Wu-Tang

You ain't heard us in a minute, you heard us in a minute, man
 (Wu-Tang!)
 I keep banging on you niggas, finger on my trigger, man
 (Wu-Tang!)
 I love bankrolls, stank hoes, camera shots, Kangols, bangles
 Pink records, check it, yeah, I make those
 More paper than Kinko's, check my lingo, bingo
 On my face, honey, not a wrinkle, trinkle
 My twinkle twinkle, make your toenails crinkle
 Twist up a dinkle, and honey, let's mingle, jingle
 When the nightfall, I'm tight with my white walls
 The greedy pain, draining on my life force
 Behold the pale white horse, the hype loss with tight jaws
 Fight law off, cuz I don't like ya'll
 Huh, I'm from the tar pits, the hard target to squash the market
 You're brain washed, watch the starships
 I make cars flip, Deck bomb atomic, Islamic arms
 Kiss the comet, this time, he's gone
 I grip the don, rip arms out the socket, cock it
 Fly logic, now watch me sky rocket, watch it
 Hot as the tropic get, bulletproof asaphogus
 Steel cage confidence, burn it on a floppy disc
 Swerve the metropolis, my whole team in back of me
 You just a half of ki, I'm a coke factory
 You ain't heard us in a minute, you heard us in a minute, man.
 (Wu-Tang!)
 I keep banging on you niggas, finger on my trigger,
 man.
 (Wu-Tang!)
 Yo, thank god it's Friday, like it's just me and my chick
 Cruising the highway, she twisting my piff
 You see I'm living proof that crime pay, the type that go at a bitch
 The type to shoot the gift, and blow every clip
 I know this money like the back of my hand, you get the back of my hand
 Just like a fiend who took a package and ran
 Po-po be hopping out of passenger vans, harrassing niggas in Park Hill
 For marked bills, ratchets and grams
 So I move like I'm ducking a charge, I'm trying to set up shop
 Get this gwop, get the fuck out of dodge
 Most my niggas like to puff in the car, most these hoes emotionally scared
 And keep the works stuffed in they bras
 This is ghetto rap, where the pot be calling the kettle black
 My bullets trynna see where they head is at, I'm heading back
 To the slums, back to the block, I got the Clan on my back
 And you know we heading back to the top, nigga
 You ain't heard us in a minute, you heard us in a minute, man.
 (Wu-Tang!)
 I keep banging on you niggas, finger on my trigger,
 man.
 (Wu-Tang!)
 You ain't heard us in a minute, you heard us in a minute, man.
 (Wu-Tang!)
 I keep banging on you niggas, finger on my trigger,
 man.
 (Wu-Tang!)