Wu-Tang Clan 4th Chamber lyrics lyrics

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4th Chamber Lyrics by Wu-tang Clan *sounds of fighting* [M]- Method Man [R]- Raekwon [G]- Ghostface Killah [U]- U-God [M] Yo what I'm sayin, come on man? [R] Yo Meth, hold up, hold up Yo Meth, where my Killer tape at ya? First of all, where my-- Where the fuck is my tape at? [M] Yo son I ain't got that peace son [R] How you ain't go my shit, When I let you hold it man [M] Yo niggas came over to have 40 and blunts kid The shit just came up missin' man [R] Come on man, that don't got nothin to do with my shit man Come on, go head with that shit [M] Come on man, I'll buy you 4 more fuckin Killah tapes man *knock knock* [R] Open the door man, what the fuck, man, yo what What's up [G] Yo yo, God, word is bond, yo, Shymeek just got bust in his head Two times God [word to mother] Real life God, you know Shymeek from fuckin 212 [yeah yeah yea] The nigga just got bust, niggas in the Black Land, god Word is bond, came thru God from out of nowhere, God Word is bond, I'm comin to get my Culture Cypher, god And it just--, word is bond, crazy shots just went the fuck off The nigga layin there like a fuckin new born fuckin baby God [G] Is he fuckin dead, what the fuck you mean is he fuckin dead god What kind of question is that B, what the fuck you think? The nigga layin there with this fuckin all types of fuckin blood Comin out of his-- [U] Easy, easy, easy, easy, kid [G] Yo God, whats up God, it's the God, god, word is bond I'm waitin to fuckin late, i'm ready to get busy [R] Let's go do- let's go do what we gotta do right fuck it [U] What's up yo, yo we out or what? [G] It's the god ya, fuck that We out, got a problem man What the fuck [U] Nigga still sweatin [G] What the fuck is you talkin about man, get the fuck outta here [R] Corn (Take that motherfucker) {WHAT? WHAT? GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!} {Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz} Word to the Camouflauge Large niggaz (Niggaz fuckin my body) Bring that fuckin meth in here (Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain and yo, set it off) Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN (down) As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving you more and more, like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks Aight? I kick it like a Night Flight! Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what? Twin glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, we going to war right now So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, Tical The FUCK you wanna do? For this micpiece du' I'm like a sniper, hyper off the Ginseng root PLO style, buddha monks with the owls So who's the fuckin man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox *sounds of fighting* "Wu-Tang style" Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The Scooby Doo, I pop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murderin the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode Slammin a hype-ass til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashback's how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill like me Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong winds up against your Abbott, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics *sounds of fighting* "Wu-Tang style" Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the squad Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE *sounds of fighting* "Wu-Tang style" My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Masta Killa Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow! Now it's all over Niggaz seein pink hearts, yellow moons Orange stars and green clovers Songwriter(s):

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