作词 : Wu Tang Clan Scrape y'all motherf**kers This is my word when you see us When you see us flashing and shining And building and adding on Y'all niggaz just watch it hear me Only ones that who we got respect for Is them niggaz that we say peace to Hear me pay attention put your shoes on Yo my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again Pirahna niggaz bite dick yo Son it's on again What up he made a move try to assist it Listen kid yo you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop Back to the novel you Son it's logical How you figure God what flow on the track flip the obstacle Now my proposal rips the global From California to courts it's over God so taste the soul food Remember baggy jeans the Timberlands in November Shorty called me Santa in December But guess what my Wally's got messed up Autograph pressed up what blessed enough to blow your rest up We scrape that Land O' Lake that My dolo rapper get you sent back Represent the gentlemens who bent that Flash medallions like Italians la costra nostra We movin' through your hood like we supposed ta flexin' Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement So keep the bust the gun Boo Like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents Add on the billboard sloan Check it now you get the gold dick award It's like jail and it's the sixth floor Test me floating in the S E now let's see Half of y'all niggaz built your vine from my stress tree Faggots homos yo my flavor liver than a dobo Stay militant kid twist ya like bolo You f**king idiot playing with my Clan but you be fearin' it Fake one I'm guaranteed to make you take one Please y'all niggaz money's gettin' low But could you come back though Set up shop and get the fat glow Tired of y'all mostly inspired by y'all So what the deal now link up with us or put your shield down Faggot you f**k around punk We battle for cream nigga You want a pound crab Nah let his hand swing I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings No more said knew your chump ass was dead When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead It's Wu-Tang nigga ain't nuttin' changed nigga Still shame on a nigga who tried to run game Your version of perversion f**kin' bitches on Persian rugs Washin' niggaz like detergent it's the surgeon Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge Front page "Daily Chronicle" reads "Hell up in Gotham take heed and protect yo' seeds" You fall like autumn leaves you lack tranquility In your rap utilities to f**k with the abilities Race like a sperm cell to the ovary Microphone post tone like a rotary phone Ancient poems and poetry old sloans Explosive head bullets black hooded Timberland footed ninjas who full metal jacket clips And know how to put it in you Surrender your goods and your merchandise For no purchase price I'm certainly a heist For your ice and curtains and vice Come quietly Wu-Tang Clan rules society Because of variety so maintain your high anxiety And lead them to defy me diary ya Irie I need 18 points for my next joint this high annointed king To make a deal I be the one to appoint Steve Rifkind must have been sniffin' To catch somethin' so dope it left Monica Lynch pussy drippin' I f**k hundreds of bitches and split millions of dollars And built with thousands of scholars My life saga from the hill to the harbor Legal kid brown in Nicaragua Gave birth to MC's thieves and bank robbers We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips Fancy delicatessens and the world's best refreshment But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons Or my queen and my seeds in the home that I rest in Enter my zone get blown to 99 sections This rhyme has no limitations this time there's no hesitation Collecting minds at the door you want it niggaz it's yours The flavors raw what the f**k you think I'm flowing for It's rhyme and reason bite the bullet Niggaz is foul and it's duck season We at odds 'til we even motherf**ker Bad asses high times lower classes Taste mine straight shots in dirty glasses Bring it to him room service under pressure And mad nervy wavin' guns at the clergy Ticallion we ain't worried Keep them sick niggaz seven-thirty Picture this watch the birdy These bastards is Ol' and Dirty With sharp pins that be stabbing you Pins and needles needles and pins 'Nuff said dick in your mouth like Tempest Bled' As I race track with thoroughbreds duckin' the feds Yo my ice look fly up on the keyboard son Niggaz ran up on me law praising what we do by the lords That's right exile the fake hit them niggaz like weight Feed 'em food let the fake evaporate Reconstruction that's the whole science on my production Y'all niggas guess who stuck son left his nuts hungs Switch finger itch starin at you like a bitch Maybe y'all niggaz snitched Youse a loner Adidas shell top while I Sip a Corona read the Robb Report then bone her Buy you some jewels here's some food Not neccessarily mean to be rude boo check out the analoo We in the mushrooms chased the high neck in the custom Baggy jeans thick ropes God sliding through customs Chill y'all niggaz know what time it is James Bond Beamers behind me on Bacardi Limon Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan he caught a slug for lyin' Yeah you was lyin' where's the cash cryin' Militia rollin' in position Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian Lex retali' back whistlin' fake f**ks