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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.





the city
wu tang clan
That's black? What up God?
Aiyyo, Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?
Oh shit, yo, hold the fuck up

Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down
(Just enough)
Fuckin' around with my sound
(City)
Yo, bring backup
(City)
Fuckin' with me and mine murderous

Check it, yo, the world is shifty, we livin' just enough for the city
The rough witty killa bee sting just like the jiggy
My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone
Label them my anus and the casualty's home

It glows coffin, Wu stormin' like the light brigade
Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon as I decipher AIDS crime pays
The law's long arm be tryin' to strong arm, walkin' time bombs
Before I bomb firearm the calm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster

He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster
Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke
Get your back broke deep throat this murder I wrote
The antidote be seekin' like a buried treasure

By every measure lethally inject your whole sector
Wanted dead or alive rebel I escapes across the desert sand
Leavin' no footprints to trace keep a war face, in your place
Conceal the baby knives on the North breaks
I still shine in shady times

Yeah, yo we livin' just enough
(Livin' just enough)
Just enough, just enough, for the city
(In the city)

Yo, in the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey
Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me
We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns
Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs

Know the science be my Goddess
The facts tell gats sell like sex and violence
And break the project silence, a vision
This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison

Before we're all goners, now embrace the world
For the world war is ocean bomber visionary soldier comma
My code of honor, mind still start from the drama
Trauma sent the victim, witness them run, scream in horror

Military chopper come gun down the slum
The outcome do or die son it's bound to come
Mentally aware I see truth within the square
The future's here catch me on computer software

Warfare's inevitable, rebel I hold several government official
It's a thirty-eight special, that steps through
Like Nat Turner create a spectacle
I may die in the scuffle but I'm takin' forty devils

We livin' just enough
Just enough, just enough
For the city

Killa beez, sting Mcez, yeah, Wu




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