BROOKLYN ZOO

BROOKLYN ZOO - Gots Like Come On Through lyrics

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(feat. Buddah Monk)

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...

Minds start to freeze, believe

It's the Wu-Tang, Killa Bees (Brooklyn Zoo)

Truths, Coming at your avenue

36 chambers that are fitted in you

When you thought it couldn't happen

We gonna take you to a new level, of hip-hop

Wu, Gots like come on through

Su, That's the call of the Wu

Zu, Gots like come on through

Su, That's the call for the Zu

If your from the east coast and

you're down with Brooklyn Zu

Su, That's the call for your crew

If your from the west coast and

you're down with Brooklyn Zu

Su, That's the call for your crew

Now call me heat miser blue in my top, you're not wiser

The lyrical rhymer, I burn that ass like lava

Magma, plus you can't bust my crust

They call me road runner, I leave that ass in the dust

I give the heat from beneath the Earth's core

Six million and fifty degrees, maybe more

Overground mounds, metallic minerals

I melt flesh, leaving mother fuckers in the mess

My crustal plate, you can't separate

My collosal force, BLAST, you're off course

Riding molten rock, I can flow non-stop

Condense with sea water, watch me spin like a top

For miles and miles deep, you can't endure the heat

Be the first to run, or the last nigga sleep

I saw with the glasses, thick like molasses

Now I breathe and exhale the poison gasses

Wu, Gots like come on through

Su, That's the call of the Wu

Zu, Gots like come on through

Su, That's the call for the Zu

Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist

Got the punk for your mind leaving niggas in bliss

I look deep into your eyes, deeper than your soul

Pulling out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold

I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink

And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking

I send your wack ass back to class, learn something

So you can peep the real shit, and you can stop fronting

On your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip

When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your lips

Hey son, I just thought about that shit

And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the dick

The Drunken Dragon, coming at you

And if I hear you say Brooklyn Zu, I say "Yo, who you?" cuz

Wu, Gots like come on through

Su, That's the call for the Wu

Zu, Gots like come on through

Su, That's the call for the Wu

Back the fuck up before I use my gat

Spray two to your mat, and four to your back

It's the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina

Look on my face it shows, no one meaner

Brooklyn Zu Killa Bees on the swarm

I be in your area so sound the alarm

Monks in the front know not to fuck with drunk

Knocking down niggas, and the girl sees the lump

Shit is real, yes I'm hitting hard like steel

I'm coming through your town so it's best that you peel

For real, yes I get dirty with my skill

No snags in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up

Niggas, your crazy, I leave no fucking traces

When I put it on that ass you'll be desintegrated

Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick

Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick

Your hit, by this trife shit that I fix

I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, cuz

Wu, Gots like come on through

Su, That's the call for the Wu

Zu, Gots like come on through

Su, That's the call for the Wu

If your from the east coast and

you're down with Brooklyn Zu

Su, That's the call for your crew

If your from the west coast and

you're down with Brooklyn Zu

Su, That's the call for your crew

Yeah, 1 2

Yeah, 170 New York Ave.

Ha ha ha

Peace to my brothers

And my nigga wack

Yo I love you niggas

My little nephew

Peace to my steez

Peace to my Earth

Do that shit nigga

Do that shit nigga

There's too many tables

for you to fuck with me

Keep it real

mother fucker, pack steel

Don't fuck with me

Keep it real out there yo

Check it, it's the Ol' Dirty

Bastard, I love you nigga

I love you

It's gonna happen boy

Just watch for my shit

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