Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song People Say, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Song language: English
People Say |
| But still, if one of their men is so ferocious |
| Don’t worry about it |
| A disciple |
| I’m well aware my kung-fu is unbeatable |
| Brother, we’re trapped |
| That’s when my heart turned cold |
| I’m a product of the block |
| We used to cook the product in the pot |
| Add soda, turn the product into rock |
| It’s in my DNA, you see it started with my pops |
| In his heyday he probably put your father in a box |
| In my heyday, I probably put the product in my sock |
| Ain’t no vacay, the props become a problem when it’s hot |
| Mayday mayday, but no charge, I’m nutty with the bars |
| That’s a payday so bruh, this ain’t even a bar |
| This is AA, back up in the trunk with the AK |
| Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J |
| Nah, see I don’t dab and I don’t nae nae |
| Got bottles coming out, warriors come out and play-ayy |
| Just know I’m Grade A, get a slice of bread |
| Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead |
| Okay, my goon’s hungry, his eyes is red |
| But he clumsy, go oops upside your head |
| We had 'dro and po', suckers |
| Range Rovers flood up the Rucker |
| Me, a thousand chains on, I got put on well up |
| Evergreen baggies, selling capsules, running in classrooms |
| Slick bastards get cream, yelling 'Cash rule!' |
| Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather |
| Hold a MAC 1-O, pumpin' up in 1 Oak, the Grammy hour |
| Coke chemists taste the flow, it’s numb, needs copper rum |
| Blunting off the get back, salute me then one, I’m out |
| Off to the races, my blazers ain’t patient |
| They want to spray shit, get elephant blown for stalking Rae shit |
| Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section like I’m on Vicodin |
| Fuck with the righteous men, and we fighting 'em |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here |
| Metals and gear, getting fried off the medical, that’s incredible |
| The flyest, the most notorious while they tapping those liars |
| Off niggas heads like papayas |
| Before I poly, Red lighting the Bob Marley |
| So I can cipher God bodies from the John Gotti’s |
| Everybody a boss, saying they time’s money |
| Women injections, leave 'em with odd bodies |
| Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy |
| Robbin' old ladies, that’s a product of no home training |
| I show you the ropes, I’m narrating Al Haymon |
| I told Lighty, if I hate him, I’ma violate him |
| I’m not a shooter but I know shooters |
| And if them shooters don’t shoot up, I’ll go suit up |
| Redman and the W, it’s televised |
| We ain’t them niggas, media telling hella lies (Fuck you!) |
| This a campfire of a vampire |
| I don’t sleep when hot beats through the amplifier |
| And every nigga got something to say |
| I’m like, 'Yeah okay, y’all corny anyway, Doc |
| People say |
| Love is just a energy |
| Dealing with the claim baby |
| (Oh baby) |
| My-my-my team hard, making 'em lean hard |
| You see more riders lined up than you’ll see at a theme park |
| My queen hot, making the scene pop, routine, akh |
| Online gangstas, I’m giving them screenshots |
| Hard writing lyrics to God, right? |
| Twisting the tale, sick as hell, Christian Bale from The Dark Knight |
| On sight, fogging your fog lights, your dog’s like |
| Swayze at the Road House, down for the bar fight |
| Like this, like an IG pic |
| Before the Seahawks' 24, Lord, I been on that beast shit |
| Pussy, you wack, something like a cheap trick |
| Mike in the Billie Jean vid, I got the streets lit |
| Shining star, find another, you gon' find it hard |
| Certain death, Deck’ll walk off with minor scars |
| Firing squad, defying the odds |
| And the flow solitary, just me behind the bars |
| Sparks up the bullet-proof, game face intensity |
| Applying ingenuity, Tec criminology |
| Sharp mathematically |
| Certified, recognized by every eye worldwide |
| Back to the streets of the do or die hustler |
| I understand politics, consistent, never quit, superstar, I write hits |
| Come have a listen y’all |
| Getting money, flipping it |
| Scripting it, record it, fans then applaud it |
| Ship a hundred mil', they bought and took a snort of it |
| Quotes like heroin coke mixed with dope |
| Have a overdose cardiac, Allah spin the beat back |
| Watch the magnetic attract 'em, club pack 'em |
| They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I’m attacking 'em |
| People say |
| Love is just a energy |
| Dealing with the claim baby |
| (Oh baby) |