The W Album

Do You Really (Thang, Thang) Lyrics Wu-Tang Clan

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Wu-Tang Clan - Do You Really (Thang, Thang) Songtext

[Intro:
DJ Kay Slay]
Yo, this is a Wu-Banger 2001 noise maker
Off the hook, guerilla anthem
This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way
And I smack the shit outta any DJ's that front on this
You think I'm playin? (Yo)

[Chorus 2X: Method Man]
I heard you ladies got them thang thang, do you really?
I heard ya niggas like to bang bang, do you really?

[Streetlife]
I never play a fan of the fame, I got love for the game
Never lust for the dane, I got dust in my Range
Let her off in the brain, kid, talks with a slang
Sniff a little blow with the rap Eddie Cane
Spent a lotta dough, but it's so hard to explain
And I fucked a lotta hoe's off the strength of the name
Wu-Tang, see me at the next, flex with the game
Snowboardin down the ski rain, it's a blue and gray frame
Keep pointin ya finger, I'm that nigga to blame
The main reason why you tuck ya chain
Self proclaim, got a lotta props to gain
And I leave in the rap game, the same way I came

[Method Man]
Now creep with me, as I roll thru the Stat'
Lil' Meth got my back, so do Pinky Phat Phat
Let me hit that, contact, learn how to act
Before you bring that drama dee in, I pay the black
Positive, hate kids who tell me lies
These spy guys that wanna get high, but never buy
Got nine lives, nine wives that don't listen
Bitchin they biological clocks is tickin
Wu limited edition, hot off the presses
I guess it's curtains, for competition
Meth is runnin them out, gun in my mouth
The kid ya momma warned you about, tear down the house
After midnight, eatin MC's, change to a gremlin
Ya tremblin, behind the krimlin walls, surrendrin
That's what ya get for rushin, in the direction I was bustin
Polish ya swords, ya shit is rustin

[Chorus 2X]

[Masta Killa]
One two, testin testin, mic check wreckin
Steps into the session, automatic weapon off safety
Don't play me, but brings all them things but silencers
My Clan is liver than ya average 85er
Strive to stay alive, I play for keeps in ya streets
Cuz it's real on the battlefield
Shells hit the ground from the steel
Bullets travel, sun set fire to ya mind
Words combine, when I rhyme to free the blind
Prepare my queen for battle in war gown
I drank from the wine of violence, no tolerance
Gave word bond, sword silence
Me in military fatigue, bulletproof underneath
Buy enough ammunition to round and sweep the streets of Brooklyn
Senseful, sugar with the rental
While I'm lickin out the winnin at y'all, fuck y'all (Yo)

[Chorus 2X]

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, we thrive on street life, we strive to eat right
They blindin these site, we try to be nice
They talk with smalk talk, we walk the long walk
We lost, they all thought, they false to fall short
We rock for hard rock, rock the hot block
Shoppin cop rot, watch the top notch
In action, begin to make ya head spin
Wu-Tang a breadwine, we bang like veterans
They pay for record spin, taste the medicine
Or face the double M, we came to trouble them
Hustle them for they twenty mill then buckle them
Nuff to spend, out the blue bitches lovin them
Dozen men, with the force of a hundred ten
Stumblin, thug passion, it must of been

[Chorus 4X]

*beat changes*

[Intro: RZA, (U-God)]
The left nigga, I got this, I got this, I got this
{Drive nigga} {Watch where the fuck you goin}
(Shut the fuck up, dick face)
Turn that shit up, nigga
Get the fuck off the god
What you bout to get into god, yo yo yo yo

[RZA]
Got to check out The W, got to check out-- The W
I got to check out The W, got to check out-- The W
You got to check out The W, got to check out-- The W
You got to check out The W, gots to check out
We struggle, eat grits, and huddle with clicks
And rumble with clips and puddles will drip
You fundle our shit, the tunnel we thick
It's under the lip, this dog got slit

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo, hold on, turn that shit down, turn that shit down, yo
Muthafuckas is still right there, muthafuckas
Give me that, I'mma tear one of these muthafuckas up right now
I'mma tear one--
Here they come, here they come right now, here they come
Look like Raekwon, yo that (oh shit)
What the fuck, that's Rae and Busta in that muthafucka?
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