Wu-tang Clan - The outsiderz (feat. papoose & lil cease) lyrics

[Raekwon:] Yo, you know what I mean? Chilling within [Rakeem:] Word up, n******gs is stupid [Cappadonna:] Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops [Raekwon:] Yo it was on last year son [Rakeem:] Huh? f** them cops [Ghost:] Word [Raekwon:] Scrape them n******gs [Raekwon:] n******gs want two hundred grand over the table [Ghost:] Like this [Raekwon:] That sh** looks pretty [Rakeem:] Yo [Ghost:] I don't know what the f** made em in they own mind [Raekwon:] Pa** the weed off man [Ghost:] Think they could come of, they could f** with this Dunn [Rakeem:] Yo G, the Mexican n******gs is definitely bugging the f** [Raekwon:] Mike's was crystal, everything [Rakeem:] Other Mexicans be all the f** up on your sh** n***a [Method:] Hey yo you got a light? [Police officer:] Excuse me can you put that out please? [Method:] Oh sh** [Raekwon:] For what? For what? [Method:] Jiggy [Police officer:] Could you please put that out? [Raekwon:] For what? I ain't putting... [Police officer:] Put the sh** out now! [Raekwon:] I ain't putting sh** out! [Police officer:] Up against the f**ing wall! Up against the f**ing wall! [Rakeem:] The f**ing b**h? Get that b**h! [Raekwon:] Slap fire out! [Police officer:] Oh no no no no no no no [Raekwon:] Get your sh** right [Police offier:] Get what? [Raekwon:] We gonna swerve on these n******gs one time that's my word What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility [Raekwon:] That's coming from Louis Rich [Raekwon:] Bagging, you know what time it is, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo Put them cracks down you just started slanging two months ago What up with Larry Francisco tell him to let that b**h go Why you standing there Posing you like Donna Karan wear? n***a save that, the same sh** you had it last year You be running with them outsiders That sh** is f**ed up yo, we never turn to dick riders Your mac is big, got a little grip, yo You think that sh** gonna live what he did what this n***a said Remember when his mans got there, the whole sh** was set up Shut up, whole family want the science and the letter It got back to me some n******gs in Medina asking me You know some n******gs in the gold E-Cla**, splash to me Yo that sh** you had in Vegas Yo, it could've got us both sprayed up, they seen the AC, know this traitor Hair say laundry and Shorty like Karan Her family major swing kingpins you won't dare front on Octavia with all the ice on, yo She own a car-wash now, her little Keon doing triple life Marry a Son who got baked, it could've been For a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her sh** is f**ed up when they got us yo She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown Face responsibility She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown Little ghetto boy, playing in the ghetto street [Cappadonna:] Yo all of y'all n***as got the whole story wrong Talk what you talk but twist the real song When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver Show y'all n***as whose style is more liver This is not a act this is more actual fact Nothing but experience placed upon track With the true sound, not lying out the crown When we not working we hardly be around Yeah see the light, right now we could fight You not a real brother you just a fake type That get on the mic then, throw your cliche Half the East coast sounding just like Rae If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow If you not a part of this kid act like you know f** the studio, cappuccino the great Fly cherry head n******gs like planes out of state I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you If you want some then stop fronting is the issue It's my turn, live n******gs could pa** Two-faced rappers push they sh** last Straight off the edge, into the rubbish Peep my new style f** Cristal and Moet I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility? Little ghetto boy, playing in the ghetto streets What you gonna do when you grow up... What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility? Little ghetto boy, playing in the ghetto streets What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility? One is invulnerable, in fact It involves strenuous breath control Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points Thirty-six of these can be fatal The remainder, paralyzing