Deadly Melody (feat. Masta Killa, U-God, RZA, Method Man, GZA, Street Life & Ghostface Killah) - Wu-Tang Clan

Yo. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise (Wu-Tang Clan) I got my uzi back You dudes is wack Face it the Wu is back (Raekwon the Chef) Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggas, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass () (Ghostface Killah) Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin' Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles () (RZA) Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'? Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin' Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, ". Any Means Necessary" (Method Man) John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot (Inspectah Deck) New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals (Masta Killa) This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas 'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see (GZA) From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets ()

All you hoes, be cryin' for these bitches All you niggaz, be cryin' for these hoes Both hands clusty, pullin' out gats Double barreled, blew off the burner kinda dusty We back don't test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah Comin' from the thirty-six chamber Math, let the plate spin Many brothers y'all be sparkin' Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu 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 Yes yes y'all, the INS 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 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 Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real We live from it, 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 How you livin' Street Life? 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 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 Sendin' letters to China, 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 fit teds 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 We can eat right, or we can clap these toys I'm with Street Life, 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 hard, 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 Bring it to 'em proper, potnah It's Wu-Tang, rushin' yo' gang, crushin' the game Pretty thugs, clutchin' they chain, hand cuppin' they thang Who gets strange, gassed up playin' with flames Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is 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 Nigga