RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on Ring the bell so it's time to eat Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats, bomb inside the palm Doc rock
[Intro: Raekwon] When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand Yo, Anybody can rhyme,
of CD's, we off the hook W.T.C. y'all soft and shook Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM And back heads down every time we sing Give
[Intro: Raekwon] Chef... let's do it... [Raekwon] Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends Actors, vixens, niggas put your kicks in Blood money
Get Excited, With The Heat And Clap First must Of Had A Hot Hand To Go In His Waist Band set He Had To Lick A Shot For A Top Notch Clan multiple Swordsmen
[kung fu sample] They told me, what happened, alright You're still young, and things like that always happen When you'll learn, then you'll know not to
[Ghostface Killah] Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched
[RZA] Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo Yo park the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee Permanent
Two thousand and two Lookin' like a tennis player Representin' the Wu You gangsta nigga? Two thousand and two You? You isn't Representin' the motherfuckin
One of these days, and it won't be long (It won't be long now) One of these days, and it won't be long (You bound to come up) One of these days, and
they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan
y'all niggaz is armed And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin' Louis Rich Most people say the Clan was
Light is shinin', beauty sunshine Here comes one-time, the ball was so fine Heat is blazin', the kids were playin' His partner was Shady, tryin' to slave
gone Y'all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh oh I think they're playin' our song Lit blunts clan
What that nigga want God? Word up, look out for the cops (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage
here, off the blocks It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the hood Gotta a hundred wolves waitin' in the woods For the Clan's forthcomin'
guns down An' report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan
