New Wu

作曲 : Coles, Diggs, Smith, Woods

Uh-huh, what up son?

YeahMaintaining, maintaining, you know?

You good, right?

Everything proper, still, right?

Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man?

Ain't nothing,

I just want us to be on[Chorus: Method Man]

Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that

WComing through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu

Get it right, all my chicks hold ya *****, let's get it in

All my niggas take a toke off this chronic, let it begin

Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do

Brand new, niggas, back from the slums, it be the

WuNow throw ya

W's up, back from the slums, it be the

Wu[Raekwon]love to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags

Ski masks is on, g-wagsdont try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass

You'll learn respect, burst when

I askRhyme master busy, wizzy on the su**ect

Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most

Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three votesvillains is killa, gangstas flip notes

Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information

Vivid vacation, deliberation moments

Move like '91

Romans, cloning everything

Gents only, the rent's on the stove,

I'm in Rome

Maxed out,

Amex style, my team gram bandits

Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby

Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit

Padlocked down, my niggas won't have it

Aiyo, jumping out of

Benz wagons, my family live in the

HillThey call us

Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up, **** around get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef

So watch how the kid turn it up

Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle guage clobbering busters

Eighteen niggas, bringing the ruckus

Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work

The trey eight'll blow one in your douljah

When it's mad heat im mad calm, walk around

Go collect, 36, over

G bombMy inner strength flowing,

I mastered chi kung

Ya'll Planet of the

Apes, standing next to

King KongForensic files, ultraviolet hype, sky blue

BowelsLaying niggas like ceramic tile

I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pilekneeing niggas in the ass, goddamn damn

I'm foul[Chorus][Method Man]

We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop thingslook bummy, grams in my pocket,

Chef cook for me

Blue Magic bundles,

I'm shit, but on the humble

I'm a good dude, don't short change me, see that's a hood rule

Beer drinkin',

Cuban Linking, new way of thinking

God me thinking meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct

This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pu*****ng that hard rock

Then let these niggas know off top

We rock fitted, dropkick it,

I lived it if not quit it

I pitched it, my pops sniffed it, need business,

I'm not finished

I'm too hot wit it, you ****ing, the plot thicken

I'm hitting the glock, spitting, if niggas don't stop snitching

Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing

And two divas wit they tops missing

Now that's living to me,

I'm what these kids is killing to be

But I don't want my children to be