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Uzi (pinky Ring) Lyrics - Iron Flag - Wu-tang Clan

Yo. yeah 

Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' 

Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya 

Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo 

That pinky ring shit yo 

 

It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid 

Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic 

Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic 

The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett 

I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered 

No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record 

Broken down and crafted in seconds 

Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered 

Better, respect it, bitch believe 

I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves 

I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe 

Fix your weave, behold my expertise 

 

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(Wu-Tang Clan) 

I got my uzi back 

You dudes is wack 

Face it the Wu is back 

(Raekwon the Chef) 

Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch 

We in them authentic alley switchin joints 

Major general niggas, five stars 

Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms 

Silencers, garbage bags of hash 

For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash 

Gash you out your burner fast 

You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass 

 

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(Ghostface Killah) 

Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for? 

Get the fuck away from my door! 

We got big guns in here, coke over there 

With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair 

And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips 

Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers 

The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin' 

Big cat nigga all season 

On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice 

Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU 

Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out 

Eighteen karat rap between noodles 

 

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(RZA) 

Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up 

I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup 

Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip 

I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip 

Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'? 

Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin' 

Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post 

Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost 

Queen, couldn't even jack Monk 

Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk 

Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library 

Readin Malcolm's, ". Any Means Necessary" 

 

(Method Man) 

John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice 

So nice like New York they had to name him twice 

Name your price, I black out then change the lights 

Give you the same advice that I gave my wife 

Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine 

Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine 

Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got 

Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot 

 

(Inspectah Deck) 

New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss 

Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force 

I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check 

You crabs test, can't measure the threat 

I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah 

Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna 

Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance 

I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then 

Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's 

My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself 

The Noble, Sir I mass mogul 

Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals 

 

(Masta Killa) 

This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head 

I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed 

Hit Chef for the rice and peas 

'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease 

My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic 

They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict 

Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee 

Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see 

 

(GZA) 

From dark matter to the big crunch 

The vocals came in a bunch without one punch 

Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable 

Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable 

So you compare contrast but don't blast 

through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast 

Watch the block thirst for one became all 

Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall 

Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity 

The blind couldn't verify the authenticity 

The rhyme came from the pressure of heat 

Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets 

 

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