Wu-gambinos lyrics

Artist  : Raekwon 
Song : Wu-gambinos



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Intro:

And in our line of work, we need
all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name,
he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who
wants to kill him?
No information, say yes or
no
One point five million
Alright, you get
what you want -- money's no object
They're all
clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
And there
are explosive head bullets, in the
clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface,
(Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here
come the cop man
Yo Starks come here, come
here Sun
Come here for a minute!
Aiyyo
aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the
store for more baking soda
Yo yo yo get your
fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
Get your
big Adidas off my moms table man!
Get the fuck
off it man.
Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal
man.
Niggaz is greedy man, damn.
Big ass
shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking none of that
weed in here man.
Chill man.

Bobby
Steels
Somebody go to the store man
Sup
kid?
Get that baking soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut
the pie five ways
(Noodles) We came off with
two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt
coming through)
La cosa nostra
(Johnny
Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
Represent
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
frontier
(Original blood claat bad
bwoys)

Chorus: Method Man

Who come
to get you? None. They want guns!
I be the
first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll
together as one
I call my brother Sun cuz he
shine like one

Verse One: Method Man,
a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

Check it
Scriptures
hit the body like sawed off shotties
Like my
hair notty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a
nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn
like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't
nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer
a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six
chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information
leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to
forfeit your crown and leave the
ground
There's a new sheriff in town holdin it
down
It's the two holster, shit shot
smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the
poster
Wild in the West, a student of my
culture
And life is the test, hold up
Let a
nigga catch his breath, we still payin dues
And
the last one is death, back to the essence
With
that shit you stressin, this rap profession
Now
peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my
style, Criminology pays
The last times and
days, Johnny fuckin Blaze

Verse Two:
Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

This
goes for niggaz who know
Wu will grow like
llello, ley no
Plus coolin in
Barbados
Ricaans be givin me much shit, the
dutch shit
Stay cool papi, seize it with
enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's bagged
up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers
if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm
buyin guards margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in
the whip long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga
jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height
figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger
rolled chain yeah
Jakes beware black rap
millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears
blowin this year
One eight hundred gambino
niggaz yeah

[Meth]
Wu roll together as
one
I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like
one

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby
Steels

Solid gold crown is shinin
Solid
gold, check it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be
shinin and blindin like some diamonds
I be
pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver
linings
Double breasted, bullet proof vested,
well protected
The heart the rib cage the
chest and solar plexus
Castin stones, crackin
two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass
get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How
dare you approach it with dim pones
The
overfiend like noah bean green souls with a
soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial
wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay
your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal
giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Davy
Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium
two thousand microchips two shots of
penicillin
goes up your adrenalin son it's
time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin
niggaz who like followin
Trapped inside your
projects like a genie inside the
bottle

Verse Four: Master
Killer

God steppin forth upon holy down of
the track
It's the sound that surrounds and
hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to
bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track
won't deny the fact
That I'm the Master, for
what lurks, is an expert
That hurts the
individual who tries to visual-ize under
Cuz I
strike, like thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my
heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your
respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the
killa tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are
mad jagged
Enter the entity, my vicinity
Is
three hundred and sixty degrees of
humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks
and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad moss
for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from
the iron side of
The gat as I attack the
track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks
pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out
his muthafuckin dome
piece, deceased, laid to
rest

Chorus

Verse Five: Ghostface
Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got
to serve them my way, move give me room
Holdin
up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full
moons make me howl like a wolf outta
breath
Sold only new vocal cords I heard
Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at,
high velocity
My teammate, enhance cells well
like a pharmacy
Fuck horado pablos plan growas
bravo
Goodfellas we know, best sellas become
novels
The man rockin head bands, silk scarves
and jams
Early 80's british rock, playboys,
mocks, and shams
The laser beam vocalist does
well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch
ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids
that came off with 8 million
Robbed the Brinks
and I labelled in royal pavillions
Them flower
heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the
fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot
kid
That's jet money, undaground
money
Submarines and rings too bad you fucked
up dummies

Cosa cosa, come on...