Rap Barracuda, three XL kahuna
Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals
The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett
Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?
Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
Stuck with Hawaiian ice diamond twice the whole city thought
I'm up at the Wu library readin' Malcolm's, 'Any Means Necessary'
Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered
I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
Name your price, I black out then change the lights
Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee
I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check
They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict
Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine
Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch
Watch the block thirst for one became all
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk
Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine
Eighteen karat rap between noodles
Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity
The vocals came in a bunch without one punch
Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya
Better, respect it, bitch believe
So nice like New York they had to name him twice
I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah
Sure to get it perkin' and 'cause a disturbance
From dark matter to the big crunch
My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic
I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe
And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips
Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got
That Pinky ring shit yo
I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup
It's that Pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid
Get the fuck away from my door, we got big guns in here
I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then
Yo, big fat nigga bleedin' big cat nigga all season on the beach truck
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record
The Noble, Sir I Mass Mogul
Yo what the fuck yo? Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?
I handle my plastic, gun play I mastered
I bought Fubu blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out
Queen, couldn't even Jack Monk
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers, the shit had me dyin'
Coke over there with blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see
Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall
Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post
We in them authentic alley switchin' joints major general
This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head
Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up
Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip
Give you the same advice that I gave my wife
New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss
Niggaz, five stars, both arms rock when coke dropped
Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease
Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets
Fix your weave, behold my expertise
Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's
Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable
The rhyme came from the pressure of heat
Super bad, who am I? Dolemite classic
I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed
Gash you out your burner fast, you swing down hatin' me
The blind couldn't verify the authenticity
You crabs test, can't measure the threat
My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself
Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'
Yo, yo, Pinky ring shit, yo
Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic
Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast
Reputation enhanced, since the 'cause was probable
Broken down and crafted in seconds
Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force
John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice
Now respect get your fingers off the glass
Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot
So you compare contrast but don't blast
For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash
I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back
We read a hundred niggaz palms silencers, garbage bags of hash
I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip
