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Wu-Tang Clan – On That Sht Again lyrics
[Intro: RZA]
The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo
Champagne nights on a corner mad heavy
Around the time I was beefing with Wizzy
[?]
Takin' bitches then they man come through
Damn near kissed the ground jumping out of big shit with [?] 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, [?] in their mouth
I drop a jewel, they see these cyphers then bounce
Please God, you see [?] tell 'em I say
I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads
I be back around 6PM
[?] around 1 o'clock
Plus I gotta pick up these gems
Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden
[?] 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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2: RZA]
Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis
I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless
Peep this, I closed down the [?] store
With thousand dollar sneakers
Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin
Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie [?]
From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles
The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
You can't out think the RZA, nigga I make your brain shrink
My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc
And yeah I got that iron just incase the emcee think
He can take it to the streets then watch his ass become extinct
Like a tyrannosaurus rex
I [?] your fuckin' face to [?]
[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Ay yo last night my sugar was 500
That log cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred
That's 13 units of insulin
Brought it back down now everything is official like Michelle, and
Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan
And all my old girlfriends are jumping on my dick again
[Chorus]
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
The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo
Champagne nights on a corner mad heavy
Around the time I was beefing with Wizzy
[?]
Takin' bitches then they man come through
Damn near kissed the ground jumping out of big shit with [?] 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, [?] in their mouth
I drop a jewel, they see these cyphers then bounce
Please God, you see [?] tell 'em I say
I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads
I be back around 6PM
[?] around 1 o'clock
Plus I gotta pick up these gems
Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden
[?] 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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2: RZA]
Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis
I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless
Peep this, I closed down the [?] store
With thousand dollar sneakers
Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin
Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie [?]
From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles
The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
You can't out think the RZA, nigga I make your brain shrink
My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc
And yeah I got that iron just incase the emcee think
He can take it to the streets then watch his ass become extinct
Like a tyrannosaurus rex
I [?] your fuckin' face to [?]
[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Ay yo last night my sugar was 500
That log cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred
That's 13 units of insulin
Brought it back down now everything is official like Michelle, and
Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan
And all my old girlfriends are jumping on my dick again
[Chorus]
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
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