R.A. The Rugged Man, Masta Killa, Kool G Rap, XX3EME, Ghostface Killah - Dragon Fire lyrics

You're not dead! I'm a killer
That's why - killers don't die so easy!
Even though your so-called loyal clans
All got together
And tried to kill me!  Ha ha haha!
Ah! Ghost Face Killer!

Yo, we got killer Glocks
Loaded up with killer shots to killer cops
 playin' the block with killer rocks
High-voltage guns that let off kilowatts
Big Cee-Lo games that only got killer knots
Nothin' but killers in here that'll
Straight kill your career
The bullshit is killin' my ears
Kill a red carpet, geared to kill a premiere
This is Ghostface Killah
No killer would dare killer fashion
Watch how I kill 'em with rolls
With the classic Wallabees with
The colorful soles
My killer actions leave fake killers exposed
There's no relaxin' when you see
My killers on patrol
We got killers on parole that's
Real ill since Bill Bill
That'll fuck around and kill Bill
Born in the killer Stapletown thriller
Ghostface Killah, yo, it only get realer

Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang!

Once upon a time
We was labeled the murder capital
Ear wide velour, FILA suit with the cable
Do or die, kill or be killed
Streets are murder
Ninja mask, killers on bikes
Get your man lift sock on the toe of the
Bally for the gearshift
Adrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct
Trigger finger start to itch
My bad eye twitch
Cut from the fabric of the raw lyric
These are the rules
Got a fam of killers that don't snitch
Quiet killers like carbon monoxide
When doves cry
Masta Killa mic assassin, you all die
Slow, I move in silence
You won't hear a peep
Killers that'll kill you for
Real in one heartbeat
Slid to get y'all weak, we kill concrete
Spin it back and catch the beat
I squeeze mic heat heh, I squeeze my heat

Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang!
RA! The The The Rugged Man!
Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang!
Why me? Wanna fight me? Try me
Every record label sucks dick

Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got wild dancin'
I'm in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion
I'm Corman, Orson, Thorburn, John Boorman
The living baptism in the river of Jordan
Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell
Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell
I'm not well
Black gestapos, white Broncos, drop those
When the Glock blows
Turn your face into potholes
Always had the hot flows
Since a booger snotnose
Mama couldn't afford us
She shoulda kept her twat closed
Fill a stadium, baby Damien
I'll sell a weapon to an Iranian
Then I'll sell a Russian uranium
Beretta sever the head of the negative
Never let 'em live i'll put you to bed like
Mr huxtable with a sedative i am the filthy
Dirty degenerate representative
A Juice Crew terror to the era terrorist
No they won't protect ya
The throne of The Bone Collector
Bullet to the dome
Welcome to the home of Phil Spector
I toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status
The murder, the madness of Mad Dog Mattis
Sing

You are wit' RA de Don Gorgon
'Longside Xx3eme de yardman
Rifle spit fire like dragon
Quickly send dem to de Lord and
Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah)
Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah)
Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah)
We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce

Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang!

Once upon a time
We was labeled the murder capital
Ear wide velour, FILA suit with the cable
Do or die, kill or be killed
Streets are murder
Ninja mask, killers on bikes
Get your man lift sock on the toe of the
Bally for the gearshift
Adrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct
Trigger finger start to itch
My bad eye twitch
Cut from the fabric of the raw lyric
These are the rules
Got a fam of killers that don't snitch
Quiet killers like carbon monoxide
When doves cry
Masta Killa mic assassin, you all die
Slow, I move in silence
You won't hear a peep
Killers that'll kill you for
Real in one heartbeat
Slid to get y'all weak, we kill concrete
Spin it back and catch the beat
I squeeze mic heat heh, I squeeze my heat

Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang!
RA! The The The Rugged Man!
Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang!
Why me? Wanna fight me? Try me
Every record label sucks dick
Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang!
Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness
Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness
G Rap's known 'cause I'm bad to the bone
I kill 'em executioner style! I'm Kool G Rap
I'm Kool G Rap, poison

G ran with the thieves and the bandit's
Toast click
Don't make me leave you in transit
Don't even think about seizin' no chances
This shit make birds flee from they branches
If it ain't cheese where your hands is
We gon' leave you like Christopher
Reeves in some Pampers
Don't sneeze, and you panic or breathe
When we stand at reach and you
Gon' bleed on your dandruff
Close steel, better hold still
They gon' find you with left with
No grill like you're roadkill
Flashin' lights in the night
Not from camera shots
Those the type from the ice
In the random shops
Where the mothers come and candle blocks
Bodies rot in abandoned lots
Helicopters and the vans
Is SWAT, cannibalism, scams and plots
Vandalism, grams and rocks
Stay in the kitchen, handle
Pots, handle riches, hammer's cocked
Man in prison, man forgot
Tattoo teardrop and the can pop
Don't stop, won't stop, hip hop can't stop

You are wit' RA de Don Gorgon
'Longside Xx3eme de yardman
Rifle spit fire like dragon
Quickly send dem to de Lord and
Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah)
Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah)
Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah)
We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce

Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang!
Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness
Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness