Got's Like Come on Thru (Explicit)

Ahahahaha

Minds start to freeze at ease

Its the wu tang killa beez

Brooklyn zu where we roll manchuz

Comin at yo' avenuez

36 chambaz at a theater near ya

To all my muthaf**kin ni***z in the place to be

And lllllast man to me

We gon' take hip hop to anotha level

Wu gots like come on through

Su that's the call of the wu

Zu gots like come on through

Su that's the call for the zu

If your from the east coast and

You're down with brooklyn zu

Su that's the call for your crew

If your from the west coast and

You're down with brooklyn zu

Su that's the call for your crew

Yo I make myself official with the 7 dotted temple

And the knowledge procedes to take off like emmitt's missle

Its the rapfire comin from this lord monk and sire

Cut like barbfire ka boom just raise your hands higher

I get off even if it's battle or war y'all ni***z hit the floor

And word iz bond it still prescibes laws hate the allegations

So I slam on this nation with motivation and watch out for the zu

Domination

We could take it to anotha level glock block that kills treble

Honey rebels and all y'all ni***z betta end up in f**kin belleview

Yo I mean that I'm a God and I cut you no slack

You wanna act then I attack and just split your wig back

Your some lame a*s n***a rockin tommy hilfiger

With 3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger

And all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the assassination

You betta check up with your still and just watch the zu nation

Now take this I hit you with the drunken dragon fist

Got the punk for your mind leavinz n****s in bliss

I look deep into your eyes diggin in your soul

Pullin out the inner thoughts leave minds behold

I know exactly what your thinking I wait for you to blink

And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking

I send your wack a*s back to class learn something

So you can peep the real s**t and you can stop fronting

On your phony block with your phony glock until you slip

When ni***z burn the drama they put teks on your lips

Hey son I just thought about that s**t

And you wanna be a gangsta rapper boy you get the d**k

The drunken dragon comin at you

And if I hear you say brooklyn zu I say yo who you 'cause

Back the f**k up before I use my gat

Spray two to your neck and four to your back

It's the hardcore warrior straight from medina

Look on my face it shows no one meaner

Brooklyn zu killa bees on the swarm

I be in your area so sound the alarm

Monks in the front know not to f**kin drunk

Knocking down ni***z and the girl sees the lump

S**t is real yes I'm hittin hard like steel

I'm comin through your town so it's best that you peel

For real yes I get dirty with my skill

No slacks in my thoughts no time for my to trip up

Ni***z your crazy I leave no f**kin traces

When I put it on that a*s you'll be desintegrated

Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick

Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick

Your hit by this trife s**t that I fix

I'm just like the devil I don't play no tricks 'cause

1 1 2 4 4 1 frankin av

Peace to my n***a wack

It's all good it's all bad

Dirty runs for the mayor next year finally

You'll neva see meeeeeee

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