the peeps from Miami We live from Pulaski and spread glassy Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang sytle Wu-Tang sytle, Wu-Tang sytle Wu-Tang sytle, Wu-Tang sytle ...
, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's
gonna do it like this Anytime you're ready, check it I got seven mack 11's, about eight 38's Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends You can't
the prophecy of the Wu-Tang, of the Wu-Tang Reunited, another LP, we're all excited That reckless eyeballing will get your girl indicted My touch like Midas, I cramp your
That's mind body and spirit, a 120 degrees a piece We gon' break it down into simple terms That's nine nigga nine, highest level of change It's too many
they ain't ready for it) Lyrical threat Representing wu-tang Slang, ninety-five Hittin it live You know what time it is Blessed with the art rhymes that's
-fire with Wu-Tang School y'all, Wu-Tang all in your poontang Bullies of the block knock, gun in your face Run in your house, tie you up and run in your
tomorrow never dies, But he forgot to tell you 'you can'. You can have a sicker clan than Wu-Tang, But when your time's up, that's it, it's you fam.
how to get your thing together [ghostface] I'm like spider-man's fifth brohter up in the clan Drop like crap's that's scattered all up in ya van Skelly
the Land and Allah, it's like that Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight hats Corners, stay surrounded
your step, kid, watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid, watch your step Watch your
, temple number five [Method Man] Somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death I bring it to his
, huh, huh Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit There's noplace to hide once
Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes I'm that superhero with the brand new costume "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!"
it's makin me sick The critic wanna write, write about that It's a crown motherfucker, it's more than a hat YEAH, I come legit like the Wu-Tang Clan
it's like basically I wanna hit my family wit like land and all that Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn Mainly stack mine, indeed it's
niggaz get slapped in Manhattan for rappin, big Ghost steps off laffin (Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me? I've learned so many
with it, yo niggaz done did it Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted So now we see him up in bojangles Stranglin' a 40 oz with 10 G's worth of gold bangles