rae

[fineones]

And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get

Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America

Who wants to kill him?

No information, say yes or no

One point five million

Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object

They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable

And there are explosive head bullets, your favorite

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man

Yo Starks come here, come here Sun

Come here for a minute!

Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up

Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda

Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!

Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!

Get the fuck off it man.

Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man.

Niggaz is greedy man, damn.

Big ass shits.

Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.

Chill man.

Bobby Steels

Somebody go to the store man

Sup kid?

Get that baking soda.

(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways

(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid

Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)

La cosa nostra

(Johnny Blaze!)

(Lou Diamonds!)

Represent kid.

(Tony Starks)

Universal frontier

(Original blood claat bad bwoys)

Chorus: Method Man

Who come to get you? None. They want guns!

I be the first to set off shit, last to run

Wu roll together as one

I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one

Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

Check it

Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties

Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty

Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably

Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real

Ain't nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer

Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah

Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it

Information leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm

Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground

There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down

It's the two holster, shit shot smoker

Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster

Wild in the West, a student of my culture

And life is the test, hold up

Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin dues

And the last one is death, back to the essence

With that shit you stressin, this rap profession

Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin

Isle plus my style, Criminology pays

The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

This goes for niggaz who know

Wu will grow like llello, lay low

Plus coolin in Barbados

Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit

Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit

Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up

Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta

Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas

Suckin his dick, up in the whip long

Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas

Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz

Silks, Wally-Wear, figaro chains, yeah

Jakes beware black rap millionaires

Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year

One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah

[Meth]

Wu roll together as one

I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels

Solid gold crown is shinin

Solid gold, check it Sun yo

Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds

I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings

Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected

The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus

Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones

And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone

How dare you approach it with dim pones

The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean

The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it

The Rzarector come to pay your ass a visit

Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general

Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial

Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin

goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin

It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin

Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle

Verse Four: Master Killer

God steppin forth upon holy ground of the track

It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack

So I decided to bite down on the mic

So the pain of the track won't deny the fact

That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert

That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under

Cuz I strike, like thunder

Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable

My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial

Systems are fractured by the killa tactics

Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged

Enter the entity, my vicinity

Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity

Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my

Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so

Feel the force of impact from the iron side of

The gat as I attack the track

From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome

Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome

piece, deceased, laid to rest

Chorus

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room

Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom

Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath

Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef

So step back, to the lab at, high velocity

My teammate, in here sells well like a pharmacy

Fuck Horado Pablos plan growas bravo

Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels

The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams

Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams

The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies

Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's

Remember them kids that came off with 8 million

Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions

Them flower heads must have been stupid

Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid

That's jet money, undaground money

Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies

Cosa cosa, come on...

[origskeemr]

holy shit that is one of my favorite songs...

Yeah

Yo son we gotta take it and go get the Clarks man

Yo, check it out, yo

Yo, I got a new, wooooo!!! Niggaz don't even know son

Yo check the joint

Boom, yo I got a crazy idea how to do Clarks now

Check it out, boom, this how you freak em, boom

You go get you go get the cream joints right? Boom

Now now, all you all you dye, is this shit right here

Boom, and this, yaknowhatI'msayin? Any color you want

But it'd be like, blue and cream, yaknowhatI'msayin?

Shit like that, niggaz don't even know this stuff

Word is bond I'ma rock niggaz this summer, on the real

KnowhatI'msayin? Yo son, I had crazy visions

Check it out check it out check it out, boom

Just imagine if you buy, ooooh!! Check it out

Just imagine you bought navy blue, right

A navy blue, a navy blue pair right, boom

Of this, of this shit, knowhatI'msayin?

But dye gold top and got cream on top

Then you can have any color like

But you gotta drip it like it's marble cake...

Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef

KnowhatI'msayin? Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

Stand on the block Reebok gun cocked

Avalance rock get paid off mass murderous services

Chef break em, watch the alley cats bake em

watch the alley cats bake em

Four-nine made em, Jah create em take em

quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true

Wu-Tang saga continue

Grab Myer Lansky crashin fantasy

get high fellas, stand by, 'here's the plan, see?'

sit back collectin' Tecs N checks and

blowin slow in a Montaro flexin

Beats break heavily word to INS bless me

Blow me like three bags of cess

For real from the Killa Hill locked and caged in

We're swarm representatives, reactin like paid men

Strive for why's, nine lives in lies

Max sell and enjoy the highs -- what

Chorus/Break:

[Raekwon the Chef] The treasure is the glaciers of ice

[Ghostface] Orginal man

[Raekwon/Ghost] Posess the power to hold G's guns and grams

[Ghostface] Caker baker

[Raekwon the Chef] Pull off a keystone caper

[origskeemr]

When I was little... my father was famous.

He was the greatest sam-urai in the empire;

and he was the Shogun's decapitator.

He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords.

It was a bad time for the empire.

The Shogun just stayed inside his castle -- and he never came out.

People said his brain was infected by DEVILS.

My father would come home -- he would forget about the killings.

He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him.

Maybe that was the problem.

Then, one night... the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house.

They were supposed to kill my father... but they didn't.

*woman screams*

That was the night everything changed *voice fades*

Intro Two: RZA

See, sometimes...

You gotta flash em back

See niggaz don't know where this shit started

Y'all know where it came from

I'm sayin we gonna take y'all back to the swords

We bounce, yo

Chorus: RZA, GZA

When the MC's came, to live our their name

And to perform (forrrrm)

Some had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne)

with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone

that the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn)

with the building to be born

Yo RZA flip the track with the what to guy

Check em check chicka icka etta UHH

Verse One:

Fake niggaz get blitzed

and mic bites I swing swords and cut clowns

Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down

I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe

on some loud howl shit, to insert a fiend

But it was yo ock, the shop stolen heart

Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart

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I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt

Shit's played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt

That's minimum, and feminine like sandals

My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble

Energy is felt once the cards are dealt

With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts

that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon

I represent from midnight to high noon

I don't waste ink, nigga I think

I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink

Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed

Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed

Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted

Turn that shit up, my clan in da front want it

Chorus

Verse Two:

I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible

But when I swing my swords they all choppable

I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper

Child educator, plus head amputator

Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers

Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers

Don't even stop in my station and attack

while your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak

What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law

I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four

round the clock, that state pen time check it

With the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crime

Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL

I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells

Now come aboard, it's Medina bound

Into the chamber, and it's a whole different sound

It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel

So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels

Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin

Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin

[fineones]

god those songs are off the hook...rza ghost and rae....u can keep the rest of wu....thats al i need...

u god is kinda ill too

[origskeemr]

fuck that Method Man when he first came out was the shit

"Put on my gasoline boots and walk thru hell"

M-E-T-H-O-D man

Bring da pain

Judgement Day

the one song i will never get tired of is dun dun dun 'How High'

[fineones]

Originally posted by origskeemr

fuck that Method Man when he first came out was the shit

"Put on my gasoline boots and walk thru hell"

M-E-T-H-O-D man

Bring da pain

Judgement Day

the one song i will never get tired of is dun dun dun 'How High'

yeh meth is good i love his albums...but i just think of how him and redman are the closest thing to the gay rappers ..that make it kida ehhhhh for me....bring the pain is like one of my fav songs

haha

[origskeemr]

please post a picture of Baby Jesus

Now he was fuckin funny

'here comes Rover sniffin at cha ass, pardon me bitch while I shit on ya grass' gotta love his intelligence;)

[fineones]

[barslut]

First time i heard wu back in the day and they dident have 7 million solo albums and nobody could identify who was who , i though odb was the man.

[fineones]

why do i get the feeling this is taken fromt he scene of a crime

[ghhhhhost]

DA OL' DIRTY BASTARD ...IS DIRTY AND STANKIN'....

god damn i love Big Baby Jesus...cause u know " WUUUU IS ALL ABOUT THE KIDSSSSSSS"!!

as for Meth..lyrically the weakest WU member in my opinion

[barslut]

as for Meth..lyrically the weakest WU member in my opinion

Holy shit i found another person who agree's with me , i never understood the hype around methodman.