Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Method Man - Wu Will Survive lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Method Man - Wu Will Survive lyrics]
Wu Tang will survive, no no you know now
The Wu Tang will survive
'Cause every time they flip a party
You know the party screams and shouts
'Cause you dAMN! Aw, TC that was the bomb
Get all my peoples
Get all my peoples headphones
All of 'em, lay 'em a death warrant
A-a-a-h, yo, show it off, kid
Show 'em what? What?
Let 'em have it, bust it, aiyo, aiyo
Blend wine, who wanna win mine?
Shorty get a ten-round for
Floatin' with the richest, huh
Flexed out, Flintstones style
Your criminal pen pal kidnapped Loud
Jetted the
Mozayan posin' for them niggas up in Poland
Rollin' waxed out museum, G 'em
Them richest niggas bless this
Like Russian cut VVS's
Slide the hatchback, black, word
Finessin' this them niggas over there know
Gazelle goggles and them Lottos
'88 style throwin' bottles (Bottles)
Scenario rap, imperial material
(Uh, yo, yo, yo, yo) yo, dunn, dunn
Murderin' cats is like that real
Yo, come do me something, word to Michelob
Peep the Land Rov'
Sleeper hold club faggots
Lay your dome on a stove
It's like space kid, the whole
World is pitch black, granola rap
Dough got smaller
Famous team walked up in Fotomat
Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
Getaway driver–this white bitch from
Out of town we love horse races
Shakin' Jakes and high-speed chasin'
Porno stations, drinking violations
Godly nations
90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks
Bangin' earaches
Lay my verse down in two takes
The speaker pop
The Winchester rifle's in the kitchen
Murder the DJs, eyes twitchin'
Woofer hissin'
Yo, he's strong-armin', manipulatin' niggas
Scrapin' niggas
Takin' play from niggas, hate fakin' niggas
Yo, you hear me? The
Whole shit's like wrestlin'
What, you dare me? Back the fuck up, kid
We flexin'
This rap shit bust your gums
And leave you stunned
Pull your plug, now you can't function
There's no total or sum to this equation
You frozen many may come but few are chosen
Pretty niggas want to play the war posin'
When the ruckus come
They be the first to get their shine stolen
Do or die, it be I, Metaphysical Man
Holding court from my Wu indivisible Clan
I see your thoughts and your hand reachin'
It's getting deep in this mud
Cats heat-seekin' for one blood
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs shootin'
At these stank bitches
That’s either brainless or bugged
I make switches
From the lamp, I grant three wishes
Johnny be parlayin', I Blaze britches
Then I roll
100% mind, 100% body, 100% soul, individual
Assholes tend to run from this
PLO extortion to the one the next chamber
You fuckin' with the star spangler
To the dawn's early light
With this head banger
Boogie, represent this shit fully
Like I'm constantly at war
With the town bully
Who want that pressure? About
To get smacked silly
Like a fat bitch in Spandex, Free Willy!
We on some milli, check the joint
Engine Engine Number Nine
Niggas wastin' time worryin' about
Me and mine get your own shit
The Wu Tang will survive
'Cause every time they flip a party
You know the party screams and shouts
'Cause you dAMN! Aw, TC that was the bomb
Get all my peoples
Get all my peoples headphones
All of 'em, lay 'em a death warrant
A-a-a-h, yo, show it off, kid
Show 'em what? What?
Let 'em have it, bust it, aiyo, aiyo
Blend wine, who wanna win mine?
Shorty get a ten-round for
Floatin' with the richest, huh
Flexed out, Flintstones style
Your criminal pen pal kidnapped Loud
Jetted the
Mozayan posin' for them niggas up in Poland
Rollin' waxed out museum, G 'em
Them richest niggas bless this
Like Russian cut VVS's
Slide the hatchback, black, word
Finessin' this them niggas over there know
Gazelle goggles and them Lottos
'88 style throwin' bottles (Bottles)
Scenario rap, imperial material
(Uh, yo, yo, yo, yo) yo, dunn, dunn
Murderin' cats is like that real
Yo, come do me something, word to Michelob
Peep the Land Rov'
Sleeper hold club faggots
Lay your dome on a stove
It's like space kid, the whole
World is pitch black, granola rap
Dough got smaller
Famous team walked up in Fotomat
Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
Getaway driver–this white bitch from
Out of town we love horse races
Shakin' Jakes and high-speed chasin'
Porno stations, drinking violations
Godly nations
90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks
Bangin' earaches
Lay my verse down in two takes
The speaker pop
The Winchester rifle's in the kitchen
Murder the DJs, eyes twitchin'
Woofer hissin'
Yo, he's strong-armin', manipulatin' niggas
Scrapin' niggas
Takin' play from niggas, hate fakin' niggas
Yo, you hear me? The
Whole shit's like wrestlin'
What, you dare me? Back the fuck up, kid
We flexin'
This rap shit bust your gums
And leave you stunned
Pull your plug, now you can't function
There's no total or sum to this equation
You frozen many may come but few are chosen
Pretty niggas want to play the war posin'
When the ruckus come
They be the first to get their shine stolen
Do or die, it be I, Metaphysical Man
Holding court from my Wu indivisible Clan
I see your thoughts and your hand reachin'
It's getting deep in this mud
Cats heat-seekin' for one blood
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs shootin'
At these stank bitches
That’s either brainless or bugged
I make switches
From the lamp, I grant three wishes
Johnny be parlayin', I Blaze britches
Then I roll
100% mind, 100% body, 100% soul, individual
Assholes tend to run from this
PLO extortion to the one the next chamber
You fuckin' with the star spangler
To the dawn's early light
With this head banger
Boogie, represent this shit fully
Like I'm constantly at war
With the town bully
Who want that pressure? About
To get smacked silly
Like a fat bitch in Spandex, Free Willy!
We on some milli, check the joint
Engine Engine Number Nine
Niggas wastin' time worryin' about
Me and mine get your own shit