Wu-tang Clan - Criminology lyrics

Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony Montana having an argument) "I told you a long time ago you f**in little monkey Not to f** me. " "Hey hey, who the fu*k you think you goin for huh??!" "Who the f** you think I am your f**in dough-boy?" "You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war, OK?" Comin up on half a mil, we build Get real God, taking you on another one Son Uhh, Julio Igleasias Makin cream like that n***a [Verse One: Ghostface k**ah] Yo, first of all son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, rza bake the track and it's militant Then I react, like a convict, and start k**in sh** It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) No question, I send your a** back, right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwin n***as off airplanes cause +Cash Rules Everything Around Me+ black, as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree Then an*lyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback chain reaction [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef] Just a minute son... Ak's black bust back like seventy Macs I'm all that, street n***as knowin my steez black Ron G, you know he coincide with me see Marvelous, Menace fo' Society But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose Phonograph hip-hop put me on top 'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly sh** with a knot The witty unpredictable live sh**, drive by sh** Do or die sh**, I'll take your lie and sh** And then you know, I'm runnin through the penal, foul Four-toothed child was wild The old lady snitched, but f** it, you know it, one love kid No I'm not doin a bid Too much to get for what cause six n***as got Stuck, and the n***a chain was truck Yo f** that, Criminology rap Speakers stay jet black floatin in the flyest Ac' n***a... Bring it! Yeah.. [Outro: Raekwon] Much love go to New York City All my Tommy Hil' ice rockin n***as