Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Show U Love, artist - RZA. Album song Digital Bullet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.08.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: In The Paint
Song language: English
Show U Love |
Heheheheheh, hahahahahahah |
So, anything it takes to fight |
Hehehehehehehe, hahahahahaha |
As the snowflakes start to fall |
Bobby thought to himself, can he possibly survive? |
Then out of nowhere a stream of energy struck |
As he boosted, joined energy wit the Sun |
The Seven is shining, and the kids all felt happy! |
You are listening to the worlwide Digital Radio Show |
Where we play hiphop uncut, unedited |
Wit very few commercial interruptions |
Yeah, Bobby, word |
BOODOODOODOODOODOO |
Why? |
Where? |
Where? |
BOODOODOODOODOODOO |
Just Bobby, yo, Digi Digi |
DOODOODOODOO, yo, yo. |
We interupt this program to bring you a special bulletin |
Bob Digital located inside the hood again |
Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox |
Smackin this cat in his head for snatchin Reeboks |
Cut the dreadlocks, son, now rock the bald Caesar |
Allow God to slip through the shit more easier |
Police pulsated that they almost trapped Bobby |
Near the staircase outside a 240 lobby |
But son just disappeared in thin air |
Where you crab niggas want to go, I’ve been there |
Carry big guns, without bein parried |
Yo, Cali niggas say its carried |
Yo, don’t waste your mind on time, don’t chase the blind |
Don’t eat swine, don’t play with loaded 9's |
Don’t quote weak rhymes |
If you approached by a brother in need, give him shine |
Show him light, don’t get emotional, son, don’t fight |
Unless it’s self-defense, to break the savage backs |
So he’s crew could be convinced |
That any time you cross the line, we snap spines |
Split ya melon, down to the rind |
You be fucked up, yo. |
From the way I talk, no tellin what you might hear |
BOODOODOODOO |
The words of wisdom is like a magnet to the ear |
We’ve come to +Show U Love+, son, we’ve come to show you |
Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don’t know you |
Wu-Tang +Show U Love+, so let me show you |
Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don’t know you |
I said, we’ve come to +Show U Love+, son, so let me show you |
Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don’t know you |
Bobby stainless, son, you must be brainless |
Drill through ya jugular vein with my canis |
Do love your brother, son, do show kindness |
Do speak the truth, deal in refinement |
Love God, or there’ll be iron flyin at you |
From 4 corners of the Earth, God’s eyein at you |
A wall full of eyes, makin demons in disguise |
As naked women, walkin sour lemon |
Every head, high-pitched bird, fly canary |
Body’s vary, tck-a-chk, wisdom is secondary |
The most necessary, they daze you |
And blaze you, faze you out |
Wu-Tang razor blade may raise you |
Wafflehead cats, you get sent back to Belgium |
Don’t have to tell 'em, like Taking of the Pelham |
1−2-3, Bobby showed up, ya shit blowed up |
Have ODB in the back with the Mac, son was tote up |
Quick to snatch ya wiz, we sport Polo lenses |
Logo organic, herbal fresh, hypoallergenic |
You get stabbed by the +Shaolin Finger Jab+ |
Then nabbed, hung by ya toe like fresh skin slab |
Whether Aryan, Rastafarian, Syrian |
African, Black, Humanitarian, Bolivian |
We’ve come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you |
Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don’t know you |
Wu-Tang will +Show U Love+, so let me show you |
Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don’t know you |
Don’t have to come in this shit and make me blow you |
We’ve come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you |
Yo. |
so let me show you |
Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? |
We told you |
We’ve come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you |
Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don’t know you |
Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? |
Don’t make me blow you |
Come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you |
You might get splat by the black gat |
Pssh. |
Head split. |
jigged up by the ice pick! |