Wu-tang Clan

Wu-tang Clan - THE MONUMENT

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[Busta Rhymes]

Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?

Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now?

Yeah yeah yeah..

Historical and monumental shit

What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah

Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball

Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall

Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what's best for you

y'all niggaz better safeguard your shit

Even though we rep brass knuckle rap

Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap

Street niggaz now the corporate boss

Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss

And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb

Your whole show wack and I'ma cancel your sitcom

Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired and real calm

You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm

The way we blow SHIT is a shame

Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne

Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz

Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW!

[Raekwon the Chef]

Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches

Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous

Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs

That's my specialty, more to bust

Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord

I analyze your work those that got merked were not established

Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry

S-5, blowin through Asbury

Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand

Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse's

Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers

God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand

See the color of the carved out Wu emblem

Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses

Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo

Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him


Move up the block, giant box blast my song

Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on

Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias

Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris

I zoom in, while the listeners tune in

Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union

Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle

Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble

Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed

He produce at unattainable rains of top speed

This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant

was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments

Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise

Starlight scope, with the night vision device

Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice

Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice


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