Raekwon - Wu Crime Lyrics
(feat. GZA/Genius & Killah Priest)[GZA]Yo, there's a rumor, that an inmate heardSalesman hiring, a convict of murderBodyguard, who used to do physical fitnessHis business, is catching to terrifying the witnessIn the gym is where he gained his powersBoss was the pizzeria owner that rolled flowerA made man, felt good to be madeTurned murderer, extremely quick to upgradeBut he still baked pies, and his cake would riseLike his enemy, he watched to take divesAllies, would retaliate the leastEven the score, had a thousand guns, they would calibrateHe sort of loss and double crossed, moved on themSwiftly, if worlds away, sit and shuttle offHorror in the 'Ville, without the AmityScars upon the grill of your friends familyWorkers utilized and brutalizedInformats scrutinized and crucifiedWakes firebombed, functions shot upThe jakes was not alarmed to damage the product[Raekwon]Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT, ClansmanWith the sword that'll blow up a vanWhen them peoples come, blow right past, mind your businessI don't know nothing, they found his ho in the trashBarbeque wings, blings for my niggas that's true kingsSit up in the crib, catch supper and screw fiendsYeah, watching me, next time, scotch meI drink Crystal liquor, I'm a version of HitlerOn wax, no 'dacks, just water, a doorag onI scratch waves, saying 'niggas is trash'Yo, learn how to write, beware, I pull up, he hereI should of known, I had a clone, see weirdNiggas'll get hurt, merked, dropped off in a new turfTrunk full of Siamese rats and gnats, yoI do it for the cats in pits, and all the *****es with big titsFive hundred shoe game switchShake that shake, I bake, I live in estateThat kill niggas over grits and steakYou might get smacked with a mack eleven, or run off the roadOr shot in McDonald's for fronting with fake niggas[Killah Priest]Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Wall Street sixteenMuslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is supremeFerociously, I rank general, a world's above selfConspicious, crime make me grab the nine off the shelfThe dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the Phoenix with JaneJuggling cracks or playing with ninasThe law of the streets, gangsta crave the beef to feastFiends with plates and snake wanna eatGazed at the spectacular rapper, niggas is DraculaRap tours, Priest the hood ambassadorPassion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never worry mePlots to my death, mic jack conspiracyLyrically, I'm only afraid of my own abilityWords that shape into nuclear wars, we shooting through wallsBringing down the mall, I ring around the storePlanets of the Apes, bandanas on our faceHammers on our waist, cameras out in spaceThe nickel plate, fake armor, will harm ya'll snakes
