On That Sht Again - Wu-Tang Clan, Ghostface Killah, RZA

The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous

The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous

Yo, yo

Champagne nights on the corner mad heavy

Around the time when I was beefing with Wizzy

Starks, State, and Claybourne drawers

Dickin' bitches down, 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

Talkin' bout the ones you keep putting those commas on

And I’ma keep hope alive

'Cause mad lil' 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, gettin' 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, gettin' 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, gettin' 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, gettin' 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