Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clans & Cliks , by - Sean Price. Release date: 07.08.2017
Song language: English
Clans & Cliks |
| Shame on a nigga that try to run game |
| Get a hollow point rooted in your brain, Wu-Tang, nigga |
| One nation for the people, ain’t nobody equal |
| We the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, nigga |
| This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history |
| The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, nigga |
| Magnum Force on the Last Stand, the world is in my hands |
| Basic training’s over, time to war |
| Ayo the rap nigga got a shotgun in his hand |
| Let off, the wheelchair nigga got up and ran |
| Died with his man, shot up the cameras, hopped in the van |
| Vanished, but son will come back tomorrow and blam |
| Rock is a damn animal, monster |
| Bigfoot, I will sasquatch ya to Godzilla, take a quick look |
| Brownsville crook, get bright with the beam |
| Take your french vanilla, butter pecan, ya ice and your cream |
| Monsta Rockness with my nigga Hot Nix |
| Flow like a pound of loud how we got the spot lit |
| See that white light flash right before I hit you |
| I should’ve just rocked pinstripes with the whistle, I’m so official |
| I’m so forreal, so physically ill |
| Sickness, no cure, no prescription or pill |
| Can’t stop the head crack, this is two 5's and a 6 |
| Wu-Camp Clik, you know my niggas do that shit, do that shit |
| Shame on a nigga that try to run game |
| Get a hollow point rooted in your brain, Wu-Tang, nigga |
| One nation for the people, ain’t nobody equal |
| We the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, nigga |
| This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history |
| The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, nigga |
| Magnum Force on the Last Stand, the world is in my hands |
| Basic training’s over, time to war |
| It’s only natural, actual facts are thrown at you |
| Impact’ll blow trees back and crack statues |
| One thing’s for sure, two things for certain |
| Gun game is raw, I do things in person |
| Face my fears, fears embraced make this clear |
| That ain’t fear no man except God, you hear? |
| P, now back to my typical verse |
| Murder, death, kill, Brownsville, don’t get hurt, P |
| Chief hard bars |
| Bullet to your brain frame is beef tartare |
| Bloody and gun hungry, fallin' back with the war tower |
| Studyin' 120, call me back at the god hour |
| Knowledge my wisdom |
| See me with Bernadette, you best acknowledge my wisdom |
| I got three kids and claim two on taxes |
| Popped three wigs and made two closed caskets, Wu-Tang |
| Shame on a nigga that try to run game |
| Get a hollow point rooted in your brain, Wu-Tang, nigga |
| One nation for the people, ain’t nobody equal |
| We the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, nigga |
| This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history |
| The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, nigga |
| Magnum Force on the Last Stand, the world is in my hands |
| Basic training’s over, time to war |
| This for diamond rockers, ice lit, known to take off in choppers |
| Motorcycle gloves on, drugs in the Benz poppers |
| Hood caviar, been savvy, God, Harry Winston bangles |
| Flooded with 40 karats of Pringles |
| A vet rhymer, fly as a jetliner |
| Look at the wall, mad pictures of my team, I regret grindin' |
| Brick paper, flip paper, known to just vic paper |
| Yo slide off and rewind the time |
| Should the crumbs peep and my niggas we eatin' |
| This the movie makin' |
| Buy big jewels, fuck with the dimes |
| Oven roast one of y’all post and tryna be the most |
| You not real, you fuck around and get lined |
| This is facts, either you winnin', god, or gettin' taxed |
| Givin' zippers, chest cave niggas and give 'em that |
| Meet the fly Jameson boys, 10 to 12 toys |
| Meet the voices, buy your bitch oysters and blow her back out |
| Shame on a nigga that try to run game |
| Get a hollow point rooted in your brain, Wu-Tang, nigga |
| One nation for the people, ain’t nobody equal |
| We the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, nigga |
| This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history |
| The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, nigga |
| Magnum Force on the Last Stand, the world is in my hands |
| Basic training’s over, time to war |
| Incarcerated scarfaces, Cuban links and matchin' bracelets |
| Just comin' home from catchin' violent drug cases |
| Them the niggas I be fuckin' with and groupie niggas eat a dick |
| New niggas out here doin' way too much sucker shit |
| On some wack shit, fuck this rap shit |
| Bust a Gat shit, Dru won’t know what happened |
| 'Cause I do a Doley, potato over pistoli |
| Fuck your fame, I want your life, fuck your Rollie, Wu-Tang |
| I flow fluently, who I be? |
| That villain |
| Of your beeswax, ease back 'fore I squeeze Gats |
| We don’t need that, do we? |
| Do we? |
| Just keep it rap, groovy |
| That lean and skinny jeans, that’s why you rap booty |
| Hooties, kids in the hall, this is bigger than y’all |
| Monkeys in the middle, I’m like middle finger 'em all |
| I ain’t got no issues, if you scared then get you a dog |
| I might Michael Vick you, take from the rich and give to the poor |
| Real fire, man, grip the iron, man, like Tony Stark |
| Throwin' darts, watch the shallow farce, all the homies sharks |
| Know the arts, Masta Killa bars holdin' Golden Arms- |
| Leg-Leg-Arm-Head to toe, dipped in camouflage |
| I Inspectah Deck rep Decepticons |
| GZA with the RZA, y’all pawns on the chessboard |
| Cap ya dons, Chef up hard bars, this is god degree |
| Float like a butterfly, sting like a killer bee |
| Boot Camp, nigga |
| Wu-Tang, nigga |
| Boot Camp, nigga |
| Wu-Tang, nigga |