Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?   Wantin' respect, wantin' respect   Never doubt the Life   Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?      Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?   Who the fuck are you to criticize me?   Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey   Yo, respect, that's my word      Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen   All my life I've been poverty stricken   Always took what's mines, never was given   A second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision      You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'   Quick to slip the clip in, blow you out position   Street jurisdiction, nigga, no restriction   Concrete composition for emcee's in submission      Special edition crash, course mission   Push through like the task force to crush all competition   See you from a distance, dry snitchin', whisperin'   To your man posted up like two little bitches      When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches   Or find yourself with Del, sleepin' with the fishes   I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas   I can't stand the bid when that's all in my business      Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted   I get lifted, I just shoot somethin' from hot biscuit   These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district   Leave no finger prints and no survivin' witness      Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide   It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide   Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to   Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.      Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go   Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go   Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go   Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow      Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana   Ninja coma, piranhas crack teeth on my armor   Scandalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda   Death before dishonor, snake charmer      Persona of one who makes drama   Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin' a revolver in my Parker   Bombin' unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder   Fear the bow of the silent archer      Sure shotter, I pass the rock to your starter   Poison darter, news photographers document the horror   While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda   Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar      Your highness, the crowd holler   Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma   Crowd sponsor, hotter than Bahama steam saunas   The Rebel of opera, popped off the chocolate and the Gosha   Monster truck crush you impostors      Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide   It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide   I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to   Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.      Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go   Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go   Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go   Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow      I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential   Overlooked 'cuz y'all can't understand what I been through   You ain't got to love me or even pretend to   Actin' like the street, they ain't got no street credentials      Track villains, rats be killin' instrumentals   They catch fillin' and slap a feelin' out ya dental   Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials   Up shit's creek lookin' for some more shit to get into      Got the Clan jewels as I continue   To serve you everythin' on that's on the menu   With Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man   Told you Wake Up?      My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly   Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me   The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me   Shaolin what? Don't get it fucked up and cross me      Rappers gettin' stuck   For actin' stuck up and flossy   Say it ain't so, bust the calico   Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go      Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide   It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide   Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to   Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.      Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go   Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go   Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go   Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow      Wantin' respect, wantin' respect   Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?   Wantin' respect, wantin' respect   Wantin' respect, sharpest niggas in the