WU-TANG CLAN lyrics - Iron Flag

In The Hood

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The story you're about to see, occured along the main trading route, on the border between the North and South.. at a small outpost called Red Clay Village. [RZA] What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh What you thinkin bitch Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid What the fuck is wrong It's the Wu bitch Ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a f... listen Tryin to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin Just a chance to live, so you can see ya kids Yo son nah, before I split ya wig I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it So now you got to FEEL IT!! {*beat changes*} [Masta Killa] Yo what the, yo Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck Y'know how we do it in the hood Yo.. yeah.. turn the mic up, yeah, yo Y'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies Take money snatch jewelry, in the hood You find the best woman lookin good Diamond she need polishin In my hood, all the gunshot legal At the same time we gotta stop killin our people Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gun Keep it in the hood that's where we come from I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta I know a few murderer, drug dealer In the hood, we speak mathematics and build What's the total weight of the brain, Allah real Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood; 80 proof Get my dick sucked on the roof of the projects Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark Movin with the Wesson Welcome to the God we build and drop a lesson Pussyhole testin, in the hood Got the word from the hoodrat, shorty on the wood [Chorus: Suga Bang Bang] Murder, bad boy ya block off ah Murder, rude boy ya pop off ah Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' dem ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit nying nying, nying, nying, nying, nying nying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder [Inspectah Deck] Ay yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods It ain't all good, pass the goods Deep in the project halls waitin to shine Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs In the hood, niggaz put twenty on Hoopties Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip And roll dick throw on the flip Weed clouds thick enough to block the sun Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood Far from ya Hollywood From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood From project chicks with hips and slim waists From five dollar plates apartment six-eighths O.G, I spit G to the young ones I keep it in the hood that's where I come from [Chorus: Suga Bang Bang] Murder, bad boy ya block off ah Murder, rude boy ya pop off ah Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' dem ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit nying nying, nying, nying, nying, nying nying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder [Streetlife] This is the place where thugs is born - in the hood Blink to long ya life is gone - in the hood Convicts still live with they mom And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm - in the hood Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Llac - in the hood African's be drivin cabs - in the hood In the streets the ghetto is hot And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops - in the hood The ones you love'll fill you with slugs - in the hood Babies born addicted to drugs - in the hood We make life or death decisions And the school system is like a minimal prison So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin [Chorus 2X: Suga Bang Bang] Murder, bad boy ya block off ah Murder, rude boy ya pop off ah Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' dem ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit nying nying, nying, nying, nying, nying nying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder

Bend N Stretch

JIM JONES "On My Way To Church"
Blackout Music [Chorus: Jim Jones] Bend, Eastside could you stretch then bend Westside could you stretch then bend Southside could you stretch then bend Midwest could you stretch then bend N.Y.C. could you stretch then bend M-I-A could you stretch then bend A-T-L won't you stretch then bend St. Louis won't you stretch then bend [Jim Jones] I guess you hear that I'm a live wire (say what) Loose nigga and a 5 rider Run with the city's biggest drug dealers (DipSet) For you sissy rap fuck niggaz (fuck 'em) Yeah we pistol packin, bust niggaz (bang bang) Never worry 'bout the spotlight (nuh-uh) This star nigga keep the glock tight (that's right) That's for the jackers at the spotlight (watch 'em) To live and die in the streets of New York We gettin by, pumpin diesel and snort I'm gettin high in the seats of my Porsche Federales love to see me in court And tell the Lord I hope you keep me in thought (pray for me) But I'm a G, who gives a fuck what you think And fuck the D's, roll my weed and fill my cup full of drink You got some beef, then we gotta do it You got some ki's, show you how to move it (uh-huh) And four birds'll get a extra pigeon (what else) And that's a bird with an extra clip in We on the curb where my niggaz dealin That's how my niggaz livin [Chorus] [Jim Jones] So now we ballin in the major leagues Yellow bottles and some hazy weed (Cristal) Got some models with that Maybeline (so pretty) Fancy rides, pushin major speeds (Westside) Westside when we race the Beems (Eastside) Break laws 'til the day I leave (no doubt) Hardcore and a brazy G (Eastside) Yo pull the bar when we makin cheese (Harlem) "Harlem World," so "Double Up" (oh) And all my girls still love a thug A heartthrob and a wild rebel I park cars through the foul ghetto (so what) A rolling stone but I hold my own (then what) These golden stones have you niggaz on press I hold the chrome so you niggaz don't step (watch it) You better party, do your bend and your stretch And it's a promise, I ain't sendin no threats (I promise you) Sheeit, DipSet, the new mob niggaz No need to ask cause you know we on our job nigga [Chorus] [Jim Jones] To all my bitches wearin thick incense (hey girl) You know it tickles when you kiss my neck (stop that) Them icicles on my wrist and neck (blingin) Your wife wit you well don't disrespect (sup nigga) Could be an issue, keep yo' bitch in check (fuck that bitch) My thug aura make a bitch loose (uh-uh) It ain't a party 'til the Dips do it (bird game) Smokin reefer, screamin Eastside (purple) Loaded heaters, that's how we ride (we ride) All the time was my reply, I'm from the G-side (G-side) Checkin for hotties that's sexy in {?} Seven jeans and Giuseppes and Noti's, we ask at the party You tryin to slide let me know somethin Hop in the ride we can blow somethin (that purple) Baby no lie I give you no stuntin (no frontin) Duckin pictures from the paparazzi (watch the cameras) Tuck your fifth up in my Maseratti (we loaded) Shit, I park the whip in front of the project lobby I keep it gully and the car all foggy, muh'fuckers just [Chorus]

It's A Boy Thing

AZ "Pieces Of A Man"
[Verse One] Laid up with this skinny chick, Balley's with the Henny mix My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain't seen me since 96, since he blew trial for them 3 attempts Street events, Feds on the sweet, but you see me tense Chill a lot, niggaz wanna know if I'm real or not, kill or not If I'm holdin't what kind of steel I got False alarms, tatoos all across my arms Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms Check that, taking this paper you can bet that No set backs, shittin' on niggaz wit out the Exlax Ice showin', Polo sweats all whit glowin' Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech's blowin' Headline niggas, Fed time niggas, crime niggas Street worth 9 figures It's a war now, hard to the core for sure now Raw style, four fours to your door now Doe chasin', in the race niggas slow pacin' Temptation, send a bitch to blow your face in Plans rollin', handsome nigga's hands golden Stand chosen, pockets on my pants swollen Pleed the Fifth, real niggas don't need to riff Automatic shit, for fakin' that's what you faggots get [Verse Two] Out of 30 men, know 20 that's worthy men 10 is friends, the other 10'd probably turn me in Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat Unknown traps keep jail niggas goin' back Time tickin', young shorty mind flippin' Blind addiction turn a killer from a fine Christian Streets ruined from sneaky shit niggas keep doin' Snakes, that's why I hand shake keep movin' World supremest, cook Coke like a chemist But it's finished, a little jail time helped me replenish Thank God, almost bagged a rape charge in '86 That's what I get fuckin' a crazy bitch Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, bites Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics ?Borciase? my words spreads across tribes Who live? Made for the system up in your ride

Attack On Babylon

MC Ren "Shock of the Hour"
Is America like ancient Rome? Is America like ancient Babylon? Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. I wanna hear from you I told ya Ren'll be back with the niggaz in the Dodge and the camoflauge But it after Tahj, a million niggaz no mirage Creepin' and we're creepin' in your little white Hutz 20 million niggaz chantin' I don't give a fuck It's on, the switch got flicked but who did it? When that shit was committed, fuck that was my mack Niggaz gettin' crazy 'cause Ren is in the front With supreme wisdom, puffin' on a blunt Train by my side tearin' up shit With his bulletproof vest, still yellin' double S The whole community is up in a rage 'Cause niggaz be movin' closer to white motherfuckers'll make 'em as slaves And then they put these sell out niggaz on the TV To try to calm down niggaz like you and me But fuck that shit, 'cause my eyes are closed 'Cause Ren ain't got time to be fuckin' 'round with them hoes So I see ya at the grave where we bury 'em Even motherfuckers that went out and even married 'em Now it's time to attack take this motherfucker back Bring it on, and it's on (CHORUS)(8x) Attack, attack, attack on Babylon Here comes the doom, so listen to the tick of the tock Can't keep niggaz off your block, don't forget we got the glock And the sawed-off, and the trey 8's And the duce duce, and the niggaz in the pen breakin' loose So Ren will conduct this, but I pull my dick and say suck this For the niggaz that say fuck this That ain't down, and step foot into the car To commit the 187 with the nigga they call outlaw But who gives a fuck who pulled the trigger 'Cause I know some bitches that shot up a gang a niggaz Gettin' off the reservations, breakin' up the docks Doin' this with 15 shots Babylon, a great look at the bitch while she fall Dyin' like a motherfucker with no one to call Now it's time to attack, take this motherfucker back You bring it on, and it be on (CHORUS) Where the fuck ya gonna run, when the fuckin' ground starts shakin' Niggaz don't be waitin', niggaz be constantly makin' Niggaz with no hesitation, a fuck up in this nation To murder the caucasian, the Asian invasion So here we come, come, come My nigga Rhythm D is on the drum, drum, drum The mayday, oh it's a dreadful day When no motherfucker can come out to play It goes (5 gunshots) Niggaz lettin' off and the shit is all that So stay inside the house if you ain't down 'Cause you might get caught up you sad faced clown Then I'll bring ya to ya knees, fuckin' with these Fuckin' with niggaz that's a hive a bees We go stingin', but dumbass niggaz keep singin' No time for singin', too busy swingin' So it's time to attack, take this motherfucker back Y'all brought it on, so now it's on (CHORUS)

Tha Problem

CASSIDY "Split Personality"
[Swizz Beats] 1-2 1-2. I need all my real niggaz to stand up. All you fake ass niggaz fall back. It's a problem. Philly stand up! [CHORUS (Swizz Beats) Cassidy] (What's ya name dog) Cassidy (Man, tell 'em again) Caissidy (Man, where ya from) Philly (Talk to 'em talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) [VERSE 1 (Swizz Beats)] My name Cass and I'm 'bout my B-I Niggaz wanna be me, yeah I can see why Told y'all How I used to roll and see Clive Hop off the G-4, hop in the G-5 But since niggaz wanna copy and be me I'mma hop off the yacht then hop in the GT Got niggaz in the hood knockin' the CD Wait 'till my face start poppin' on TV See the ladies give me top for cheapy All they wanna do is just hop on the wee-wee My rich chick'll take a helicopter to see me I pop Dominican and she'll drop me a key free I got a actress in L.A., doctor in DC Even got a lawyer a cop in the DT See I got money but I ain't spendin' it I need a girl who got a job wit nice benefits 'Cuz honey bunch I ain't wit the funny stuff You ain't gone fuck me to spend my money up Nah, I can't have it boo But girl do what you do I ain't mad at you Nah, 'cuz I got since to know That I ain't gone get pimped, I'mma pimp a hoe Ayyo, get money nigga fuck the fame (The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!) [CHORUS (Swizz Beats)] Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again) Cassidy! (Man, where ya from) Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man!) [VERSE 2] Ayyo, guess what happened, guess what happened I was on the radio and yo, guess what happened I'm sittin' there starin' in this DJ face And all he askin' me about is the Freeway tape I'm like, 'If I ain't right you can say I'm wrong But Mr. DJ can you play my song' Please, play somethin' that's good for the air Please, play somethin' that the hood wanna hear So when the radio go to put that trash on Call 'em up and say, 'Put that Cass on!' And I ain't pissin' nobody But if every rapper died I wouldn't be missin' nobody 'Specially if it ain't Styles, 'Kiss or nobody Busta, Nore, Swizz or nobody If it ain't Drag, Kim or Fat Joe I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo So, I don't owe y'all niggaz And y'all might be aight but I don't know y'all niggaz I mean, it's a couple other niggaz that I've met With the FS on my chest without press I got love for Snoop, Puff and Wyclef And my niggaz Esco, so let's go, yo Get money nigga, fuck the fame (The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!) [CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)] Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again) Cassidy! (Man, where ya from) Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man!)

Blood In My Eye

JA RULE "Blood In My Eye"
[Intro Hussein Fatal] And what ever it is then that's what is gonna be nigga Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, "Blood In My Eyes" Shyea', Triple O stand up, Got your mind's back right Jerse's mobbin' these cowards all the time You know gunning them down, Every thing like that Smooth stayin' forty below on these cowards, early nigga Outlaw status only got these niggaz on freeze Get down and lay down, Draw heat and protect your self Rule' holla at yo' peoples nigga.. [Verse 1 Ja Rule] For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow' Like when I dropped my first joint making the world "Holla" I kept it "Between Me And You" Cause that what real street niggaz do "Put it on Me, cause even thugs get lonely Sometimes "I Cry", fo' niggaz I'm a baptized when will they realize I "Live It Up" cop tha coke sell it and re' it up I'm "Always On Time" got bitches "Memsmerize" from the "Thug Lovin" load the clip cock back the nine, open mouth shove it look in his eyes, and squeeze like fuck it And just to think my niggaz do this shit for nuthin' When my wild Rule' thuggins, lookin' to get a come up Come on in and catch the angel that's all in Call me Lord remis' my time, and I'll arrive with Blood in my eyes [Hussein Fatal Talking] That's what real niggaz do u know We hold it down for each other We don't waste time we get it done Why not, Why would'nt we, you know That what goes down you know You draw yours, I draw mine Who ever get the drop that what it is The object is to get it done, let's go it's nuthin' (Yo) [Verse 2 Ja Rule] Fuck tha world and niggaz that proceed to run it Rule' for prez cause I'm one of the best that done it On the M-I, these niggaz spittin' semi, to get by But never really get right, livin off of the hit I "DMX" was my dog, but now we just dog fight Sucking on glass dicks, calling them crack pipes And I'm hearin' you letting yo' health slide these days And yo lady's dicked up, and you contracted to aids Who the fuck you callin' gay nigga, must a been talk to Em' and "Dre", nigga, pour out a little liqour And rest in peace to "Tupac Shakur", cause you let us know that Dre was a queer before And "Marshall" how dare you use his name in vain Son of a panther, you'll never understand his pain But you do understand trailer parks and cocaine Disrespcting your mother what fuckin part of the game is that man , I guess this world need change so we got it, and now I gotta put 'em in the grave Red, guide 'em before they put us in the cage Rule' and Gotti america's most wanted to many.. Come and get me!!! (Pretty soon ya gonna pay)

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