Wu-Tang

Wu- Tang - U-God

You ain't heard us in a minute

You heard us in a minute man

Wu-Tang

I keep banging on you niggas

Finger on my trigger man

Wu-Tang

I love bankrolls stank hoes

Camera shots Kangols bangles

Pink records check it yeah I make those

More paper than Kinko's check my lingo bingo

On my face honey not a wrinkle trinkle

My twinkle twinkle make your toenails crinkle

Twist up a dinkle and honey let's mingle jingle

When the nightfall

I'm tight with my white walls

The greedy pain draining on my life force

Behold the pale white horse

The hype loss with tight jaws

Fight law off cuz I don't like ya'll

Huh I'm from the tar pits

The hard target to squash the market

You're brain washed watch the starships

I make cars flip Deck bomb atomic Islamic arms

Kiss the comet this time he's gone

I grip the don rip arms out the socket cock it

Fly logic now watch me sky rocket watch it

Hot as the tropic get bulletproof asaphogus

Steel cage confidence burn it on a floppy disc

Swerve the metropolis

My whole team in back of me

You just a half of ki

I'm a coke factory

You ain't heard us in a minute

You heard us in a minute man

Wu-Tang

I keep banging on you niggas

Finger on my trigger man

Wu-Tang

You ain't heard us in a minute

You heard us in a minute man

Wu-Tang

I keep banging on you niggas

Finger on my trigger man

Wu-Tang

Yo thank god it's Friday

Like it's just me and my chick

Cruising the highway she twisting my piff

You see I'm living proof that crime pay

The type that go at a bitch

The type to shoot the gift and blow every clip

I know this money like the back of my hand

You get the back of my hand

Just like a fiend who took a package and ran

Po-po be hopping out of passenger vans

Harrassing niggas in Park Hill

For marked bills ratchets and grams

So I move like I'm ducking a charge

I'm trying to set up shop

Get this gwop get the f**k out of dodge

Most my niggas like to puff in the car

Most these hoes emotionally scared

And keep the works stuffed in they bras

This is ghetto rap

Where the pot be calling the kettle black

My bullets trynna see where they head is at

I'm heading back

To the slums back to the block

I got the Clan on my back

And you know we heading back to the top nigga

You ain't heard us in a minute

You heard us in a minute man

Wu-Tang

I keep banging on you niggas

Finger on my trigger man

Wu-Tang

You ain't heard us in a minute

You heard us in a minute man

Wu-Tang

I keep banging on you niggas

Finger on my trigger man

Wu-Tang