Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Unpredictable , by - Wu-Tang Clan. Release date: 10.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Unpredictable |
| Plush whips and rollies, ice chains and stogies |
| No bitch could hold me, in this Thug World |
| I hold it with the bolo grip, solo control the strip |
| Behold, P.L.O. |
| the click, man, it’s over with |
| So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles bare |
| Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like tupper ware |
| The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your mouth |
| Polly with the wild life, cannibal out |
| Give this five course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette |
| Or with the mask on, peelin' the tech |
| Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep |
| And I’m met, with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette |
| Scoop me downtown, cop the brown and back to the bids |
| Twist a blunt in front of Jake and still mash on the strip |
| Face sick with the rap shit, stacking them chips |
| In the pits, stick shit, cats packing them grips |
| Bad bitch with the black six, after my dick |
| She like, 'this your pussy,' then she splashed my clique |
| Not a fake, not a fraud, see my name on the wall |
| Niggas straight, like an inmate, try’nna make the board |
| Snake waiting, dudes came for sure, I lay law |
| Stay raw, cause a 'massacre' with no 'chainsaw' |
| Half y’all talk about it, but you don’t want war |
| See my wolves eat the bones and we still want more |
| We be foaming at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eating |
| So without reason, pounds are squeezing |
| The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and CREAM |
| Bitches ride like the Scream Machine |
| For a taste of it, the chicks strip, clean out the jeans |
| Next thing she was smuggling coke between the seams |
| + (RZA) |
| If real niggas is listening, the life we living in, is wrong |
| (Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable, Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable) |
| Back for transitions, to save us from harm |
| We in the race for time… so we won’t lose our mind |
| But if we run the race like a thug |
| We would lose that mind that we made of |
| You kept the weapon concealed like a magician’s secret dollar bill |
| Liable to pull a knife from out of his heel |
| Snatch the sword from the rock with one hand |
| One finger, bzzz, turn ya body to sand |
| You’ll be hoping you’d be Spidey, to get away from this |
| You be hoping you be whitey when the judge get pissed |
| One man, can’t uplift the land |
| Like Method Man standing on the hands of fans |
| See the Captain and Lieutenants, true descendant |
| Splendid, unprecedented, hip hop vintage |
| Started from the park benches, before the NARCs could snitch us |
| He was God Cypher Divine, trying to spark the wizards |