"You will be punished (Wu-Tang style)
for all your evil deeds. (Wu-Tang style)
Be warned - you will suffer.. (Wu-Tang style)
.. justice!" (Wu-Tang style)
[GZA]
Slept on this hazardous enterprise
Hit from the back, from a long range attack in disguise
Week self-captivity became months
Those who were holdin it down they hold a pump
Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer?
Got a mass of starvin niggaz wanna eat supper
Unfair corruptions lead to abductions
Creatin wider circles of destructions
So we attack, with the pen and blaze in
From the terrifyin to the fascinating
Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to give credit
Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits
They heavily defended airfields
But they bodies rot behind punctured steels
When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice?
Oh that water was my liquid of choice
Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet
Powerful projection, noise is deafening
Carrier battle groups, that's threatening
Higher level bombing, plus
The shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loud
In the same crucial manner but different style
(Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang style!)
[Raekwon the Chef]
Yeah..
Aiyyo once again, all blunts again
Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I'm in
Allah's helpful most, innovative raps
that brought wealth through, shot out the belch too
We holdin, automatic semis with sick lines
Run up, body niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz
Styles so sharp, state of the art
Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin darts
Flowin like water, "Apocalypse Now"
Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you short us
Runnin through parkin lots, don't get caught
Let off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the blocks
[Method Man]
It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin in the hood
Gotta a hundred wolves Verse One:
Let me get to the point real quick
When ya pockets are thick
mad chicks be on a brothers tip
When ya sportin jewels and drivin in a groovy car
all the ho's go sweat you like a movie star
to get in ya pockets
thats what the girls wanna do
but if you not rich them chicks gonna front on you
no matter how strong your rap
you only nock boots when you got loot
you on the map
cause if you broke youll get a wack slut
if you got dough you get a ho with a fat butt
with fresh gear,long hair and a cute face
and if ya live alone shes gonna pack her suit case and move in
then ya start loosin all ya bucks
soon your brothers a joke a not a rut?
then she takes off and brakes off
ya ho's gone, so long dear
I'm outta here a good relationships been torn
Cause when you on top everythings OK
but when you broke you get no play
Chorus:
If you dont got endz you wont be gettin no skinz
And if you dont got money you wont skoop a honey
If you dont got cash you wont be gettin no ass
And if you dont got loot you wont be knockin no boots
Verse Two:
Girls of the 90's aint nuthin but crooks
Its all about whats in ya pockets not how ya look
that's why you cant talk to just any whore
leavin brothers for the next man cause he's got a penny more
they want a drug dealer not a scholar
some girls barely speak but allways askin for a dollar
and if you pushin a fresh Benz theyll be ya best friends
yeah, as long as you collect endz
you think shes all yours
but as soon as your dough go your ho go
now you solo
but when you was makin papers sucker jumped ho's
you bought dumb clothes for all of them bum ho's
and you was takin em to the movies every weekend
now that you dead broke the girls not speakin
cause nowadays girls want you to crook
the only thing they can get from Big L is a big....
Cause when you on top everythings OK
But when you