would a chrome glock I kill a fire-breathing dragon with a dome shot Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks We had a meeting before we got here, and shit gon' pop Heads gon' roll, Patron gon' spill Fitted caps getting’ peeled like the chrome on the wheels Got a half a mil', sing your wounds won't heal I declare war, nigga who gon' deal? [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, y'all know what time it is man "Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for real Many may read this man A lot of nigga’s might not make it home, you heard? We speak for the real ones man, for the church men man All them real general nigga’s man All them nigga’s that's out there man Don't get no rest or none of that man, for real The Chef nigga, Game what up baby? I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you baby You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin’ world man Get a lot of bread man, word up, hun'ed my nigga We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man, know what I’m sayin’? Sip on some motherfucking, Don Julio or some'n, ya know what I’m sayin’? With two foul rings on, ya know what I’m sayin’? Couple of mean Guatemalans’ wit’ us Half Guatemala, half Somalia nigga Nigga’s ain't seen them colors man [fades out] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man
What that nigga want God? Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit] (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up KnowhatI'msayin? (Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get...) Yeah, check this ol fly shit out Word up (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go (dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo! Verse One: Raekwon the Chef I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now Chorus: Method Man Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Verse Two: Inspector Deck It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not... The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin -- going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic Outro: Chorus -- 4X Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill YaknowhatI'msayin? Cuz we can't just get by no more Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down Chorus -- 3X Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH |
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from More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: kung fu sample from
"8 Diagram Pole Fighter"] Today I'll talk about kindness Justice, faith and kindness I want you to listen carefully Kindness and faith, are the foundation Without them, we can't become good people And with justice, we know we can lead a good life And how can I be a good man then, eh? Well, first of all, you have to practice honesty Uhmm... Keep your temper, never lose control of yourself Keep control... Be patient, if you learn to do these things, you can master anything [Chorus: The Persuasions "Gypsy Woman" sample] Out of nowhere, there came a caravan This was around a campfire light A lovely woman in motion Her hair was as dark as the night [Method Man] Cruising on the interstate, just follow while I innovate Too many try and imitate, medallion like a dinner plate Front and get ya dinner ate, chinchilla for the winter, wait I'm trying to bring the "Sexy Back" like Timbaland and Timberlake Spitting like a calico, kush from a Cali hoe Tell that joker "tally ho", put shots in that Denali, yo RZA you know how we go, on them 20's, that's how we roll And I don't eat berries but eat a Berry like Halle though The game criminal, my, my chain figaro My, my dames pigeon-toed, I'm still the same nigga though Uh, kid rock a fitted low, still got a wicked flow And I'm like Barry Bonds on anything that RZA throw [Ghostface Killah] On anything that RZA throw, Ironman's invisible I left my chick for cheating on me, now that bitch is miserable Popping bottles, painting hella Wallo's on my physical We gon' have a ball, might as well pick a testicle Purple haze festivals, smoke a nigga like a bowl F**k a coma, now the state you laying is a vegetable You wanna see me? Like you ain't checkable You like a CD, I burn you and I wrecked a few... [Chorus] [Interlude: kung fu sample (RZA)] Only God, has lept into avenged mind And can, distinguish good, from evil Hahaha (Aiyo Cappa) [Cappadonna] We gotta get more cake together, so we could branch out Preserve land, get a boat and a ranch house Call me a dreamer, but I hustle for real You thought that I fell off but now I'm attacking the field All in Chicago, grinding, putting it down Crush blocks of MC's, I ain't playing around Yo, you heard me on The Bassment, giving it to 'em Fake dudes hiding theyself, but I could see through 'em Diggler, what? I'm trying to live and raise kids While you throwing up ya sign, I'm laying 'em down, kid Plus, I'm back home now, doing my thing Thirty dollars to Medina just to cop me a ring [Chorus 2X] [Outro: kung fu sample] A good friend, holds his drink Bad company makes bad wine! Drinking among friends Red wine means a good life A few drinks bring comfort Two drinks are enough Money can't buy courage Riches mean nothing to us Brilliant, a display of genius |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro: Raekwon the Chef
[Can it be that it was all so simple then] KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick Nineteen ninety three exoticness KnowhatI'msayin, let's get technical Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight Yo!! Verse One: Started off on the island, AK Shaolin Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now Rae gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey If niggas know the half is behind me Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout Pushin the big joint from down South So if you're filthy stacked up Betta watch ya back and duck Cause these fiends they got it cracked up Now my man from up north, now he got the law It's solid as a rock and crazy salt No jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!) And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop I pointed a gat at his mother's knot (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! <gun shots>) Fuck that <Chorus> <Raekwon> Dedicated to the winners and the losers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to MPV's phat! (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Nigguh, yeah, yeah! Verse Two: Ghostface Killer Yo! Kickin the fly cliches Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day Though I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hangin on my living room wall My first joint, and it went gold I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade Plus the spot light Gettin my dick rubbed all night I wanna have me a phat yacht And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops But for now, it just a big dream Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen My thoughts must be relaxed Be able to maintain Cause times is changed and life is strange The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad Yo, mad lives is up for grabs Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes Receivin all types of calls from upstate Yo, I can't cope with the pressure Settlin for lesser The god left lessons on my dresser So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way Continue to make hits with Rae and A Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime [Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga Word up It's on like that] [Can it be that it was all so simple then] |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
Intro: Raekwon [Ghostface Killah] {Skinny Lookin Big Headed Nigga}
Right here, low side, hold up, let me go talk to this cat Yo kid, what up Starks what up? Yo [sup baby?] I just seen this kid over there right over there by your buildin and shit I know he down with your team [who?] I don't know, some skinny lookin, big headed nigga [ain't makin no fuckin sales though...] Yo son, i just seen 5 fiends around 'a nigga, son! [fuck it, we gotta go] Fuck it, let's go over there I'm a show you this nigga Hold up hold up {Deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck--} Here he go right there {hold up} [that cat?] word up [aiyo kid, what the fuck is you doin man?] {what the fuck you talkin to?] i'm talkin to you [I'm talkin to you] {Ain't talkin to me?} [open your hand, what the fuck is that in your hand? man] What *smack* come here, come here [my shit, my shit] [grab that nigga] *5 shots* [Oh shit, I'm here son] Damn son! Bleedin son [grab this, take this, im goin up in the god's house Before the cops come] I'mma throw this shit away [go head, fuck that, 17] [Niggas try to assasinate...] It's the remix Son Can it be, act like you know Check it [Ghostface Killah] Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom I hung around the big time bosses Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped and got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me? I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga [Chorus: both] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?} Dedicated to the Gods and Earths Dedicated to babies who came feet first Dedicated to Up North and down state Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights Dedicated to projects with black kids Dedicated to man who build pyramids [Raekwon] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin Old folks scream : stop the violence! True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz Playin nuff crap games for what see? Back in days, crime pays in mad ways Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz Mad 10's with mad diamonds Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife I paid the price throughout my hood life Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid God forbid I lay in the casket But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke I wash my mouth out with soap And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better and fat leather, so whatever, bring it on *Can it be that it was all so simple then* repeated Outro: Raekwon [Ghostface Killah] Murderous material stacked up Peace to Mazes [for real] Meditatin on life Go, word up y'all Crazy fly, dedication, to my people's word up Peace to all my brothers that I ain't gon' see no more Peace to brothers on the Island, Up North [straight up, love this boy, on like that] Word up, peace to man, woman and child Word up [cover baby] Projects people one love Keep ya head clear, we outta here Movin silence, bad boys Creatin the murderous stacks for ya head peace [bald heads, for real though] Glows Style Yo, fly chick It's the remix yo For real The real side The RZA! Check it Razor Blade sharp Peace to the Clan No other producer can compare boy Word up, bring it, the battle, the beats all types of shit For real ya |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - The W (2000)
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son?
Damn.. nigga got fucked, shit, huh?! By his back, watch nigga run Seven the center of your eight point sun Hold tight grip on the +God-U..Now+ you best be careful! Can't dodge two (??) aimed at your domepiece +Father-U-C-King+ police!! Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Yo Rae it's been a long time son since we bust Gunclap +Glaciers+, ran the world and snatched paper Return to the 36th Chamber Proceed with caution as you enter We have an A.P.B., on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Masta!! Yo somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG.. Up in the boss game wildin, money for grabs I ain't fuckin with crabs, out of state copped two labs Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave. Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dough rehab Tryin to re-up, keep my feet up Snake niggaz in the cut, hold the product Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust Niggaz you can't trust, dealin with lust Seen him at the ballgames with James Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} These are the bones, bones from the grave of Houdini G-Deini, razoni noodles sprinkled on your embry' Climb like the deficit, profits, death threats to Israel slid through Bethlehem bong on one wheel Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's Granddaddy Caddy was coppin 6 G's Begosh all that Oshkosh jumpers Pink Champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall bumpers These (??) camera guys, cause, turn your eyes Sweat on the hammer fly, ways, of the Samurai Newsflash bulletin, Gods on the prowl We full again, ruff men scuff Timbs Sonic bionic lens, RZA console Is it Bush or the Dole, front row of the superbowl Black gold in my soul, on a hoe stroll Don't go boy you on parole you don't know? Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Made 'em throw they hands up, but then lay flat Rat pack eat up, the average alley cat Prepare for the impact when we contact Known to drop backs that crack your hard hat Must I show and prove, trust I, bust I Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the buggy-I Benz Who contends, Wu like the Superfriends Who's your rhymin hero? Wu-Tang rules again Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Yo somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG.. Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
[Conversation]:
Stop touching the fucking door man You so fucking paranoid man What's the matter wit' you man? It's like a nigga could write for hours And get real theatrical wit' this, Understand? Tellin' you kid, I got stripes when it comes to this right here, y'all know my repertoire It's dangerous, and the cats I roll wit' is dangerous And they ain't your regular average cats Here we go.. Verse 1: Aiyyo, It's all elegance He spoke third power style high intelligence A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch 3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates I mean creaming, Selling these cakes in slabs like Lanolakes Fiends beaming, steaming Associated wit' names and demons All apparent reasons We live here the gate blew in a year Sorta like time share where crime Sport it like I shine yeah, Rainbow dough was the emmo So many flavours yo, Buy your neighbour off underwater vault Then I met him, Colombian name Flako Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco Wristwatch Fachera Costanti, nigga dead up Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up Had a black wiz spoke German Higher learning burning Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge Lost her arm, shot wid a AK up in the south Paramedics rocked her, Said she had connections out Anartica Barrels of juices from Florida Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin Out in Club Med butt ass layin' like she dead Wise guys fell for her ambiance Pull it together, black renassaince Queen Elizabeth aunt Crazy swift Cristal murderer Guzzle the shit like she dying kid Showing off her diamond Flashbacks now it's me and him again Last word I caught 'Put your money in we could have the shit bumpin' That's federalo music I caught the glimpse from the bitch When she winched yeah Santa a grinch She blinked twitched her nose then froze Check your Rolls by the blow It's time to roll nigga let's go I thought about it Broke the money down What's the total count it, No count it over in the mix Day going slower, Nope not time to motor He estimated over me not being a crook Count it over Yo only on the strength of my man We ain't hit him wid the strong hand Gun him down leave him out in flatlands He backhand smacked her Threw her on the table jacked her I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after Police knocked on the door Looked out the window of my room As your, nigga yeah that's yours He opened up the door this nigga wildin' His bitch is in shock Start smiling and speaking on Valen Yo wisen up bitch this from the rich Immobilize the game get your name right Envelope came hype Regards from the mayor you hype Fuck right, lets fuck this money up And get large and blow outta sight Wise niggas wake up Dead niggas lose Who you gon' choose Me or him You a fool Pay attention Fuck around meet the tension See you in the next dimension y'all niggas didn't listen (Repeat x3) |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
[Conversation]:
Stop touching the fucking door man You so fucking paranoid man What's the matter wit' you man? It's like a nigga could write for hours And get real theatrical wit' this, Understand? Tellin' you kid, I got stripes when it comes to this right here, y'all know my repertoire It's dangerous, and the cats I roll wit' is dangerous And they ain't your regular average cats Here we go.. Verse 1: Aiyyo, It's all elegance He spoke third power style high intelligence A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch 3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates I mean creaming, Selling these cakes in slabs like Lanolakes Fiends beaming, steaming Associated wit' names and demons All apparent reasons We live here the gate blew in a year Sorta like time share where crime Sport it like I shine yeah, Rainbow dough was the emmo So many flavours yo, Buy your neighbour off underwater vault Then I met him, Colombian name Flako Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco Wristwatch Fachera Costanti, nigga dead up Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up Had a black wiz spoke German Higher learning burning Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge Lost her arm, shot wid a AK up in the south Paramedics rocked her, Said she had connections out Anartica Barrels of juices from Florida Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin Out in Club Med butt ass layin' like she dead Wise guys fell for her ambiance Pull it together, black renassaince Queen Elizabeth aunt Crazy swift Cristal murderer Guzzle the shit like she dying kid Showing off her diamond Flashbacks now it's me and him again Last word I caught 'Put your money in we could have the shit bumpin' That's federalo music I caught the glimpse from the bitch When she winched yeah Santa a grinch She blinked twitched her nose then froze Check your Rolls by the blow It's time to roll nigga let's go I thought about it Broke the money down What's the total count it, No count it over in the mix Day going slower, Nope not time to motor He estimated over me not being a crook Count it over Yo only on the strength of my man We ain't hit him wid the strong hand Gun him down leave him out in flatlands He backhand smacked her Threw her on the table jacked her I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after Police knocked on the door Looked out the window of my room As your, nigga yeah that's yours He opened up the door this nigga wildin' His bitch is in shock Start smiling and speaking on Valen Yo wisen up bitch this from the rich Immobilize the game get your name right Envelope came hype Regards from the mayor you hype Fuck right, lets fuck this money up And get large and blow outta sight Wise niggas wake up Dead niggas lose Who you gon' choose Me or him You a fool Pay attention Fuck around meet the tension See you in the next dimension y'all niggas didn't listen (Repeat x3) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
(Raekwon)
Shake them niggaz Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz To Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only Grady with the gray beard, transport for him Rockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin that Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks Rich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat At the Purple Haze spot (Method Man) I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh When we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron That's somethin niggaz can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency Of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery Out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains (I feel the same way you niggaz feelin) We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known) (*Together*) What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money (Ghostface) Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey Blazin that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, ass no trousers This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style Before he left he flashin his face like Denzel Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughin God you see how he was laid out, in the grass With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posin like he rappin out... |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Raekwon)
Shake them niggaz Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz To Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only Grady with the gray beard, transport for him Rockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin that Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks Rich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat At the Purple Haze spot (Method Man) I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh When we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron That's somethin niggaz can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency Of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery Out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains (I feel the same way you niggaz feelin) We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known) (*Together*) What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money (Ghostface) Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey Blazin that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, ass no trousers This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style Before he left he flashin his face like Denzel Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughin God you see how he was laid out, in the grass With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posin like he rappin out... |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...pt.2 (2009)
[Intro]
Where is he? Concentrating on the job Don't disturb the Doctor Yeah Word up Who said we ain't the definition of exclusive shit? Real rap, you know? Yeah, this is multi-expensive rap here brother Word up Time to recreate the power You know what it is man Nothing but gangsta shit baby Let's go Doc I need that prescription Ey yo (ey yo) [Verse 1 Raekwon The Chef] I grew up on the foul side Nickel-bag valcyte Purple tops, two for fives I had seven grams Outside with my eleven mans On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands Running up and down fire-escapes, narcs coming Jump in the window let your Nikes fly, hide the flakes Guess up in the hill it was real to me What a nigga woulda did if you steal from me All my life around drug niggas villains who want millions Niggas with them hoodies on with teks in the building Mad fiends, bags and green, Gillette razors, fly neighbors All our blazers designer jeans That's why we live (yup) Niggas need shit in their crib Go broke, you go and rope you a Vick It's just full-time stragglers Niggas try to take your place And smile in your face But still in all backstabbers [Chorus Lyfe Jennings] I'm just trying to get on Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm gone And nigga that ain't cologne It's the smell of this money I'm just trying to get home Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up I don't know when the toilet gonna back up And put me in some shit that I can't get out of [Verse 2 Raekwon The Chef] Come on Bags of money Trying to stay rich and fly Keep it cool, silks and dungarees Krug glasses and food Grilled salmon, trying to make a move Those who knowing they be dapping they dudes How it do blow a lot of crews stay in the cut Pacing from here to LA and Hawaii and Cuba Blue new oozie too serial numbers is braille So when you rub against it feel on (?) Now I'm with some special niggas, next level niggas With rubber bezels who drive Exeleros with jewels (?) boots on, olive goose, calamari soups And noodles that spell out "Yall niggas the truth" What it is baby boy, reclining in a big Benz lazyboy Endsed up, lenses on, Chips Ahoy Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue And cock-block but can't stop the official [Chorus Lyfe Jennings] I'm just trying to get on Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm gone And nigga that ain't cologne It's the smell of this money I'm just trying to get home Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up I don't know when the toilet gonna bck up And put me in some shit that I can't get out of |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Hook: Madame D]
Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started Choclate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded [Intro: 12 O'Clock (RZA)] (Bob Digi) Sun Zeini (P. Sunn) 12 O'Clock Two On Da Road on this (12 O'Clock) I love my brother to death (That old hip-hop, catch this) (Hot Nix', you know? Big tits) [12 O'Clock] I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest A bitch named Celeste I met her when I was goin to cash a Def Jam check She had some big ass breasts I had to catch her like a shortstop on the Mets A nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best Remember grandmother live on Louis and Lex I remember Dirt Dog crashed his white Lex I remember me and Meth won a dice game against Ghost and Deck Remember Portland had Clyde Drex' Remember 12 O'Clock is a vet Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep, keep 'em on a leash I move like days in a week Niggaz don't know the face and names on my teeth Niggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the heat Ain't scared of the motherfuckin police [RZA] Yo, yo Guns jammed up, I'm cramed up in my lab Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic And two niggaz hooked on pussy And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons And learned how operate the Smith and the Wesson Still cut class and played hookey Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave 'em nookies Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks Big forehead, had ears like Spock He was mightier than a truckload of gats And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat [Raekwon] What up kid? Stay livin Seen you look good, you look live in ya linen And you survived ninth innin The hood got us off the prop without women All my niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this [Madame D] Ain't nothin but the real, yeah Ain't nothin but the real Ain't nothin but the real, yeah Million dollar deals, rollin on Chrome Wheels [Prodical] Yeah, uh-huh, yeah (Ain't nothin but the real) This one's on P. Sunn, word up? Yeah, uh-huh We gamble the dice, remain humble, scramble through the jungle of life While the we rumble with the foul and trife Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice Made men think twice about the sacrifice Black on white, write it for the world to hear Write it for my fam who not here who do care Glance and stare, why when you can't compare? From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hair Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare Bass and drums, see my face in the slums Pedia Brown, media surround my sound When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound Sample with black, criminal, mechanical rap Assemblin hat, laced in a suit from Phat Two On Da Road, got them bitches screamin, "Who Dat?" Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that [Hook] [Madame D] Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital He's a gangsta, yeah No, no, no, no, no, no Live it up, live it up Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no [Hook] [Outro: Prodical *over Madame D's singing*] Bang us in ya Jeeps Shaolin! Bobby Digital Uh-huh, Sunn who? Yeah Haha! Yeah! Get that money y'all Get that money y'all Get that money y'all Shout in pain Uh-huh, yeah Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazin |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Up from the 36 Chambers...
Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* Hehheheh Wu-Tang Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple The Brand White K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin man Wise the Civilized The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron Comin down from the motherfuckin South end of things Killa beez all over your fuckin planet Thirty-six chambers of death Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles Choppin off your motherfuckin dome... ...peace, and every fuckin borough Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island The motherfuckin Bronx, killa beez.... The sword? C'mon, give him the sword *Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Now hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to... The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical Fuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald -- -- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow and shine shine shine like gold mine Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine Pass the bone, kid pass the bone Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA One who just represent the Wu-Tang click With the game and soul, of an old school flick Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids so stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin own I'll hang your ass with this microphone Make way for the merge of traffic Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets God squad that's mad hard to serve Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves *Repeat The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!" Your wack ass town had you gassed Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid? Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow You become so Pat as my style increases What's that in your pants ahhh human feces! Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter And my DJ the catcher, he's my man Anyway he's the one who devised the plan He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue You can't FUCK with those in the major leagues *Repeat (x2) Hoods on the right Punks in the back... to what Niggaz on the left Hoods on the right Punks in the back, c'mon... to what ...let your feet stomp ...brag shit to death ...wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to Clan in da front, let your feet stomp |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
Up from the 36 Chambers
Heheh, it's the Ghost Face Killahh Wu-Tang Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, you-God Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple The Brand White K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah, better known as the Yin and the Yang The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin' through Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of things Killa beez all over your fuckin' planet Thirty-six chambers of death Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles Choppin' off your motherfuckin' dome Peace, and every fuckin' borough Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island The motherfuckin' Bronx, killa beez The sword? C'mon, give him the sword [Chorus] Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Now hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical Fuckin' wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald- Ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow 'cause the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow And shine shine shine like gold mine Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine Pass the bone, kid pass the bone Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA One who just represent the Wu-Tang click With the game and soul, of an old school flick Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids So stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin' own I'll hang your ass with this microphone Make way for the merge of traffic Wu-Tang's comin' through with Full Metal Jackets God squad that's mad hard to serve Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves [Chorus] The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!" Your wack ass town had you gassed Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush Souped up niggas on a stage get rushed I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid? 'cause I don't know ya therefore show me what you know I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow You become so Pat as my style increases What's that in your pants ah human feces! Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper Next time come strapped with a fuckin' Pamper How ya sound be |
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from Raekwon - The Lex Diamond Story (2003)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah Word up, blip blip blap blap blap What up? [Hook x2: Polite] Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go [Raekwon] Aiyo Clientele Kidd Layin in the crib gettin' ill money, those who 8 hours get gig Got rugby's on and 4/5ths Attractin' them niggaz I go against, the money was his One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons'll watch Then four minutes later they burgulars I heard from the grapevine mine made it Elevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game went up And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics Go against it and it's instant vendettas He run things, gun down Kings, check the joint the kid flyin' in Crib in Africa with two lions Somethin' like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions Came back wrapped it up, too sweet The game is missin' somethin' unique I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep [Chorus x2: Polite] CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin' CHEF! He gave why'all niggaz bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' [Fat Joe] Yeah uh Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti Just waitin' for Rae to give met he cue and you see about 100 Puerto Rican niggaz shootin' Get down, lay down, we don't play around I don't know what you heard but, we don't play around It's cooked coke, but look, but what the fuck happened? How you leave the dope game to pursue rappin'? Already knowin' that ya shit was trash Breathin' hard on the mic when yo' click is ass All we tryin' to do is bring dignity to rap And you kiddin' me? I'm literally the epitome of that Uh, we much better than why'all, Terre-error the Squad My niggaz set it when we get in the yard Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock Straight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon' drop What? [Chorus x2] [Ghostface Killah] Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah) Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act up Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah) And he pleadin' for mercy, bleedin' from his dome and he thirsty The first week we made him eat shit! Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch Made him watch me on the couch havin' fun with his kids So what hurts more: is it me showin' love to ya fam? Or you in the box laid under the floor? Or keep you alive blow torchin' ya balls? My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface walls Not even Ajax can clean that, Jack We need that maintenace man shit that kill that greasy blood on contact Finish you off 'cause I'm pressed for time Your man and 'em will be next to die Mothafucka! [Chorus x2] [Hook x4] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - The W (2000)
Yeah
Huh, huh Yeah Fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that... Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherfuckin bullets for niggas and shit Knowhatimsayin? I feel you my nigga Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that I'm diggin it Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up Knowhatimsayin? Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin? Tired of takin motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that I'm diggin it Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up Knowhatimsayin ? * MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur... [4X] Yeah, yeah Wu-Tang Clan Big Snoop D O double G Somethin for the 2000 Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater Be the elevator, pussy eater Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em Old Dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated For 29 years, no educated High caded, cuz you kept it checkmated What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what All you niggas I'm puttin you in your place Mr. No-Meaner, pussy ho-beater I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin with my vita Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em This negro right here pimps hoes I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose It just so happens I'm the nigga that she chose I flows above the rest, mos' def' Got you shakin yo' ass, and you throwin up yo' set Whatever you do, you keepin it true Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew Oooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckers It's a dog day afternoon The Clan go bang, and the bang go boom How you love it, how you like it, and how you get it Do that damn thing and quit buillshittin wit it MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur (say what) MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur * Repeat yeah, yeah... Yeah, pump that shit, testin Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas y'all To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all On my flow y'all niggas don't know y'all You see my style calm but wild You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes The eightball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed I wreck emcees whether I'm last or first What, what, what, what, hazardous dart Visual long forgotten art That fell apart, til the blood ran from the heart Pump through the street, Rza make re-break beats Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank Wu niggas rollin, throwin the first rap slogan Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military clothin' Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many With the wisdom, power of, science from experts Self applyin, that put giants in the network The compact disc and televised live cults Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide note Yes, what, what Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop You keep on, til the break o dawn Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
(feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon)
[Intro: DJ Clue (Raekwon)] Word up, word up New shit.. Raekwon.. Ghostface (Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..) CREAM.. 2001 (Who you? Who you?) Fetch out.. my nigga RZA (Yea.. yea.. yea..) WHAAAAAAAT? [Raekwon] That's right.. My nigga Clueminatti fuckin wit the intro, to murder somebody We cheque-cash niggas wit four fingers on 'em Callin the Lord, "Help me!", that's us Thrustin through ya hood wit the dust (HOOOOO!) Lord have mercy, niggas look thirsty, yo End the swine, meet the inventor, plus the winter It's mine, gasoline jump, just spiked gloves, nines Watch my wave push, one chain faded out Racin to Spain, half a million dollars in Boyd Willy Aims, slap bop top of ya glocks, plus black Reebox Rockin real nigga shit, callin me Pops Golden pro', kitchen designer shit Chinchilla blankets, H. Winston anklets on Drug dealer banquets, hands out, fire when we spit (Haha) The position is lit, drop fifty out a blimp Roast ya ornaments, Super Bowl ring on each finger Gettin fly, might linger, those of you ride So let the lye sprinkle yo [Chorus x2: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)] Yo we put together like CREAM Matter of fact like a Jamaican team Sprangler stats, hatin like Mitch Green Off the wall auction that dumb out (We organize exortions) Burn niggas labels down, frostin 'em [Ghostface Killah] Eh-yo, how you like two Ac's? Max in the trunk, lookin real dumb Eighty-eight paper and our nose is numb Prayed over Marvin Gaye's grave He said Ghost, "Pop merked me at an early age Hit ninety in the back of me days" There's supreme fingers all on my dick Loved the way I sung the Cherells "Mercy, mercy, son", made 'em cum I wrote songs for the people Verses that'll make Nixon resign You can do the same thing with rhymes "I swear Ghost is doobie, just imagine" Check out what I started Who's the first to rock 'fros with out a part in it? Featherhats partin it, Gladys was the baddest, she wore a six Pretty-ass foot with an arch in it Big cars, slammin eight-tracks, slammin tracks King died in sixty-five, Motown cried Saw a tear drop from Stevie's eyes Fogged out glasses The plan was to bring together all the masses [Chorus x2] [Break: DJ Clue *during chorus*] DJ Clue.. Desert Storm Fetch out.. Rip Right Loud Records, Steve Rifkin, Epic CLUE! [Raekwon] Money Mohammed Ali niggas who keep clean sneakers on Beef and take niggas eats, streets brought all my features Temped to clog bed rallies, imagine only seventeen wildin Who spent thousand on 'em Ballies? Now I'm just lampin, just stylin out in Cali Actin like raw is the mission, mission is to slap 'em Bang jars, movin in psalms, manipulatin my accountant Relaxin like.. blacks get jobs Slangin in bangles y'all, chillin from all angles Don rock more thank you's, gettin my shit washed Elevator music, Rolex doors with thirty-seven whores Countin the paper, takin y'all to walls [Chorus x2] [Outro: DJ Clue] DJ Clue.. Desert Storm The Professional, Pt. 2 Stupid! Fetch out.. Dame Dash My nigga Jigga, Big Harper You know how we do things, word up |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
[movie sample from 'Scarface']
'I told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey not to FUCK ME.' 'Hey hey, who the FUCK you think you goin for huh??!' 'Who the fuck you think I am your fuckin dough-boy?' 'You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war, OK?' Intro: Raekwon Comin up on half a mil, we build Get real God, taking you on another one Son Uhh, Julio Igleasias Makin CREAM like that nigga [Ghostface Killah] Yo, first of all son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences The ninth chamber, nigga trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!) No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause CASH RULES Everything around me black as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God degree Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback chain reaction [Raekwon] Mace them niggas son... AK's black bust back like seventy Macs I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black Ron G, you know he coincide with me see Marvelous, Menace fo' Society But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose Phonograph hip-hop put me on top 'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot The Witty Unpredictable live shit, drive by shit Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit And then you know I'm runnin through the penal foul Four-toothed child was wild The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it One love kid, no I'm not doin a bid Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got stuck, and the nigga chain was truck Yo fuck that, Criminology rap Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac Nigga... bring it! Yeah Much love go to New York City All my Tommy Hil ice rockin niggaz |
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from Method Man, Ghostface Killah - Wu-Massacre (2010)
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo Let me go in there one more time and air these niggas out For old times sake, you know how we do, my nig' Old times sake, just for me, man, one more time, I'm begging you Let me just go in, and just fly on these niggas heads, man It's what I'm talking about [Ghostface Killah:] It's like a body in a project hallway, who did it? Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ich That's my word, it could never be me You see the deer head on the living room wall, like his neck fell off That can be all sculptured and glazed with gloss Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call Snake niggas slither all in the glass house, racial slurs When it's time to go to war, they cash out Throw 'em in the rear-naked choke, they tap out Niggas try to surround the kid, I backed out And threw two rocks at 'em, watching the ho drop I'm from a place where we locking the low glocks Yellowtape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocks Got the towels up in the air, it's so hot Talking bout Staten Island, profiling Switchblade city, the goons is wilding Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent And we don't want the fifth of 'yac, we want the gallon ['Scarface' sample:] What you think I'm a fucking worm like you? I told you, man - [Method Man:] Vacate black, bust gats, wherever we at You all that, hit 'em in the chest, we fall back I got mines, nigga, where yours at? We call that, raw rap, got fiends in front of my door mat That Witty Unpredictable fly shit, drive-by shit These the niggas I ride with And we gon' get cake, ya'll, as soon as this pie split Smacking up the dry snitch, nigga, you my bitch Somebody put Tical on, matter fact, put Tical on One suuu, Staten Isle on 'em I bank roll, I break codes, and I ain't trynna catch another case, case closed Give me my crown, cause I deserve it, real dudes giving me pounds But not too close though, the semis'll round Bitches, running they mouth, goons, running your gate My team running the block, cops running my plates Well fuck that, Criminology rap Niggas hate, I hate back, floating in the flyest Maybach, nigga |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
[Wu-Tang movie dialogue]
The game of chess, is like a swordfight You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible Verse One: U-God Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains Verse Two: Inspectah Deck Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers Chorus: Method Man My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm cherry bombin shits... BOOM Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa Chorus Verse Five: Ghostface Killah Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son [Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!] Verse Six: Masta Killa Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER Chorus |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
<i>[Wu-Tang movie dialogue]</i>
The game of chess, is like a swordfight You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible <i>[Verse One: U-God]</i> Raw I'm gonna give it to you, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains <i>[Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]</i> Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is coming through with nuff niggas and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweating, stressing, contesting you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggas are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrolling niggas like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver driving, there's no surviving <i>[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef]</i> Rough like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and you're the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealing styles in phat stacks I've only been a good nigga for a minute though 'cause I got to get my props, and win it you I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eating beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got forty niggas up in here now, who kill niggas fathers <i>[Chorus: Method Man]</i> My peoples are you with me, where you at? In the front, in the back killer-bees on attack my people are you with me, where you at? Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats <i>[Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard]</i> Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low.. I'm cherry bombing shits... BOOM Just warming up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happening Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clapping and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be somebody! Grab the microphone go straight to the phone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff tough rough, kicking rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes coming raw style, hardcore Niggas be coming to the hip-hop store Coming to buy grocery from me Trying to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe getting low with his flow Introducing, the Ghost..face.. Killer!! No one could get iller <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse Five: Ghostface Killah]</i> Speaking of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and you're I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kicking that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I was hitting like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flipping and tripping Niggas is jetting I'm licking off son (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!) <i>[Verse Six: Masta Killa]</i> Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture coming at you We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzing the victim You scream as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Moving on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKING CONTENDER <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Method Man, Ghostface Killah - Wu-Massacre (2010)
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[Featuring Street Life] [Method Man] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now Its goin down One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby Shaolin what? Come on come on HA! Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace I take it to the street Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is this thing on? Send em to the children of the corn we the people See, niggaz through the eye of the demon My lethal injection, destroyin evil Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol Aimin at your brain tissue, do or die Said the spider to the fly Could this one be tasty Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten In the rotten apple I kick dirt on the sand castle Check the flavor all natural (Beat your feet) Hot Niks son (E-mizer) Before you get the main course (Taste a appetizer) Submerged in the word Heavy headed verbal Smack you, mentally disturb you attack you Thirty-six chamb once again comin at you Young gun got the body snatch you observe Yo eyes work you can only see through the third Eyeball baby Im the norm on the bird To shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on Track yellin at me get yo arrow god Victory is hard Regardless to whom or what They all get retard its a law Runnin through a house and your block party, we wreck-tion And Hot rock the body body, St. Bernards Couldnt save your enterrage plat lobotamy Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly Dumb deaf and blind is it I keep your spine out the battery pack spark it with mine keep it movin Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings) What the fuck? Peace - who this? [Streetlife] Mind detect mind A P.L.O. da startin line Deep Space Nine Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs Lets converse snatch the tap from your purse Body-surf on the verse head first Peeped your feet bitch straight beat you know wit the heat And you spazzed out spittin out teeth aint nothin please Big boys dont destroy blunt is so pop stare on 50 men convoy, spends to wear the big toy Rumble through the wasteland my hands on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronize minds combine thoughts that motivate Dont perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide mission Crime vision finger itchin from a scope-view position Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down [Method Man] Yo Keep ya eyes open Love potion number nine poetry in motion Knowledge me the seventh sign Scold it canivin Infiltrate is most of mine Play em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine Push and get shoved what the fuck gods thinkin of Comin in the club wit that screw face, actin up Is we men or mice, bad moon risin We wild for the night Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz-a Thats what happened when frontin on this Shaol brotha Island of Staten we in here no fear Assault wit intent To kill your whole regiment its real Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun Tear apart something you dont want it then dont start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly Handle my B-I camouflauge like G.I. Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life thats the life Everybody cant afford ice in the struggle Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle (Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh) Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief Motherfuck |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
The nigga had a pair of Air Olden Polynice's on Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christen Slaters Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggaz Rockin' the latest in Ben Stillaways Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggaz Now that's a money thing Yo yo [Hook: Inspectah Deck *singing*] I was +Dashing+ through the hood Eighteens with the whip, smoke gray Leavin' skid marks on five-oh, smokin' all the way Hahaha! With my all-star team, bitches see our shine Yo son we gotta make that +CREAM+ whether raps or Nixon times [Inspectah Deck] They call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body Dinali Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy I'll probably splash her tonight, don't block Sippin' on Lime Bacardi got me toxy Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti Snatch the +CREAM+, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni like I'm still coppin' big eights from papi Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the body But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to knock me I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head like a natty dread then call myself Collar Ratsi Professionally trained, I am for your artery I give the autographs but charge for photography Not hardly kid, you awkward Godbody You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock Wallys Spark the brocolli, spaz off this ghetto opery Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya posse Seen.. [Chorus x4: Inspectah Deck] Come, come, come One for the dough, son Give me the reasons [GZA] They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on Sunday? While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay Mere fact that the track was a fierce counterattack All those who couldn't multiply were sent back No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the heart Tainted the heart of an empire, was torn apart Brought to a halt from a front full assault The chemist left the lab with undetermined results They saw the swordsman sift electrical volts The audience threw nuts with loose screws and bolts The archives automatically changed ya stiff vibes It was layin' in the zip drive from chest five [Chorus x4] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Masta Killa]
As we return, to the 36 Chambers The RZA, the GZA The Ol Dirty BZA U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure Don't forget about the Masta, yo Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt Your stamina level is low, like currents from the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded by this total square mileage of violence that I brung I've not yet begun to stung It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods of the Abbott, incite overseas to opposition Penetrates then infiltrates Breakin down your resistance Leavin competition defenseless, Masta Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer [U-God] Psssh, yo Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke Face the inferno, maestro, pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger See me on the streets address me stone bringer Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in sweet action packed rap Bite it, stomp on a beat Posess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses [RZA] Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like a nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar At the speed of wind makes you bleed within Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal [Method] Home on the range, rebel with a pen writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in [RZA] The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya I ain't gotta life one fuckin finga Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer We duckin the subpeona Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina [INS] Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes [duo] through your fuckin speaker [U-God] Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters [GZA] Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua [Method] Things'll never be the same, after this one Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one Recognize the Gods came, for one accord For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son Play them crows out position You might hear me but you don't listen Competition come and get some on Red marker still bleedin, through the paper of his sick premeditated, murder caper [Street Life] I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed Y'all niggaz can't FUCK with us [Ghostface] Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin me Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind It's like, stalkin through your airport *BZZZZZZT* with a chunky nine [Street Life] The undervolt Staten New York Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court (Method: One time) It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced by the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape These crime situations, I stay in man formation And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
(feat. Street Life)
(Masta Killa) As we return, to the 36 Chambers The RZA, the GZA The Ol Dirty BZA U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure Don't forget about the Masta, yo Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt Your stamina level is low, like currents from the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded by this total square mileage of violence that I brung I've not yet begun to stung It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods of the Abbott, incite overseas to opposition Penetrates then infiltrates Breakin down your resistance Leavin competition defenseless, Masta Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer (U-God) Psssh, yo Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke Face the inferno, maestro, pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger See me on the streets address me stone bringer Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in sweet action packed rap Bite it, stomp on a beat Posess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses (RZA) Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like a nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar At the speed of wind makes you bleed within Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal (Method) Home on the range, rebel with a pen writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in (RZA) The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya I ain't gotta lift one fuckin finga Make sure the God I-reef turns on the ringer, we duckin the subpeona Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina (MK) Check the 150 millimeter heater as it blows holes through your fuckin speaker (U-God) Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters (GZA) Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua (Method) Things'll never be the same, after this one Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one Recognize the Gods came, for one accord For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son Play them crows out position You might hear me but you don't listen Competition come and get some on Red marker still bleedin, through the paper of his sick premeditated, murder caper (Street Life) I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed Y'all niggaz can't FUCK with us (Ghostface) Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin me Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind It's like, stalkin through your airport *BZZZZZZT* with a chunky nine (Street Life) The undervolt Staten New York Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court (Method: One time) It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced by the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape These crime situations, I stay in man formation And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - The W (2000)
Yo, this is a Wu-Banger two thousand and one noise maker
off the hook guerilla anthem This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way And I'll smack the shit outta ANY OF YOU DJ's that front on this shit.. think I'm playin? *I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs, do you really? I heard y'all niggas like to bang bang, do you really? I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs, do you really? I heard y'all niggas like to bang bang, do you really? I never been a fan of the fame, I got love for the game Never lust for the dames, I got dust in my veins Little off in the brain, kid talks butter slang Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane Spent a lot of dough, it's so hard to explain And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the name Wu-Tang, see me at the next, X Winter Games Snowboardin down a ski range, it's a blue and grey frame Keep, pointin the finger, I'm that nigga to blame The main reason why you tuck the chain Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain And I'm leavin the rap game the same way I came Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat Little Meth got my back, so do Pinky Fat-Fat Let me hit that {*inhale*} contact, learn how to act Before you bring that drama the end; I'll fade to black Positive, hate kids who tell me lies Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy Got nine lives, nine wives that don't listen Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin Wu limited edition - hot off the presses I guess it's, curtains for competition Method, runnin 'em out, gun in my mouth The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house After midnight, eatin MC's, change to a gremlin You tremblin, behind the Kremlin wall, surrenderin That's what you get for Russian/rushin, in the direction I was bustin Polish your sword, your shit is rustin *Repeat One-two Testin, testin, mic check wreckin Steps into the session Automatic weapon off safety, don't play me But brings all them things with silencers My clan is liver than your average '85er Strive to stay alive I play for keeps in the streets Cause it's real on the battlefield Shells hit the ground from the steel Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind Words combine when I rhyme to feed the blind Prepare my queen for battle and walk down I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance Gave word bond, sword silence Me in military fatigues, bulletproof underneath Buy enough ammunition to round and sweep the streets of Brooklyn, central, sugar-whipped the rental while I'm lickin out the window at y'all, fuck y'all *Repeat Yo, we thrive on street life, we strive to eat right They blind and need sight, we tried to be nice They talk the small talk, we walk the long walk We lost, they all thought, they forced to fall short We rock for hard rocks, rocked the hot blocks Shop and cop rocks, watch the top notch in action Begin to make your head spin Wu Tang my breddren, we bang like veterans They paid for record spins, taste the medicine Or face the double M, we came to trouble them Hustle them for they 20 mill' then buckle them 'Nuff to spin out the blue, bitches lovin them Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten Stumblin thug passions, it must've been *Repeat (x2) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
All y'all bitches put your naps together And all you niggaz put your dicks together, bitch (Ol Dirty starts singing) Hoeeeee! Yah ha heh De, hayyyy! Ah ha he hay De, haaaaa! Errr hah hahhhr Haaaaaaaah He hawww, heahh She flew in like calm breeze Tall brown skin her weave like palm trees I went coconuts Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch! Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup Don't invite me I tear the fuck down White ones cut my toupee! Seventh day rester, or scream play I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass Bullet him, get him fast Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash The dog piss on MC's like trees Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese (Ol Dirty sings again) Hoeeeeee! Yeah, hayyyy! Dedicated to all you bitch ass niggaz De, haaaaa And you bitch ass niggarettes Bitch! Hoeeeeee! Motherfuckers! [RZA] Let that bitch go! Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH the Ol Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight Hoeeeeee! [Method] Stankin ass hoes! You're the type of bitch don't appreciate sheeeit Never had sheeeit, so you won't be sheeeeit That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down *SLURP, SLURP* I'm Doo Doo Brown! Hehahahaha Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones in the backyard, of someone else's house Ol Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass That means hoe, you been shit-ted on! I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn (crazy drunken ass ODB singin again) Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa Hoe, ohhaowwohh! Hoeeeee, de heyyyy (This is dedicated to all y'all bitches) De, haaaahhhh Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa Ahahaahaaah Fuck y'all |
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