Foul Monday - Clans & Cliks lyrics

[Chorus] Shame on a n***a that try to run game Get a hollow point brooded in your brain, Wu-Tang, n***a One nation for the people, ain't nobody equal We the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, n***a This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, n***a Microphones on the last stand, the world is in my hands Basic training's over, time to war [Verse 1: Rock] Ayo the rap n***a got a shotgun in his hand Let off, the wheelchair n***a got up and ran Died with his man, shot up the cameras, hopped in the van Vanished, but son will come out tomorrow and blam Rock is a damn animal, monster Bigfoot, I will sasquash ya to Godzilla, take a quick look Brownsville crook, get bright with the beam Take your french vanilla, bu*ter pecan, ya ice and your cream [Verse 2] Monster rapness with my n***a [?] Flow like a pound of loud how we got the spot lit See that white light flash right before I hit you I shoulda just rocked pinstripes with the whistle I'm so official I'm so forreal, so physically ill Sickness, no cure, no prescription or pill Can stop the head crack, this is too fire for the 6 Wu-Camp Clik, you know my n***as do that sh**, do that sh** [Chorus] Shame on a n***a that try to run game Get a hollow point brooded in your brain, Wu-Tang, n***a One nation for the people, ain't nobody equal We the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, n***a This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, n***a Microphones on the last stand, the world is in my hands Basic training's over, time to war [Verse 3: Sean Price] It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you Impact'll blow trees back and crack statues One thing's for sure, two things for certain Gun game is raw, I do things in person Face my fears, [?] make this clear That ain't fear no man except God, you hear? P, now back to my typical verse Murder, d**h, k**, Brownsville, don't get hurt, P Chief hard bars Bullet to your brain frame is beef tartare Bloody and gun hungry, fallin' back with the [?] tower Studyin' 120, call me back at the god hour Knowledge my wisdom See me with Bernadette, you must acknowledge my wisdom I got three kids and claim two on taxes Popped three wigs and made two closed caskets, Wu-Tang [Chorus] Shame on a n***a that try to run game Get a hollow point brooded in your brain, Wu-Tang, n***a One nation for the people, ain't nobody equal We the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, n***a This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, n***a Microphones on the last stand, the world is in my hands Basic training's over, time to war [Verse 4: Raekwon] This for diamond rockers, ice lit Known to take off in choppers Motorcycle gloves on Drugs in the Benz poppers Hood caviar, been savvy, god Harry Winston bangles Flooded with 40 karats of Pringles A vet rhymer, fly as a jetliner Look at the wall, mad pictures of my team, I regret grindin' Brick paper, flip paper, known to just vic paper Yo slide off and rewind the time Should the [?] peep and my n***as we eatin' This the movie makin' [?] Buy big j**els, f** with the dimes Oven roast one of y'all post and tryna be the most You not real, you f** around and get lined This is facts, either you winnin', god, or gettin' taxed Givin' [?], chest cave n***as and give 'em that Meet the fly Jameson boys, 10 to 12 toys Meet the [?], buy your b**h oysters and blow her back out [Chorus] Shame on a n***a that try to run game Get a hollow point brooded in your brain, Wu-Tang, n***a One nation for the people, ain't nobody equal We the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, n***a This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, n***a Microphones on the last stand, the world is in my hands Basic training's over, time to war [Verse 5: Tek of Smif-N-Wessun] Incarcerated scarfaces, Cuban links and matchin' bracelets Just comin' home from catchin' violent drug cases Them the n***as I be f**in' with and groupie n***as eat a dick New n***as out here doin' way too much s**a sh** On some wack sh**, f** this rap sh** Bust a Gat sh**, Dru won't know what happened 'Cause I do a Doley, potato over pistoli f** your fame, I want your life, f** your Rollie [Verse 6: Method Man] I flow fluently, who I be? That villain Of your beeswax, ease back 'fore I squeeze Gats We don't need that, do we? Do we? Just keep it rap, groovy That lean and skinny jeans, that's why you rap booty Hooties, kids in the hall, this is bigger than y'all Monkeys in the middle, I'm like middle finger 'em all I ain't got no issues, if you scared then get you a dog I might Michael Vick you, take from the rich and give to the poor Real fire, man [Verse 7: Inspectah Deck] Grip the iron, man, like Tony Stark Throwin' darts, watch the shallow farce, all the homies sharks Know the arts, master k**er bars holdin' golden arms Leg, leg, arm, head to toe, dipped in camouflage I Inspectah Deck rep Decepticons Drizza with the RZA, y'all pawns on the chessboard Cap ya dons, chef up hard bars, this is god degree Float like a bu*terfly, sting like a k**er bee [Outro] Boot Camp, n***a Wu-Tang, n***a Boot Camp, n***a Wu-Tang, n***a