Wu-Gambinos
(专辑: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... - 1995)
[Intro:] And in our line of work, we need all the
help we can get Tony Wind is the
name, he works for a
drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you want money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head bullets, in the
clip [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the
cop man Yo Starks come here, come here Sun Come here for a
minute! Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the
store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the
fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass the
Cristal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man. Chill man. Bobby Steels Somebody go to the
store man Sup kid? Get that baking soda. (Yo!) Let's cut the
pie five ways (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid. (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood claat bad bwoys) [Chorus: Method Man] Who come to get you? None. They want guns! I
be the
first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I
call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one [Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze] Check it Scriptures hit the
body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty Fuck a
nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the
deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a
new frontier, this be the
Wu yeah Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the
ground There's a
new sheriff in town holdin it down It's the
two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the
poster Wild in the
West, a
student of my culture And life is the
test, hold up Let a
nigga catch his breath, we still payin dues And the
last one is death, back to the
essence With that shit you stressin, this rap profession Now peep Tical, the
son of the
Shaolin Isle plus my style, Criminology pays The
last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze [Verse Two: Raekwon the
Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds] This goes for niggaz who know Wu will grow like llello, ley no Plus coolin in Barbados Ricaans be givin me much shit, the
dutch shit Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit Back at the
lab a, crack's bagged up Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the
workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin up a
storm buyin guards margaritas Suckin his dick, up in the
whip long Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah [Meth] Wu roll together as one I
call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one [Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels] Solid gold crown is shinin Solid gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds I
be pioneerin the
style in the
cloud with silver linings Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected The
heart the
rib cage the
chest and solar plexus Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a
sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with dim pones The
overfiend like noah bean green souls with a
soldier mean The
grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it The
Ryzarector come to pay your ass a
visit Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the
black general Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the
bicentennial Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin It's a
mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin Trapped inside your projects like a
genie inside the
bottle [Verse Four: Master Killer] God steppin forth upon holy down of the
track It's the
sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I
decided to bite down on the
mic So the
pain of the
track won't deny the
fact That I'm the
Master, for what lurks, is an expert That hurts the
individual who tries to visual-ize under Cuz I
strike, like thunder Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial Systems are fractured by the
killa tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the
entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the
school of hard knocks and glocks my Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so Feel the
force of impact from the
iron side of The
gat as I
attack the
track From the
blind side of the
pack, Starks pass the
chrome Watch a
nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome piece, deceased, laid to rest [Chorus] [Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks] Yo, aiyyo I
got to serve them my way, move give me room Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a
broom Full moons make me howl like a
wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I
heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the
lab at, high velocity My teammate, enhance cells well like a
pharmacy Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels The
man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams The
laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that came off with 8
million Robbed the
Brinks and I
labelled in royal pavillions Them flower heads must have been stupid Tell me how the
fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid That's jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies Cosa cosa, come on...