Gots Like Come On Thru (Single)

Ahahahaha 
Minds start to freeze, at ease 
Its the wu-tang killa beez 
Brooklyn zu, where we roll, manchuz 
Comin at yo' avenuez 
36 chambaz at a theater near ya 
(to all my [bad word] niggaz in the place to be 
And lllllast man to me) 
We gon' take hip hop to anotha level 

[chorus: buddha monk & ol' dirty [bad word]  
Wu, gots like come on through 
Su, that's the call of the wu 
Zu, gots like come on through 
Su, that's the call for the zu 

[hook: buddha monk & ol' dirty [bad word]  
If your from the east coast and 
You're down with brooklyn zu 
Su, that's the call for your crew 
If your from the west coast and 
You're down with brooklyn zu 
Su, that's the call for your crew 

[buddha monk] 
Yo, I make myself official with the 7-dotted temple 
And the knowledge procedes to take off like emmitt's missle 
Its the rapfire comin from this lord, monk and sire 
Cut like barbfire, ka-boom, just raise your hands higher 
I get off even if it's battle or war, y'all niggaz hit the floor 
And word iz bond, it still prescibes laws, hate the allegations 
So, I slam on this nation with motivation and watch out for the zu 
Domination 
We could take it to anotha level, glock-block that kills treble 
Honey rebels, and all y'all niggaz betta end up in [bad word] belleview 
Yo, I mean that, I'm a God and I cut you no slack 
You wanna act, then I attack and just split your wig back 
Your some lame [bad word] [bad word] rockin tommy hilfiger 
With 3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger 
And all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the assassination 
You betta check up with your still and just watch the zu nation 

[chorus] 

[drunken dragon - zu manchuz] 
Now take this, I hit you with the drunken dragon fist 
Got the punk for your mind leavinz niggas in bliss 
I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your soul 
Pullin out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold 
I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink 
And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking 
I send your wack [bad word] back to class, learn something 
So you can peep the real [bad word]  and you can stop fronting 
On your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip 
When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your lips 
Hey son, I just thought about that [bad word] 
And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the [bad word] 
The drunken dragon, comin at you 
And if I hear you say brooklyn zu, I say "yo, who you? " 'cause 

[chorus] 

[buddha monk] 
Back the [bad word] up before I use my gat 
Spray two to your neck and four to your back 
It's the hardcore warrior, straight from medina 
Look on my face it shows, no one meaner 
Brooklyn zu killa bees on the swarm 
I be in your area so sound the alarm 
Monks in the front know not to [bad word] drunk 
Knocking down niggaz, and the girl sees the lump  [bad word] is real, yes I'm hittin hard like steel 
I'm comin through your town so it's best that you peel 
For real, yes I get dirty with my skill 
No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up 
Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no [bad word] traces 
When I put it on that [bad word] you'll be desintegrated 
Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick 
Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick 
Your hit, by this trife [bad word] that I fix 
I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, 'cause 

[chorus] 

[hook] 

[outro: buddha monk, (ol' dirty [bad word] ] 
1-1-2, 4-4-1 frankin av. 
Peace, to my [bad word] wack 
(it's all good, it's all bad 
Dirty runs for the mayor next year, finally 
You'll neva see meeeeeee) 
Zu zu zu zu zu zu zu 
Suuuuuuuuuuu!!