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Wu-Tang Clan - Tearz (Official Audio) ft. RZA, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Performer
RZA
RZA
Vocals
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
4th Disciple
4th Disciple
Scratches
Wendy Rene
Wendy Rene
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Songwriter
Johnnie Lee Frierson
Johnnie Lee Frierson
Songwriter
Mary Lou Frierson
Mary Lou Frierson
Songwriter
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
Songwriter
RZA
RZA
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer
Ethan Ryman
Ethan Ryman
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Mitchell Diggs
Mitchell Diggs
Executive Producer
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Executive Producer
Oli Grant
Oli Grant
Executive Producer
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Bring ya shit, bring ya shit Gimme ya shit ya (fuck that) I'mma blast you, I'mma blast you Man, what Yo shit, yo is that the God? Is that the God? Yo God got shot (don't move, don't move man) Shit, oh shit, move back, don't touch him don't touch him Oh shit (chill chill, stay calm) No no no, oh shit, who the fuck (Call an ambulance) (It's always the good ones that have to die) (After laughter comes tears) After your laughter, there'll be tears Yo check yo yo Check the script, me and the gods getting ripped Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip Had a box, Boom boom, the bass will blast We was laughing at all the girls that passed Conversation, brothers had began to discuss (Hey yo, Ra, remember that kid ya bust?) Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get far 'Cause I dropped him, heh heh heh heh heh ha Not knowing exactly what lied ahead My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer Didn't expect to come across a crazy gunner Hey Shorty, check it for the bag and the dough But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said, "No" Money splattered him, bow, then he snatched the bag Hit his pockets, then he jetted up the ave Girls screaming, the noise up and down the block (Hey, Rakeem) What? (Your little brother got shot) I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet I saw the blood all over the hot concrete I picked him up then I held him by his head His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was Aw man, how do I say goodbye? It's always the good ones that have to die Memories in the corner of my mind Flashbacks, I was laughing all the time I taught him all about the bees and birds But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words (After laughter comes tears) After your laughter, there'll be tears Me and my man, my ace big Moe from the shelter 'Bout to hit the skins from this girl named Thelma Now Thelma had a rep that was higher than her neck Every girl from Shaolin dissed her respect We was stimmy, you know how it is when you're blitzed Three o'clock in the morning, something gots to give Moe said he'll go first, I said I'll take next Here, take this raincoat and practice safe sex He seemed to ignore, I said, "Be for real She's not even worth it to go raw deal" A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do He got butt-naked and stuck the power U Twenty minutes went by, Moe I'm out without a doubt I'm not pumping up, I am airing out Hey yo carried on with the same old stuff With Stephanie, like a Whammy, he pressed, he came out laughing with glory I'm surprised, he's still living to tell his story But he his luck Moe tried to be down with OPP Ain't nothing wrong but he got caught with the HIV Now no life to live, doc says two more years So after the laughter I guess comes the tears There'll be tears (After laughter comes tears) After your laughter there'll be tears (After laughter comes tears) After your laughter there'll be tears
Writer(s): Jason S. Hunter, Corey Woods, Dennis D. Coles, Joseph W. Frierson, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Russell T. Jones, Gary E. Grice, Clifford Smith, Robert F. Diggs, Mary Lou Frierson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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