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    Wu-Tang Clan / Lyrics

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    "The Monument" Lyrics

    Wu-Tang Clan feat. Busta Rhymes

    [Busta Rhymes]
    Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?
    Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now?
    Yeah yeah yeah..
    Historical and monumental shit
    What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah

    Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball
    Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall
    Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what's best for you
    y'all niggaz better safeguard your shit
    Even though we rep brass knuckle rap

    Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
    Street niggaz now the corporate boss
    Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss
    And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb
    Your whole show wack and I'ma cancel your sitcom
    Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired and real calm
    You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm
    The way we blow SHIT is a shame
    Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne
    Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz
    Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW!

    [Raekwon the Chef]
    Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches
    Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous
    Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs
    That's my specialty, more to bust
    Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord

    I analyze your work those that got merked were not established
    Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry
    S-5, blowin through Asbury
    Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand
    Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse's
    Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers
    God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand
    See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
    Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses
    Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo
    Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him

    Move up the block, giant box blast my song
    Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on
    Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias
    Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris
    I zoom in, while the listeners tune in

    Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union
    Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle
    Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble
    Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed
    He produce at unattainable rains of top speed
    This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant
    was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments
    Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise
    Starlight scope, with the night vision device
    Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice
    Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice
    This song was submitted on July 27th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Corey Woods, Gary E. Grice, Robert F. Diggs, T. Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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    track 11
    The W [2000]
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