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WU-TANG CLAN : Shaolin Worldwide lyrics

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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "Shaolin Worldwide"

(feat. Street Life)

[Ghostface] "Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?"

[sample repeats in background of Street's intro]

[Intro: Street Life, (Method Man)]


Yo, yo
Never doubt the Life

(EHHHH! YO!) Yo
Who the $#&@ are you to criticize me?
Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey

Yo (respect, that's my word)

[Street Life]

Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen
All my life I've been poverty stricken
Always took what's mines, never was given

a second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision
You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin
Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position

Street juridictions, ^!$$%, no restriction
Concrete composition for emcee's in submission
Special edition crash course mission

Push through like the task force and crush all competition
See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin
Greet your man posted up like two little (*##$es

When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches
Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes
I got no love for fans that's fake $$# ^!$$%s

I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business
Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted
I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot buscuit

These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district
Leave no finger prints and no survivin witness


[Chorus: Method Man]

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide

(Yo, yo Math!)
It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to

Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go

Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!


[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana
Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor

Scadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda
Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama
Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin a revolver in my Parker

Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder
Fear the bow of the silent archer
Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter

Poison darter, news photographers document the horror
While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda
Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar

Your highnes, the crowd hollar
Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma
Crowd sponser, hotter than Bahama steam saunas

The Rebel of opera, popped off the choclate and the ?gosha?
Monster truck crush you imposters


[Chorus: Method Man]

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide

It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go

Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!

[Method Man]
I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential
Overlooked cuz y'all can't understand what I been thru

You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to
Actin like the street, they ain't got no street credentials
Crack villians, raps be killin instrumentals
The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental
Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials

Up %#@!'s creek lookin for some more %#@! to get into
Got the Clan jewels as I continue
to serve you everythin on that's on the menu
with Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man told you Wake Up?
My ^!$$% smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly

Come to free the mind and get the bull%#@! up off me
The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me
Shaolin What? Don't get it $#&@ed up and cross me
Rappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossy
Say it ain't so! Bust the callico

Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go

[Chorus: Method Man]

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide

Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!


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