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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics - Iron Flag

Shaolin Worldwide

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(feat. Street Life) ['Who's the knucklehead wantin respect' -- Ghostface] [sample repeats in background of Street's intro] [Intro: Street Life, (Method Man)] Yo, yo Never doubt the Life (EHHHH! YO!) Yo Who the fuck are you to criticize me Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey Yo (respect, that's my word) [Street Life] Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen All my life I've been poverty stricken Always took what's mines, never was given a second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position Street juridictions, nigga, no restriction Concrete composition for emcee's in submission Special edition crash course mission Push through like the task force and crush all competition See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin Greet your man posted up like two little bitches When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot buscuit These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district Leave no finger prints and no survivin witness [Chorus: Method Man] Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide (Yo, yo Math!) It's them kids from the otherside 'Shaolin' Worldwide Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! [Inspectah Deck] Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor Scadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin a revolver in my Parker Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder Fear the bow of the silent archer Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter Poison darter, news photographers document the horror While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar Your highnes, the crowd hollar Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma Crowd sponser, hotter than Bahama steam saunas The Rebel of opera, popped off the choclate and the gosha Monster truck crush you imposters [Chorus: Method Man] Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the otherside 'Shaolin' Worldwide I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! [Method Man] I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential Overlooked cuz y'all can't understand what I been thru You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to Actin like the street, they ain't got no street credentials Crack villians, raps be killin instrumentals The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials Up shit's creek lookin for some more shit to get into Got the Clan jewels as I continue to serve you everythin on that's on the menu with Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man told you Wake Up My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me Shaolin What Don't get it fucked up and cross me Rappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossy Say it ain't so! Bust the callico Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go [Chorus: Method Man] Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the otherside 'Shaolin' Worldwide Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! ['wantin respect--wantin respect' -- Ghostface] ['Who's the knucklehead wantin respect' -- Ghostface] ['wantin respect--wantin respect' -- Ghostface] ['wantin respect, sharpest niggas in the...' -- Ghostface]

For Da Brothaz

Kool G. Rap "4 5 6"
Chorus: repeat 2X Yo you gotta go you gotta go you gotta go (G: And aiyyo what you don't know believe the ghetto knows) [Kool G. Rap] New York New York the city that never sleeps Bodies covered in white sheets are layin in the streets Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props You gotta split a top on the regular or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder Another brother six feet under You know it ain't no jokin when the streetlights are broken So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin 'loc Step out of line, I hope you got your nine gun son The Smith and Wess', you better press 9-1-1 (word up) or make a run for it there's too many to tackle The Big Apple'll put your ass on ice like a Snapple So even though I rap I gots to stay strapped Niggaz act up I back up (PI-YAH) I bust a cap inside your fuckin hat Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops (BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies drop The younger gunmen got the bigger niggaz runnin The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin to push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it's like that Chorus [Kool G. Rap] Today's headlines, another nigga dead Six to the body and fo' to the head Followed the red bitch in the bed full of lead A drug-related case and now the place is filled with Feds Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of dope Two ounces of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat So, another brother caught the ultimate surprise with blown out brains, to drop stains on his eyes Dazed as I sit back and watch the channel two news Watchin his family goin through all the boo-hoos You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin deeper Nothin left in the room except for him, the Grim Reaper Police are takin ? snapshots, scoop up some blooddrops Pull out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the street So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat Seal off the area with yellow tape, draw the white chalk around the body now the party has to motivate One more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the green Died at the age of seventeen Chorus [Kool G. Rap] Strollin the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets I seen niggaz pull up, peepin me out the side a black Jeep Six feet deep, that's where I'm goin if I'm slippin Steady cockin my shit cause I already got the clip in Now who's the first nigga to run up, here they come up the block hardrocks with glocks rollin holdin they guns up I buck, I buck, and then I struck one in the chest Nigga shoulda wore a vest but now his ass is put to rest But now I got three mo' niggaz, pullin triggers Strays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga zigga But who got the biggest strap? Who's bustin bigger caps? My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP PAPS No haps, G. Rap ain't goin out like a sucker I reloaded the shot and dropped another motherfucker Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the bullets comin at me Cause I won't be too happy with a slug inside my nappy Two more niggaz left, they scared to death, but I'm leary Shit gets kinda scary when I got bulletholes near me I went between two cars, lettin off the quarter pound I see another body fallin down to the ground Quick I run up on him cause I don't think that he's dead Standin over his ass I put two more inside his head That's three niggaz down, only got one nigga to go I gots to send his ass to the gravedigger so I lay low in the cut and wait for moneygrip to slip up Nearly shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up Look over by the GS, see his ass stickin his head out Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain dead out the back of his head, now he's dead, because he fell face down right on the motherfuckin streets that he dwelled Chorus 2.5X

Ghetto Knows

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "4, 5, 6"
Chorus: repeat 2X Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go (G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows) [Kool G. Rap] New York, New York, the city that never sleeps Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props You gotta split a top, on the regular or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder Another brother six feet under You know it ain't no jokin when the streetlights are broken So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin 'loc Step out of line, I hope you got your nine gun son The Smith and Wess', you better press 9-1-1 (word up) or make a run for it there's too many to tackle The Big Apple'll put your ass on ice like a Snapple So even though I rap I gots to stay strapped Niggaz act up I back up (PI-YAH) I bust a cap inside your fuckin hat Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops (BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies drop The younger gunmen got the bigger niggaz runnin The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin to push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it's like that Chorus [Kool G. Rap] Today's headlines, another nigga dead Six to the body and fo' to the head Followed the red bitch in the bed full of lead A drug-related case and now the place is filled with Feds Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of dope Two ounces of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat So, another brother caught the ultimate surprise with blown out brains, to drop stains on his eyes Dazed as I sit back and watch the channel two news Watchin his family goin through all the boo-hoos You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin deeper Nothin left in the room except for him, the Grim Reaper Police are takin ? snapshots, scoop up some blooddrops Pull out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the street So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat Seal off the area with yellow tape, draw the white chalk around the body now the party has to motivate One more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the green Died at the age of seventeen Chorus [Kool G. Rap] Strollin the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets I seen niggaz pull up, peepin me out the side a black Jeep Six feet deep, that's where I'm goin if I'm slippin Steady cockin my shit cause I already got the clip in Now who's the first nigga to run up, here they come up the block hardrocks with glocks rollin holdin they guns up I buck, I buck, and then I struck one in the chest Nigga shoulda wore a vest but now his ass is put to rest But now I got three mo' niggaz, pullin triggers Strays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga zigga But who got the biggest strap? Who's bustin bigger caps? My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP PAPS No haps, G. Rap ain't goin out like a sucker I reloaded the shot and dropped another motherfucker Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the bullets comin at me Cause I won't be too happy with a slug inside my nappy Two more niggaz left, they scared to death, but I'm leary Shit gets kinda scary when I got bulletholes near me I went between two cars, lettin off the quarter pound I see another body fallin down to the ground Quick I run up on him cause I don't think that he's dead Standin over his ass I put two more inside his head That's three niggaz down, only got one nigga to go I gots to send his ass to the gravedigger so I lay low in the cut and wait for moneygrip to slip up Nearly shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up Look over by the GS, see his ass stickin his head out Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain dead out the back of his head, now he's dead, because he fell face down right on the motherfuckin streets that he dwelled Chorus 2.5X

Paid Vacation

KOTTONMOUTH KINGS "Hidden Stash II: The Kream Of The Krop"
We put some of the illest beats from the west coast into circulation You swept them under the rug cuz we was Caucasian Had you even second guessin our hip hop occupation We don't give a fuck about Mtv or your local radio station Kottonmouth Kings serves the underground nation oh no I'm back in the scene still same car same zip code didn't move too far same old friends same old story drink throw up then puke and rally same old pets I still got Ed quit smokin bogues now i get head instead same old bed but i got new sheets cause the ass i hit now yo you wouldn't believe still smokin pot still dodgin cops two things in my life that are never gonna stop still drivin high bust the same ol tricks 50-50 on the lip kick flip off the hit same ol jokes pop the same size tokes still hit the river in the same dope boats still no coke but smoke an ounce a day and any jay in the rotation is done Our whole life is a paid vacation You probably wont hear us on your radio station Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin Forever circulating on a quest to be free God damn i got some worn out shit The same old pants and the dirty ass lid My worn out socks and my worn out shoes Still got the same ol sweaters that i never even use I gotta worn out couch in the middle of my house It's all fuckin faded cuz i always pass out My bike still rolls you know the BK's a ripper My skate's gettin old but i got some new stickers the faders leeking over broke another bong and lost a big nug of ganja just got burned by some candles i misplaced my records and i smoked all my kamels the table in my kitchen gots a chip up in the glass and the pressure from the faucet for the the water dont blast im gonna lose it my shits goin south on me I'm done damn i need some money Our whole life is a paid vacation You probably wont hear us on your radio station Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin Same ol X same punk rock veins Same bounced checks just sign different names Same ol sheets got the crusty cum stains Same dirty thought, I'm a dick for brains Same ol story same ol routine same nympho same old butt feind same ol player same old ass ways same ol number back from my club days Same ol Same ol we got some new shit I just bought a truck and i got a new crib well you got a new crib i just purchased a pound I'm bout to chop it all up and slang it around my town well i'ma need about 4 to drop my price to the ground whoa it ain't as serious as it sounds whoa to the people that have laid the foundation bob marley cypress hill 2 Short and Total Devistation

Lookin' At Us

Black Rob "Life Story"
Lookin' at Us featuring Cee-Lo [Black Rob] Yo, yo Nobody knew where he came from, or got his name from All we know is he killed Keith with the same gun He used on Terrell, Tone from outta jail Now he we livin and makin a lotta mil Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat But niggas like him always got the gat Gotta take 'em off, gotta play them all real soon Call them hoes we hit in Cancoon, get them a room At the Radison over Madison I'm imaginin somewhere down the line Im'a have to use my gat again I'm alright with stayin up all night And puffin dark chocolate trees til the dark turns light That nigga seen us, you actin like there's no beef between us Act like, he ain't got cream swayin the dope fiends around the co'na You ?fucked my man? he got me on'na Whole 'notha level, money grippa's a gonna' Chorus [Black Rob Cee-Lo] Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Actin like they wanna do som'thin to us Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched I'll negotiate the matter in gats he trust In the club one night, war spittin at us In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush hush Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us [Black Rob] Made them hoes approach duke on some How ya doin shit Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin with his *Silence* (Sho' man) Just like I thought, he about to get caught They goin all out in the backseat suckin 'em off Cee-Lo, stay close dogg, we ain't tryin to lose 'em (Alright) Only thing on my dome is what I'm gon' do to 'em He killed Keith, I knew that playa since he was small When he used to ball, and mess with Polly down the hall Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame Gotta ?fuck him? with his name, Im'a put in his brain But slow down, he's pullin over, park right behind that Nova If duke wake up, put 36 in his Rover, cut the motor He tryin to draw attention to us This ain't the time baby boy, this is about to blow up Syncronize ya Rol' up, we got one minute to rock it Murder's a hard job, but somebodies gotta stop it Chours [Cee-Lo] Just off the plane on a New York vacation 'ang Come on, lets get gone, nigga its on a gang Swervin in the rain, and workin the woodgrain We did about two ?????next lane? Now feel the pain And if its affectin you it involves me in it And its all great 'cause I get on a niggas ass in a minute We've established innocence, this Benz ain't rigged Its easy, accelerate and make those twenties rotate Even the corner cowboy ??? hennesy straight Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction I sense tension, here and some nigga over there's givin us his undivided attention Aiyyo Rob yo, is that this nigga (Who?) Is that this nigga that been 'round here fuckin with'choo? Want you want me to do? Who you want me to run over, and run through? With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news is true This nigga done did somethin that he can't undo And anybody who came here with him deserves one too Is it true fuckin up my good clothes on you, scandalous hoes I suppose these bullet holes make ya widow keep the casket closed How you kids gonna get gay back to you, thats how it goes Cee-Lo, Black Rob, Goodie Mob, Bad Boy, down south Up top it gon' stop Chorus x2

School Street

DMX "The Great Depression"
Grrrrrrr.. uh, uh, uh, YEAH! UHH! Fourth motherfuckin time baby (WHAT) Out the gate! (uh-huh) You motherfuckers can't be serious (you can't be serious) You thought I'd let you have this shit (WHAT) YOU THOUGHT THIS RAP SHIT WAS YOURS (UH-UH! Uh-uh!) You motherfuckers done lost your mind (uh-huh) For real - get the fuck outta here with that bullshit I'm about to let y'all niggaz know, how it's goin dizzy baby Uhh, uhh, UHH, UHH, UH! School Street, School Street, home of the brave Suckers actin like they want it, ends up in the grave (c'mon!) I'm DMX but my, name ain't Dave (uh) Step to my title and I'll crash yo' wave Buildin #80 (uh-huh) used to L-I-V-E (uh-huh) Come through on the, late night tip and you could see me (uhh!) Coolin with D-Nice and Box, my man (WHAT!) M.R., my number one fan (WHAT!) Small Paul, Mike Lou, native New Yorkers Chase a.k.a. Kenny, and Chuckie Walters (UH!) Black Shawn, Black Tim and Black Darren (woo!) Black Tyrone, Black Al and Black Baron (woo!) Rob and Carlos, Jersey and Dink (UH!) James Weldon with the, cuban link (c'mon!) Little Nick, Tony Koch, and Ollie (uh-huh) Remember () when they used to fuck with Holly (yeah!) Abby and Blue, B-Boyin Shawn Bill Smith, Nick Bird, Scoop and Shawan (UH!) Can't forget Long, Paris, Tone and Donny (WHAT!) Adman to Steve, Fat Reggie, and Ronnie Black Lonnie, D-Mack, and Michael {*BLAM*} Ha ha! A.K.A. Psycho (WHAT!) Me and Nick Styles used to get piles of cash (c'mon!) My man Reg kept a jammy in the stash (c'mon!) Aiyyo Flocko, Doug and Jerome (uh-huh!) It won't be long before Ice comes home Nate Karasha, Bin, Buck G's, Bashir, don't give a fuck! (WHAT!) Little Joe, kickin like Chuck Norris (WHAT!) Most of all I can't forget my man Forrest (WHAT!) Fourteen K Alfie, Bubbles Bo (UH!) Ralph (), Smooth and Derenzo (WHAT!) The old school with Money Mark and Red Mack (yeah!) Kool Breeze, Dry Kool, and Kangol Jack (uh-huh!) David Earl, Jeff Kato, and Dylan Peace to Mike Coleman (WHAT!) heard the brother's chillin (woo!) Little niggaz, like Big Joe and Nutty Eighty-eight Dave Dan, the Peanut gettin money Tweety Bird, Big Monty and Docky (UH!) His brother Chico Red Mask Brother Hockey (UH!) Gots to give a shoutout, to the deceased (aight) Little Monty and Paso, rest in peace Yo I remember all that, cause I was there School Street got shit sewn up all the way to the square (WHAT!) No one would dare even, stop to stare (UH!) Cause they know we don't care and we don't play fair (UH-HUH!) Yeah, School Street is schoolin (WHAT!) Fuck what you heard, nigga School Street duelin (WHAT!) Who you think you foolin you'll end up in yo' grave (c'mon!) Fuckin with School Street, home of the brave (woo!) Motherfucker, now you know.. where I'm from.. where it's at.. WHAT! Motherfucker get got! {*rapid gun blasts*} Bitch-ass nigga.. home of the brave [BLAM]

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