Wu-tang Clan

Wu-tang Clan - UZI (PINKY RING)

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Yo.. yeah

Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin

Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya

Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo

That pinky ring shit yo

It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid

Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic

Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic

The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett

I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered

No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record

Broken down and crafted in seconds

Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered

Better, respect it, bitch believe

I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves

I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe

Fix your weave, behold my expertise

[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan]

I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back

I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back

[Raekwon the Chef]

Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch

We in them authentic alley switchin joints

Major general niggaz, five stars

Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms

Silencers, garbage bags of hash

For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash

Gash you out your burner fast

You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass


[Ghostface Killah]

Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?

Get the fuck away from my door!

We got big guns in here, coke over there

With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair

And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips

Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers

The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin

Big cat nigga all season

On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice

Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU

Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out

Eighteen karat rap between noodles



Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up

I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup

Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip

I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip

Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?

Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin

Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post

Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost

Queen, couldn't even jack Monk

Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk

Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library

Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary"

[Method Man]

John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice

So nice like New York they had to name him twice

Name your price, I black out then change the lights

Give you the same advice that I gave my wife

Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine

Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine

Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got

Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot

[Inspectah Deck]

New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss

Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force

I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check

You crabs test, can't measure the threat

I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah

Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna

Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance

I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then

Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's

My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself

The Noble, Sir I mass mogul

Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals

[Masta Killa]

This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head

I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed

Hit Chef for the rice and peas

Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease

My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic

They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict

Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee

Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see


From dark matter to the big crunch

The vocals came in a bunch without one punch

Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable

Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable

So you compare contrast but don't blast

through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast

Watch the block thirst for one became all

Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall

Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity

The blind couldn't verify the authenticity

The rhyme came from the pressure of heat

Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets


[scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade]

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