| [00:00.809] | Twenty-seven (Yea, yea, yea, yea) |
| [00:03.157] | Wu-Tang (Stapleton, Killarmy) |
| [00:05.174] | Shyheim (T.M.F., Trife the under structure) |
| [00:08.179] | Word (What's the deal, baby?) |
| [00:10.378] | For the one-nine-nine-nine shit's gon' change |
| [00:13.322] | Now it's us in the Range, God's givin us brains |
| [00:15.809] | I play the game, put my heart into it, you stupid? |
| [00:18.414] | I'm a gunner, whenever I got the rock I'll shoot it (BLAOW! BLAOW!) |
| [00:21.413] | The undisputed champion on the M-I-C |
| [00:24.163] | Been Wu-Tang before it became a production company |
| [00:26.680] | Stay fresh like Doug, I run with the thugs |
| [00:29.251] | That'll cut your throat and sell your blood |
| [00:31.690] | Fifty/fifty love around the border |
| [00:33.604] | Should be biddin five to fifteen |
| [00:35.304] | On the Strength for the way I manslaughter |
| [00:37.329] | Rock your girl's boat like the Titanic |
| [00:39.657] | Man, I got more numbers than the Ninex, plus the Bell Atlantic |
| [00:43.020] | More hoes than forty-deuce |
| [00:44.710] | More clothes than twenty cleptos could boost |
| [00:47.460] | I'm not havin it |
| [00:48.374] | I bring it to your label, producer and your management |
| [00:50.988] | Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment |
| [00:53.872] | Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito |
| [00:58.237] | Got your block locked like the Dred, Mike Z and Chino |
| [01:00.852] | You know (What? What?) |
| [01:03.692] | (Tommy Whispers)Look me eye-to-eye and see what you find |
| [01:06.458] | A crime nigga, nine spitter, mind digga, refined |
| [01:08.980] | Power impact, crackin your spine, mankind |
| [01:11.729] | Blow off the surface like landmines in my pasttime |
| [01:14.455] | I saw it all, had plenty broads |
| [01:16.145] | Cut your wig short like Demi Moore |
| [01:18.010] | Ghost, vanished, most mothafuckas don't know I'm half spanish |
| [01:21.517] | Hazardous lyrical tactics, pinned to the matress like canvas |
| [01:24.957] | Get your ass kicked for talkin backwards |
| [01:27.051] | Puffin Backwoods, walkin thru the back of the hood |
| [01:28.987] | No protection, Stapleton section |
| [01:31.575] | Corrupt life, T.M.F. arch style, we rush mic's |
| [01:34.175] | Disarmed for that gold-piece charm |
| [01:35.823] | Red alert, we all alarmed, ready for combat |
| [01:38.189] | No contact, countin backwards ten-to-one |
| [01:40.250] | Now let me launch that, no way you can catch my format |
| [01:43.395] | I'm like the Gingerbread Man, movin on land |
| [01:45.753] | Catch me if you can, I move faster than the average man |
| [01:47.604] | (Shyheim)You only got one life to live |
| [01:49.684] | So all of my children, it's better to give than receive |
| [01:52.722] | Life is short, Days of Our Lives seem to speed |
| [01:55.754] | Still waitin for the day when Clinton legalize weed |
| [01:58.410] | You only got one life to live |
| [02:00.436] | So all of my children, it's better to give than receive |
| [02:03.578] | Life is short, Days of Our Lives seem to speed |
| [02:06.381] | Still waitin for the day when Clinton legalize weed |
| [02:08.900] | (Dom PaChino) It's like gunplay when my darts spray |
| [02:11.105] | Leave you scarred today, mental washed away |
| [02:12.883] | I shoot like Hardaway, your body parts decay |
| [02:14.865] | Slow-lay, too busy lustin the Rol-ay, platinum face |
| [02:18.141] | I snatch you over-arms, I take you out of space |
| [02:19.933] | Take you into my orbit, Terrorist gone corporate |
| [02:22.549] | Choppin tracks into sawdust, son, so you could snort it |
| [02:25.289] | In the conference room, Terrorist Hymn comin soon |
| [02:27.665] | Album cover pitch-black like the sky, without the moon |
| [02:30.283] | To illuminate, in my dome-piece there lies a metal plate |
| [02:33.436] | Titanium, harder than a lock in your gate |
| [02:35.750] | Burglarize your enterprise and have fun with your mate |
| [02:38.387] | Cuz I'm not nasty, when doin my dirt, won't see ya masta me |
| [02:41.413] | Silent Weapons is a classic like Freddy Bassey |
| [02:43.959] | What a word pro, electro, grenade logo |
| [02:46.920] | Forever show how I firmly handle the phono |
| [02:49.508] | Bitches lust me, my plans of wettin the seeds in the mo-mo |
| [02:52.122] | Terrorist relatin to Shy, mi vida loco (I feel the same way) |
| [02:54.978] | (Trife Da God)Yo, yo, yo, yo |
| [02:57.520] | Eh yo, treasury, stackin this paper for Longevity |
| [03:00.588] | The money first, put it in work, that be my pedigree |
| [03:03.083] | Let's take it to higher degree |
| [03:04.804] | Sit back and visualize so our eyes could see |
| [03:07.525] | Black God, we livin hard |
| [03:08.976] | Mugs get scarred, thugs get barred |
| [03:11.084] | Treated like slaves in the yard |
| [03:12.733] | Playin the field, most niggas tell and squeal |
| [03:15.127] | That's why I move for 'self, only me and my steel |
| [03:17.851] | Cuz Shit Iz Real and leary niggas will rat you out |
| [03:21.127] | Get under pressure by the jakes when they smack 'em out |
| [03:23.595] | Gat in they mouth, for talkin, you sleep-walkin |
| [03:26.173] | Can't play the street often, become a victim for extortion |
| [03:29.073] | For your fortune, your bank rose |
| [03:31.153] | Stank hoes, you think I ain't cold? |
| [03:32.857] | Run up in your crib, take everything, even the sink goes |
| [03:35.409] | You sweat like a pink rose |
| [03:36.977] | Can you smell it, when you soft like velvet? |
| [03:39.397] | Catch one up in your helmet, get dealt wit |
| [03:41.529] | On the quick-fast, take you on a great adventure like Six Flags |
| [03:45.106] | Spent every day of my life just tryin to get cash |
| [03:47.792] | So when my shit blasts |
| [03:49.064] | Duck behind buildings for shelter, or you'll get hit fast |
| [03:51.580] | Catch whiplash, fuckin wit Trife, you must've skipped class |
| [03:54.274] | Your bitch-ass didn't take notes, infra-red scope beamin |
| [03:57.486] | I'm tired of dreamin, I wanna hit the big screen and |
| [03:59.996] | But keep an open eye for them cats who stay schemin |
| [04:02.998] | (Irish folk song) |