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