Raekwon - New Wu lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Uh-huh, what up son? Yeah Maintaining, maintaining, you know? You good, right? Everything proper, still, right? Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man? Ain't nothing, I just want us to be on [Chorus: Method Man] Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in All my n***as take a toke off this weed, let it begin Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do Brand new, n***a, back from the slums, it be the Wu Now throw ya W's up, back from the slums, it be the Wu [Raekwon] Love to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags Ski masks is on, g-wags Dont try to take pictures, relax, still in the gra** You'll learn respect, burst when I ask Rhyme master busy, wizzy on the subject Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three votes Villains is k**a, gangstas flip notes Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information Vivid vacation, deliberation moments Move like '91 Romans, cloning everything Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome Maxed out, Amex style, my team gram bandits Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole sh** Padlocked down, my n***as won't have it [Chorus] [Ghostface k**ah] Aiyo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up f** around get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef So watch how the kid turn it up Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle guage clobbering busters Eighteen n***as, bringing the ruckus Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work The trey eight'll blow one in your douljah When it's mad heat im mad calm, walk around Go collect, 36, over G bomb My inner strength flowing, I mastered chi kung Ya'll Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong Forensic files, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bowels Laying n***as like ceramic tile I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile Kneeing n***as in the nuts, goddamn damn I'm foul [Chorus] [Method Man] We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop things Look bummy, grams in my pocket, Chef cook for me Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope, but on the humble I'm a good dude, don't short change me, see that's a hood rule Beer drinkin', Cuban Linking, new way of thinking God me thinking meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock Then let these n***as know off top We rock fitted, dropkick it, I lived it if not quit it I pitched it, my pops sniffed it, need business, I'm not finished I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you b**hing, the plot thicken I'm sh**ting the glock, spitting, if n***a don't stop snitching Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing And two divas wit they tops missing Now that's living to me, I'm what these kids is k**ing to be But I don't want my children to be