Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son?   Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh?   By his back, watch nigga run   Seven the center of your eight point sun      Hold tight grip on the God U, now you best be careful   Can't dodge two [Incomprehensible]   Aimed at your dome piece   Father U C King police      Somethin' in the slum went rum, pum, pum, pum   Somethin' in the slum went rum, pum, pum, pum      Yo, Rae it's been a long time son since we bust   Gunclap Glaciers, ran the world and snatched paper   Return to the 36th Chamber, proceed with caution as you enter   We have an A.P.B., on an MC Killer, looks like the work of a Masta      Yo, somethin' in the street went, bang, bang   Makin' it hard for you to do your thang, thang   Somethin' in the street went, bang, bang      Up in the boss game wildin', money for grabs   I ain't fuckin' with crabs, out of state copped two labs   Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave   Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dough rehab      Tryin' to re up, keep my feet up   Snake niggaz in the cut, hold the product   Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust   Niggaz you can't trust, dealin' with lust   Seen him at the ballgames with James      Somethin' in the street went, bang, bang   Makin' it hard for you to do your thang, thang   Somethin' in the street went, bang, bang   Makin' it hard for you to do your thang, thang      Somethin' in the hole went   (Click, click)   The box cutter went   (Click, click)      Somethin' in the hole went   (Click, click)   The box cutter went   (Click, click)      These are the bones, bones from the grave of Houdini   G-Deini, razoni noodles sprinkled on your embry'   Climb like the deficit, profits, death threats   To Israel slid through Bethlehem bong on one wheel      Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's   Granddaddy Caddy was coppin' 6 G's   Begosh all that Oshkosh jumpers   Pink Champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall bumpers      These ain't the camera guys 'cause, turn your eyes   Sweat on the hammer fly, ways, of the Samurai   Newsflash bulletin, God's on the prowl   We full again, ruff men scuff Timbs      Sonic bionic lens, RZA console   Is it Bush or the Dole, front row of the super bowl   Black gold in my soul, on a hoe stroll   Don't go boy you on parole you don't know?      Someone in the back went, clack, clack   Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack, clack   Someone in the back went, clack, clack   Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack, clack      Made 'em throw they hands up, but then lay flat   Rat pack eat up, the average alley cat   Prepare for the impact when we contact   Known to drop backs that crack your hard hat      Must I show and prove, trust I, bust I   Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the buggy I Benz   Who contends, Wu like the Superfriends   Who's your rhymin' hero? Wu Tang rules again      Someone in the back went, clack, clack   Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack, clack   Someone in the back went, clack, clack   Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack, clack      Yo, somethin' in the street went, bang, bang   Makin' it hard for you to do your, thang, thang   Somethin' in the street went, bang, bang      Somethin' in the hole went   (Click, click)   The box cutter went   (Click, click)      Somethin' in the hole went   (Click, click)   The box cutter went   (Click, click)      Somethin' in the slum went rum, pum, pum, pum   Somethin' in the slum went rum, pum, pum, pum