Serving Justice Lyrics
| Song | Serving Justice |
| Artist | Killarmy |
| Album | Dirty Weaponry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bougard, Delvalle, Grant ... | |
| Chorus: P. | |
| R. Terrorist (9th Prince) | |
| Yo yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| Wu-Tang publish (Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice) | |
| Yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| Wu-Tang publish (Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches) [P.R. Terrorist] | |
| Apocalypse at my finter tips | |
| Sense ya tight grip exit a clip | |
| Fill with engraved initials of lyrical nondescripts | |
| On my hitlist, terrorist tartest, | |
| I never miss | |
| Strike a bullseye, say bonzai and ball my fist [Killa Sin] | |
| Yo I could pull da livest shit hang-gliding off the side of a cliff | |
| Country western bitch been known to chokehold on my dick | |
| Roll a spliff the size of dynamite sticks | |
| Sideswipe you and the mic boot | |
| Strike you till you yodle or ya name miss | |
| Make ya brain shift like earthquake plates in | |
| Vegas North | |
| Flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face lift | |
| Crack ya jaw in three different places leave you speechless [P.R. Terrorist] | |
| Speak with a lisp | |
| Lyrics of force'll skip ya disk | |
| Shuffle your track, bring ya shit back then make ya piss thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed against ya wrist | |
| Vocals bangin' off da walls of ya drums | |
| You can't resist | |
| Sudden impact, yeah jetblack | |
| Shine like | |
| Shalack Flashdance on 4th | |
| Disciple tracks, | |
| They off the meat rack | |
| The combinations's like one in a million | |
| Puerto Rican quarter bizillion | |
| Seven wise men making a killing | |
| In this rapworld, shattering niggas like glass buildings | |
| When my wind blow, you crabs move slow | |
| Murder you dolo, take ya heads off | |
| Riding a horse like playing polo [Killa Sin] | |
| I flow faster than | |
| Skolettos | |
| Used to hesitate to let go | |
| Now my darts echo for blocks and travel north rapidly like | |
| Metro Clap happy, rap cat get at me, wit ya faculty | |
| See half of them is petro, or deadly like fat ass is in the sex so | |
| Ya buttersoft, sweet talking, sweet walking niggas get ya neck broke for asking | |
| See I aim kid and my | |
| A stay missing in action | |
| Fire back when niggas start clapping | |
| Make it happen | |
| Chorus: P. | |
| R. Terrorist (9th Prince) | |
| Yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| Wu-Tang publish (Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice) | |
| Yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| [9th Prince] | Wu-Tang publish (Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches) |
| I use niggas for target practice | |
| This year | |
| I plan to fuck the baddest actress | |
| On my waterbed | |
| Wu mattress | |
| I'm from the tribe of | |
| Shabazz, your alpine endurance | |
| Rhyme insurance, was stolen by the thief of | |
| Bagdad It's the world's greatest soundscanner | |
| Whose elbows is made of steel like | |
| Tito Santana | |
| The God's voicebox connects with high frequencies, | |
| Satellites and antennas, | |
| Prince Saddam is | |
| Shaolin's | |
| Highlander, with | |
| Evander Holyfield stamina | |
| I'll punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya liver | |
| Wrap ya body in a plastic bag, and tell my fans | |
| My new dance is "Dead Man Floating In A River" my | |
| Kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear visions like transition lenses | |
| I rose with the illest, cross ya fingers you superstitious | |
| I'll still murder your ass, with influence of insanity conditions | |
| RZA and 4th | |
| Disciple tracks, make me wanna grab an axe | |
| Prince Saddam's a lyrical lumberjack | |
| A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy crawler | |
| With a sawed-off shottie, rock the party, | |
| Go stick up the lobby | |
| Chorus: P. | |
| R. Terrorist (9th Prince) | |
| Yo yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| Wu-Tang publish (Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice) | |
| Yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| Wu-Tang publish (Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches) |
| zuo qu : Bougard, Delvalle, Grant ... | |
| Chorus: P. | |
| R. Terrorist 9th Prince | |
| Yo yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| WuTang publish Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice | |
| Yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| WuTang publish Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches P. R. Terrorist | |
| Apocalypse at my finter tips | |
| Sense ya tight grip exit a clip | |
| Fill with engraved initials of lyrical nondescripts | |
| On my hitlist, terrorist tartest, | |
| I never miss | |
| Strike a bullseye, say bonzai and ball my fist Killa Sin | |
| Yo I could pull da livest shit hanggliding off the side of a cliff | |
| Country western bitch been known to chokehold on my dick | |
| Roll a spliff the size of dynamite sticks | |
| Sideswipe you and the mic boot | |
| Strike you till you yodle or ya name miss | |
| Make ya brain shift like earthquake plates in | |
| Vegas North | |
| Flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face lift | |
| Crack ya jaw in three different places leave you speechless P. R. Terrorist | |
| Speak with a lisp | |
| Lyrics of force' ll skip ya disk | |
| Shuffle your track, bring ya shit back then make ya piss thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed against ya wrist | |
| Vocals bangin' off da walls of ya drums | |
| You can' t resist | |
| Sudden impact, yeah jetblack | |
| Shine like | |
| Shalack Flashdance on 4th | |
| Disciple tracks, | |
| They off the meat rack | |
| The combinations' s like one in a million | |
| Puerto Rican quarter bizillion | |
| Seven wise men making a killing | |
| In this rapworld, shattering niggas like glass buildings | |
| When my wind blow, you crabs move slow | |
| Murder you dolo, take ya heads off | |
| Riding a horse like playing polo Killa Sin | |
| I flow faster than | |
| Skolettos | |
| Used to hesitate to let go | |
| Now my darts echo for blocks and travel north rapidly like | |
| Metro Clap happy, rap cat get at me, wit ya faculty | |
| See half of them is petro, or deadly like fat ass is in the sex so | |
| Ya buttersoft, sweet talking, sweet walking niggas get ya neck broke for asking | |
| See I aim kid and my | |
| A stay missing in action | |
| Fire back when niggas start clapping | |
| Make it happen | |
| Chorus: P. | |
| R. Terrorist 9th Prince | |
| Yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| WuTang publish Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice | |
| Yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| [9th Prince] | WuTang publish Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches |
| I use niggas for target practice | |
| This year | |
| I plan to fuck the baddest actress | |
| On my waterbed | |
| Wu mattress | |
| I' m from the tribe of | |
| Shabazz, your alpine endurance | |
| Rhyme insurance, was stolen by the thief of | |
| Bagdad It' s the world' s greatest soundscanner | |
| Whose elbows is made of steel like | |
| Tito Santana | |
| The God' s voicebox connects with high frequencies, | |
| Satellites and antennas, | |
| Prince Saddam is | |
| Shaolin' s | |
| Highlander, with | |
| Evander Holyfield stamina | |
| I' ll punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya liver | |
| Wrap ya body in a plastic bag, and tell my fans | |
| My new dance is " Dead Man Floating In A River" my | |
| Kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear visions like transition lenses | |
| I rose with the illest, cross ya fingers you superstitious | |
| I' ll still murder your ass, with influence of insanity conditions | |
| RZA and 4th | |
| Disciple tracks, make me wanna grab an axe | |
| Prince Saddam' s a lyrical lumberjack | |
| A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy crawler | |
| With a sawedoff shottie, rock the party, | |
| Go stick up the lobby | |
| Chorus: P. | |
| R. Terrorist 9th Prince | |
| Yo yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| WuTang publish Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice | |
| Yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| WuTang publish Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches |
| zuò qǔ : Bougard, Delvalle, Grant ... | |
| Chorus: P. | |
| R. Terrorist 9th Prince | |
| Yo yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| WuTang publish Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice | |
| Yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| WuTang publish Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches P. R. Terrorist | |
| Apocalypse at my finter tips | |
| Sense ya tight grip exit a clip | |
| Fill with engraved initials of lyrical nondescripts | |
| On my hitlist, terrorist tartest, | |
| I never miss | |
| Strike a bullseye, say bonzai and ball my fist Killa Sin | |
| Yo I could pull da livest shit hanggliding off the side of a cliff | |
| Country western bitch been known to chokehold on my dick | |
| Roll a spliff the size of dynamite sticks | |
| Sideswipe you and the mic boot | |
| Strike you till you yodle or ya name miss | |
| Make ya brain shift like earthquake plates in | |
| Vegas North | |
| Flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face lift | |
| Crack ya jaw in three different places leave you speechless P. R. Terrorist | |
| Speak with a lisp | |
| Lyrics of force' ll skip ya disk | |
| Shuffle your track, bring ya shit back then make ya piss thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed against ya wrist | |
| Vocals bangin' off da walls of ya drums | |
| You can' t resist | |
| Sudden impact, yeah jetblack | |
| Shine like | |
| Shalack Flashdance on 4th | |
| Disciple tracks, | |
| They off the meat rack | |
| The combinations' s like one in a million | |
| Puerto Rican quarter bizillion | |
| Seven wise men making a killing | |
| In this rapworld, shattering niggas like glass buildings | |
| When my wind blow, you crabs move slow | |
| Murder you dolo, take ya heads off | |
| Riding a horse like playing polo Killa Sin | |
| I flow faster than | |
| Skolettos | |
| Used to hesitate to let go | |
| Now my darts echo for blocks and travel north rapidly like | |
| Metro Clap happy, rap cat get at me, wit ya faculty | |
| See half of them is petro, or deadly like fat ass is in the sex so | |
| Ya buttersoft, sweet talking, sweet walking niggas get ya neck broke for asking | |
| See I aim kid and my | |
| A stay missing in action | |
| Fire back when niggas start clapping | |
| Make it happen | |
| Chorus: P. | |
| R. Terrorist 9th Prince | |
| Yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| WuTang publish Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice | |
| Yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| [9th Prince] | WuTang publish Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches |
| I use niggas for target practice | |
| This year | |
| I plan to fuck the baddest actress | |
| On my waterbed | |
| Wu mattress | |
| I' m from the tribe of | |
| Shabazz, your alpine endurance | |
| Rhyme insurance, was stolen by the thief of | |
| Bagdad It' s the world' s greatest soundscanner | |
| Whose elbows is made of steel like | |
| Tito Santana | |
| The God' s voicebox connects with high frequencies, | |
| Satellites and antennas, | |
| Prince Saddam is | |
| Shaolin' s | |
| Highlander, with | |
| Evander Holyfield stamina | |
| I' ll punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya liver | |
| Wrap ya body in a plastic bag, and tell my fans | |
| My new dance is " Dead Man Floating In A River" my | |
| Kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear visions like transition lenses | |
| I rose with the illest, cross ya fingers you superstitious | |
| I' ll still murder your ass, with influence of insanity conditions | |
| RZA and 4th | |
| Disciple tracks, make me wanna grab an axe | |
| Prince Saddam' s a lyrical lumberjack | |
| A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy crawler | |
| With a sawedoff shottie, rock the party, | |
| Go stick up the lobby | |
| Chorus: P. | |
| R. Terrorist 9th Prince | |
| Yo yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| WuTang publish Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice | |
| Yall niggas talk rubbish, we | |
| WuTang publish Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches |
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