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[Intro: RZA]<br />Up from the 36 Chambers...<br />Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* Hehheheh<br />Wu-Tang<br />Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm<br />Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm<br />Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm<br />Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm<br />The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God<br />Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer<br />Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher<br />Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple<br />The Brand White<br />K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child<br />Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang<br />The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru<br />Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin man Wise the Civilized<br />The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron<br />Comin down from the motherfuckin South end of things.<br /><br />Killa beez all over your fuckin planet<br />Thirty-six chambers of death<br />Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles<br />Choppin off your motherfuckin dome...<br />...peace, and every fuckin borough<br />Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island<br />The motherfuckin Bronx, killa beez....<br /><br />{The sword? C'mon, give him the sword}<br /><br />[Chorus: The GZA/Genius]<br />Clan in da front, let your feet stomp<br />Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death<br />Now hoods on the right, wild for the night<br />Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...<br /><br />The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical<br />Fuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle<br />On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald<br />I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald --<br />-- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow<br />Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow<br />And shine shine shine like gold mine<br />Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine<br />Pass the bone, kid pass the bone<br />Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA<br />One who just represent the Wu-Tang clique<br />With the game and soul, of an old school flick<br />Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids<br />Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids<br />So stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin own<br />I'll hang your ass with this microphone<br />Make way for the merge of traffic<br />Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets<br />God squad that's mad hard to serve<br />Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves.<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!"<br />Your wack ass town had you gassed<br />Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush<br />Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed<br />I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did<br />How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?<br />Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know<br />I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow<br />You become so Pat as my style increases<br />What's that in your pants ahhh human feces!<br />Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper<br />Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper<br />How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter<br />I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter<br />And my DJ the catcher, he's my man<br />Anyway he's the one who devised the plan<br />He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout<br />I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out<br />So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue<br />You can't FUCK with those in the major leagues.<br /><br />[Chorus X2]<br /><br />[Outro: GZA]<br />Hoods on the right<br />Punks in the back...to what<br />Niggaz on the left<br />Hoods on the right<br />Punks in the back, c'mon... to what<br />...let your feet stomp<br />...brag shit to death<br />...wild for the night<br />(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)<br />(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)<br />(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)<br />Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death<br />Hoods on the right, wild for the night<br />Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to<br />Clan in da front, let your feet stomp.
Letra nueva de la canción
[Intro: RZA]<br />Up from the 36 Chambers...<br />Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* Hehheheh<br />Wu-Tang<br />Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm<br />Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm<br />Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm<br />Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm<br />The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God<br />Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer<br />Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher<br />Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple<br />The Brand White<br />K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child<br />Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang<br />The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru<br />Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin man Wise the Civilized<br />The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron<br />Comin down from the motherfuckin South end of things.<br /><br />Killa beez all over your fuckin planet<br />Thirty-six chambers of death<br />Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles<br />Choppin off your motherfuckin dome...<br />...peace, and every fuckin borough<br />Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island<br />The motherfuckin Bronx, killa beez....<br /><br />{The sword? C'mon, give him the sword}<br /><br />[Chorus: The GZA/Genius]<br />Clan in da front, let your feet stomp<br />Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death<br />Now hoods on the right, wild for the night<br />Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...<br /><br />The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical<br />Fuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle<br />On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald<br />I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald --<br />-- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow<br />Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow<br />And shine shine shine like gold mine<br />Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine<br />Pass the bone, kid pass the bone<br />Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA<br />One who just represent the Wu-Tang clique<br />With the game and soul, of an old school flick<br />Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids<br />Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids<br />So stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin own<br />I'll hang your ass with this microphone<br />Make way for the merge of traffic<br />Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets<br />God squad that's mad hard to serve<br />Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves.<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!"<br />Your wack ass town had you gassed<br />Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush<br />Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed<br />I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did<br />How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?<br />Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know<br />I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow<br />You become so Pat as my style increases<br />What's that in your pants ahhh human feces!<br />Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper<br />Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper<br />How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter<br />I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter<br />And my DJ the catcher, he's my man<br />Anyway he's the one who devised the plan<br />He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout<br />I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out<br />So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue<br />You can't FUCK with those in the major leagues.<br /><br />[Chorus X2]<br /><br />[Outro: GZA]<br />Hoods on the right<br />Punks in the back...to what<br />Niggaz on the left<br />Hoods on the right<br />Punks in the back, c'mon... to what<br />...let your feet stomp<br />...brag shit to death<br />...wild for the night<br />(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)<br />(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)<br />(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)<br />Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death<br />Hoods on the right, wild for the night<br />Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to<br />Clan in da front, let your feet stomp.
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