Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album:  Iron Flag
Song:   Ya'll Been Warned
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Method Man]
Eh, eh, eh, eh
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
Uh-huh, one-two, nigga (That's what's up)
Eh, eh, eh, Wu crew, eh, eh, Wu-Tang
That's what's up, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up

[Method Man]
Wu-Tang, nigga, +Crash Ya Crew+, laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
MC's with Gusto, ya'll ain't never "CB4"
El-Producto, yo, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, I'm the kid with the buck-toothed flow {*bottlepop*}
Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand
To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam
Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit
Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch
Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me
Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery

[Chorus X2: Method Man (with Masta Killa)]
(Y'all Been Warned) about them Killa Beez on the swarm
(Y'all Been Warned) You either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
(Y'all Been Warned) about them Killa Beez on the swarm
(Y'all Been Warned) You either step or get stepped upon
Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song
Lit blunts, +Clan in Da Front+, sayin "It's on!"

[RZA]
Try to Wu hate, duck - you can suck my ---
Watch the block get clear, when I buck my ---
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my ---
No telling which Clan man you got struck by
Chains get tucked when we walk by, Hawkeye
Arrows bein fired from crossbows, I talk fly
You can't Etch-A-Sketch of my rhyme threat
Try to bite my quote, you catch a throat strep
Soaked in sex, dope, you eat the Kotex
Bowflex, W crown, the ice 'olex
Up in the 'udio, with Wu you know?
John Blizzy, Ghost Deini, Rollie Fingers and them toolies, yo
Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an aimless folly
To try to detain the slang that we came to polly
Plus you didn't peep Irief, kid, you sleep
I seen cheaper shit, you in steep

[Chorus x0.5]

[Inspectah Deck]
Amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple
Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle
Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle
You ever hear me losin, one of y'all fix the panel
Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas
Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona
The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R
In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar
Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame
Hurtin third string players, first day in the game
It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come
Make the world shake with one continuous drum

[Chorus x0.5]

[Raekwon] (Masta Killa)
Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you)
Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard y'all forgot Wu)
Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too)
Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin at the cops too)

[Raekwon]
Eh-yo, my Wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest
Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, thug lookin the illest
Gorilla things, monster background with a history
You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here
Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here
Blasted, it's like cheba when I splashed it
Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass
I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods
Picture me stabbin you in the yard for R's
Kid soar Staten, nine Bin Ladens
Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in

[Chorus]