Wu-tang Lyrics - Dopium - U-god

You ain't heard us in a minute, you heard us in a minute, man 

(Wu-Tang!) 

I keep banging on you niggas, finger on my trigger, man 

(Wu-Tang!) 

I love bankrolls, stank hoes, camera shots, Kangols, bangles 

Pink records, check it, yeah, I make those 

More paper than Kinko's, check my lingo, bingo 

On my face, honey, not a wrinkle, trinkle 

My twinkle twinkle, make your toenails crinkle 

Twist up a dinkle, and honey, let's mingle, jingle 

When the nightfall, I'm tight with my white walls 

The greedy pain, draining on my life force 

Behold the pale white horse, the hype loss with tight jaws 

Fight law off, cuz I don't like ya'll 

Huh, I'm from the tar pits, the hard target to squash the market 

You're brain washed, watch the starships 

I make cars flip, Deck bomb atomic, Islamic arms 

Kiss the comet, this time, he's gone 

I grip the don, rip arms out the socket, cock it 

Fly logic, now watch me sky rocket, watch it 

Hot as the tropic get, bulletproof asaphogus 

Steel cage confidence, burn it on a floppy disc 

Swerve the metropolis, my whole team in back of me 

You just a half of ki, I'm a coke factory 

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You ain't heard us in a minute, you heard us in a minute, man. 

(Wu-Tang!) 

I keep banging on you niggas, finger on my trigger, 

man. 

(Wu-Tang!) 

Yo, thank god it's Friday, like it's just me and my chick 

Cruising the highway, she twisting my piff 

You see I'm living proof that crime pay, the type that go at a bitch 

The type to shoot the gift, and blow every clip 

I know this money like the back of my hand, you get the back of my hand 

Just like a fiend who took a package and ran 

Po-po be hopping out of passenger vans, harrassing niggas in Park Hill 

For marked bills, ratchets and grams 

So I move like I'm ducking a charge, I'm trying to set up shop 

Get this gwop, get the fuck out of dodge 

Most my niggas like to puff in the car, most these hoes emotionally scared 

And keep the works stuffed in they bras 

This is ghetto rap, where the pot be calling the kettle black 

My bullets trynna see where they head is at, I'm heading back 

To the slums, back to the block, I got the Clan on my back 

And you know we heading back to the top, nigga 

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You ain't heard us in a minute, you heard us in a minute, man. 

(Wu-Tang!) 

I keep banging on you niggas, finger on my trigger, 

man. 

(Wu-Tang!) 

You ain't heard us in a minute, you heard us in a minute, man. 

(Wu-Tang!) 

I keep banging on you niggas, finger on my trigger, 

man. 

(Wu-Tang!)