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WU-TANG CLAN : Uzi (Pinky Ring) lyrics

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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "Uzi (Pinky Ring)"

Yo.. yeah
Don't erase none of that good %#@! in the beginnin

Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya
Yo.. yo.. pinky ring %#@!, yo
That pinky ring %#@! yo

It's that pinky ring %#@!, the legend of masked kid
Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic

Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic
The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett
I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered

No [email protected]%!e, dope mixed down with acid on record
Broken down and crafted in seconds
Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered

Better, respect it, (*##$ believe
I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
I air out the showroom, the %#@! can breathe

Fix your weave, behold my expertise

[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan]

I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back

[Raekwon the Chef]
Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch
We in them authentic alley switchin joints

Major general ^!$$%z, five stars
Both arms rock when [email protected]%!e dropped we read a hundred ^!$$%z palms
Silencers, garbage bags of hash

For every cop we paid retired now the ^!$$% on smash
Gash you out your burner fast
You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass


[Ghostface Killah]
Yo what the $#&@ yo?! Yo what the $#&@ y'all comin for?
Get the $#&@ away from my door!

We got big guns in here, [email protected]%!e over there
With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair
And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips

Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers
The %#@! had me dyin yo, big fat ^!$$% bleedin
Big cat ^!$$% all season

On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice
Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU
Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out

Eighteen karat rap between noodles


Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up

I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup
Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip
I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip

Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?
Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin
Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post

Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost
Queen, couldn't even jack Monk
Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk

Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library
Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary"

[Method Man]
John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice
So nice like New York they had to name him twice

Name your price, I black out then change the lights
Give you the same advice that I gave my wife
Don't $#&@ with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine

Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine
Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got
Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot

[Inspectah Deck]
New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss
Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force
I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check

You crabs test, can't measure the threat
I dance on a ^!$$% like my name's Zab Judah
Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna
Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance
I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then

Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's
My weight's hell, $#&@ with me then brace yourself
The Noble, Sir I mass mogul
Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals

[Masta Killa]
This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head
I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed
Hit Chef for the rice and peas
Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease

My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic
They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict
Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee
Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see


From dark matter to the big crunch
The vocals came in a bunch without one punch
Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable
Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable
So you compare contrast but don't blast
through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast
Watch the block thirst for one became all

Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall
Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity
The blind couldn't verify the authenticity
The rhyme came from the pressure of heat
Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets


[scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade]

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