Clan In Da Front Lyrics - Enter The Wu-tang (36 Chambers) - Wu-tang Clan

Up from the thirty six chambers 

It's the ghost 

Killah 

Wu-Tang 

Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm 

Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm 

Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm 

Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm 

The Rza, the Gza, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U God 

Ghostface Killah, The Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, The Masta killa 

Raw Desire, Levon, Power Cipher 

Twelve o'clock, Sixtysecond Assassin, The Fourth Disciple 

The Brand White, K.D. the Down Low Wrecka 

Shyheim AKA the Rugged Child 

Due Due Lilz, Mista Hezakiah better known as the Yin and the Yang 

The True Master, Ason, DJ Skane, the True Robocop comin' through 

Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized 

The Shaolin soldiers, Daddy O and Poppa Ron 

Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of things 

Killa beez all over your fuckin' planet 

Thirty six chambers of death 

Three hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles 

Choppin' off your motherfuckin' dome 

Peace and every fuckin' borough 

Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island 

The motherfuckin' Bronx, killa beez 

The sword, c'mon, give him the sword 

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Clan in da front, let your feet stomp 

Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death 

Hoods on the right, wild for the night 

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to 

The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical 

Fuckin' wit my style is sort of like a miracle 

On 34th street in the Square of Herald 

I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a fitz like Gerald 

Geraldine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow 

'Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow 

And shine, shine, shine like gold mine 

Here comes the drunk Monk, with a quart of Ballentine 

Pass the bone, kid pass the bone 

Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the Gza 

One who just represent the Wu-Tang click 

With the game and soul, of an old school flick 

Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids 

Claudine went to Cooley high and had mad kids 

So stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin' own 

I'll hang your ass with this microphone 

Make way for the merge of traffic 

Wu-Tang's comin' through with full metal jackets 

God squad that's mad hard to serve 

Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves 

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Clan in da front, let your feet stomp 

Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death 

Hoods on the right, wild for the night 

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to 

The response while I bomb that ass, you ain't shit 

Your wack ass town had you gassed 

Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush 

Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed 

I don't give a goddamn, on the shows you did 

How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid? 

'Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know 

I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow 

You become so pat as my style increases 

What's that in your pants ahh human feces 

Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper 

Next time come strapped with a fuckin' pamper 

How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter 

I'm on the mound G and it's a no hitter 

And my DJ the catcher, he's my man 

Anyway he's the one who devised the plan 

He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout 

I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike 'em out 

So, it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue 

You can't fuck with those in the major leagues 

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp 

Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death 

Hoods on the right, wild for the night 

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to 

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp 

Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death 

Hoods on the right, wild for the night 

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to 

Hoods on the right 

Punks in the back 

To what 

Niggaz on the left 

Hoods on the right 

Punks in the back 

To what? 

Let your feet stomp 

Brag shit to death 

Wild for the night 

Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death 

Hoods on the right, wild for the night 

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to 

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp