Sound The Horns Lyrics - Wu-tang Clan

(feat. Sadat X) 

[Intro: Inspectah Deck] 

Yeah, yeah... 

Yeah, yeah... 

Let's go... 

Yeah, listen... 

[Inspectah Deck] 

The sound of the horns says it's on 

We storm through like C. Thomas, Red Dawn 

Step like a don through the city, Deck bonds 

I get my hands dirty, Nikes scuffed, sweat pouring 

Still I stay fresh with the fly white linen 

Duece times 5, that's my type women 

Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5 tinted 

Brother Deck, what I rep, S.I., dig it? 

Fifty cal' flow, get low 

Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa 

Steady, heavy like the 5-2 Chevy 

Niggas ain't ready, I turn out your lights like Teddy 

Roll like dice in the casino 

Known to spit lava, Heat like DeNiro and Pacino 

Manny Festo, Wu-Tang Gambino 

Lay it down, then I fly off like the hero 

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"Wu-Tang!" 

"Wu-Tang!" 

[Sadat X] 

The Wild Cowboy number one 

G-O-D, how you gonna block out the son? 

Read my jacket, my achievements stretch like a warning track catch 

The in-crazable voice box, I throw you boys rocks 

Diamonds and jewels, a holiday, pros that fuck in schools 

I'm a tank, I stop panthers, take down stanzas 

Sixteen bars, keep the car running 

Broads stunting, feed ya self, kill ya self, take the pill 

Punks jump up to get beat down 

New York the sweet town I sorta, who's on tour? 

Who the vile, truth can say, you ain't a slouch 

Now Rule local, now I'm B.K. vocal 

Right out the X, you can work out your pecs and your back 

Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up, NJ'll turn the tune up 

I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got 

And I ain't down with getting crossed, and I never been the boss 

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"Wu-Tang!" 

[U-God] 

Yo, you're hog-tied, I'm roping them, bitches, I'm gropping them 

Open up your veins, cop three bags of Dopium 

Super soak these niggas, stroke with the magnum force 

Leak it in the streets quick, peep my secret sauce 

I keep it gloss, I'm suited up for my franchise 

Your coins is tossed, man-handle bad guys 

Scramble for my damn prize, crack cans of cold Guinness 

I'm like Seabiscuit, I'mma win by a photo finish 

Nigga, this ain't tennis, yeah, I ain't bluffing shit 

I be the street menace on my David Ruffin shit 

Police ain't cuffing shit, claiming I'm a crook 

Throw up my middle finger, I'm a hall of famer in my book 

Right hook, death jooks, great with my footwork 

Bubble through, got the W on my hood shirt 

Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes 

I'm that superhero with the brand new costume 

"Wu-Tang!" 

"Wu-Tang!" 

"Wu-Tang!" 

"Wu-Tang!"