Wu-Tang Clan - Ruckus in B Minor lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan - Ruckus in B Minor lyrics]
Huh after all these years
What you said was true
The Shaolin and the Wu Tang is very dangerous
Ha ha hahahah it's the ODB, kid, once again
Coming through your area
And I'm going to tell you one
Time you gon' love this
I had to get the money
Said it wasn't a choice
Die Hard's on the bars
Ladies lovin' the voice
Morphine flow, numbing your joints
Bomb a nigga like he number 81 from Detroit
Zombie life, World War Z
Antidote to your virus, your highness
The world on me
Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis
So deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavy
Sick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fire
Forever with bars, sort of like a lifer
With the son of anarchy, I be breaking bad
Walking dead, day dreaming of making a band
Dancing with the stars, Americans idol me
The mentalist with the Big Bang Theory
Still number one, still number one
Still number one, one, one
Still number one, still number one
Still number one, one, one
The most duplicated, anticipated, validated
Urban legends in the books with
The ones who made it highly celebrated
Everything was work related
Current top 40 got the Wu
Deep in all their business
20 years Killa Bees, yeah
We hold the pennant
Monumental stance on the cover
With my co-defendants
Drop her sentence, in remembrance
Construct these jewels so they can
Live through my descendants
Youngun, I can see your draws
Pull your pants up
Can't even call yourself a man
Until you man up
And if you call yourself a fan
You need to stand up
This ain't a party, it's a jux
Keep your hands up
And I don't care who runs the
City when the summer come
Your summer's done, Wu forever
And we're still number one
Still number one, still number one
Still number one, one, one
Still number one, still number one
Still number one, one, one
Picture a nigga on the strip getting
Rich off the drug shit
Putting other niggas on
Teaching ‘em thug shit
Then they want stick 'em up
Then they get slugs quick
Hood-type niggas always living
That crime life
Jealous-ass grimy niggas seeing the limelight
Slimy old nigga like fucking your man’s wife
Fool shouldn't use the word brother
He man dyke
Yo, I spin my web all across New York
Get it out in all types of ice
There's a sport
One chain, two chain, three chain, four
Niggas mouth's drop like the
Leaves in the fall tone got that WBC
I take off heavy in air balloons
And land in the Fiji's
That's my bird and that's my word
You faggots keep fucking around
And get curbed (I came to town)
Forms circles like the rings of Saturn
Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern
Then this fascinating picture has
Emerged from surface
A wonder of the young world
With an urgent purpose
A wild fire engulfing every home
It's history chiseled and carved
In every stone
A workshop where skills are learned
Handcrafted and drafted
Written works the main concern
Urban center provided with a social structure
And a curious culture full of superconductors
Each stain is part of a scene with
Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen
Spell bounding
Marvelous and it's surrounding
Viewpoints remain the same
It's all astounding
A place where the forgotten
Art is so powerful
A striking image is something
That's so valuable
This one's the blackout! Three-fifty-seven
To your mouth!
GZA, this is called Ruckus In B Minor
Rae, all those bad times is behind us
Ghost, put that mask on to remind us
Method Man
Let 'em know who's New York's finest
Youngun, I can see your draws
Pull your pants up
Can't even call yourself a man
Until you man up
And if you call yourself a fan
You need to stand up
This ain't a party, it's a jux
Keep your hands up
And I don't care who runs the
City when the summer come
Your summer's done, Wu forever
And we're still number one
Still number one, still number one, one, one
Still number one, still number one
Still number one, one, one
Still number one, still number one
Still number one, one, one
Now I'mma let all you motherfuckers know
Whether you from Brooklyn
Whether you from Manhattan
You from Queens nigga i don't give a fuck
Where you be motherfucker!
My lines is like Peruvian coke
Go ahead and try one
My recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixture
Rainman mathematician, this city slicker
The finest threads cover my frame
The cloths of royalty strive with an army of
Winners and no pretenders
(One) We live free and achieve more
But first we gotta win with no stalemate
The all eye seeing is victorious
Biz to the sound man
Armored trucks, tanks are bulletproof
Been the truth
Loot the track, clear the booth
My thought ready, aim, shoot
My knowledge one twenty proof
Let's tear the roof off
Let's spray, M-A-S T-A
King I Love-Love club, pack stadium rock
I hold the mic snug, split a slug
Black ninja, mask and gloves
Still number one, still number one
What you said was true
The Shaolin and the Wu Tang is very dangerous
Ha ha hahahah it's the ODB, kid, once again
Coming through your area
And I'm going to tell you one
Time you gon' love this
I had to get the money
Said it wasn't a choice
Die Hard's on the bars
Ladies lovin' the voice
Morphine flow, numbing your joints
Bomb a nigga like he number 81 from Detroit
Zombie life, World War Z
Antidote to your virus, your highness
The world on me
Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis
So deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavy
Sick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fire
Forever with bars, sort of like a lifer
With the son of anarchy, I be breaking bad
Walking dead, day dreaming of making a band
Dancing with the stars, Americans idol me
The mentalist with the Big Bang Theory
Still number one, still number one
Still number one, one, one
Still number one, still number one
Still number one, one, one
The most duplicated, anticipated, validated
Urban legends in the books with
The ones who made it highly celebrated
Everything was work related
Current top 40 got the Wu
Deep in all their business
20 years Killa Bees, yeah
We hold the pennant
Monumental stance on the cover
With my co-defendants
Drop her sentence, in remembrance
Construct these jewels so they can
Live through my descendants
Youngun, I can see your draws
Pull your pants up
Can't even call yourself a man
Until you man up
And if you call yourself a fan
You need to stand up
This ain't a party, it's a jux
Keep your hands up
And I don't care who runs the
City when the summer come
Your summer's done, Wu forever
And we're still number one
Still number one, still number one
Still number one, one, one
Still number one, still number one
Still number one, one, one
Picture a nigga on the strip getting
Rich off the drug shit
Putting other niggas on
Teaching ‘em thug shit
Then they want stick 'em up
Then they get slugs quick
Hood-type niggas always living
That crime life
Jealous-ass grimy niggas seeing the limelight
Slimy old nigga like fucking your man’s wife
Fool shouldn't use the word brother
He man dyke
Yo, I spin my web all across New York
Get it out in all types of ice
There's a sport
One chain, two chain, three chain, four
Niggas mouth's drop like the
Leaves in the fall tone got that WBC
I take off heavy in air balloons
And land in the Fiji's
That's my bird and that's my word
You faggots keep fucking around
And get curbed (I came to town)
Forms circles like the rings of Saturn
Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern
Then this fascinating picture has
Emerged from surface
A wonder of the young world
With an urgent purpose
A wild fire engulfing every home
It's history chiseled and carved
In every stone
A workshop where skills are learned
Handcrafted and drafted
Written works the main concern
Urban center provided with a social structure
And a curious culture full of superconductors
Each stain is part of a scene with
Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen
Spell bounding
Marvelous and it's surrounding
Viewpoints remain the same
It's all astounding
A place where the forgotten
Art is so powerful
A striking image is something
That's so valuable
This one's the blackout! Three-fifty-seven
To your mouth!
GZA, this is called Ruckus In B Minor
Rae, all those bad times is behind us
Ghost, put that mask on to remind us
Method Man
Let 'em know who's New York's finest
Youngun, I can see your draws
Pull your pants up
Can't even call yourself a man
Until you man up
And if you call yourself a fan
You need to stand up
This ain't a party, it's a jux
Keep your hands up
And I don't care who runs the
City when the summer come
Your summer's done, Wu forever
And we're still number one
Still number one, still number one, one, one
Still number one, still number one
Still number one, one, one
Still number one, still number one
Still number one, one, one
Now I'mma let all you motherfuckers know
Whether you from Brooklyn
Whether you from Manhattan
You from Queens nigga i don't give a fuck
Where you be motherfucker!
My lines is like Peruvian coke
Go ahead and try one
My recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixture
Rainman mathematician, this city slicker
The finest threads cover my frame
The cloths of royalty strive with an army of
Winners and no pretenders
(One) We live free and achieve more
But first we gotta win with no stalemate
The all eye seeing is victorious
Biz to the sound man
Armored trucks, tanks are bulletproof
Been the truth
Loot the track, clear the booth
My thought ready, aim, shoot
My knowledge one twenty proof
Let's tear the roof off
Let's spray, M-A-S T-A
King I Love-Love club, pack stadium rock
I hold the mic snug, split a slug
Black ninja, mask and gloves
Still number one, still number one