Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Them Out Ya Way Pa, artist - Wu-Tang Clan.
Date of issue: 10.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Them Out Ya Way Pa |
Ain’t no shook in 'em, Pyrex pots is hot, fiends is cooking 'em |
Little niggas hugging the block, cops is booking 'em |
Women hugging they purse when they spot the crook in 'em |
Back when little J got shot, pops was whooping 'em |
Little noses dripping with snot, ock, now look at 'em |
The ghetto got a hook in 'em now, drugs, stay pushing 'em |
Used to throwing dirt in these blunts, now, it’s kush in 'em |
Used to tell these chicks to shut up, now, he’s shooshing 'em |
Get cash, get that ass or put a foot in 'em |
Iron Flag, flag that cab, Bedford and Put-e-nam |
There ain’t no puss in 'em, dick, dildo, or gush in 'em |
Niggas still got that juks in 'em |
+ (Raekwon) |
If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa) |
If he drunk and he run his mouth (Get 'em out ya way pa) |
If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa) |
(Get 'em out ya way pa, move, move, move) |
I’m seduced by the chrome, it’s a ruthless poem |
It took a little time to get his juices going |
Producers know him as the kid with the Iron Palm |
Righteous hammer examine the firearm |
Approach or get fired on, permanent chest scar |
Empire Strikes Back, check out the Death Star |
Bless y’all, wet y’all, do the impossible |
Where I’m from we use dum-dums in the arsenal |
Highly sparkable, get stretched off the knuckle check |
Known to scuffle, I take it to the upper deck |
Universal conquest, kung fu buckle vets |
In a dufflebag, max yo, a couple techs |
Give 'em ear hustle, Wu brand we programmed |
Next time we dance, it won’t be a slow jam |
I fear no man, son you get lynched up |
Nigga bitch get Frankenstein stitched up |
Yeah, voice skipping off percussion |
Give it to 'em how they love it, slow flow, deadly, beloved |
All praise the daunting calm yet |
So alarming, without a word being spoken |
A thought with no voice, just a nod and a look |
The contract was took, straight cash, off the books |
A major pawn took a Don, look, he’s armed |
With a few black rooks from the heart of the Crook |
Shook ones look while they hung him on Hercules hooks |
They found his body near a shallow brook, escaped on foot |
Switched the look up, out of state, he got the hook up |
The flipped cake, thought lighter than the feather |
Yet heavier than weight when my mindstate starts to break |
Take cover over RZA instrumental |
I’m damn near invincible, it’s simple |
Tell me, what are they like? |
They got holes in the top, five round holes |
While I was watching, this stranger, hit them |
But his fingers went right through the bone |
So then, they’ve… mastered it |
It’s some style of kung fu, you know it? |
The Skeleton Claw |