Method Man - New Wu lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Uh-huh, what up, son? Yeah Maintaining, maintaining, you know? You good, right? Everything proper, still, right? Of course, come on, man, what's the matter with you, man? Ain't nothing, I just want us to be on [Hook: Method Man] Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a Soo! Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in All my n***as take a toke off this weed, let it begin Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do Brand new, n***a, back from the slums, it be the Wu Now throw ya W's up, back from the slums, it be the Wu [Raekwon] You know how to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags Ski masks is on, g-rags Don't try to take pictures, relax, still in the gra** You'll learn respect, burst when I ask Rhyme master busy, Rizzy on the subject Love Deck, thug buried, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three votes Realers is k**a, gangsta feel notes Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information Vivid vacation, deliberation moments Move like '91 Romans, cloning everything Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome Maxed out, Amex style, my team brand bandits Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole sh** Padlocked down, my n***as won't have it [Hook] [Ghostface k**ah] Aiyo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up f*ggot n***as get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef So watch how the kid turn it up Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle games is clobbering and busters Eighteen n***as, bringing the ruckus Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work The trey eight'll blow one of your dojas When theres mad heat, he the mad calm, walk around Gold collect, 36, so before G bomb My inner strength flowing, I mastered Qi-Gong Ya'll Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong Forensic file, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bals Laying n***as like ceramic tile I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile Kneeing n***as in the nuts, n***a, damn I'm foul [Hook] [Method Man] We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop things Look for me, grams in my pocket, Chef cook for me Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope, but on the humble I'm a good dude, don't short change me, seen as a hood rule Beer drinking, Cuban Linking, new way of thinking Got me thinking Meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock Then let these n***as go off top We rock fitted, dropkick it, I lived it and not quit it I pithed it, my pops sniffed it, need business, I'm not finished I'm *burns himself* too hot wit it, you b**hing, the plot thicken I'm sh**ting the Glock, spitting, if n***a don't stop snitching Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing And two divas wit they tops missing Now that's living to me, I'm what these kids is k**ing to be But I don't want my children to be [Hook]