Wu-tang Clan - Robbery (Revelations Remix) lyrics

[Intro: The Reverend William Burk] Yeah, yeah, it's live, it's live, it's going down What? [Chorus 2X: The Reverend William Burk] This is a robbery, boy, come out your pockets We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallets This is a robbery, boy, gimme them dollars Gimme them dollars, gimme them dollars [The Reverend William Burk] My third eye, never blind, deep behind a**a**ins Taurus is the sign, for the dimes that be asking William Burk, with a mind that's advanced And put in work, spread knowledge of outlasting Sharpshooter with a luger, blasting at Lucifer Asking the trooper of Earth to ride Jupiter Medusa the ruler of wicked women and timid men We k**ing cops til they free my n***a k**a Sin And licking shots in the battle when the war begin Wrath of the prominent, all hail the Gods again Reign of the dominant, we looking for Osama Bin Laden, plotting on the fall of evil rotten men All my squad is wise as King Solomon This all for one, and one for all, til the very end Cuz once I got a friend, I never forgot a friend See I ill blend, equal ten minus three [Chorus: RZA] It's a robbery, boy, come out your pocket We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallet It's a robbery, boy, come out your pocket We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallet [RZA] n***a, whether welfare cheese or franks and beans Or no frill can goods, you want it all from the hood Fifty packs of Oodles and Noodles, dipsey doodles, cheese doodles Next to the West Indian man who try to blow voodoo On your most beloved, why I come down from regions undiscovered I have you hovered over by black brothers in public, it's rugged My fatal wound, you not immune, I'm departing like King Arthur Open hand combat is unlimited, I'm the tomcat, word The old war calling Maserati with the spoiler Carry middle east oil and hot water boilers Cop pull bars from NATO, eating fried green tomatoes We will bake your head like it's Mr. Potato Me and Reverend Burk is like Green Hornet and Kato Godfather, the Clan man, don't you turn Fredo Calm like sippin' top sake, northern Vodka Hanna Train like Rocky defending Apollo Creed's honor The Steels unbendable, it's not recommendable To defend the rule, we come up, we finish you Cuz then the Liquid Sword will strike down, diminish you Your fate like the bottom of an old worn tennis shoe I'm just skinning you, not aiming for ending you The multiple, the force of the pen could do [Chorus: The Reverend William Burk] This is a robbery, boy, come out your pockets We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallets This is a robbery, boy, gimme them dollars Gimme them dollars, gimme them dollars [Chorus: RZA] It's a robbery, boy, come out your pocket We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallet It's a robbery, boy, come out your pocket We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallet