Yo, yea it... yo, yo yo yo Yo, if you think you can wit the Wu Clan Get ya nose swolled up like If you think you can wit the Wu Clan You get ya swolen up like Toucan If you think you can wit the wu clan you get ya swolen up like Toucan Sam, and we don't a damn Bullets in oil so the Tec can't jam Sippin on RUM, coconut juice Smokin on that chocolate Open up two bottles of that brass monkey on some shit You R&B rappers suck a monkey dick I'm back in the days the Christmas for haze on my back, out black You like Seven in my head My girl stays in the bed and she love to lay the
for the mic onslaught swift with the sword Slick Lord, holdin my homing abroad The crowd roared for the playing for the streets I reeped and sewed, scriptures and woved Behold gold for the equal on the weekend Wu-Tang, smalls live at the beacon Backstage drinks on the house the show was Brothers Goosin, Wu was Tanquerayin teaching schools in session The Gods I'm knowledging handshakes and fake hugs Waiting for the to devour and ya heads of powder I'm a to the rhythm but never to a mental and power The has come We got y'all to one son You done off, too to break off Tactics are hazardous to the health, stealth Rifle stay M-16, what I mean? what I mean?
Yo just we (stand for?) Loyalty What we for? Righteousness What we and (die for?) fam members only Yo (strictly fam only) Yo, yo what we (stand for?) Loyalty What we for? Righteousness what we and (die for?) (Strictly fam only) (Strictly fam only)
Ayo ayo Great minds alike We used to drink all Think about things thats wrong and how to it right Ice cold bottles of brass, flashes A blunts passes the God asked us What's the square of the planet? Why is the axis How is covered by water? How is granite? God body be flowing like the chi energy your artery Faithful as a polished rock a tank The force of my wheel still shooting blanks Just from the sound alone ya blown scorin in the red zone you best of head home or get to the dead zone Son we to ill, interupt the Grammy show and teach the kids
Yo Just', what we stand What we strive What we for? What we for? we die for? Strictly fam members fam members only
I grew up around block ready to rock Behind a nigga wit my rhyme on cock First shot first nigga who had to pop My bad blew the feathers off a hundred flocks Seventy goose, thirty duck Get if each link in ya chain is truck Can't in this rhyme cypha wit nine snipers Charged off the juice from the pied around B-Boys, DJ's, MC's Through rap, never thinkin their of TV It was strictly all about about magnificent rhyme The R.E.C. Room, two dollars the flyer, three without Now his wigs pushed back, removed off the plaque Too to reanact, with tax Thats the price to pay, my goal is to aim and My is the same as day
Yo Just', what we stand What we for? What we live we give for? What we die fam members only Strictly fam only