Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Masta Killa, Method Man, Inspectah Deck, U-God - Watch Your Mouth lyrics

Y'know? General, general! Word out yeah
Aiyyo man you poppin fuckers
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)

It's just rules with beats - you
Clown niggas can't rule the streets
We set shop! Wu Tang, we rule the East
Taking over the block! "From the gate now!"
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
Aiyyo, it's just rules with beats - you
Clown niggas can't rule the streets
We set shop! Wu Tang, we rule the East
Taking over the block
You can't fuck with the block!
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)

Aiyyo, I stay funky and piley, blue Excelero
They lookin for me
What the fuck you behind me for?
Stressing everything I breathe on
I'm from the boulevard where niggas
Get jacked and peed on
Whatever homey, we more lavish
I might sneak you in the crib
See my lasers and glasses
Try to get my come up on
Yo, and when you see me
You know I got my "come up" arm on
Cartier called me up, robbery here
We got your seed in the
Back of the Beemer starving
We like lion killers
Catch me on stage with the gauge
In my right hand
Grenade and this leather bomber
I scout money
You know we hungry and talk funny
Coughing out corner rappers
Don't never walk up on me
I write with only insane Malkovich
My troops gave me money to clown with them
Fuck it
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)

My first gun was a 32, back before uh!
Graduated to the 38, maybe a nine
I prefer the fo' five, stay alive
Techs held the crack gank in '88
8 oz straight from Florida, the best temp
Camouflage vest, repping the set
Wu on the east wing, twenty-ten, sexy bad
We up at Spain with that thing thing
My crew strong
We take no search for your party dunn
You know how I run
Spray places, cover faces, beat cases
A big mouth will get your
Teeth knocked the fuck out
Keep a nunchuk, take money, stay ninja
I injure, any motherfuckin contender
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)

Hey bitch
Your time's up! Go finish them rhymes up
All my soldiers is lined up
My corners is crimed up
Niggas know where to find us
Settin the grind up
Police checkin them pies up
My rims are shined up
Wu! We on the rise up, crops supplied up
Plottin niggas demise up, boxed in conduct
Scratch we got 'em sized up
And when the East is in the house
You, you, you, you, you
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)

On the side of the projects, grey skully
Bubble 'Lo goose
Mac 11 tucked in front of the belly
Prestigious moves, we killin 'em
Hoes we drillin 'em
We like George Foreman out in the streets
We grillin 'em in the van, 45's and dilly's
Ready to slam it
House arrest box is goin off, Tony got grams
Gotta bath tub full of white
Lay in it like Sam Montana
Tune 'em out, to blow out, chop 'em like fans
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)

This is boulevard hard
Lounging in your black car
Camouflage rat guard on "Stomp the Yard"
IN-S spit monster bars, flip long regards
My click dons bitch, y'all are frauds
I get it in like Tim off the glass
Slamming my name, I'm like the prez
Sending men off to blast
What I spit, make 'em spend all their cash
I'm so Wu
So new that I ain't ripped off the tags
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)

RZA done birthed us, some curse on purpose
I'm the grouch, my mouth is a circus
Burner plus a good learner, don't need a hood
All I need's a good burner, Nat Turner
Snake rat murderer, all I hear is turf talk
Rack rooms full of goons
With bullet wound birthmarks
From the first spark, you heard my response
(Wu Tang) More results talkin 'bout
Whole crew's mission just lost
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)

Out the beehive, you dip and you dive
But, you still can't survive
You can't see past five
Check the outlook, this is not in the book
You bein dragged across the floor while
Your 'dro in my hook lyrical joust
Found all the deal off the books
Steve Rif gave the nod to Universal
Good look still spit poison venom
Red Monkey and Wu dem
Have any dudes seen the condos? It's all 'em
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)

Put my +clan in da front+, +reunite+ 'em
Make 'em all RSVP, if they want it
We don't invite 'em
No beef, less talk and more action
We parole as a whole
We'll send you back in fractions
Break through fanatic
Low crates deep in attics
The Abbott pulled out a 45
Looped with static
I scrolled through the menu then
Rolled to the venue
The dress code is armor all
Put a hole up in him
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)