I fuck your ass up
I fuck your ass up (fuck him up, son)
I fuck your ass up (fuck him up, son)
I fuck your ass up (Wu for life, fuck him up)

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Yo, I'll fuck your ass up

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
S.O.A.D., live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get gun? Shoot
Blaow, how you like me now?
Don't fuck the style, ruthless wild
Do you wanna get your teeth knocked the fuck out?
Wanna get on it like that, well then shout
Come on

Lazers and blazers, hit me with the major
The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor
Gunning, humming coming at ya
First I'm gonna get ya, once I got ya, I gat ya
You could never capture a nigga man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got niggas resigning, now master
My style? Never
I put the fucking buck in the wild kid
Let's get together

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Yo, I'll fuck your ass up

I bought like 20 white boys in the back of a pickup truck
With hockey pucks and skateboards on the way to Woodstock
Leave home the Glock
I have a gun the size of a black hole
Shoot planets, don't get frantic
Throw your hands up in the air, don't panic
Supreme arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Wu-tang Clan, as stight as long dreads

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
I'll fuck your ass up

I come with that loco style from my vocal
Couldn't peep it up with a pair of bi-focals
I'm no joker, play me as a joker
Be on you like a house on fire, smoke your
Crews be acting like they gangs, anyway
Be like, "Warriors, come out and play"
Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea
Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea
Dirty, I keep shit sticks in my drawers
So I can get fuzzy-funky for you
Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang, rah
Here comes the Tiger versus Crane
I'll be like wild with my style
Punk, you play me chump, you get dumped
Wu is coming through at a theatre near you
And get funk like a shoe

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Yo, I'll fuck your ass up
I'll fuck your ass up
I'll fuck your ass up
I'll fuck your ass up
I'll fuck your ass up, bitch
Fuck his ass up

I knock ′em knock 'em out the park when other rappers are hitting bunts
I′m a togger not a fogger step on runts and don't do stunts
I got SOUL POWER never took a cold shower
Now I got twenty hoes the color of cooking flour
You can call me sleazy cuz my rhymes are kinda greasy
I used to have a curl now eveybody wanna tease me
Like a Kung-Fu flick, I stick you in the dick, with my toothpick
Tell 'em Homicide (You hit them like a brick)
I like clothes and hoes but like ′em better in the sheets
I rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets
Amazing feets move, they happen everyday
When the Ro to the J bring his ass out to play
I weight one-ninety but I′m, fat
I ki-uh-kick up dust when I bust like a cap
Tha lik-lik? crew, and Sugar Ray too
Is rock a show, knock a ho, and crack another brew
Make Room!
It's not cause I′m seein' double
It′s not cause we're causin′ trouble
It's not cause you're in a bubble
Now, can you just (Make Room!)
It′s not cause I′m seein' double
It′s not cause we're causin′ trouble
It's not cause you′re in a bubble
Now
It's the super, producer gets it poppin with the quickness
Homicide and the Alkies straight gettin down to business
It's all about the Liks cause they heavy on the kicks
But they easy on the treble (adjust my scratch level)
So fools can here my beats bangin′ all the way in China
The skills you can′t front on, Tha Homicidal rhymer
Could rip a show up to' to, til the crips and bloods show up
And rock these turntables til the motherfuckers blow up
But that′s cause I'm slick tossin records like a discus
Y′all niggas feel these beats from fuckin' Halloween to Christmas
That′s why I'm screamin on all y'all niggas like the Sonics
I′m hooked on gin and chronic like your momma′s Hooked on Phonics
So when we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
You better make way for the Alkaholik crew
When we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
You better make way for Sugar Ray, fool!
Make Room!
It's not cause I′m seein' double
It′s not cause we're causin′ trouble
It's not cause you're in a bubble
Now, can you just (Make Room!)
It′s not cause I′m seein' double
It′s not cause we're causin′ trouble
It's not cause you′re in a bubble
Now
J-Mcenroe, I'm smackin' foes
You seen that movie "Heat"? My crew was packin′ those
You lackin′ flows, you come off wack in shows
You pickin' chickens man we got models and actin hoes
Guess who′s back down at the brew shack
Gotta cool sack of that shit to blow your dude back
Who wack? I'll beat you till ya blue, black
And make you do crack in the back of a new ′lac
What's my name? (J-Ro)
You tell them how to spell it (J-R-O)
Now you know niggy
Rest in peace with 2Pac, Eazy
Pun, and Biggie
It′s time to get drinky
Break out'cha bong while I sing my song
Hope it's bomb cause I′m gonna sing it all night long
When we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
You better make way for the Alkaholik crew
Make room!
It′s not cause I'm seein′ double
It's not cause we′re causin' trouble
It′s not cause you're in a bubble
Now, can you just (Make Room!)
It's not cause I′m seein′ double
It's not cause we′re causin' trouble
It′s not cause you're in a bubble
Now
(Make Room)It′s the Liks baby, Sugar Ray baby
It's the Liks baby, Sugar Ray baby (Make Room)
Bein' drunk!
Now
Make Room
Make Room
Now
Rhymin′ the Rhyme
Rhymin′ the Rhyme
Rhymin' the Rhyme
Rhymin′ the Rhyme
Night vision, with precision, we slay with no delay
It's the Liks and Sugar Ray so feel free to fly away
Cause the "A" in "Alkaholiks" stands for "Always been the shit" (Word)
You can catch me in the wobble slam-dancin′ in the pit
Look (the way?) my homies get when we out that alcohol
We do it all, start a brawl, tell the cops (fuck y'all)
Carl Lewis feet ain′t as swift as my pen
That's why y'all niggas keep knockin′ but you can′t come in
Look at where the fuck we been, around the world in a day
That's why the fools can′t fuck with the Liks and Sugar Ray
Sugar Ray
Sugar Ray
Sugar Ray

DP
Static X
Bigger than hip hop
What you just thought we was just talkin bout music?

Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
It's bigger than
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Go!

One thing bout music when it hits you feel no pain
White folks say it controls your brain
I know better than that, that game
And we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack and not react
Back the beats
It don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex drugs and rock and roll
Whether your projects put on hold
In the real world
These just people with ideas
They just like me and you
When the smoke and camera disappears
Again the real world
Is bigger than all these fake ass records
Where poor folks got the millions
And my woman's disrespected
If you check 1 2 my word of advice to you
Is just relax
Just do what you got to do
If that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, bouta flaymadonna chronic sida
Or you wanna just get high
Then just say it
But then if you a liar liar
Pants on fire
Wolf crier agent with a why
I'm gonna know it when i play it

It's bigger than
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
It's bigger than
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop

Who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them they gonna get us all
I'm down for runnin up on them crackers
In their city hall
We ride for ya'll
All my dawgs stay real
Nigga don't think these record deals
Gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills
Because they not
MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin bout how much money they got
Nigga all ya'll records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake thug r&b-rap scenerio
All day on the radio
Same scenes in the video
Monotonous material
Ya'll dont hear me though
These record labels sling out tapes like dope
You could be next in line to sign
and still be writin rhymes and broke
Would you rather have a Lexus or justice?
A dream or some substance?
A Beemer a necklace or freedom?
See a nigga like me dont playa hate
I just stay awake
This is real hip hop,
And it don't stop
Til we get the police off the block

They call it
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
It's bigger than
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop

Remix!
You know it
You know it
Rock and roll
Rock and roll
Rock abd roll
Rock, rock rock and roll
Where my dawgs at?
Where the White House at?
Where the White House at?
Bill Clinton
George Bush
Juliani
That's right
2000
Dead Prez
Static X
Malcolm X
Ooh Lord
You know it
Ooh Lord
Ooh Lord

At this time, please extinguish all smoking materials
Return all seat backs, and tray tables
To their most upright, and long position
Also at this time please take care to fasten your seatbelt
Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A

Welcome to L.A
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
And your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
Welcome to L.A
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
And your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times

MC's get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart
Don't start what you can't finish, serious bidness
Down La Seneca to bust a left on Venice
Where you can find me and mines -- Los Angeles Times
Welcome to L.A
Where every other day I'm taking the hat off my head
Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing
Said about me, Xzibit stand underground
Like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day
Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass
Making it easier to see, the Mister X to the Z
Don't peak, L.A., why test without vest-es
Stop lead projectile, Apocalypse Now
Love Allah not new car, faggot, superstar
Type of cat, fuck that, mash away in a
Diamond-white Concourse 'Llac
Still black so the one-time react as if under attack
Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain
Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with
Liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt
From the city where niggas known for puttin in work

Welcome to L.A
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
And your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
Welcome to L.A
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
And your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times

Welcome to L.A
If hand determine dick size, I'm palmin the Earth
Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth
And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee
Leavin you and your best man, stiffer than mannequins
Enough to break the skin on a Vietnam leatherneck
Marine drill sargeant, you nothin but a target (pow!)
Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name
Comin from the guts like I slammed down twenty cups
Of Hennesey straight, relate feel my hate
Xzibit flippin through these bitches like DJ trait
Translate to left field, only real niggas follow
Bitches suck and swallow, I'm livin life behind the bottle
Never the role model, still shinin like a new automobile
Flow six-fo', you can't steal
Cause I got a kill switch with a itch for the action
While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction
To sell they shit

Welcome to L.A
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
And your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
Welcome to L.A
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
And your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times

El ve-te-rano, you can only pray to learn what I know
Ride slow across the horizon a lone desperado
Comin through the door bringin nothin but hits
Sometimes I feel like a matador, lookin at this bullshit
Niggas pull rent from the crack of they ass
Maintain do your thang this too shall pass
I season beef with lead pieces then cook it with gas
I'm from the school of hard knocks way ahead in the class
Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass
Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash
Your defense can't last against advanced prosecution
Hit the airwaves like pollution -- hey, here's a solution
Take a trip to Washington then burn the Constitution
Top government officials locked down for prostitution
Recruitin the hard rocks mean streets keep producin
The world is a riot shit is mine for the lootin'

Welcome to L.A
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
And your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
Welcome to L.A
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
And your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times

Everyone's got to make a living
Everyone's got to make a living

Welcome to L.A
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
And your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
Welcome to L.A
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
And your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times

Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A

Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billers
For real niggas who ain′t got no feelings
Check it out now
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped for warfare beware
Of my crime family who got 'nuff shots to share
For all of those, who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit your nose bone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for they self in this land we be gunning
And keep them screws running
Like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
You′re in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathing
Your simple words just don't move me
You′re minor, we′re major
You're all up in the game and don′t deserve to be a player
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight
My gunshots′ll make you levitate
I'm only 19 but my mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It ain′t nothing really, a-yo Dun spark the philly
So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed niggas
Why they still alive I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness and foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
Now take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Son, they sCause ain′t no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they sCause ain′t no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
Living the live that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
Some get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts and straight up sones, sones
He ain′t a crook son, he's just a sone
For every rhyme I write it′s 25 to life
Yo it's a must, in gats we trust, safeguarding my life
Ain′t no time for hesitation, that only leads to incarceration
You don't know me, there's no relation
Queensbridge and we don′t play, I don′t got time
For your petty thinking mind, son I'm bigger than those
Claiming that you pack heat but you′re scared to hold
And once the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
Thirteen years in the projects, my mentality is what kid
You talk a good one but you don′t want it
Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts
Front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child′s place, kid you out of line
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot kid, you know my function
Cause long as I′m alive I′mma live illegal
And once I get on I'mma put on all my people
React quick, spit lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
When I roll up, don′t be caught sleeping cause I'm creeping
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billers
To real brothers who ain′t got no feelings
G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money
41st side, keeping it real, Queens get the money

Tiger style

Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin ta Fuck Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin ta Fuck Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin ta Fuck Wit

Yo there's no place to hide as I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Bam! Aw, man! I, slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan
I be tossing and flossing my style is awesome
I'm causing more Family Feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fucking head
MZA who was that? Ayo, the Wu is back
Making niggas go Bo! Bo! like I'm Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum

Put the needle to the groove I gets rude and I'm forced
To fuck it up, my style carries like a pick-up truck
Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shining sea
I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T
Now why try and test, the Rebel INS?
Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state

And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with
Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with

Hah! Step up, boy!
Represent! Chop his head off, kid!

The Meth will come out tomorrow
Styles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro
Flow, with more afro than Rollo
Coming to a fork in the road which way to go just follow
Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy hollow
In fact I'm a hard act to follow
I dealt for dolo, Bogart coming on through
Niggas is like "Oh, my God, not you!"
Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie
Rather do than die, check my flavor, coming from the RZA
Which is short for the razor who make me reminisce true
Like Deja, Vu! I'm rubber, niggas is like glue
Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you

Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin ta Fuck Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin ta Fuck Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin ta Fuck Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin ta Fuck Wit

Yo whats up man, get up man (I can't bust man)
Get up nigga, bust (I'm fucked)
Get up you gotta do your verse nigga
(Aight I'll try it) get up nigga!

I get drunk and I stumble to the phone
And conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone
Oh shit, tow back, I need to take a piss
Only when I'm drunk I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma urrp
Sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off (nah, keep it goin'
(J-ro can you make it?) I'm just not knowin'
I get drunk and start talkin' mo' shit
And when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out
Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be
Forget tryin' to rationalize, cover your eyes
Ah d-urrp, damn I'm drunk
I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk
When I get drunk I might act uncouth
But when I get drunk I always tell the truth
Yeah I'm good, I'm bad, I'm dope, I'm freaky fresh
I make hip-hop fans say yes yes
The liks comin' through, you know we gonna blow upop
Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta,
Urp damn, false alarm
Gettin' all the ladies with my cool charm
When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk
Yeah, but only when I'm dr'urp drunk

Yeah, let me pass the forty, to my nigga, tash

It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia
It's the pimp-slap niggy with drinks in the freezer
Bust the one out, two out, (flips) type of rapper
That'd get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker
Slip a colt for the fever when I'm coolin' with my people
Got hoes in east columus like I'm billy dee wrinkle
Cause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm harry belafonte
Lookin' for them niggas that jumped my homey dante
All up in this bitch with the gin and Tanqueray
Drink like Mr. Wendal smoke bud like Dr. Dre
But that's 'cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit
Goddamn I gotta piss I pass the mic to e-swift

Yeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me
I'm trippin', must be the brew that I was sippin'
Kickin' in, guess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin
Cause when I'm layin' on my back I can feel the room spin
One too many, I reckon
Feelin' I got ta earl, any second
Wanna get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the groove
What the fuck was I tryin to prove?
I get a rep for downin four-o's
All the hoes knows them alkaholik bros
Niggas call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk
Might fuck an ugly bitch but only when I'm drunk

Aight, think I'm feelin a little better
Ready to bust this, like this
And ya don't miss, check it out

I get drunk and start thinkin' bout my friends
That passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on
Black man muzzle, mike lee and suavey D
The three mc's will always live in my memories
We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes
And drink forty-o's, and wear the same clothes
Damn I wish we could go through it again
But I know one day we gonna do it again
And when that day comes it's gonna be live
But I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive
The alkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin'
Just a lil somethin', to pump up the thinkin'

Beer run! ante up nigga
Ha ha, put the money in the hat

And so it was written, and after all these things
I saw another angel come down from heaven
Having great power, and the earth was lightened with his glory
And he cried mightily with a strong voice saying
"Babylon the great has fallen
Has fallen and has become the habitation of devils
And the home to every foul spirit
And a cage of very unclean, and hateful men"

Yeah
What You See Is What You Get now (Now)
Xzibit never wait around for no kickdown, got my own shit loud (Hey)
Shot heard around the world
Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple
To make things simple, my existence is a ripple through time
Only concerned (Yeah) with what is mine, divine
Never monkeyshine, walkin down a very thin line
Holdin heat, runnin crazy in the streets, yeah (What's up?)
Plus the company I keep put in overtime while you oversleep (Uh)
Don't wanna see none of this evil I speak
Around the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress (Yeah)
You all get clotheslined and pinned to the mattress
All day, every day, every which way
Who said you can't have your cake and eat it too (Fuck you!)
This is hard time on Planet Earth, for what it's worth (Yeah, yeah)
Xzibit stay in rotation without rehabilitation like this

Players, pimps, hoes, hustlers
Willies, thugs, ballers, busters
Gangstas, macks, everyday, all day
Shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving

What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home
What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home

Yeah
You got more than you bargained for; hit the floor
I pull a fast one to let you know today could be your last one black
Take your breath like an asthma attack
Just a slave like Flavor Flav, "You're blind to the facts"
Mr. X to the Z, tha Liks and King Tee
Guaranteed to bring the house down naturally
Niggas knowin No Limits like Master P
Makin you motherfuckin bastards see (What?)
A whole different breed of MC; (Yeah) realize it's you against me
Catch a three-hundred and sixty degree
Roundhouse to the mouth right
And like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright
I feelin like my whole life is a green light, never turn red
Cause I strike like a rattlesnake, lock like a dread (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas wanna bump heads, (What) but they better off dead
Came crashin through the door like the Feds, bring it

What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home
What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home

The year everybody start to rush
Swingin' through is your friendly neighborhood lush
I crack your bottle then watch how Xzibit bust
I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate, I set it straight
Start to shakin you down, breakin new ground, construction work
Heavy artillery, put your dick in the dirt
Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt
Slug burnt through your jacket through your sweater, through your shirt
Get cut from the belly up (What?)
I break the chain, fast lane, suck my sugar cane (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryin to spark a nigga brain while you entertain trivial things
Material things, protected by the underground kings
Who rule the land with an iron fist
The Men in Black, (Yeah) if we flash can't remember shit (Sorry)
You cross me, I'll make you pay like the government, I wanna kill Sam
Because my package came short twelve grams, get the picture?

Players, pimps, hoes, hustlers
Willies, thugs, ballers, busters
Gangstas, macks, everyday, all day
Shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving

What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home
What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home

What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style that makes you go wild
Bless the child, bless the child
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home
What You See Is What You Get now
What You See Is What You Get now
What You See Is What You Get now
What You See Is What You Get now

...now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild

How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw in the streets)

For the fellas on the corner posted up twenty deep
With your fifth on your hip, ready to flip
Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick
You got skill, your best bet is to chill
And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill
With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost ya
Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty "The Enforcer"
I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation (yeah)
Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation
I packs my gat, and I got to stay strapped
I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind
Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep
I see right now, I got to show you it ain't nothin sweet
Go get your motherfuckin' hammer
And act like you want drama
I send a message to your mama
"Hello, do you know your one son left?"
I am licensed to kill and he had been marked for death
He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the dome
I left him stiffer than a tombstone

How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto)

I used to pack sling shots, but now I'm packin' heavy metal
A rugged underground freestyler
It's Lil' Fame, muthafucker, slap, Lil' Mallet
When I let off, it's a burning desire
Niggas increase the peace 'cause when I release it be rapid fire
For the cause, I drop niggas like drawers
Niggas'll hit the floors from the motherfuckin .44's
I'm thinkin' titles when it's showtime
Fuck around, I have niggas call the injury help line
I bust words in my words that'll serve
Even on my first nerve, I put herbs to curbs
I ain't about givin' niggas a chance
And I still raise shit that make my brother wanna get up and dance
Front, I make it a thrill to kill
Bringin' the ruckus, it's the neighborhood hoods for the Hill that's real
Me and mics hustle like niggas and dykes
So who wanna skate, cause I'm puttin niggas on ice
Whatever I drop must be rough, rugged and hard more (yeah)

How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)

Yo, here I am (so what up?) Get it on, cocksucker
That nigga Bill seem to be a ill black brother
I gets dough from the way I flow
And before I go
You motherfuckers gonna know
That I ain't nothin to fuck with, duck quick
I squeeze when I'm stressed
Them teflons'll tear through your vest
I love a bloodbath (niggas know the half)
You can feel the wrath (Saratoga/St. Marks Ave.)
B-I-L-L-Y D-A-N-Z-E-N-I-E
Me, Billy Danzenie
(Knock, knock) Who's there? (Lil' Fame)
Lil' Fame who? (Lil' Fame, your nigga)
Boom, ease up off the trigger
It's aight, me and shorty go to gunfights
Together we bring the ruckus, right?
We trump tight, aight?
I earned mine, so I'm entitled to a title
(7 fuckin 30) that means I'm homicidal

How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)

Yo, I scream on niggas like a rollercoaster
To them wack motherfuckers, go hang it up like a poster
Niggas get excited, but don't excite me
Don't invite me, I'm splittin' niggas' heads where the white be
Try to trash this, this little bastard'll blast it
Only puttin' niggas in comas and caskets
I ain't a phoney, I put the "mack" in -aroni
I leave you lonely (yeah, yeah, get on his ass, homie)
Up in your anus, I pack steel that's stainless
We came to claim this, and Lil' Fame'll make you famous
I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough
'Cause I'm in effect, knockin' motherfuckers like five-o
I'm catchin other niggas peepin', shit, I ain't sleepin'
I roll deep like a motherfuckin Puerto-Rican
So when I write my competition looks sadly
No punk-ass niggas, I make it happen like Mariah Carey
I got shit for niggas that roll bold
Lil' Fame is like a orthopedic shoe, I got mad soul
I'ma kill 'em before I duck 'em
Because yo, mother made 'em, mother had 'em and motherfuck 'em

Knowmsayin?
Lil' Fame up in this motherfucker
Givin' shoutouts to my man DR Period
Big Kid, Lazy Laz
My man Broke Ass Moe
The whole Saratoga Ave., you know what I'm sayin'?
Representin' for Brooklyn
Most of all, my cousin Prince Leroy, Big Mal, rest in peace

Danzenie up in this motherfucker
I'd like to say what's up to the whole MOP
Brooklyn, period
Them niggas that just don't give a fuck
Bet yo' ass, nigga
Hey yo, this motherfuckin' Babyface Nelson
Aka O.G. Bu-Bang
Yo, I wanna say what's up to the whole motherfuckin' MOP, boy

Yo, uh huh
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang

You think I'm kinda crazy
But I gotta few regrets livin like a king
With a pocket full of grit's
We come from different worlds
Don't you ever forget
I'm just a poor little white boy
Showin my respect

Like Willie Mays my eyes Purple Haze
My solar razor burn through shades
My grenades raid the airwaves
Catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade
Track slasher
Manufacture poems to microphones
Bones fracture
Limited edition composition spark friction
Non-fiction, the calm bomb keep
Your arm distant
Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence
Wu original
True colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke
With they hopes up high
I circulate the tri-state and
Vibrate beyond the Richter
Flies sense to flock when they
Spot this live nigga
The crowd seducer black your third
Eye before I lose ya
Verbal high I leave stars in
The eyes of Medusa
Top ten, parley like Cochran, it's often
Narrow margin
Of your odds to dodge the marksman
Murder rap, kill you soft like Roberta Flack
Words attack like a british bulldog
Observe the stacks

Now all pay tribute to this entity
A spark that surges through the undergrowth
Overwhelmin the populace from the entry
The Wu Tang Dynasty, has emerged
From this elite fleet
I was appointed to strike the vital nerve
Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words
Observe the magnetic attraction as we breathe
Seeds of MC's at these
Fake ass industry niggas feed off
The chrome mic tend to squeeze off and spray
An array of shots that travel downwind
Just respect pyrhiffic pen
As I send, the minds of the weak
To rise and take power I
Blew tower-ing over the land
As we stand, expanding our CREAM
A dollar to every grain of sand
Let the mind use the physical as planned

Beirut
Try to comprehend check out my new suit
Gods blend aim take fire pure destruction
Dissapear from here, my year
Drop the stupid LP's everywhere
Fallin out the sky tall sniper
Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside
Poetry whirlpool, RZA and True collide
We produce article exception to the rule
We the black men that struck oil
The hardboiled cats that made that Watergate
Thing go spoiled the heavy handed
Locked down stranged with Cyrus
Wu Pirates, sneak inside the club, low eyes
Low down dirty, twelve thirty
Night time crawlers
Off-the-wallers, basketball gun brawlers
Smoked out throw both fists for nine-seven
Slang reverand, put the best work in
"Oh, baby" "Oh, baby"

Wu, yo "Oh, baby"

Warning!

Yo, wanna rumble with Pun, ha?
Shit on the whole industry
Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?
Who the only one with over a thousand guns?
Runnin' up in niggas cribs like I paid the bill
Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth
I lace your grill with the fire starter
Hit your wife with the ? from the ?shower powers I devour?
I'm all about the fundamentals, like Pun and pencil
A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you
My mental's compatible with the radicals
My oddessey type, qualities allow me to poli' with animals
Niggas is canibals and the ghetto's a jungle
Where you either bet all your bundles or struggle on the simple and humble
My niggas'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran
Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand
Niggas'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces
And pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown
Up in the Boogie Down, ? swallow the team, pile on the green
Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring
For now I'm a King, so it's more than money, all the honies
Used to call me Punny cause my fam was always hungry
But now we rollin lovely, and you feel worse, want my money
Let your steel burst, cause I'd rather see you in hell first

Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
I'm selling perrico
Yo what's the deally yo?
I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
I'm selling perrico
Yo what's the deally yo?
I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro

Yo, yo, yo keep the lights keep the camera all I want is the action
The battle's on, where I roam in composition
A hardcore crowd, waitin to see, if I break
Like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate
It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a Libra
And if I get murdered, Don't Cry For Me Argentina
Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father
In three days, I rise like Christ and still sober
Now my eyes open, in my hands I got the Gatling
I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan
Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhood topsy turvy
Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary
This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetery
Bodies, from World War I and II is there
You don't want a third war, that's nuclear warfare
So Big Pun, count the stacks, make it fast
Illegal money turns legal now we runnin a laundromat
Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack
Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack
Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb threat
Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess
Tec for Tec, or we can go text for text, oh
I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in your chest - blaow
Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and hide
So when the DT shows up, he thought it was a suicide
Suicide it's a suicide...

Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
I'm selling perrico
Yo what's the deally yo?
I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
I'm selling perrico
Yo what's the deally yo?
I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive!

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive!
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive!
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive!
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong...

There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
From these streets that we done took
You walkin' witcha head down scared to look
You shook cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the mac one-double, I touch you
And leave you with not much to go home wit'
I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
Or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
That I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

Yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive!
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive!
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive!
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong...

I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin' to get dough ya know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that
As long as fiends smoke crack
I'll be on the block hustlin countin' my stacks
No doubt, watchin' my back and proceed with caution
Five-oh lurkin', no time to get lost in the system
Niggas usin' fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces
I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit happens for a reason
You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin'
You can't find a shorty to troop your bid wit'chu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult
Wild on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game
Some niggas like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin' shit
I'm like a Jew, savin' dough so I can big whip
Pushin' a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin' in the projects, forever
Jakes on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never separate and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt
My crew's all about loot
Fuck lookin' cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin' the smell
In the Bridge gettin' down it ain't hard to tell
You better realize

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive!
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive!
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive!
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive!

Up in the hot tub, bubbly
Spot, love, punish me
Don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I stick it, even Luke be like, "Don't stop, get it, get it"

I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But me and Punisher still got what you're lookin' for
Uptown baby, Uptown
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?

Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
Elevator to the top, hah, see you later, I'm gone
Penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks
In house beach, French count sheets, ten thou a piece
Rent-out lease, with a option to buy
Coppin' a 5 or Benz for when I'm not far up in the sky
Puffin' the lye with my Twinzito
Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens, nicknamed Perico
We go back like PAs and wearin' PJs
Now we reached the peak age, runnin' trains for three days
Who wanna ride? It won't cost you a dollar
Whether soft or harder, of course you still gonna holla
Mama, I'm thick, huh? I rip my (hah) through your (ugh)
I'm sick, you couldn't measure my with six rulers
Hold up, Chula, I'm all about gettin' loot
But I knock that boot if you out to get koofed

Well, I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But me and Punisher still got what you're lookin' for
Uptown baby, Uptown
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?

I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law

I love from butter pecan to blackberry molass'
I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of the (ha ha ha)
Long as you show class, and pass my test
Fat, highly intelligent bachelorettes
That's the best, I won't settle for less
I wanna get a brunette with unforgettable sex
I lay your head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the
It's hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty round brown, wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down professional, I'ma let you know
Once I put the blows, get your clothes 'cause you got to go
Out the door downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
"You nasty Brock", "I don't care"
Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns
Thick tongue, known to make a chick

Up in the hot tub, poppin' bubbly
Rubbin' your spot, love, got you screamin', "Punish me"
But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I stick it even Luke be like, "Don't stop, get it get it"

Up in the hot tub, poppin' bubbly
Rubbin' your spot, love, got you screamin', "Punish me"
But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I stick it even Luke be like, "Don't stop, get it get it"

I don't wanna be a playa no more
But me and Punisher still got what you're lookin' for
I don't wanna be a playa no more
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?

I don't wanna be a playa no more
But me and Punisher still got what you're lookin' for
I don't wanna be a playa no more
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?