Wu-tang Clan - As High As Wu-tang Get Lyrics
(come on in)[ol dirty] *singing*Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn(come on in)Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn dnn dah(come on, come on, come on in)Dnn-da-duh-duh-dah, you ***** ass niggaz!(come on in, come on, come on, come on in)Intro/chorus: ol dirty/osirusAs high as wu-tang getAllah allow us pop this shitJust like black shoe fitIf you cant wear it, well dont ***** with it!Verse one: the genius/gzaYo, too many songs, weak rhymes thats mad longMake it brief son, half short and twice strongNo doubt, it took time searchin, eventuallyIt was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchantLace mcs with styles when they rhyme drunkOn a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunkEight diagram sword swinga armored tank forceRza throw in the disc but then change the bank sourceYou cant flow, must be the speech impedimentYou got lost off the snare off impeach the presidentWhether in amsterdam smokin seven grams of greenThen you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeansThis witty unpredictable shot is criticalTo analytical analogy, insurance policies whySaid he know that sounds define the noteCouldnt recognize, blast him the ***** behind the ropesToo many dope niggaz I see starvinCatch a single deal, a possible plea bargainWu slay regardles to whom or what, five mics five nightsHang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flightsA fugitive bass playin rap czarSmoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitarChorusVerse two: method man/iron lungTical got a hold on ya, doin exactlyWhat the ***** I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nastyDeep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovinThe ways these rhymes keep comin, at cha splash yaGet your head piece fractured, with killer cutsProne to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit upGot this whole thing tang mastered, sho nuffAn mc too good to be touched, john johnBring the phenomenon, I cold crushMc, inferiorities they froze up, ice coldAs we move on, saga unfoldCaptivated by a saga that go untold, like goldfingerCaught up in a cliffhangerYo i-n-s another code red, danger, break out the vestNow its tactical warfare, its all hereCome with your shield and hardware, it be on hereDont ever roam, in the ***** cityEight fingers stories none prettyBomb em wit the witty unpredictable, conditionin be criticalPeace to tang, gettin high on your physical, dis next drinkIs a toast to your memoryWhen I go how many niggaz gon remember meChorus
