Lyrics

[Intro] "You will be punished" ("Wu-Tang style") "For all your evil deeds" ("Wu-Tang style") "Be warned—you will suffer" ("Wu-Tang style") "Justice is here!" ("Wu-Tang style") [Verse 1: GZA] Slept on this hazardous enterprise Hit from the back from a long range attack in disguise Weeks of captivity became months Those who were holdin' it down now hold a pump Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer? Got a mass of starvin' niggas wanna eat supper Unfair corruptions lead to abductions Creatin' wider circles of destructions So we attack with the cannon blazing From the terrifying to the fascinating Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to give credit Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits They heavily defended airfields But their bodies rot behind punctured steels When I greeted you, you didn't hear peace in my voice? Or that water was my liquid of choice Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet Powerful projection, noise is deafening Carrier battle groups that's threatening Higher level bombing, plus The shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loud In the same gruesome manner but different style [Interlude: Raekwon] "Wu-Tang style" "Wu-Tang style" Yeah [Verse 2: Raekwon] Ayo once again, more blunts again Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I'm in Allah's help with most innovative raps That brought wealth through, shoutout the belts too We holding automatic semis with sick lines Run up, body niggas, break down shoddy niggas Styles so sharp, state of the art Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin' darts Flowin' like water, "Apocalypse Now" Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you short us Runnin' through parkin' lots, don't get caught, let off Bark your shots, we out of here, off the blocks [Verse 3: Method Man] It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hating in the hood Got a hundred wolves waiting in the woods For the Clan's forthcoming, I'm issuing the game a court summons And fugitives of rap caught running Y'all get locked up, everything was wack 'til we popped up And got it on and popping like Orville Redenbacher Partner, you ain't got no wins in mi casa Wu-Tang got ya like every ghetto got a Tasha Request lines are now open, you see these MCs chokin' And thinking, "What's that shit they be smokin'?" I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious {*hach, spit*} Y'all niggas got some fuckin' nerve To critic what I write, that's my muh'fucking word Blah blah blah, like N'Sync Kiss that ass bye bye bye knahmsayin'? I ain't playin' [Verse 4: Masta Killa] Many shall come, few chose to stay exact Track after track I'm fightin' for survival Before me I see hills and mountains then sway The words got 'em moving, the crow is like the ocean I walk water holy, y'all suspended with the vocal What's the total people that came to see the gods? I gave thought talent, construct my best poetry Potency, high-level content Sound effect may cause a TEC to eject, many places All ages, streets to cages, split faces Shoutin' nuff love to the peeps from Miami We live from Pulaski, it's Fred Glassy [Outro] "Wu-Tang style"