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Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
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Wu-Tang Clan feat. Shyheim, Raekwon, U-God, Method Man, Ghostface Killah
Wu-Tang Clan feat. Shyheim, Raekwon, U-God, Method Man, Ghostface Killah
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter:in
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter:in
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter:in
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter:in
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
RZA
RZA
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Intro]
Peace God
Peace to the Gods
How you God?
Studyin' one twenty right now
Call me back at the God hour
[Verse 1]
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 Quebec
Throw up the TEC, 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 **** 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 ripped it?
[Chorus]
Projects
My **** survive, just like a movin' target
Projects
Where **** live and some sell garbage that's
Projects
Try to escape the flyin' shells dodgin'
New York projects
I'm livin' large, yo, stop miragin'
[Verse 2]
Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind
Behind every fortune there's a crime, this technique is TEC-9
Blast at any close encounter of the third kind
This be the evil that man do, we dismantle any adversary
Them **** all thumbs and can't handle my flurry
Hear me, you jam on, you want to scare me
Don't even kid me, shit in my coat aimin' at your 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
007 mark
The secret agent that Maxwell and get smart
Through entertainment
Welcome to the Killin' Fields, with Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger boogie **** goin' through changes
[Chorus]
Projects
My **** survive, just like a movin' target
Projects
Where **** live and some sell garbage that's
Projects
Try to escape the flyin' shells dodgin'
Projects
I'm livin' large, yo, stop miragin'
[Verse 3]
Suck my dick, it's the kid with the fat knob
I bust all into your face, plus it come in globs
Quick get on your knees, with your 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 attached 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
Written by: Wu-Tang Clan
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