Listen to Put Your Hammer Down (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Inspectah Deck, U-God, Raekwon & GZA) by Wu-Tang Clan

Put Your Hammer Down (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Inspectah Deck, U-God, Raekwon & GZA)

Wu-Tang Clan

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Performer
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Performer
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
Performer
U-God
U-God
Performer
Raekwon
Raekwon
Performer
GZA
GZA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Coles
D. Coles
Composer
C. Smith
C. Smith
Composer
L. Hawkins
L. Hawkins
Composer
J. Hunter
J. Hunter
Composer
C. Woods
C. Woods
Composer
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer

Lyrics

Lay ya hammer (lay ya hammer) Lay ya hammer kid (lay ya hammer kid) They want the drama bring it to 'em Fuck 'em All rise meet the preacher this pro dueler been diagnosed Diabetic keptic I'm your host Lock the vanilla suede British Staten Island mall menace Otherwise posing as a dentist in my lenses Pinball machine gun rap spoke to Arafat Laundry maid honey can't blow in this hat What Is it raw now, change it around It's war now, the final countdown commences The battleground is twelve inches of wax paper Breaking down your defenseless senseless nature Pain stings with 'Ma Baker Twin towering I skyscrape ya Freedom come meet your maker Yo; Another sound boy's dying Crowd noise multiplying Don't let the fuzz slide in bust out the sirens Sure win lure 'em in like exotic women I smile with the sinister grin and finish him You're fucking with hoods, get ya goods pushed back Ya fraud, pull the wool off your Hollywood hat The track melts in half liquors have this brave meaning Supreme being being all that I can being Picture wavy beavers meat cleaving your receiver Fly sunny cheeba leather buckets dirty reefer Fast floatin grill residential honey hill Stainless steel rashes sheisty catch a money bill It's all gravy We floating through like the British navy Fresh design lady love the fade keep it wavy The mix drink - throw the dick in the drink Play it baby girl caught ya Exotic album Cuban Link Custom AV's beige panties who could front on these please Y'all niggas broke so much your uncle sells trees Yo; High ranked officials and armed tanks and missiles Blood drizzle simple fact you slept on the issue That before he started jerkin' off joysticks and Sega I made tapes a hundred watt amps Cerwin Vegas RZA fine tune it shipping meal units MC's ask, who be those rhyme killers in masks? No doubt difficult task to last in the square Beware infinite amount of darts is in the air I'm victorious no opponents and blast through components And microphones watch the whole world live the moment Anything anti that came approaching this Incapable lust speech remains motionless Lay ya hammer (Lay ya hammer) Lay ya hammer kid (Lay ya hammer kid) Lay ya hammer (Lay ya hammer)
Writer(s): Corey Woods, Robert F. Diggs, Clifford Smith, Lamont Hawkins, Dennis David Coles, Jason S. Hunter, Russell T. Jones, Gary E. Grice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out