Clan In Da Front (feat. RZA & GZA)

"Take the sword"

"The sword? Come on, give him the sword"

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp

**** on the left, brag **** to death

Hoods on the right, wild for the night

Punks in the back, come on and attract to

The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical

****in' with my style is sort of like a miracle

On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald

I gamed Ella, the **** caught a Fitz like Geral-

-dine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow

'Cause the **** 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 Ballantine

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 clique

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 mother****in' own

I'll hang your **** with this microphone

Make way for the merge of traffic

Wu-Tang's comin' through 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

**** on the left, brag **** to death

Hoods on the right, wild for the night

Punks in the back, come on and attract to

No response while I bomb that ****

You ain't ****, your wack-**** town had you gassed

Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush

Souped-up **** on a stage get rushed

I don't give a **** on the shows you did

How many rhymes you got or who knows you, kid

'Cause I don't know you, 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? Ah, human feces

Throw your **** drawers in the hamper

Next time, come strapped with a **** Pamper

How you 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

In a way 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 **** with those in the major leagues

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp

**** on the left, brag **** to death

Hoods on the right, wild for the night

Punks in the back, come on and attract to

The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical

**** on the left, brag **** to death

Hoods on the right, wild for the night

Punks in the back, come on and attract to

Hoods on the right

Punks in the back, to what

Yo, yo, yo, man, hold up, hold up

Yo, Meth, where my killer tape at?