Wu Ooh 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 wit you, man?
Ain't nothing, I just want us to be on

[Chorus: Method Man]
Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W
Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu
Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in
All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin
Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do
Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu
Now throw ya W's up, back from the slums, it be the Wu

[Raekwon]
Love da dresser lab, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags
Ski masks is on, g-wax Don't try to take pictures, lax, steel in the grass
Ya learnt respect, burst when I asked
Rhyme master busy, wizzy on the subject
Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most
Night time totes, gorillas in boats, three votes
Villas is killa, gangstas flip notes
Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information
Vivid vacation, deliberation moments
Move like '91 Romans, cloning everything
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Maxed out, Annex style, my team the grand bandits
Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby
Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit
Padlocked down, my niggas won't have it

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[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, Jumping out of Benz wagons, My family live in the Hill
They called us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up
Faggot niggaz get murdered up, The streets is like radio beef, so watch how the kid turn it up, Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle gangs is clobberin' bustas, 18 niggaz is bringin da ruckus, Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joint still work, the trey eight'll blown one in ya domeage, When there's mad heat I'm mad calm, walk around go collect 36 off a four G bomb, My inner strength flow and I mastered Chi Kung, y'all Planet Of The Apes standin' next to King Kong, Forensic foul, Ultra Violet hype sky blue Bally's, Lain' niggas like ceramic tile, I'm like Earl; act beast and at the top of the pile, Kneein' niggas in the nuts, nigga damn I'm foul

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[Method Man]
yo,yo,yo,
We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop thangs, Look for me, crimson my pocket, Chef cook for me, blue magic bundles I'm dope, But on a humble I'm a good dude,
don't short change me, see that's a hood rule
Beer drinkin' cuban linkin', new way of thinkin',
got me thinkin' Mef break the handcuffs, right out the precinct
This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushin' that hard rock then let these niggas know off top,
We rock fitteds, rob kid it, I live it if not quit it, I pitch in my pie sniff,
that mean business, I'm not finnished, I'm ... too hot with it, you bitchin', the plot thickin', I'm shittin' the glock spittin' if niggas don't stop snitchin',
This what the block missin, the two seater wit the top missin,
and two divas wit they tops missin,
Now that's livin to me, I'm what these kids killin to be, but I don't want my children to be

[Chorus]