Clan In Da Front (Explicit)
Wu Tang Clan"Clan In Da Front (Explicit)" เป็นเพลงของ Wu Tang Clan, 1993, Pop ความยาว 4:04, 85 lines / 691 words
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0:00Up from the 36 Chambers
0:03Heheh it's the Ghost..(Face)..(Killahh) Hehheheh
0:10Wu-Tang
0:11Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm
0:14Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm
0:16Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm
0:19Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm
0:21The RZA the GZA Ol Dirty Bastard Inspectah Deck U-God
0:25Ghost Face Killer the Method Man Raekwon the Chef the Master Killer
0:30Raw Desire LeVon Power Cipher
0:34Twelve O'Clock Sixty Second Assassin the 4th Disciple
0:37The Brand White
0:40K D the Down Low Wrecka Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child
0:44Doo-Doo Wales Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang
0:49The Tru Masta Asan DJ Skane The Tru Robocop comin thru
0:52Scientific Shabazz my motherf**kin man Wise the Civilized
0:56The Shaolin Soldiers Daddy-O and Popa Ron
1:00Comin down from the motherf**kin South end of things
1:03Killa beez all over your f**kin planet
1:05Thirty-six chambers of death
1:07Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
1:08Choppin off your motherf**kin dome
1:11Peace and every f**kin borough
1:12Crooklyn Manhattan Queens Staten Island
1:16The motherf**kin Bronx killa beez
1:19(The sword C'mon give him the sword)
1:20Clan in da front let your feet stomp
1:22Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death
1:24Now hoods on the right wild for the night
1:29Punks in the back c'mon and attract to
1:31The Wu is comin thru the outcome is critical
1:33F**kin wit my style is sort of like a Miracle
1:36On 34th Street in the Square of Herald
1:38I gamed Ella the b**ch caught a Fitz like Gerald
1:41Ine Ferraro who's full of sorrow
1:42Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
1:45And shine shine shine like gold mine
1:48Here comes the drunk monk with a quart of Ballentine
1:50Pass the bone kid pass the bone
1:52Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones the GZA
1:55One who just represent the Wu-Tang click
1:57With the game and soul of an old school flick
2:01Like the Mack and Dolemite who both did bids
2:04Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
2:09So stop the life you save may be your motherf**kin own
2:15I'll hang your a** with this microphone
2:19Make way for the merge of traffic
2:20Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets
2:21God squad that's mad hard to serve
2:23Come frontin hard then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
2:24Clan in da front let your feet stomp
2:26Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death
2:27Now hoods on the right wild for the night
2:29Punks in the back c'mon and attract to
2:31The response while I bomb that a** "You ain't sh*t "
2:34Your wack a** town had you gassed
2:36Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush
2:38Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed
2:41I don't give a god damn on the shows you did
2:43How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid
2:46Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know
2:48I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
2:51You become so Pat as my style increases
2:53What's that in your pants ahhh human feces
2:56Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
2:58Next time come strapped with a f**kin Pamper
3:01How ya sound B You're better off a quitter
3:03I'm on the mound G and it's a no-hitter
3:06And my DJ the catcher he's my man
3:08Anyway he's the one who devised the plan
3:11He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
3:13I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out
3:16So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
3:18You can't F**K with those in the major leagues
3:20Clan in da front let your feet stomp
3:23Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death
3:25Now hoods on the right wild for the night
3:27Punks in the back c'mon and attract to
3:31Clan in da front let your feet stomp
3:33Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death
3:36Now hoods on the right wild for the night
3:38Punks in the back c'mon and attract to
3:40Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death
4:01Hoods on the right wild for the night
4:04Punks in the back c'mon and attract to
Up from the 36 Chambers Heheh it's the Ghost..(Face)..(Killahh) Hehheheh Wu-Tang Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm The RZA the GZA Ol Dirty Bastard Inspectah Deck U-God Ghost Face Killer the Method Man Raekwon the Chef the Master Killer Raw Desire LeVon Power Cipher Twelve O'Clock Sixty Second Assassin the 4th Disciple The Brand White K D the Down Low Wrecka Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child Doo-Doo Wales Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang The Tru Masta Asan DJ Skane The Tru Robocop comin thru Scientific Shabazz my motherf**kin man Wise the Civilized The Shaolin Soldiers Daddy-O and Popa Ron Comin down from the motherf**kin South end of things Killa beez all over your f**kin planet Thirty-six chambers of death Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles Choppin off your motherf**kin dome Peace and every f**kin borough Crooklyn Manhattan Queens Staten Island The motherf**kin Bronx killa beez (The sword C'mon give him the sword) Clan in da front let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death Now hoods on the right wild for the night Punks in the back c'mon and attract to The Wu is comin thru the outcome is critical F**kin wit my style is sort of like a Miracle On 34th Street in the Square of Herald I gamed Ella the b**ch caught a Fitz like Gerald Ine Ferraro who's full of sorrow Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow And shine shine shine like gold mine Here comes the drunk monk with a quart of Ballentine Pass the bone kid pass the bone Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones the GZA One who just represent the Wu-Tang click With the game and soul of an old school flick Like the Mack and Dolemite who both did bids Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids So stop the life you save may be your motherf**kin own I'll hang your a** with this microphone Make way for the merge of traffic Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets God squad that's mad hard to serve Come frontin hard then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves Clan in da front let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death Now hoods on the right wild for the night Punks in the back c'mon and attract to The response while I bomb that a** "You ain't sh*t " Your wack a** town had you gassed Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed I don't give a god damn on the shows you did How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow You become so Pat as my style increases What's that in your pants ahhh human feces Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper Next time come strapped with a f**kin Pamper How ya sound B You're better off a quitter I'm on the mound G and it's a no-hitter And my DJ the catcher he's my man Anyway he's the one who devised the plan He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue You can't F**K with those in the major leagues Clan in da front let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death Now hoods on the right wild for the night Punks in the back c'mon and attract to Clan in da front let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death Now hoods on the right wild for the night Punks in the back c'mon and attract to Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death Hoods on the right wild for the night Punks in the back c'mon and attract to
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