THE MiLK – Wu Tang Tribute lyrics

I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore
Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down
A literate type asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt
And you watch a corny nigga fold
Yeah, they fake and all that
Carryin gats but yo, my Clan
Rollin like forty Macs
Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense
Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent
I wait for one to act up
Now I got him backed up
Gun to his neck now, react what?
And that's one in the chamber
Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger

Wu tang clan ain't nothing to fuck with,
Shame on the nigga who tried to run game the nigga,
Cash rules everything around me,
CREAM me the money,
Dollar dollar bill ya'll,
Dollar dollar bill ya'll.

I smoke on the mic like smoking Joe Frazier
The hell raiser, raising hell with the flavour
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tic toc and keep ticking
While I get you flipping off the shit I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
You battle, you're saying Goodbye like Kevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal.

Wu tang clan ain't nothing to fuck with,
Shame on the nigga who tried to run game the nigga,
Cash rules everything around me,
CREAM me the money,
Dollar dollar bill ya'll,
Dollar dollar bill ya'll.

First things first man you're fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fucking nurse
I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down that shit packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinking
Ason, unique rolling with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rolling with a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfucking.

(BRIDGE)

Wu tang clan ain't nothing to fuck with,
Shame on the nigga who tried to run game the nigga,
Cash rules everything around me,
CREAM me the money,
Dollar dollar bill ya'll,
Dollar dollar bill ya'll,
Dollar dollar bill ya'll,
Dollar dollar bill ya'll,
Dollar dollar bill ya'll