Wu-tang Clan - Sound The Horns lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Sadat X)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Intro: Inspectah Deck]</i><br>
Yeah, yeah...<br>
Yeah, yeah...<br>
Let's go...<br>
Yeah, listen...<br>
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<i>[Inspectah Deck]</i><br>
The sound of the horns says it's on<br>
We storm through like C. Thomas, Red Dawn<br>
Step like a don through the city, Deck bonds<br>
I get my hands dirty, Nikes scuffed, sweat pouring<br>
Still I stay fresh with the fly white linen<br>
Duece times 5, that's my type women<br>
Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5 tinted<br>
Brother Deck, what I rep, S.I., dig it?<br>
Fifty cal' flow, get low<br>
Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa<br>
Steady, heavy like the 5-2 Chevy<br>
Niggas ain't ready, I turn out your lights like Teddy<br>
Roll like dice in the casino<br>
Known to spit lava, Heat like DeNiro and Pacino<br>
Manny Festo, Wu-Tang Gambino<br>
Lay it down, then I fly off like the hero<br>
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"Wu-Tang!"<br>
"Wu-Tang!"<br>
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<i>[Sadat X]</i><br>
The Wild Cowboy number one<br>
G-O-D, how you gonna block out the son?<br>
Read my jacket, my achievements stretch like a warning track catch<br>
The in-crazable voice box, I throw you boys rocks<br>
Diamonds and jewels, a holiday, pros that fuck in schools<br>
I'm a tank, I stop panthers, take down stanzas<br>
Sixteen bars, keep the car running<br>
Broads stunting, feed ya self, kill ya self, take the pill<br>
Punks jump up to get beat down<br>
New York the sweet town I sorta, who's on tour?<br>
Who the vile, truth can say, you ain't a slouch<br>
Now Rule local, now I'm B.K. vocal<br>
Right out the X, you can work out your pecs and your back<br>
Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up, NJ'll turn the tune up<br>
I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got<br>
And I ain't down with getting crossed, and I never been the boss<br>
<br>
"Wu-Tang!"<br>
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<i>[U-God]</i><br>
Yo, you're hog-tied, I'm roping them, bitches, I'm gropping them<br>
Open up your veins, cop three bags of Dopium<br>
Super soak these niggas, stroke with the magnum force<br>
Leak it in the streets quick, peep my secret sauce<br>
I keep it gloss, I'm suited up for my franchise<br>
Your coins is tossed, man-handle bad guys<br>
Scramble for my damn prize, crack cans of cold Guinness<br>
I'm like Seabiscuit, I'mma win by a photo finish<br>
Nigga, this ain't tennis, yeah, I ain't bluffing shit<br>
I be the street menace on my David Ruffin shit<br>
Police ain't cuffing shit, claiming I'm a crook<br>
Throw up my middle finger, I'm a hall of famer in my book<br>
Right hook, death jooks, great with my footwork<br>
Bubble through, got the W on my hood shirt<br>
Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes<br>
I'm that superhero with the brand new costume<br>
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"Wu-Tang!"<br>
"Wu-Tang!"<br>
"Wu-Tang!"<br>
"Wu-Tang!"<br>
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