Wu-tang Clan - Shaolin Worldwide Lyrics
Whos the knucklehead wantin respect? -- ghostface{sample repeats in background of streets intro}Intro: street life, (method man)Yo, yoNever doubt the life(ehhhh! yo!) yoWho the ***** are you to criticize me?Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifeyYo (respect, thats my word)[street life]Another wu tradition, street vision, listenAll my life Ive been poverty strickenAlways took whats mines, never was givenA second chance just to rap sheet a bad decisionYou cant knock the hustle or the life that Im livinQuick to stick the clip in, blow you out positionStreet juridictions, nigga, no restrictionConcrete composition for emcees in submissionSpecial edition crash course missionPush through like the task force and crush all competitionSee you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperinGreet your man posted up like two little *****esWhen you get the heart, step live or catch stitchesOr find yourself with del, sleepin with the fishesI got no love for fans thats fake ass niggasI cant stand the bid when its all in my businessWu-tang forever and a day, dont get it twistedI get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot buscuitThese street kids, we cant lost, we terrorize you districtLeave no finger prints and no survivin witnessChorus: method manNowhere to run to, nowhere to hide(yo, yo math!)Its them kids from the otherside shaolin worldwideStreet life, homocide, nowhere to run toNowhere to hide, boo, we p.l.o.Fo sho, if it dont flow, gotta goFo sho, if it dont blow, gotta goFo sho, if it aint dough, gotta goSome didnt listen til my gun went blow![inspectah deck]Yo, thoughts sharper than a japanese kitanaNinja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armorScadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of rwandaDeath before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes dramaGodfather 4 type saga, tuckin a revolver in my parkerBombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harderFear the bow of the silent archerSure shotter, pass the rock to your starterPoison darter, news photographers document the horrorWhile I bounce shaunda with tiwana and I from blue hondaHonorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mics for top dollarYour highnes, the crowd hollarGot your head rock, feel the brain traumaCrowd sponser, hotter than bahama steam saunasThe rebel of opera, popped off the choclate and the ? gosha?Monster truck crush you impostersChorus: method manNowhere to run to, nowhere to hideIts them kids from the otherside shaolin worldwideI.n.s., homocide, nowhere to run toNowhere to hide, boo, we p.l.o.Fo sho, if it dont flow, gotta goFo sho, if it dont blow, gotta goFo sho, if it aint dough, gotta goSome didnt listen til my gun went blow![method man]Im the four mic emcee with five mic potentialOverlooked cuz yall cant understand what I been thruYou aint got to love me, or even pretend toActin like the street, they aint got no street credentialsCrack villians, raps be killin instrumentalsThe caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dentalUnderground, sound, for ghetto residentialsUp shits creek lookin for some more shit to get intoGot the clan jewels as I continueTo serve you everythin on thats on the menuWith chef john jacob, remember sunz of man told you wake up?My nigga smell the coffee, Im too hardcore to kill softlyCome to free the mind and get the bullshit up off meThe jedi, only use the force if ya force meShaolin what? dont get it *****ed up and cross meRappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossySay it aint so! bust the callicoRap from the island called stat, here we goChorus: method manNowhere to run to, nowhere to hideIts them kids from the otherside shaolin worldwideMethod man, homocide, nowhere to run toNowhere to hide, boo, we p.l.o.Fo sho, if it dont flow, gotta goFo sho, if it dont blow, gotta goFo sho, if it aint dough, gotta goSome didnt listen til my gun went blow!Wantin respect--wantin respect -- ghostfaceWhos the knucklehead wantin respect? -- ghostfaceWantin respect--wantin respect -- ghostfaceWantin respect, sharpest niggas in the... -- ghostface
