Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E
We hold courts in the streets we rep
Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top
Make move, take baby steps
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Front, see how many shots you will get
Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King?
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***
Hurting them, pa
Put the chest to the back of your vest
Street life, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me
Had the highest paid h**, get it cracking for free
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
Watch your step, son, your funeral's next
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me
I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***
Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***
Told you before, I bring the pain and now I'm hurting them, pa
Staten Island's the Borough, Park Hill, we still click
You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge
Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Your next move could mean life or death
Punk, you p**** like the opposite sex
This Meth dude got that food and he serving it raw
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest
N****z posted, but you posing no threat
Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds
Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident
Like the twenty inch woofers that's in back of the V
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
I'm just a man to respect
For Cash Rule and we came to collect, c*** s*****
Start shining, n****z start some s***, my guard lit
Thinking n****z plotting on hairs, think they not when they is
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift
The other hand is attached to the tech
Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest
Like a boss, head n**** in charge, get in these drawers
The mean streets for paused types callers are read
Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib?
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he
Hold that thought, n****, save your breath
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Worldwide still trapped in the P's, Pioneers
Son, I'm just a little off of the edge as I stalk
Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz
Aiyo, you f***ing with some capital G's, Allah Math
Trap your packet, take the money and jet
Street life is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours
Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a n****
This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly
Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread
