Wu-Gambinos

[Intro] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wing's the name He works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One-point-five million All right, you get what you want, money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And they're explosive-head bullets, your favorite Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo, that's made of glass, man Get your big Avias off my mom's table, man I felt someone walk over my grave You want to change your mind? Niggas is greedy, man, damn Big ass shits Yo, man, you ain't smokin' no more weed in here, man Chill, man Bobby Steels (Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that) 'Sup, kid? Yo Let's cut the pie five ways Mmm We came off with two mil', kid, fast (Noodles, Rollie Fingers) No doubt, comin' through La Cosa Nostra Johnny Blaze, Lou Diamonds (Represent for my peoples) Tony Starks Universal frontier Original bloodclat bad boys (Check it out) [Chorus: Method Man] Who come to get you, none, they want guns I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it [Verse 1: Method Man] Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty Like my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that ho pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leaking out your faucets, hmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds There's a new sheriff in town holding it down It's the two holster, six-shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath I'm still paying dues and the last one is death Back to the essence with that shit you stressing This rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle, bless my style, criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze [Verse 2: Raekwon] This goes for niggas who know Wu will grow like yayo, lay low Plus cooling in Barbados Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit Stay cool, papa, seen you with enough shit Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up Your niggas act up, what? Blow up they workers if they have to Señoritas fucking up a storm, buyin' gods margaritas Sucking his dick up in the whip long Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas Silks Wally, wear a Figaro chain, yeah Jakes beware of black rap millionaires Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year 1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah [Interlude: Method Man & RZA] Wu roll together as one (Solid gold throne is shinin') I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one (Solid gold, check it, son, yo) [Verse 3: RZA] Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver linings Double-breasted, bulletproof vested, well protected The heart, the rib cage, the chest, and solar plexus Casting stones, cracking two hundred and six bones And watch your ass get thrown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with them poems? The overfiend, light nova beam gleam, show 'em what a soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit? Local biochemical, universal giant, the black general Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happy millennium two thousand Microchips, two shots of penicillin goes up your adrenaline Son, it's time for bouting It's a model you're resembling, the niggas who like following Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and [Verse 4: Masta Killa] God stepping forth upon holy ground of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the master For what lurks is an expert that hurts The individual who tries to visualize under 'Cause I strike like thunder Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respitorial Systems are fractured by the killer tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks, my Clan is hostile, got mad moss for blocks, so Feel the force of impact from the iron side of the gat as I attack the track From the blind side of the pack, Starks, pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfuckin' dome-piece Deceased, laid to rest [Chorus: Method Man] Who come to get you, none, they want guns I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Yo, ayy, yo, I got this under my wing, move, give me room Holding up your saloon, clean sweep like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath Soley on Wu cords y'all heard Genius on Gef So step back to the lab at high velocity My team make hand-to-hand sales, we're like a pharmacy Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo Goodfellas, we know bestsellers become novels The man rocking headbands, silk scarves, and jams Early '80s British Walkers, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that came off with eight million? Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions Them flour-heads must have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid? There's jet money, underground money Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies [Outro] Cosa, Cosa Come on