Ya'll Been Warned (feat. Method Man, RZA, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon & Masta Killa)
Wu-Tang Clan
Hip-Hop/Rap
21,845
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Tang Clan
Performer
Method Man
Performer
RZA
Performer
Inspectah Deck
Performer
Raekwon
Performer
Masta Killa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Diggs
Composer
Clifford Smith
Composer
Corey Woods
Composer
Jason Hunter
Composer
Patrick Charles
Composer
DeVon Harris
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
Mixing Engineer
True Master
Producer
Steve Thompson
Mixing Engineer
John Goodmanson
Mixing Engineer
Caleb Shreve
Recording Engineer
Jose "Choco" Reynoso
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wu-Tang, ****, that's what's up
Wu-Tang, ****, that's what's up
Wu-Tang, ****, that's what's up
Wu-Tang, ****, that's what's up
[Verse 2]
Wu-Tang, ****, crash your crew, laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me roar, Timbaland tree, weed galore
MCs with gusto y'all ain't never seen before
El Producto, pass that, you puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow
Oh, that's Meth' Man, southpaw, I throw my left hand
To that hardcore shit that even make the TEC jam
Oh, my goodness, trust me, ain't nothing like some hood shit
Gotta love my dogs, but ain't nothing like a good bitch
Strictly, if I'm goin' down, she comin' with me
Whole time screamin', "Oh, my God", ain't no mystery
[Verse 3]
Ya'll been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Ya'll been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until your fake ass gone
Ya'll been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Ya'll been warned, you either step or get stepped upon, ****
Uh-oh, I think they're playin' our song
Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin', "It's on"
[Verse 4]
Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye
Arrows bein' fired from crossbow, I talk fly
You can't Etch-A-Sketch, all my rhyme threat
Try to bite my flow, you catch your throat strep
Soaked in sex , dope, you eat the cold TECs
Bowflex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger, and them toolies, yo
Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly
They try to detain the slang that we came to party
Plus you didn't peep Irief, kid, you sleep
I seen this heap of shit, you in steep
[Verse 5]
Ya'll been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Ya'll been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until your fake ass gone
[Verse 6]
Yo, amidst the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple
Broadcastin' live from the pits of the battle
Wigs split and rattle, get shook out your saddle
You ever hear me losin', one of y'all fixed the panel
Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas
Who knows drama? Fathers of your whole persona
The mad doctor stay locked in the O.R.
In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar
Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame
Hurtin' third-string players, first day in the game
It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come
Make the world shake with one continuous drum
[Verse 7]
Ya'll been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Ya'll been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until your fake ass gone
[Verse 8]
Wave your gun, Killa (I got you)
Shoot this **** in his face fast, mumblin' (I heard y'all forgot Wu)
Wear your crown, black down (Watch the block, too)
Blow at y'all **** (Blowin' at the cops, too)
Yo, my wallets stay bulletproof, racin' in coupes
Yeah, we the realest, ultraviolet leathers on, peelin' this
Love lookin' the illest, gorilla things
Monster background with a history of pumpin' crack
Yap clowns, we all real in here
Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all **** know we here
Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it
Real reefer heads'll know the meaning of hittin' glass
I told y'alls, against y'alls, Ginsus avenge gods
Picture me stabbin' you in the yard for R's
Kid saw Staten, nine ****
Velours on, colorful drawers, lookin' all relaxed in
[Verse 9]
Ya'll been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Ya'll been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until your fake ass gone
Ya'll been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Ya'll been warned, you either step or get stepped upon, ****
Uh-oh, I think they're playin' our song
Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin', "It's on"
Written by: Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, DeVon Harris, Derrick R L Harris, Jason Hunter, Patrick Charles, Robert Diggs
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