Wu-Tang Clan lyrics
Wu-Tang Clan lyrics
"Rules lyrics"
Sexy Rhino lyrics
You're a monster, babyyou're a super killerI want to be wiff you, I love yayou're a super monster killershow me your rhino thang
[RZA]You're a monster, babyyou're a super killerI want to be wiff you, I love yayou're a super monster killershow me your rhino thang
All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches
All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes
[scratched samples]
"Both hands clusty" - Ghost, "Pullin out gats" - Raekwon
"Double barreled" - Meth, "Blew off the burner kinda dusty" - Ghost
"We back, don't test" - Raekwon, "Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth
"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth
"Math, let the plate spin" - GZA, "Many brothers y'all be sparkin"
"Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" - Inspectah Deck
"If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu" - Method Man
[Ghostface Killah]
Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?
Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now
Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?
Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits!
No disrespect, that's where I rest my head
I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead
America, together we stand, divided we fall
Mr. B
The Ballad Of Phil lyrics
words and music: Steven Rhodes I can't go in there I can't go near there I can't go anywhere It won't let me go I see my shadow Through the window And I know It'll snow Winters melting out Spring is blooming And again I go One thing I know Is the thing I see It means the world to you But nothing to me I come at fleeting times These cold February nights They dictate my life Chorus: What am I? I'm just a pawn to you I don't mean anything But I predict your future Who cares
ush sit down, I'm in charge of the war!words and music: Steven Rhodes I can't go in there I can't go near there I can't go anywhere It won't let me go I see my shadow Through the window And I know It'll snow Winters melting out Spring is blooming And again I go One thing I know Is the thing I see It means the world to you But nothing to me I come at fleeting times These cold February nights They dictate my life Chorus: What am I? I'm just a pawn to you I don't mean anything But I predict your future Who cares
[Inspectah Deck]
Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all
Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball
Role call where my niggaz that's one for all
And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse
Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk
Then smoke a ounce as we count mills
Providin you pure ecstasy without pills
[Chorus: Method Man]
Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu
[Masta Killa]
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real
We live from (?), it's the God I-Reelz
Yo wonderful, spark the blillz
Let me build with the people for the mills
I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville
Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, t
Mi Trovo Nuovo lyrics
C'? un gioco che si gioca in tre Non fa per me Mentre protesto io vengo oddio! Giovane di nuova concezione mi spazzi via ogni convinzione Ed io ne avevo orrore invece ? amore Rock me Joe C'? un gioco che si gioca in tre Mi trovo nuovo mi trovo nuovo mi trovi nuovo?
rue and livin snipersC'? un gioco che si gioca in tre Non fa per me Mentre protesto io vengo oddio! Giovane di nuova concezione mi spazzi via ogni convinzione Ed io ne avevo orrore invece ? amore Rock me Joe C'? un gioco che si gioca in tre Mi trovo nuovo mi trovo nuovo mi trovi nuovo?
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill
[StreetLife]
How you livin StreetLife? I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
High-tech, street intellect, all digital
Project original, sheisty individual
New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest
We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest
Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us
Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us
[Chorus]
[Raekwon the Chef]
Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom
At home, it's worth money, I adorns
Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo
We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink
Daddy everybody get money from now on
Payday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday
Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430
That shit that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo
[Method Man]
We can eat rig
She Said... lyrics
When I think about her, I just get down. Knowing that she doesn't want me around. Maybe if she would try. Things would work out. But I know that it's useless to maintain this state of hopelessness cuz when i see her.. she said she's got better things too do. Masturbations' left me alone. I can't even talk to myself on the phone. Maybe if she would try. Things would work out. But i know that it's useless to think that she'd love me Cuz she is a stupid bit
ht, or we can clap these toysWhen I think about her, I just get down. Knowing that she doesn't want me around. Maybe if she would try. Things would work out. But I know that it's useless to maintain this state of hopelessness cuz when i see her.. she said she's got better things too do. Masturbations' left me alone. I can't even talk to myself on the phone. Maybe if she would try. Things would work out. But i know that it's useless to think that she'd love me Cuz she is a stupid bit
I'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?
It's Hot Nixon, same team same position
Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin
Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin
Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! Hard like a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you
It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck
"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth
"Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth - "Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang"
[Method Man]
It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game
Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang
Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames
Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is..
[Chorus]