Pearl Harbor Lyrics - Wu-tang

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles 

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel 

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees 

Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) 

Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) 

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) 

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies 

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me 

Yo, you ever been face-fucked with a four-fifth? 

Sweating, facial expression is stressing like 'oh shit' 

That's the shit that I don't like 

Non-rappin' rappers in the booth and they don't write 

Fuckin' stupid ass rappers 

Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers 

P! What it do, nigga? 

I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas 

I don't weirdo with queer clothes 

I share flows, when it enter your earhole 

Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty 

Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly 

Nigga, when Sean write hard 

Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars 

Pa, I'm the greatest of all-time 

How should we forget the latest with Alzheim's? 

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Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles 

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel 

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees 

Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) 

Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) 

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) 

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies 

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me 

Since, birth, I've been a fast learner, ask my earth 

That's my mama, kept a burner in her purse 

This murder in the first 

Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That's the curse 

I put everythang on it, that's 'The works' 

I'm in it for the perks 

'Cause it's not about the image, it's the thirst 

And how they kill your image with a verse 

A hater get it worse 

I'm telling every member of your church 

They gon' have to put your image on a shirt 

'Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin' 

That's everybody, I mean anybody 

I might leave somebody bleedin' 

Or watch me catch a homi', even hit you in the lobby 

Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin' 

Don't try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army 

Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons 

I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy 

You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin' 

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Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles 

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel 

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees 

Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) 

Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) 

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) 

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies 

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me 

Pass any test of litmus, workout at 24-Hour Fitness 

On the weekend, I'm sipping Belvedere with that citrus 

My dogs is vicious, exotic nympho broad for my mistress 

Life is good, live every day like it is Christmas 

Happy New Year—I do what the fuck I wanna do here, nigga 

Splash the handcrafted Gucci from the shirt to the shoe wear 

I crush the rings out, wife-beater tee with no wings out 

I got stamina, I'll long-dick a bird 'til she sings out 

La-la-la-la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga 

Back to heterosexual, I'm classic like Impala 

Plus, I'm federal, when it comes to making dollars 

Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me, fuckin' holla 

Power rings like the Green Lantern, last seen in a mean Phantom 

In the valley of Ohio, outside the town of Canton 

Or the grotty body projects in the Killa Hills of Staten 

Saw a redbone in my shower just looking like Paula Patton 

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles 

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel 

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees 

Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah) 

Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) 

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) 

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies 

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me 

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles 

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel 

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees 

Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology 

Shoot your old lady in her privacy 

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) 

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies 

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me 

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles