1. _ Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)
[INS] Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you All the way from the slums of Shaolin Special uninvited guests Came in through the back door Ladies and gentlemen, it's them! Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras Takin it straight to Big Man On Campus Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas Scandalous, made the metro panic Cause static, with or without the automatic And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard [Raekwon] Ayo, ayo Waves is spinnin, blades is spinnin Slay em in the eighth inning Stay truck, god stay playin linen Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that Mink jeans on, seen where the real at 2000 zitos, movin wit a ill ego For real, for real, ill lines, ill people Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians Pollyin deals, monopoly and bills Y'all niggas lyin Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach Go broke, all seen, done it Words from the heavy set If I don't eat, then we already met Fly ass bro, liver than coke [Meth] Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill? Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video 9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen My sword got a jones, more heads for the severing Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw ya ones in Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in [Masta Killa] That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto Rico Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow Blowin the nozzle, hear it whistle One in the head, this is code red, man for dead X amount of lead spray from the barrel Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit To make my niggas from East New York flip [Bobby Digital] Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY!) You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper And my phaser off stun (BOBBY!) Y'all might just catch me in the park playin chess, studyin math Signin 7 and a sun (BOBBY!) But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!) [Ghostface] Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting Your socks hangin out, yours is talkin Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy Sport my old Force MD furs in the 80's Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee Taught y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots I'm nice, maxed out, creepin wit the ax out Murder these bikini bitches, switchin with they backs out [U-God] Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips Alabama split, hammer slay quick That David Banner gamma ray shit Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch My powder voice, Snow White stiff Verbal killas, gorilla grip God body shit, puff Marley spliffs [Cappadonna] You might see me in a 6, that's not my style You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child I be in the benzo, keep a low profile Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile Tryna get money, y'all cats is wild I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game Live life to the fullest, still want more fame Darts on layaway, beats on standby Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime [GZA] Run on the track like Jesse Owens Broke the record flowin, without any knowin That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ A athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground Wildest nigga who sprint off the gun sound The best time yet still 7.0 Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow more free lyrics |
2. _ Careful (Click, Click)
[RZA] Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son? Damn.. nigga got fucked, 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 +Father-U-C-King+ police!! [U-God] Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum [Masta Killa] Yo Rae it's been a long time son since we bust Gunclap +Glaciers+, ran the world and snatched paper Return to the 36th Chamber Proceed with caution as you enter We have an A.P.B., on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Masta!! [Cappadonna] Yo somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG.. Up in the boss game wildin, money for grabs I ain't fuckin with crabs, out of state copped two labs Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave. Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dough rehab Tryin to re-up, keep my feet up Snake niggaz in the cut, hold the product Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust Niggaz you can't trust, dealin with lust Seen him at the ballgames with James Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG [Ghostface Killah] Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} These are the bones, bones from the grave of Houdini G-Deini, razoni noodles sprinkled on your embry' Climb like the deficit, profits, death threats to Israel slid through Bethlehem bong on one wheel Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's Granddaddy Caddy was coppin 6 G's Begosh all that Oshkosh jumpers Pink Champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall bumpers [U-God] These (??) camera guys, cause, turn your eyes Sweat on the hammer fly, ways, of the Samurai Newsflash bulletin, Gods on the prowl We full again, ruff men scuff Timbs Sonic bionic lens, RZA console Is it Bush or the Dole, front row of the superbowl Black gold in my soul, on a hoe stroll Don't go boy you on parole you don't know? [Inspectah Deck] Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Made 'em throw they hands up, but then lay flat Rat pack eat up, the average alley cat Prepare for the impact when we contact Known to drop backs that crack your hard hat Must I show and prove, trust I, bust I Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the buggy-I Benz Who contends, Wu like the Superfriends Who's your rhymin hero? Wu-Tang rules again Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK [Cappadonna] Yo somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG.. [Ghostface Killah] Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} [U-God] Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum more free lyrics |
3. _ Jah World
[Junior Reid] Him speaketh in tongues into the hearts of all flesh Yeah stanyoi Whoi [Ghostface Killah] Oh God, I beg for forgiveness So help me Lord, yes I beg for forgiveness Deep in my heart, please, I'm crying for forgiveness Allah U Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness Branded by the steel iron, bullets flying Ladies being hit through wickedness, I'm losing my grip I thought we lived by the books, The Bible, Koran We pick cotton, my back is still hot and dark and They threw burners in our babies' faces Pale hands that looked scary touched our bodies in the strangest places Sweat from the white man's head Fell on our daughters as she cried, giving white man head, almighty Alrighty, niggaz is screwing God won't you tell me why these ho niggaz is screwing? I'm sorry father, sacrifice me, leave me wife Sacrifice me twice, so my kids can see paradise... [Junior Reid] So we heed our god king sellasie I, jah rastafari who is seated in zion and reigneth in all In the hearts of all flesh Whoa wow Let my task oh jah with them that strive with me Fight against them Whoa wow that fight against me Whoa wow Take hold thy shield and rock and stand up for my health Oh jah, oh jah, only you can comfort me La la la, la la la la la, la la la la La la la whoi stand out [RZA] Curse to the wicked snakes who try to snatch the truth away Cursed be the ones who try to take our youth away Peace to the black, the brown, the red, yellow, and white seed We don't discriminate man over color/creed They tried to snatch up our beats, son, and steal our culture and German Catholics, whitewashing Roman sculptures How dare you try to deny Allah's intelligence? Kidnap the truth, and destroying the black evidence [Junior Reid] Glory be to the father Glory be to the son (Glory be to the holy one) Glory be to the holy one The holder of creation whoi As jah was in the beginning is now and forever shall be Jah world Jah world without end whoi So we heed our god king sellassie I, jahova god, jah rastafari Who is seated in zion and reigneth in the hearts of In the hearts of all flesh whoi more free lyrics |
4. _ Clap
[Raekwon] Call it the Hollow Bone syndrome line Select sweet nine, face this, watch his whole face lift Bracelets, murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out, half a million dollars in coats Flows is genetic, the Corleone connection in all Selection, stock brokers with coats on Make coke suggestion, all twin glizzies Fireman, Gucci boots on, sideways action, murder niggas fear me yo Cash that he did Clinton, rentin his mother crib out We send organize the Bill of Rights get lid Drugs that Hendrix was on, conversatin like the Dutch Richie Conaway, Goodfellas who honor Rae Flows that blow thru your roll and Holland Everybody now, trip up niggas, in clicks we posin rhyme black Half the year, half my niggas sittin upstairs Takin pictures of ya niggas wack gear [Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God)] Listen to the (Clap) Real niggas (Clap) Rich niggas (Clap) My bitches (Clap) If you love pussy then y'all niggas (Clap) If you love to get ate, then ya ladies (Clap) If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggas (Clap) If you bare witness to Allah y'all (Clap) Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all niggas Clap (Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all Clap) Good hats, sloppy automatics that Clap (Big shit, thunder) Get around that [Ghostface Killah] Porcelain floors with a dog named Ginger Bottle cap niggas that rhyme, we the winners Then slide thru your hood in hoods Me, Cliff, Patrick, Gary Grice and my man C. Woods Holdin up gorilla, two niggas got a hold that shit One shot and ya mans on it The little kids watch from down the block Jury box, murder hop, six stash botch, fit hit the ran spots Spit at the statue with cash and throw dough at it Fuck bitches raw, why? cuz I'm a pro at it Big birds danglin, cameras snatch, flash and pop from every angle and 2000 Mark Damon'in [Hook: Method Man] Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap Clap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap, Clap ya hands now People Clap ya hands [Method Man] I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers Pissin down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls It be us, fuck ya law, niggas my cause is "because" No yin to my yang, it's a black thing Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest? Ya down with the syndrome: retarded I think it was them swordsmen, place them chess pieces on the boards and Take it to square, this ain't no Yakool affair Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughter That y'all, but not us [Chorus] [Outro: kung fu sample] During this time, I intend to teach you the Shaolin poem The rules and commandments, that void, deceit Cruelty and unkindness, always help the weak Never despise the poor, always respect yourself more free lyrics |
5. _ Redbull
[Redman] RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on Ring the bell so it's time to eat Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats Bomb isdide the palm Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass ironed on The front with my pump built like the Klumps To carry it I take the spare out the trunk I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise Blast! Don't panic Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed? Hell nah! I won't tell you son If I find a wack ID I sell you one Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah My lecture's like Hannibal Lector's Where's the ketchup? Don't speak on it, shut ya trap I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks Ah woo, Doc in my own zone You say you got the rapgames sewn, but it's sewn wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fucking money! *Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface* [Method Man] Uhuh, check it I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on First issue got issues What is hip-hop to Hot Nickles? It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word Look at my hand and get the third Finger out ya earhole like: Fuck what you hear Now that's what I call harcore, let's act fool Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the city And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese Ain't no rules to the game, if it is we aint playin In your business like EPMD, "So What Cha Sayin'" You co-designin that bullshit yo man tryin Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!! Slugs flyin *Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck* [Inspectah Deck] Yo, ya Check, the code echos from magazines to the big screen Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant We roll longer than dice in a casino Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0 Behind the tinted windows I lay low On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0 But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty On third time fellon just hit with over 30 No worries, style have em so thirsty First degree heats are quittin on me Cold turkey, no mercy I bring the pain of a hundred migraines But a thousand shoutin my name that's why I came But first bring the cashburst, then the outburst My surround sound pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse I flex muscle outside I find a next hustle Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle Even the best buckle win I take it to the exteme It gets ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get cream This life *Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface* more free lyrics |
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6. _ Let My Niggas Live
[Intro Skit]
Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets,
mindin my own business.. and BAM!!
I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR
that it was a mistake.
I accept that as a part of my destiny!
{*Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha*}
[Raekwon the Chef]
Whattup kid? That's right..
Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo..
[Chorus: Raekwon]
Aiyyo let my niggas live
We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my niggas live
We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves
Let my niggas live
We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules
Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live
Handle your bid and kill no kids
[Raekwon the Chef]
Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y'all niggas is weak
Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak
Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens that write light, leave blends
Hit with the JF Kennedy shot
Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got
Bolt off, but got clocked
Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up
Design your alphabet, reps get graded
We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length
Home of Allah's ten big rooms
So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves
Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds
Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all
Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"
Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me
I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey
Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie
Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us
It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours
I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands
Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile
There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin
Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit
Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine
It drove lots of men to die with no name
I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous
Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus
I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created
The only nigga Sad
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7. _ Hollow Bones
[Raekwon] High potency top, smoke a bag of black And feel the vibe, wanna be wise We, form on a rising corner mean five Laws in disguise, throw on your slides Young niggas racist, smokers is basic We seen the eyes, laying up playing the cut What, stay in the truck, something told me duck Folding me up, my shoulders struck Out of luck, fuck the potters up Fell on a daze like a Golotta snuff Niggas tried to body me up I'm in the lobby bleeding Niggas in the witness office probably eating And sprinting and beefing, when they heard the shots Called the precinct and seen barber nieces beasting Niggas shot Shalar features and shocked her was a Elisis, Bent the spinal cordless creatures I'm gagging and flagging a cab down Guess who in the Benz wagon, dragging my sound down Macking it was Dale Breedy the greedy Caniving ass snake genie Cop with a bikini will murder charge and benini I'm feeling wheezy and the drain from the cheeba Grieving ain't even looking decent Seeing police niggas reaching That splash against my hollow bones That rocks my... [Inspectah Deck] Fleeing the crime scene speeding Beefing leaving behind cream Not even peeping that I was leaking Won't see the precinct just got a recent case beaten Still jakes are creeping Don't blow ya spot, stay the weekend Keep the ruger peeling who's squealing Few knew the dealings Keep the steel concealed in Cause we got no time for feelings Eyes on the building guards are on the corners illing Million dollar block villain plotting on a killing Feel like, a superhero talking like a true Deniro They boost his ego path and broke down Reduced to zero Cops feel we poors hoping I'll reveal my source, source That splash against my hollow bones That rocks my soul Oh oh, oh oh [Ghostface] Outside the check cashing, flashing Dipped in fashion Five cherry-faced fagots tried to cash in They keep laughing, Ghost you get ya face bashed in Who gave you these priveledges son? why you maxing? And we.. Feigning to take those move slow I'm hearing how you broke Rob's nose And I heard you keep a banging hammer Golden brass diamonds embroideries That was stolen that you haven't reported g Make very little noise, my shit hiccup Don't make this big stick up bigger Me and the boys I thought for a second then chose Rather than froze Had the jim star on my hand Yo what the fuck yo! that's when I ripped Timothy Snatch and dip john like imbaggable Had the mini axe tool, faxed him Shots rang off, bing, boggle-de-dum That splash against my hollow bones more free lyrics |
8. _ The Monument
[Busta Rhymes] Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now? Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now? Yeah yeah yeah.. Historical and monumental shit What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what's best for you y'all niggaz better safeguard your shit Even though we rep brass knuckle rap Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap Street niggaz now the corporate boss Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb Your whole show wack and I'ma cancel your sitcom Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired and real calm You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm The way we blow SHIT is a shame Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW! [Raekwon the Chef] Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs That's my specialty, more to bust Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord I analyze your work those that got merked were not established Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry S-5, blowin through Asbury Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse's Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand See the color of the carved out Wu emblem Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him [GZA] Move up the block, giant box blast my song Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris I zoom in, while the listeners tune in Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed He produce at unattainable rains of top speed This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise Starlight scope, with the night vision device Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice {*GUNBLAST*} more free lyrics |
9. _ One Blood Under W
[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 was rollin, showin my age, unshaven rugged with my Timberland boots that paid I walk with a slight lean from the weight of my heat Givin a green to shine infra-red beam At the street traffic light recorders Takin pictures of our corners Cameras on the side of the buildings, we destroy 'em The Chameleon throws cream to children, out the window We movin in unmarked vans, disguised as a light tan with plastic phasers in rubber hands Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim How dare you call the Gods in vein Not knowin the seriousness of this and why I came to Earth, feet first I dare you lion tame to the beat of the drum No questionin to the session, I walk with gun The magnum of bust-es head for many directions unknown Another statistic, change the balistics on the nozzle, make em goggle and swallow Scrape the craters of the brain for data Old scriptures on withered paper beginnin take shape and form when the Gods get on it and crash your college dorm [Junior Reid] You two ta both from uptown, ah your both from downtown Your ta both from An-ah-town, ah yah both from 'roundtowm One bloood, one blooood, one blooooood The pussy 'nit find it Travel w'on, raise your wine That's blooood yuud, blooood [Masta Killa] Now verse 2, even more deadly than the first, unrehearsed raw footage Part 2 for you, I give this dedication, project elimination Here's a burnt offering, nothing up my sleeve I'm just vanishin with the vanishin cream Here's jewels to live by Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe A bomb only has one time to explode When I break I'm takin everything, turn the city streets to Dusty Rhodes Behold this return of the Invincible Tone Rude like Governor Tuse and King Toustume, who gave the order to bust 'em? Don't ask this is Genuine Draft Blueprint ultimate legit sting international, stone love classical comin back, to attack in black fatigue Wu-Tang and Junior Reid [Junior Reid] You two ta both from Lebanon, ah ya both from Iran You da both from China, ah ya both from Japan One blooood, one blooood, one blooood You two ta both from uptown, ah ya both from down sout' You da both from An-ah-town, ah ya both from long (??) One bloood, one blooood, one blooood The pussy 'nit find it Travel w'on, raise your wine That's bloood, yuud, blooood, bloood Mothers fighting daughters every day Fathers fighting sons Sisters hating sisters Rappers getting murdered, every day You two da both from Eeh-hee-ma, ah ya both a Juhnker You da both from fire outside Ya both a (??) One bloood, one blooood, one bloooood You two da from da Brook-a-lyn, ah ya both from Jonx You da dumb prom queen, ah ya both from Jersey One bloood, one bloood, one bloood You two da both from Long Island, ah ya both from Philly You ta both from Carneitty, ah ya from from over south One bloood, one bloood, one bloood more free lyrics |
10. _ I Can't Go to Sleep
[Ghostface Killah] Technique is ill son, watch how I spill one Peace to Biggie Tupac Big L and Big Pun Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches House niggaz children watch as they produce the same pattern Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80's FOR THOSE THAT MURDERED ME SHALL STAND BEFORE GOD TO FALL AT THE HANDS OF FATE, THEN OUT COMES THE ROD Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back.. {*record run backwards*} What the fuck is goin on? I can't go to sleep Feds jumpin out they jeeps, I can't go to sleep Babies with flies on the cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep Ish bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleep Aiyyo we deep in the stairs, we carry (?) guns (?) got, hit up with the big shit, bam-bam Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot So past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot Not knowin FUCKIN WITH ME, you get your meat chopped YOU THOUGHT WE FELL ON OUR FACE? YOU NEED TO BE STOPPED CALL ON THE CHARIOTS, CALL ON AN AMBULANCE YOU BETTER SMILE MY NIGGA, YOU ON CANDID CAM Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls Nigga motherfuckin eunuch, I even take which was yours I'm the nigga that made you man When your rap wasn't doin well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand! [Isaac Hayes] Don't kill your brother, learn to love each other Don't get mad.. cause it ain't that bad Look at who you are.. you've come so far It's in your hands, just be a man Get the jelly out your spine! Cobwebs, out of your mind [RZA] I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes They shot the father of his moms, killed him seven times They shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds Jesse watched, as they shot King on the balcony Exported Marcus, Garvey cause he tried to spark us with the knowledge of ourselves, and our forefathers Ohh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in AMERICA'S WATCHIN, BLOOD STAINED INK BLOTCHES MEDGAR TOOK ONE TO THE SKULL FOR INTERGRATING COLLEGE WHAT'S THE SCIENCE? SOMEBODY? THIS IS TRICK KNOWLEDGE THEY TRY TO KEEP US ENSLAVED AND STILL SCRAPE FOR DOLLARS Walkin through Park Hill, drunk as a +FUCK+ Lookin around like, these +DEVILS+, I'm ready to break this world down They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate And just, give me no time to relax, and use my mind to meditate What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew? Grab a two-two and run out there AND PUT THIS FUCKIN VIOLENCE IN YOU? I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em son.. I.. [Isaac Hayes - overlapping RZA at the end] Don't let the game make you lose your head You should be callin the shots instead The power is in your hands.. Stop all this cryin, and be a man more free lyrics |
11. _ Conditioner
[ODB + Snoop] Yeah Huh, huh Yeah Fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that... Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherfuckin 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, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up Knowhatimsayin? Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin? Tired of takin motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that I'm diggin it Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up Knowhatimsayin ? [ODB: HOOK] MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur... [4X] [Snoop] Yeah, yeah Wu-Tang Clan Big Snoop D O double G Somethin for the 2000 [ODB] Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater Be the elevator, pussy eater Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em Old Dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated For 29 years, no educated High caded, cuz you kept it checkmated What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what All you niggas I'm puttin you in your place HOOK [with Snoop's "say what" at end of amateur...] [Snoop] Mr. No-Meaner, pussy ho-beater I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin with my vita Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em This negro right here pimps hoes I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose It just so happens I'm the nigga that she chose I flows above the rest, mos' def' Got you shakin yo' ass, and you throwin up yo' set Whatever you do, you keepin it true Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew Oooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckers It's a dog day afternoon The Clan go bang, and the bang go boom How you love it, how you like it, and how you get it Do that damn thing and quit buillshittin wit it MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur (say what) MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur HOOK [Snoop] yeah, yeah... [BEAT SWITCH] [Gza] Yeah, pump that shit, testin Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas y'all To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all On my flow y'all niggas don't know y'all You see my style calm but wild You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes The eightball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed I wreck emcees whether I'm last or first What, what, what, what, hazardous dart Visual long forgotten art That fell apart, til the blood ran from the heart Pump through the street, Rza make re-break beats Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank Wu niggas rollin, throwin the first rap slogan Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military clothin' Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many With the wisdom, power of, science from experts Self applyin, that put giants in the network The compact disc and televised live cults Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide note Yes, what, what [Deck] Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop You keep on, til the break o dawn Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock more free lyrics |
12. _ Chamber Music
[Kung Fu sample] I must tell you that the Clan is a danger to the public but still for many men just to hear of the name fills them with hate and loathing But why? They've never harmed anyone I'm afraid they did *beat drops* In the past there's something that they would like to forgive First, I'll tell you about their style, planned techniques The main style "Shaolin Finger Jab!" [RZA (Method Man)] Yo.. *sounds of fighting* (Uh-huh) [Kung Fu Sample] We are watchin your whole group You been busy here Around the clock, all we need is your orders to move Met a lot of crosses last night Young and old! You been busy here I respect that! [Method Man (Raekwon)] Yeah, (Eh yo), yeah Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in (Yo) Come on! You know what it is (Thou must part seis all the time, kids) (Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo) We're back! [Raekwon] Peep The Jump Off, ain't nothin sweet, get dumped off Frontin like you won't get deaded and bumped off Drastic son, master guns that'll run up in plastic ones and then go, crash in the slums One tight army, Few Good Men that'll rep Invade your strongarm', Prince of Wales swimmin on feet Props in sales, all yellow L's, cops sleepin on nails Niggaz get realer than real, yo Flash the brown, last time was crowned All navy Woolridge, Wu kicks, movin them pounds, yo Last on niggaz, great adventures of my niggaz and cast out pictures, sendin a rash out the kitchens Like the wind, invite the grin, watch niggaz rewrite the trend Wu niggaz did it again, yo Unhighly, octane, die cast metal frame Lame, let another man heat handle beef [Chorus: Method Man] Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in [GZA] Yo, spark the intro, relevant info Load up the keyboard, 105 tempo Most heated battles, I blasted MC's Some said that the bullets flew by like angry bees Who entered on the level with weather, wait and listen When one flash metal, eight calculate positions The world snap once we combine our rap Drastic Measures, priceless treasures on Nap' Our sword swing, windchill mount' are'(a) Eight equipped standin on a tall glass ferry Snares and kicks, off the project bricks It's no act, a producer play the role with drumpsticks The warnin came unnoticed, it's like the shot at the doctor The Vega to slay Otis, the nine Lotus Each one adjust to his own environment Formulate this great LP, 100 Rounds spent Niggaz bent on a fruitless search for nourishment They long for this proper guidance, encouragement [Chorus 2X] [Method Man] It be The Lost Tribe, 7 Days locked in the dungeon Foamin at the mouth, mad dog in this production The Uncontrolled Substance got me spittin up nuff bars, disgustin The last temptation of the son of David Ruffin Hold my mic sideways when bustin On Judgement Day runnin thru Hell, yellin and cussin at MC's in my circumfrance, y'all niggaz hand-cuffin these hoes and ain't read them they rights or nothin Keep lustin, yea, and I'ma a keep hustlin with Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in You know me, everytime you kiss that hoe you blow me You blow trial trin to walk a mile in my circoni' [Chorus 2X] [Masta Killa (Method Man)] (AHHHHH!!!!) We just touched down, Wu shuttle, private jet Stepped off the plane, the world wept Roll with the Witty Unpredictable Talent All Natural, rock with the bangles of hip-hop Mathematical imperial manifestation of greatness Make wizes scream and shout at the top of their breath essence Captured on tape is precious, bless mic pure defness Awaken from you sleep mistake When the God bring rain, hail, snow to the earthquake! *echoes* [Chorus 2X] [Kung Fu sample] You've been busy Are you mastered? {*Repeat 3x*} You've been busy here.. more free lyrics |
13. _ Gravel Pit
[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 underground, i be bobby boulders
Wu-tang clan on yo' mind one time
It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga...
Hook: paulissa morgan
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-tang is the cd that i travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
[meth]
Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off course (off course)
Follow me, wu-tang gotta be
The best thing since stocks in clark wallabees [zzzh]
African killers bees black watch (black watch)
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [zzzh]
From park hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill [blblbh!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [boom!]
Elbow grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [boom!]
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...]
[u-god]
I'm the kid with the golden arms
[meth]
And i'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [aaaah!] pass the blunt
My nigga don't front
You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [cough]
Now i'm chokin, smokin, hopin
I don't croakin, from overdosin...
Hey kid, [walk straight as a i...]
Wu and meth got you open (open), let's ride
Can't stand niggas that floss too much
Can't stand bentleys they cost too much
Kid wanna get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck
I'm the one that called your bluff
When your boy tried to act tough...
Remember what old dirty said, i'll fuck yo' ass up!
Now listen
[meth over hook]
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...
[ghostface]
E with the english, extinguish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup
Stepped out like what
What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo
Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks, rock those all day
1960 shit i'm goldie
That's right motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, las vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, ghost bang out condos
Jeff from hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old
[raekwon]
Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here
The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you
That's what i'm talkin 'bout
[u-god]
Yo, step to my groove, move like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the techs and loot this
Executin, shakin all sets, and i'm breakin all hecks
I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to bake
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part i take, heavy darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's park hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits...
On the go, check the flow, sayin wu don't rock shit...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets
I hear the hot shit
[meth over hook to end]
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14. _ Do You Really (thang Thang)
Yo, 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 heard you ladies got them thang thangs
Do you really?
I heard you niggas like to bang bang
Do you really?
[streetlife]
I never been a fan of the fame
I got love for the game
Never lust for the dames
I got dust in my veins
Hit 'em off in the brain
Kid talks but its lame
Sniffed a little blow with the rap eddie kane
Spent a lot of dough, its so hard to explain
And i fucked a lot of bitches off the strength of the name
Wu tang see me in the next lex with the game
Snowboarding down a ski range, its a blue and grey frame
Keep, pointing the finger, i'm that nigga to blame
The main reson why you duck the chain
Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain
And i'm leaving the rap game the same way i came
[method man]
Now creep with me, as i roll through the stat
Little meth got my back, little pinky fat-fat
Let me hit that (draws), contact, learn how to act
Before you bring that drama the end; i'll fade to black
Positive, i hate kids who tell me lies
Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy
Got 9 lives, 9 wives that dont listen
Bitchin' their biological clocks is tickin'
Wu limited edition hot off the presses
I guess its, curtains for competition
Method, runnin' 'em out, gun in my mouth
The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house
After midnight eatin' emcees chase through suburbia
You tremblin', behind a crumblin' wall, surrenderin'
Thats what you get, for rushin' in the direction i was bustin'
Polish your sword, your shit is rustin'
[hook x2]
[masta killa]
1,2, testin', testin', mic check wreckin'
Step into the session
Automatic weapon off safety
Dont play me
Butt brings all them things with silencers
My clans liver than your average '85er
Strive to stay alive
I play for keeps in the streets
Cos its real on the battlefield
Shells hit the ground from the steel
Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind
Words combine when i rhyme to feed the blind
Prepare my queen for battle and walk down
I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance
Game word bond, sword silenced
Me in military fatigues bulletproof underneath
Buy enough ammunition,go round and sweep the streets
Of brooklyn, central, sugar-whipped the rental
While i'm lickin out the window at y'all
Fuck y'all
[hook x2]
[inspectah deck]
Yo,
We thrive on street life
We strive to eat right
They blindin' these sight
We tried to be nice
They talk the small talk
We walk the long walk
We lost, they all thought
They forced to fall short
We rock for hard rock
Rocked the hot blocks
Shop and cop rocks
Watch the top notch in action
Begin to make 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 for their 20 mill then buckle them
Enough to spin out the blue, bitches lovin' them
Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten
Stumblin' thug passions, it must've been
[hook x4]
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15. _ Do You Really (Thang, Thang)
Yo, 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: Method Man) I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs, do you really? I heard you niggas like to bang bang, do you really? I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs, do you really? I heard you niggas like to bang bang, do you really? [StreetLife] I never been a fan of the fame, I got love for the game Never lust for the dames, I got dust in my veins Little off in the brain, kid talks but its lame Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane Spent a lot of dough, it's so hard to explain And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the name Wu-Tang see me at the next Lex with the game Snowboardin down a ski range, its a blue and grey frame Keep, pointin the finger, I'm that nigga to blame The main reson why you tuck the chain Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain And I'm leavin the rap game the same way I came [Method Man] Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat Little Meth got my back, little pinky fat-fat Let me hit that {*inhale*} contact, learn how to act Before you bring that drama the end; I'll fade to black Positive, hate kids who tell me lies Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy Got 9 lives, 9 wives that don't listen Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin Wu limited edition - hot off the presses I guess it's, curtains for competition Method, runnin em out, gun in my mouth The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house After midnight eatin emcees chase through suburbia You tremblin, behind the Kremlin wall, surrenderin That's what you get for Russian/rushin, in the direction I was bustin Polish your sword, your shit is rustin [Hook] [Masta Killa] 1,2, testin', testin', mic check wreckin' Step into the session Automatic weapon off safety Dont play me Butt brings all them things with silencers My clans liver than your average '85er Strive to stay alive I play for keeps in the streets Cos its real on the battlefield Shells hit the ground from the steel Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind Words combine when I rhyme to feed the blind Prepare my queen for battle and walk down I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance Game word bond, sword silenced Me in military fatigues bulletproof underneath Buy enough ammunition,go round and sweep the streets Of Brooklyn, Central, sugar-whipped the rental While I'm lickin out the window at y'all Fuck y'all [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Yo, we thrive on street life We strive to eat right They blindin' these sight We tried to be nice They talk the small talk We walk the long walk We lost, they all thought They forced to fall short We rock for hard rock Rocked the hot blocks Shop and cop rocks Watch the top notch in action Begin to make 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 for their 20 mill then buckle them Enough to spin out the blue, bitches lovin' them Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten Stumblin' thug passions, it must've been [Hook] - 2X more free lyrics |
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