Back To Index Wu Tang Clan"Uzi (Pinky Ring)" [U-God] Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise [Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan] I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back [Raekwon the Chef] Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggaz, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles [Chorus] [RZA] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, |
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