| Song | Show U Love |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Digital Bullet |
| 作词 : Diggs | |
| Heheheheheh, hahahahahahah | |
| So, anything it takes to fight | |
| Hehehehehehehe, hahahahahaha | |
| As the snowflakes start to fall | |
| Bobby thought to himself, can he possibly survive? | |
| Then out of nowhere a stream of energy struck | |
| As he boosted, joined energy wit the | |
| SunThe Seven is shining, and the kids all felt happy! | |
| You are listening to the worlwide | |
| Digital Radio | |
| ShowWhere we play hiphop uncut, unedited | |
| Wit very few commercial interruptions[RZA] | |
| Yeah, Bobby, word | |
| BOODOODOOD | |
| OODOODOOWhy? | |
| Where? Where? | |
| BOODOODOOD | |
| OODOODOOJust | |
| Bobby, yo, | |
| Digi DigiD | |
| OODOODOODO | |
| O, yo, yo.. | |
| We interupt this program to bring you a special bulletin | |
| Bob Digital located inside the hood again | |
| Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox | |
| Smackin this cat in his head for snatchin | |
| ReeboksCut the dreadlocks, son, | |
| I rock the bald | |
| CaeserAllow | |
| God to slip through the shit more easier | |
| Police pulsated that they almost trapped | |
| BobbyNear the staircase outside a 240 lobby | |
| Where you crab niggas want to go, | |
| I've been there | |
| But son just disappeared in thin air | |
| Carry big guns, without bein parried | |
| Yo, Cali niggas say its carried | |
| Yo, don't waste your mind on time, don't chase the blind | |
| Don't eat swine, don't play with loaded 9's | |
| Don't quote weak rhymes | |
| If you approached by a brother in need, give him shine | |
| Show him light, don't get emotional, son, don't fight | |
| Unless it's self-defense, to break the savage backs | |
| So he's crew could be convinced | |
| That any time you cross the line, we snap spines | |
| Split ya melon, down to the rind | |
| You be fucked up, yo.. | |
| From the way | |
| I talk, no tellin what you might hear | |
| BOODOODOOD | |
| OOThe words of wisdom is like a magnet to the ear[Break -RZA] | |
| We've come to + | |
| Show U Love+, son, we've come to show you | |
| Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or | |
| I don't know you | |
| Wu-Tang +Show | |
| U Love+, so let me show you | |
| Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or | |
| I don't know you | |
| I said, we've come to + | |
| Show U Love+, son, so let me show you | |
| Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or | |
| I don't know you[RZA] | |
| Bobby stainless, son, you must be brainless | |
| Drill through ya jugalar vein with my cain-is | |
| Do love your brother, do show kindness | |
| Do speak the truth, deal in refinement | |
| Love God, or there'll be iron flyin at you | |
| From 4 corners of the | |
| Earth, God's eyein at you | |
| A wall full of eyes, makin demons in disguise | |
| There's naked women, walkin sour lemon | |
| Every head, high-pitched bird, fly canary | |
| Body's vary, tck-a-chk, wisdom is secondary | |
| The most necessary, they daze you | |
| And blaze you, faze you out | |
| Wu-Tang razor blade may raise you | |
| Wafflehead cats, you get sent back to | |
| BelgiumDon't have to tell 'em, life taken up, propell 'em1-2-3, | |
| Bobby showed up, ya shit blowed up | |
| Have ODB in the back with the | |
| Mac, son was tote up | |
| Quick to snatch ya wiz, we sport | |
| Polo lenses | |
| Logo organic, herbal fresh, hypoallergenic | |
| You get stabbed by the + | |
| Shaolin Finger | |
| Jab+Then nabbed, hung by ya toe like fresh skin slab[Break - RZA] | |
| Whether Arian, | |
| Rastafarian, | |
| SyrianAfrican, | |
| Black, Humanitarian, | |
| BolivanWe've come to + | |
| Show U Love+, so let me show you | |
| Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or | |
| I don't know you | |
| Wu-Tang will + | |
| Show U Love+, so let me show you | |
| Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or | |
| I don't know you | |
| Don't have to come in this shit and make me blow you | |
| We've come to + | |
| Show U Love+, so let me show you | |
| Yo.. so let me show you | |
| Wu-Tang Killa | |
| Bees, son, what? | |
| We told you | |
| We've come to + | |
| Show U Love+, so let me show you | |
| Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or | |
| I don't know you | |
| Wu-Tang Killa | |
| Bees, son, what? | |
| Don't make me blow you | |
| Come to +Show | |
| U Love+, so let me show you[RZA] | |
| You might get splat by the black gat | |
| Pssh.. Head split.. jigged up by the ice pick! |
| zuò cí : Diggs | |
| Heheheheheh, hahahahahahah | |
| So, anything it takes to fight | |
| Hehehehehehehe, hahahahahaha | |
| As the snowflakes start to fall | |
| Bobby thought to himself, can he possibly survive? | |
| Then out of nowhere a stream of energy struck | |
| As he boosted, joined energy wit the | |
| SunThe Seven is shining, and the kids all felt happy! | |
| You are listening to the worlwide | |
| Digital Radio | |
| ShowWhere we play hiphop uncut, unedited | |
| Wit very few commercial interruptions RZA | |
| Yeah, Bobby, word | |
| BOODOODOOD | |
| OODOODOOWhy? | |
| Where? Where? | |
| BOODOODOOD | |
| OODOODOOJust | |
| Bobby, yo, | |
| Digi DigiD | |
| OODOODOODO | |
| O, yo, yo.. | |
| We interupt this program to bring you a special bulletin | |
| Bob Digital located inside the hood again | |
| Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox | |
| Smackin this cat in his head for snatchin | |
| ReeboksCut the dreadlocks, son, | |
| I rock the bald | |
| CaeserAllow | |
| God to slip through the shit more easier | |
| Police pulsated that they almost trapped | |
| BobbyNear the staircase outside a 240 lobby | |
| Where you crab niggas want to go, | |
| I' ve been there | |
| But son just disappeared in thin air | |
| Carry big guns, without bein parried | |
| Yo, Cali niggas say its carried | |
| Yo, don' t waste your mind on time, don' t chase the blind | |
| Don' t eat swine, don' t play with loaded 9' s | |
| Don' t quote weak rhymes | |
| If you approached by a brother in need, give him shine | |
| Show him light, don' t get emotional, son, don' t fight | |
| Unless it' s selfdefense, to break the savage backs | |
| So he' s crew could be convinced | |
| That any time you cross the line, we snap spines | |
| Split ya melon, down to the rind | |
| You be fucked up, yo.. | |
| From the way | |
| I talk, no tellin what you might hear | |
| BOODOODOOD | |
| OOThe words of wisdom is like a magnet to the ear Break RZA | |
| We' ve come to | |
| Show U Love, son, we' ve come to show you | |
| Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or | |
| I don' t know you | |
| WuTang Show | |
| U Love, so let me show you | |
| Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or | |
| I don' t know you | |
| I said, we' ve come to | |
| Show U Love, son, so let me show you | |
| Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or | |
| I don' t know you RZA | |
| Bobby stainless, son, you must be brainless | |
| Drill through ya jugalar vein with my cainis | |
| Do love your brother, do show kindness | |
| Do speak the truth, deal in refinement | |
| Love God, or there' ll be iron flyin at you | |
| From 4 corners of the | |
| Earth, God' s eyein at you | |
| A wall full of eyes, makin demons in disguise | |
| There' s naked women, walkin sour lemon | |
| Every head, highpitched bird, fly canary | |
| Body' s vary, tckachk, wisdom is secondary | |
| The most necessary, they daze you | |
| And blaze you, faze you out | |
| WuTang razor blade may raise you | |
| Wafflehead cats, you get sent back to | |
| BelgiumDon' t have to tell ' em, life taken up, propell ' em123, | |
| Bobby showed up, ya shit blowed up | |
| Have ODB in the back with the | |
| Mac, son was tote up | |
| Quick to snatch ya wiz, we sport | |
| Polo lenses | |
| Logo organic, herbal fresh, hypoallergenic | |
| You get stabbed by the | |
| Shaolin Finger | |
| Jab Then nabbed, hung by ya toe like fresh skin slab Break RZA | |
| Whether Arian, | |
| Rastafarian, | |
| SyrianAfrican, | |
| Black, Humanitarian, | |
| BolivanWe' ve come to | |
| Show U Love, so let me show you | |
| Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or | |
| I don' t know you | |
| WuTang will | |
| Show U Love, so let me show you | |
| Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or | |
| I don' t know you | |
| Don' t have to come in this shit and make me blow you | |
| We' ve come to | |
| Show U Love, so let me show you | |
| Yo.. so let me show you | |
| WuTang Killa | |
| Bees, son, what? | |
| We told you | |
| We' ve come to | |
| Show U Love, so let me show you | |
| Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or | |
| I don' t know you | |
| WuTang Killa | |
| Bees, son, what? | |
| Don' t make me blow you | |
| Come to Show | |
| U Love, so let me show you RZA | |
| You might get splat by the black gat | |
| Pssh.. Head split.. jigged up by the ice pick! |