Artist: Wu-Tang Clan f/ DJ Kay Slay, Streetlife Album: The W Song: Do You Really (Thang, Thang) Typed by: Cno Evil, Tha Masta [Intro: DJ Kay Slay (Streetlife)] Yo, this is a Wu-Banga 2001 noise maker Off the hook, guerilla anthem This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way And I smack the shit outta any of you DJ's that front on this shit, you think I'm playin? (Tiiiicaaaaal) [Chorus 2X: Method Man] I heard you ladies got them thang thangs, 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 dame, I got dust in my veins Hit her off in the brain, kid, talks with a slang Sniff a little blow with the rap Eddie Cane Spent a lotta dough, 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 ran', 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'm leavin the rap game, the same way I came [Method Man] Now creap 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 Deacon, I favor black Positive, hate kids who tell me lies Despise 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 Method 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, what brings all them things but silencers My Clan is liver than ya average 85er Strive to stay alive, I play for keeps in the streets Cuz it's real on the battlefield Shells to 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 ammunitional rounds and sweep the streets of Brooklyn Central, sugar with the rental While I'm lickin out the window at y'all, fuck y'all (Yo) [Chorus 2X] [Inspectah Deck] Yo, we thrive off street life, we strive to eat right They blindin and need sight, we tried to be nice They talk the small talk, we walk the long walk We lost, they all caught, they forced to fall short We rock for hard rock, rock the hot block Shop and cop rock, watch the top notch In action, begin to make ya head spin Wu-Tang a brethren, we bang like veterans They pay for record spins, 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 passions, it must of been [Chorus 4X] *beat changes* [Intro: Allah Mathematics, (U-God) {Ghostface} ] The Meth nigga, I got this, I got this, I got this {Drive nigga} {Watch where the fuck you goin} (Shut the fuck up, dick face) [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 broad got stripped [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 of them 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?