Текст (слова) песни: Wu-Tang Clan - The Monument

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?
Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now?
Yeah yeah yeah..
Historical and monumental shit
What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah

Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball
Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall
Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what`s best for you
y`all niggaz better safeguard your shit
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
Street niggaz now the corporate boss
Still go to y`all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss
And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb
Your whole show wack and I`ma cancel your sitcom
Fuck a nigga broad `til she tired and real calm
You ain`t knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm
The way we blow SHIT is a shame
Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne
Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz
Y`all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW!

[Raekwon the Chef]
Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches
Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous
Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs
That`s my specialty, more to bust
Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord
I analyze your work those that got merked were not established
Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry
S-5, blowin through Asbury
Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand
Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse`s
Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers
God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand
See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
Baby, it`s all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses
Limousine, automatic new uzi`s in `em yo
Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him

[GZA]
Move up the block, giant box blast my song
Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on
Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias
Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris
I zoom in, while the listeners tune in
Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union
Lost nigga couldn`t rumble in this wild jungle
Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble
Divine Master, threw on the track that made `em bleed
He produce at unattainable rains of top speed
This powerful magnet, that left `em stagnant
was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments
Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise
Starlight scope, with the night vision device
Splendid marksman, that`ll shoot the one off the dice
Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill `em twice
{*GUNBLAST*}

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Wu-Tang Clan - The Monument [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now? Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now? Yeah yeah yeah.. Historical and monumental shit What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what`s best for you y`all niggaz better safeguard your shit Even though we rep brass knuckle rap Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap Street niggaz now the corporate boss Still go to y`all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb Your whole show wack and I`ma cancel your sitcom Fuck a nigga broad `til she tired and real calm You ain`t knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm The way we blow SHIT is a shame Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz Y`all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW! [Raekwon the Chef] Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs That`s my specialty, more to bust Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord I analyze your work those that got merked were not established Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry S-5, blowin through Asbury Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse`s Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand See the color of the carved out Wu emblem Baby, it`s all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses Limousine, automatic new uzi`s in `em yo Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him [GZA] Move up the block, giant box blast my song Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris I zoom in, while the listeners tune in Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union Lost nigga couldn`t rumble in this wild jungle Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble Divine Master, threw on the track that made `em bleed He produce at unattainable rains of top speed This powerful magnet, that left `em stagnant was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise Starlight scope, with the night vision device Splendid marksman, that`ll shoot the one off the dice Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill `em twice {GUNBLAST} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Monument: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/122/1/1832.html Все тексты песен: Wu-Tang Clan » Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Clan Ain`t Nuthing Ta F` Wit » Wu-Tang Clan - Da Mystery Of Chessboxin` » Wu-Tang Clan - The Closing » Wu-Tang Clan - Cars On The Interstate » Wu-Tang Clan - Can It Be All So Simple/Wu-Tang Aint Nut » Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Clan Ain`t Nuthing Ta F` Wit » Wu-Tang Clan - Conditioner » Wu-Tang Clan - `97 Mentality » Wu-Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off) » Wu-Tang Clan - Concrete Jungle » Wu-Tang Clan - And Justice 4 All » Wu-Tang Clan - Visionz » Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever * » Wu-Tang Clan - Sucker MC`s * » Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber » Wu-Tang Clan - Reunited » Wu-Tang Clan - Shame on a Nigga » Wu-Tang Clan - On The Strength » Wu-Tang Clan - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) » Wu-Tang Clan - Intro Рекомендуем скачать: » Илья Винник - Безопасная песенка » И.Богушевская - Лёгкие люди » Игорь Николаев - По секрету » Инструкция по выживанию - С каждым днем все дальше » Игорь Жук - Романс » Игорь Тальков - Чистые пруды » Игорь Бяльский - Групповой полет » Игорь Андриенко - Я застрял на середине » И.Богушевская - Легче пёрышка » Ирина Полякова - Черные лебеди » Ирина Анциферова - Весна » Игорь Бяльский - Развиднелось » Ирина Аллегрова - Ладони » Игорь Аркунов - Про Дракона » Ирина Терентьева - На стене висит зеркало... » Игорь Иванов - Боже, храни тебя! » Игорь Андриенко - Бесконечная гряда » Игорь Жук - Одиночество (песня Чайки к пьесе по сказке А. Первика Баба Мора) » Игорь Акимов, Елена Расова - Блюз Сквозняк в белую ночь » Игорь Андриенко - Все мы, хоть немного, но мещане
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