Chris Gehringer - Clan in Da Front lyrics

[Produced by RZA] [Intro: RZA] Up from the 36 Chambers... Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*k**ah* Heheheh Wu-Tang Wu-Tang k**a Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang k**a Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang k**a Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang k**a Beez, we on a swarm The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Inspectah Deck, U-God Ghostface k**ah, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Masta k**a, Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher 12 O'Clock, 60 Second Assa**in The 4th Disciple, the Brown Hornet K.D. the Down Low Recka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child Du-Du-Lilz, Mr. Hezekiah Better known as the Yin and the Yang, the True Master Isham, DJ Skane the True Robocop coming through Scientific Shabazz My motherf**ing man Wise the Civilized The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron Coming down from the motherf**ing South end of things k**a Beez all over your f**ing planet Thirty-six chambers of d**h Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles Chopping off your motherf**ing dome- -piece, and every f**ing borough Brooklyn, Manhattan, and Queens, Staten Island The motherf**ing Bronx, k**a Beez ['Shaolin and Wu-Tang' sample] The sword? C'mon, give him the sword [Hook: GZA] Clan in the front, let your feet stomp n***as on the left, rag sh** to d**h Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, come on in the track to what [Verse 1: GZA] The Wu is coming through, the outcome is critical f**ing with my style is sort of like a miracle On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald I gamed Ella, the b**h caught a Fitz like Gerald- -ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow cause the ho didn't win But the sun will still come out tomorrow And shine shine shine like gold mine Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballantine Pa** the bone, kid pa** the bone Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA One who just represent the Wu-Tang clique With the game and soul of an old school flick Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids So stop, the life you save may be your motherf**ing own I'll hang your a** with this microphone Make way for the merge of traffic Wu-Tang's coming through with full metal jackets God squad that's mad hard to serve Come fronting hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves [Hook: GZA] Clan in the front, let your feet stomp n***as on the left, rag sh** to d**h Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, come on in the track to what [Verse 2: GZA] No response while I bomb that a** You ain't sh**, your wack a** town had you ga**ed Egos is something the Wu-Tang crush Souped-up n***as on a stage get rushed I don't give a goddamn on the shows you did How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid Cause I don't know you therefore show me what you know I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow You become so Pat as my style increases What's that in your pants ahh human feces Throw your sh**ty drawers in the hamper Next time come strapped with a f**ing Pamper How you sound B? You're better off a quitter I'm on the mound, G, and it's a no-hitter And my DJ the catcher, he's my man In a way he's the one who devised the plan He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue You can't f** with those in the major leagues [Hook: GZA] Clan in the front, let your feet stomp n***as on the left, rag sh** to d**h Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, come on in the track to what [Outro: GZA] Hoods on the right Punks in the back... to what n***as on the left Hoods on the right Punks in the back, c'mon... to what ...let your feet stomp ...rag sh** to d**h ...wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) n***as on the left, brag sh** to d**h Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to Clan in da front, let your feet stomp