Broken down and crafted in seconds
Eighteen karat rap between noodles
Coke over there with blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair
Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed
Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine
Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see
Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets
Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine
It's that Pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid
Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'
They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict
The Noble, Sir I Mass Mogul
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'
Yo, big fat nigga bleedin' big cat nigga all season on the beach truck
From dark matter to the big crunch
Fix your weave, behold my expertise
Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip
Better, respect it, bitch believe
You crabs test, can't measure the threat
Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable
For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash
Get the fuck away from my door, we got big guns in here
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
Yo, yeah
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered
Sure to get it perkin' and 'cause a disturbance
I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah
Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya
The rhyme came from the pressure of heat
Now respect get your fingers off the glass
I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup
Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force
I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check
Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's
New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss
Reputation enhanced, since the 'cause was probable
Gash you out your burner fast, you swing down hatin' me
Yo what the fuck yo? Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?
The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett
I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe
Publishers: RAMECCA PUBLISHING, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - MGB SONGS, WU TANG PUBLISHING
Queen, couldn't even Jack Monk
Super bad, who am I? Dolemite classic
Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?
So you compare contrast but don't blast
Niggaz, five stars, both arms rock when coke dropped
Yo, yo, Pinky ring shit, yo
I'm up at the Wu library readin' Malcolm's, 'Any Means Necessary'
Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall
My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic
Songwriters: Dennis David Coles, Robert F. Diggs, Gary Grice, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Russell T. Jones, Clarance Reid, Clifford Smith, Elgin Evander Turner, Corey Woods
Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch
That Pinky ring shit yo
Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee
And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips
Name your price, I black out then change the lights
We in them authentic alley switchin' joints major general
Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic
The blind couldn't verify the authenticity
Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease
I bought Fubu blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out
Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals
Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post
Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity
I handle my plastic, gun play I mastered
I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head
Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot
The vocals came in a bunch without one punch
My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself
Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost
No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record
Stuck with Hawaiian ice diamond twice the whole city thought
John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice
Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk
So nice like New York they had to name him twice
We read a hundred niggaz palms silencers, garbage bags of hash
Rap Barracuda, three XL kahuna
Give you the same advice that I gave my wife
Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers, the shit had me dyin'
Watch the block thirst for one became all
I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip
Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back