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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Künstler:in
RZA
RZA
Gemischte:r Künstler:in
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Künstler:in
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
Künstler:in
Masta Killa
Masta Killa
Künstler:in
Street Life
Street Life
Künstler:in
Raekwon
Raekwon
Künstler:in
Method Man
Method Man
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Komponist:in
Patrick Charles
Patrick Charles
Komponist:in
Elgin Turner
Elgin Turner
Komponist:in
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Komponist:in
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Komponist:in
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Komponist:in
Ronald Bean
Ronald Bean
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
RZA
RZA
Mischtechniker:in
Mathematics
Mathematics
Produzent:in
Steve Thompson
Steve Thompson
Mischtechniker:in
John Goodmanson
John Goodmanson
Mischtechniker:in
Caleb Shreve
Caleb Shreve
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jose "Choco" Reynoso
Jose "Choco" Reynoso
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
All you hoes be crying for these bitches
All you **** be crying for these hoes
[Verse 2]
Both hands klutzy
Pullin' out gats
Double barreled
Blew off the burner kinda dusty
We back, don't test
Bring it to em proper, partner
Coming from the thirty-six chamber
Math, let the plate spin
Many brothers y'all be sparking
Stray shots, all on the block, that stays hot
If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you
[Verse 3]
Who the fucked knocked out 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 ****, my people's dead, America
Together we stand, divided we fall
Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war
[Verse 4]
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 wrecking ball
Role call, where my **** that's one for all?
And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse
Cash in the envelope, spending on kinfolk
Then smoke a ounce as we count mills
Providing you pure ecstasy without pills
[Verse 5]
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 you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you
[Verse 6]
Y'all dogs better guard your grills, it's all real
We live from Baleelz, it's the god, I-Reelz
Yo wonderful, spark the blill
Let me build with the people for the mills
I'm rolling 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, true and living snipers
You wait like Sixth Sense till hard to kill
[Verse 7]
How you living street life, I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
High tech street intellect, all digital
Project original, shiesty 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
[Verse 8]
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 you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you
[Verse 9]
Hey yo, hey yo, sending letters to trial
My cousin in Wendy's on Viacom
At home it's worth money
Higher dons order drinks
All real ****, order your minks, yo
We got the fitteds on looking all faint
Daddy, everybody get money from now on
Payday, flash Visas, living like Easter everyday
Now it's, fuck Benz, rather a four-thirty
That shit that flow through water
Eyeball come up, drop birdies, yo
[Verse 10]
We can eat right, or we can clap these toys
I'm with street life, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kidding, tryna act like my shoe fitting
Confused with your head up your ass like, who's shitting?
It's hot Nixon, same team same position
Batting average three-five-seven and still hitting
Y'all still bitching, still lame and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg missing and still kicking
'Cause I'm hard, hard like a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe, throw slugs to finish you
It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at this neck
[Verse 11]
Coming from the thirty-six chamber
Bring it to em proper, partner
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
[Verse 12]
It's Wu-Tang, rushing your gang, crushing the game
Pretty thugs clutching they chain, handcuffing they dame
Who get strange, gassed up playing with flame
Let a **** take off his shades, see what I'm saying is
[Verse 13]
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 you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you, ****
[Verse 14]
I wish a **** will
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Written by: Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Elgin Turner, Ghostface Killah, Jason Hunter, Patrick Charles, Ronald Bean
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