Wu-Tang Clan lyrics
Wu-Tang Clan lyrics
"Rules lyrics"
Kicking It lyrics
When I look in your eyes I see a reflection of mebeing there for you whenever you need meI cant describe my soul feelin so deep for you girl its like a dream cometrueyou are my everythingI wont ever leave you, or desert youI wont risk the good things that we have in life , oh girlIts important to me, for you to trust me babyCause I'm givin my all and all to you right nowJust right, tonight, I wanna love you downI'll never ever leave you alone and confuse
[RZA]When I look in your eyes I see a reflection of mebeing there for you whenever you need meI cant describe my soul feelin so deep for you girl its like a dream cometrueyou are my everythingI wont ever leave you, or desert youI wont risk the good things that we have in life , oh girlIts important to me, for you to trust me babyCause I'm givin my all and all to you right nowJust right, tonight, I wanna love you downI'll never ever leave you alone and confuse
All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches
All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes
[scratched samples]
"Both hands clusty" - Ghost, "Pullin out gats" - Raekwon
"Double barreled" - Meth, "Blew off the burner kinda dusty" - Ghost
"We back, don't test" - Raekwon, "Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth
"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth
"Math, let the plate spin" - GZA, "Many brothers y'all be sparkin"
"Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" - Inspectah Deck
"If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu" - Method Man
[Ghostface Killah]
Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?
Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now
Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?
Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits!
No disrespect, that's where I rest my head
I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead
America, together we stand, divided we fall
Mr. B
Les Blousons Noirs lyrics
Avec un peu de nostalgie On ?coute du rockabilly Pour se souvenir qu'? Paris Ca nous f'sait danser toutes les nuits Rendez-vous au Golf Drouot Pour y voir les alligators Jezebel Rock toujours plus haut Le rock & roll toujours plus fort Rendez-vous ? la Foire du Tr?ne A Daumesnil, ? Buzenval Mais aussi partout sur la zone Avec les anges aux figures sales C'est le calvaire des voyous Une hirondelle dans le cou D'la gomina sur ton paqu'bot Un peigne ou une cha?ne ? v?lo O? s
ush sit down, I'm in charge of the war!Avec un peu de nostalgie On ?coute du rockabilly Pour se souvenir qu'? Paris Ca nous f'sait danser toutes les nuits Rendez-vous au Golf Drouot Pour y voir les alligators Jezebel Rock toujours plus haut Le rock & roll toujours plus fort Rendez-vous ? la Foire du Tr?ne A Daumesnil, ? Buzenval Mais aussi partout sur la zone Avec les anges aux figures sales C'est le calvaire des voyous Une hirondelle dans le cou D'la gomina sur ton paqu'bot Un peigne ou une cha?ne ? v?lo O? s
[Inspectah Deck]
Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all
Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball
Role call where my niggaz that's one for all
And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse
Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk
Then smoke a ounce as we count mills
Providin you pure ecstasy without pills
[Chorus: Method Man]
Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu
[Masta Killa]
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real
We live from (?), it's the God I-Reelz
Yo wonderful, spark the blillz
Let me build with the people for the mills
I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville
Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, t
Callin' In Sick lyrics
Hit my snooze alarm for the twenty seventh time Just don't feel like goin' to work - I think I'll call my boss, then I'm Gonna hack and cough and wheeze Swear I got some strange disease What's that little twerp gonna say Hey I'm callin' in sick today Callin' in sick today I could shine my pennies or clean my lava lamp I could spend all day in my underwear wathing "Ernest Goes To Camp" I could sit and count my hair I could burp my Tupperware I'm
rue and livin snipersHit my snooze alarm for the twenty seventh time Just don't feel like goin' to work - I think I'll call my boss, then I'm Gonna hack and cough and wheeze Swear I got some strange disease What's that little twerp gonna say Hey I'm callin' in sick today Callin' in sick today I could shine my pennies or clean my lava lamp I could spend all day in my underwear wathing "Ernest Goes To Camp" I could sit and count my hair I could burp my Tupperware I'm
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill
[StreetLife]
How you livin StreetLife? I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
High-tech, street intellect, all digital
Project original, sheisty individual
New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest
We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest
Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us
Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us
[Chorus]
[Raekwon the Chef]
Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom
At home, it's worth money, I adorns
Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo
We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink
Daddy everybody get money from now on
Payday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday
Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430
That shit that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo
[Method Man]
We can eat rig
The Colour Of Day lyrics
Was I ever right In wantin' to lay down beside, all the dreaming I think that I'll stand up with all my might And take my chances All the while, all the while You're bitter sweet and full of favors Just beggin' ta take the chance In a way, I was demandin' Glad that I'm grounded Cause all I ever wanna be, is free No safer than sorry (hey y) No plans to ignore it I'm keepin' this glory Like the colour of the day And I recognize, The price that must be paid, for salva
ht, or we can clap these toysWas I ever right In wantin' to lay down beside, all the dreaming I think that I'll stand up with all my might And take my chances All the while, all the while You're bitter sweet and full of favors Just beggin' ta take the chance In a way, I was demandin' Glad that I'm grounded Cause all I ever wanna be, is free No safer than sorry (hey y) No plans to ignore it I'm keepin' this glory Like the colour of the day And I recognize, The price that must be paid, for salva
I'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?
It's Hot Nixon, same team same position
Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin
Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin
Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! Hard like a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you
It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck
"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth
"Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth - "Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang"
[Method Man]
It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game
Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang
Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames
Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is..
[Chorus]