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Do You Really (thang Thang) Lyrics - The W - Wu-tang Clan

Yo, this is a Wu-Banger two thousand and one noise maker 

off the hook guerilla anthem 

This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way 

And I'll smack the shit outta any of you DJ's 

that front on this shit. think I'm playin? 

 

[Hook x2 (Method Man)] 

I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs 

Do you really? 

I heard you niggas like to bang bang 

Do you really? 

 

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[StreetLife] 

I never been a fan of the fame 

I got love for the game 

Never lust for the dames 

I got dust in my veins 

Hit 'em off in the brain 

Kid talks but its lame 

Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane 

Spent a lot of dough, its so hard to explain 

And i fucked a lot of bitches off the strength of the name 

Wu Tang see me in the next Lex with the game 

Snowboarding down a ski range, its a blue and grey frame 

Keep, pointing the finger, I'm that nigga to blame 

The main reson why you duck the chain 

Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain 

And I'm leaving the rap game the same way I came 

 

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[Method Man] 

Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat 

Little Meth got my back, little pinky fat-fat 

Let me hit that (draws), contact, learn how to act 

Before you bring that drama the end; I'll fade to black 

Positive, I hate kids who tell me lies 

Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy 

Got 9 lives, 9 wives that dont listen 

Bitchin' their biological clocks is tickin' 

Wu limited edition hot off the presses 

I guess its, curtains for competition 

Method, runnin' 'em out, gun in my mouth 

The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house 

After midnight eatin' emcees chase through suburbia 

You tremblin', behind a crumblin' wall, surrenderin' 

Thats what you get, for rushin' in the direction I was bustin' 

Polish your sword, your shit is rustin' 

 

[Hook x2] 

 

[Masta Killa] 

1, 2, testin', testin', mic check wreckin' 

Step into the session 

Automatic weapon off safety 

Dont play me 

Butt brings all them things with silencers 

My clans liver than your average '85er 

Strive to stay alive 

I play for keeps in the streets 

Cos its real on the battlefield 

Shells hit the ground from the steel 

Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind 

Words combine when I rhyme to feed the blind 

Prepare my queen for battle and walk down 

I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance 

Game word bond, sword silenced 

Me in military fatigues bulletproof underneath 

Buy enough ammunition, go round and sweep the streets 

Of Brooklyn, Central, sugar-whipped the rental 

While I'm lickin out the window at y'all 

Fuck y'all 

 

[Hook x2] 

 

[Inspectah Deck] 

Yo, 

We thrive on street life 

We strive to eat right 

They blindin' these sight 

We tried to be nice 

They talk the small talk 

We walk the long walk 

We lost, they all thought 

They forced to fall short 

We rock for hard rock 

Rocked the hot blocks 

Shop and cop rocks 

Watch the top notch in action 

Begin to make your head spin 

Wu Tang my bredren 

We bang like veterans 

They came for record spins, taste the medicine 

Or face the double M, we came to trouble them 

Hustle them for their 20 mill then buckle them 

Enough to spin out the blue, bitches lovin' them 

Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten 

Stumblin' thug passions, it must've been 

 

[Hook x4] 

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