airliner And if you want a little bang in your ying yang If you want a little zing in your zang zang If you want a little ting in your tang tang Come
Outkast landed, Three Thou was ill Like a male version of Lauren Hill Mobb Deep shook it but Prodigy took it a lil' too far Can't fuck with Brooklyn Wu-Tang
Outkast landed, 3-thou was ill Like a male version of Lauren Hill Mobb Deep shook it but Prodigy took it a lil' too far Can't fuck with Brooklyn Wu-Tang
Feel my geniune draft, not filla' I could walk up in a church a start a Mosh Pit up Yeah, I bring the pain 11th member of the Wu-Tang, my flow Tiger
Redman in the house, ya don't stop Gilla House in the house, ya don't stop Def Squad in the house, ya don't stop Wu Tang in the house, ya don't stop Hip
to vacumn Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace I was broke as hell, first time I made it Now e'rything
trade me, so playa hataz, hate me I keep the safety off my four-fifth, hold it in focus Fools didn't used to trip on my dick when I was the brokest
All the money Maybe that's right A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little something called, doing our own thang Breaking the beat others wished they broke
Professional two shit...WHAT! Staten Island up in this mad-a-fulka... Mr. Meth rep rep rep rep rep rep... For the cause Wu-Tang Killa Beez forever my
like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under Broken
a battle axe Swell up your membrane Then kick a battle rap [Talib Kweli] You lost your voice and Come down with battleaxe That ain't real rap You're broke
floor, it ain't a thing (thing) The first one to swing (swing), the first one to bang (bang) These pussy niggaz sweet, I think they sippin on the Tang (Tang
what, don't get it twisted, we Twist it up and even mixed with dust See these fans can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for life Scarred for life, they
cash We got females that got it like that The golden child's that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang
bottles 'Cuz if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go Your project steps is Ajax down, dry blood Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground Diapers, baby rattles and broke
it up) How your 2006 was son? (Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggaz is crazy Ya'll know how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I broke two of my toes, nigga It'
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
