New Wu Lyrics
| Song | New Wu |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | Only Built For Cuban Linx 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Coles, Diggs, Smith, Woods | |
| Uh-huh, what up son? | |
| YeahMaintaining, maintaining, you know? | |
| You good, right? | |
| Everything proper, still, right? | |
| Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man? | |
| Ain't nothing, | |
| I just want us to be on[Chorus: Method Man] | |
| Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that | |
| WComing through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu | |
| Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in | |
| All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin | |
| Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do | |
| Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the | |
| WuNow throw ya | |
| W's up, back from the slums, it be the | |
| Wu[Raekwon]love to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags | |
| Ski masks is on, g-wagsdont try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass | |
| You'll learn respect, burst when | |
| I askRhyme master busy, wizzy on the subject | |
| Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most | |
| Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three votesvillains is killa, gangstas flip notes | |
| Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information | |
| Vivid vacation, deliberation moments | |
| Move like '91 | |
| Romans, cloning everything | |
| Gents only, the rent's on the stove, | |
| I'm in Rome | |
| Maxed out, | |
| Amex style, my team gram bandits | |
| Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby | |
| Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit | |
| Padlocked down, my niggas won't have it[Chorus][Ghostface Killah] | |
| Aiyo, jumping out of | |
| Benz wagons, my family live in the | |
| HillThey call us | |
| Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up**** around get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef | |
| So watch how the kid turn it up | |
| Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle guage clobbering busters | |
| Eighteen niggas, bringing the ruckus | |
| Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work | |
| The trey eight'll blow one in your douljah | |
| When it's mad heat im mad calm, walk around | |
| Go collect, 36, over | |
| G bombMy inner strength flowing, | |
| I mastered chi kung | |
| Ya'll Planet of the | |
| Apes, standing next to | |
| King KongForensic files, ultraviolet hype, sky blue | |
| BowelsLaying niggas like ceramic tile | |
| I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pilekneeing niggas in the nuts, goddamn damn | |
| I'm foul[Chorus][Method Man] | |
| We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop thingslook bummy, grams in my pocket, | |
| Chef cook for me | |
| Blue Magic bundles, | |
| I'm dope, but on the humble | |
| I'm a good dude, don't short change me, see that's a hood rule | |
| Beer drinkin', | |
| Cuban Linking, new way of thinking | |
| God me thinking meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct | |
| This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock | |
| Then let these niggas know off top | |
| We rock fitted, dropkick it, | |
| I lived it if not quit it | |
| I pitched it, my pops sniffed it, need business, | |
| I'm not finished | |
| I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you bitching, the plot thicken | |
| I'm shitting the glock, spitting, if nigga don't stop snitching | |
| Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing | |
| And two divas wit they tops missing | |
| Now that's living to me, | |
| I'm what these kids is killing to be | |
| But I don't want my children to be |
| zuo qu : Coles, Diggs, Smith, Woods | |
| Uhhuh, what up son? | |
| YeahMaintaining, maintaining, you know? | |
| You good, right? | |
| Everything proper, still, right? | |
| Of course, come on, man, what' s the matter wit you, man? | |
| Ain' t nothing, | |
| I just want us to be on Chorus: Method Man | |
| Tell a friend, it' s that symbol again, that | |
| WComing through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu | |
| Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let' s get it in | |
| All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin | |
| Here we go, yo, ya' ll already know what it do | |
| Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the | |
| WuNow throw ya | |
| W' s up, back from the slums, it be the | |
| Wu Raekwon love to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags | |
| Ski masks is on, gwagsdont try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass | |
| You' ll learn respect, burst when | |
| I askRhyme master busy, wizzy on the subject | |
| Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most | |
| Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three votesvillains is killa, gangstas flip notes | |
| Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information | |
| Vivid vacation, deliberation moments | |
| Move like ' 91 | |
| Romans, cloning everything | |
| Gents only, the rent' s on the stove, | |
| I' m in Rome | |
| Maxed out, | |
| Amex style, my team gram bandits | |
| Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby | |
| Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit | |
| Padlocked down, my niggas won' t have it Chorus Ghostface Killah | |
| Aiyo, jumping out of | |
| Benz wagons, my family live in the | |
| HillThey call us | |
| Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up around get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef | |
| So watch how the kid turn it up | |
| Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle guage clobbering busters | |
| Eighteen niggas, bringing the ruckus | |
| Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work | |
| The trey eight' ll blow one in your douljah | |
| When it' s mad heat im mad calm, walk around | |
| Go collect, 36, over | |
| G bombMy inner strength flowing, | |
| I mastered chi kung | |
| Ya' ll Planet of the | |
| Apes, standing next to | |
| King KongForensic files, ultraviolet hype, sky blue | |
| BowelsLaying niggas like ceramic tile | |
| I' m like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pilekneeing niggas in the nuts, goddamn damn | |
| I' m foul Chorus Method Man | |
| We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop thingslook bummy, grams in my pocket, | |
| Chef cook for me | |
| Blue Magic bundles, | |
| I' m dope, but on the humble | |
| I' m a good dude, don' t short change me, see that' s a hood rule | |
| Beer drinkin', | |
| Cuban Linking, new way of thinking | |
| God me thinking meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct | |
| This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock | |
| Then let these niggas know off top | |
| We rock fitted, dropkick it, | |
| I lived it if not quit it | |
| I pitched it, my pops sniffed it, need business, | |
| I' m not finished | |
| I' m sniff too hot wit it, you bitching, the plot thicken | |
| I' m shitting the glock, spitting, if nigga don' t stop snitching | |
| Just what the block missing, the twoseater wit the top missing | |
| And two divas wit they tops missing | |
| Now that' s living to me, | |
| I' m what these kids is killing to be | |
| But I don' t want my children to be |
| zuò qǔ : Coles, Diggs, Smith, Woods | |
| Uhhuh, what up son? | |
| YeahMaintaining, maintaining, you know? | |
| You good, right? | |
| Everything proper, still, right? | |
| Of course, come on, man, what' s the matter wit you, man? | |
| Ain' t nothing, | |
| I just want us to be on Chorus: Method Man | |
| Tell a friend, it' s that symbol again, that | |
| WComing through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu | |
| Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let' s get it in | |
| All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin | |
| Here we go, yo, ya' ll already know what it do | |
| Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the | |
| WuNow throw ya | |
| W' s up, back from the slums, it be the | |
| Wu Raekwon love to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags | |
| Ski masks is on, gwagsdont try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass | |
| You' ll learn respect, burst when | |
| I askRhyme master busy, wizzy on the subject | |
| Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most | |
| Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three votesvillains is killa, gangstas flip notes | |
| Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information | |
| Vivid vacation, deliberation moments | |
| Move like ' 91 | |
| Romans, cloning everything | |
| Gents only, the rent' s on the stove, | |
| I' m in Rome | |
| Maxed out, | |
| Amex style, my team gram bandits | |
| Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby | |
| Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit | |
| Padlocked down, my niggas won' t have it Chorus Ghostface Killah | |
| Aiyo, jumping out of | |
| Benz wagons, my family live in the | |
| HillThey call us | |
| Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up around get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef | |
| So watch how the kid turn it up | |
| Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle guage clobbering busters | |
| Eighteen niggas, bringing the ruckus | |
| Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work | |
| The trey eight' ll blow one in your douljah | |
| When it' s mad heat im mad calm, walk around | |
| Go collect, 36, over | |
| G bombMy inner strength flowing, | |
| I mastered chi kung | |
| Ya' ll Planet of the | |
| Apes, standing next to | |
| King KongForensic files, ultraviolet hype, sky blue | |
| BowelsLaying niggas like ceramic tile | |
| I' m like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pilekneeing niggas in the nuts, goddamn damn | |
| I' m foul Chorus Method Man | |
| We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop thingslook bummy, grams in my pocket, | |
| Chef cook for me | |
| Blue Magic bundles, | |
| I' m dope, but on the humble | |
| I' m a good dude, don' t short change me, see that' s a hood rule | |
| Beer drinkin', | |
| Cuban Linking, new way of thinking | |
| God me thinking meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct | |
| This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock | |
| Then let these niggas know off top | |
| We rock fitted, dropkick it, | |
| I lived it if not quit it | |
| I pitched it, my pops sniffed it, need business, | |
| I' m not finished | |
| I' m sniff too hot wit it, you bitching, the plot thicken | |
| I' m shitting the glock, spitting, if nigga don' t stop snitching | |
| Just what the block missing, the twoseater wit the top missing | |
| And two divas wit they tops missing | |
| Now that' s living to me, | |
| I' m what these kids is killing to be | |
| But I don' t want my children to be |
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