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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Künstler:in
Method Man
Method Man
Künstler:in
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
Künstler:in
GZA
GZA
Künstler:in
Raekwon
Raekwon
Künstler:in
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Künstler:in
Ronald Isley
Ronald Isley
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Komponist:in
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Komponist:in
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Komponist:in
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Komponist:in
Samuel Barnes
Samuel Barnes
Komponist:in
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Poke & Tone
Poke & Tone
Produzent:in
Jason Goldstein
Jason Goldstein
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(It's true, The Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous) Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs (woo), Trackmasters (oh-ooh) It's a Wu-Tang official right here, y'know (yeah) Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked - 'Bout to change now, it's a shame how Things ain't the same, but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, The Usual Suspects, we at it Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you're feelin' yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds, too hot to wear clothes Still me, always have and will be Ill G, it's silly to hate but feel free Hey, hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday Back in the game now, copped me some weight now (yeah) My people 'bout to eat now, - 'bout to change now (oh, yeah) Back in the game now, all my - in the hood now (oh) Better catch up now, - 'bout to change now (yeah) Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin' Young dumb and thugging, give a - about nothin' Stuck at rock bottom, tryna come up on somethin' Pumpin' from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin' Vision my - now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin' the life Ante-up 'cause if you blow the dice On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin' home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been burying my folks ever since they raised the price on the - Searchin' for a quick antidote Mo' Money, Mo' Problems to cope We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin' Rebel who Inspects the Deck Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds, we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin' a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down, they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house, they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signing They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle I'm back in the game now, copped me some weight now My people bout to eat now, - 'bout to change now (yeah) Back in the game now, all my - in the hood now (ooh) Better catch up now, - 'bout to change now (say what?) (Shaolin shadow-boxing) Ayo, on Rainy Dayz I sit back and count ways on How to get rich, cooling with a mean ill Jamaican Banana coat matching with the ratchet Little black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin' Jump in the six, kicks look crisp, talking 'bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin' Buried you alive, left your whore cryin' We on your floor look more doors They ain't ate either, I hope y'all - is armed And when we get there, all my - in the mix Yeah, Shallah Lex Diamond got me buying Louis Rich wear Most people say the Clan was missin' since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched their names like What you call it, any fast King James It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned - Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh, got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood 'cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash from Power Proof that power plastered divine Classical lines, mathematical rhymes Style's unbearable, now - with the radical shines It's Ghost Deini, every coast need me We back - that's right, it's the W.T.C World - (Wu-Tang) Clan We brought so much heat that we was giving you tans and shit He would do anything to get hold of the Wu-Tang book Make a toast to Mr. Te and the Iron Flag brothers Master, who will be our new Iron Flag chief?
Writer(s): Dennis David Coles, Corey Woods, Jean Claude Olivier, Clifford Smith, Sherrod Barnes, Jason S. Hunter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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