Текст (слова) песни: Wu-Tang Clan - Do You Really (Thang, Thang)

Yo, this is a Wu-Banger two thousand and one noise maker
off the hook guerilla anthem
This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way
And I`ll smack the shit outta any of you DJ`s
that front on this shit.. think I`m playin?

(Hook: Method Man)
I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs, do you really?
I heard you niggas like to bang bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs, do you really?
I heard you niggas like to bang bang, do you really?

[StreetLife]
I never been a fan of the fame, I got love for the game
Never lust for the dames, I got dust in my veins
Little off in the brain, kid talks but its lame
Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane
Spent a lot of dough, it`s so hard to explain
And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the name
Wu-Tang see me at the next Lex with the game
Snowboardin down a ski range, its a blue and grey frame
Keep, pointin the finger, I`m that nigga to blame
The main reson why you tuck the chain
Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain
And I`m leavin the rap game the same way I came

[Method Man]
Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat
Little Meth got my back, little pinky fat-fat
Let me hit that {*inhale*} contact, learn how to act
Before you bring that drama the end; I`ll fade to black
Positive, hate kids who tell me lies
Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy
Got 9 lives, 9 wives that don`t listen
Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin
Wu limited edition - hot off the presses
I guess it`s, curtains for competition
Method, runnin em out, gun in my mouth
The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house
After midnight eatin emcees chase through suburbia
You tremblin, behind the Kremlin wall, surrenderin
That`s what you get for Russian/rushin, in the direction I was bustin
Polish your sword, your shit is rustin

[Hook]

[Masta Killa]
1,2, testin`, testin`, mic check wreckin`
Step into the session
Automatic weapon off safety
Dont play me
Butt brings all them things with silencers
My clans liver than your average `85er
Strive to stay alive
I play for keeps in the streets
Cos its real on the battlefield
Shells hit the ground from the steel
Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind
Words combine when I rhyme to feed the blind
Prepare my queen for battle and walk down
I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance
Game word bond, sword silenced
Me in military fatigues bulletproof underneath
Buy enough ammunition,go round and sweep the streets
Of Brooklyn, Central, sugar-whipped the rental
While I`m lickin out the window at y`all
Fuck y`all

[Hook]

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, we thrive on street life
We strive to eat right
They blindin` these sight
We tried to be nice
They talk the small talk
We walk the long walk
We lost, they all thought
They forced to fall short
We rock for hard rock
Rocked the hot blocks
Shop and cop rocks
Watch the top notch in action
Begin to make your head spin
Wu Tang my bredren
We bang like veterans
They came for record spins, taste the medicine
Or face the double M, we came to trouble them
Hustle them for their 20 mill then buckle them
Enough to spin out the blue, bitches lovin` them
Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten
Stumblin` thug passions, it must`ve been

[Hook] - 2X

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[StreetLife] I never been a fan of the fame, I got love for the game Never lust for the dames, I got dust in my veins Little off in the brain, kid talks but its lame Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane Spent a lot of dough, it`s so hard to explain And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the name Wu-Tang see me at the next Lex with the game Snowboardin down a ski range, its a blue and grey frame Keep, pointin the finger, I`m that nigga to blame The main reson why you tuck the chain Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain And I`m leavin the rap game the same way I came [Method Man] Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat Little Meth got my back, little pinky fat-fat Let me hit that {inhale} contact, learn how to act Before you bring that drama the end; I`ll fade to black Positive, hate kids who tell me lies Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy Got 9 lives, 9 wives that don`t listen Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin Wu limited edition - hot off the presses I guess it`s, curtains for competition Method, runnin em out, gun in my mouth The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house After midnight eatin emcees chase through suburbia You tremblin, behind the Kremlin wall, surrenderin That`s what you get for Russian/rushin, in the direction I was bustin Polish your sword, your shit is rustin [Hook] [Masta Killa] 1,2, testin`, testin`, mic check wreckin` Step into the session Automatic weapon off safety Dont play me Butt brings all them things with silencers My clans liver than your average `85er Strive to stay alive I play for keeps in the streets Cos its real on the battlefield Shells hit the ground from the steel Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind Words combine when I rhyme to feed the blind Prepare my queen for battle and walk down I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance Game word bond, sword silenced Me in military fatigues bulletproof underneath Buy enough ammunition,go round and sweep the streets Of Brooklyn, Central, sugar-whipped the rental While I`m lickin out the window at y`all Fuck y`all [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Yo, we thrive on street life We strive to eat right They blindin` these sight We tried to be nice They talk the small talk We walk the long walk We lost, they all thought They forced to fall short We rock for hard rock Rocked the hot blocks Shop and cop rocks Watch the top notch in action Begin to make your head spin Wu Tang my bredren We bang like veterans They came for record spins, taste the medicine Or face the double M, we came to trouble them Hustle them for their 20 mill then buckle them Enough to spin out the blue, bitches lovin` them Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten Stumblin` thug passions, it must`ve been [Hook] - 2X Нравится песня? 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