Intro: RZA,
Yo Older *echoes* Yo Whassup What's going on Son? Whattup Yeah, I ain't see cats in a long time it, yo Y'all be on that shit too Older cats max with godz who got the guns KnowhatI'msayin Out of town Big Willie niggaz to run Y'all the y'all the youth coming up Or get stung by the killer bee from the slums son? Yo son Of the young Shaolin Monks, chickenheads will get You the first man, you go son
Verse One:
I'm mobb deep, in cherry I forever be on some thug shit, wild through New York City Bustin guns rockin jew-els that like sun is where I'm from And been down for years on point like stairs (yeah, word up) 'cause the jealous motherfuckers to end my career I never feared, the is hell, but I learned ta Keep my mouth shut and pack a burner And squeeze, if I get front on my millimi will have my enemies, behind Niggaz that think live 'cause they puff a little lye Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don't they'll kill us
Chorus: RZA, Rae
Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the You about that kid Out of town Big niggaz best to run Now yo just keep everything moving you know Or get by the killer bee stinga from the slums The is sounding like Star Trek Of the young Monks, taking heads, with the tongue So yo, youknowhatI'msayin
Verse Two:
Yo, deep in the of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon I meditate then swing with the of mountains Brain cells is to be bi-debatable I think it's hazardous to your ozone layer A pre-meditated killer plan so kill the Mayor, my causes to hush, then I rush, like Manchus who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy I live by and cut veins Burning bodies into Between my anger, I lock down chamber Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a like Lone Ranger Rap poetic is injected the brain athletic Build off of calisthetics I'm determined, I a army like Hitler done Germans and become the Allied commander, my enemies is on camera They seek death, I begin to them (calm down kid take your time) By giving stitches, bear witness as I hang with Jehovah's
RZA
Older cats max with young that got the guns Out of town Big niggaz best to run Or get stung, by the killa bee stinga the slums From the young Shaolin Monks, heads with the tongue
Three: Rubbabandz
Yo, yo, is manslaughter, so what you wanna do Last year, you ran for the border with your I flip, stacks, all the, time I rhyme Libra is my sign, and stand swine When I dine, the automatic Got niggaz steppin, in the direction My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you My proposition, meaning you go for round Straight up and down, I broke the barrier Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped a transvestite The grammar, hype, nigga check stacks Or you'll be rhyming with a broke Niggaz about they rollin deep up in here The way you roll is if you in a wheelchair
Raekwon, RZA
Older... Yo, calm down man calm down calm down Yeah, and yo Now yo, I tell y'all up under the restrictions of the Wu camp Aiyyo Rae, you got Sin Madman, Shyheim the Child So just take time and handle life as it comes Motherfuckin Rubbabandz, the young godz comin Cause the real nigga know what they gotta do Showin and provin youknowhatI'msayin? Shaolin
Verse Killa Sin
Yo, may all the bullshit cease, the war fuck the peace Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at Jones in the summer, number one run for cover Keep em with more Lethal Weapons than Danny Gloves I cock back, action packed and gats niggaz mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks Another day body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked for actin snotty catch karate chops 'cause Wu-Tang live, and a day you better pray for better to get away when my Beretta spray We play with commercialism The rhythm give em more hell than an exorcism My terrordome be a clever let it be known I'm packin chrome and phatter than eleven bones My crew's sicker than that shit While others get played quick, cause we be making through the grave sift My right hand man, myself and the Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred And to my Physical one love power crazy for all them carbon niggaz lurkin in the rap deal
RZA
Older cats max, the young godz yo got the guns Out of town Big Willie niggaz to run Or get stung by the bee stinga from the slum Come the young Monks, taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max, young godz got the Out of town niggaz to run Yo, older cats mack, the godz, check it out Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, they got the Out of town Big Willie best to run Or get stung by the killa bee from the slum From the young Monks, takin heads with the tongue From the slum comes the young Monks, takin heads with the tongue Older mack, but young godz got the guns Out of town Big Willie best to run Or get Killa bee stinga the slum, come the young Monks taking heads with the tongue Older cats max, but young godz they got the Out of Big Willie niggaz best to run stop it Older cats max but godz they got the guns Out of town Big Willie best to run Or get by the killa bee stinga from the slum From the young Shaolin taking heads with the tongue Young Monks taking heads with the tongue Older cats max but godz got the guns Out of town Big Willie niggaz to run Or get stung...