It’s That Wu Shit

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, most of the time, yo, I'm flicked up

Stepping out the crib like I'm sixed up, don't get it mixed up

Even if I'm shaking your hand, I'm still gripped up

With two spots left, yeah, we still bricked up

Trees pine, gleem no seed, young boys feeling they self, they must be on E's

Me? I stay yachted out, boating on oceans

He banging my old chick, and he mad open

Think I smell the goons, they been business since the Tunnel days

Shanks out, they ready to move

Somebody yelled out 'ballin'

In two seconds, lord, they was up on 'em

That boy should of slowed down, baby

Now what he gon' tell his lady

Jaw on the floor, looking all crazy

A lot of vicks been going down in here, lately

[Interlude: Kevin “KC” Cossom]

In 2012, the DJ is still recognized as the crowd controller

The record breaking, keep the bottles popping and all the ass shaking

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

It's that Wu shit, it's that movement

It's the Wu shit in the house

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, should I talk about all the jewels I wore on my neck

While you had to tuck your little shit in out of respect

I'm a don, rebel out of Staten Island projects

I dare ya'll to come in my projects

Leave with no head, no neck

You thought I was Flex, the way I bombed the set

In the hallway, banger house, smelling like cake

Tongueing bitches down, most of them got scraped

Watch how I move the crowd, I'mma make 'em, make 'em clap to this

No shit, no doubt

Two shots of Hennessy, ladies want Goose

Earlier them fronting niggas, now they want a truce

Mami got a bubble in her Jimmy Choo shoe

When I go and kick it, she's a goodie two-shoe?

Yeah, right, daddy got bread

Like J. Holiday, I wanna put you to bed

Tell me your girlfriends, kicks, don't let it go to your head

Walking around in your cheap ass threads

Get away from me, stinky

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

It's that Wu shit, it's that movement

It's the Wu shit in the house

[Verse 3: Method Man]

Yeah, yo, I spit lines from the rubble room

Bottom line, I kick mines, like a mother's womb

I'm, still in my prime, fuck them other dudes

No biting's the rule, but we can eat each other's food

Flash a camera at the all time great

Single handing increase New York's crime rate

That's why I love it in the Empire State

The city where your fat ass can still find weight

But ya'll ain't getting it, the game is different

And in the recession, a lot of veterans is quitting it

Every day I'm living it, your boy got blunts

Fighting after school, a lot of ya'll got jumped

Staten Island, bruh, ratchet under my coat, potato silencer

And we silencing that, just every day challenge us

Check a nigga out of respect, I'm spectacular, this the Massacre