On That Sht Again (feat. Ghostface Killah & RZA)

The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous (Yo) The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous (Yo) Champagne nights on the corner mad heavy Around the time when I was beefing with Wizzy Starks, State, and Claybourne drawers Dickin' bitches, they man come through Damn near kissed the ground Jumping out of big shit with Benetton pajamas on Line my soldiers up, strategize, then I move my pawns Should've been Italian how I'm getting that parmesan Talking about the ones you keep putting those commas on And I'ma keep hope alive 'Cause mad l'il niggas look up to me outside Breaking dawn blunted, yums in they mouth I drop a jewel, they see the C-ciphers then bounce Peace God, you see Rae, yo, tell 'em I said I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads I'll be back around 6PM Juma prayers around 1 o'clock Plus I gotta pick up these gems 'Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill, I'm supposed to be starring You know how I do, son Nugget stones with the blue ones And coming with me is a few guns I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, getting rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in Bet against me? You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, getting rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in Bet against me? You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless Peep this, I closed down the Kith store for thousand dollar sneakers Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie Hudlin From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous You can't outthink the RZA, nigga, I'll make your brain shrink My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc And yeah, I got that iron just in case the emcee think He can take it to the streets, then watch his ass become extinct Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex I turn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex Ayy, yo, last night my sugar was five hundred That Log Cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred That's thirteen units of insulin Brought it back down now everything is official in like Michelin Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan And all my old girlfriends is jumping on my dick again I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, getting rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in Bet against me? You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, getting rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in Bet against me? You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in