Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Necklace, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Album song A Better Tomorrow, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Necklace |
My necklace had the whole crowd on some next shit |
The guest list full of real niggas that’s hectic |
The charm piece made my niggas move like calm beasts |
Palm beats, two jostling niggas with long reach |
Keep your eyes open for them strong on thieves |
Out here looking for ice to put in they teeth |
Chain glowing shining and I’m ready for beef |
Like my nigga 2 Chainz, cappuccino from the east |
From the Wu-Tang Clan, my necklace and my heat |
Bang bang, different robe every day of the week |
2 Angels, dinner plate, fat dollar sign |
Universal flag on, nigga, I got shine |
I keep my neck frozen, .45 loaded, please don’t approach this |
Rope is so ferocious, diamonds that shine in oceans |
Keep you arm distant from my carats, silly rabbits |
Make me get my barrel, spazzed out and cause havoc |
Iced out Cubans, exotic stones from Africa |
This the real thing, big bling, the chain swing |
Try to swipe mines, that’s a no no, the God’s loco |
Jury truckin' fancy spend stacks upon Delancey |
Exhaust pipes coffin horse kicks |
ACP’s dress up the flesh, now the crime scene’s gorgeous |
My links is unbreakable, told y’all on the Purple Tape |
40 inches hang from my neck, nigga, I’m wealthy |
Why you say that? |
It’s real, kill a nigga for this shit |
Aha, yo relax sis |
Dinner plates rings, smothered in 2 pounds of dope |
Eric B on the cut when it blings |
Scrubbin' chain down in Colgate, double edged bangers |
On they hips I wait in the jaw break |
The snakes and the violators, Dracula style takers |
We got a bunch of gold balls, but we ain’t the Lakers |
Hey bitches, stay lickin' my necklace |
And I ain’t even put the dumb bitch in the guest list |
That’s what you get when you throwin' on Cuban’s |
Drawers that’s made from silk, a robe and a Ruger |
Crack heads catchin' a sweet vix on a scooter |
Catch me for my chain, it belongs on a shooter |
Lucky my shit blow like a horn on a tuba |
You might as well do me now cause I will do ya |
God-Cipher-Love-Divine in math 79 |
Bright yellow and dense in its gift and shine |
Still the same when exposed to air and water |
Like when amongst thieves you travellin' across the border |
The brink of the metal link when in transition remains solid |
The message was lost in transmission |
That’s often in a free elemental form |
Nuggets and grains and rocks and things that’s norm |
Malleable ductile metal on many levels |
Get you shot for a Flintstone, killed for a pebble |
Lieutenants and Generals move with criminals |
The pride for all in line, they hunt for mineral |
The scope is on the rope, claws on the table |
Brass knuckle, knees buckle, legs unstable |
And it’s sold by the weight |
Shaped into a plate with food on it |
The hungry wolves lie and wait |
Tu Tin-To. |
So you’re the tigers of Tinan, bastard, you’re gonna pay for this, |
you’ll die here. |
I’ll use the tiger strike to kill you all. |
I’ll show you the |
three different strokes. |
Forest Tiger! |
Win Tiger, Winmau Tiger! |