Redbull Wu-Tang Clan, Redman, Method Man, Inspectah Deck, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon

[00:00.73] RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on
[00:04.12] Ring the bell so it's time to eat
[00:06.04] Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats, bomb inside the palm
[00:09.60] Doc rock a wife beater with me beatin' my wife ass ironed on
[00:13.80] The front, my pump built like the Klumps
[00:15.91] To carry it I take the spare out the trunk
[00:18.53] I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days
[00:20.93] That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise
[00:23.29] Blast, don't panic
[00:25.68] Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock
[00:27.47] The rap game single-handed? Hell nah
[00:28.85] I won't tell you son, if I find a wack ID, I sell you one
[00:33.20] Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah
[00:34.93] My lecture's like Hannibal Lector's
[00:37.34] Where's the ketchup? Don't speak on it, shut ya trap
[00:40.46] I see ya whole crew yellow like mustard packs
[00:43.19] Ah woo, Doc in my own zone
[00:45.58] You say you got the rap games sewn
[00:48.00] But it's sewn wrong
[00:48.89] I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck
[00:51.16] Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones
[00:53.44] Yeah, ya little fucks
[00:56.59] Gimme ya fuckin' money
[00:58.59] Uhuh, check it
[01:20.84] I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on
[01:23.00] Playing with a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong?
[01:25.36] Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp
[01:27.99] If ya lukewarm leavin' ya clothes and boots torn
[01:30.17] Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's
[01:32.69] By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on
[01:35.34] First issue, got issues
[01:37.10] What is hip-hop to hot nickels?
[01:38.51] It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word
[01:40.59] Look at my hand and get the third
[01:42.61] Finger out ya ear hole like "Fuck what you heard"
[01:45.02] Now, that's what I call hardcore, let's act fool
[01:47.30] Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool
[01:50.03] I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the city
[01:52.25] And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty
[01:54.90] Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe
[01:57.62] In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese
[02:00.02] Ain't no rules to the game
[02:01.65] If it is we ain't playin'
[02:02.62] In your business like EPMD, "So whatcha sayin'?"
[02:04.96] You co-designin' that bullshit yo man tryin'
[02:07.20] Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat
[02:09.89] Slugs flyin'
[02:10.15] Yo, ya
[02:30.08] Check, the code echoes from magazines to the big screen
[02:32.19] Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream, kids fiend
[02:34.65] From the urban to sub-urban
[02:36.54] Roll upon me thirstin' like "Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant"
[02:39.74] We roll longer than dice in a casino
[02:41.94] Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0
[02:44.34] Behind the tinted windows I lie low
[02:46.78] On some hydro tryin' to slide from the 5-0
[02:49.14] But now, get wild similar to Ol' Dirty
[02:51.91] On third time felon just hit with over 30
[02:54.27] No worries, style have 'em so thirsty
[02:56.72] First degree heats are quittin' on me
[02:59.22] Cold turkey, no mercy
[03:00.34] I bring the pain of a hundred migraines
[03:01.76] But a thousand shoutin' my name that's why I came
[03:04.07] But first bring the cash burst, then the outburst
[03:06.59] My surround sound pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse
[03:08.98] I flex muscle outside I find a next hustle
[03:12.62] Trouble with ya here and face the tec-muscle
[03:13.92] Even the best buckle win, I take it to the extreme
[03:16.48] It gets ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get cream
[03:18.88] This life
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