Wu Gambinos Lyrics

Wu Gambinos

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
kill him?
No information say yes or no
One point five million
Alright
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
Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
Yo yo yo
get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
Get your big Adidas off my moms
table man!
Get the fuck off it man.
Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal
man.
Niggaz is greedy man, damn.
Big ass shits.
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 shit, last to run
Wu roll together as
one
I call my brother Sun cuz 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
Fuck a nigga
hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for
real
Ain't nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier,
this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost
it
Information leakin 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, shit 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 nigga catch his breath, we still payin dues
And the last
one is death, back to the essence
With that shit you stressin, this rap
profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my style,
Criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze

Verse
Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

This goes for niggaz who
know
Wu will grow like llello, ley no
Plus coolin in Barbados
Ricaans
be givin me much shit, the dutch shit
Stay cool papi, seize it with enough
shit
Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up
the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards
margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme prime
nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin
niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah
Jakes beware black rap
millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
One eight
hundred gambino niggaz yeah

[Meth]
Wu roll together as one
I call
my brother Sun cuz 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
pioneerin 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
Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass
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 ass
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 niggaz who like followin
Trapped inside
your projects like a genie inside the bottle

Verse Four: Master
Killer

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
visual-ize under
Cuz I strike, like thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my
heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are
fractured by the killa 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 pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin
dome
piece, deceased, laid to rest

Chorus

Verse Five:
Ghostface Killer, 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
Fuck 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 fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot
kid
That's jet money, undaground money
Submarines and rings too bad you
fucked up dummies

Cosa cosa, come on...