Wu-tang Clan - Ruckus In B Minor Lyrics
[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]It's the odb kid, once again coming through your area. And I'm going to tell you one time, you gon' love this[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]I had to get the money, said it wasn't a choiceDie Hard's on the bars, 80's love in the voiceMorphine flow, numbing your jointsBomb a n***a like he number 81 from DetroitZombie life, World War ZAntidote to your virus, your highness, the world on meCapital G, cool as the dude from Dos EquisSo deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavySick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fireForever with bars, sort of like a liferWith the Son of Anarchy, I be Breaking BadWalkin' Dead, day dreamin' of making a bandDancin' With the Stars, American IdolMeets the Mentalist with the Big Bang Theory[Hook: Method Man]Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, oneStill number one, still number one, still number one, one, one[Verse 2: you-God]The most duplicated, anticipated, validatedUrban legends in the books with the ones who made itHighly celebrated, everything was work relatedCurrent top 40 got the Wu deep in all their business20 years Killa Bees, yeah, we hold the pennantMonumental stance on the cover with my co-defendantsDrop her sentence, in remembranceConstruct these jewels so they can live through my descendants[Bridge: Method Man]Youngin', I can see your draws, pull your pants upCan't even call yourself a man until you man upAnd if you call yourself a fan you need to stand upThis ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands upAnd I don't care who runs the city when the summer comeYour summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one[Hook: Method Man]Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, oneStill number one, still number one, still number one, one, one[Verse 4: Cappadonna]Picture a young n***a on the strip gettin' rich off the drug s**tPuttin' other n****s on, teachin' ‘em thug s**tThen they want stick 'em up, then they get slugs quickHood-type n****s always livin' that crime lifeJealous-a** grimy n****s seein' the limelightSlimy old n***a like f*****g your man’s wifeFool shouldn't use the word brother, he man dyke[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]Yo, I spend my way all across New YorkGet it out in all types of ice that you sportOne chain, two chain, three chain, fourN****s mouth's drop like the leaves in the fallTone got that wbcI take off heavy in air ballons and land in the Fiji'sThat's my bird and that's my wordYou faggots keep fu***n' around and get curbed[Verse 6: gza]Forms circles like the rings of SaturnDust rocks and ice in a particular patternThen this fascinating picture has emerged from surfaceA wonder of the young world with an urgent purposeA wild fire engulfing every homeIt's history, chiseled and carved in every stoneA workshop where skills are learnedHandcrafted and drafted, written works our main concernUrban center provided with a social structureAnd a curious culture full of superconductorsEach stain is part of a scene withIntricate geometric raps on a larger screenSpell bounding, marvelous and it's surroundingViewpoints remain the same, it's all astoundingA place where the forgotten art is so powerfulA striking image is something that's so valuable[Interlude: rza]Gza, this is called Ruckus In B MinorRae, all those bad times is behind usGhost, put that mask on to remind usMethod Man, let 'em know who's New York's finest[Bridge: Method Man]Youngin', I can see your draws, pull your pants upCan't even call yourself a man until you man upAnd if you call yourself a fan you need to stand upThis ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands upAnd I don't care who runs the city when the summer comeYour summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one[Hook: Method Man]Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, oneStill number one, still number one, still number one, one, one[Verse 6: Raekwon]My lines is like Peruvian coke, go ahead and try oneMy recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixtureRainman mathematician, this city slickerFinest threads cover my frame, the cloths of royaltyStrive with an army of winners and no pretendersWe live free and achieve moreBut first we gotta win with no stale mateThe all eye seeing is victorious biz to the sound man[Masta Killa]All my trucks, tanks are bulletproof, been the truthLoot the track, clear the booth, my thought ready, aim, shootMy knowledge one twenty proof, let's tear the roof offLet's spray, nmstaKing I love, love club, pack stadium rockI hold the mic snug, split a slugBlack ninja, mask and gloves[Hook: Method Man]Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, oneStill number one, still number one, still number one, one, one[Outro:]
