my fuckin prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (
RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on Ring the bell so it's time to eat Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats, bomb inside the palm Doc rock
mothers, Hahahahaha Why they hate I'm in Japan, But a week makin Millis, In languages I don't speak, If the language's money man, I speak it rather fluent, Man, tango
hit My daddy was a player too, Ken Griffey shit He said kill these hoes and get the death certificates (haha) So when I do me, I over do it In the red
can feel it in your chest Like Bruce Lee jumpin' on your vest But I can't feel yours through my Superman "S" Yes, I'm Superman'd-out Red Cartier look
got that, uh, like Jordan Call in, anywhere I go it's cheers 'Cause they yell my name like Norman Walk in, look cool Flow like the ink pen, got Red
snipe a f*** like John F. Connect ya like Nynex, n*** holla I'm on the corner like Hollywood with a Starbuck Bring it to ya like the Japs in Pearl Harbor Red
Redman in the house, ya don't stop Gilla House in the house, ya don't stop Def Squad in the house, ya don't stop Wu Tang in the house, ya don't stop Hip
m hard to find like pickin weed out a rug I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread I got pitbulls hooked on to
her go La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la Woah, estamos en la gloria Oh Suzi, you're shaking your red dress Viva tango to revive
, Plug Three, the one they call Baby Huey The one that gets all the money All the money Maybe that's right A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang
[Canibus] Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin
have to fold my beard Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right Stones are screaming
like faith up top Now it's a whole new ball game, strategic mind frame My dialogue's rebellious raid and razor fame Glass out a red light, see Killah
all good My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feet And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from Baghdad That's bad, flags red
we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to morners Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags Tango
church ain't right Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes Mrs. parks said, "Brother starks, meet you at the numbers spot Heard you got red tops out, and
, Raekwon an' the R.Z.A., so listen to them clear An' put the box right near your ear, light your blunts an' down your beers 'Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang
