Wu-tang ClanShaolin Worldwide

Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect Yo, yo Never doubt the life Yo Who the fuck are you to criticize me Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta' ya' wifey Yo, respect, that's my word Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen All my life I've been poverty stricken Always took what's mines, never was given A second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin' Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position Street jurisdictions, nigga, no restriction Concrete composition for emcee's in submission Special edition crash course mission Push through like the task force and crush all competition See you from a distance, dry snitchin', whisperin' Greet your man posted up like two little bitches When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches Or find yourself with Del, sleepin' with the fishes I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted I get lifted, I just shoot somethin' from hot biscuit These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district Leave no finger prints and no survivin' witness Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the other side Shaolin worldwide Street Life, Homicide, nowhere to run to [Chorus:] Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese kitana Ninja coma, piranhas crack teeth on my armor Scandalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin' a revolver in my parker Bombin' unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder Fear the bow of the silent archer Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter Poison darter, news photographers document the horror While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar Your highness, the crowd holla Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma Crowd sponsor, hotter than Bahama steam saunas The Rebel of opera, popped off the chocolate and the gosha Monster truck crush you impostors Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the other side Shaolin worldwide I.N.S., Homicide, nowhere to run to [Chorus] I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential Overlooked cuz y'all can't understand what I been thru You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to Actin' like the street, they ain't got no street credentials Crack villains, raps be killin' instrumentals The caps pealin' and slap a feelin' out ya dental Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials Up shits creek lookin' for some more shit to get into Got the clan jewels as I continue To serve you everythin' on that's on the menu With chef John Jacob, remember sons Of man told you wake up My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me The jedi, only use the force if ya force me Shaolin what Don't get it fucked up and cross me Rappers gettin' stuck for actin' stuck up and flossy Say it ain't so! Bust the callico Rap from the island called Stat', here we go Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the other side Shaolin worldwide Method Man, Homicide, nowhere to run to [Chorus] Wantin' respect, wantin' respect Who's the knucklehead wantin respect Wantin' respect, wantin' respect Wantin respect, sharpest niggas in the ...
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