Yo, yeah, don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'   Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya   Yo, yo, pinky ring shit, yo   That pinky ring shit yo      It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid   Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic   Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic   The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett      I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered   No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record   Broken down and crafted in seconds   Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered      Better, respect it, bitch believe   I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves   I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe   Fix your weave, behold my expertise      I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back   I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back      Take it back to the [unverified], leanin' gettin' rec room punch   We in them authentic alley switchin' joints   Major general niggaz, five stars   Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms      Silencers, garbage bags of hash   For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash   Gash you out your burner fast   You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass      I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back   I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back      Yo what the fuck yo? Yo, what the fuck y'all comin' for?   Get the fuck away from my door   We got big guns in here, coke over there   With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair      And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips   Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers   The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'   Big cat nigga all season      On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice   Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought fubu   Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out   Eighteen karat rap between noodles      I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back   I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back      Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up   I saw [unverified] sippin' Henny from a iced out cup   Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip   I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip      Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?   Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'   Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post   Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost      Queen, couldn't even jack Monk   Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk   Bdoodoodoo, I'm up at the Wu library   Readin' Malcolm's, "Any Means Necessary"      John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice   So nice like New York they had to name him twice   Name your price, I black out then change the lights   Give you the same advice that I gave my wife      Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine   Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine   Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got   Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot      New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss   Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force   I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check   You crabs test, can't measure the threat      I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah   Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna   Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance   I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then      Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's   My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself   The Noble, Sir I mass mogul   Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals      This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head   I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed   Hit Chef for the rice and peas   'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease      My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic   They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict   Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee   Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see      From dark matter to the big crunch   The vocals came in a bunch without one punch   Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable   Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable      So you compare contrast but don't blast   Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast   Watch the block thirst for one became all   Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall      Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity   The blind couldn't verify the authenticity   The rhyme came from the pressure of heat   Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets      I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back   I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back      So   So   So   ...