ฟังเพลงFurious Anger (Explicit)

Furious anger

Big L

As you all know by name the Wu-Tang Clan

Shyheim, yeah

Corleone

Uh-huh, check it out

Y’all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out

Not knowin the walk, so put the price out

To get you stuck and punch ya lights out

Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out

And beat the hoe up if you don’t give the dough up

You got me pissed off

If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off

Then lick off, and slide ya b**ch off, punk

I hope ya ready for the kick-off

And I'm gettin rich off

I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack

Now I wanna go plat can I get it sold plat

It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out

The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out

Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot

1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block

I left enough a y'all stinkin

What the f**k was y'all thinkin

My sh*t's tight, ni**a I spit writin

Yo, what?

Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me

I’ll probably die from the death penalty

Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity

I'm not p**sy so I don't need security

Like Big L I'm MVP on the street

I did wet more people than the pool and the beach

So be easy, or I’ll expose you like shock TV

O.G., that’s why they put me in a movie

Don’t screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face

You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy

Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee

Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender

Ain't no screwin off a silencer uh-uh

And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance

And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy

My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.

If you got somethin to say, then cough it out

Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out

The heat they ready to talk it out

What is there to talk about?

You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin

Ain't that somethin I should start bustin anyway

And put one a you punks in the ground

Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round jumpin around

Like you scarin us, not even

Cause me and Shy gon be some thugs til we stop breathin

Niggas be actin like they hoodlums

Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims

In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin

Put his ear to his chin

I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old

Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold

It’s untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice

But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots