当前位置:首页 > 歌词大全 > New Wu歌词
  • 作曲 : Coles, Diggs, Smith, Woods
    Uh-huh, what up son?
    YeahMaintaining, maintaining, you know?
    You good, right?
    Everything proper, still, right?
    Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man?
    Ain't nothing,
    I just want us to be on[Chorus: Method Man]
    Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that
    WComing through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu
    Get it right, all my chicks hold ya *****, let's get it in
    All my *****s take a toke off this *****, let it begin
    Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do
    Brand new, *****, back from the slums, it be the
    WuNow throw ya
    W's up, back from the slums, it be the
    Wu[Raekwon]love to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags
    Ski masks is on, g-wagsdont try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass
    You'll learn respect, burst when
    I askRhyme master busy, wizzy on the su**ect
    Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most
    Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three votesvillains is killa, gangstas flip notes
    Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information
    Vivid vacation, deliberation moments
    Move like '91
    Romans, cloning everything
    Gents only, the rent's on the stove,
    I'm in Rome
    Maxed out,
    Amex style, my team gram bandits
    Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby
    Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole *****t
    Padlocked down, my *****s won't have it[Chorus][Ghostface Killah]
    Aiyo, jumping out of
    Benz wagons, my family live in the
    HillThey call us
    Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up***** around get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef
    So watch how the kid turn it up
    Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle guage clobbering busters
    Eighteen *****s, bringing the ruckus
    Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work
    The trey eight'll blow one in your douljah
    When it's mad heat im mad calm, walk around
    Go collect, 36, over
    G bombMy inner strength flowing,
    I mastered chi kung
    Ya'll Planet of the
    Apes, standing next to
    King KongForensic files, ultraviolet hype, sky blue
    BowelsLaying *****s like ceramic tile
    I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pilekneeing *****s in the ****, goddamn damn
    I'm foul[Chorus][Method Man]
    We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop thingslook bummy, grams in my pocket,
    Chef cook for me
    Blue Magic bundles,
    I'm ****, but on the humble
    I'm a good dude, don't short change me, see that's a hood rule
    Beer drinkin',
    Cuban Linking, new way of thinking
    God me thinking meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct
    This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pu*****ng that hard rock
    Then let these *****s know off top
    We rock fitted, dropkick it,
    I lived it if not quit it
    I pitched it, my pops sniffed it, need business,
    I'm not finished
    I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you *****ing, the plot thicken
    I'm *****tting the glock, spitting, if ***** don't stop snitching
    Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing
    And two divas wit they tops missing
    Now that's living to me,
    I'm what these kids is killing to be
    But I don't want my children to be
  • 作曲 : Coles, Diggs, Smith, Woods
    Uh-huh, what up son?
    YeahMaintaining, maintaining, you know?
    You good, right?
    Everything proper, still, right?
    Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man?
    Ain't nothing,
    I just want us to be on[Chorus: Method Man]
    Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that
    WComing through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu
    Get it right, all my chicks hold ya *****, let's get it in
    All my *****s take a toke off this *****, let it begin
    Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do
    Brand new, *****, back from the slums, it be the
    WuNow throw ya
    W's up, back from the slums, it be the
    Wu[Raekwon]love to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags
    Ski masks is on, g-wagsdont try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass
    You'll learn respect, burst when
    I askRhyme master busy, wizzy on the su**ect
    Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most
    Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three votesvillains is killa, gangstas flip notes
    Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information
    Vivid vacation, deliberation moments
    Move like '91
    Romans, cloning everything
    Gents only, the rent's on the stove,
    I'm in Rome
    Maxed out,
    Amex style, my team gram bandits
    Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby
    Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole *****t
    Padlocked down, my *****s won't have it[Chorus][Ghostface Killah]
    Aiyo, jumping out of
    Benz wagons, my family live in the
    HillThey call us
    Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up***** around get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef
    So watch how the kid turn it up
    Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle guage clobbering busters
    Eighteen *****s, bringing the ruckus
    Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work
    The trey eight'll blow one in your douljah
    When it's mad heat im mad calm, walk around
    Go collect, 36, over
    G bombMy inner strength flowing,
    I mastered chi kung
    Ya'll Planet of the
    Apes, standing next to
    King KongForensic files, ultraviolet hype, sky blue
    BowelsLaying *****s like ceramic tile
    I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pilekneeing *****s in the ****, goddamn damn
    I'm foul[Chorus][Method Man]
    We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop thingslook bummy, grams in my pocket,
    Chef cook for me
    Blue Magic bundles,
    I'm ****, but on the humble
    I'm a good dude, don't short change me, see that's a hood rule
    Beer drinkin',
    Cuban Linking, new way of thinking
    God me thinking meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct
    This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pu*****ng that hard rock
    Then let these *****s know off top
    We rock fitted, dropkick it,
    I lived it if not quit it
    I pitched it, my pops sniffed it, need business,
    I'm not finished
    I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you *****ing, the plot thicken
    I'm *****tting the glock, spitting, if ***** don't stop snitching
    Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing
    And two divas wit they tops missing
    Now that's living to me,
    I'm what these kids is killing to be
    But I don't want my children to be