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This is my favourite song. I first heard it when i was playing Saints Row, I'm sure alot of people are trying to find this song and are having trouble because I think it was only made for the actual game. Anyway this entire video is the whole song with some screenshots from the game. Enjoy!Lyrics(feat. Cappadonna, Inspect more
This is my favourite song. I first heard it when i was playing Saints Row, I'm sure alot of people are trying to find this song and are having trouble because I think it was only made for the actual game. Anyway this entire video is the whole song with some screenshots from the game. Enjoy!Lyrics(feat. Cappadonna, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, U-Go)[Intro: Method Man]Come on! Yeah... yeah..Yo, yo.[Chorus x2: Cappadonna]Wu-Tang, we always in the Spot LiteGet paper, every night is hot nightWe stay tight, we just livin' our lifeWe just livin' our life[Method Man]I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funkEekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawersPissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya wallsIt be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is 'because'No yin to my yang, it's a black thingUsed to be in chains, now we snatch chainsTook the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'allPop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?Get down with the syndrome: retardedI think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards andTake it to square, this ain't no Yacub affairOr a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughterThat y'all, but not usFly back, flag a cab and say 'check ya'Next time you see me, say peace and I'll respect ya, Tical[Chorus x2][U-God]Yo, lights, cameras, don't forget the actionThe needle skip, but the turntable scratchin'Chain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin'Same old, Range rove', rainbow ManhattanCraftmen, captive, still I'm avalanchin'Holy war, handsome, break 'em off harassin'Latest fashion, passion, bullets reign gashin'Flippin' through frenzy, the same Wu-TangThe Hollywood frame, purple haze stainRules of dame, fools, choose to bangNigga, you lose, Wu, bruise the gameA few men came, that really held weightDrop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two statesLike, bats out of hell, we crash the gatesWithout a base, left the gun powder caseLadies chase, the hip-hop Babyface[Chorus x2][Interlude: Inspectah Deck]Word up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don't careWu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say 'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah'[Inspectah Deck]Mic Capone, it's best to avoid my strike zoneI zone and swing a sword that'll slice stoneNice clone, but you could never match the born masterWho tore back half the world, and still saught after byDick ridin' niggaz, and chicks who do dittoSingin' like the Four Tops, providin' infoSee me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slowGene-ral on the J.O., survival M.OFor now get wild, similar to Ol' DirtyA third time felon just hit with over thirtyNote worthy style, have them so thirstyFirst degree heat, you quittin' on meCold turkey, no mercy[Chorus x2][Cappadonna]Wu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give upYa'll can live up to, Witty UnpredictableStreet mentality, return of the cavalry36 Chambers, we off key blockBlack on the block, tell ya D.J.'s to quitM.C.'s, to stop that bullshitMe, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull shitStep with the brick, on some Ice Water shitWallo's in all colors (now) let's get chips, likeRobbin' the bank, pull up with the new whipsDon't get mad, respect rankNo matter how you gettin' dough, give thanksEverybody hold up your shanks[Chorus x2]
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