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Wu-Tang Clan( Wu Tang Clan )
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Click Click
Lyricist:Robert F. Diggs, Lamont Hawkins, Darryl Robert Hill, Jason Hunter, Elgin Evander Turner
Careful, careful Careful, careful
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son? Damn, nigga got fucked, shit, huh? By his back, watch nigga run Seven the center of your eight point sun Hold tight grip on the, God U, now you best be careful Can't dodge two [Incomprehensible]aimed at your domepiece Father U C King, police
Somethin' in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin' in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum
Yo Rae it's been a long time son since we bust Gunclap Glaciers, ran the world and snatched paper Return to the 36th Chamber, proceed with caution as you enter We have an A.P.B., on an MC Killer, looks like the work of a Masta
Yo somethin' in the street went, bang bang Makin' it hard for you to do your, thang thang Somethin' in the street went, bang bang
Up in the boss game wildin', money for grabs I ain't fuckin' with crabs, out of state copped two labs Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dough rehab
Tryin' to re-up, keep my feet up Snake niggaz in the cut, hold the product Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust Niggaz you can't trust, dealin' with lust Seen him at the ballgames with James
Yo somethin' in the street went, bang bang Makin' it hard for you to do your, thang thang Yo somethin' in the street went, bang bang Makin' it hard for you to do your, thang thang
Somethin' in the hole went, click click The boxcutter went, click click Somethin in the hole went, click click The boxcutter went, click click
These are the bones, bones from the grave of Houdini G-Deini, Razoni noodles sprinkled on your embry' Climb like the deficit, profits, death threats To Israel slid through Bethlehem bong on one wheel Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's Granddaddy Caddy was coppin' 6 G's Begosh all that Oshkosh jumpers Pink Champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall bumpers
These in the camera guys, 'cause, turn your eyes Sweat on the hammer fly, ways, of the Samurai Newsflash bulletin, Gods on the prowl We full again, ruff men scuff Timbs
Sonic bionic lens, RZA console Is it Bush or the Dole, front row of the Superbowl Black gold in my soul, on a hoe stroll Don't go boy you on parole you don't know?
Someone in the back went, clack clack Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack clack Someone in the back went, clack clack Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack clack
Made 'em throw they hands up, but then lay flat Rat pack eat up, the average alley cat Prepare for the impact when we contact Known to drop backs that crack your hard hat
Must I show and prove, trust I, bust I Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the buggy-I Benz Who contends, Wu like the Superfriends Who's your rhymin' hero? Wu-Tang rules again
Someone in the back went, clack clack Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack clack Someone in the back went, clack clack Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack clack
Yo somethin' in the street went, bang bang Makin' it hard for you to do your, thang thang Somethin' in the street went, bang bang
Somethin' in the hole went, click click The boxcutter went, click click Somethin' in the hole went, click click The boxcutter went, click click
Somethin' in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin' in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum
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