[Intro: whips and rollies, ice chains and stogies No bitch could hold me, in this Thug
Deck] I hold it with the bolo grip, control the strip Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over So quick, notice how we with the knuckles bare Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like ware The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your Polly the wild life, cannibal out Give this five course in effect, reel to reel or cassette Or the mask on, peelin' the tech Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, my rep Annamette with the top down, the 'Vette Scoop me downtown, cop the brown and back to the Twist a in front of Jake and still mash on the strip Face sick with the rap shit, stacking them In the pits, stick shit, cats packing them Bad bitch the black six, after my dick She like, this pussy, and she smash my click Not a fake, not a fraud, see my name on the Niggas straight, an inmate, try'nna make the board Snake waiting, dudes for sure, I lay law raw, cause a 'massacre' with no 'chainsaw' Half y'all about it, but you don't want war See my wolves eat the bones and we still more We be at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eating So without reason, are squeezing The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big and CREAM Bitches ride like the Machine For a taste of it, the chick strip, out the jeans Next thing she was smuggling coke between the
[Hook: Wiggles] + (RZA) If real is listening, the life we living in, is wrong (Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable, Witty is unpredictable) Back for transitions, to save us harm We in the race for time... so we won't lose our But if we run the race like a We would lose that mind that we of
You kept the weapon concealed like a secret dollar bill Liable to a knife from out of his heal Snatch the sword from the rock one hand One finger, bzzz, turn ya body to You'll be hoping you'd be Spidey, to get away this You be hoping you be when the judge get pissed One man, uplift the land Like Method Man standing on the of fans See the Captain and Lieutenants, descendant Splendid, unprecidented, hip hop Started from the park benches, before the NARCs snitch us He was God Cypher Divine, to spark the wizzes