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Lyrics >> Artists - Letter W >> Wu Tang Clan >> Wu-Tang Killa Bees The Swarm Vol 1 >> Bastards

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Bastards
From Wu-Tang Killa Bees The Swarm Vol 1
By Wu Tang Clan




[Ruthless Bastards] 
[Verse one:] 
Check it, these cold days got me in a physical rage 
Walking through the dark path in this invisible maze 
My individual is criminal but lyrical plays 
A big part in my life in this critical state 
Apocolypse, twist up the bamboo 
Swine life I cant handle 
Cock the mack candle, pop the Jack Daniels 
Im a shine like candles in a blackout 
Your guaranteed to fall before the last bout 
Fuckin wit Ruthless you assed out 
The size of these guns a make you pass out 
Im like hollow tips the way I blast out 
Its all revolving, too much problems, no solving 
Ask me what Im involved in, Im a say robbin and mobbin 
Im runnin this shit nigga joggin  
No thanks for livin on Thanksgiving Im still starvin 
  
[Verse two:] 
Yo, Im not new to this, Im true to this 
What you gonna do to lips? 
Man if I tell you one more time Ive been doin this, mound u loopbp 
Ruthless be wettin these clowns up 
Yo partner turn that sound up  
Reverse the crowd round up 
And this one, new on the block just like a rookie 
Frontin like he hard dunn he mustve ate some thug cookies   
No evidence plus I heard his clique be on that tellin shit 
You let him sell a bit so bustin hims irrelevant 
Just get these presidents, the reallest thing man lust 
Once the papers in my hand its like I got a roush 
Aint gainin trust, cause man I aint tryina get bust 
Run for cover, pull a trigger, watch em all turn to dust 
A ribbon in the sky, I watched his mom dukes cry 
Too bad her son had to die for startin up the two four five 
Guns never lie, chains like slaves go but heavy 
Down in my belly, attatched to my waist is a celly 
For plannin funerals and gettin niggas buried 
I wanna lead this life but I can hear it callin me like R. Kelly 
  
[Verse three:] 
Shoeless shine like sunny days 
My style on the loose like runaways 
Its crazed in the battle get you open like a bag of purple haze 
When hell get fucked up 
Cant hang slow the fuck up, I represent Staten 
Push my buttons you get stuck up 
I love thick bitches so ooh keep your ass shakin 
I be money makin, In nive seven I like em taken 
Fuck fakin wilden and breaken, in the club gettin my groove on 
The gat in my Tims just incase you wanna move on  
Been off the Bacardi to Moe 
Slayin this chick off that keeps sweatin my body so (who can love you like 
me) 
 
[Verse four:] 
Sagoddi, swingin tux wit wallys  
Yall niggas dont wanna try me 
For them presidents by now Ill leave you dead 
Filled up wit hot lead, hollow heads for you thug breds 
Its the righteous, life is trifeless, challenges and sacrifices (tell em 
son) 
Ruthless cause we flip tracks, pack gats, and give slices 
A poor heistess, you think your nice now meet the nicest 
Son a actress, stick him like a cactus, bouce like a matress 
Teflon fatigues if you try to wack this 
You aint know it was cold on these streets 
Only time its warm dunn when I got the heat 
Drag my knicks and five eights, I need a gimick to compete 
Triggas, Im squeazin em at the crossroad Im leavin em 
They got the guard locked I got knocked so I could be wit them 
 
[Verse five:] 
Attack wit tactics, thats fantastic that for realah 
Throw me cuts to chop the beat wit your five claws 
Create tracks that blow the hinges off the doors 
Thats all I can stands and I cant stands no more 
Whirlwind mind spins off Seagrams gin 
Started all over and dont know where to begin 
Extreme measures got my thoughts on gettin pleasure 
These cats know that I clap holes through they leather 
Statens sick and we cant get no better 
Police trap, we get away too clever 
Lyrics jotted down on paper causes terror- 
Ism, now im gone hit em 
Give em what we been givin em, thats the rythem 
Staight up, all you crab niggas sleepin need to wake up 
Im like peroxide cause I stay bubblin in the cut 
Nigga please, Im thirsty for this cheese 
I run up in your lab and make your anti freeze 
Its like that, from the Stat where I live at 
The bees are snakes and they just feed off the fuckin rats 
 
[ All ] 
If im a bastard then your a bastard 
Everybodys a bastard  
Get the gats cause shit is drastic  
 
[ 5x ] 


        
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