作曲 : Bougard, Wu-Tang Clan
Aiyyo  I roll like a bat out of hell
Evil acapell's fly spittin' out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime colors
Juicy as a Sunkist  certain broads double dutch this
They carve it in they wrist  pales berry blazes
Straighten the crumbs left on the stove clothes in my lady hair
Plus yours the look gold God  the old tainted bald technique
Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips
Jumpin' out they seats  eighteen  Bronzeman Part II
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
We in your hood we might circle  hats down low in the Range
Switch lanes  change my tire  peel out
Real loud on the stage yo  I shitted on your hood kid
I shitted on your hood  got to your burner too late
I'm lookin' real good  draped out  shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece
Your girlfriend  c'mere
Oh shit  you my man's niece  the gourmet pocket twenty
Bombs made of clay  Sexcapades take place
We f**ked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio
Time slap your engineer  it's lighter fluid to that style
Hand me the matches now
Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist  now what's this
Niggaz bless this  eight and a half  Bally banana twist
E shakes  puffin' on lye  feedin' the seed's plate
Pullin' out  old dirty eights to rob gates
Major wake up  the kid telltales  make a nigga head wake up
Beats break  the nigga would take off his time
Honolulu status  gladdest
The rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands
That nigga mad savage  stationary Hall of Justice
Niggaz came clumped out
Just came home  now they bunked out
Money be longer than triple life
'Til the sun burn out  that's my word  move it with the burner out
Fidel way of thinkin'  roll with the Mac bent Ac-10
Most of my team  Five Percent check what the live said
Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo
Holdin' my nuts  f**kin' thousand dollar lesbians
Yo  the Older God put me on and had to rock this
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
It only takes a lesson a day  just to analyze life
One time in the respectable mind
Yo  the Older God put me on and had to rock this
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
It only takes a lesson a day  just to analyze life
One time in the respectable mind
Let the shot spark  soon as his pit bull barks
Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
Witness  forget his original statement
Even in protection programs there's no escapement
Gunned down  we in town  hit king from seven crowns
Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded  back in the eighty three summer heat
Up in three-oh-nine park  rhymin' off the drummer's beat
I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks
All lookin' stank  I ain't playin' wit a full deck
And as they nervously stare  I know they scared
They saw the coming of Wu  the neon in Times Square
Household name  assassin  killa bee
Mill to the grain  that posses the Wu  trilogy
Quick to spot those that bite camouflage and blend
Those that got styles  they got identical twins
Don't stretch the small thing  copycats are finnicky
Without skills  they master the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the whole page
Your unspotted life on the mic is old age