Mathematics - Spot Lite lyrics

(feat. Cappadonna, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, U-Go) [Intro: Method Man] Come on! Yeah... yeah.. Yo, yo [Chorus x2: Cappadonna] Wu-Tang, we always in the Spot Lite Get paper, every night is hot night We stay tight, we just livin' our life We just livin' our life [Method Man] I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin a**, smell the funk Eekin out the pours, cum stain, sh**ty drawers Pissin' down ya elevators shaft, no cla**, writin graf' on ya walls It be us, f** ya law, n***a, my cause is "because" No yin to my yang, it's a black thing Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest? Get down with the syndrome: retarded I think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards and Take it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair Or a New World Disorder, got us, f**in the coal miner's daughter That y'all, but not us Fly back, flag a cab and say "check ya" Next time you see me, say peace and I'll respect ya, Tical [Chorus x2] [U-God] Yo, lights, cameras, don't forget the action The needle skip, but the turntable scratchin' Chain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin' Same old, Range rove', rainbow Manhattan Craftmen, captive, still I'm avalanchin' Holy war, handsome, break 'em off hara**in' Latest fashion, pa**ion, bullets reign gashin' Flippin' through frenzy, the same Wu-Tang The Hollywood frame, purple haze stain Rules of dame, fools, choose to bang n***a, you lose, Wu, bruise the game A few men came, that really held weight Drop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two states Like, bats out of hell, we crash the gates Without a base, left the gun powder case Ladies chase, the hip-hop Babyface [Chorus x2] [Interlude: Inspectah Deck] Word up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don't care Wu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" [Inspectah Deck] Mic Capone, it's best to avoid my strike zone I zone and swing a sword that'll slice stone Nice clone, but you could never match the born master Who tore back half the world, and still saught after by Dick ridin' n***as, and chicks who do ditto Singin' like the Four Tops, providin' info See me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slow Gene-ral on the J.O., survival M.O For now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty A third time felon just hit with over thirty Note worthy style, have them so thirsty First degree heat, you quittin' on me Cold turkey, no mercy [Chorus x2] [Cappadonna] Wu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give up Ya'll can live up to, Witty Unpredictable Street mentality, return of the cavalry 36 Chambers, we off key block Black on the block, tell ya D.J.'s to quit M.C.'s, to stop that bullsh** Me, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull sh** Step with the brick, on some Ice Water sh** Wallo's in all colors (now) let's get chips, like Robbin' the bank, pull up with the new whips Don't get mad, respect rank No matter how you gettin' dough, give thanks Everybody hold up your shanks [Chorus x2]