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Wu-Tang Clan - Uzi (Pinky Ring) lyrics
[U-God] Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise [Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan] I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back [Raekwon the Chef] Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggaz, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles [Chorus] [RZA] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary" [Method Man] John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot [Inspectah Deck] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals [Masta Killa] This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see [GZA] From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets [Chorus] [scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade] |
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