BT - Wu Crime lyrics

[Verse 1: GZA] Yo, there's a rumor that an inmate heard Salesman hiring, a convict of murder Bodyguard, he used to use physical fitness His business, catching and terrifying the witness In the gym is where he gained his powers Boss was the pizzeria owner that rolled flour A made man, it felt good to be made Turned murderer, extremely quick to upgrade But he still baked pies and his cake would rise Like his enemy, he watched to take dives Allies would retaliate, at least even the score Had a thousand guns they would calibrate He sort a loss, the double cross Movin' on 'em swiftly, if worlds away set to shut off Horror in the ville without the Amity Scars upon the grill of your friend's family Workers utilized then brutalized Performance scrutinized then crucified Wakes, fire bombs, function's shot up The jakes was not alarmed, but damned is the product [Verse 2: Raekwon] Shooters mans, grizzlies stands up in the GT Klansman with the sword that'll blow up a van When the people's come, blow right past Mind your business, I don't know nothin' They found his ho in the trash Barbecue wings, blings for my n***as that's true kings Sit up in the crib, catch somethin' and screw fiends, yeah Watchin' me, next time scotch me I drink Cristal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler On wax, no 'dacks just water A du-rag on, I scratch waves sayin' n***as is trash Yo, learn how to write, beware I pull, he here I should've known I had a clone, see weird n***as'll get irked Murked, dropped off in a new turf Trunk full of Siamese rats and gnats yo I do it for the cats and pits and all the b**hes with big tits Five hundred shoe game switch Shake that shake, I bake I live in the state that k** n***as over grits and steak You might get smacked with a Mac 11 Or run off the road or shot in McDonalds for frontin' with fake n***as [Verse 3: k**ah Priest] Ay yo, Saladin vivid Wall Street sixteen m**ms, kufis, uzis, the Wu is supreme Ferociously I rank general a world's above self Conspicuous crime make me grab the nine off the shelf The dark hallways amazingly convenient The phoenix with Jane, jugglin' cracks or playin' with ninas Thug law of the streets, gangsters crave the beef to feast Fiends with plates, a snake wanna eat Gaze at the spectacular rapper, n***as is Dracula Rap tours, Priest the hood amba**ador Pa**ion for war, Wu-Ma**acre, threats, they never worry me Plots to my d**h, mic jack conspiracy Lyrically, I'm only afraid of my own ability Words that shape into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls Bringing down the mall, I ring around the store Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our face Hammers on our waist, cameras out in space The nickel plate, fake armor, will harm ya'll snakes