Tru Master (with Inspectah Deck & Kurupt) - Pete Rock

(Inspectah deck) Oh, killah hill, killah killa hill Killah hill, killah killah hill Killah hill, killah killah hill 10304 style, kid, yea For all my d.m.d. rec posse niggaz You out there? is you out there? I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the hold rush A dazzlin display if you could get close enough Cold crush like the 4 stinger anaconda Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor Lounge in the barracks with blue and cappadonna Spiderman identity peter parker Crowd pleaser register off the meter Vocal street sweaper bucks shots through the speaker Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands True fans get it hot like jamaica sands Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan Clansman stabbin the track with both hands Not a lost soul who falls for fool's gold I shine like a diamond in the true state of cold Too hot to handle, too cold to hold Rap with a road block, I might lose control Hold the globe in my iron palm One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's life long Strike calm through the fire like chaka khan World wide on the web without the dot com (Chorus) Killa bees live in the place be Burn third degree on the m-i-c So deadly goes the catastrophe And this is the way we crash the party Say Rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec Rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec (Inspectah deck) Yo, killa bees swarmin Protect ya neck! what's the warnin? So, procede with caution, I walk with my swordsmen We all in together, wu-tang forever gon' win >from puerto rico 'cross the caves of berlin Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens It be the wu-tang, you came in when They left the game mentally and physically bent What I invent, sharp as bardwire fence I represent, sure to make a grand entrance With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure Inspectah, put your rep in the stretcher Feather weight contenders surrender T.k.o., first round knockout, vets to big spenders Journey on the mic like marco polo Internal bleedin occurs to your photo Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north It's bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk But I hold my ground like it's high noon While police tapes surround the mic room I jump on a live tune, provide the boom Those who consume become faint from the fumes (Chorus)

Yeah... yeah... Allah Math... Yeah... yo... yo... Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the king? Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib? Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz Thinking niggas plotting on hairs, think they not when they is This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac Nigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen? Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a nigga Start shining, niggas start some shit, my guard lit Like a boss, head nigga in charge, get in these drawers Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours This Meth dude got that food, and he serving it raw Told you before, I bring the pain, and now I'm hurting them, pa Hurting them, pa... Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit Aiyo, you fucking with some capital G's, Allah Math Streetlife, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift Had the highest paid ho, get it cracking for free Worldwide, still trapped in the P's, Pioneers Like the twenty inch woofers, that's in back of the V Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge Son, I'm just a little off of the edge, as I stalk The mean streets, for paused types, callers are read Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest Put the chest to the back of your vest Trap your packet, take the money and jet Niggas posted, but you posing no threat Punk, you pussy like the opposite sex Front, see how many shots you will get I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect I'm just a man to respect Watch your step, son, your funeral's next Streetlife is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck The other hand is attached to the tech Your next move could mean life or death Make move, take baby steps Hold that thought, nigga, save your breath We hold courts, in the streets, we rep For Cash Rule, and we came to collect, cock sucker Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit

This ain't no music for the club or you cats in love This is music for my bugged out goons on drugs I make music for the creeps that should be 6 feet A new Bentley made it out by the skin in they teeth And they be already stealing ready for beef In the... building having a feast Eating good of my criminal mind and crime biz Leave my checks and food stamps the same thing It's thanksgiving in my hood like everyday Lot of thirst game cut lot of full game ate And you ain't' safe roaming in the same place Putting yo hands on everybody's money like the bank Putting yo hands on everybody money get you shot I'm the one you could thank bang bang white toddler Yo bank and ball on 'em keep 'em guttered like my cousin You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe come through cover yo face You ain't sky free cause you got freedom the case You ain't G you got 3 niggers running up state Take my niggers that will come through papa's yo weight See'em lying in the stand Benedict Wise man throw yo ax up bias in the can 18 watching from the van About to drop you dropping up the spot while you're dropping out the van APB on yo head in every hood EMT on the set is never good blood spilled Pick him up he gotta post still That's Karma brought it up a duck tale Informer, duck tape, riot at chest Going up turn page right up on yo desk You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace Money don't make you safe you want Kevlar vest without a gun on yo waist And yo cup diesel buddy go with skinny But when a bag check when they commence the beating Now you're on a world star humping Black and blue like a paramour save the J What a disgrace to your neighborhood You can't even show yo face in yo neighborhood And you grew up there nigger Fuck ass nigger you grew up square nigger Get a blue nose pin if you scared nigger This war outside Should've been more prepared nigger The more I let the story and start bluffing Like they toughen your racks but really want nothing Ain't no future in front nigger The future for nothing Is wear you do it for nothing You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace

The nigga had a pair of Air Olden Polynice's on Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christen Slaters Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggaz Rockin' the latest in Ben Stillaways Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggaz Now that's a money thing Yo yo I was dashing through the hood, eighteens with the whip, smoke gray Leavin' skid marks on five-oh, smokin' all the way Ha, ha, ha with my all-star team, bitches see our shine Yo son we gotta make that cream, whether raps or Nixon times They call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body Dinali Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie On the candy apple Kawasaki Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy I'll probably splash her tonight, don't block Sippin' on Lime Bacardi got me toxy Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti Snatch the cream, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni Like I'm still coppin' big eights from papi Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the body But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to knock me I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head like a natty dread Then call myself Collar Ratsi Professionally trained, I am for your artery I give the autographs but charge for photography Not hardly kid, you awkward Godbody You've a carbon copy, just started to rock Wallys Spark the brocolli, spaz off this ghetto opery Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya posse Seen Come, come, come, one for the dough, son Give me the reasons Come, come, come, one for the dough, son Give me the reasons Come, come, come, one for the dough, son Give me the reasons Come, come, come, one for the dough, son Give me the reasons They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on Sunday? While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay Mere fact that the track was a fierce counterattack All those who couldn't multiply were sent back No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the heart Tainted the heart of an empire, was torn apart Brought to a halt from a front full assault The chemist left the lab with undetermined results They saw the swordsman sift electrical volts The audience threw nuts with loose screws and bolts The archives automatically changed ya stiff vibes It was layin' in the zip drive from chest five Come, come, come, one for the dough, son Give me the reasons Come, come, come, one for the dough, son Give me the reasons Come, come, come, one for the dough, son Give me the reasons Come, come, come, one for the dough, son Give me the reasons

{Know what I'm sayin'? Tired of takin' motherfuckin' bullets for niggas and shit Know what I'm sayin'? Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that Bitches you know, mindscapin', tryin' to set a nigga up Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, MC conditioner, yeah, Know what I'm sayin'? Tired of takin' motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit Know what I'm sayin'? Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up Know what I'm sayin'? MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur Yeah, yeah Wu-Tang clan Big Snoop d O double G Somethin' for the 2000 Your Mama name Peter, Papa name Cita Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater Be the elevator, pussy eater Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em Old dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated For 29 years, no educated High caded, 'cuz you kept it checkmated What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what All you niggas I'm puttin' you in your place MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur Mr. No-meaner, pussy ho-beater I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin' with my vita Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em This negro right here pimps hoes I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose It just so happens I'm the nigga that she chose I flows above the rest, mos' def' Got you shakin' yo' ass, and you throwin' up yo' set Whatever you do, you keepin' it true Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew Ooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin' rubber on these truckers It's a dog day afternoon The clan go bang and the bang go boom How you love it, how you like it and how you get it? Do that damn thing and quit bullshittin' wit it MC conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur Yeah, yeah Yeah, pump that shit, testin' Check, 1, 2, yes, yes, yes Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas y'all To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all On my flow y'all niggas don't know y'all You see my style calm but wild You witness the rhyme, nothin' but dimes The eightball murder, freestyle or rehearsed I wreck MC's whether I'm last or first What, what, what, what, hazardous dart Visual long forgotten art That fell apart, 'til the blood ran from the heart Pump through the street, razor make re-break beats Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank Wu niggas rollin', throwin' the first rap slogan Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military clothin' Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many With the wisdom, power of, science from experts Self applyin', that put giants in the network The compact disc and televised live cults Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide note Yes, what, what Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop You keep on, 'til the break of dawn Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock

Mmmm I love it when you play it like that Come on... Play Sittin' here alone I'm lookin' back on where I've roamed And laughing how I swore I'd win and not get burned Left my family Left my home I worked my fingers to the bone And there was not a stone I did not leave unturned And I was havin' a good time Roll on Roll on Roller Coaster We're one day older and one step closer Roll on there's mountains to climb Roll on we're on borrowed time Roll on Roller coaster Roll on tonight Roll on tonight yeah Money and success I don't complain about the stress I wanted this and now it's here So I don't bitch And I swear that time's a trick It disappears in oh so quick Man I was just sixteen And now I'm starin' at thirty-six But I'm still havin' a good time Roll on Roll on Roller Coaster We're one day older and one step closer Roll on there's mountains to climb Roll on we're on borrowed time Roll on Roller coaster Roll on tonight Roll on tonight And I know it's hard to see with the sun in your eyes But one day you're gonna say I saw the light And now headin' for the hill And I just cannot wait until My children grow up to have children of their own And I'll be telling them about The times I turned the party out And how I stood against an army all alone Drinkin' wine and stayin' high And realized it couldn't last And how I turned myself around And went down another path And the signs we must observe When life's changes do occur But most of all I'll tell them Just how proud I am of them And always have a good time It's all love and good times Let's all have a good time Yeah Roll on Roll on Roller Coaster We're one day older and one step closer Roll on there's mountains to climb Roll on we're on borrowed time Roll on Roller coaster Roll on tonight Roll on tonight