Fizzy Womack - Sound the Horns lyrics

[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah... Let's go... Yeah, listen... [Inspectah Deck] The sound of the horns says it's on We storm through like C. Thomas, Red Dawn Step like a don through the city, Deck bonds I get my hands dirty, Nikes scuffed, sweat pouring Still I stay fresh with the fly white linen Duece times 5, that's my type women Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5 tinted Brother Deck, what I rep, S.I., dig it? Fifty cal' flow, get low Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa Steady, heavy like a '52 Chevy n***as ain't ready, I turn out your lights like Teddy Roll like dice in the casino Known to spit lava, Heat like DeNiro and Pacino Manifesto, Wu-Tang Gambino Lay it down, then I fly off like the hero "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" [Sadat X] The Wild Cowboy number one G-O-D, how you gonna block out the son? Read my jacket, my achievements stretch like a warning track catch The in-crazable voice box, I throw you boys rocks Diamonds and j**els, a holiday, pros that f** in schools I'm a tank, I stop panzers, take down stanzas Sixteen bars, keep the car running Broads stunting, feed ya self, k** ya self, take the pill Punks jump up to get beat down New York the sweet town I sorta, who's on tour? Who the vile, truth can say, you ain't a slouch Now Rule local, now I'm B.K. vocal Right out the X, you can work out your pecs and your back Can beat the d**h with bats, need to tune up, NJ'll turn the tune up I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got And I ain't down with getting crossed, and I never been the boss "Wu-Tang!" [U-God] Yo, you're hog-tied, I'm roping them, b**hes, I'm gropping them Open up your veins, cop three bags of Dopium Super soak these n***as, stroke with the magnum force Leak it in the streets quick, peep my secret sauce I keep it gloss, I'm suited up for my franchise Your coins is tossed, man-handle bad guys Scramble for my damn prize, crack cans of cold Guinness I'm like Seabiscuit, I'mma win by a photo finish n***a, this ain't tennis, yeah, I ain't bluffing sh** I be the street menace on my David Ruffin sh** Police ain't cuffing sh**, claiming I'm a crook Throw up my middle finger, I'm a hall of famer in my book Right hook, d**h jooks, great with my footwork Bubble through, got the W on my hood shirt Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes I'm that superhero with the brand new costume "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!"