الأغاني: Wu-Tang Clan. Wu-Tang Forever. Cash Still Rules/scary Hours.

Shake them niggaz
Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout
Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields
She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz to Queens
Guess jeans, she charged thirty-five beans

Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone
A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition
What up, Corleone smoke the bone, Tone phone me
What up he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only

Grady with the gray beard, transport for him
Rockin' Nike at? Rastafarian burg, pipin' that
Switchin' Benz's, ten carat nigga with gold lenses
Frontin' like he's sittin' on a lump, he's sittin' on junk

You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies
You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies
Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks
Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks

Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child
But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now
Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate
Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer

He's a slave cop, behave pop
Blue suits who bay stop us
Blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot

I remember stickin' fiends at the one-six-ooh
when we was starvin', duckin' five-oh, payin' 'em dues
Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
We warrin' and cage dodgin', rippin' and robbin'

Got the NARC sabotagin', slippin' cracks in your camouflagin'
Now you snitchin' on the squadron
That's somethin' niggaz can't pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment

So I see no need to mention
The potency of a sting from a killa bee
Kickin' the battery out the back of them
Wisecracks distorted for your get high you hijack

These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine
This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime
Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem
Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin' from

Catch us swimmin' with these sharks now, you rap villains
We feel the same way you feelin', let it be known
What the blood clot you niggaz dealin', you crash dummies
Cash rules, still don't nuttin' move but the money

Aiyyo Strongarm, that kid right there with wavy hair
Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square
Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight
Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait

Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey
Blazin' that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis
He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses
Had him on the porch, ass no trousers

This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff
Same kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner
Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style
Before he left he flashin' his face like Denzel

Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his whip
Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater
His shape-up was all fucked up, as he had me laughin'
God you see how he was laid out in the grass with dirt in his mouth

Slim woke him up told him he wild out
Blood leakin' from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out
Big bolo, stackin' his shit financed a Volvo
He copped his shit from a small, coffee shop in SoHo

He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East
Posin' like he rappin' out