Dragon Fire

Yo, we got killer Glocks loaded up with killer shots To killer cops playin' the block with killer rocks High-voltage guns that let off kilowatts Big c-lo games that only got killer knots Nothin' but killers in here that'll straight kill your career The bullshit is killin' my ears Kill a red carpet, geared to kill a premiere This is Ghostface Killah, no killa with deer Killer fashion, watch how I kill 'em with rose With the classic Wallabees with the colorful soles My killer actions leave fake killers exposed There's no relaxin' when you see my killers on patrol We got killers on parole that's real ill since Bill Bill That'll fuck around and Kill Bill Born in the killer Stapleton thriller Ghostface Killah, yo, it only get realer Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Once upon a time, we was labeled the murder capital Ear wide velour, FILA suit with the cable Do or die, kill or be killed, streets are murder Ninja mask, killers on bikes, get your man lift Sock on the toe of the Bally for the gearshift Adrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct Trigger finger start to itch, my bad eye twitch Cut from the fabric of the rolly rich These are the rules, got a fam like killers that don't snitch White killers like carbon monoxide when doves cry Masta Killa mic assassin, you all die Slow, I move in silence, you won't hear a peep Killers that'll kill you for real in one heartbeat Slid to get y'all weak, we kill concrete Spin it back and catch the beat, I squeeze mic heat I squeeze mic heat Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! R.a.! The-The-The Rugged Man! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Dummy, wanna fight me? Try me Every record label sucks dick Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got Bob dancin' I'm in the mosh pit at the Rothschild mansion I'm Coleman Austin, Thorburn, John Foreman A livin' baptism in the river of Jordan Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well Black gestapos, white broncos, drop those When the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes Always had the hot flows since a booger snotnose Mama couldn't afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed Fill a stadium, baby Damien I'll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I'll sell a Russian uranium I'm Coretta, sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live I'll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative I am the filthy dirty degenerate representative of Juice Crew Terror to the era terrorists, no they won't protect ya They're throwin' up the bone collector Bullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector I toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status The murder, the madness From Mad Dog Mattis Sing Roll with R.A the dongogan Alongside XX3eme the odd man Rifle spit fire like dragon Quickly send dem to de Lord and Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!) Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!) Food haffi eat, thugs never miss (nah!) We send dem a mark we go reminisce Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness G Rap's known 'cause I'm bad to the bone I kill 'em executioner style I'm Kool G Rap I'm Kool G Rap Poison G ran with the thieves and the bandits Toast click, don't make me leave you in transit Don't even think about seizin' no chances This shit make birds flee from their branches If it ain't cheese where your hands is We gon' leave you like Christopher Reeves in some pampers Don't sneeze, and you panic or breathe when we stand at reach And you gon' bleed on your dandruff Close steel, better hold still They gon' find you with left with no grill like you're roadkill Flashin' lights in the night, not from camera shots Those the type from the ice in the random shops Where the mothers come and candle blocks Bodies rot in abandoned lots Helicopters and the vans is SWAT Cannibalism, scams and plots Vandalism, grams and rocks Stay in the kitchen, handle pots Handle riches, hammer's cocked Man in prison, man forgot Tattooed teardrop and the can pop Don't stop, won't stop Hip hop can't stop Roll with R.A the dongogan Alongside XX3eme the odd man Rifle spit fire like dragon Quickly send dem to de Lord and Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!) Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!) Food haffi eat, thugs never miss (nah!) We send dem a mark we go reminisce Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness