Clan Wu-tang Rules Lyrics

Rules Lyrics

RZA]



All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches



All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes







{*scratched samples*}



"Both hands clusty" - Ghost, "Pullin out gats" - Raekwon



"Double barreled" - Meth, "Blew off the burner kinda dusty" - Ghost



"We back, don't test" - Raekwon, "Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth



"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth



"Math, let the plate spin" - GZA, "Many brothers y'all be sparkin"



"Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" - Inspectah Deck



"If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu" - Method Man







[Ghostface Killah]



Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?



Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now



Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?



Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits!



No disrespect, that's where I rest my head



I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead



America, together we stand, divided we fall



Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war!







[Inspectah Deck]



Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all



Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl



Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball



Role call where my niggaz that's one for all



And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse



Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk



Then smoke a ounce as we count mills



Providin you pure ecstasy without pills







[Chorus: Method Man]



Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man



How the fuck did we get so cool man?



Never ever disrespect my crew



If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu







[Masta Killa]



Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real



We live from (?), it's the God I-Reelz



Yo wonderful, spark the blillz



Let me build with the people for the mills



I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville



Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous



Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers



You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill







[StreetLife]



How you livin StreetLife?I'm surrounded by criminals



Serial killers tote guns without the serial



High-tech, street intellect, all digital



Project original, sheisty individual



New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest



We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest



Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us



Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us







[Chorus]







[Raekwon the Chef]



Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom



At home, it's worth money, I adorns



Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo



We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink



Daddy everybody get money from now on



Payday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday



Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430



That shit that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo







[Method Man]



We can eat right, or we can clap these toys



I'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy



Who y'all kiddin?Tryin to act like my shoe fittin



Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?



It's Hot Nixon, same team same position



Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin



Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken



I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin



Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard!Hard like a criminal



Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you



It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth



I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck







"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth



"Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth - "Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang"







[Method Man]



It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game



Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang



Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames



Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is..







[Chorus