Jukebox records, flatfooted cops Get automatic systematic jumpin' in your socks Mama's apple pie in the park hopscotch Reunited on the radio, Wu-Tang
One of these days, and it won't be long (It won't be long now) One of these days, and it won't be long (You bound to come up) One of these days, and
Yo, yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo, yo, Pinky ring shit, yo That Pinky ring shit
{"It's true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"} Uh-huh, Mr. Bigs, Track Masters It's a Wu-Tang official right here you know Yeah, the
Light is shinin', beauty sunshine Here comes one-time, the ball was so fine Heat is blazin', the kids were playin' His partner was Shady, tryin' to slave
Yo, yeah, don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo, yo, pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit
Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu Tang, nigga, that's what's up Eh, eh, eh Wu Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu Tang,
the peeps from Miami We live from Pulaski and spread glassy Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang sytle Wu-Tang sytle, Wu-Tang sytle Wu-Tang sytle, Wu-Tang sytle ...
can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck Comin' from the thirty-six chamber Bring it to 'em proper, potnah It's Wu-Tang, rushin' yo' gang
Oh you man, oh you man Murder one of y'all niggaz Oh you man, oh you man Get to hurtin' one of y'all niggaz Oh you man, oh you man Bitches, snatch the
[Intro/Chorus: Raekwon] Murder one of y'all niggaz.. Get to hurtin one of y'all niggaz.. Bitches, snatch the shirt off one of y'all niggaz [Raekwon the
Translation: Wu-tang Clan. Iron Flag.
neck "Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth "Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth - "Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang" [Method Man] It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo'
Woman cousin, jewelried out, talk to him Hammers that bust endlessness, cover terrorism what? Slide in the 7, measure the whips [Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan
respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise [Chorus: Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga