Cobra Clutch Lyrics - Wu-tang Killa Bees The Swarm Vol 1 - Wu-tang Clan

Yo, yeah bitch 

Aiyyo, motherfucker 

Aiyyo, swallow it 

Aiyyo we dash log this bloody version of Glaciers 

Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor 

Say no more, my fat beat parked against the wall 

Trooper square holding, face don't give a fuck about the law 

Take off the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo 

It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal 

Look at my temple logo look familiar? It's power 

Yo, every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer 

Gucci sneaker rockin' just another form of Chessboxin' 

No cock-blockin', supreme clientele till I'm droppin' 

Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out 

Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it 

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Mark callin' Austin, Mark callin' Austin down in Boston 

Both of them dead, cop in the loft and 

Big chain swingin' nigga, Matchbox car drivin' 

Street whylin', Role' with the four-finger glidin' 

Watch him, scorchin' with spells and top toxin 

Amoxins 'til the stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin 

Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust 

Ghost'll keep shinin' 'til the sun bust 

Yo word up, born-to-be right behind the curtain 

With her nose out, sixty center get the Rover out 

Feather head heathens, teethin' on mic dicks 

When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga" 

Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs 

Because we spaz out 

Who is these righteous motherfuckers 

With they flags out? 

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Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin' at 

Allah's best, puttin' on the hits is no contest 

Now, who the hypest in New York City? 

(Wu-Tang) 

Radio stop shittin' on me 

I got fifty men out in the street 

Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve 

Is that it? 

(Is that what you're tryin' to tell me?) 

Aiyyo, the Moccasin money, one man behind the plate 

Hold it down honey-shallah rock the half man Gumby 

Twisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell drama 

One oh five point six lama 

Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Milagro Bean field 

Watch me inhale half of you, new attributes 

Teletronics, DBX, one sixty X 

Compression with the A and sharp press 

Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips 

Vanilla suckle with jasmine bits 

Five hundred rap battin' average 

One taste the bowl and blow up magic 

Houdini escapes from the fermenting hell halls of tragic 

Speaking to the First of April's 

Deep in the rap game erasial 

Excedrin head bredderns catch facials 

Side orders, one telephone for take out 

Stomp your man half to death, rob him then we break it 

Get off on the clove exit, knees dirty, chick now 

With low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of me 

'Cause it's law order today, we pay dues 

New tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube 

Deck the Halls, crush salary dice 

That's in [incomprehensible] hall 

Hey y'all, Peppermint Pattie's 

Slum my Peter Paul, Wrangler 

Straight laid the track when it's sag with one banger 

Interlude loop caused me to hang up 

Ticklish, Crunch berry niggaz 

At the flicks pissed off 

Standin' in the rain and can't find they whips 

Suckers, motherfucker 

Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out 

Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out? 

Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin' at 

Allah's best, puttin' on the hits is no contest 

Now, who the hypest in New York City? 

(Wu-Tang) 

Radio stop shittin' on me