RZA, Prodigal Sunn, GZA - Do U lyrics

Come on my niggas, yo
Put your guns in your right hand and
Hold it down towards the floor
Point all your guns down towards
The floor for a minute
Yeah, you could hold 'em
Just point 'em down towards the floor
For a sec, aight?
(Yo y'all ain't fuckin' wit the Wu)
We gon' splash like this
All my wild Digi heads
(Y'all niggas is crook) Y'all niggas move
A little up to the front
Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' about
Word up, my weedheads
Y'all play the right for a second
Nahmean? Check it out all y'all niggas on X
Y'all keep y'all asses in the back
Aight? Straight up, in fact, matter of fact
We gon' mingle this shit like mothafuckin'
Peas in the mothafuckin' pot
Straight up Digi Digi style, word up
As we splash you right
(yeah, yeah, my niggas is crew
Now y'all ain't fuckin' wit the Wu
Oh now y'all come on)

Walk wit a diddy bop ock, you silly pop
Jiffy Pop fuck around, son
I'll blow ya face up with fifty shots
Sharp darts, and it pop pop like tarts
Extreme speed like Anakin inside the Pod
Headed for the finish line, BOODOO
Watch Bobby cross it
Hoes with the diamonds on your toes
Come on and floss it i be one of those tall
Skinny cats with the four-nine
Three-eleven that rips through Power-U's
And breaks spines
I culture power tuggin' boys who be drunk
Buggin'
Lovin' loud noise from toys, club thuggin'
Huggin' sweet chocolate deluxe, rugged
Sexy buttercup that don't give a fuck about
The cop in the club or the bouncer with the
Flashlight, one walked passed, right?
Some pulled the razor and chopped his
Ear like he was Mad Mike
I played the cipher in the corner
Teachin' math one for one thoughts
A hundred brothers won't last "Do U"
Because you can't do me "Do U"
Because you can't do me come on!

Yo, son, Wake Up! Yo, I gotta do this, man
I gotta get this money, son

Features in the crowd, appearance like
"Black I'm proud"
In the background, no sounds, four pound
We hold ground! Brooklyn bound
Seven initials up in the crown
One man's ramblin'
Officials they shot him down
Supreme, extreme, lean, killin' machines
All I wanna do is feed my seed, plus my team
Keep it logical, no games
Straight up about Prodigal
Diabolic drums and I run from none
Testimony one
Give my life before my only son
Thelonious crumbs
Why they wanna press me for guns?
Now I'm in the face of the judge
Court case thug
From a race, laced, based on drugs
Some made slugs as it was written
Stroll through any block forbidden
Glock hidden, why they wanna stop precision?
Eighty-five percent of my brothers
Locked in prison and we just keep dyin' for
The love of good livin'
But Do U! Do U! Do U!

You know those jams in the park
Produced the spark made me feel words how I
Read books in the dark
I always took it to heart, loved the art
A lifetime of darts, ripped crews apart
Made their stay real short
I stamped the passport
Couldn't bring through no wack
Shit of no sort
I walked the borough challengin'
The best that stood torch metal mics
They conduct better than wood
Once I electrify and only expect to die
Rounded Bed-Stuy, ZZZZ, nigga fry
My opponent block
The beat comin' from his box
Investment ranker who's a joke in the stocks
Keep a rhythmic pace
Maintainin' great balance
Movin' in steps of unheard of silence
Normally progressioners
They're slow steepin'
Niggas wanna light up when
There's gas leakin'

"Do U feel?"