Paroles de la chanson Wu-Gambinos par Raekwon

[‘The Killer’ sample]
And in our line of work we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing’s the name. He works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no
1.5 million
All right, you get what you want, moneys no object. They’re all clean
No serial numbers. Untraceable. And they're explosive head bullets, your favorite
I felt someone walk over my grave. You want to change your mind?

[Rae]

Yo son criminal is blowin' the fuck up
[?] iced out?
Yeah 'cause you know what I'm sayin'? You know how we roll on this shit
Yo diamond
Yo you know your people's flipped on them niggas last night
[Rae] Yo shit happen man, what up man, yo yo yo
Here come the Starks, come here son come here for a minute
[GhK] Bout to hit you off with some more baking soda
YO yo yo get your fuckin, that’s made of glass nigga
Get your big Adidas off my mom’s table man
What the fuck
[Mef] Nah nah yo chill man, pass the crystal
Niggas is greedy

[GhK] big ass shits
[Rae] Yo man you ain't smokin no more weed

[Rae] Bobby Steels! Sup kid?
[Mef] Yo!
[Rae] Let’s cut the pie 5 ways
[Mef] Hmm…
[Rae] We came off with 2 mill’s, kid
Noodles!
[Mef] Rollie Fingers!
[Rae] Noodles!
[Mas] No Doubt, comin through
[Rae] Lacostra nostra
[Mef] Johnny Blaze! Lou Diamonds!
[Mas] Represent for my peoples
[Mef] Tony Starks!
[Rae] Universal frontier
[Mas] Original bloodclat bad boys

[Mef] Check it out boy…

[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 Son cause he shine like one

[Method Man]
Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotties
Like my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that ho pussy probably
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
36 Chambers of fear, huh you lost it
Information leaking out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds

There's a new sheriff in town holding it down
It's the two holster, six 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
I'm still paying dues and the last one is death
Back to the essence with that shit you stressing, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle
Bless my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze

[Raekwon]
This goes for niggas who know
Wu will grow like yayo, lay low
Plus cooling in Barbados
Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit

Stay cool Papa, see you with enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggas act up, what blow up their workers if they have to
Señoritas, fucking up a storm buying Gods margaritas
Sucking his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally wear Figaro chain yeah
Jakes beware of black rap millionaires
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year
1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah

[Method Man (RZA)]
Wu roll together as one (Solid gold shinin'...)
I call my brother Son cause he shine like one (Solid gold)

(Nigga, son, yo)

[RZA]
Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds
I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver lining
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus
Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones
And watch your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with them poems
The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean

The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it
The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit?
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happy Millennium two thousand
Microchips, two shots of penicillin goes up your Adrenalin
Son it's time for bouting
It's a model you're resembling the niggas who like following
Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and...

[Masta Killa]
God stepping forth upon holy ground 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 visualize under
Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the killer 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 hostile 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 motherfucking dome-piece
Deceased, laid to rest

[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 Son cause he shine like one

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, aiyyo I got this under my wing, move give me room
Holding up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath
Sold only new vocal cords you heard Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, high velocity
My team make hand-to-hand sales, we're like a pharmacy
Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo
Goodfellas we know, best sellers become novels
The man rocking head bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's British Walkers, 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 eight million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions
Them flour heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot kid
There's jet money, underground money
Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies