You never, never sing
Say, yeah! Come on ya!(x4)
Here I am, here I am (Where you at?)
I be the ruff cat with a back and the knapsack
Taking all the shorties out with my wicked flow
Wu Tang on the go, never slow, time to blow
Up, so wuzz up? You better duck or get buck
Live cool shortie who don't give a flying fuck
So what's up sonie? Now let me through the Kay
The little rascal with a fade and rugged boxs braise
So a born terror, a.k.a a rugged child
Niggas on my tip so hard I need a lifestyle
But I get silky, go for you like milk gee
Brothers sun on wack on waxs like Milli Vanilli
Uhh! You know! I've got the style with the flavor
When I stick you up you need more then life savers
If I rob a bank can't forget to be swip
And if he runs his lip,  that ass will be his
Say, yeah! Come on ya(x4)
I'm the jam, I slam
Cause I am the man, hut damn!
I swing more beats than tarzan
I'm a rascal, bad little bastard
Brothers try to gas it but yo I'm not having it
Chump try to play me by they trees a company
What's up money grip
Whats your problem, why your bumpin' me
What you want beef?
Yo she dearload the tec-nine
Get the bag full of shells cause I'ma get mom's boy
I'm a joker and ain't just a little tree
Cause I row deep with rascal and G P
Kidnapped your girl, don't worry I won't hurt her
But then you try to save her
with the old black super sworda'
You got srayed your girl got the pinnie-ray
Then she got slayed in an old owl sex compays
So who are you to try to play lice smooth?
You ain't cool. That's why we set it of in no'
Now what you gonna do?
It's a Wu thang. You wouldn't understand
It's a Wu-tang thang. My man! It's a Wu thang
You wouldn't understand. It's a Wu-tang thang
My man. Plus it,
I'm slick thats why you swat my deals nigga
Well here's a little trick when I flip the bit
Ahh shit!
I hip with the hop that's why I rock nonstop
You say five is lot, but I roll a drip drop
Like E Solo, I'd be the spell bound, let a man down
Here I am, here I am, here I am
L double E, you can't F U C K with Emmy
So get through your fucking head gee
(Right now it is in the house) Plus my styles
She's is back and fourth from New York
Back the town stuff
Let it rain in the park as I start the spark
They're kickin' the fly rhymes
And have you blowin' in the dark
Yo, punk ass
Say, yeah! Come on ya!(x4)