Wu-Tang Clan Feat. Dexter Wiggle - Unpredictable lyrics

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Plush whips and rollies, ice chains and stogies

No bitch could hold me in this Thug World

I hold it with the bolo grip, solo control the strip

Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over with

So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles bare

Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like tupperware

The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your mouth

Polly with the wild life, cannibal out

Give this five course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette

Or with the mask on, peelin' the tech

Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep

Annamette with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette

Scoop me downtown, cop the brown and back to the bids

Twist a blunt in front of Jake and still mash on the strip

Face sick with the rap shit, stackin' them chips

In the pits, stick shit, cats packin' them grips

Bad bitch with the black six, after my dick

She like, this your pussy and she smash my click

Not a fake, not a fraud, see my name on the wall

Niggaz straight, like an inmate, tryin' make the board

Snake waitin', dudes came for sure, I lay law

Stay raw, 'cause a 'Massacre' with no 'Chainsaw'

Half y'all talk about it but you don't want war

See my wolves eat the bones and we still want more

We be foamin' at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eatin'

So without reason, pounds are squeezin'

The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and cream

Bitches ride like the Scream Machine

For a taste of it, the chick strip, clean out the jeans

Next thing she was smugglin' coke between the seams

If real niggaz is listenin', the life we livin' is wrong

(Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable, witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable)

Back for transitions, to save us from harm

We in the race for time, so we won't lose our mind

But if we run the race like a thug

We would lose that mind that we made of

You kept the weapon concealed

Like a magician's secret dollar bill

Liable to pull a knife from out of his heel

Snatch the sword from the rock with one hand

One finger, bzz, turn ya body to sand

You'll be hopin' you'd be Spidey, to get away from this

You be hopin', you be whitey when the judge get pissed

One man, can't uplift the land

Like Method Man standin' on the hands of fans

See the Captain and Lieutenants, true descendant

Splendid, unprecedented, hip hop vintage

Started from the park benches, before the narcs could snitch us

He was God Cypher Divine, tryin' to spark the whizzes

If real niggaz is listenin', the life we livin' is wrong

Back for transitions, to save us from harm

We in the race for time, so we won't lose our mind

(Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable)

But if we run the race like a thug

We would lose that mind that we made of