
Date of issue: 21.06.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu-Tang
Song language: English
Furious Anger |
Corleone |
Uh-huh, check it out |
Y’all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out |
Not knowin the walk, so put the price out |
To get you stuck and punch ya lights out |
Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out |
And beat the hoe up if you don’t give the dough up You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft |
If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off |
Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk |
I hope ya ready for the kick-off |
Ya flankin niggas and I’m gettin rich off |
I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack |
Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat' |
It ain’t no part a time out, once I climb out |
The garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out |
or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot |
1−3-9 and Lennox is a strong block |
I left enough a y’all stinkin |
What the fuck was y’all thinkin? |
My shit’s tight, nigga, I spit writin |
Yo, what? |
Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me |
I’ll probably die from the death penalty |
Y’all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity |
I’m not pussy so I don’t need security |
Like Big L, I’m MVP on the street |
I did wet more people than the pool and the beach |
So be easy, or I’ll expose you like shock TV |
O.G., that’s why they put me in a movie |
Don’t screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face |
You’ll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy |
Look me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don’t fool thee |
Stapleton Staten Islander, the name’s marked on the calender |
Ain’t no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh |
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance |
and furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy |
my brothers, and you will know my name is the lord. |
→Samuel L. Jackson |
If you got somethin to say, then cough it out |
Cuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out |
the heat they ready to talk it out |
What is there to talk about? |
You was just frontin, now it ain’t nuttin |
Ain’t that somethin? |
I should start bustin anyway |
and put one a you punks in the ground |
Y’all niggas be killin me with y’all faces round, jumpin around |
Like you scarin us, not even |
Cuz me and Shy’gon’be some thugs til we stop breathin |
My name is the lord… →Samuel L. Jackson |
Niggas be actin like they hoodlums |
Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims |
In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin |
Put his ear to his chin |
I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old |
Cuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold |
It’s untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice |
But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots |
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