Back in the Game

"It`s true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)<br>It`s a Wu-Tang official right here y`know<br><br>[Inspectah Deck]<br>Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we`re back to work<br>We took time off, while other rappers got jerked<br>Shit`s bout to change now, it`s a shame how<br>things ain`t the same but I`m back in the game now<br>And as we step in the door, we cause panic<br>Yep, the usual suspects, we at it<br>Vet status, y`all went a week with the belt<br>Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself<br>Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old<br>I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold<br>Crops with the prose where cops won`t dare go<br>Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes<br>Still me - always have and will be<br>Ill G - it`s silly to hate but feel free<br>Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay<br>And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday<br><br>[Chorus: Ron Isley]<br>Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now<br>My people bout to eat now.. shit`s bout to change now<br>Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now<br>Better catch up now.. shit`s bout to change now<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Uh, y`all see I`m in the street strugglin<br>Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin<br>Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin<br>Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin<br>Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in<br>And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life<br>Ante up cause if you blow the dice<br>on that O-Z, Dorothy ain`t goin home tonight<br>That`s on e`rythang, put it on the kids and the wife<br>Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke<br>Searchin for a quick antidote<br>Mo` money, mo` problems to cope<br><br>[GZA]<br>We were at the same table when the chips were checked<br>A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+<br>Just when you thought we would fold our hand<br>Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans<br>It was live on air but in between station breaks<br>I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes<br>Split the demos, put insurance on tapes<br>A safeguard against the crusaders in capes<br>If I double down they say the Gods are sharks<br>If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked<br>We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu<br>While the dealer promoted the full house venue<br>A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds<br>The high roller who got credit upon signin<br>They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of `em stunned by the hustle<br>Recourse of bluff game`s your muscle<br><br>[Chorus] - 0.75X<br>[Raekwon] Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!")<br>[R. Isley] Shit`s bout to change..<br><br>[Raekwon the Chef]<br>Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on<br>how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch<br>Banana coat matchin with the ratchet<br>Lil` black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin<br>Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird<br>Flow through your hood in the mean tints that`s giant<br>It`s like the family that flipped on you for lyin<br>Buried you alive, left your whore cryin<br>We on your floor look more doors<br>Dey ain`t ate either, I hope y`all niggaz is armed<br>And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix<br>Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich wear<br><br>[Ghostface Killah]<br>Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio<br>Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process<br>Everybody switched they names like<br>Whatcha call it, any fast (?)<br>It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches<br>Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy<br>Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through<br>We had to stay hood cause that`s who we been through<br>RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power<br>Proof that power plastered divine classical lines<br>Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable<br>Now niggaz with the radical shines<br>It`s Ghost-Deini, every coast need me<br>We back motherfucker that`s right, it`s the W.T.C.<br>World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan<br>We brought so much heat that we was givin you tans an` shit<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>{*Ron Isley ad libs to fade*}