WU TANG CLAN DO YOU REALLY (THANG THANG) LYRICS

Yo, this is a Wu-Banger two thousand and one noise maker This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way off the hook guerilla anthem And I'll smack the shit outta any of you DJ's that front on this shit.. think I'm playin? [Hook x2 (Method Man)] I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs Do you really? I heard you niggas like to bang bang Do you really? [StreetLife] I never been a fan of the fame I got love for the game Never lust for the dames I got dust in my veins Hit 'em off in the brain Kid talks but its lame Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane And i fucked a lot of bitches off the strength of the name Spent a lot of dough, its so hard to explain Snowboarding down a ski range, its a blue and grey frame Wu-Tang see me in the next Lex with the game Keep, pointing the finger, I'm that nigga to blame The main reson why you duck the chain Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain And I'm leaving the rap game the same way I came [Method Man] Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat Let me hit that (draws), contact, learn how to act Little Meth got my back, little pinky fat-fat Before you bring that drama the end; I'll fade to black Positive, I hate kids who tell me lies Got 9 lives, 9 wives that dont listen Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy Bitchin' their biological clocks is tickin' Wu limited edition hot off the presses Method, runnin' 'em out, gun in my mouth I guess its, curtains for competition After midnight eatin' emcees chase through suburbia The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house You tremblin', behind a crumblin' wall, surrenderin' Thats what you get, for rushin' in the direction I was bustin' Polish your sword, your shit is rustin' [Hook x2] [Masta Killa] Step into the session 1,2, testin', testin', mic check wreckin' Automatic weapon off safety Dont play me Butt brings all them things with silencers My clans liver than your average '85er Strive to stay alive Cos its real on the battlefield I play for keeps in the streets Shells hit the ground from the steel Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind Words combine when I rhyme to feed the blind Prepare my queen for battle and walk down Game word bond, sword silenced I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance Me in military fatigues bulletproof underneath Buy enough ammunition,go round and sweep the streets Of Brooklyn, Central, sugar-whipped the rental While I'm lickin out the window at y'all Fuck y'all [Hook x2] Yo, [Inspectah Deck] We strive to eat right We thrive on street life They blindin' these sight We tried to be nice They talk the small talk We walk the long walk We lost, they all thought We rock for hard rock They forced to fall short Rocked the hot blocks Shop and cop rocks Watch the top notch in action Begin to make your head spin We bang like veterans Wu-Tang my bredren Or face the double M, we came to trouble them They came for record spins, taste the medicine Enough to spin out the blue, bitches lovin' them Hustle them for their 20 mill then buckle them Stumblin' thug passions, it must've been Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten [Hook x4]


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