The Monument
Wu-Tang Clan (ft.Busta Rhymes
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Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball
And make a mural out his face up on the damn wall
Niggas play hard and shit, if you know what's best for you
Y'all niggas better safeguard your shit
Even though we rep brass-knuckle rap
Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gat
Street niggas now the corporate boss
Still go to Yard restaurants for steamed fish and Irish moss
The way we do it and you see how my shit bomb
Your whole show wack and I'ma cancel your sitcom
Fuck your bitch raw 'til she tired and real calm
You ain't knowin' my name, tattoo on your bitch arm
The way we blow shit is a shame
Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin' a cork on the champagne
Roach you with a whole new approach
And lead a whole team of niggas, y'all
Should know I only ball like a coach
Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches
Let the mic lines hang, that slang is ridiculous
Emperor of warlords, big gun, only fuck with sawed-offs
That's my specialty, more to bust
Shout out my pet parrot, keep it gangsta, Lord
I analyze your worth, those that got murked were not established
Texture look classy, arm, baby, two thousand
Raspberry S-5, blowin' through Asbury
Soon to own steak houses, glowin' like Makeover
Thousand M them hoes, robbin' from pink houses
Show and prove, knockin' off cab drivers
God sodomize money, rape two hundred thousand
See the color of the carved-out Wu emblem
Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses
Limousines, automatic new Uzis in 'em
Yo, relax, cousin, just cruise through, jewels with 'em
Move up the block, giant box blast my song
Non-stop, strictly hip-hop, march on
Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high bias
Graphics capture with the colorful iris
I zoom in, while the listeners tune in
Some assumin' they paid dues and joined a union
Lost niggas couldn't rumble in this wild jungle
Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble
Divine master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed
He produce at unattainable realms of top speed
This powerful magnet that left 'em stagnant
Was unlikely encounters of larger fragments
Enfield rifle, scout sniper, shots precise
Starlight scope with the night vision device
Splendid marksman that'll shoot the one off the dice
Spit a grain of ice and one shot will kill 'em twice