Ya'll Been Warned (feat. Method Man, RZA, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon & Masta Killa)
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one)
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
(That's what's up)
Eh, eh, eh
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew, laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me roar, Timbaland tree, weed galore
MC's with gusto why'all ain't neva seen befo'
El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow
Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand
To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam
Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit
Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch
Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me
Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery
Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Why'all been warned, You either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Why'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song
Lit blunts, Clan in da front, sayin "It's on!"
Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin which Clan man you got struck by
Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye
Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly
You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat
Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo
Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an english folly
To try to detain the slang that we can to polly
Plus you didn't peep Arief, kid, you sleep
I seen this heap of shit, you in steep
Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Why'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
Yo, amist the gravel, play the words of the big apple
Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle
Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle
You ever hear me losin, one of why'all fix the panel
Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas
Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona
The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-are
In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar
Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame
Hurtin third string players, first day in the game
It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come
Make the world shake with one continuous drum
Why'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Why'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you)
Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard why'all forgot Wu)
Wear ya crown, black down (watch the block too)
Blow at why'all niggas (blowin at the cops too)
Eh-yo, my wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest
Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest
Gorilla things, monster background with a history
You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here
Strap a bomb on a family member, let why'all niggas know we here
Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it
Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass
I told why'alls, against why'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods
Picture me stabbin you in the yard for are's
Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens
Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in
Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Why'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Why'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song
Lit blunts, Clan in da front, sayin "It's on!"
I don't mind taking my own life
Just let my child be born
That I don't I don't mind diein
That's great
Kill her and his child
Aji go ahead
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one)
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
(That's what's up)
Eh, eh, eh
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew, laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me roar, Timbaland tree, weed galore
MC's with gusto why'all ain't neva seen befo'
El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow
Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand
To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam
Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit
Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch
Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me
Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery
Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Why'all been warned, You either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Why'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song
Lit blunts, Clan in da front, sayin "It's on!"
Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin which Clan man you got struck by
Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye
Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly
You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat
Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo
Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an english folly
To try to detain the slang that we can to polly
Plus you didn't peep Arief, kid, you sleep
I seen this heap of shit, you in steep
Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Why'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
Yo, amist the gravel, play the words of the big apple
Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle
Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle
You ever hear me losin, one of why'all fix the panel
Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas
Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona
The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-are
In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar
Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame
Hurtin third string players, first day in the game
It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come
Make the world shake with one continuous drum
Why'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Why'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you)
Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard why'all forgot Wu)
Wear ya crown, black down (watch the block too)
Blow at why'all niggas (blowin at the cops too)
Eh-yo, my wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest
Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest
Gorilla things, monster background with a history
You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here
Strap a bomb on a family member, let why'all niggas know we here
Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it
Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass
I told why'alls, against why'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods
Picture me stabbin you in the yard for are's
Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens
Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in
Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Why'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Why'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song
Lit blunts, Clan in da front, sayin "It's on!"
I don't mind taking my own life
Just let my child be born
That I don't I don't mind diein
That's great
Kill her and his child
Aji go ahead
Credits
Writer(s): Corey Woods, Clifford Smith, Patrick Charles, Robert F. Diggs, Derrick R. L. Harris, Jason S. Hunter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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- Radioactive (Four Assassins) [feat. GZA, Raekwon, Method Man & Masta Killa]
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- Lesson Learn'd (feat. Inspectah Deck and Redman)
- People Say (feat. Redman)
- People Say (feat. Redman) - Single
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