Shaolin Worldwide Lyrics - Wu-tang Clan

Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect? 

Wantin' respect, wantin' respect 

Never doubt the Life 

Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect? 

Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect? 

Who the fuck are you to criticize me? 

Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey 

Yo, respect, that's my word 

Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen 

All my life I've been poverty stricken 

Always took what's mines, never was given 

A second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision 

You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin' 

Quick to slip the clip in, blow you out position 

Street jurisdiction, nigga, no restriction 

Concrete composition for emcee's in submission 

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Special edition crash, course mission 

Push through like the task force to crush all competition 

See you from a distance, dry snitchin', whisperin' 

To your man posted up like two little bitches 

When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches 

Or find yourself with Del, sleepin' with the fishes 

I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas 

I can't stand the bid when that's all in my business 

Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted 

I get lifted, I just shoot somethin' from hot biscuit 

These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district 

Leave no finger prints and no survivin' witness 

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide 

It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide 

Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to 

Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. 

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Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go 

Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go 

Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go 

Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow 

Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana 

Ninja coma, piranhas crack teeth on my armor 

Scandalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda 

Death before dishonor, snake charmer 

Persona of one who makes drama 

Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin' a revolver in my Parker 

Bombin' unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder 

Fear the bow of the silent archer 

Sure shotter, I pass the rock to your starter 

Poison darter, news photographers document the horror 

While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda 

Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar 

Your highness, the crowd holler 

Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma 

Crowd sponsor, hotter than Bahama steam saunas 

The Rebel of opera, popped off the chocolate and the Gosha 

Monster truck crush you impostors 

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide 

It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide 

I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to 

Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. 

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go 

Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go 

Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go 

Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow 

I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential 

Overlooked 'cuz y'all can't understand what I been through 

You ain't got to love me or even pretend to 

Actin' like the street, they ain't got no street credentials 

Track villains, rats be killin' instrumentals 

They catch fillin' and slap a feelin' out ya dental 

Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials 

Up shit's creek lookin' for some more shit to get into 

Got the Clan jewels as I continue 

To serve you everythin' on that's on the menu 

With Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man 

Told you Wake Up? 

My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly 

Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me 

The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me 

Shaolin what? Don't get it fucked up and cross me 

Rappers gettin' stuck 

For actin' stuck up and flossy 

Say it ain't so, bust the calico 

Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go 

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide 

It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide 

Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to 

Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. 

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go 

Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go 

Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go 

Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow 

Wantin' respect, wantin' respect 

Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect? 

Wantin' respect, wantin' respect 

Wantin' respect, sharpest niggas in the