Wu-tang Clan

Wu-tang Clan - No Game Around Here

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[Intro: Hell Razah]

Uh, chea, bang 'em up, Bang Bang

Hell Razah, touch these niggas' heart, Bang

[Suga Bang Bang:]

I don't think you really wanna come around here

None of my homies play that game around here

Eyeing before the day break out

Quick to take it to the streets, and get it on

Anywhere, I don't care, you know my barrier

This is how we do things, shoot 'em up, bang bang

Young desperado, know it be Apollo

Tell your boys get low, pimping ain't easy

Ya'll get up off me, mmm-hmm

[Hell Razah:]

We getting rich like a spaceship, we love AK clips

Give ease to the Playboy chicks

You can't blow when you hate on men, sit back, wait on men

With fork tongue snaking they friends

In the hood, it's against all odds, you spit 16 bars

Fast money and them luxury cars

I was formed in the image of God, not material

Still stay strapped with the scratched off serial

Black Sinatra, with a pocket full of miracle

Yeah I got ears, and I still ain't feeling you

Back with the hood on smash, rock a gold Ghetto Government mask

And a Dead President to match

[Killah Priest:]

The Devil's diary, I left fingerprints on the prince

The Joker, laughing Two-Faces and walk with a limp

My holster, under my armpit, millenium garments

Arabic fabrics, while smoking up the bones of Mohammed

Blowing out the smoke of opression, holding my weapon

Hairs came from the robe of a peasant, touch my heart

Priest see white bodies in the dark, soon as my ink touch my King Tut

Between us is the pen, I write gems, the viking, see my white wings

My sword of blind justice, I love my nine brothers

[Tash Mahogany:]

Third rail, cut the power, we got a problem

Is this chick Mahogany, a little livewire?

I tend the wildfire, I cause a jaw wired

On any MC who staying up and act tired

I got alotta G's in my mob, I got alotta cheese and a job

Niggas think they leave and I slob, til they see me leave in a Saab

Zoom 22's out the drive, Grand Theft Auto kinda live

You oughta move aside, hit me on my Motorola Sky

My, jeepers, creepers, I bang out the speakers

I glide through the mic like the late season sneakers

Then run that back like lampers and sneakers

I shut down MC's from the court to the bleachers

With more butter, I got some more butter bangers

I have the game chipped like mommy dearest with some hangers

Y'all Crank Yankers, you didn't know that I was dangerous

MC's don't be discouraged, come again, don't be a stranger

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