' put the box right near your ear, light your blunts an' down your beers 'Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez Say, "Peace" to cats who rock mack knowledge, knowledgists Street
dipped wearin' Blue kicks, plus jeans boomin' beats Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo The heat is on, never too black or too strong In one hour Wu-Tang
is done Wu-tang-o-phonics number one After the smoke is done Wu-tang-o-phonics number one After the smoke is clear Tang-o-phonics and wu-tang still here
back into they holes They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York Slither in the streets, of Manhattan In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx Streets
verse one: U-God/Golden Arms) It be the Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang I got control drop a load Time to rip shit Time to rock and roll I play the block and stroll
sleeps, streets is restless Rap style'll slave you, when you least expect it Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless Wu-Tang forever
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds With right timin', bite with vampire rhymes Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye Four metal street soldiers
the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to morners Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags Tango
junkyard A born terror, a rebel without a pause I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus? I walk the streets at night with my head down In
] [Goldfingaz] From out the dark into the lights on the streets Slugs pop when slugs meet Its death from the birth of the streets Yo outlaw, hit me
stories, she adore me, but no "Mi amor" Do it with a player's stance, I'm a savage in the sheets Been bustin' freaks, since, gettin' cabbage in them streets
[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One] Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG! [sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore] Does anybody know
the place nice I?m comin' bitch, you want an olive or something I?m fuckin? straight up the streets but I?m down with some frontin? I wanna tango But
a label-mate The sound came outta rusted crate Surrounded by cobwebs Beat smooth enough to slide through like bobsleds On a cold white snow, plus with the right flow Wu-Tang
did my fuckin' prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I
leave the Chi to get G's Got love for my MC's at home But some of them still hate on me Look how many years I done repped Hustle thru the streets in
up [Chorus] Who rock this bitch We rock this bitch Who run this bitch We run this bitch That No Limit click That Wu-Tang click That No Limit click That Wu-Tang
muscle Chingo Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Kurt Russell Bootleggers lovin Chingo cause my shit really sells If they was bootleggin you, they could barely pay the bills Streets