Wu-Gambinos (Hidden Chamber Remix)

[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 their 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 206 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 RZArectah come to pay your ass a visit?

Local biochemical, universal giant, the black general

Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial

Happy millennium 2000

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 Masta

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 Killa tactics

Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged

Enter the entity, my vicinity

Is 360 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, ayo, 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 out of 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

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