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wu-tang clan - pearl harbor (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: method man]
no-no-no-no-no-no-n0body 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’

[verse 2: sean price]
yo, you ever been face-f-cked with a four-fifth?
sweating, facial expression is stressing like ‘oh sh-t’
that’s the sh-t that i don’t like
non-rappin’ rappers in the booth and they don’t write
f-ckin’ stupid -ss rappers
acting out of their character, i shoot and stab rappers
p! what it do, n-gga?
i f-cks with wu-tang and a couple of new n-ggas
i don’t weirdo with queer clothes
i share flows, when it enter your earhole
sh-t, it’s a thing of pure beauty
everything that’s spittin’ is written by yours truly
n-gga, when sean write hard
n-ggas do anything for it like klondike bars
pa, i’m the greatest of all-time
how should we forget the latest with alzheim’s?

[verse 3: pharoahe monch]
merciless with the flow, with the spit i’m ridiculous
i do not l!ck chicks, i do the beatbox on they cl-toris
like (imitating beatbox sounds)
the god represents sun, earth, moon, star
a beast on all fours, smack your chick on her keister
the conquistador rockin’ the mink on easter
never cease to amaze the crowd, a speech to famine (?)
when i talk on instagram, they won’t be shootin’ you with no cannon
smile, give ’em candid camera
you verses the god is godzilla verses gamera
enema, cannibal with animal instincts
think hannibal with the elephants channelling six tanks
new york n-gga ’bout to sl!ck quicker-picker-upper stick
d-ck her sister down, take the picture, get the number, cl!ck
pick six hitter (?) for the whole team
but the stick is still in the window, the sickest n-gga from queens
break it down

[verse 4: tek]
trill n-gga but i ain’t gotta say it
the way that i move, how i’ll display it
i talk less and i listen more
usually about the slow booth while cheffin’ up the raw
been throwin’ barrels to n-ggas’ medullas
since sl!ck rick been rappin’, while he was the ruler (once upon a time)
graduated school of hard knocks
when your mama was doin’ things for hard rocks
n.w.a. back in the day, o’shea
let the ak go in your face
drumroll
standing ovation, thug 1-o-1 was my motivation

[chorus: ghostface k!llah]
form better n-ggas, club night, no sparkles
forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
criminology, pea soup wallabees
ghostface k!llahs 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 p-ssy n-ggas shot at me
form better n-ggas, club night, no sparkles
forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
criminology, pea soup wallabees
ghostface k!llahs 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 p-ssy n-ggas shot at me
form better n-ggas, club night, no sparkles

- wu tang clan lyrics

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