Lirik Lagu Clan In Da Front - Wu-Tang Clan
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Intro: RZA
Up from the 36 Chambers...Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* HehhehehWu-TangWu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarmWu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarmWu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarmWu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarmThe RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-GodGhost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master KillerRaw Desire, LeVon, Power CipherTwelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th DiscipleThe Brand WhiteK.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged ChildDoo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the YangThe Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thruScientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin man Wise the CivilizedThe Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa RonComin down from the motherfuckin South end of things
Killa beez all over your fuckin planetThirty-six chambers of deathThree-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected stylesChoppin off your motherfuckin dome......peace, and every fuckin boroughCrooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten IslandThe motherfuckin Bronx, killa beez....
*The sword?C'mon, give him the sword*
Chorus: The Genius
Clan in da front, let your feet stompNiggaz on the left, brag shit to deathNow hoods on the right, wild for the nightPunks in the back, c'mon and attract to...
Verse One:
The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is criticalFuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracleon 34th Street, in the Square of HeraldI gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald ---- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrowCuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrowand shine shine shine like gold mineHere comes the drunk monk, with a quart of BallentinePass the bone, kid pass the boneLet's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZAOne who just represent the Wu-Tang clickWith the game and soul, of an old school flickLike the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bidsClaudine went to Cooley High and had mad kidsso stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin ownI'll hang your ass with this microphoneMake way for the merge of trafficWu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal JacketsGod squad that's mad hard to serveCome frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
Chorus
Verse Two:
The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!"Your wack ass town had you gassedEgos is somethin the Wu-Tang crushSouped up niggaz on a stage get rushedI don't give a god damn, on the shows you didHow many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you knowI come sharp as a blade and I cut you slowYou become so Pat as my style increasesWhat's that in your pants ahhh human feces!Throw your shitty drawers in the hamperNext time come strapped with a fuckin PamperHow ya sound B? You're better off a quitterI'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitterAnd my DJ the catcher, he's my manAnyway he's the one who devised the planHe throws the signs I hook up the beats with cloutI throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em outSo it really doesn't matter on how you intrigueYou can't FUCK with those in the major leagues
Chorus -- 2X
Hoods on the rightPunks in the back... to whatNiggaz on the leftHoods on the rightPunks 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)Niggaz on the left, brag shit to deathHoods on the right, wild for the nightPunks in the back, c'mon and attract toClan in da front, let your feet stomp
Up from the 36 Chambers...Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* HehhehehWu-TangWu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarmWu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarmWu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarmWu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarmThe RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-GodGhost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master KillerRaw Desire, LeVon, Power CipherTwelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th DiscipleThe Brand WhiteK.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged ChildDoo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the YangThe Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thruScientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin man Wise the CivilizedThe Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa RonComin down from the motherfuckin South end of things
Killa beez all over your fuckin planetThirty-six chambers of deathThree-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected stylesChoppin off your motherfuckin dome......peace, and every fuckin boroughCrooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten IslandThe motherfuckin Bronx, killa beez....
*The sword?C'mon, give him the sword*
Chorus: The Genius
Clan in da front, let your feet stompNiggaz on the left, brag shit to deathNow hoods on the right, wild for the nightPunks in the back, c'mon and attract to...
Verse One:
The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is criticalFuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracleon 34th Street, in the Square of HeraldI gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald ---- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrowCuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrowand shine shine shine like gold mineHere comes the drunk monk, with a quart of BallentinePass the bone, kid pass the boneLet's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZAOne who just represent the Wu-Tang clickWith the game and soul, of an old school flickLike the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bidsClaudine went to Cooley High and had mad kidsso stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin ownI'll hang your ass with this microphoneMake way for the merge of trafficWu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal JacketsGod squad that's mad hard to serveCome frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
Chorus
Verse Two:
The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!"Your wack ass town had you gassedEgos is somethin the Wu-Tang crushSouped up niggaz on a stage get rushedI don't give a god damn, on the shows you didHow many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you knowI come sharp as a blade and I cut you slowYou become so Pat as my style increasesWhat's that in your pants ahhh human feces!Throw your shitty drawers in the hamperNext time come strapped with a fuckin PamperHow ya sound B? You're better off a quitterI'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitterAnd my DJ the catcher, he's my manAnyway he's the one who devised the planHe throws the signs I hook up the beats with cloutI throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em outSo it really doesn't matter on how you intrigueYou can't FUCK with those in the major leagues
Chorus -- 2X
Hoods on the rightPunks in the back... to whatNiggaz on the leftHoods on the rightPunks 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)Niggaz on the left, brag shit to deathHoods on the right, wild for the nightPunks in the back, c'mon and attract toClan in da front, let your feet stomp
