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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Performer
Dhani Harrison
Dhani Harrison
Guitar
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Guitar
Stone Mecca
Stone Mecca
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erykah Badu
Erykah Badu
Composer
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Composer
George Harrison
George Harrison
Composer
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Composer
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Composer
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer
George Drakoulias
George Drakoulias
Recording Engineer
Steve Thomas
Steve Thomas
Recording Engineer
Steve Chahley
Steve Chahley
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Shh, shh, shh, shh, Wu, Wu, Tang, Tang The joy the flowers bring me, the pain still has me sinkin' All while my heart gently weeps Your smile has got me shrinkin', the tears in your eyes are twinklin' Because the heart gently weeps Snowy night, fiends basin', a raisin' in the sun was amazin' The joint on the dresser, a gauge went off Jumped up, fish tank, it fell and they stuck They shot her cousin LaVon, he owed a buck Willie was awful, pulled out the ratchet, let off two Grits fell on his leg, Kiana ripped the cold bowl He violent, an Island nigga with the talent Of six killers who just came home, from straight whylin' Robbin' everythin' in Macy's, Lacy, short haircut With long arms who fuck niggas, got four babies Yvette jabbed her, slapped her wig off, ran in the crib She did the dumb shit, my nigga then clapped her Lester, smoked Chester sister Vest, I heard it was a mess They ripped the apple out her throat, blessed her Hungry hyenas from Medina, all eight trainers Who got reluct', think fast and blast from Beamers I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clark's That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bar My mouth dried, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wally's down I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby She knew I hard the murders, a smack It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty You pulled your toolie, out on me motherfucker First thought was to snatch the ratchet Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin' I wrestled him to the ground, tussle, scuffle, constantly kicked him He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him Shots was whizzin', hittin' Clorox bottles Customers screamin', then the fagot ran out of hollows I had to show him what it's all about Next thing you read in the paper A man who came to kill gets knocked out I don't know why nobody told you Man's not supposed to cry Though we're just babies and you're so crazy How tears of joy bring so much life You on your way to the store nigga Grab me a Dutch, I'm mad as fuck My dude, my count was short when I was baggin' it up Now I need liquor, nigga pass me a cup What's up with Officer Brown? The other day he tried to shackle me up He killed Kase and now he hasslin' us This motherfucker got balls Even the gall to try and pattin' me up Time to re-up, let these niggas Know we back on the block With 300 off a G-pack Crack in the spot I don't know why, nobody told you Man's not supposed to cry Though we're just babies and you're so crazy How tears of joy bring so much life The joy the flowers bring me, the pain still has me sinkin' All while my heart gently weeps Your smile has got me shrinkin', the tears in your eyes are twinklin' Because the heart gently weeps
Writer(s): Erica Wright, Robert F. Diggs, Clifford Smith, Dennis David Coles, Corey Woods, George Harrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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