Drunk Tongue (feat. Killa Sin)

Song Drunk Tongue (feat. Killa Sin)
Artist Wu-Tang Clan
Album Legendary Weapons

Lyrics

[00:00.05] I don't give a damn!
[00:02.18] I'll kill anyone in my way
[00:17.47] Homicide city shit
[00:20.03] Homicide city shit
[00:21.92] Yeah yeah, homicide, yo
[00:23.48] You see the neck lit, fist glisten,
[00:25.98] chain drippin, lane shiftin
[00:27.35] Riding dirty dirty,
[00:28.41] got that thang, know I stay grippin
[00:30.29] Facin life with it or without it bitch it's same difference
[00:32.85] Lames drippin if it's day or night
[00:34.54] I'ma bang with it
[00:35.61] Situation's sickenin niggaz broke,
[00:37.24] and they cain't fix it
[00:38.49] Dough is all I know so if you slip it
[00:40.88] , then I cain't miss it
[00:42.30] Ain't mention Sin and broke niggaz,
[00:43.51] in the same sentence
[00:44.35] Got the game twisted,
[00:45.42] mayne listen, say pimpin
[00:46.53] what you pushin?
[00:47.54] Product pumpin like a piston hardly gettin by
[00:49.23] Or probably gettin high off what you pitchin,
[00:50.85] while we sittin fly
[00:51.66] Tryin to keep it simplified,
[00:53.10] movin like we Semper Fi
[00:54.61] My niggaz is born to ride,
[00:56.11] y'all niggaz get sent to die
[00:57.54] All you do is mention I,
[00:58.73] general exemplify
[00:59.23] Sin City been gritty,
[01:01.32] ten city enterprise
[01:02.67] About to make it twenty-five,
[01:04.17] utilize my witty mind
[01:05.54] to improvise my goal to reach the,
[01:07.35] all-time city high
[01:08.41] You don't want the semi flyin nine at your Hemi fine
[01:11.22] All you gotta do is send me mine,
[01:13.04] you got plenty time
[01:14.11] Mad cause my ones up,
[01:15.22] and scared cause my guns bust
[01:16.73] God's mind is divine,
[01:17.56] I'll shine on you dumb fucks
[01:18.93] Sin never dumbstruck,
[01:20.18] dram'n on the dump pumps
[01:21.82] Hit any man in the face they're like,
[01:23.73] sanitation dump trucks
[01:24.48] Dodge magnum chunks up,
[01:25.86] big enough to slug thugs out
[01:27.31] The bubble butts hop off the cots to play double dutch
[01:29.74] Glock in a double clutch,
[01:31.00] you don't want no trouble trust
[01:32.37] Rug cutter you're jugular,
[01:33.20] promise you your blood'll gush
[01:34.44] Dead smack in front of us get
[01:37.04] clapped dead you front on us
[01:38.31] Your back ledge,
[01:38.87] you rats feds can't front like you one of us
[01:40.80] Stack like
[01:41.68] from the winter 'til the summer come
[01:42.89] Upgrade to made,
[01:43.70] that's when the Benzs and the Hummers come
[01:46.67] I ain't want no Hummer stunt,
[01:48.17] ask how I stack well like Maxwell
[01:49.79] Nigga tryin do a little some'n some'n