house radio Yeah n***, I'm back And the weather outside is hot than a m*** But we cold chillin? in the Brick City So kick back, light some b*** Put your hands
calling shot, I got bank Pass the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em with the showshotter Peace to my ala mater, Wu-Tang block scholars Never settle for less
't push me cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh [2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh] [4th: say what?] It's like a jungle
classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the field Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build "Ghost is back..." - [sample 4X] [Ghostface
got females that got it like that The golden childs that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang
be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang
High City and it goes like this Like this, like this 3, 2, 1, 4, 5, 6 No tellin? where the beat might hit This is outta hand like Buster Bluth Leave
[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
Carbon dioxide, helium, xenon, argon, neon, freon, be gone I travel beyond the range where sick sounds grave you can't respond Dynamic semantics makes your mind go frantic hand
out my lane because I'm thugged out Niggas gettin drugged out You know what my clique bout Hit em with a bottle stomp his mutha fuckin lights out Hands
[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man] What that nigga want God? Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit) (Cash Rules) Word up, two
[Chorus: DMC] Keep it real sucka sucka don't lie sucka sucka [4X] Don't want no fake people in my face no more Ain't givin fake people handshakes no more
a bag of blow Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army Shake Feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said Lay on your hands, let the Branson break
second on the draw Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4 It's yourz The world in the palm of your hand It's yourz Twenty-three million of
north I've got dawgs down south I've got dawgs that'll smack blood out of your mouth then lick they hand it's the Darkman brother number 12 from the Wu-Tang
lady, hahh) Aiiight (Especially around Dirty Cash) Yo, if you got more than a dollar in your pocket right now Put your hands up Verse 4 [Prazwell
I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, 'cause [chorus] [hook] [outro: buddha monk, (ol' dirty bastard)] 1-1-2, 4-4-1 frankin av. Peace, to
I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, 'cause [Chorus] [Hook] [Outro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] 1-1-2, 4-4-1 Frankin Av. Peace, to