blood out of your mouth then lick they hand it's the Darkman brother number 12 from the Wu-Tang Clan you heard me on Gza you heard me on Deck that was me
me nigga Thor Snap your back When I slap your ass in a figure four From miles around they can feel it's lethal I make hardcore groups like Wu Tang Look
his own I got the Bees on the track Where the fuck you at? (Tical) Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Shut the fuck up) I'm pluggin' in them
myself and the Clan Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred grand And to my Physical one love power crazy real for all them carbon
, I'm 'bout to blow Like I'm shaking the dice, making me mad? Nah, y'all making me right 'cause y'all was taking me light So let my pen talk and say
Wu Tang Clan? Was it you or your man? You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya Thirty six chambers, be out, youze in danger Let me pull ya brain outcha
on the track Where the fuck you at? Tical Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now, shut the fuck up I'm pluggin' in them social skills That keep my
the sky was fallin Down Wu Tang Clan for the crown [Chorus 2x] [Meth] It was over your head All day and every day S I N Y 10304 Wu Tang Killa Bees And
is shit that'll stop your hunger Ready for war, let me let you get a taste of the raw Comin through with the Clan so you won't get far Batters and scars
the train or the conductor Of the track, muthafucka, that's E 3, my love for the game It's just not the same, unless it's Gilla house And Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them
even used to be bumping Wu-Tang Clan I remember Method Man was like, you know it um "I came to bring the pain, hard core from the brain" I was like "Man them
your head spin Wu-Tang my bredren, we bang like veterans They came for record spins, taste the medicine Or face the double M, we came to trouble them Hustle them
bees on the track Where the fuck you at? [Method Man] Tical Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now [Method Man] Shut the fuck up! I'm pluggin in them
a monk learning Wu-Tang karate It's unfortunate niggas can't afford this My 20 blew chords here I hate eating sword fishSurrounded by 20 men cold-blooded at
Notorious B.I.G.] One two, one two, gonna do it like this WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT We gonna do it like
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
now we connect doors, meet me at the airport Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed And meet me at