[Chorus: No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now [RZA] The greatest B-Boy of all time,
fusion yo The heat is on, never too black or too strong In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades The arena now
born there's no escape Because a snake can't be reformed so I wait Comin in the name to proclaim your fame for protection And you don't know no fuckin
know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North Don't make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF Once
shit we pop One love to real niggaz cause the game don't stop From the T-R-U to the D-P-Gs From the Firm to the Wu-Tang Clan for show see Know me fuck
shit Check out my gravel pit A mystery unravelin' Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it You don't
know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break north Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off Once
Clut shots an' what not this is where the buck stops Still can't eat and y'all still can't sleep I elect myself as presidential emcee Wu-Tang killa bee
, can fool me No one on this earth, can grip the mic Like, i, do, nigga You ever, feel, that you can Test me, you got to face the clan and Never, return
he forgot to tell you 'you can'. You can have a sicker clan than Wu-Tang, But when your time's up, that's it, it's you fam. You can try beg for another
Supreme Clientele [Chorus: Thea Van Seijen (RZA)] Oh, here I am (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack) No, can't get it near, I quit (my Wu-Tang
hip hop Yo, Ason, what's up? I can't stop... Wu-Tanging, flipping the script and You could test my skills, but niggaz must be trippin Coked up from sniffin, you
game and now y'all niggas ain't feelin ours Love is a message from my family Cream Team Incorporated, Wu-Tang Clan is what you plan to be Oh yeah, ladies
do you believe in, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven ?cause we're livin' in hell What do you believe in, heaven or hell? You don't believe
Like I told you before winter war, in these days of hardcore Smoke never stop clearing, stop cheering, you making me hot Acid rain, a capell, wet you And upset you, get you
my nozzle Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, you couldn't pull one drag, off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of
blood out of your mouth then lick they hand it's the Darkman brother number 12 from the Wu-Tang Clan you heard me on Gza you heard me on Deck that was me
, my man Terry Date We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great Scott Weiland the melody man if you can't sing it nobody can Wu-Tang Clan skills