Wu-tang Clan - Knuckleheadz lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface k**ah, U-God] Ghostface: Let me - let me hold that Raekwon: One for you; one for me Two for you; one-two for me Ghostface: What?! Raekwon: Three for you Ghostface: n***a get - get the Raekwon: What? U-God: f** out of here with all that sh** Ghostface: Smack fire out your f**ing a**. Man, what the f** you think this is man? Get the f** up out of here man Raekwon: Chill, chill. So, yo, matter of fact: the man is back Ghostface: Stick this man head out over a f**ing fire! Raekwon: sh**, alright. This ain't even enough bread right here. This ain't enough Ghostface: f** that man, yo Raekwon: We going to shoot right over there. And, yo, them n***as got the big cream over there; just chill U-God: Alright, let's get this cash, and move n***a Raekwon: Spark it, right out the tropical, kid Ghostface: Alright, don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid Raekwon: Just chill man {*loading clip*} Raekwon: On the real, man. Just chill: Let's go get this money fast son; I know how we got to do this, kid {*gunshots*} Raekwon: ... you know trust this Ghostface: Alright, scrungy-head motherf**ers [Verse 1: Raekwon] Lay on the crime scene, sipping fine wines, pulling nines on UFOs taking they fly clothes, they eyes closed We getting loot, no doubt, check the word of mouth Unheard about, guns go off, and now I murder route I'm out, my raps play the part, like a Get Smart secret agent In a maze and style's blazing Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and And Rhyming, my n***a Lou Diamond with Robert F We like Meth to go and f** with Noodles Having them poodles on the lockdown, buying me Amarettos and chewables, smacking pharmecuetical Rap n***as on dust and woos Yo, I told you, some k**ed, robbed and fold The goal's untold, f** it, it beats parole So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the whole globe Goddamn I got it sewn and yo What up wop? Pop the suitcase high and we can talk You can walk out the f**ing building and get caught Save the fully inflatable, rap relatable Drug relatable, n***as here to play with you A hundred dollar Rottweiler, go to spot sellers Guns and Glocks for them n***as who got props Off top jail n***as get mad bigger and yo Mail a guy about a hundred pictures Word to mama, this rap wonder rhymer team got drama Comma, blunt smoke real a** marijuana Chef Maranzano boats across the Verrazano Immaculate, bust off my gun's so accurate And get cream in the cuisine of Queens I told you Money skated with night beams and two rings [Interlude: Raekwon (Ghostface k**ah)] Crazy f*g, I'm getting ready to do this sh** (Sniff mad sh**) Man, n***as know not to step on this sh** [Verse 2: Ghostface k**ah] Who's the knucklehead, wanting respect? Chop his fingers in the drug game, Money well known Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath, here's his photograph Run up in his lab, take off the mask Chas and think fast Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash Grab the tear gas and place it in his face fast At full blast {*Car zooming by*} Then skate to the next gate further upstate I heard they got crazy weight, bagged up by the cakes in Crates like disco breaks, yo look out for Jakes Give it all it takes, let's burn the place before we motivate Yo, Blake, n***as don't fake, rape his mate If the b**h scream, for God's sake grab the grey tape It's by the plate with the blow crushed up with the flakes k**er snakes, four bodies found floating in lakes Drug related paper talking about the kids who didn't make it Hits without a trace, never seen the bricks, see Rae and Ghostface Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sniff an eighth {*Inaudible conversation*} [Verse 3: U-God] The rap star is born Rap Parmesan, put it on, seal it on We're silicone, spark it on your talkathon This rap phenomenon, two corresponds Took the arms, hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone Scars tone, bars thrown, war tones, raw tones Blowing out the door, bones, but Your raps is fraudulent, plug in these rap coordinates Is reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense These microphone professional, sensational Fully operational, I got n***as here to play with you You know the steez, you know my whole program Brothers from the no-lands, all we want is the Gs, guns and grams Living fat like the Hoffa, mafia, sipping, eating pastas Laying in the house telling the seeds about the sagas Before we got dramatic and thoughts got sporadic We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots Slugs hit the Pelle, put tokes into the belly s**ers tried to knock me out the box like Skelly I smoke the weed trees, I drop top to the breeze Honey dip spending G's on nails and hair weave The crime boss, taking no loss, excessive force We can play the A-Train back of the iron horse [[Outro: Raekwon, Ghostface k**ah] Raekwon: Yo, man, you know what I'm saying? Ghostface: f** it man] (712927) {*Tire screech*} {*crash*}