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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics - Wu-Tang Forever

The Projects

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[Raekwon chattin with Shy] Peace God Peace to the Gods How you God Studyin one-twenty right now Mmmm Call me back at the God Hour [Raekwon the Chef] The Fuck It's just the new way of thinkin Light up the broccoli kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] New York projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is tech-9 Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow Double oh-seven mark The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] Projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns Plus beef I hone, the condom broke Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones

103 And Roosy

ACTION BRONSON "Blue Chips"
Medication in the plastic bag I'm a man motherfucker, you're a half a fag My chest is hairy like the Cubans rocking silk In the 80s on Miami beach You're just a rabbit that be captured by the falcons feet I hunt for the meat see me we can thump in the street Fuck around leave you slumped in your seat Cause we're coming from Queens, every platter is Zagat rated Caramelized up, bulls are getting castrated Hold up hold up someone pass the weed to me Fuck a routine I'm switching up the scenery Boats with decks strictly using throats for sex Yoga stretch, open pussy like a sofa bed Key lime spear fishing off the Yucatan Grab a barracuda higher than a parachuter Pair of shooters Anthony and Harper Caciocavalli dog I'm sharper than the archer I'm an artisan down for bi-partisan Cause everyone getting paid see me with the freshest fade Charles Oakley gecko belts and durangos I fuck good and make big seeds like a mango NFL ready, sculpted for the clay court Simple spaghetti shifting in the gray sport Suck my dick bitch real good Mother fuck a kid, Action Bronsolino suck my balls No disrespect ma, I'm tryna eat the pussy Lift your legs over you head so I can taste the tushy King Thrust is what they call me at the hooker house 260 pounds of pressure right in a hookers mouth 5'7" with the ass of of a horse Put it in from behind its the salad I toss She ride me like a maniac Best believe the bitch a brainiac She known to keep a fresh shaven cat Milk chocolate and her eyes like the sun Keep a loaded 22 inside her thighs and her buns Her pussy lips are tight just like the box of a nun She'll have a fiend itchy and scratchy for rock in the slums Boosting in the boostiere I give my favorite Goose away just to get a closer look at how the juices spray Fucking tired can't go no more My raps are marinated days ahead Jalapeno cream cheese on the raisin bread That's for breakfast I've got a death wish you never catch Bronsolino in a necklace I'm on the block like tetris Caddy green Northstar engine Pecan pie seats Lord I'm a legend Queens shit man

Never Blink

THE JACKA
This that new shit nigga Follow my lead bitch [Verse 1: Jacka] I prolly smoked alot of hop in my weed befo And it made a nigga crazy but I'm loungin tho Niggas hope that they gun stay from round me yo Call up cause be like "blood need a pound of that dro" Times is gettin hectic man I'll pay you back later Fightin a case cause ya boy done went to school with a kata I felt nothin man it's really nuthin It's been so long since Jacka felt somethin I keep comin with lines that keep numbin ya face like coke lines She keep hummin the background, what that sound like? Shit, I shoulda stayed in school or somethin Now I'm fresh out the county huntin down my runners You feel me? [Chorus: x2] [Jacka:] I, hit the block high [J. Stalin:] make the song cry [Jacka:] got the eyes of a snake [J. Stalin:] never blink never cry [Jacka:] I, only move weight so I can live one time, I'm a real nigga you can hear it in my rhymes [Verse 2: J. Stalin] Today I opened the paper Seen about 5 of my niggas, 2 got hit with a kata 2 got hit with a nine 1 in critical condition Plus they found my niggas mama on the shore with that fish That's why I smoke alot bo in blunt & I Pull the ski mask down hoppin out the suicides I'm on a suicide, don't really care if I die Cause so many of my niggas done died, & it's like a jungle Sometimes I wonder how I keep from goin under Plus these mothafuckas keep, stealing my bundle But I'm a nutso, from west o you must know Catch me in a Marauder with ya baby mama I'm a baby gorilla got banana clips for the drama Knock a nigga off than feed him to the piranhas Gotta be around for when my son come out my baby mama [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Dubb 20] Man my life ain't no walk in the park I spent many nights alone, in the cold, lost in the dark Me & my sister, nothin but death can break us apart Inside I'm superman ain't nothin breakin this heart Yeah mama ain't raised no punk, taught me the basics Never graze shit, whenever it's funk Taught me to reign shit, take shit, whenever I want And if a nigga like "whassup? ", then leave him with lumps That's exactly what I do, follow my mamas rules Of e, not d, cause that's what my mama use I'm thuggin dude, I drug abuse, look at me I'm from the gutter why the fuck should I be happy? My hair nappy, plus I grew up broke, And I'm still livin broke, what I grow up for? I wish they never had me shoulda let me go If you feelin how I'm feelin yo let me know Might twist up some rope & just let me blow Rob make the beat hot & just let me flow The dope I chase the hood boys know my face I'm runnin stuck in place, man there's no escape [Chorus x2]

To Whom This May Concern

E-40 "Loyalty And Betrayal"
Shit, if the shoe fit, wear it, fuck it BEOTCH! Chorus: E-40 (repeat 2X) To whom this may concern All you rappers with all that fetti to burn The industry is finicky so let me make this clear THEY'LL HAVE A NEW NIGGA NEXT YEAR!! [Verse One] I know you're shinin like a light I know your record sales is politics and hype I know you're boohoo'n cause none of your royalty statements never had a check attached to 'em Famous but unrecouped; circumstances predicated on large-ass video budgets, and takin out advancements Uhh, March and September, that's quite a ways 40 - 40? Oh he get paid every thirty days shorty! Uhh, I ain't no lame I'm different from y'all, I come from the game (From the game) I ain't gotta explain I been hella raw, I been spittin game I seen you on the Billboard I saw you when you got that MTV Award Uh, number one on SoundScan Congratulations playa; dude can I shake yo' hand? Oh you don't wanna shake my hand, now you too good now? Oh it's like that you 'sidin on yo' folks now? Enjoy it while you're here.. .. THEY'LL HAVE A NEW NIGGA NEXT YEAR!! Chorus [Verse Two] Uhh, air-play, program directors from the Bay don't support they rappers in the Yea (in the Yea) They figure we ain'ts real hip-hop (hip HOP) They lookin for some mainstream flip-flop (flip) But I ain't finsta sit down (sit down) Sit down and wait for this shit to come back around Shit I just like to perk (whatchu like to do?) I like to get out there and network Charlie Hustle fall off? I doubt it Shit, when niggaz stop talkin about me that's when I'm gon' WORRY about it And if they do I'ma take the independent road A hundred thousand units on the underground; playboy, that's ghetto gold! Never breakin a sweat (a, a sweat) Slangin albums from the internet (from the internet) Ain't nuttin but respect here.. .. THEY'LL HAVE A NEW NIGGA NEXT YEAR!! Chorus [Verse Three] My loyal fans wanna know why it's so noticeable and how come none of E-40 lyrics ain't never been in The Source 'Hip-Hop Quotable'? To tell the truth it's kinda irkin me, cause I don't know I ain't rappin too fast, see y'all just listenin too slow You can ask +Zomba+ I'm about a thousand songs deep Spittin ghetto anthems that I done had I shoulda been ran out of heat (ran out of heat) I had to prove myself first I didn't get my deal based on a sixteen measure verse Uhh, damn right and ever since dude 'Pac passed away the West coast ain't been eatin right If he was alive I'd ask him for his opinionation and if he was me what would he do in this sort of situation Would he take off on these journalists, tell me what you think for assassinatin motherfuckers characters with all that bad ink? How they gonna have me Top 50, #43? I'm a hog, shit; that's why I don't fuck with Blaze I fuck with Murder Dog Chorus 2X [E-40] BEATCH! See what I'm sayin? This shit is finicky It's a fool out there, ya dum dums! Smell this nigga? Charlie Hustle, millenium ballers nigga (beatch) Thought you thoughtamajig (HOE!!!)

Trigonometry

Maestro Fresh Wes "Built To Last"
(there's been just a slight delay folks they just had a little technical problem please be paitent. You know you're gonna see one of the best shows you've seen in a long long time. The Maestro will kick some butt here) Back in this kid Straight up and down Emcees gonna see a differnt type of light right about now son It's the Maes' baby [Chorus] Boo nigga the heat's on nigga Laugh a nigga up for something that he wasn't Yo yo From Galloway to Waterloo I slaughter troops Chicken's give me head while I'm puffin' a blunt Watchin' college hoops Y'all don't wanna scuffle That's like Micheal Johnson racin' Donovan Bailey You're faked to pull a muscle In a tussle, I'd take you Maes' is on some Rocky four rap draco shit (gotta break you) Fuck you and your fake crew I'm the deadliest verbal monster Like Prince, I'll purify your wife, and lay your man a Tonka The black Moses, I blessed you Mr. Maes', back to the rescue Got poetry to hoes and dress too I'm top gunnin' I'm over comin' My shit is so stunning, I can even make Craig G say (mmm, mmm, mmm. Ain't that somethin') Runnin' with the fly around, watch how the messiah shine My interscope goes deep as Jimmy Iovine You'd best beleive Even Lebanese chicks never leave Melodies'll breeze Beleeze to Tel Aviv nigga [Chorus] I'm screamin' on all you emcees Like Isrealites and white people You'd could never make a sequel to my joint Drop The Needle Backbone, even if you're smokin' crack stone Mixed with cheeba You'd never win, G You'd better stay down to earth like them twins be I'm warinin' ya, you've never seen such a champion The only emcee on a national anthem (tell 'em son) From Brampton to the Hamptons Teeny-boopers love me like them young kids to Hanson The brother with the phattest beats From here to Anthens, Greece I go to church and still run up in the pastor's niece It's sicknin', I'm tellin' you friend Even Prime Minister Chretian knows I'm tres bein [Chorus]

The Visine

Maestro "Built To Last"
(there's been just a slight delay folks, they just had a little technical problem, please be paitent. You know you're gonna see one of the best shows you've seen in a long, long time. The Maestro will kick some butt here) Back in this kid Straight up and down Emcees gonna see a differnt type of light right about now, son It's the Maes', baby [Chorus] Boo nigga, the heat's on nigga Laugh a nigga up for something that he wasn't Yo yo From Galloway to Waterloo I slaughter troops Chicken's give me head while I'm puffin' a blunt Watchin' college hoops Y'all don't wanna scuffle That's like Micheal Johnson racin' Donovan Bailey You're faked to pull a muscle In a tussle, I'd take you Maes' is on some Rocky four rap draco shit (gotta break you) Fuck you and your fake crew I'm the deadliest verbal monster Like Prince, I'll purify your wife, and lay your man a Tonka The black Moses, I blessed you Mr. Maes', back to the rescue Got poetry to hoes and dress too I'm top gunnin' I'm over comin' My shit is so stunning, I can even make Craig G say (mmm, mmm, mmm. Ain't that somethin') Runnin' with the fly around, watch how the messiah shine My interscope goes deep as Jimmy Iovine You'd best beleive Even Lebanese chicks never leave Melodies'll breeze Beleeze to Tel Aviv nigga [Chorus] I'm screamin' on all you emcees Like Isrealites and white people You'd could never make a sequel to my joint Drop The Needle Backbone, even if you're smokin' crack stone Mixed with cheeba You'd never win, G You'd better stay down to earth like them twins be I'm warinin' ya, you've never seen such a champion The only emcee on a national anthem (tell 'em son) From Brampton to the Hamptons Teeny-boopers love me like them young kids to Hanson The brother with the phattest beats From here to Anthens, Greece I go to church and still run up in the pastor's niece It's sicknin', I'm tellin' you friend Even Prime Minister Chretian knows I'm tres bein [Chorus]

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