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Текст песни WU-TANG CLAN - Clan In Da Front

Intro: RZA Up from the 36 Chambers... Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* Hehheheh Wu-Tang Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm( )
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple The Brand White K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin man Wise the Civilized The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron Comin down from the motherfuckin South end of things Killa beez all over your fuckin planet Thirty-six chambers of death Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles Choppin off your motherfuckin dome... ...peace, and every fuckin borough Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island The motherfuckin Bronx, killa beez....*The sword? C'mon, give him the sword*Chorus: The GeniusClan in da front, let your feet stompNiggaz on the left, brag shit to deathNow hoods on the right, wild for the nightPunks in the back, c'mon and attract to...Verse One:The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is criticalFuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracleon 34th Street, in the Square of HeraldI gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald ---- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrowCuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrowand shine shine shine like gold mineHere comes the drunk monk, with a quart of BallentinePass the bone, kid pass the boneLet's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZAOne who just represent the Wu-Tang clickWith the game and soul, of an old school flickLike the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bidsClaudine went to Cooley High and had mad kidsso stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin ownI'll hang your ass with this microphoneMake way for the merge of trafficWu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal JacketsGod squad that's mad hard to serveCome frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deservesChorusVerse Two:The response while I bomb that ass, ";You ain't shit!";Your wack ass town had you gassedEgos is somethin the Wu-Tang crushSouped up niggaz on a stage get rushedI don't give a god damn, on the shows you didHow many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you knowI come sharp as a blade and I cut you slowYou become so Pat as my style increasesWhat's that in your pants ahhh human feces!Throw your shitty drawers in the hamperNext time come strapped with a fuckin PamperHow ya sound B? You're better off a quitter

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