Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The W, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Date of issue: 28.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The W |
| I grew up around block parties ready to rock |
| Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock |
| The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop |
| A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks |
| With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck |
| And each link in your chain is trucked |
| No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers |
| Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper |
| I live around DJ’s, b-boys, MC’s |
| Through rap never thinkin' +Airways+ are TVs |
| It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout |
| +Rec Room+, 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt |
| Now his wigs pushed back |
| Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact |
| (Yo) |
| Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ |
| Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ |
| MC’s have the right to remain silent |
| Everything you say can and will be used against y’all muh’fuckers |
| And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya |
| Me need ya? |
| That’ll be the. |
| day, ya busta |
| It gets no rougher when, me and my comrades rush ya |
| Like red heat with hammers and sickles |
| I milk like ya baby mama’s nipples, got issues |
| It’s just us, so what’s what if any can touch us |
| Then lord strike me down where I stand at now |
| Wit this bottle of Remy, gettin' fucked up child, listen |
| The most notable MC, ya source for hip hop quotable MC |
| Of course it’s Tical! |
| The Princess, the Pope, incest, dope |
| Choke you by the throat, the chrome handle smoke |
| The man not for joke, we all out for broke |
| Plus the herbal that I tote, the murder that I wrote |
| You can’t do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton |
| I’m comin' from the slum, Wu is number one |
| I stumbled on the drum, the Gods are troublesome |
| +Rumble+ when we come, boy you better +Run+, +Run+ |
| Aiyo, it’s like this jumpin' out of golden whips |
| Flashin' mega bricks, outfits, rock ridiculous whips, bitch |
| Wavy hair, men of the year, bent in the stairs |
| Sick winter gear, been on position is where |
| Call him an Asiatic God-body, +Longevity+ |
| Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped |
| Swing through the hood calmly |
| Yo what up? |
| Staten Island, Bush, George |
| Dust your shit off, whips spin off |
| Get off, slips, which, wiz |
| Mind di-tects mines, lines lick sick nines |
| Pick wines, lift up, bill a nigga six flies |
| Dip wide, dress my shit up, fuck six times, wish mine |
| Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines |