'97 Mentality Lyrics - Wu-tang Killa Bees The Swarm Vol 1 - Wu-tang Clan

Yo, it's the burial ground sound, Dunn 

It's real out here 

Staten Island puttin' chills in y'all niggaz 

Forever in it, yo 

My devastatin' hot '97 Mentality 

Keep me on point for my four digit salary 

Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie 

I'm soon to be seen, on the TV screen 

Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Sheen 

Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council 

Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil 

Never limit to the diction, 'cause chaos to mixin' 

Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission 

Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze 

Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze 

Through the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad 

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Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage 

If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers 

My word of mouth, it's all real wigs might peel 

Livin' large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage 

Twenty-four diamond government named God 

Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill 

Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin' large 

Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin' me down 

AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound 

Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun 

Method forcin' J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground 

Realizin' food for thought is self-compromisin' 

Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin' 

Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin' 

Hopin' I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel 

Instead of catchin' bodies, niggaz not keepin' it real 

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Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores 

That's my type of niggaz I be wantin' on my tours 

Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne 

Ruckus in the square, I stay rough like the Clan 

Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand 

Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin 

Defy interactive project Children of the Corn 

Gats and my man, keep 'em bustin' till he's gone 

Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn 

'Donna come through everyday my uniform 

Changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches 

Crackhead niggaz get stitches 

So what up with that kid, danger when I attack kid 

Watch how the slang hits you, just like the fat kid 

Form another pyramid, look how we slid 

All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic 

On a twenty dollar bill all in it together 

You can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean? 

To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard 

Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard 

Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution 

Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution 

To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard 

Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard 

Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution 

Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution 

To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard 

Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard 

Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution 

Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution 

To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard 

Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard 

Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution 

Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution 

To the year, to the year Born God all the Gods strike hard 

Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard 

Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution 

Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution