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