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Yo, this is a Wu-Banger two thousand and one noise maker <br />off the hook guerilla anthem <br />This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way <br />And I´ll smack the shit outta any of you DJ´s <br />that front on this shit.. think I´m playin? <br /> <br />[Hook x2 (Method Man)] <br />I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs <br />Do you really? <br />I heard you niggas like to bang bang <br />Do you really? <br /> <br />[StreetLife] <br />I never been a fan of the fame <br />I got love for the game <br />Never lust for the dames <br />I got dust in my veins <br />Hit ´em off in the brain <br />Kid talks but its lame <br />Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane <br />Spent a lot of dough, its so hard to explain <br />And i fucked a lot of bitches off the strength of the name <br />Wu Tang see me in the next Lex with the game <br />Snowboarding down a ski range, its a blue and grey frame <br />Keep, pointing the finger, I´m that nigga to blame <br />The main reson why you duck the chain <br />Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain <br />And I´m leaving the rap game the same way I came <br /> <br />[Method Man] <br />Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat <br />Little Meth got my back, little pinky fat-fat <br />Let me hit that (draws), contact, learn how to act <br />Before you bring that drama the end; I´ll fade to black <br />Positive, I hate kids who tell me lies <br />Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy <br />Got 9 lives, 9 wives that dont listen <br />Bitchin´ their biological clocks is tickin´ <br />Wu limited edition hot off the presses <br />I guess its, curtains for competition <br />Method, runnin´ ´em out, gun in my mouth <br />The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house <br />After midnight eatin´ emcees chase through suburbia <br />You tremblin´, behind a crumblin´ wall, surrenderin´ <br />Thats what you get, for rushin´ in the direction I was bustin´ <br />Polish your sword, your shit is rustin´ <br /> <br />[Hook x2] <br /> <br />[Masta Killa] <br />1,2, testin´, testin´, mic check wreckin´ <br />Step into the session <br />Automatic weapon off safety <br />Dont play me <br />Butt brings all them things with silencers <br />My clans liver than your average ´85er <br />Strive to stay alive <br />I play for keeps in the streets <br />Cos its real on the battlefield <br />Shells hit the ground from the steel <br />Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind <br />Words combine when I rhyme to feed the blind <br />Prepare my queen for battle and walk down <br />I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance <br />Game word bond, sword silenced <br />Me in military fatigues bulletproof underneath <br />Buy enough ammunition,go round and sweep the streets <br />Of Brooklyn, Central, sugar-whipped the rental <br />While I´m lickin out the window at y´all <br />Fuck y´all <br /> <br />[Hook x2] <br /> <br />[Inspectah Deck] <br />Yo, <br />We thrive on street life <br />We strive to eat right <br />They blindin´ these sight <br />We tried to be nice <br />They talk the small talk <br />We walk the long walk <br />We lost, they all thought <br />They forced to fall short <br />We rock for hard rock <br />Rocked the hot blocks <br />Shop and cop rocks <br />Watch the top notch in action <br />Begin to make your head spin <br />Wu Tang my bredren <br />We bang like veterans <br />They came for record spins, taste the medicine <br />Or face the double M, we came to trouble them <br />Hustle them for their 20 mill then buckle them <br />Enough to spin out the blue, bitches lovin´ them <br />Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten <br />Stumblin´ thug passions, it must´ve been <br /> <br />[Hook x4]
New song lyrics
Yo, this is a Wu-Banger two thousand and one noise maker <br />off the hook guerilla anthem <br />This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way <br />And I´ll smack the shit outta any of you DJ´s <br />that front on this shit.. think I´m playin? <br /> <br />[Hook x2 (Method Man)] <br />I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs <br />Do you really? <br />I heard you niggas like to bang bang <br />Do you really? <br /> <br />[StreetLife] <br />I never been a fan of the fame <br />I got love for the game <br />Never lust for the dames <br />I got dust in my veins <br />Hit ´em off in the brain <br />Kid talks but its lame <br />Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane <br />Spent a lot of dough, its so hard to explain <br />And i fucked a lot of bitches off the strength of the name <br />Wu Tang see me in the next Lex with the game <br />Snowboarding down a ski range, its a blue and grey frame <br />Keep, pointing the finger, I´m that nigga to blame <br />The main reson why you duck the chain <br />Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain <br />And I´m leaving the rap game the same way I came <br /> <br />[Method Man] <br />Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat <br />Little Meth got my back, little pinky fat-fat <br />Let me hit that (draws), contact, learn how to act <br />Before you bring that drama the end; I´ll fade to black <br />Positive, I hate kids who tell me lies <br />Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy <br />Got 9 lives, 9 wives that dont listen <br />Bitchin´ their biological clocks is tickin´ <br />Wu limited edition hot off the presses <br />I guess its, curtains for competition <br />Method, runnin´ ´em out, gun in my mouth <br />The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house <br />After midnight eatin´ emcees chase through suburbia <br />You tremblin´, behind a crumblin´ wall, surrenderin´ <br />Thats what you get, for rushin´ in the direction I was bustin´ <br />Polish your sword, your shit is rustin´ <br /> <br />[Hook x2] <br /> <br />[Masta Killa] <br />1,2, testin´, testin´, mic check wreckin´ <br />Step into the session <br />Automatic weapon off safety <br />Dont play me <br />Butt brings all them things with silencers <br />My clans liver than your average ´85er <br />Strive to stay alive <br />I play for keeps in the streets <br />Cos its real on the battlefield <br />Shells hit the ground from the steel <br />Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind <br />Words combine when I rhyme to feed the blind <br />Prepare my queen for battle and walk down <br />I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance <br />Game word bond, sword silenced <br />Me in military fatigues bulletproof underneath <br />Buy enough ammunition,go round and sweep the streets <br />Of Brooklyn, Central, sugar-whipped the rental <br />While I´m lickin out the window at y´all <br />Fuck y´all <br /> <br />[Hook x2] <br /> <br />[Inspectah Deck] <br />Yo, <br />We thrive on street life <br />We strive to eat right <br />They blindin´ these sight <br />We tried to be nice <br />They talk the small talk <br />We walk the long walk <br />We lost, they all thought <br />They forced to fall short <br />We rock for hard rock <br />Rocked the hot blocks <br />Shop and cop rocks <br />Watch the top notch in action <br />Begin to make your head spin <br />Wu Tang my bredren <br />We bang like veterans <br />They came for record spins, taste the medicine <br />Or face the double M, we came to trouble them <br />Hustle them for their 20 mill then buckle them <br />Enough to spin out the blue, bitches lovin´ them <br />Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten <br />Stumblin´ thug passions, it must´ve been <br /> <br />[Hook x4]
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