[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the f*** now?
Flipmode Wu-Tang s***, what the f*** now?
Yeah yeah yeah..
Historical and monumental s***
What the f*** now? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight smack a n**** right in the face like this was handball
Or make a mural out his face up on a d*** wall
n***** play hard and s***; if you know what's best for you
y'all n***** better safeguard your s***
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
f*** with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
Street n***** now the corporate boss
Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss
And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my s*** bomb
Your whole show wack and I'ma cancel your sitcom
f*** a n**** broad 'til she tired and real calm
You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your b**** arm
The way we blow s*** is a shame
Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne
Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of n*****
Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW!
[Raekwon the Chef]
Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white b******
Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous
Emperor of warlords, big gun only f*** with sawed-offs
That's my specialty, more to bust
Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord
I a***yze your work those that got merked were not established
Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry
S-5, blowin through Asbury
Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand
Them them n*****, robbin from Pinkhouse's
Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers
God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand
See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses
Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo
Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him
[GZA]
Move up the block, giant box blast my song
Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on
Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias
Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris
I zoom in, while the listeners tune in
Some a**umin they paid dues and joined the union
Lost n**** couldn't rumble in this wild jungle
Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble
Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed
He produce at unattainable rains of top speed
This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant
was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments
Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise
Starlight scope, with the night vision device
Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice
Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice
[*GUNBLAST*]
Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the f*** now?
Flipmode Wu-Tang s***, what the f*** now?
Yeah yeah yeah..
Historical and monumental s***
What the f*** now? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight smack a n**** right in the face like this was handball
Or make a mural out his face up on a d*** wall
n***** play hard and s***; if you know what's best for you
y'all n***** better safeguard your s***
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
f*** with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
Street n***** now the corporate boss
Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss
And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my s*** bomb
Your whole show wack and I'ma cancel your sitcom
f*** a n**** broad 'til she tired and real calm
You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your b**** arm
The way we blow s*** is a shame
Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne
Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of n*****
Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW!
[Raekwon the Chef]
Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white b******
Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous
Emperor of warlords, big gun only f*** with sawed-offs
That's my specialty, more to bust
Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord
I a***yze your work those that got merked were not established
Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry
S-5, blowin through Asbury
Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand
Them them n*****, robbin from Pinkhouse's
Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers
God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand
See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses
Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo
Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him
[GZA]
Move up the block, giant box blast my song
Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on
Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias
Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris
I zoom in, while the listeners tune in
Some a**umin they paid dues and joined the union
Lost n**** couldn't rumble in this wild jungle
Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble
Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed
He produce at unattainable rains of top speed
This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant
was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments
Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise
Starlight scope, with the night vision device
Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice
Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice
[*GUNBLAST*]