Wu Crime Lyrics - Gza

[GZA] 

Yo, there's a rumor, that an inmate heard 

Salesman hiring, a convict of murder 

Bodyguard, who used to do physical fitness 

His business, is catching to terrifying the witness 

In the gym is where he gained his powers 

Boss was the pizzeria owner that rolled flower 

A made man, felt good to be made 

Turned murderer, extremely quick to upgrade 

But he still baked pies, and his cake would rise 

Like his enemy, he watched to take dives 

Allies, would retaliate the least 

Even the score, had a thousand guns, they would calibrate 

He sort of loss and double crossed, moved on them 

Swiftly, if worlds away, sit and shuttle off 

Horror in the 'Ville, without the Amity 

Scars upon the grill of your friends family 

Workers utilized and brutalized 

Informats scrutinized and crucified 

Wakes firebombed, functions shot up 

The jakes was not alarmed to damage the product 

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[Raekwon] 

Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT, Clansman 

With the sword that'll blow up a van 

When them peoples come, blow right past, mind your business 

I don't know nothing, they found his ho in the trash 

Barbeque wings, blings for my niggas that's true kings 

Sit up in the crib, catch supper and screw fiends 

Yeah, watching me, next time, scotch me 

I drink Crystal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler 

On wax, no 'dacks, just water, a doorag on 

I scratch waves, saying 'niggas is trash' 

Yo, learn how to write, beware, I pull up, he here 

I should of known, I had a clone, see weird 

Niggas'll get hurt, merked, dropped off in a new turf 

Trunk full of Siamese rats and gnats, yo 

I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches with big tits 

Five hundred shoe game switch 

Shake that shake, I bake, I live in estate 

That kill niggas over grits and steak 

You might get smacked with a mack eleven, or run off the road 

Or shot in McDonald's for fronting with fake niggas 

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[Killah Priest] 

Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Wall Street sixteen 

Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is supreme 

Ferociously, I rank general, a world's above self 

Conspicious, crime make me grab the nine off the shelf 

The dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the Phoenix with Jane 

Juggling cracks or playing with ninas 

The law of the streets, gangsta crave the beef to feast 

Fiends with plates and snake wanna eat 

Gazed at the spectacular rapper, niggas is Dracula 

Rap tours, Priest the hood ambassador 

Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never worry me 

Plots to my death, mic jack conspiracy 

Lyrically, I'm only afraid of my own ability 

Words that shape into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls 

Bringing down the mall, I ring around the store 

Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our face 

Hammers on our waist, cameras out in space 

The nickel plate, fake armor, will harm ya'll snakes