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Wu-Tang Clan( Wu Tang Clan )
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Shaolin Worldwide
Lyricist:Ronald Maurice Bean, Patrick Charles, Robert Diggs, J Hunter, Clifford Smith, Cory Woods
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect? Wantin' respect, wantin' respect Never doubt the Life Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect? Who the fuck are you to criticize me? Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey Yo, respect, that's my word
Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen All my life I've been poverty stricken Always took what's mines, never was given A second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision
You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin' Quick to slip the clip in, blow you out position Street jurisdiction, nigga, no restriction Concrete composition for emcee's in submission
Special edition crash, course mission Push through like the task force to crush all competition See you from a distance, dry snitchin', whisperin' To your man posted up like two little bitches
When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches Or find yourself with Del, sleepin' with the fishes I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas I can't stand the bid when that's all in my business
Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted I get lifted, I just shoot somethin' from hot biscuit These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district Leave no finger prints and no survivin' witness
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow
Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana Ninja coma, piranhas crack teeth on my armor Scandalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda Death before dishonor, snake charmer
Persona of one who makes drama Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin' a revolver in my Parker Bombin' unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder Fear the bow of the silent archer
Sure shotter, I pass the rock to your starter Poison darter, news photographers document the horror While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar
Your highness, the crowd holler Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma Crowd sponsor, hotter than Bahama steam saunas The Rebel of opera, popped off the chocolate and the Gosha Monster truck crush you impostors
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow
I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential Overlooked 'cuz y'all can't understand what I been through You ain't got to love me or even pretend to Actin' like the street, they ain't got no street credentials
Track villains, rats be killin' instrumentals They catch fillin' and slap a feelin' out ya dental Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials Up shit's creek lookin' for some more shit to get into
Got the Clan jewels as I continue To serve you everythin' on that's on the menu With Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man Told you Wake Up?
My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me Shaolin what? Don't get it fucked up and cross me
Rappers gettin' stuck For actin' stuck up and flossy Say it ain't so, bust the calico Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow
Wantin' respect, wantin' respect Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect? Wantin' respect, wantin' respect Wantin' respect, sharpest niggas in the
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