careful (click, click)

wait

hold up

chill

what's that son?

damn. nigga got fucked

shit

huh?!

by his back

watch nigga run

seven the center of your eight point sun

hold tight grip on the +god-u.now+ you best be careful!

can't dodge two aimed at your domepiece

+father-u-c-king+ police!

somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum

somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum

yo rae it's been a long time son since we bust

gunclap +glaciers+

ran the world and snatched paper

return to the 36th chamber

proceed with caution as you enter

we have an a.p.b. on an mc killer

looks like the work of a masta!

yo somethin in the street went

bang bang

makin it hard for you to do your thang thang

somethin in the street went

bang bang. up in the boss game wildin

money for grabs

i ain't fuckin with crabs

out of state copped two labs

hopped two cabs

back on the ave. stab you with the vocab

catch me at the big dough rehab

tryin to re-up

keep my feet up

snake niggaz in the cut

hold the product

time is up

no luck

heat start to bust

niggaz you can't trust

dealin with lust

seen him at the ballgames with james

somethin in the street went

bang bang

makin it hard for you to do your thang thang

somethin in the street went

bang bang

makin it hard for you to do your thang thang

somethin in the hole went {click click}

the boxcutter went {click click}

somethin in the hole went {click click}

the boxcutter went {click click}

these are the bones

bones from the grave of houdini

g-deini

razoni noodles sprinkled on your embry'

climb like the deficit

profits

death threats

to israel slid through bethlehem bong on one wheel

syringes

rubber bands

needles

the 60's

granddaddy caddy was coppin 6 g's

begosh all that oshkosh jumpers

pink champelle

brown paper bags

wall to wall bumpers

these camera guys

cause

turn your eyes

sweat on the hammer fly

ways

of the samurai

newsflash bulletin

gods on the prowl

we full again

ruff men scuff timbs

sonic bionic lens

rza console

is it bush or the dole

front row of the superbowl

black gold in my soul

on a hoe stroll

don't go boy you on parole you don't know?

someone in the back went

clack clack

money is stacked

now bust your gun

clack clack

someone in the back went

clack clack

money is stacked

now bust your gun

clack clack

made 'em throw they hands up

but then lay flat

rat pack eat up

the average alley cat

prepare for the impact when we contact

known to drop backs that crack your hard hat

must i show and prove

trust i

bust i

make your head spin like chrome 20's on the buggy-i benz

who contends

wu like the superfriends

who's your rhymin hero? wu-tang rules again

someone in the back went

clack clack

money is stacked

now bust your gun

clack clack

someone in the back went

clack clack

money is stacked

now bust your gun

clack clack

yo somethin in the street went

bang bang

makin it hard for you to do your thang thang

somethin in the street went

bang bang. somethin in the hole went {click click}

the boxcutter went {click click}

somethin in the hole went {click click}

the boxcutter went {click click}

somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum

somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum