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  • Wu-Tang Clan
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  • [Intro: movie sample (Raekwon)]
    On the firing line... lock, one round load
    Ready on the right? Ready on the left?
    Ready on the firing line? Watch for ya targets
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah...) pay attention

    [Raekwon]
    Welcome to the fish fry where niggaz get burnt to a crisp
    Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this"
    Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama
    Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers
    Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas
    'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
    Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
    King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
    Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
    Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
    Shake feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
    Lay on ya hands, let the Branson break bread
    High energy, all my niggaz a kin to me
    Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki
    Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me
    Nikes with the low goose on and I've been a beast
    Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones
    Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones
    With water, dough, acid and gold classics
    All my niggaz who pump, the spirit'll jump out and grab shit
    Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets (caskets)
    Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing (maxing)

    [Interlude: Inspectah Deck (movie sample)]
    Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up (whoa, hold up, hold up)

    [Inspectah Deck]
    The nozzel aim, rip through ya frame for pocket change
    Fiend for the Rush Hour 4, then pop a vein
    Thousand dollar corks pop, pause or get off top
    Used to be a general, just lost your spot
    Animal House, two grand'll handle ya mouth
    Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out
    Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms
    Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God
    Graveyard Shifting, different day, the same thing
    The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling
    Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds
    (It was all a dream) Advocated by the few who do live it
    Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mausberg
    Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
    Old man told me, don't be, blind to deception, only
    Sharp with perfection, homey, ya mind is a weapon

    [Interlude: movie sample]
    Relax, you got ya muscles tight, relax
    Word... Word...

    [Chorus: Method Man (U-God)]
    First we told y'all niggaz, then we showed y'all niggaz, huh?
    (We gon' take it back with this)
    By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh?
    (We gon' take it back with this)
    Before you even had a name, you was screaming "Wu-Tang"
    (We gon' take it back with this)
    When we was running on the block, you was under ya pops, remember
    (We gon' take it back with this... let's go)

    [Ghostface Killah]
    Armored truck money, Shazam bangles, play the throne like
    Julius Caesar, gorilla mob, slash, Killah's gaurd
    Fake passports and visas, all of my goons
    They be carrying spoons, because boom, he had a massive seizure
    Hot chocolate lovers, guns is published
    Detroit bitches out of town be dying to fuck us
    This is real talk, shank lullabyes
    Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high
    Curl on the dumbell L, we can't even S-P-E-L-L MTV or TRL's
    Supreme novelists, we rank superior, guarding the post
    Down low in the 'jects, got it locked in ya area
    Ain't tryin' to hurry up
    We like rebel niggaz powdered up wilding in the streets of Liberia
    No matter the crime, I'm beating the case
    If I'm a wrong, a chair hit a judge right in his face
    Shitting shanks out, come to court dates
    Mittens on shines with blood Wally's that's the color of wine

    [U-God]
    Talk to me, my criminal mystique
    Kick back the boards, six thousand a week
    Pay homage, what the don beat, you're a minor threat
    I see ya sweat roll down ya cheek
    And ya soft and sweet, ya talk is pork
    Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat
    And the cost ain't cheap, my advice is priceless
    Bring back the life that ya thought was lifeless
    The Way of the Gun, son, who the nicest?
    S.K., no stungun, smooth devices
    Time Crisis, I played the game, low lifers
    In a brawl, ripped the phones out the walls in Riker's
    Vipers in the infirmary rooms with slicers
    Shiesters with hate in their blood might bite ya
    Fuck that bitch, ya wife don't write ya
    Cancel her, buy another one just like her
    Pipers in the bucket of ice taste righteous
    Today's mathematics when we build in cyphers
    The baby automatic kill like Air Force strikers
    I'm still Asiatic when I spill the hypeness

    [Interlude: movie sample]
    The dark, and this place will come here
    That's right!

    [Chorus]

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