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Wu-Tang Clan

Bastards

 

Bastards

(album: RZA Presents Wu-Tang Killa Bees: The Swarm, Vol. 1 - 1998)


[Iron Mic:]
Check it, these cold days, got me in a physical rage
Walking through the dark path of this invisible maze
My individual is criminal, but lyrically plays
A big part in my life in this critical stage
Apocalypse, twist up the bamboo
This wild life I can't handle
Cock the MAC handle, pop the Jack Daniel
I'm a shine like candles in a blackout
You guaranteed to fall before the last bout
Fucking with Ruthless, you assed out
The size of these guns'll make you pass out
I'm like hollow tips, the way I blast out
It's all revolving, too much problems, no solving
Ask me what I'm involved in, I'mma say robbing and mobbing
I run this shit, nigga, jogging
No thanks for living on Thanksgiving, I'm still starving

[Apocalipps:]
Yo, I'm not new to this, I'm true to this
What you gonna do to lips?
Man if I tell you one more time I've been doing this
Mount up, Ruthless be wetting these clowns up
Yo partner turn that sound up, reverse the crowd round up
And this one, he's new on the block just like a rookie
Fronting like he hard, dun, he musta ate some thug cookies
No evidence, plus I heard his clique be on that telling shit
You let him sell again, so busting him's irrelevant
Just get these presidents, the realest thing man lust
Once the papers in my hand it's like I got a royal flush
Ain't gaining trust, cause man I ain't trying get bust
Run for cover, pull a trigger, watch 'em all turn to dust
A ribbon in the sky, I watched his mom dukes cry
Too bad her son had to die for starting up the two-four-five
Guns never lie, chains like slaves go but heavy
Down near my belly, attached to my waist is a celly
For planning funerals and getting niggas buried
I wanna leave this life but I can hear it calling me like R. Kelly

[Truck:]
Shoeless shine like sunny days
My style on the loose like runaways
It's crazed in the battle, get you open like a bag of purple haze
Inhale, get fucked up
Can't hang, slow the fuck up, I represent Staten
Push my buttons, you get stuck up
I love thick bitches, so boo keep your ass shaking
I be money making, in nive-seven I like 'em taken
Fuck faking, wild'n, and breaking
In the club getting my groove on
The gat in my Timbs just in case you wanna move on
Been off the Bacardi to Moe
Slaying this chick off that Keith Sweat (who can love you like me?)

[Sha Gotti:]
Shaigotti, swinging tux wit Wallys
Y'all niggas don't wanna try me
For them presidents, partner, I'll leave you dead
Filled up with hot lead, hollow heads for your thoroughbreds
It's the righteous, lifeless, trifeless
Challengers are sacrifices (tell 'em Son)
Ruthless cause we flip tracks, pack gats, and give slices
And pull heists', you think your nice, now meet the nicest
Son a actress, stick him like a cactus, bounce like a mattress
Teflon fatigues if you try to wack this
You ain't know it was cold on these streets?
Only time its warm, dun, when I got the heat
Grab my knicks and five-eights, I need a gimmick to compete
Triggers, I'm squeazing 'em; at the crossroad, I'm leaving 'em
They got the god locked, I got knocked, so I could be with 'em

[Blizzard:]
Attack with tactics, that's fantastic, that for realah
Throw me cuts to chop the beat with your five claws
Create tracks, that blow the hinges off the doors
That's all I can stands and I can't stands no more
Whirlwind, mind spins off Seagram's gin
Started all over and don't know where to begin
Extreme measures, got my thoughts on getting treasure
These cats know that I clap holes through they leather
Staten's sick, and we can't get no better
Police trap, we get away, too clever
Lyrics jotted down on paper causes terror
Ism, now I'm gon' hit 'em
Give 'em what we been giving 'em, that's the rhythm
Straight up, all you crab niggas sleeping, need to wake up
I'm like peroxide, cause I stay bubbling in the cut
Nigga please, I'm thirsty for this cheese
I run up in your lab and make your auntie freeze
It's like that, from the Stat where I live at
The bees are snakes, and they just feed off the fucking rats

[Ruthless Bastards:]
If I'm a bastard, then you're a bastard
Everybody's a bastard
Get the gats, cause shit is drastic

If I'm a bastard, then you're a bastard
Everybody's a bastard
Get the gats, cause shit is drastic

If I'm a bastard, then you're a bastard
Everybody's a bastard
Get the gats, cause shit is drastic

If I'm a bastard, then you're a bastard
Everybody's a bastard
Get the gats, cause shit is drastic

If I'm a bastard, then you're a bastard
Everybody's a bastard
Get the gats, cause shit is drastic

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