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  • (feat. Sadat X) [Intro: Inspectah Deck]
    Yeah, yeah...
    Yeah, yeah...
    Let's go...
    Yeah, listen... [Inspectah Deck]
    The sound of the horns says it's on
    We storm through like
    C. Thomas,
    Red Dawn Step like a don through the city,
    Deck bonds
    I get my hands dirty,
    Nikes scuffed, sweat pouring
    Still I stay fresh with the fly white linen
    Duece times 5, that's my type women
    Sonny, I live it,
    O-10, S5 tinted
    Brother Deck, what
    I rep, S.I., dig it?
    Fifty cal' flow, get low
    Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa
    Steady, heavy like the 5-2
    Chevy ******s ain't ready,
    I turn out your lights like
    Teddy Roll like dice in the casino
    Known to spit lava,
    Heat like
    DeNiro and
    Pacino Manny
    Festo, Wu-
    Tang Gambino
    Lay it down, then
    I fly off like the hero "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" [Sadat X]
    The Wild Cowboy number one
    G-O-D, how you gonna block out the son?
    Read my jacket, my achievements stretch like a warning track catch
    The in-crazable voice box,
    I throw you boys rocks
    Diamonds and jewels, a holiday, pros that ****** in schools
    I'm a tank,
    I stop panthers, take down stanzas
    Sixteen bars, keep the car running
    Broads stunting, feed ya self, kill ya self, take the pill
    Punks jump up to get beat down
    New York the sweet town
    I sorta, who's on tour?
    Who the vile, truth can say, you ain't a slouch
    Now Rule local, now
    I'm B.K. vocal
    Right out the
    X, you can work out your pecs and your back
    Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up,
    NJ'll turn the tune up
    I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got
    And I ain't down with getting crossed, and
    I never been the boss "Wu-Tang!" [U-God]
    Yo, you're hog-tied,
    I'm roping them, ******es,
    I'm gropping them
    Open up your veins, cop three bags of
    Dopium Super soak these ******s, stroke with the magnum force
    Leak it in the streets quick, peep my secret sauce
    I keep it gloss,
    I'm suited up for my franchise
    Your coins is tossed, man-handle bad guys
    Scramble for my damn prize, crack cans of cold
    Guinness I'm like
    Seabiscuit,
    I'mma win by a photo finish
    ******, this ain't tennis, yeah,
    I ain't bluffing *******t
    I be the street menace on my
    David Ruffin *******t
    Police ain't cuffing *******t, claiming
    I'm a crook
    Throw up my middle finger,
    I'm a hall of famer in my book
    Right hook, death jooks, great with my footwork
    Bubble through, got the
    W on my hood *******rt
    Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes
    I'm that superhero with the brand new costume "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!"
  • (feat. Sadat X) [Intro: Inspectah Deck]
    Yeah, yeah...
    Yeah, yeah...
    Let's go...
    Yeah, listen... [Inspectah Deck]
    The sound of the horns says it's on
    We storm through like
    C. Thomas,
    Red Dawn Step like a don through the city,
    Deck bonds
    I get my hands dirty,
    Nikes scuffed, sweat pouring
    Still I stay fresh with the fly white linen
    Duece times 5, that's my type women
    Sonny, I live it,
    O-10, S5 tinted
    Brother Deck, what
    I rep, S.I., dig it?
    Fifty cal' flow, get low
    Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa
    Steady, heavy like the 5-2
    Chevy ******s ain't ready,
    I turn out your lights like
    Teddy Roll like dice in the casino
    Known to spit lava,
    Heat like
    DeNiro and
    Pacino Manny
    Festo, Wu-
    Tang Gambino
    Lay it down, then
    I fly off like the hero "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" [Sadat X]
    The Wild Cowboy number one
    G-O-D, how you gonna block out the son?
    Read my jacket, my achievements stretch like a warning track catch
    The in-crazable voice box,
    I throw you boys rocks
    Diamonds and jewels, a holiday, pros that ****** in schools
    I'm a tank,
    I stop panthers, take down stanzas
    Sixteen bars, keep the car running
    Broads stunting, feed ya self, kill ya self, take the pill
    Punks jump up to get beat down
    New York the sweet town
    I sorta, who's on tour?
    Who the vile, truth can say, you ain't a slouch
    Now Rule local, now
    I'm B.K. vocal
    Right out the
    X, you can work out your pecs and your back
    Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up,
    NJ'll turn the tune up
    I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got
    And I ain't down with getting crossed, and
    I never been the boss "Wu-Tang!" [U-God]
    Yo, you're hog-tied,
    I'm roping them, ******es,
    I'm gropping them
    Open up your veins, cop three bags of
    Dopium Super soak these ******s, stroke with the magnum force
    Leak it in the streets quick, peep my secret sauce
    I keep it gloss,
    I'm suited up for my franchise
    Your coins is tossed, man-handle bad guys
    Scramble for my damn prize, crack cans of cold
    Guinness I'm like
    Seabiscuit,
    I'mma win by a photo finish
    ******, this ain't tennis, yeah,
    I ain't bluffing *******t
    I be the street menace on my
    David Ruffin *******t
    Police ain't cuffing *******t, claiming
    I'm a crook
    Throw up my middle finger,
    I'm a hall of famer in my book
    Right hook, death jooks, great with my footwork
    Bubble through, got the
    W on my hood *******rt
    Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes
    I'm that superhero with the brand new costume "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!"