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Ironman
by Ghostface Killah
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Overall Rating:
3.1342
Avg. Critic Score:
3.2000
Ironman Lyrics
Lyrics
Disc
Track
Title
- (feat. Raekwon, Cappadonna)
- [Intro: (from the motion picture "Fresh")]
- (What you doin' on our turf, punk?
- Got a message for Smokey.
- Give it.
- You Smokey, man?
- Give it!
- If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message
- Motherfucker, I said gimme the message!
- It's from Willie, in the slam.
- Nigga, you been busted?
- Yeah, the man picked me up.
- Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu! Now gimme the message.
- Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1-3. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to
- keep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick
- around for awhile.
- Naw, that's out, man. You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like
- you?
- Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn 'em) Just me and you, motherfucker, just
- me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye!)
- (Portrayin', won't be payin'. Uh huh, Uh huh)
- (Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it's on this one)
- [Raekwon:]
- Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs
- Deluxe rap cavaliers
- Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs
- [Chorus: Raekwon]
- Sit back jollyin'
- My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'
- Drug Somalians pollyin'
- [Verse One: Raekwon]
- Many raps they crochetin'
- Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin'
- But haven't been payin'
- For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear
- Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade
- Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid
- Guzzle this shit like Gatorade
- Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede
- Connectin' with the hot style is done
- Light up a chalis
- I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest
- Come on now, long-dick style
- Niggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit out
- Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
- Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be
- Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
- Skiin' off by P.M.
- Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
- Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians
- The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on
- When I go bury me wit Valow on
- (They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after I
- get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. Fuck 'em up bad)
- [Verse Two: Ghostface]
- 'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank and thrust
- Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus
- We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label
- Hittin' white-label, left the Winnebago unstable
- Smooth sailin', walked in, my earth started kneelin'
- Started stealin', I'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlay
- Kicked up, mack, max motion
- Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent
- Louisville mix pain kill rap, Fuck benadryl
- The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill
- Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches
- My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless
- Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror
- Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura
- We sit back on Malayan islands
- Sippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin'
- [(Break) Raekwon:]
- Sit back jollyin', Uh huh, Uh huh
- Uh huh, Uh huh, Sit back jollyin'
- Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh
- [(Chorus) x 2]
- Sit back
- [Verse Three: Cappadonna]
- Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard
- Rap para-medical the wizard
- Cappadonna, never caterin' to none
- My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter
- You oughta five thousand back across the water
- My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory
- Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
- I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
- One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin'
- I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'
- For violatin' my position,
- I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission
- Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
- Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
- Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy
- You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me
- 'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day
- Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel
- Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal
- Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'
- Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin'
- When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle
- I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical
- Every evenin', I have a by myself meetin'
- Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'
- From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare
- I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair
- Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom
- I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it
- Gimme my rewards
- (The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin'
- out. I want 'em gotten. 'Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to be
- taken off of here. That's right.)
- [Intro: (from the motion picture "J.D.'s Revenge")]
- That was the best fuckin I ever had.
- That's because you been dealin with Dasheese
- You gotta leave? Where you goin sugar?
- I got business to take care of
- [Ghostface]: No shit.
- Shit that's my old man, shit!
- Ya better go talk to him
- [Ghostface]
- No smokin alarms[8X]
- I'm mind shockin, body rockin, earth shakin, money makin
- Sittin high, lookin fly, drinkin on the best wine...
- [Ghostface]
- Yo bitch I fucked your friend, yeah you stank hoe
- I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol
- She put me on to mega-shit, bout to slap the bitch
- She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich
- It took place late night on February 17th
- Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine
- Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cash
- Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
- While I was on tour, whore, you went to work
- Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt
- You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm
- Where's you at, hoe? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm'
- That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me
- Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary?
- You crab bitch, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros
- I'm the first nigga that had you watchin flicks by DeNiro
- You gained crazy points, baby, just bein with God
- Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard
- I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessin
- You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifestin
- You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all
- I fucked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls
- Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross
- I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
- You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength
- You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranked
- But you had to fuck this rasta-head ass nigga
- I shoulda slapped ya but the Gods said chilllllllll
- That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab"
- I'm wonderin how many times your hot ass got stabbed
- You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains
- Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro
- I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt
- It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
- But fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs
- Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables
- Whistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spin
- If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in
- My dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak
- Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape
- I'm God, cipher divine love my pussy real fine
- That means clean the FDS smell with a shine
- Word up, respect that hoe
- (feat. Raekwon)
- [Raekwon:]
- (Yaknowhatimsayin'? You on the corners and shit. Ya know? Just gotta be on
- something. Hands down shit. YaknowhatImean? Just keepin' ya eyes and ears open
- at all times while we rhyme and shine. For my dedicated niggas who love this
- shit. Doin' this like this. Word up. What's the phenomenon? Carry on Don.
- Tranquilizin'.)
- [Verse One: Raekwon]
- Ay yo, movin' on these niggas like they old soul, bro
- You know how we go, we go shift 'em out like Paleco
- Fine, proteges off top connectin' like a buildin'
- Four dollar whylin' niggas buildin', savin' the children
- Come on now, check out the view like a oceanfront
- Slow motion in cunt, takin' what we want
- You know a kid asiatic, holdin' power like a Craftmatic
- You like your fish fried or battered, that day he ratted
- Check out the movies from Guyana, just eatin' in Atlanta
- Makin' some pirate moves out of Savannah
- Yeah, rock them niggas like jewelry
- Arabics movin' blow like aerobics
- That's when his nose itch, yeah
- That means it's all in effect
- I'm hittin' you, I'm hittin' Buddha
- Island Bermuda, send that twenty-shot Ruger
- Continue to slam and mend you like a venue
- Get all up in you, oh yeah your friend too, respect Wu
- Yeah, keep the faggot niggas watery
- Rhyme for rich niggas who supported me, shorty pussy extorted me
- So it's a science now, RZA, cuttin' they pockets like scissors
- Cindafella found him a Wally slipper
- Splashin' ends in the glass Benz in Nevada
- Flashin' gems, eight-and-a-half Tim state robber
- All my life been on some foul shit besides kidnap a child shit
- Get on some foul and proud shit
- Cheatin' many Koreans bein' all that I can be an'
- Put down on thirty keys an' get to fleein'
- Light up a tree an'
- Don't be breezin' like a blowdryer
- Yo, you's a liar like Jeremiah gamin' on the flyer
- Yo, but buryin' niggas is carryin'
- Thug drug marryin', hittin' Marion off at the Clarion
- All my Spanish niggas love us
- We movin' like rush ya, bone crush ya
- At the flick, stick to usher
- Broke niggas, spot 'em like Cascade
- in the street Masquerade
- Faster Blade
- (feat. Raekwon)
- Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right
- I got to take him off of here
- Cause there's only one, and that's me
- You understand? For all that fighting, you understand
- that sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me
- and I know he can't whoop me, I...
- Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump
- You understand?
- Let me get mines first
- Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do...
- [Ghostface]
- Yeah, scandalous
- Yeah miraculous, the arsonists
- Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260
- 2L, I heard they had O's for sale
- I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip
- Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate
- Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusalem
- Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him
- Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the God
- He go with Tim, the one who called Lover of God
- Y. E.quality S.elf, I know the natural law now
- It's time to get the God U and blow like mines
- But on the Iow I heard he got BORN original sin
- Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his Ac
- We got to get him Dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread
- U.F.O.'s movin in with bigger plans than Fed, yo
- Knock on Daddy-O's door get the scope
- He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope
- There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff
- That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums
- Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda
- She drive a green Honda, with legs like Jane Fonda
- I just left her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then
- jetted to Canal to get her man some Clarks
- She said be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid
- She say, peace to W, who's watchin the kids?
- [Raekwon]
- Two hours later, scheamin like DeNiro in Casino
- Son better have more coke than Al Pacino
- Keana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half
- and Tymeek bought her a aircraft
- But anyway, yo, Daddy-O home, we need the shotties nidow
- When we get back, throw you a bit out
- Later that night, stay mesmerized yo
- Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Marriot
- You ready, you got the E&J and the machete?
- We goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty
- We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists
- Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I handle this
- Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical
- Natural, fuckin a white bitch, actual
- fiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef, handle it"
- I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn
- Ran to the back analyzin, much disguisin
- Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized
- and buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it
- Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby
- Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin
- Fake cats announcin on the block, you loungin
- Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin
- (Yo Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin
- Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back
- Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at)
- Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary
- Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery
- It's in the kitchen in the ceiling
- (Baby girl kept squealin
- Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand
- Ohhh shit! Yo, yo where that shit at yo?
- Yo Chef, where that shit? What? What? Aiyyo...)
- (feat. RZA,Raekwon,Inspectah Deck,Masta Killa)
- [Raekwon:]What? Hey yo!
- [Intro: (from the motion picture "The Usual Suspects")]
- There's no coke!
- What?
- You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke!
- What the fuck do you mean, there's no coke?
- I've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room!
- There's gotta be coke!
- There is nothing! NOTHING!
- Huh, uh, uh, help please!
- Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot*
- [Intro Two: Masta Killa]
- It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk...
- It's assassination, I sta...
- It's assassination day...
- It's assassination day, I
- [Verse One: Inspectah Deck]
- Ryzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh
- I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light
- Invite the fight, we all die tonight
- The life I lived, a 25 to life bid
- Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive
- CREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk
- Three G's accost in Supreme Court
- White lies and blackmail land me back in jail
- We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail
- Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind
- It comes time I take back what was once mine
- Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter
- Devil's poisonin the birth water
- The earth daughter rest her head on my chest
- Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest
- While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin
- Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh
- Trapped in deep-water gaspin
- I Clash With the Titans from my half on the action
- [Verse Two: RZA]
- I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears
- Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears
- You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered
- Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted
- MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic
- Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice
- You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable
- One nation under God, indivisible
- With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches
- Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches
- Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel
- Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable
- Interchangable, caution flameable
- My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles
- And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle
- Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal
- Retrieve through your doors
- Seep out like sweat through the pores
- Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare
- [Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef]
- (Assassination day)
- First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon
- Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon
- Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb
- Action word, flowing like a blackbird
- God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw
- He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah
- You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga
- Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras
- You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high
- Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin it like they blew top snow
- You won't play me like your lady
- Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby
- Final destination Haiti
- [Verse Four: Masta Killa]
- War is extremely serious and it saddens me
- To have to take tings to deadly measures
- And have you measured and shot for no pay
- It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey
- Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives
- And lures MC's to the lair
- With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed
- Temptation tempts my victim to proceed
- Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
- You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat
- Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in
- Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin
- My mind spits with an enormous kickback
- Your brain didn't absorb the impact
- Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback...
- It's assassination day, I
- It's assassination day
- It's assassination day
- It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy
- It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy
- [sounds of fists and a whoosh of air followed by a punch]
- The sky is high, the cloud is low
- But my water technique is hard to think
- that the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!"
- Yeah... word up... gotta zip my coat
- Yeah...
- [Verse One: Ghostface]
- What the fuck I got the moonshine, word to God let's get it on
- Clap your heels two times, grab the magic wand
- Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless
- Showin out of this world, stranded on Uranus
- With coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsules
- Take a blast fool but we trap up crews it's natural
- like soybean, burn like a laser beam
- My vaccine I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns
- The segment, rare fragment comes together
- like magnets, attract heads capture like Dragnet
- Goin through mad phases, of all ages
- Killa beez locked the fuck up behind cages
- The Genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze
- Press call ID for me to quote more degrees
- The fortune teller Tucker sleepin gas umbrella
- A war where they're gunnin in the back of Armanbella
- Now who, don't believe that cash must rule
- I don't eat beef, I slap blood out of Purdue
- Keep a Wallace mic, mics on strike the session
- It's over, I file this and glow like flourescent
- [Raekwon sings some shit over Water Technique samples]
- [Verse Two: Ghostface]
- Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cashflow
- Rockin a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow
- with hoes, mega powder drippin from they nose
- Fuckin Jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy pose
- Send em for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites
- Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice
- Holdin money that's convertable, beds with feathered bags
- With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in Bagdad
- You onionhead niggaz spread out and parlay
- Yo Rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays
- I pull stings like, guitar strings down in Spain
- I'm so hyped Jakes label God "crack cocaine"
- Why Equality Self God, yeah yeah you know it kid
- Ricki fucked up, and G-Pac, blow his wig
- he's rockin Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform
- He's a newborn, look at money swearin like he's on
- But anyway back to furry kangols Jamaican wallabees
- My back is on the wall, bombin devils with trick-knowledgy
- My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source awards
- Next year two hundred niggaz comin with swords!
- (feat. Masta Killa, U-God, Raekwon, Cappadonna)
- It's on..
- [Cappa]Where your sparkle at kid?
- Ryzarector..
- [Break: Raekwon the Chef]
- Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door
- Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
- Yes the hour's four, I told you before
- Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)
- [Verse One: U-God]
- This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
- Ask why I slam nine diagram pole
- Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
- Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
- It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
- Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
- Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
- Gun POW to the dome
- And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
- By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
- One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts
- Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched
- And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical
- Cords, dope swords, five star general
- Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
- Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm
- [Break: (first two lines)]
- [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah]
- More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done
- I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it
- Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
- Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic
- You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
- My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
- Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
- With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
- So sit back and let the king explore
- Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
- And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
- With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
- Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
- You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
- Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
- A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
- My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
- Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster
- [Break]
- [Verse Three: Masta Killa]
- Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
- That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
- And as far as the coroners know
- The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
- Put on by my family brought to the academy
- of the Wu and learned how to
- fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
- Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
- MC's submit to the will as I kill your
- juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal
- Devils worship this like an icon
- Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python
- [Break]
- [Verse Four: Cappadonna]
- You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
- for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
- Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
- Extravangza, time sits still
- No propoganda, be wary of the skill
- As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
- Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
- Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
- CD massacre, murder to cassette
- I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
- One man ran, tryin to get away from it
- Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
- into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
- Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
- Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
- You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
- Nowhere to go except next show bro
- Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
- in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
- All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
- Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
- Every other day my whole dress code switch
- So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
- All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
- Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
- Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
- I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
- See my face on the twenty dollar bill
- Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
- The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
- Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
- Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
- And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
- 1-6-0-4-9-3-11
- And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
- I damage any MC who step in my direction
- I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
- Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
- My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
- P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
- and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
- Divine can't define my style is so deep
- like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
- like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
- Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
- I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
- Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
- Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
- Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
- Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
- under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
- Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
- and blunt power, born physically power speakin
- The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin
- (feat. Raekwon, Method Man)
- [Intro: sung]
- Wu Tang will survive, no no no-no no no
- Wu Tang will survive
- Cause every time they flip a party
- You know the party screams and shouts
- Cause you... DAMN! Aw, TC that was the bomb...
- [Ghostface]
- Get all my peoples,get all my peoples headphones
- All of em
- Lay em a death warrant
- Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what
- Let em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo
- [Verse One: Raekwon]
- Blend wine, who want to win mine
- Shorty get a ten-round for floatin
- With the richest, huh
- Flexed out, Flinstone style
- Your crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the
- Mosyin, posin for them niggaz up in Poland
- Rollin wax style museum, G 'em
- Them richest niggaz bless this
- Like Russian cut VVS's
- Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this
- Them niggaz over there know, Gazelle goggles
- And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles (bottles)
- Scenario rap, rap imperial, material (uh, yo yo, yo, yo)
- Murderin' cats is like that real
- [Verse Two: Ghostface]
- Yo come do me somethin word to Michelob peep the Land Rov'
- Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stove
- It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap
- Dough got smaller famous team, walked up in Photomat
- Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
- Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town
- We love horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed chases
- Porno stations, drinkin violations, God relations
- 90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks
- Bangin earaches, lay my verse down in two takes
- The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen
- Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin, woofer hissin
- [Interlude: Raekwon]
- Yo, he's strong armin, manipulatin niggaz, scrapin niggaz
- Takin play from niggaz, hate fakin niggaz, yo you hear me?
- The whole shit's like wrestling
- What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin
- [Verse Three: Method Man]
- This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunned
- Pull your plug, now you can't function
- There's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen
- Many may come but few are cho-sen
- Pretty niggaz want to play the war po-sin
- When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen
- Do or die, it be I, Meta-physical Man
- Holding court from my Wu, indivisible clan
- I see your thoughts and your hand reachin
- It's getting deep in this mud
- Cats heat seekin, for one blood
- Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitches
- Less he gon' bring this above, I make switches
- From the lamp I grant three wishes
- Johnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I roll
- One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body
- One hundred percent soul, individual
- Assholes tend to run
- From this PLO extortion to the one
- The next chamber, you fuckin with the star spangler
- To the dawn's early light with this head-banger
- Boogie, represent this shit fully
- Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully
- Who want that pressure, about to get smacked silly
- Like a fat bitch in Spandex, free Willy!
- We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine
- Niggaz wastin time worryin about me and mine
- Get your own shit
- (feat. Raekwon, Cappadonna)
- [Interlude]
- (, You know they're killers themselves,People die
- for them. You know, guys that I fooled with were killers themselves
want it?, how you want it? stop that!, stop that!> - These are the men who lead the crime families of America. I control 26,000
- men. Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime. And if
- there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind. And destroy
- your home. In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin).....
- [GHOSTFACE KILLAH]
- We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads
- The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend
- Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens
- Broke the slot machines out in Queens, Grey Poupon is rebel on rap
- Smack on, swing like batons, most want niggas smoked like Hilshire Farms
- Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap
- That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps
- In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on Duns
- You run heroins, Primatine mist is afraid of my lungs
- Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel
- Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you
- Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit
- I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips
- Picture afro, big shish-ka-bobs and daishikis
- 1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties
- [CAPPADONNA]
- Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one
- 'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion
- Destination be the cash when I step past one
- Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like eskimo flow
- Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin
- Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out
- But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rap got nine lives
- I'll take a few hundred-thousand dollar dives
- and then I still never go down
- Until the last round I shine,
- when RZA do his thing motherfucka, I'ma do mine
- [RAEKWON]
- Now, where I come from cats be carryin' Marryin' drug money
- Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling
- Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit
- Plus quick to buy shit Chef, yeah, you know the whole gods
- Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time
- Play it like Canadian wine, RZA 's the rhyme now, the sacredness of
- one's true mind Now let's get colorful like money green
- High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigger roaster
- Yeah, GOD, be havin' my whole steez laced
- now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots
- aim Glocks train style, Figaro fly jewel
- Tri-color Cubans swervin we'll pow with Germans in Suburbans
- 24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant
- Dons sendin' my sons membership forms
- They still gettin' this paper scraper
- Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passin like Lakers
- And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, Rich Liberace
- Fetus style and block your goals like hockey....
- (feat. Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna)
- [Intro: Ghostface (sample is Teddy Pendergrass)]
- What's happenin (love was never born to say, goodbye) what's happenin
- (love was never born to say, goodbye) Yo, yeah!
- (Smokin?) Yeah.
- (just another helpless) We gotta come smokin
- (fool in love is what I am) This is it
- (We smoke baby) (just another helpless) another chamber baby
- (fool in love is what I am) slide y'all in
- [Cappadon]You know how we do!
- [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]
- Yo, what's the deal Goldielochs?
- Ain't buttin I'm just hibernatin love that watch
- Pour me some Scotch and cold Courvesoir out
- No doubt, have a chair Boo lets get to prolly in
- Who you wit? Me and Molly and some trick from Yugoslavia
- What fabric is that? It's only woolen Rayon
- Lipstick crayon fly, Vere on ice spray on
- I'm gettin tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy
- and transport bricks steal in many fifties
- Fuck negociatin is you wit me is you waitin
- Sweet as carrot cake, fakin plus you don't eat turkey bacon
- I don't get down like that, I don't get down neither
- Cuban Linx skeezer, why you actin like a rap teaser
- I'm like the jury exchanged plus arranged
- Nigga you small change I only fuck with figaro chains
- Analyzin Miss Clairol, fendi down mascara on
- Assistant manager in Paragon
- [Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass]
- Say goodbye...
- Love was never born to say, goodbye
- Love was never born...
- [Verse Two: Cappadonna]
- Socializin, vibin with my eyes on dot
- She this book cover lady that be blowin up the spot
- While my heart was racin, like the hands on the clock
- I step live I think she see me puttin out the pot
- Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous
- How's life today your hands are softer than Camay
- too your hairdo way more class than Halle Berry
- Caught visions of me and you ridin on the ferry
- Plus your daughter Kiki talk to my man Merry
- I order me a Sex on the Beach with the cherry
- I order her a Vermidi on ice, sounds nice
- She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, inteligent
- Whispered in my ear that she's celibate
- Whispered back to her ear we don't have to go there
- As I grab the hand set her politely in the chair
- As we stopped to stare at one another
- Black sister, the brother
- I'm thinkin all the time how she could be my lover
- [Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass]
- Just another helpless
- Fool in love is what I am
- Love was never born to say, goodbye
- Love was never born to say, goodbye
- Just another helpless
- Fool in love is what I...
- [Verse Three: Ghostface Killah]
- What's happenin brown sugar? Say you look so good today
- Ankle bracelet rapt around your leg
- Here have a seat, complementary drinks is on me
- Bartender Chevalier chateaux at table three
- Luxurious rings, eyes sparkling
- What's your name sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins
- Your complexion gives a reflection of
- sometime a black woman just need to be loved
- Quiet and shy, baby girl my gift got you high
- Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that file
- Just jokin baby, I have a sharp sense of humor
- Wish I woulda bumped into your frame a lot sooner
- What's your physical degree, thirty one, thirty three
- Half Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese
- Seen you workin at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue
- Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you
- Yo, I'm all into older woman, who's happy livin
- Love kids and, keep all up and this in the crib and
- not afraid to doubt need a God on your side
- We holdin hands til death do us apart and then we slide
- Earring in the left side of your nose love my combo
- Should have left wizard thousand times maybe tonight though
- But you sexy mothafucka DAMN whats the recipe
- You make a nigga wanna GOD DAMN
- Can you cook darlin, at the stove you're revolvin
- Bake macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starvin
- Here take my number let me pull the chair from under
- I had fun plus your backyard speak with thunder
- [Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass]
- Love was never born to say, goodbye[5x]
- Just another helpless fool in love is what I am[repeat to fade]
- (feat. Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna)
- [singing]
- We are the G, O-D's
- And we came to rock, the spot
- Like Ironman Starks
- They be the illest MC's, in the world today
- Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A
- So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear
- Light your blunts and down your beers
- Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez...
- [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]
- Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge
- Knowledgists, street astrologists
- Light up the mic God, knowledge this
- Fly joints that carried your points
- Corolla Motorola holder
- Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
- Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
- Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
- Rapel on fakes like reflectors
- He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
- We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
- run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
- And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break
- Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake
- Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
- Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit
- It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle
- On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials
- Especially that, aluminum bat in the act
- Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black
- The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex
- Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts
- The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
- Layin with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
- We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem
- Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em
- Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
- Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star
- [Chorus:]
- All these MC's start realizing
- That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing
- The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest
- But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us
- [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer]
- Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps
- Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat
- Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes
- Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes
- Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble
- Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ
- The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
- Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
- In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings
- Body chemical CREAM, we burn kerosene
- The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
- Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
- Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
- I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
- Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith
- Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless
- I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy
- True identity hidden inside secret tabloids
- Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
- The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
- Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing
- Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians
- [Chorus]
- [Verse Three: Cappadonna]
- Give me the the fifty thou, small bills
- My gold plate, my slang kills
- My Benz spills, whattup Lils
- Murder one Dunn
- Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son
- My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
- Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
- The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons
- smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
- Let the Gods build, pull up the grill
- Check out the mad skills
- Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it
- and keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang
- sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter
- spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
- High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked
- Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot
- Get yourself shot
- [Chorus]
- (feat. Raekwon the Chef)
- (Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child)
- (Yo yo guzzlin forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt)
- The wiley Wu-Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back
- (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire
- No doubt!
- [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef, AKA Lou Diamonds]
- Rich man, poor man, read the headlines
- Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes
- Jobs and drug wars
- Living by gun law
- Jailcats come home and want to take yours
- As the young one, growing up broke me and my people
- as the self, huh, I guess we all in the same boat
- Think it, plus drinkin that 90-proof
- Playin' on the roof sayin'
- we need a next man to shoot...
- (Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child...)
- [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer, AKA Tony Starks]
- Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks
- Showin off his 850 plus, what a nice whip
- Young blood guzzlin' fourties hussled in a rain
- Old Earth, shootin' dope in her veins
- He never had it all, the kid loved basketball
- Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall
- Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals
- Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital
- Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the
- Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders
- from Staten, where crazy clips be clappin
- Slept in his principal spreads, threads, made of satin
- Labeled as the cow he had crazy beef
- Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief
- But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill
- cuz if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will
- But, shit will never calm down, one day downtown
- He dropped an ounce off
- Money had slept like a nightgown
- He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there
- Two kids was beamin him, them niggaz from the movie theatre
- One had all Guess on, lookin like he had a vest on
- The other felly pell tucked with a firearm
- Movin slow, baseball hats, crazy down low
- Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go
- Oh shit! Bookhead, just bought a 5, G headed King Tudpea
- About the size of Little Maurice
- We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten
- I'm runnin in my first instance, is to return em the time is now
- Warfare and pull delf
- Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out
- Don't move don't even flinch
- Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tux
- He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm robbin him
- Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him
- Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy
- Randy came out wacked out with a half a shotty
- I laughed, grab the King Tud head and the cash
- Then he shot my man in the ass and broke mega glass
- Damn, had to go out with a blast
- I shot my way up out of the Albee fast
- (Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child)
- Oh shit, what the fuck?
- This shit is horrible.
- (feat. Raekwon and U-God)
- [Raekwon:]
- Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
- I don't wanna here nuttin'
- Word Up, got to pay
- Yeah, Its like that right
- Blow his Back out, make his shoes work
- Aye Yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
- whatever cock block it
- Cat get blown, who own this
- street corner,
- foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer
- Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer
- For real, marinatin' nigga's skatin'
- debatin' waitin' style flowinly relatin'
- Fine line switch it on ya like venetian blinds
- the mission is mine, fabulous king I devine
- Titanium Hydro collado, Yo dunn dunn polly dis conjunction
- Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it
- say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related
- Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner
- Poet designer, sharp like liners
- Mic of the year award, fly gear award
- them niggas over there be analyzing for one sword
- Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent
- nuff shit to get your whole team
- crazily sent
- Now all I need is a half gallon of weed
- Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds
- then Max out like two Ack's inside the parking lot
- son Bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
- what now blow, clickin' like a calico
- gold maxmillion, one love keep it real yo
- [Ghostface Killah:]
- Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, Ice rockin niggas
- Peace, the summers mine, I blow the biggest
- Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini
- Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me
- Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above
- This mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug
- Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off
- Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
- The Specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace
- Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treturous
- Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego
- Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
- Awwww Shit say Stark-aligist, Starks-aligist
- Fried fish halibut
- pull out the bull horn
- and celebrate like Kunta was born
- we elbowed our way inside loud and got on
- I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in
- Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out a million
- who wanna rhyme? who wanna challenge the swordsman?
- that rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's
- [U-God:]
- I hose down the place
- No shots to the face
- Elite Special force no religion style faith
- The meltin' pot boil gun shot drama soil
- Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
- Man handle brain killin' erect my hidden
- Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in
- Vampire Curse disperse on each verse
- Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth
- You're hit by my element Great Wall of China
- Mountain Peak hold the globe like vagina
- Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand
- Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one hand
- Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion
- Chess boxer, mic in dead body position
- 40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invented
- divine universal black man representin'
- Similar the pure, rhyme blowin out the pore
- Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw
- I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero
- renaissance rebel shadow boxin your barrel
- Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble
- hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles
- Lock down, for this curfew
- (feat. Raekwon, The RZA, The Delphonics)
- [Intro: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics ()]
- (After the smoke is done) Yo
- Yeah (Tang-o-Phonics) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what
- (Number one)
- Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas
- (After the smoke is done) word up, big dick, motherfucking house
- Whaddup, bench press these cats
- (Tang-o-Phonics number one) Yo
- [Ghostface Killah]
- Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down, and dirty
- Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back,
- Five-thirty
- Yo they gotta hit
- Placed on my head, what should the god do?
- Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews
- Never that
- Them never look angry out of synch
- The imperial, industrial king got weight
- Don't give a fuck
- Like the poor part, we watch Heart To Heart
- They used to push me in shuffel cards
- Now I'm writing books like Ebinezzer
- The porno teaser
- Sayin words like sheeba
- Educated rapper fouling the teaser
- My team got rocks like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab
- Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags
- Don't touch this
- Cracklin hot shit
- I snap ya shoulder blade in half,
- Laugh, and pop shit
- Reader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard
- Got bagged that the world government tried to dub it
- But devils love it
- Movie trap raps cover the tracks
- Like Ajax
- Sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched supreme clientel
- My cartel
- Willie Star passed,
- Shit his piece, where's the Nobel?
- Oh, well,
- Siginin off as usual,
- The arsonist, leavin niggas lost in the stairwell
- [Break: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics ()]
- (Tang-o-Phonics number one) Yeah, yo, yo
- Represent my projects Stapelton (after the smoke is done)
- He represent that project Park Hill (tang-o-Phonics number one)
- You represent that project Murder West Brighton Now Born
- Arm bangin into that will (ahhhhh)
- Word up, (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what, Stapelton
- (Tang-o-phonics and Wu-Tang still here)
- Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York
- [Raekwon]
- The greatest story ever told by me, precisely
- Roman numeral I be
- Plus three describe me
- My son move like the toad
- Get drunk
- Speak in codes
- Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold
- Got beef with the cold
- Met my comrad
- Go half on this lamp down in Baghdad
- Flippin like a mex tab
- Get money like an A-rab
- The type niggas snapped
- Six legs on the crab
- Now, hush, who wanna do what
- My click better bust
- [The RZA]
- Underprivileged,
- Grew up in a Stapelton house village,
- Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spilage
- When the water was flowin (Tang-O-Phonics number one)
- I spot a fifty-five borough
- A nigga was still flowin,
- Voice was echoin
- I rise high like an Opera's
- Procter wouldn't Gamble
- The sample, it shocked her
- My ninjas run wilder than Shaka Zulu
- Some play peace like Donny the Guru
- Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Dutchu
- Undisputed champion
- Bell holders
- Shape and mold us
- Sole controler of the moon
- I, solar and polar
- I blow half smoke through my nasal
- Bust my ways with thirty words
- Wu-Tang wasn't for children like
- Cannibals raidin Sicilians
- [Outro: The Delphonics]
- After the smoke is done
- Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one
- After the smoke is done
- Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one
- After the smoke is clear
- Tang-o-Phonics and Wu-Tang still here
- After the smoke is done
- Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one
- Ahhhhh (Wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu)
- (feat. Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu)
- [Intro One: (some movie)]
- What dey gives you blood?
- Three months man
- Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma
- How old are you boy?
- Thirteen
- Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin outta niggaz to arrest
- [Intro: Ghostface]
- Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out
- to all the families that went through the struggle
- Yeah, from the heart
- It was from the heart, everything was real
- [Mary J.]
- All that I got is you
- And I'm so thankful I made it through
- [Verse One:]
- Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young
- Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
- I'm goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe
- Why my old Earth had so many seeds
- But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that
- I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back
- Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball
- Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor
- Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
- Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy
- We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
- We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
- Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
- I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit
- She cried, and grandma held the family down
- I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down
- Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
- Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
- Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
- I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
- Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box
- Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons
- Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
- In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
- And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note
- Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke"
- So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door
- My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores
- Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper
- Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor
- Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
- Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
- But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips
- To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
- Case worker had her runnin back to face to face
- I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place
- Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
- And ask myself was I meant to be here... why?
- Yeah, yo
- [Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
- All that I got is you
- And I'm so thankful I made it through
- [repeat 4X]
- Word up mommy, I love you
- Word up
- It was all you, word, you brought me in like this
- [Verse Two: Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu]
- I sit and think about
- All the times we did without, yeah
- I always said I woudn't cry
- When I saw tears in your eyes
- I understand that daddy's not here now
- But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah
- All things that I did from this to them
- Oh from drugs to being there
- Being down and out and I love you always
- Yeah, you say
- You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star
- And them planets, that exist in my space
- Like man woman and child
- You understand?
- We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us
- I remember them good ol days
- Because see, that's the child I was
- What made me the man I am today
- See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh
- You're never gonna make it where you're goin, aheh
- Because you lost the reality of yourself
- So take one stroll through your mind
- And see what you will find
- And you'll see a whole universe all over again
- and again and again and again and again
- Heheheh, yeah heheheheh ahaheheheh
- (feat. RZA)
- [Ghf]Yeah
- [RZA]Word... these bitches be buggin God
- Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin
- [Ghf]Yeah, check it out y'all one two
- We back up in this joint! What?
- Check the fly shit... yeah
- Don't black out on me
- [Verse One: Ghostface]
- Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout
- Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout
- Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim
- Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian
- She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress
- Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress
- She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing
- With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline
- She's a big girl now, with a body that growl
- Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds
- Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad
- Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor
- Little kids daydream of humping wildflower
- Hanna Barbera faint I'm riding no Rivera
- [Verse Two: RZA]
- Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips
- Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing
- blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats
- Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo
- the heat is on, never too black or too strong
- In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform
- Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
- The arena now present, de event of the decade
- Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves
- extensions, nails Friday, just got paid
- Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family
- That shines Godly light
- Upon this hip-hop artform, yo Dunn
- We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung
- Never bust premature for sure
- You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch
- deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration
- Causes stomach inflation
- Patiently waiting nine months for deportation
- Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune
- Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb
- It's a black hole for those who lose control
- Fertile soil before you are wise
- And spoiled many men and took many lives
- And all you brothers changed sides
- Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside
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