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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics - Wu-Tang Forever


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[RZA] Yo, yo one two one two, yo live in effect We got the king Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah Commonly known to y'all as the RZA Yo before we go into side two or side B of this double CD Knahmsayin I want to give y'all a little announcement man For the last year there's been a lot of music comin out the shit been weak, knowhatI'msayin A lot of niggaz trying to take hip-hop and make that shit R&B, rap and bullshit yaknowhatI'msayin Or make that shit funk Fuck that, this is MCin right here, this is hip-hop Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang gonna bring it to you in the purest form I got the GZA on my side, Killah Priest Sunz of Man, Royal Fam, Killarmy, Gravediggaz, 12 O'Clock Yo, we want to let y'all niggaz know somethin man To my people all across the world; Japan, Europe -- knowhatI'msayin Canada, knowmean -- Austria, Germany, Sweden Yo, this is true hip-hop you listenin to right here In the pure form, this ain't no R&B with a wack nigga takin the loop Be loopin that shit thinkin it's gonna be the sound of the culture YaknowhatI'msayin (That player bullshit) YaknowhatI'msayin All that player dressin up on this shit, actin like this some kind of fashion show man YaknowhatI'msayin This is hip-hop right here YaknowhatI'msayin This is lyrics, MCin And yo, to y'all niggaz who think you going to become an MC overnight YaknowhatI'msayin Better snap out that fuckin dream Man it takes years for this you Cat in the Hat ass rappers You Dr. Seuss, Mother Goose, simple minded (Stop runnin up on niggaz with all that wack shit) Word up man (I'm talking about you MC's) You ain't no MC; niggaz ain't made for this yaknowhatI'msayin This shit was Only Built 4 Cuban Linx -- we told y'all niggaz back then And then everybody wanted to change their motherfuckin name YaknowhatI'msayin We come out with a style Now everybody wanna imitate our style and all you producers out there YaknowhatI'msayin It's all good to show love to a nigga But stop bitin my shit, yaknowhatI'msayin Come from your own heart with this shit And all y'all MC's, stop biting from my niggaz We told ya'll niggaz on the fucking Cuban Linx album Don't bite our shit, y'all niggaz keep biting Yo, I'm going to tell y'all something man It's time for the Wu revolution right here To all my niggaz across the world Raise your motherfucking fist in the air And get ready for the Triumph Cause the Gods is here to take over this shit Word up, peace

Allied Meta-forces Kool G Rap

CANIBUS "Mic Club: Curriculum"
[Canibus] Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin for mommy and shit Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick Thermometer temperature dips below 76 That's what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than 'Bis Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable The audible probability probably ain't probable Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a rule Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, bout to shoot Helicopters stabilized at low altitudes Talkin to the negotiator, layin out the rules In a tight compromise salute, road-block with troops Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots Ten o'clock news flash, 'Bis and G Rap All punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in black Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottle Speakin Japanese like Nomi Masho She got a bangin body, cold sushi with warm saki If I'm rappin sloppy, she got me... [Kool G Rap] Welcome to my world, danger and hazards Gang of bastards, bangin they ratchets King and the Jacker, slangin in traffic Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackage Get brains from the (?), keep blingin with karats Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic Canibus and G Rap, bangin a classic And if that beef on the street - hate you enough, blow out ya brain in ya casket Don't you love this drug element? Where slugs crush ya melon and dome Chrome that's known to break bones in an elephant Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like gelatin Cut through ya skeleton, knockage intelligence Ride, stand, and bite the dust Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus We raised in the slums, with haze in our lungs Raisin the guns, knowin; My day'll come, razors under the tongue Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels, chips in the field of fortune Dead men walkin with hits on the grills Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with wounds nigga Witness G Rap put it back in perspective Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers Get blast for ya necklace Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus We up in the club, dash for the exit Make ya spread 'em out - show you what this lead about Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood Believe they bled it out (yo) Crave for the war, pop out rages with fours Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the pores Bitches and whores with dick in their jaws The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot Open up shop, turn the block to Planet Rock Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer cocked Servin the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean Look at that don nigga swervin in Queens, playa Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shots Hit the curb, birds all on the flock Jockin, like who that there covered in all of them rocks It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homage Get it fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?! (Nigga what, it's the Curriculum!) [Canibus] Yo, e'rything is e'rything my nigga I ain't bitter, but if I gave you the finger it'd be behind the trigger Faggot-ass nigga livin in a gated community Up in radio, tellin them what you gon' do to me I live in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt It takes two to tango, three to jump rope Four to bury the body, plus look out for po' Yo I guard everything within the limits of my post My orders is to smoke you if you get to close The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul Nowadays it's like I'm scared to be known The methods of my motivation is completely subjective My perception is completely parallel to perspective Rhyming is the reason I spit in faces Habituation of my flamboyance without rational reservation Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu, unusual Word-ologically my syllable position is beautiful Only respect niggaz if the feeling is mutual G Rap snatch the tools from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible Prolly throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew if you can't admit I'm iller than you Baby you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo Motherfucker professionallin with the pros [Kool G Rap] Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes and shots blow all them cowards and foes Giacanna proud with the pros, foul mode We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and beaver Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the peeter Yeah we ball big baby, look off the meter You should see us, it's movie star status Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out Dime bitches behavin like ya sex slave skizzied out Some nigga dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a mill Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails The blood trail lead to a corpse Treat my appetite for greed with a torch For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft Roll up my hand sheets with the force We squeeze off, no need for remorse, playa Forty wild goons, we forty Calhouns You die forty foul dooms for forty coward moves Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune nigga What, what nigga? The noble laureate Comin at y'all niggaz.. Uh.. 40-pound style nigga...

Black Girl Lost

NAS "It Was Written"
(feat. JoJo Hailey) [(click) (dialtone) (numbers being dialed)] [phone rings, is picked up right away] [G1] HELLO! [G2] Whassup girl.. [G1] Ain't nothin - this nigga in here stressin talkin that old off the wall back to Africa shit again [G2] What, that God Body shit [G1] Yeah, that dumb shit I'm tryin to get up OUTTA here [G2] I hear that.. but yo, you know the spot is pumpin tonight [G1] Word f'real where [G2] You know, where the real niggaz is poppin the Cristal NOT THAT WHITE STUFF! [G1] Ha hah! Word where the real niggaz at [JoJo Hailey] Listen.. to reason Pretty baby baby listen.. [Nas] A young wild beautiful love child You like them thug style link rockin, then mink coppin Hit you on the sink a hundred dollar drink poppin The head'll make you take him shoppin, a foul doctrine Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick You was innocent, but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit Chanel lookin real, airbrushed nails Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent (so fine..) To see a prophecy, your ebony tone is lockin me The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me Wishin I could be the one man; but you juggle way too many Willies all in one hand You wanna run up in clubs, gettin rubbed on Niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear Get your fuck on - followin week, you back there But what you stuck on, weed, clowns and cars Puffin with some lil nigga, husband not knowin she's out Could you believe Eve, Mother Earth of the seas Niggaz thirst you, you just let em hurt you and leave What up mah, frontin like you naive Pusherman's whip, callin police when you flip Can't understand it, yo it should be a throne for us But for now that's a whole different zone from us, word! [Chorus: JoJo Hailey] Diamonds all shinin, lookin all fine Pretty little face, get a little high Young girl stugglin, tryin to survive Mother of the Earth, she made you and I Just tired of playin the same ol' games Messin with my mind, emotional thangs And there goes.. a black girl.. lost [Nas] Like Isis, she got you heartbroke and felt lifeless Grow up girl instead you want revenge so now you act the nicest to who'sever gettin down and trifless To get his mind all you do is give him somethin priceless Cause in time he'll realize the thighs is all he needs More than weed, then you hit him off with lies and greed (deceit, yeah) There you go again, startin wars, makin me more yours Seem to get a kick out of keepin me on all fours Face glistenin, I'm addicted to you Original, Wisdom Body got me picturin you Igloos of ice trickin on you, you never listen to this nigga spendin Franklins on tennis anklets Must've had a bad deal in the past though Can't even keep it real with a nigga with cash flow Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain You got a job part-time and school's your night thing With dreams to settle down, it ain't far from now You gettin interviewed, but your boss is into gettin screwed Typical day that the black girl sees Comin home wantin more from a college degree [Chorus] [Nas] Where are you focused, on legit niggaz and where the coke is Nice and Thug Life niggaz, yo you seem hopeless Your value - too much to be measured, I wonder how you could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amountin to more than the world, but not knowin nothin about you You leavin the crib, takin all your kids out to drop them off, lettin some nigga knock you off So hot and soft, that's the same thing that got you lost (you should be ashamed) Growin up seein it, it should remind you, you bein lied to Everything that move be inside you Sacred as you are, left with these wannabes to guide you I watched you, hard to knock you, I tried not to They spot you out dancin topless in your drawers Damn look, there goes a black girl lost [JoJo Hailey] You should be ashamed of yourself The way you carry yourself The way you hang out all night long Doin silly things that is wrong Black girl.. [fades out]

Be Healthy

DEAD PREZ "Lets Get Free"
It's all love . . . I don't eat no meat, no dairy, no sweets only ripe vegetables, fresh fruit and whole wheat I'm from the old school, my household smell like soul food, bro curried falafel, barbecued tofu no fish though, no candy bars, no cigarettes only ganja and fresh-squeezed juice from oranges exercising daily to stay healthy and I rarely drink water out the tap, cause it's filthy Lentil soup is mental fruit and ginger root is good for the yout' Fresh veg-e-table with the ital stew sweet yam fries with the green calalloo careful how you season and prepare your foods cause you don't wanna lose vitamins and miner-ules and that's the jewel life brings life, it's valuable, so I eat what comes from the ground, it's natural let your food be your medicine (uh huh) no Excederin (uh uh) strictly herb, generate in the sun, cause I got melanin and drink water, eight glasses a day cause that's what they say They say you are what you eat, so I strive to be healthy my goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy cause true wealth comes from good health, and wise ways we got to start taking better care of ourselves They say you are what you eat, so I strive to be healthy my goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy cause true wealth comes from good health, and wise ways we got to start taking better care of ourselves, be healthy y'all . . . Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold the fuck up, yo we'll take this little intermission, listen what the fuck we gotta say, y'know? Word is bond son, niggaz been livin fat for too long, knowamsayin? Smokin bogeys, fuckin drinkin all types of shit wailin out, not givin a fuck what they puttin in they bodies, son, knowamsayin? 態out time niggaz start thinkin about that shit, son, knowamsayin? That shit is fuckin, makin us deteriorate, son word up, we gotta care bout our little babies an shit, son niggaz got kids to raise, straight up ya gotta start learnin yo self, learning bout ya health, son learnin this world we live in, kid, knowamsayin? It's time to start changin all that shit god, word up so I'm gonna leave y'all niggaz on some shit like that, ya knowamean? Word up, y'all niggaz better start usin y'all minds an shit, kid Peace

What's Happenin'

JUVENILE "Reality Check"
[Juvenile talking] Whats up everybody This your boy Juve The Great Right here with my people sinister And we about to take y'all back to the old school That old school gangster shit Check this shit out [Juvenile] We the only ones with work in the middle of the drought then them niggaz round the corner come and see what we about But we don't know they face so we don't want them by the house But Skipper started bustin when he saw them pullin out We did them niggaz dirty for fuckin up our vibe We packed up all our shit and moved it to the other side Visited our spot this girl was on my dick She said I love you Juvenile but you know you the shit I grabbed on my glock its where the fools hang out I'm only tryin to hustle another change route But they ain't gettin nothin if I ain't on beam I'ma leave them niggaz sufferin to find they own things Workin with plenty for talkin 'bout hoes I don't give them a penny, they comin out they clothes Grabbin on my jimmy to see if nigga swole Have to get it right with this big 'ol totem pole [Chorus] Yes I'm thuggin Yes I'm clubbin I ain't trippin on you look bitch I'm buzzin Hoes and niggaz I'm not lovin Fuck what you gettin if I ain't got nothin What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that [Juvenile] We pull up in front the club and my rims was lookin nice The subwoofers bumpin, I need it in my life We had a couple of fellas was stuntin with they eyes We jump out of the Lexus and got they mind right See I ain't gotta rep cause they know I got chains You can catch me in that ? boy, that money green thang Get a fish and shrimp po' boy and go sit on St. James I'm a playa like my ole boy thats where I get game Goes start passin cause they want me to see 'em Ain't givin no action if they want some per diem I keep a soldier rag from the A.M. to the P.M My heater in my lap lookin great up in the B-M I know them niggaz watchin cause they know that I'm buck But they can catch a hot one for fuckin with a thug Nothin was poppin so we went in the club All the hoes started jockin cause they knew who we was [Chorus] [Juvenile] The owner wasn't trippin, he let a nigga in an The place was jumpin and the hoes was grinnin Not at us though it was at the other women Some was butterscotch some yellow like lemon Had a couple of foul ones chicken and pigeons Some was kinda fine but them bitches didnt listen Told them meet us outside and hoes got missin Put it in reverse and went back for more women Everybody's rollin and you can really see it Look at how they scopin for somebody to be with I ain't on shit and Ive been G'in since the 80's Ain't about goin somewhere probably then "Beat It" You already knowin the way that I'm rockin if you anin goin then ain't nothin poppin Now I'm about to leave cause these niggaz eavesdroppin I got my heater on me now an I don't have to cock it [Chorus]

Mental Case

Dr. Dooom "First Come, First Served"
[Dr. Dooom] Yo, fuck Octagon! Don't ASK me about that FUCKIN shit FUCKIN ask me about that fuckin shit again!! I ain't doin that type of shit (I ain't doin that shit) You motherfuckers think I'm crazy right? (Yeah you crazy) I know, but I am.. I have to show niggaz, word G, I have to blow niggaz Tech 9's, Carbines, pointin in your fuckin faces Thirty-eight Magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em Q his kid left there, with ambulances, by the wheelchair Dangerous Action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attraction Fuck up your front lawn with M M's, Jiffy Popcorn Piss in your mailbox, throw shitty Pampers every two blocks Cut up your great dane, with charcoal out, leavin great flame You fuckin bastard, don't fuck with me, you gettin blasted Niggaz get fucked up, you black niggaz are actin white Your Rolex gone, my project's on your airplane flights First time you check out, baggage claim will throw your neck out Cut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scars Come grab the submachines, Joe step to seminars Niggaz with diamonds, armed crackheads, clock y'all rhymin Take your girl's necklace, stare at the cops, lookin reckless Ass on the corner, think you safe workin at Warner Brothers? Polygram building heard some shots, they want me to chill then security ran, Russell Simmons saw me in a black van I ran the tight intersection, and caught a big erection Spinnin on 3rd, Lexington, through the fuckin red I'm in Manhattan, naked wigs, on my fuckin head Streets full of traffic, drive on sidewalks, that's my habits Chorus: Dr. Dooom and {unknown guest help} Mental case, mental case {Man, he be likin Campbell's soup, Apple Jacks Double XL diapers} Mental case, mental case {Chocolate milk, porno films Flintstone tablets} Mental case, mental case {Roscoe waffles and make them extra soft Oh-KAY?} +1 {Roscoe waffles.. and make them extra soft DUDE!} +2

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