Clan In Da Front (Explicit)

Up from the 36 Chambers

Heheh it's the Ghost..(Face)..(Killahh) Hehheheh

Wu-Tang

Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm

Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm

Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm

Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm

The RZA the GZA Ol Dirty Bastard Inspectah Deck U-God

Ghost Face Killer the Method Man Raekwon the Chef the Master Killer

Raw Desire LeVon Power Cipher

Twelve O'Clock Sixty Second Assassin the 4th Disciple

The Brand White

K D the Down Low Wrecka Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child

Doo-Doo Wales Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang

The Tru Masta Asan DJ Skane The Tru Robocop comin thru

Scientific Shabazz my motherf**kin man Wise the Civilized

The Shaolin Soldiers Daddy-O and Popa Ron

Comin down from the motherf**kin South end of things

Killa beez all over your f**kin planet

Thirty-six chambers of death

Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles

Choppin off your motherf**kin dome

Peace and every f**kin borough

Crooklyn Manhattan Queens Staten Island

The motherf**kin Bronx killa beez

(The sword C'mon give him the sword)

Clan in da front let your feet stomp

Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death

Now hoods on the right wild for the night

Punks in the back c'mon and attract to

The Wu is comin thru the outcome is critical

F**kin wit my style is sort of like a Miracle

On 34th Street in the Square of Herald

I gamed Ella the b**ch caught a Fitz like Gerald

Ine Ferraro who's full of sorrow

Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow

And shine shine shine like gold mine

Here comes the drunk monk with a quart of Ballentine

Pass the bone kid pass the bone

Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones the GZA

One who just represent the Wu-Tang click

With the game and soul of an old school flick

Like the Mack and Dolemite who both did bids

Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids

So stop the life you save may be your motherf**kin own

I'll hang your a** with this microphone

Make way for the merge of traffic

Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets

God squad that's mad hard to serve

Come frontin hard then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves

Clan in da front let your feet stomp

Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death

Now hoods on the right wild for the night

Punks in the back c'mon and attract to

The response while I bomb that a** "You ain't sh*t "

Your wack a** town had you gassed

Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush

Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed

I don't give a god damn on the shows you did

How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid

Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know

I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow

You become so Pat as my style increases

What's that in your pants ahhh human feces

Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper

Next time come strapped with a f**kin Pamper

How ya sound B You're better off a quitter

I'm on the mound G and it's a no-hitter

And my DJ the catcher he's my man

Anyway he's the one who devised the plan

He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout

I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out

So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue

You can't F**K with those in the major leagues

Clan in da front let your feet stomp

Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death

Now hoods on the right wild for the night

Punks in the back c'mon and attract to

Clan in da front let your feet stomp

Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death

Now hoods on the right wild for the night

Punks in the back c'mon and attract to

Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death

Hoods on the right wild for the night

Punks in the back c'mon and attract to