Wu-tang Clan - Pearl Harbor lyrics

[Ghostface k**ah] Form better n***as, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface k**ahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these p**y n***as shot at me [Sean Price] Yo, you ever been face-f**ed with a four-fifth? Sweating, facial expression is stressing like ‘oh sh**' That's the sh** that I don't like Non-rappin' rappers in the booth and they don't write f**in' stupid a** rappers Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers P! What it do, n***a? I f**s with Wu-Tang and a couple of new n***as I don't weirdo with queer clothes I share flows, when it enter your earhole sh**, it's a thing of pure beauty Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly n***a, when Sean write hard n***as do anything for it like Klondike Bars Pa, I'm the greatest of all-time How should we forget the latest with Alzheim's? [Ghostface k**ah] Form better n***as, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface k**ahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these p**y n***as shot at me [Method Man] Since, birth, I've been a fast learner, ask my earth That's my mama, kept a burner in her purse This murder in the first Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That's the curse I put everythang on it, that's ‘The works' I'm in it for the perks ‘Cause it's not about the image, it's the thirst And how they k** your image with a verse A hater get it worse I'm telling every member of your church They gon' have to put your image on a shirt ‘Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin' That's everybody, I mean anybody I might leave somebody bleedin' Or watch me catch a hommy, even hit you in the lobby Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin' Don't try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin' [Ghostface k**ah] Form better n***as, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface k**ahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these p**y n***as shot at me [RZA] Pa** any test of litmus, provide that 24-Hour Fitness On the weekend, I'm sipping Belvedere with that citrus My dogs is vicious, exotic nympho bark for my mistress Pipe is good, live every day like it is Christmas Happy New Year—I do what the f** I wanna do here, n***a Splash the handcrafted Gucci from the shirt to the shoe wear I crush the rings out, wife-beater tee with no wings out I got stamina, I'll long-dick a bird ‘til she sings out La-la-la-la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga Back to heteros**ual, I'm cla**ic like Impala Plus, I'm federal, when it comes to making dollars Like Jiggaman, n***a, if you hear me, f**in' holla Power rings like the Green Lantern, last seen in a mean Phantom In the valley of Ohio, outside the town of Canton Or the grotty body projects in the k**a Hills of Staten Saw a redbone in my shower just looking like Paula Patton [Ghostface k**ah] Form better n***as, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface k**ahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these p**y n***as shot at me Form better n***as, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface k**ahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology Shoot your old lady in her privacy A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these p**y n***as shot at me Form better n***as, club night, no sparkles