Lirik Lagu Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours - Wu-Tang Clan
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[Raekwon]Shake them niggazScary hours no money out, smash the Guinness StoutPlay the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shieldsShe's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggazto Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beansHit the cell phone, regulate with well known toneA Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike editionWhattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone meWhattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome onlyGrady with the gray beard, transport for himRockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin thatSwitchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lensesFrontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junkYou wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberiesYou wanna rock rep, step in yellow WallabiesNames arraigned, the century fox, little glocksThem niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocksRich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white childBut right now, Son is still shine, shed light nowBreakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plateSpencer for Hire, tension when we mention DryerHe's a slave cop, behave popBlue suits who bay stop us blow that catat the Purple Haze spot
[Method Man]I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-oohwhen we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em duesTimes is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred inWe warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbinGot the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks inyour camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadronThat's somethin niggaz can't pardonCity overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garmentSo I see no need to mention, the potencyof a sting from a killa bee, kickin the batteryout the back of them wisecracksDistorted for your get high you hijackThese friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mineThis the year of the grimy nigga, ragtimeKeep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblemIron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from
Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains(I feel the same way you niggaz feelin)We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known)*together* What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummiesCash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money
[Ghostface]Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hairBilly Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times SquareTook his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weightSummer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't waitAsk Dorothy, same kid pussy up in MarseyBlazin that Tad Rossi, up in the MarquisHe lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his housesHad him on the porch, ass no trousersThis souped up, individual stuck, the new stuffSame kid cryin on the stand with Judge CuffnerKissed him with art num it's three to nine styleBefore he left he flashin his face like DenzelRichard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whipMussy dropped and split his wig with the heaterHis safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughinGod you see how he was laid out, in the grasswith dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild outBlood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned outBig bolo, stackin his shit financed a VolvoHe copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHoHe still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower EastPosin like he rappin out...
[Method Man]I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-oohwhen we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em duesTimes is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred inWe warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbinGot the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks inyour camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadronThat's somethin niggaz can't pardonCity overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garmentSo I see no need to mention, the potencyof a sting from a killa bee, kickin the batteryout the back of them wisecracksDistorted for your get high you hijackThese friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mineThis the year of the grimy nigga, ragtimeKeep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblemIron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from
Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains(I feel the same way you niggaz feelin)We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known)*together* What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummiesCash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money
[Ghostface]Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hairBilly Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times SquareTook his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weightSummer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't waitAsk Dorothy, same kid pussy up in MarseyBlazin that Tad Rossi, up in the MarquisHe lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his housesHad him on the porch, ass no trousersThis souped up, individual stuck, the new stuffSame kid cryin on the stand with Judge CuffnerKissed him with art num it's three to nine styleBefore he left he flashin his face like DenzelRichard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whipMussy dropped and split his wig with the heaterHis safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughinGod you see how he was laid out, in the grasswith dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild outBlood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned outBig bolo, stackin his shit financed a VolvoHe copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHoHe still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower EastPosin like he rappin out...
