Cilvaringz, Senna, RZA, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - The Weeping Tiger lyrics

Yeah whatsup ay-o check this out
Y'all this is Cilvaringz…
And this ya boy Ghostface we about
To pop this shit off right…
That's right daddy, let the beat drop
(Straight up and down… What is the
Total population of the original nation
Hear the wilderness of North America
And all over the planet earth daddy
Ayo… Ayo Ringz! Celebrate this nigga death
Date! Blow his fucking brains off!
It's us man for real live from
The jungle, where everything is real, guard
Your steel, hold your bitch down
Pay for your motherfucking bills
Rock your hat nigga)
All swords shall be drawn

Yo Straight out the iron gates of
Palestine’s frame of thought slinging
With a rock
Stayed nice with the mic pon cocked!
Pops put me on to Pac
Pac put me on to rebel shots
Devil Glocks go pop… dum-diddy dum
I learned in school fast
How to skip the class
While my grades kept flying through the roof
Cheating math
Running back to class fast, went missing
Fucking teachers up heated up
I'm on the 12 O'clock news screaming whut!
Rapper Cilvaringz signs deals with
Wu Tang and blows
Making 2 grand a show, dum-diddi dum
Moon and Angelo and Suei in the folio
50 Countries in the box, Amsterdam to Tokyo
I guess they never wanted me
To rock and get paid
The same wage they got paid working 22 days
Bloody money makes the world spin in new ways
And 'Cuda never hit that
So that shit's on you Rae

I sat around the older Gods while
They built bomb niggas up
Felt like Saddam tapping on my hand
Listen up
Get your money, get brains and big niggas up
Swiss look forward to millions
Nigga live shit up
I sat back in my zone, bone lit
I get your throne lit
Niggas I loaned, they ain't gave me shit
Fuck that family shit
You don't see us it's for no reason
I'm in the crib, wifey saying be easy
I'm all high in my motion
Money make me want to grab toasters
Spray down Wall street, put up posters
Yelling faggot I'm back
You can’t take nothing from the kid
I'm still getting money I'm stacked
Go whatever for the Peso, Rap Julio Iglesio
Sniff the eight in ya face and stay lacio
My ear game, popping in my gear game
Fear fame rearrange your jaw faster than
You hear trains test any mortal, call 'em
I'm in the hallway hitting raw autumn
Meet me in the lobby nigga see my daughter
And she gon' spray for her dad
Call a brother later, get that
Money out the wall, daddy got bagged
I'm going to jail for something
Real, can't do me nothing, still
Can’'t compare me to no rap nigga
Fuck a deal
I get to hurting niggas, murking on niggas
It's just the network I come from
Ringz now kid reveal '‘em!
Oh, no It's the Wu Tang they're back and
Oh, no Beez on the swarm attacking
Oh, no Just when the world looks back and
When we speak upon the mic
We speak what is right
Oh, no Dollar signs won't corrupt us
Oh, no And justice we shall discuss
Oh, no In God and only God we trust
Newest addition to the Wu Tang Killa Bee gang
Cilvaringz, Cilvaringz, Cilvaringz
Cilvaringz

Yeah that's right, like I told you before
This is big Ghost in effect yo Cilvaringz
You know how we get down nigga you killing it
We Wu’'d out, wallabee’d out
Everything is all real just keep
That shit up nigga no doubt cause we ain'’t
Going nowhere cilvaringz
Big Ghost in effect
We signing off nigga we out, one!
(Live Moroccan Muslim, you know how it go)