Wu-Tang Clan, Streetlife - Hellz Wind Staff lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan, Streetlife - Hellz Wind Staff lyrics]
The Wu Tang Clan will rise again
There are many of us
All working for the good of the Wu Tang die
So get your egg crashed by
My Hellz Wind Staff
While the pictures broadcast and splash
To tell the news like Katie Chung
How the bullet collapsed his lung
His father watched in horror as
He swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead before the age of 21
Left his son to grow in
The ghettos of the slums
Where the shots echo for twisted
Metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get PLO
By the lone gunner who took
Revenge for his brother
Who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring, blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep son
Every day is like a rerun
So I reach out and try to teach one
But 85% uncivilized content
No tolerance so a lifetime is spent
Behind a cage bent smoked out
And on a park bench
Killer instinct, slave rap niggas get lynched
So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck
Tell Ra
Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck
To all you slew-footed penguins
Ducking from these Hot rocks that's flaming
Chocolate for all you rap Damians
Spraying cards espionage
Dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
In the making
Next album 'Blood on Chef Apron'
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
Discovery Channel, cats the Book of Daniel
Coke blunts hot as a fuck swatted bamboo
High school dropouts
Baseheads get knocked the fuck out
On the regular for robbing a good nigga house
Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable
Hot rock lava, gringo throw the Frusen Gladjé
What you know about this
Specialist armed dangerous?
Hit you close range with this madness
Unique design shine like a deep dish
The beat kick technique split
Up your weak shit yes, the rhythm, the Rebel
Alone in my level heat it up
Past the boiling point of metal
Living legend, veteran known to set trend
Lethal weapon, step through your section
With the force like Luke Skywalker
Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture
Live performer, bid the mic sayōnara
Borderline to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder
Can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword across your throat, you choke
We on the run with the golden guns
Get you none
When it reach out and touch someone
Blaze their buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsing the Sun
Target practice commence when I throw
These darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts
Bloody your mattress
Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm going in
Shooting bullets at the top ten
Rhyme concoction blend like chameleon
All these niggas want cheese, is
We mice or men, word up
We can go platinum but then
Still can't get no satisfaction
Once again back on the block crumb snatching
Blowing backs in cold-blooded 9 assassins
Time for action
Johnny Unitas, handle that like arthritis
Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas
Drowning problems in Heinekens
Imported from Holland
Getting boosted off of Killa Bee pollen
Stone columns get stacked by drum tracks
Smack loud like gun claps
Pin a crab to death
With a thousand thumbtacks
The Wu centerfold
It be's the Wind Ninja scroll
Soul edged blade controls your Interpol
The Fig Newt'
Fruit from the forbidden tree root
I stay secluded in the
Chamber training new recruit's
With Fatal Guillotine
The black hooded team what it means
When bullet screams from the hot Glock
Like rock from a sling (sometimes)
Pushed through like George
Bush Operation Whoops
Shots get popped on the block
Causing blood to gush
From digital to analogue
The Wu Wear camouflage my entourage squad be
Stomping through Zanzibar
Like herds of cattle
RZA plays the wall like a shadow
Connecting Brooklyn
Shaol like the Verrazanno Narrows
Stash the cream though
Iceatollah ice style gleamo
Lex graffiti name Ramo
Hold em we rolling asking me though
Raps is hotter than hot tamales in Toledo
Pussy that shit she passing off to me though
We wax Ajax niggas with an axe, Maxamill
You could crash a mil’ got your back still
Scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar
Bills sit back eyeing y'all niggas out
Fakes that delegate we spitting fire out
Verb burglar, design the Wally shoe store
Reserve a jet status
Guyanese bird up on my mattress
Watch me mack this
Ralph Lauren goose incite a fashion
Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick
Strong approach like magnets
Custom wood crane name
Styling rich, résumé the waves and one chain
Feeling mics like, wheeling a bike
Slide like
Step on his Klondike, get your dart right
We moving on it like
Wind breaker niggas get they face broke
Jewelery get snatched
Magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats
(sometimes)
There are many of us
All working for the good of the Wu Tang die
So get your egg crashed by
My Hellz Wind Staff
While the pictures broadcast and splash
To tell the news like Katie Chung
How the bullet collapsed his lung
His father watched in horror as
He swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead before the age of 21
Left his son to grow in
The ghettos of the slums
Where the shots echo for twisted
Metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get PLO
By the lone gunner who took
Revenge for his brother
Who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring, blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep son
Every day is like a rerun
So I reach out and try to teach one
But 85% uncivilized content
No tolerance so a lifetime is spent
Behind a cage bent smoked out
And on a park bench
Killer instinct, slave rap niggas get lynched
So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck
Tell Ra
Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck
To all you slew-footed penguins
Ducking from these Hot rocks that's flaming
Chocolate for all you rap Damians
Spraying cards espionage
Dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
In the making
Next album 'Blood on Chef Apron'
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
Discovery Channel, cats the Book of Daniel
Coke blunts hot as a fuck swatted bamboo
High school dropouts
Baseheads get knocked the fuck out
On the regular for robbing a good nigga house
Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable
Hot rock lava, gringo throw the Frusen Gladjé
What you know about this
Specialist armed dangerous?
Hit you close range with this madness
Unique design shine like a deep dish
The beat kick technique split
Up your weak shit yes, the rhythm, the Rebel
Alone in my level heat it up
Past the boiling point of metal
Living legend, veteran known to set trend
Lethal weapon, step through your section
With the force like Luke Skywalker
Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture
Live performer, bid the mic sayōnara
Borderline to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder
Can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword across your throat, you choke
We on the run with the golden guns
Get you none
When it reach out and touch someone
Blaze their buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsing the Sun
Target practice commence when I throw
These darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts
Bloody your mattress
Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm going in
Shooting bullets at the top ten
Rhyme concoction blend like chameleon
All these niggas want cheese, is
We mice or men, word up
We can go platinum but then
Still can't get no satisfaction
Once again back on the block crumb snatching
Blowing backs in cold-blooded 9 assassins
Time for action
Johnny Unitas, handle that like arthritis
Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas
Drowning problems in Heinekens
Imported from Holland
Getting boosted off of Killa Bee pollen
Stone columns get stacked by drum tracks
Smack loud like gun claps
Pin a crab to death
With a thousand thumbtacks
The Wu centerfold
It be's the Wind Ninja scroll
Soul edged blade controls your Interpol
The Fig Newt'
Fruit from the forbidden tree root
I stay secluded in the
Chamber training new recruit's
With Fatal Guillotine
The black hooded team what it means
When bullet screams from the hot Glock
Like rock from a sling (sometimes)
Pushed through like George
Bush Operation Whoops
Shots get popped on the block
Causing blood to gush
From digital to analogue
The Wu Wear camouflage my entourage squad be
Stomping through Zanzibar
Like herds of cattle
RZA plays the wall like a shadow
Connecting Brooklyn
Shaol like the Verrazanno Narrows
Stash the cream though
Iceatollah ice style gleamo
Lex graffiti name Ramo
Hold em we rolling asking me though
Raps is hotter than hot tamales in Toledo
Pussy that shit she passing off to me though
We wax Ajax niggas with an axe, Maxamill
You could crash a mil’ got your back still
Scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar
Bills sit back eyeing y'all niggas out
Fakes that delegate we spitting fire out
Verb burglar, design the Wally shoe store
Reserve a jet status
Guyanese bird up on my mattress
Watch me mack this
Ralph Lauren goose incite a fashion
Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick
Strong approach like magnets
Custom wood crane name
Styling rich, résumé the waves and one chain
Feeling mics like, wheeling a bike
Slide like
Step on his Klondike, get your dart right
We moving on it like
Wind breaker niggas get they face broke
Jewelery get snatched
Magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats
(sometimes)