On That Sht Again (feat. Ghostface Killah & RZA)

(The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous)

Yo, (The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous) yo

Champagne nights on the corner, mad heavy

Around the time when I was beefin' with Wizzy

Starks, State, and Claiborne drawers

Dickin' bitches down, they man come through

Damn near kissed the ground

Jumpin' out of big shit with Benetton pajamas on

Line my soldiers up, strategize, then I move my pawns

Should've been Italian how I'm gettin' that parmesan

Talkin' 'bout the ones you keep puttin' those commas on

And I'ma keep hope alive

'Cause mad lil' **** look up to me outside

Breakin' dawn, blunted, yums in they mouth

I drop a jewel, they see the C-ciphers, then bounce

Peace God, you see Rae, yo, tell 'em I said

I was in the east, a **** died, but cut off his dreads

I'll be back around 6 p.m.

Juma prayers around 1 o'clock

Plus I gotta pick up these gems

'Cause it's goin' down tonight at the Garden

Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill, I'm supposed to be starrin'

You know how I do, son

Nugget stones with the blue ones

And comin' with me is a few guns

I think he's on that sht again

Twistin' **** out hard, gettin' rid of 'em

You gamble on rap?  Yo, my bid is in

Bet against me?

You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in

I think he's on that sht again

Twistin' **** out hard, gettin' rid of 'em

You gamble on rap? Yo, my bid is in

Bet against me?

You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in

Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis

I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless

Peep this, I closed down the Kith store for thousand dollar sneakers

Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin

Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie Hudlin

From New York City to Philly, to Los Angeles

The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous

You can't outthink the RZA, ****, I'll make your brain shrink

My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc

And, yeah, I got the iron, just in case the MC think

He can take it to the streets, then watch his ass become extinct

Like a tyrannosaurus rex

I turn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex

Ayo, lat night, my sugar was five hunnid

That Log Cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky100

That's thirteen units of insulin

Brought it back down, now everything is official in, like Michelin

Countin' bread like Maserati Rick, out in Michigan

And all my old girlfriends is jumpin' on my dick again

I think he's on that sht again

Twistin' **** out hard, gettin' rid of 'em

You gamble on rap? Yo, my bid is in

Bet against me?

You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in

I think he's on that sht again

Twistin' **** out hard, gettin' rid of 'em

You gamble on rap? Yo, my bid is in

Bet against me?

You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in