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Wu-Tang Clan (pronounced /ˈwuːtæŋ/) is a hip-hop group that consists of: RZA, GZA/Genius, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Method Man, Inspectah Deck, U-God, and Masta Killa. They are frequently joined by fellow childhood friend Cappadonna, a quasi member of the group. They were formed in (and are associated with) the New York City borough of Staten Island (referred to by members as "Shaolin"), though Masta Killa and GZA are from Brooklyn and Inspectah Deck is from the Bronx. Read more about Wu-Tang Clan on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License and may also be available under the GNU FDL.





careful (click, click)
wu tang clan
We are watchin' a home
Careful, careful, careful, careful

Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son?
Damn nigga, got fucked, shit, huh?
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point sun
Air tight grip on the God you
Now you best be careful
Can't dodge two [Incomprehensible] aimed at your domepiece
Father U C king police

Somethin' in the slum went rum pum pum pum
Somethin' in the slum went rum pum pum pum

Yo Rae it's been a long time son since we bust
Gunclap glaciers, ran the world and snatched paper
Return to the 36th chamber
Proceed with caution as you enter
We have an A P B, on an M C killer
Looks like the work of a masta'

Yo somethin' in the street went bang, bang
Makin' it hard for you to do your thang, thang
Somethin' in the street went bang, bang

Up in the boss game wildin', money to grab
I ain't fuckin' with crabs, out of state copped two labs
Hopped two cabs, back on the ave
Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dough rehab
Tryin' to re up, keep my feet up
Snake niggaz in the cut, hold the product
Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust
Niggaz you can't trust, dealin' with lust
Seen him at the ballgames with James

Somethin' in the street went bang, bang
Makin' it hard for you to do your thang, thang
Somethin' in the street went bang, bang
Makin' it hard for you to do your thang, thang

Somethin' in the hole went click, click
The boxcutter went click, click
Somethin' in the hole went, click, click
The boxcutter went click, click

These are the bones, bones from the grave of Houdini
G-Deini, Razoni noodles sprinkled on your embry'
Climb like the deficit, profits, death threats
To Israel slid through Bethlehem, bong on one wheel
Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's
Granddaddy Caddy was coppin' 6 G's
Begosh all that Oshkosh jumpers
Pink champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall bumpers

These camera guys, cause, turn your eyes
Sweat on the hammer fly, ways, of the Samurai
Newsflash bulletin, God's on the prowl
We full again, ruff men scuff timbs
Sonic bionic lens, Rza console
Is it Bush or the dole, front row of the Superbowl
Black gold in my soul, on a hoe stroll
Don't go boy, you on parole you don't know?

Someone in the back went clack, clack
Money is stacked, now bust your gun clack, clack
Someone in the back went clack, clack
Money is stacked, now bust your gun clack, clack

Made 'em throw they hands up, but then lay flat
Rat pack eat up, the average alley cat
Prepare for the impact when we contact
Known to drop backs that crack your hard hat
Must I show and prove, trust I, bust I
Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the buggy-I Benz
Who contends, Wu like the superfriends
Who's your rhymin' hero? Wu-Tang rules again

Someone in the back went clack, clack
Money is stacked, now bust your gun clack, clack
Someone in the back went, clack, clack
Money is stacked, now bust your gun clack, clack

Yo somethin' in the street went, bang, bang
Makin' it hard for you to do your thang, thang
Somethin' in the street went, bang, bang

Somethin' in the hole went, click, click
The boxcutter went click, click
Somethin' in the hole went click, click
The boxcutter went click, click

Somethin' in the slum went rum pum pum pum
Somethin' in the slum went rum pum pum pum




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