Wu-tang Clan - What You In Fo' lyrics

{*jail interlude*} RZA Son, I just slapped my b**h Came to my crib 'bout half past six Kid's in sh**ty diapers, no food was fixed I was like, "Yo b**h, why ain't no food fixed?" She on the phone with her friend, talkin' 'bout dick I snatched the receiver from that b**h like click She got all excited, tryin' to throw fit Swung at me, then I swung back, b**h Method Man What you in fo'? It happened in the club With some thugs I was at the bar, smokin' bud, hollerin' at love Ladybug was playin' in my peachfuzz She was talkin' hot fudge Can't nobody do it like she does in the hot tub Didn't know her man was in the club And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub It must have been the d** or the alcohol buzz Had me shootin my game like a thirty-eight snub, baby Let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a shove What the blood do, actin' like he won the Golden Gloves I get one for holdin' grudge, but if this kid throw a slug I'm-a throw a slug That's how we be rollin' 'cause I see this dud tryin' to play me like a pair of Lugz Big John Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mug What you in fo'? {*jail interlude*} Streetlife I'm locked down for tryin' to hold my block down since a shorty The Old Earth was like, "Street, put the glock down" I was raised in slums, love how the gun sounds And now I got one. C'mon, who wanna front now? Sunup to sundown, ready for showdown Whoever wanna throw down The gangsters better slow down Wake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us (What you in fo'?) In for murder over money, love and lust (What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you twice I might bang you twice and take double the life What you in fo'? Raekwon the Chef Jail status - get up Wash a n***a mattress, f*ggot. You heard about me, right? Pa** off them packages, cat, you gotta eat to live Meet the crib. Got a hundred starvin' n***az in here, big So pop off, d** that's props, bring in glocks, we call 'em oxes Be a real live n***a, swing mops and sh**, take over sh** f** the C.O.'s, ay yo, Boo, I need clothes Slide brokers where phones get hid f** with Russians and Latins The most powerful marble black slipper style Goin' out thrashin' n***az, kicks get thrown Big sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops Notarized wigs, lay six months That's alright, dog, make it home, Lord Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under walls Bang monster anger Bop through the halls with bangers Live good, like the abbot of all chambers {*jail interlude*}