Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Y'all Been Warned, artist - Wu-Tang Clan.
Date of issue: 11.03.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Y'all Been Warned |
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh |
Wu-Tang, nigga, that’s what’s up (one) |
Wu-Tang, nigga, that’s what’s up |
(That's what’s up) |
Eh, eh, eh, |
Wu-Tang, nigga, that’s what’s up |
Wu-Tang, nigga, that’s what’s up |
Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew, laugh at you |
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two |
Hear me ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore |
MC’s with gusto y’all ain’t neva seen befo' |
El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow |
That’s what’s up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow |
Oh, that’s Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand |
To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam |
Oh my goodness! |
Trust me, ain’t nuttin like some hood shit |
Gotta love my dogs but ain’t nuttin like a good bitch |
Strictly, if I’m goin down, she comin wit me |
Whole time screamin, «Oh my God!», ain’t no mystery |
Y’all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm |
Y’all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon |
Correct me if I’m wrong but fake thugs never last long |
Can’t wait until ya fake ass gone |
Y’all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm |
Y’all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon |
Nigga, uh-oh! |
I think they’re playin our song |
Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin «It's on!» |
Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my |
Watch the block get clear when I buck my |
Boomerang darts, you can’t duck my |
No tellin which Clan man you got struck by |
Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye |
Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly |
You can’t Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat |
Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep |
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec’s |
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X |
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? |
John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo |
Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly |
To try to detain the slang that we can to polly |
Plus you didn’t peep Arief, kid, you sleep |
I seen this heap of shit, you in steep |
Y’all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm |
Y’all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon |
Correct me if I’m wrong but fake thugs never last long |
Can’t wait until ya fake ass gone |
Yo, Amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple |
Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle |
Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle |
You ever hear me losin, one of y’all fix the panel |
Ask who? |
Wu, that’s true, known piranhas |
Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona |
The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R |
In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar |
Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame |
Hurtin third string players, first day in the game |
It’s on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come |
Make the world shake with one continuous drum |
Y’all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm |
Y’all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon |
Correct me if I’m wrong but fake thugs never last long |
Can’t wait until ya fake ass gone |
Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) |
Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard y’all forgot Wu) |
Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too) |
Blow at y’all niggas (Blowin at the cops too) |
Eh-yo, my Wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest |
Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest |
Gorilla things, monster background with a history |
You’re pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here |
Strap a bomb on a family member, let y’all niggas know we here |
Blasted, it’s like cheeba when I splashed it |
Real reefer heads’ll know the meanin of hittin glass |
I told y’alls, against y’all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods |
Picture me stabbin you in the yard for R’s |
Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens |
Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in |
Y’all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm |
Y’all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon |
Correct me if I’m wrong but fake thugs never last long |
Can’t wait until ya fake ass gone |
Y’all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm |
Y’all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon |
Nigga, uh-oh! |
I think they’re playin our song |
Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin «It's on!» |