(feat. Method Man, Redman and DMX) Play that fuckin' track! Play that fuckin' track! Limp Bizkit, DMX Redman, it's right y'all, Method Man and we
Dergish love. Red cap, red shirt, red shoe strings. My .45 is a bitch, and I think she havin mood swings (Mood Swings?) You think them boys got guns watch
well cracker don't sleep Far from a goat, more like a black sheep Lamb of God, and it's odd That Allah is a man that don't need a tan And you can't stand
flexin microphone rippin heat holdin Wu testing ropeadope black lotus cant quote this Chat with the sword tounge duck when the axe is swinging while apache
reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here
So now you raise the flag of the blood race earth Freedom or death, and death unto birth, we carry on [Brother J] I am a man of the soil, crossroad walker
junction of three Collaboration in a style that's like funk To slap palms, swing arms Tap a soul Cause no rock rolls down our hill Yo black it's kinda
up, gee, man. - Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B? - Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man. - Yo man, Rakim and De La be up
Wave the peace sign, yo, word to the mother We are the Kings Of Swing rock shockin the rhyme Yo, to help free the black man in all mankind I'm glad to
a comb pick carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights too bright Ghost is comin y'all fix the mirrors Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man
scapegoat, well cracker don't sleep Far from a goat, more like a black sheep Lamb of God, and it's odd That Allah is a man that don't need a tan And you
' Flip, you see what we doing You see what we driving, you see how we living You see the rims spinning, you see the platinum grill Still man in it, uh
dangerous langu'atrocious, When I let this nutz hang, focus it's Wu-Tang. What the fuck's a Hootie And The Blowfish I wave my black flag at the roaches
(feat. Cappadonna, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, U-Go) [Intro: Method Man] Come on! Yeah... yeah.. Yo, yo. [Chorus x2: Cappadonna] Wu-Tang, we always
Westside run this motherfucker? (Hell Yeah!) I'm back up out the black smoke, ready for whatever ya bring I ain't talkin' that shit, I'll be the first to swing