to your jaw southpaw It oughta be a law against these thangs, I throw About to lay some shit down with Celly Cell and Bo From the Garden Bloc, Hillside
them hollow thangs in your body Lodi-dodi I drinks Bacardi Gets dick hard drunk When I'm off that skunk punk And you don't wanna dance tingo tango I
Hunyak] Uh-Uh. [Velma] Cicero. [Mona] Lipschitz! [Announcer] And now, the six merry murderers from the Cooke county jail in their rendition of The Cell-block Tango
? I blow your tank up, pop the lock on a cop handcuff Puff a dutch of dust, bust the jump' up and snuff out the judge Fuck a cell block, black top capsule
I blow your tank up, pop the lock on a cop handcuff Puff a dutch of dust, bust the jump' up and snuff out the judge Fuck a cell block, black top capsule
slay ya fast Whether you're the best mc with a mic, or you're straight up trash My lyrics excel, hops From the ghetto street upstate to motherfucking cell blocks
we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yeyo That's crazy blunts, mad L's My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God, I'm droppin shit
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
smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello That's crazy blunts, mad L's My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God, I'm droppin shit
New York City got blocks I cripple your whole knot till your air drip of snot First encounter of Hell, is facin Grym Lacin human shells with radiation untill cell
together, Wu-Tang forever gon' win From Puerto Rico 'cross the caves of Berlin Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens It be the Wu-Tang, you came
sentence, I speak with vengeance Snatch up 17 million plus 2 million Indians Your incorrect retrospect on the situation You didn't know it was a Wu-Tang
[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
: [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