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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics - The W

Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)

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[INS] Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you All the way from the slums of Shaolin Special uninvited guests Came in through the back door Ladies and gentlemen, it's them! Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras Takin it straight to Big Man On Campus Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas Scandalous, made the metro panic Cause static, with or without the automatic And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard [Raekwon] Ayo, ayo Waves is spinnin, blades is spinnin Slay em in the eighth inning Stay truck, god stay playin linen Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that Mink jeans on, seen where the real at 2000 zitos, movin wit a ill ego For real, for real, ill lines, ill people Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians Pollyin deals, monopoly and bills Y'all niggas lyin Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach Go broke, all seen, done it Words from the heavy set If I don't eat, then we already met Fly ass bro, liver than coke [Meth] Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video 9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen My sword got a jones, more heads for the severing Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw ya ones in Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in [Masta Killa] That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto Rico Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow Blowin the nozzle, hear it whistle One in the head, this is code red, man for dead X amount of lead spray from the barrel Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit To make my niggas from East New York flip [Bobby Digital] Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY!) You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper And my phaser off stun (BOBBY!) Y'all might just catch me in the park playin chess, studyin math Signin 7 and a sun (BOBBY!) But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!) [Ghostface] Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting Your socks hangin out, yours is talkin Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy Sport my old Force MD furs in the 80's Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee Taught y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots I'm nice, maxed out, creepin wit the ax out Murder these bikini bitches, switchin with they backs out [U-God] Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips Alabama split, hammer slay quick That David Banner gamma ray shit Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch My powder voice, Snow White stiff Verbal killas, gorilla grip God body shit, puff Marley spliffs [Cappadonna] You might see me in a 6, that's not my style You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child I be in the benzo, keep a low profile Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile Tryna get money, y'all cats is wild I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game Live life to the fullest, still want more fame Darts on layaway, beats on standby Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime [GZA] Run on the track like Jesse Owens Broke the record flowin, without any knowin That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ A athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground Wildest nigga who sprint off the gun sound The best time yet still 7.0 Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow

I Got The Power

P. DIDDY "No Way Out"
Verse One: Styles My click is in it til it's over, never sober Bustin over, layin Elaine with the cane and the Rover Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger The young Don, the Heron mover You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz Runnin round, get down like motherfuckin gorillas Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny Black I'm tryin to live, somethin got to give But everyday's the same old, runnin from po-po Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa Yo, it's the style see it's still the same And when worse comes to worse, I steal the cane Papi know my face, so he don't expect it Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept I take my last breath every time I hit the meth It's the D to the E, M to the O N Blowin, steady playin shotgun, throwin Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, cause I lace nine From yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine Chorus: Puff Daddy I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can't fuck wit That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit That nigga that you can't get along wit Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit That nigga that you see in the videos That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes That nigga that'll die for his main man That nigga with the gettin money gameplan Verse Two: Jadakiss Haven't you heard that Bad Boys move in silence yet When you increase the peace, the mo' wild it get I'm only sizin you niggaz from the waist up And I ain't, wettin no parts you can't touch with makeup Mr. Jacob without the Ladder It don't matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup nobody badder, since the, baby finksta I was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter Shit I even blitz the rich to get chips Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip Extra clip in the vacumn if I slip Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb Blown the hall pearl wide bill long gone Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that Worldwide while you simply thought where you lived at Chorus Verse Three: Sheek You don't really wanna get involved, with the L-O-X car Tellers, Goodfellas, that's who we are You can't outsell us, it ain't shit you could tell us Jealous dog, cause we spread like relish Bad Boys, and we all eat together When it go down, then we draw heat together Since I made the connection with the big man I done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the big Land Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped And what you call weight, I know cats who sniff that Enjoy life, what are you sayin If the DA ain't got a nigga payin, papi got him weighin Anything to do with money you can count J in Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain't playin Cream of the crop, and we ain't never gonna stop Hittin you in your head with that butter from The Lox Chorus (fades)

Every Grain Of Salad

Harris Emmylou "Wrecking Ball"
(Bob Dylan) In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere, Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair. Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake, Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break. In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles and, in every grain of sand. Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear, Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer. The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay. I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame And every time I pass that way I always hear my name. Then onward in my journey I come to understand That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand. I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light, In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space, In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face. I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me. I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand

Ice On My Wrist

Magic "Thuggin'"
featuring Ms. Peaches Magic (Ms. Peaches) talking: You big fine ass motherfucker I need to know one thing is you freaky? (oh come on now) huh? I said is you freaky? ( boy you better stop playing with me) you hear what the fuck I'm saying so don't act like you dont hear me (you crazy) I need to know is you bout that freak girl (I aint really tripping) alright well If it's on it's on I need to know is you bout that freak girl (boy I'm not really tripping) alright well If it's on it's on I need to know is you bout that freak girl (I said I'm not tripping) alright well If it's on it's on I need to know is you bout that freak girl (Look boy stop playing I said I'm not tripping) but look look Verse 1: Magic (Ms. Peaches) Let me explain my situation before we even conversate see I'm involved with this female that just can't be replaced So I'm just looking for a friend are you interested? Cause I would love to see you butt-naked lying in my bed You won't regret a mintue just tell me what you like and I promise to make this the best night of your life (Now would you dine on me?) sure baby only the best (Now would you treat me like a queen?) only if you can pass the first test Is the pussy good? ( You just got to see for yourself) Well is you cold with it? (Oh believe me this is the best) It's just me and you and I won't tell nobody so put your hands on my hips and let your neck get rowdy If you suck my soul, I'll play with your emotions so at the point of pentration, your wetter than the ocean getting aroused by my every motion as I'm getting aroused by your Victoria Secret's lotion I'm harder than an armadillian, can't fight this feeling if you get on all four, shoot that ass to the ceiling as I apply the pressure as she starts to moan Ohh if it's it's on...look Why is you biting at that pillow baby, screaming my name? (Because your working that dick, you got me going insane.) (Boy you'se a soilder) I told ya ( How you keeping your composer?) Cause right before we started, I smoked three gards of dolja You getting the dope dick, I prepared for this Wanted to dick you down before I blasted The plastic got the bed down better than average it's only been an hour and she's speaking of marriage I get upset, but then I start to laugh and I can't blame her She's been exposed to Magic, no other man can make her feel like I make her feel (Shit I aint trippin on your wife, I'm trying to keep it real) So what you sayin boo? Cause I'm hoping that I'm hearing you I told you from the jump there was no future in this ( So what you sayin? Don't I fulfill your biggest fantasy) Nah to tell you the truth baby you bothering me I undressed you, only to sex you gave you the dick and it must have impressed you (Man you shiesty ass niggas fucking make me sick I wish I would have known, I would of asked you to lick my clit Dont you recall the day that you begged for the pussy, paided for the pussy) Yeah but now I got the pussy (You just a fucking same nigga, aint nothing changed You just another lame nigga) Magic (Ms. Peaches) talking: Yeah Yeah Yeah Whatever save all that shit you know what? get the fuck out of I'm sick of your stupid ass (What?) (Fuck you, I'll get my shit, I knew I shouldn't have been fucking with you) I aint got time for all this fucking shit (Stupid ass nigga) I got what the fuck I want, I got what the fuck I want get your ass outta here (Fuck you Magic you know that) alright alright whatever (It's cool it's cool I knew I shouldn't have been fucking with you bitch ass nigga Fucking make me sick) get ya shit...get ya shit... (That's what all yall niggas about) get ya...get ya shit and GET THE FUCK OUT

Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa

DE LA SOUL "De La Soul Is Dead"
If you will suck my soul I will lick your funky emotions This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin' But even cooler was my social worker Dillon Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces She had the curves that made you wanna take chances I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin' I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing At the time no one knew but it was a shame That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin' On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin' You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin' Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin' Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you? You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin' (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the deal?) I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin' How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him When I got home, I found she had tried to call me My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry) I tried to call the honey but her line was busy I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon I received a call from Misses Sick herself I asked her how was she recoverin' her health She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute She wanted to talk serious, I said, go ahead-shoot She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip You're just mad he's your overseer at school No need to play him out like he's someone cruel She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie I ask her what's her problem, all she says is Where is he? I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin' She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon None of the kids could understand what was the cause All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over

My Brother's A Basehead

DE LA SOUL "De La Soul Is Dead"
If you will suck my soul I will lick your funky emotions This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from Philly Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly billy Around this time the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin' But even cooler was my social worker Dillon Yeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces She had the curves that made you wanna take chances I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin' I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing At the time no one knew but it was a shame That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin' On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin' You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin' Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin' Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you? You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin' (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the deal?) I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin' How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him When I got home, I found she had tried to call me My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry) I tried to call the honey but her line was busy I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon I received a call from Misses Sick herself I asked her how was she recoverin' her health She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute She wanted to talk serious, I said, go ahead-shoot She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip You're just mad he's your overseer at school No need to play him out like he's someone cruel She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie I ask her what's her problem, all she says is Where is he? I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin' She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon None of the kids could understand what was the cause All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over

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