Heaterz - Explicit Version Lyrics
| Song | Heaterz - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Wu-Tang Clan |
| Artist | Cappadonna |
| Album | Wu-Tang Forever (Explicit) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Harris, Hill, Wu Tang Clan | |
| Hang glide for my nigga | |
| TicalYo, word to | |
| God we run this whole shit, son | |
| Right that's my word | |
| Guaranteed you're dealin' with the invincible | |
| That's my word, | |
| Persian legacy one time, one time | |
| Check the science of the black man | |
| Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here | |
| Yo Shorty cross your arms | |
| Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year | |
| Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer | |
| Rocky road roll dark greener | |
| Cream fade mas, name your | |
| God Ukarema | |
| Shout out | |
| Medina, federaloes | |
| NoxzemaMe jury cleaner, | |
| Million Man | |
| March screamers | |
| Rae Cartegna, cut your joint | |
| WolverineThe lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her | |
| How I got that yo, threw out the macker named | |
| GinaBust a shot, seen her, it ricocheted, tapped | |
| TinaNow I'm out, lampin' in | |
| Korea with | |
| TalimaWe moseyin', sweatsuit | |
| Adidas, best believe | |
| I got the black heater little joint, probably | |
| MoschinoYo, | |
| Bobby Robby, whattup, | |
| Max tried to follow me | |
| Sadaam loungin', clean up collect, like the laundry | |
| It's time yo swerve like the | |
| Nike lineWindbreaker | |
| Laker throw a jump shot scrape her | |
| Statuary yo floatin' that snatch-uary | |
| Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch | |
| Yo, this is | |
| MC wizardry, killa bee invasion | |
| Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients | |
| My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements | |
| Are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement | |
| I suplex your rap, left ruined like the | |
| AztecsParasites, double edge dice your larynx | |
| My hip-hop, swarmin' team locked inside the detox | |
| Under key flock, it's like | |
| B-block and | |
| E-glocksYou're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail | |
| I strike the cypher and let one survive to tell the tale | |
| Of my state of grace, | |
| I raise the stakes on snakes | |
| Knock 'em off like the big eights for takin' up space | |
| Never did fear 'em, stick 'em with the truth serum | |
| Who sent 'em, arrest 'em before my charge is ended | |
| Designated hitter flows with the transistor | |
| Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina | |
| Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster | |
| Before and after, | |
| I be self lord and master | |
| I be the Ironside, get touched with the chloride | |
| Take walk with the | |
| Nine Finger bandits worldwide | |
| Shaolin hillside, full of homicides | |
| Fuck you dissastified the double dyed black brown | |
| I adviseYo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout | |
| Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out | |
| I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed | |
| Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh | |
| It sound far fetched, mountain men that be rich | |
| You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched | |
| The Jeffrey | |
| Dahmer Notre | |
| Damer sing the song the strongest | |
| Brute force bullet hole straight through your chorus | |
| Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut | |
| A can of ass whoopin' flurry shake, break you fucks | |
| Struck, love crooks, why for lyin' hooks | |
| Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book | |
| This death bent doctrine, paper for the youth | |
| What remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth | |
| Last night, | |
| I took a trip down to | |
| Crown Heights | |
| Fast life, females are trife, stay tight | |
| I detect that parasite, satellite | |
| RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows | |
| My slang sound write secretary type | |
| Backflip on the mic, | |
| I'm the poor black man | |
| Workin' hard for the grand, | |
| I understand clear | |
| Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours | |
| My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours | |
| Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street | |
| Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack | |
| Wu article | |
| CappaFive, | |
| CD attackBut my talk stage live killa beehive | |
| Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts | |
| Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts | |
| Check out my arts, when | |
| I release my smarts | |
| Hot like Pop | |
| Tarts, aim me at the charts |
| zuo ci : Harris, Hill, Wu Tang Clan | |
| Hang glide for my nigga | |
| TicalYo, word to | |
| God we run this whole shit, son | |
| Right that' s my word | |
| Guaranteed you' re dealin' with the invincible | |
| That' s my word, | |
| Persian legacy one time, one time | |
| Check the science of the black man | |
| Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here | |
| Yo Shorty cross your arms | |
| Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year | |
| Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer | |
| Rocky road roll dark greener | |
| Cream fade mas, name your | |
| God Ukarema | |
| Shout out | |
| Medina, federaloes | |
| NoxzemaMe jury cleaner, | |
| Million Man | |
| March screamers | |
| Rae Cartegna, cut your joint | |
| WolverineThe lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her | |
| How I got that yo, threw out the macker named | |
| GinaBust a shot, seen her, it ricocheted, tapped | |
| TinaNow I' m out, lampin' in | |
| Korea with | |
| TalimaWe moseyin', sweatsuit | |
| Adidas, best believe | |
| I got the black heater little joint, probably | |
| MoschinoYo, | |
| Bobby Robby, whattup, | |
| Max tried to follow me | |
| Sadaam loungin', clean up collect, like the laundry | |
| It' s time yo swerve like the | |
| Nike lineWindbreaker | |
| Laker throw a jump shot scrape her | |
| Statuary yo floatin' that snatchuary | |
| Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch | |
| Yo, this is | |
| MC wizardry, killa bee invasion | |
| Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients | |
| My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements | |
| Are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement | |
| I suplex your rap, left ruined like the | |
| AztecsParasites, double edge dice your larynx | |
| My hiphop, swarmin' team locked inside the detox | |
| Under key flock, it' s like | |
| Bblock and | |
| EglocksYou' re ill, your trail end thoughts are frail | |
| I strike the cypher and let one survive to tell the tale | |
| Of my state of grace, | |
| I raise the stakes on snakes | |
| Knock ' em off like the big eights for takin' up space | |
| Never did fear ' em, stick ' em with the truth serum | |
| Who sent ' em, arrest ' em before my charge is ended | |
| Designated hitter flows with the transistor | |
| Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina | |
| Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster | |
| Before and after, | |
| I be self lord and master | |
| I be the Ironside, get touched with the chloride | |
| Take walk with the | |
| Nine Finger bandits worldwide | |
| Shaolin hillside, full of homicides | |
| Fuck you dissastified the double dyed black brown | |
| I adviseYo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout | |
| Eyes dusty, wet, buttnaked with my dick out | |
| I' m direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed | |
| Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh | |
| It sound far fetched, mountain men that be rich | |
| You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched | |
| The Jeffrey | |
| Dahmer Notre | |
| Damer sing the song the strongest | |
| Brute force bullet hole straight through your chorus | |
| Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut | |
| A can of ass whoopin' flurry shake, break you fucks | |
| Struck, love crooks, why for lyin' hooks | |
| Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book | |
| This death bent doctrine, paper for the youth | |
| What remains, a sabertoothed tiger in the booth | |
| Last night, | |
| I took a trip down to | |
| Crown Heights | |
| Fast life, females are trife, stay tight | |
| I detect that parasite, satellite | |
| RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows | |
| My slang sound write secretary type | |
| Backflip on the mic, | |
| I' m the poor black man | |
| Workin' hard for the grand, | |
| I understand clear | |
| Don' t fear, peep my new gear it' s different from yours | |
| My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours | |
| Don' t you wait to say peace, the kid from the street | |
| Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack | |
| Wu article | |
| CappaFive, | |
| CD attackBut my talk stage live killa beehive | |
| Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts | |
| Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts | |
| Check out my arts, when | |
| I release my smarts | |
| Hot like Pop | |
| Tarts, aim me at the charts |
| zuò cí : Harris, Hill, Wu Tang Clan | |
| Hang glide for my nigga | |
| TicalYo, word to | |
| God we run this whole shit, son | |
| Right that' s my word | |
| Guaranteed you' re dealin' with the invincible | |
| That' s my word, | |
| Persian legacy one time, one time | |
| Check the science of the black man | |
| Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here | |
| Yo Shorty cross your arms | |
| Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year | |
| Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer | |
| Rocky road roll dark greener | |
| Cream fade mas, name your | |
| God Ukarema | |
| Shout out | |
| Medina, federaloes | |
| NoxzemaMe jury cleaner, | |
| Million Man | |
| March screamers | |
| Rae Cartegna, cut your joint | |
| WolverineThe lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her | |
| How I got that yo, threw out the macker named | |
| GinaBust a shot, seen her, it ricocheted, tapped | |
| TinaNow I' m out, lampin' in | |
| Korea with | |
| TalimaWe moseyin', sweatsuit | |
| Adidas, best believe | |
| I got the black heater little joint, probably | |
| MoschinoYo, | |
| Bobby Robby, whattup, | |
| Max tried to follow me | |
| Sadaam loungin', clean up collect, like the laundry | |
| It' s time yo swerve like the | |
| Nike lineWindbreaker | |
| Laker throw a jump shot scrape her | |
| Statuary yo floatin' that snatchuary | |
| Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch | |
| Yo, this is | |
| MC wizardry, killa bee invasion | |
| Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients | |
| My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements | |
| Are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement | |
| I suplex your rap, left ruined like the | |
| AztecsParasites, double edge dice your larynx | |
| My hiphop, swarmin' team locked inside the detox | |
| Under key flock, it' s like | |
| Bblock and | |
| EglocksYou' re ill, your trail end thoughts are frail | |
| I strike the cypher and let one survive to tell the tale | |
| Of my state of grace, | |
| I raise the stakes on snakes | |
| Knock ' em off like the big eights for takin' up space | |
| Never did fear ' em, stick ' em with the truth serum | |
| Who sent ' em, arrest ' em before my charge is ended | |
| Designated hitter flows with the transistor | |
| Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina | |
| Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster | |
| Before and after, | |
| I be self lord and master | |
| I be the Ironside, get touched with the chloride | |
| Take walk with the | |
| Nine Finger bandits worldwide | |
| Shaolin hillside, full of homicides | |
| Fuck you dissastified the double dyed black brown | |
| I adviseYo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout | |
| Eyes dusty, wet, buttnaked with my dick out | |
| I' m direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed | |
| Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh | |
| It sound far fetched, mountain men that be rich | |
| You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched | |
| The Jeffrey | |
| Dahmer Notre | |
| Damer sing the song the strongest | |
| Brute force bullet hole straight through your chorus | |
| Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut | |
| A can of ass whoopin' flurry shake, break you fucks | |
| Struck, love crooks, why for lyin' hooks | |
| Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book | |
| This death bent doctrine, paper for the youth | |
| What remains, a sabertoothed tiger in the booth | |
| Last night, | |
| I took a trip down to | |
| Crown Heights | |
| Fast life, females are trife, stay tight | |
| I detect that parasite, satellite | |
| RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows | |
| My slang sound write secretary type | |
| Backflip on the mic, | |
| I' m the poor black man | |
| Workin' hard for the grand, | |
| I understand clear | |
| Don' t fear, peep my new gear it' s different from yours | |
| My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours | |
| Don' t you wait to say peace, the kid from the street | |
| Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack | |
| Wu article | |
| CappaFive, | |
| CD attackBut my talk stage live killa beehive | |
| Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts | |
| Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts | |
| Check out my arts, when | |
| I release my smarts | |
| Hot like Pop | |
| Tarts, aim me at the charts |
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