Raekwon - Wu-Gambinos (Shaolin remix) lyrics

Intro: And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to k** him? No information, say yes or no One point five million All right, you get what you want -- money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man Yo Starks come here, come here Sun Come here for a minute! Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up sh** we gotta go to the store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your f**in, yo this made of gla** nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the f** off it man Yo just chill man, pa** the Crystal man n***as is greedy man, damn Big a** sh**s Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man Chill man Bobby Steels Somebody go to the store man Sup kid? Get that baking soda (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood claat bad bwoys) Chorus: Method Man Who come to get you? None. They want guns! I be the first to set off sh**, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty f** a n***a hottie, that whole p**y probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down It's the two holster, sh** shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a n***a catch his breath, we still paying dues And the last one is d**h, back to the essence With that sh** you stressing, this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle plus my style, Criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny f**in Blaze Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds This goes for n***as who know Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados Ricaans be givin me much sh**, the dutch sh** Stay cool papi, seize it with enough sh** Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up Yo n***as act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, f**in up a storm buyin guards margaritas s**in his dick, up in the whip long Designed for rhyme prime n***a jail time jiggas Them n***as up in Height figures bitin n***as Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year One eight hundred gambino n***as yeah Meth: Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels Solid gold crown is shinin Solid gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' a** get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with dim pones The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it The Ryzarector come to pay your a** a visit Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin It's a mileage resemblin n***as who like followin Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle Verse Four: Master k**er God steppin forth upon holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under 'Cause I strike, like thunder n***as couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom f**s up your respiratorial Systems are fractured by the k**a tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks my Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so Feel the force of impact from the iron side of The gat as I attack the track From the blind side of the pack, Starks pa** the chrome Watch a n***a get blown out his muthaf**in dome Piece, deceased, laid to rest Chorus Verse Five: Ghostface k**er, a.k.a. Tony Starks Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at, high velocity My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy f** horado pablos plan growas bravo Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that came off with 8 million Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions Them flower heads must have been stupid Tell me how the f** black n***as get caught wit all that loot kid That's jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you f**ed up dummies Cosa cosa, come on...