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Wu-Tang Clan
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Rivers of Blood
The Chinese have a saying: 'Dangerous men will meet in narrow streets.' And so it was.
We were raised between the clans, and that meant pressure on me to make more weapons.
And as word of the gold shipment spread, strangers suddenly appeared in jungle village
Machete still stainless The archbishop run from the narcs A crisp biscuit plus play the harp, wrist glisten Goon captain, catch me in Africa black down with 4 5 Somalians Black Tims, rubber suit Wonder Woman bangle a blue coupe I'm usually upon the roof countin' mad loot Root beer reefer, teeth frame, doin' my 1, 2 Smokin' with a plain Jane trooper Excellent with rifles, out in Japan In a flight goose switchblade that poke out the Nike boots Thrusted on a bullet train with chains on, gettin' my train on Thunder money, make bread, brainstorm All this is made for the Forbes list Broads get pissed, say 'Yo he fucked me out his drawers he dissed me' All this is calculated, the Batman with a black hand
Mafia money, killas who rock tans Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques
Blacksmith, with the iron fist
Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques Blacksmith, with the iron fist Rigor mortis, I watch the body rot to the bone structure Scrape out your brain, watch your eyeballs rupture Black magic, leave your fuckin' skull in a soup pot Makaveli, Vamoose like 2Pac Suicidal tendencies, down the white Hennessy Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace b Chokin' niggas out for no reason, it's duck season I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 You'se a baby piranha surrounded by barracudas Seven thirty, I'm more like 6 o' clock
Straight up and down beatin' up niggas till there's blood in they socks Ox em, duff em', stuff 'em in black bags
Without gettin' no blood on my fresh rags
Ruthless, heart of a stone, grown with no emotions I piss out brewhas, poisonous potion Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks
Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques Blacksmith, with the iron fist Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques Blacksmith, with the iron fist Yeah, it's the three deadly venoms with weapons in the denims Some shit that'll shake windows and break lay tenants Come left field, aim crooked and straight blaze in em Have you niggas with straight-legs with a fake leg in em Wolf in sheep's clothing, eyes scoping a tender lamb Spin you bitches like a ballroom dinner dance G-Mode dress code got suspender clamps Russian roulette, money bet, go and spend your chance You little fleas get killa bees and army ants EMS cut up your jeans like zombie pants Hollow chrome to your collarbone Ping against your dome piece and sound like the first key on a xylophone Grown men discussing death and the malice tone See how quick the smiley faces turn solid stone Ghostface, Rae and G be the wildest known We straight street, we keep seat in the palace throne Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques Blacksmith, with the iron fist Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques Blacksmith, with the iron fist
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