Artist: Wu-Tang Clan f/ Polite Album: Iron Flag Song: Uzi (Pinky Ring) Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: U-God] Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo [U-God] It's that pinky ring shit, the legend unmask-ed Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic Super-bad, who am I? Dolomite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handled my plastic, gunplay I mastered The potent, dope, mixed down with acid On record, broke it down and craft it in seconds Ladies choke, the Golden voice still peppin' Better respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I aired out the show room, the shit could breathe Fix ya weave, you know my expertise [Chorus: Polite] I got my uzi back {Ya dudes is wack, face it, the Wu is back} I got my uzi back {Ya dudes is wack, face it, the Wu is back} [Raekwon] Take it back to the ficals, leanin', gettin' REC Room points We in rump, in Cali switchin' joints Major general niggas, five-star, both arms rock When coke drop, we read a hundred niggas' palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash for heavy cops We paid the Thai, now the nigga all smashed Gash, watch it burn up fast The suede down, hatin' me now, you studdered, get ya fingers off the glass! [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Yo what the fuck y'all.. Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for? Get the fuck away from mine, dog We got big guns in here, coke over there One blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair In this, boss hog, Black & White, pig with the pink lips Still thought he was soft to leave in his fingers This shit had me dyin', yo, big fat nigga all bleedin' Big Kap nigga, all seasons On the beast truck, stuck with wine Iced diamonds twice, the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doo-doo Picture the fourth iced-out eighteen-karet rapper between Noodles [Chorus] [RZA] I'm from Killa Bee headquarters, full whips and sported up I saw dunny sip the D from my iced-out cup With the blood, two-way vibratin' off the hip I just took three drags off that honey-dipped What you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'? Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin' Read the headline that was blast on today's post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably was in the Doc Doom's back trunk (SUU!) I'm up in the Wu library, readin' Malcolm's _By Any Means Necessary_ [Method Man] John John, Bacardi straight up, hold the ice Hold mics just like New York, they had to name him twice Name ya price, I +BlackOut!+ then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife "Don't fuck with mine", Clan gave ya lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the Sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us, that's all we got Whether ya ball or not, ya could all get shot [Inspectah Deck] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code named Charlie Horse, bust with blind force I smash, set and wreck it for cash credit And check ya crash test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap baracuda, three-x-l cahuna Sure to get it percin' and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin', feel what I feel, then we can merge then Weavin' through the states in V-eight's and twelves My weight sail, fuck with me, then brace yaself The Noble, Sir I, mass mogul Known to blast vocals and move global on you locals [Masta Killa] This is grown man talkin', coward eye, split ya head I'm from the East where the streets run red From the bloodshed, hit Chef for the rice and peas 'Nough respect, father enter 'em, we're at ease My brothas can't wait to squeeze the automatic Maybe to wreck, a drug dealer need an addict Front rollin' ninety-five, sting like a Killa Bee Ya hands can't hit what ya eyes can't see [GZA] From dark matter to the Big Crunch The vocals came in a bunch, got one punch Read glimpse from the, swiftly advanced, proved the unstoppable Reputation enhanced since the cause was probable To compare and contrast but don't blast Dukes scream back with a pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one, became all Shot him with the long forgotten, rainfall Delivered in the brutal fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out on the ground to pave streets [Chorus] "SUU!" -> RZA (cut and stratched)