Lyrical Wu ft. Method Man & Redman Lyrics

Got these rappers out here lyin' bout the truth Even though his family black thought he was lyin' bout his roots

Had these two-faced gangsters out here lyin' bout the truth If this the stairway to heaven, leave em lying on the stoop

Tony Stark's in this element, got iron in my group

Some people dyin' it's evident, I'm ironin my suit

Y'all got gasoline drawers and fire in your boots I'm firin' squad fire, I say fire and they shoot

You slide on raw tires, just retire and regroup

If the troops are not inspired, my requirements recruit

To my environment's youth, I'm a general salute

Y'all chasin' the clout chasers, that's a trivial pursuit

I'm the type to pay attention and recoup and any payment from pagans who with satan I rebuke

I'm the proof, that hit him like a fact you can't refute

Don't be a lion in the jungle or be lyin

In the booth

Yessir , yo yo

I'm Gucci in my hood, I don't need it on the belt

I aced every card that was dealt

My food for thought, you can't yelp

Yo, look in the mirror with your middle finger, bruh, and go fuck yourself

Premium in a tank when a rapper wanna play My pen fully loaded, I ain't never shootin blanks

And I can laugh with you, but my money, I'm serious

I learned a lot in my school cafeteria I don't do toe-for-toe, eye-to-eye

My little bra, fuck you up, I ain't gon' lie

And just when you're out of breath

Fightin' off the ropes I jump in the ring like you said you unspoke

That's why I mind biz and work smarter My attitude don't give a fuck, avoid drama

So meet your new barber, I'm shapin' you up I'm grooming you like you wanna get the money you want