StreetLife - Hellz Wind Staff lyrics

[Intro: 'Unbeaten 28' sample] The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang Die [Verse 1: StreetLife] So get your egg crashed by my Hellz Wind Staff While the b**hes broadcast and splash to tell the news Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung His father watched in horror as he swallowed his tongue Another youth dead before the age of 21 Left his son to grow in the ghettos of the slums Where the shots echo for twisted metal for cash flow React slow n***a and get P.L.O By the lone gunner who took revenge for his brother Who got slain last summer by a c**aine runner A new year is dawning, new crews is forming Rival gangs warring, blood steadily pouring The streets are deep son, every day is like a rerun So I reach out and try to teach one But 85% uncivilized content No tolerance so a lifetime is spent Behind a cage bent smoked out and on a park bench k**er instinct, slave rap n***as get lynched [Verse 2: Ghostface k**ah] So yo break that n***a arm fast as a f** Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck To all you slew-footed penguins, ducking from these Hot rocks that's flaming, chocolate for all you rap Damians Spraying cards espionage, dodgeball square hard Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards In the making, next album 'Blood on Chef Apron' Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen Discovery Channel, cats the Book of Daniel Coke blunts hot as a f** swatted bamboo High school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the f** out On the regular for robbing a good n***a house Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable Hot rock lava, gringo throw the Frusen Gladjé [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] What you know about this specialist armed dangerous? Hit you close range with this madness Unique design shine like a deep dish The beat kick technique split up your weak sh** Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal Living legend, veteran known to set trend Lethal weapon, step through your section With the force like Luke Skywalker Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture Live performer, bid the mic sayōnara Borderline to insane, I rain firewater Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order I got my sword across your throat, you choke [Verse 4: Method Man] We on the run with the golden guns, get you none When it reach out and teach someone, blaze their buns Now I'm guilty by a**ociation Times of blackness eclipsing the Sun, target practice Commence when I throw these darts at these rappers Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your mattress Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm going in Shooting bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction Blend like chameleon All these n***as want cheese, is we mice or men, word up We can go platinum but then still can't get no satisfaction Once again back on the block crumb snatching Blowing backs in cold blooded 9 a**a**ins, time for action Johnny Unitas, handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas [Verse 5: RZA] Drowning problems in Heinekens imported from Holland Getting boosted off of k**a Bee pollen Stone columns get stacked by drum tracks, smack loud like gun claps Pin a crab to d**h with a thousand thumbtacks The Wu centerfold, it be's the Wind Ninja scroll Soul edged blade controls your Interpol The Fig Newt', fruit from the forbidden tree root I stay secluded in the Chamber training new recruits With Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means When bullet screams from the hot Glock like rock from a sling Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops Shots get popped on the block causing blood to gush From digital to an*logue, the Wu-Wear camouflage My entourage squad be stomping through Zanzibar Like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow Connecting Brooklyn/Shaol like the Verrazanno-Narrows [Verse 6: Raekwon] Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleamo Lex graffiti name Ramo, hold em we rolling asking me though Raps is hotter than hot tamales in Toledo p**y that sh** she pa**ing off to me though We wax Ajax n***as with an axe, Maxamill You could crash a mil' got your back still Scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills Sit back eyeing y'all n***as out Fakes that delegate we spitting fire out Verb burglar, design the Wally shoe store reserve a jet status Guyanese bird up on my mattress Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose incite a fashion Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name Styling rich, résumé the waves and one chain Feeling mics like, wheeling a bike, slide like Step on his Klondike, get your dart right, we moving on it like Wind breaker n***as get they face broke, j**ellery get snatched Magazine right on the low, f** y'all cats