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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, coco
[Ol Dirty Bastard] What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherf***er It's like this ninety-seven Aight ...
RZA [Tiger style] [Tiger style] Tiger style Yo, huh, huh Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta F*** Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta F*** Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta F*** Wit There's noplace to hide once I step inside the room Dr. Doom, prepare for the bo
whassup man? Coolin man Chillin chillin? Yo you know I had to call, you know why right? Why? Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right? Yeah You know what I wanna hear right? Whatchu wanna hear? I wanna hear that Wu-Tan
Flav] Two thousand and two! [Chef] Lookin like a tennis player [Flav] Representin the Wu! [Chef] You gangsta nigga? [Flav] Two thousand and two! [Chef] You? You isn't! [Flav] Representin the motherf***in Wu! [Chef] Stand for it right now [Flavor Flav] Tw
Intro: RZA] Up from the 36 Chambers... Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killah* 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, Inspect
amp;quot;It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!&quot; [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
Raekwon the Chef] Scrape y'all motherf***ers This is my word, when you see us When you see us flashing and shining And building and adding on Y'all niggaz just watch it, hear me Only ones that who we got respect for Is them niggaz that we say peace to Hear me, pay attention, put
RZA] 1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back undergro
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 mother
U-God] Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who
conversation continued from the end of Duck Seazon] &quot;The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu Tang&quot; &quot;Die!&quot; [*sounds of fighting are heard*] [Verse One
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope and snatc
ODB + Snoop] Yeah Huh, huh Yeah Fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that... Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherf***in 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,
Part One: Method Man (album version) Yeahhh, torture motherf***er what? [Torture nigga what?] What? I'll f***in I'll f***in tie you to a f***in bedpost with your ass cheeks spread out and shit Right? Put a hanger on a f***in stove and let that shit sit there f
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!
Method Man] Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you You bastard
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 imma give it to ya, with no trivia raw like cocaine straight from B
Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yo, one two one two Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang It's the Wu, creepin in the shadows Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang) &quot;Oh baby, for heavens sake&quot; Sir I, Excalibur &quot;O
The Genius/GZA (from &quot;;Clan in Da Front&quot;;) 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 what Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left, brag shit to deat
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 t
Take that motherf***er GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherf***in notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz f***in my body Bring that f***in meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightr
Intro:] [Rza] Bring da bring da muthaf***in' ruckus! En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style [Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherf***in ruckus Bring da motherf***in ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherf***in ruckus Bring da motherf***in ruckus [Verse One: Raekwon the Ch
amp;quot;You will be punished (Wu-Tang style) for all your evil deeds. (Wu-Tang style) Be warned - you will suffer.. (Wu-Tang style) .. justice!&quot; (Wu-Tang style) [GZA] Slept on this hazardous enterprise Hit from the back, from a long range a
Raekwon] Yeah, yo, aight Pass the meth! (nizzuh nzza punk nigguh, yeah!) Yeah, aight kick the raw style, yeah Fly that f***in sack [Chorus] Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck
Intro: Roxanne] It's Wu motherf***ers, ah Wu-Tang motherf***ers [3X] It's Wu, ah goin on [Verse One: The Genius/GZA] Reunited, double LP, we're all excited Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wi
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-Ta
Method Man] I'm sayin, you-could-you could just come over top of that shit... Did I hear it? Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!! [Ol' Dirty Bastard in background repeating] SUCK A DICK!!! 6x SUCK MY DICK!!! [Method Man] And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it d
y'all analog niggas we be digital Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible We never fall We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all F*** y'all analog niggas we be digital Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible We never fall We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for
Tang Holocaust punishment Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo From the hills of the Pacific I bring fury and anger Stabbing devils in their chest with a rusty ship anchor Blood and sand we command and conquer Wasted land, Then expand the regions undiscovered by mo
things just took over me Just took over my whole body So I can't even see no more I'm calling my black woman a bitch I'm calling my peoples all kinds of thing that they not I'm lost brother, can you help me Can you help me brother, please You see what we did, we lo
Raekwon] Hang glide for my nigga Tical Yo, word to God we run this whole shit Son (no doubt) Right that's my word, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (no doubt) That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time Check the science of the bl
damn man these radio station be buggin Man it's three o'clock in the mornin, damn This hip-hop shit just keep Damn we got to slow this shit down man, yaknowhatImean? [Tekitha] Fiends were never waiting in the hill They ran one step ahead But the jiggy was always ther
these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming!) Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin See you on Pickens
Killah Priest, Raekwon] &quot;Continous&quot; &quot;Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin?&quot; &quot;Wu-Tang&quot; &quot;Aiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I'ma shoot over here&quot; &quot;On
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? [Hook x2 (Method Man)] I hear
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
despise your killing, and raping You're... despicable Are you, my judge? It's just... you should be punished I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready? [Verse One: U-God] Yo, yeah, yo, yo Yo, yeah Check these high hats sting things moving throug
*glasses/jewelry tinkling*] You my Daddy whore [2X] [*laughing*] [Cappa] Whoever she gonna do anyway But bust it, bust it though baby, bust it Who else, who else is gonna... [Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard] This is dedicated to all you bitches Knew this bitch named Traj, she had
You got my back, I got your front From the start to finish Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants Take my back, got your front From the start to finish Goin ou...
RZA] Yo... check check it [Tekitha] You can never defeat [RZA] Yo check the method of this shit right here one time [Tekitha] The Gods [RZA] Sparkin your braincells to the upmost [Tekitha] Impossible [RZA] Unlimited epidemics bein spreaded [Tekitha] You can never def
amp;quot;Deadly Melody&quot; [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 Motherf***ers halt, when my Colt, start sto
unknown conversation which carries over from the last track] That's black? Whattup God? Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word? [*blam, blam blam*] Oh shit!!! Yo! Hold the f*** up Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough) F***in around with my sound (ci-ty) Yo, bring backu
Raekwon chattin with Shy] &quot;Peace God&quot; &quot;Peace to the Gods&quot; &quot;How you God?&quot; &quot;Studyin one-twenty right now&quot; &quot;Mmmm&quot; &quot;Call
Raekwon the Chef] The F***? It's just the new way of thinkin Light up the broccoli kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec
2 Uhh 1,1 1,2 Uhh 1,1 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN [Verse One:] Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? Here I am here I am, the Meth
Hook] Do you believe it's morning I'm alive But thats the last thing on my mind Do you believe it's morning I'm alive But thats the last thing on my mind [Verse 1: Method Man] Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about
hold up, chill, what's that son? Damn.. nigga got f***ed, 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 +F
Junior Reid] Run'din from fires of the city, and tee bloood Blooood, blood, bloooood.. blooood You two ta both from EE-hee-ma, ah ya both from Jahnker You ta both from fire outside You both from To-ah-ee One bloood, one bloood, one bloood [Masta Killa] I
Yo! It's the burial ground sound, Dunn! It's real out here Staten Island puttin chills in y'all niggaz Forever in it.. yo My devastatin hot '97 Mentality Keep me...
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 wi
both] Yo, up in the M.G.M. coked up [Ghost] Sike! Six niggaz walked in flashing they gems peace [Rae] Aight! One dark skinned nigga fifty-six inch rope wrapped around twice [Ghost] Smash the Gilligan boat with ice [Rae] They threw sign language [Ghost] Ordered hot coffee [both] wi
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 th
Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all 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
RZA] All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes [scratched samples] &quot;Both hands clusty&quot; - Ghost, &quot;Pullin out gats&quot; - Raekwon &quot;Double barreled&
the Chef] So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up Word up, never stop your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin? (For real baby) And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all [Ol Dirty Bastard] I need help Beca
the battle fields mics collide like sword fights Get stabbed up by the swift technique of a Black Knight Who pierce strikes like vicious snakes, rhymes elevate Niggaz get sniped watch me annihilate The Gods got me eating off a fine dinner plates With this
RZA] Yo, yo one two one two, yo live in effect We got the king Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah Commonly known to y'all as the RZA Yo before we go into side two or side B of this double CD Knahmsayin I want to give y'all a little announcement man For the last year there's been a lot of
yeah bitch Aiyyo, motherf***er Aiyyo, swallow it Aiyyo we dazzle off this bloody version of 'Glaciers' Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor (wsssht) Say no more, my back be parked against the wall Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a f*** about t
Raekwon] Yeah, yeah I see everything I see everything YouknowhatI'msayin? It's like when we come through You better have your f***in third eye open You know, cause thats what time it is YouknowhatI'msayin? Cause it's like, when you walk You striving for perfection That's what w
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