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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Tang Clan - Wolves - Lyrics - The 8 Diagrams - Wu

Title: Tang Clan - Wolves
Album: The 8 Diagrams
Artist: Wu
Composer(s): George Clinton, Robert F Diggs, Lamont Hawkins, Clifford Smith, Elgin Evander Turner

Lyric:
The fox is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy
Who chased Red through the woods and ate grandma
But a dog is a dog, is a dog, is a dog
Unlike the wolf who made a widower of grandpa

Yo, must I flex my cash to sex yo' ass?
I wet the Ave. when I set my path
The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built to long last
Grab my money clip, I hit the bong fast

Earn my respect, my checks they better cash
Finger on the trigger with my nigga Fred Glass
Knuckles is brass, start snuffin' you fast
Jumpin' outta cabs, grabbin' money bags

Next shot go right through your hovercraft
You do the math my answer tongue slash
When will you learn it's return of Shaft
The genuine thriller, the Miller Draft

My force might blur, the Porsche'll purr
The apple martini, of course it's stirred
I'll do the honor, the Shaolin bomber
Shark skin armor, I'll bring the drama

The fox is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy
Who chased Red through the woods and ate grandma
But a dog is a dog, is a dog, is a dog
Unlike the wolf who made a widower of grandpa

Damn, deficatin' on the map
Wu-Tang takin' it back, no fakin' in the rap
How real is that, you niggaz hatin' on the fact
That the kid is blazin' this track and hatin' on 'em back

My dough's stacked up with O's, who the mack
Duckin' po'-po's blowin smoke O's in the 'Llac
To be exact, don't want no hassle with the stack
In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the back, yeah

So, it's all grillin', how the fuck y'all feelin'?
Non-stop park killin', on the block we was killin' 'em
The arch villains, when the blood start spillin'
Any stuck start squealin', body bags we was fillin' 'em

Yeah, now I got it in the smash
A ounce ya man wanted and a llama in the dash
Me and my comrades followin' the cash
And livin e'ry day like tomorrow is the last

The fox is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy
Who chased Red through the woods and ate grandma
But a dog is a dog, is a dog, is a dog
Unlike the wolf who made a widower of grandpa

I'm like the savior dog to ya baby
When you're lost out in the snow
Like a coyote out on the desert
Where the foxes never go and the wolf, they never go

Yo, would you recognize a jewel for what it is when you see it
Or would you take it for somethin' else and get to' the fuck up?
Men come together for the common cause
To beat yo' ass just because

There's a line you don't cross offendin' the boss
While of course his one selectin' through your head shot
I'm back in the yard again, the bars callin'
15 sets of this will have you swollen

Ladies like, "Damn papa you lookin' right
I'd love to give you some of this pussy and I'm a dyke"
I write when the energy's right to spark friction
DJ cuttin' it, spinnin' it back mixin'

Great pop knock tickin', poetry description
For the motion picture reenactment
Activate a higher assassin, keep it classic
Rap evolution every black, yo pass that

The fox is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy
Who chased Red through the woods and ate grandma
But a dog is a dog, is a dog, is a dog
Unlike the wolf who made a widower of grandpa

I'm like the savior dog to ya baby
When you're lost out in the snow
Like a coyote out on the desert
Where the foxes never go and the wolf, they never go

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Tang Clan - In The Hood - Lyrics - Wu

Title: Tang Clan - In The Hood
Artist: Wu
Composer(s): Elgin Turner, Robert Jr Diggs, P Charles, Jason Hunter

Lyric:
{The story you're about to see, occurred along the main
Trading route, on the border between the North and South
At a small outpost called Red Clay Village}

{What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch?
Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong?
It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch
Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen
Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to live
So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I split ya wig
I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it
So now you got to, feel it}

Yo what the, yo
Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck
Y'know how we do it in the hood
Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo

Y'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies
Take money, snatch jewelry, in the hood
You find the best woman lookin' good
Diamond she need polishin'
In my hood, all the gunshot legal
At the same time we gotta stop killin' our people
Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gun
Keep it in the hood, that's where we come from

I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta
I know a few murderer, drug dealer
In the hood, we speak mathematics and build
What's the total weight of the brain, Allah real
Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof
Get my dick sucked on the roof of the projects
Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark
Movin' with the Wesson

Welcome to the God, we build and drop a lesson
Pussyhole testin', in the hood
Got the word from the hoodrat
Shorty on the wood

Murder, bad boy ya block off an'
Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'
Murder, nine millimeter me say
Murder, no time fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say murder

Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods
It ain't all good, pass the goods
Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine
Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs
In the hood, niggaz put twenties on Hoopties
Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie
And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip
And roll dick throw on the flip

Weed clouds thick enough to block the sun
Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood?
Far from ya Hollywood
From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood
From project chicks with hips and slim waists
From five dollar plates apartment six-eighths
O.G., I spit G to the young ones
I keep it in the hood that's where I come from

Murder, bad boy ya block off an'
Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'
Murder, nine millimeter me say
Murder, no time fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say murder

This is the place where thugs is born, in the hood
Blink to long ya life is gone, in the hood
Convicts still live with they mom
And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood
Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood
Africans be drivin' cabs, in the hood
In the streets the ghetto is hot
And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the hood

The ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood
Babies born addicted to drugs, in the hood
We make life or death decisions
And the school system is like a minimal prison
So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'

Murder, bad boy ya block off an'
Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'
Murder, nine millimeter me say
Murder, no time fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say murder

Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'
Murder, no time fi talk, one fi
Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'
Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'
Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di
Murder, no time fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying

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