[Blue Raspberry]
No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang
[{Raekwon & (Ghostface Killah)}]
Yo what what, yo
Exotic type shit
Ninety-four, we must go to war fast
With the pen and the pad
Goddamn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders
Wu-Tang reclines, lamps for the nine-squares kid
(Money, clothes, designer hoes and shows ya'll)
[Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]
Yo, yo, waking up about ten kid
Jumping in the shower, peace about to make
(Moves and slide like grease)
What, I'm all about Tecs and checks with nuff respect
You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex
So now I'm out in the ninety-five
Rocking that real nigga don't die
Guess down, (Drawers Kani)
But yo, I'm making a pit stop
Go and buy a box of Glocks, he rolled up and yo
(Whattup 'Ak)
(Yo, remember that kid that we vicked
He made a half of mil for real
He brought about four bricks)
Yo, so now we connect thoughts
Meet me at the airport
{Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort}
(Get in touch with that west coast Cali crab you stabbed
And meet me at the bitch lab)
So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit
(Couldn't even rest, I need the vic)
And when I slept, I dream Gs, son I need some
(Keys won't sell, call up Son)
I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit
(A fake nigga faked and they killed his clique)
Gimme a minute and I'm with it
(Yo, niggas done did it), rock your vest
(Keep your whip tinted)
(So now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce
With ten Gs worth of gold bangles)
Diamonds, what, all up in his face
(With his man's mace), medallions (the size of dinner plates)
Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him
Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga {Do him}
(So now I'm lamping in my man's Land)
Streets is hot like sand
(G's is rolling in my right hand)
Yup, you know the steez all-black
Got to go down like that, (Shallah)
Cigars and {mob hats}
Ninety-four, taking niggas to war, yo, yo
What do you believe in, heaven or hell?
You don't believe in heaven cause we're living in hell
{What do you believe in, heaven or hell?
You don't believe in heaven cause we're living in hell}
So it's your life
(What a chamber, fucking with mad strangers
Yeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yo
Money, clothes, designer hoes and shows y'all
That's how it goes, whatever)
What do you believe in, heaven or hell?
You don't believe in heaven cause we're living in hell
(31st chamber ya'll)
So it's your life
Niggas ain't even know Son, only half is sewed cash
They haven't yet sold their weight
(Question, shit is real, youknowhatI'msayin'))
Niggas think it's all about a real live Allah
A little hundred dollars and that make you a man
KnowhatI'msayin?
(You ain’t even promised tomorrow Son, word up)
Niggas don’t understand how life can be so short
Come so fast
(With the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you’re gone baby
Straight up, knowhatI'msayin, get turned to dust Return to the casket)
And that ass is out Son, word up (Word up, get evaporated, straight up)
Word up (Lose all your strength nigga)
Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent Jason
Heartbroken, we soakin wet though
Keepin it real for my peoples
(Yeah, yo And my physical brother DeVon, you’re still in here baby, because you’re in my arms nigga, word up
I never let you go baby
YouknowhatI'msayin? You my life charm, word up)
For real (Keep shinin)
Real for keepin' it real, shout out to major niggas
Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system
The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four
(Word up, RZA, he’s my nigga baby
Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now)
YaknowhatI'msayin?
Word up, Big Booth represent the Q
Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float
(The GZA, word up, Masta Killa)
The Abbot of the Clan, Method Man, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Bastard
(U-God, word up baby Keep it real Son Keep packin' them guns)
Word up
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