Clan In Da Front

Up from the 36 Chambers!
 Heheh, it's the Ghostface Killah
 Heheheh, Wu-Tang!
 Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
 Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
 Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
 Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
 The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God
 Ghostface Killah, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
 The Masta Killa, Lord Messiah, LeVon, Power Cipher
 12 O'Clock, 60 Second Assassin
 The 4th Disciple, the Brown Hornet
 K.D. the Down Low Recka
 Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child
 Du-Du-Lilz, Mr. Hezekiah
 Better known as the Yin and the Yang, the True Master
 Isham, DJ Skane, the True Robocop comin' through
 Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized
 The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
 Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of things
 Killa Beez all over your fuckin' planet
 36 chambers of death
 Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
 Choppin' off your motherfuckin' dome-piece
 And every fuckin' borough
 Brooklyn, Manhattan, and Queens, Staten Island
 The motherfuckin' Bronx, Killa Beez
 "The sword? C'mon, give him the sword!"
 Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
 Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what? (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical
 Fuckin' with my style is sort of like a miracle
 On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald
 I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald-
 -Ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow
 'Cause the ho didn't win, but the sun will still come out tomorrow
 And shine shine shine like gold mine
 Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballantine
 Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
 Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones
 The GZA, one who just represent the Wu-Tang clique
 With the game and soul of an old school flick
 Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
 Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
 So stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin' own
 I'll hang your ass with this microphone
 Make way for the merge of traffic
 Wu-Tang's comin' through with full metal jackets
 God squad that's mad hard to serve
 Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
 Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
 Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what? (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 No response while I bomb that ass
 You ain't shit, your wack-ass town had you gassed
 Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
 Souped-up niggas on a stage get rushed
 I don't give a goddamn on the shows you did
 How many rhymes you got or who knows you, kid
 'Cause I don't know you, therefore show me what you know
 I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
 You become so Pat as my style increases
 What's that in your pants? Ahh, human feces!
 Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
 Next time, come strapped with a fuckin' Pamper
 How you sound, B? You're better off a quitter
 I'm on the mound, G, and it's a no-hitter
 And my DJ, the catcher, he's my man
 In a way he's the one who devised the plan
 He throws the signs, I hook up the beats with clout
 I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike 'em out
 So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
 You can't fuck with those in the major leagues
 Clan in da front, let your feet stomp (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what? (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Clan in da front, let your feet stomp (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what? (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Hoods on the right
 Punks in the back... to what
 Niggas on the left
 Hoods on the right
 Punks in the back, c'mon... to what
 Let your feet stomp
 Brag shit to death
 Wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Niggas on the left, brag shit to death
 Hoods on the right, wild for the night
 Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what?
 Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
 
 Up from the 36 Chambers!
 Heheh, it's the Ghostface Killah
 Heheheh, Wu-Tang!
 Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
 Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
 Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
 Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
 The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God
 Ghostface Killah, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
 The Masta Killa, Lord Messiah, LeVon, Power Cipher
 12 O'Clock, 60 Second Assassin
 The 4th Disciple, the Brown Hornet
 K.D. the Down Low Recka
 Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child
 Du-Du-Lilz, Mr. Hezekiah
 Better known as the Yin and the Yang, the True Master
 Isham, DJ Skane, the True Robocop comin' through
 Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized
 The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
 Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of things
 Killa Beez all over your fuckin' planet
 36 chambers of death
 Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
 Choppin' off your motherfuckin' dome-piece
 And every fuckin' borough
 Brooklyn, Manhattan, and Queens, Staten Island
 The motherfuckin' Bronx, Killa Beez
 "The sword? C'mon, give him the sword!"
 Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
 Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what? (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical
 Fuckin' with my style is sort of like a miracle
 On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald
 I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald-
 -Ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow
 'Cause the ho didn't win, but the sun will still come out tomorrow
 And shine shine shine like gold mine
 Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballantine
 Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
 Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones
 The GZA, one who just represent the Wu-Tang clique
 With the game and soul of an old school flick
 Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
 Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
 So stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin' own
 I'll hang your ass with this microphone
 Make way for the merge of traffic
 Wu-Tang's comin' through with full metal jackets
 God squad that's mad hard to serve
 Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
 Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
 Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what? (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 No response while I bomb that ass
 You ain't shit, your wack-ass town had you gassed
 Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
 Souped-up niggas on a stage get rushed
 I don't give a goddamn on the shows you did
 How many rhymes you got or who knows you, kid
 'Cause I don't know you, therefore show me what you know
 I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
 You become so Pat as my style increases
 What's that in your pants? Ahh, human feces!
 Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
 Next time, come strapped with a fuckin' Pamper
 How you sound, B? You're better off a quitter
 I'm on the mound, G, and it's a no-hitter
 And my DJ, the catcher, he's my man
 In a way he's the one who devised the plan
 He throws the signs, I hook up the beats with clout
 I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike 'em out
 So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
 You can't fuck with those in the major leagues
 Clan in da front, let your feet stomp (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what? (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Clan in da front, let your feet stomp (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what? (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Hoods on the right
 Punks in the back... to what
 Niggas on the left
 Hoods on the right
 Punks in the back, c'mon... to what
 Let your feet stomp
 Brag shit to death
 Wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
 Niggas on the left, brag shit to death
 Hoods on the right, wild for the night
 Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what?
 Clan in da front, let your feet stomp