Kiss the ring ft inspectah deck masta killaftd-Raekwon

歌手 : Raekwon

专辑 : Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Pt II

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:09

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TXT Kiss the ring ft inspectah deck masta killaftd-Raekwon 文本歌词

Suga, come here, aiyo man, tell ya man

He better bring that f**king money here tomorrow, man

You, walk up in the joint with me, man

It's all real, yo, what up son?

Yo, hold the bottle, it's your night, nigga!

It's your night! *bottles popping*

Yeah, mad bottles!

Playboy! We out of here, man(Step inside, kiss the ring --- so salute, and toast to the best who done it){

Give it up for the

Wu-Tang Clan!}

When I step inside, kiss the ring,

Wu Familia

La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing

So salute, and toast to the best who done it

Murder rap shit,

I spit, for the vets who love it

By the time you read this letter

Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying

And I'mma be in bed like holders

Blood from a horse on your spread, you tried to play me now

I'm coughing up, dough on your head, you just a baby

See me in the flick as a

Rick, I had to maybe with me

All these niggas stay in the 90's, getting rich

Rick Ruler robe on with rings, walking to the throne

Fronting like

I know I'm the king,

I live alone though

Buying up,

China's Beemers, taking it to

Simon's in

MedinaOnly just to blind you and leave ya

These young boys is crafted with aim,

I bought 'em all

Fly ranches, cuz they all stand beside me with flames

Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you gon' witness some of the tactics

Some died, live in the action

A live general when he walk, if he died, then we slide

Ninety thou' in the coffin, and take the child

Black Jesus, check my walk, check my talk

Legend in the flesh and

I rep New

YorkCrowned king, been down to bang,

I'm House

GangKnockout specialist, in and out the ring

Got dinner tables long as boats with old kitchens

And Wu-Tang logos splashed on all the dishes

You know how

I speaks the truth, how

I teach the youth

I'm an animal,

I beast the booth

Been grinding, banging out for food to eat

Your boy still eating good, check my new physique

Since the world is mine,

I'mma write my name on the clouds

So that ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow

Now he's an old

Mafia don, from back when

He managed to survive the game, ducking fame

It's how he maintained, the

State of Grace, kept his lab laced

Ladies of a fine taste, kept his place guarded

While the young charted, found acquitted, all charges

And his heart loss and, marksmen take the contract

From the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made sense

He left no prints on the weapon, and he was blasting

Came home from prison stashing, still stacking

His whip still matching his kit, steel flashing

Hands quick, nice with his shit, three holy foods

Drops jewels, from a street corner level, young brother,

I'mma rebel

Here to instruct private soldiers to buck arms

Ya'll rap cats had your last win, toast the kings

It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the ring (2x)