Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan - Evil Deeds lyrics

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(feat. Havoc)
[kung fu sample]

People have told me

You have ways of killing without dealing a mob

Well so have I



[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Yeah, come on, what's the deal?



[Ghostface Killah]

Yo, pockets is fat like the Good Year blimp

Hollow heads is sterilized in paroxide, waiting for you

Faggot niggas to jump off, your bullshit throne

So I can offer you a tummy tuck

See your stomach is stapled, it's on

It's dangerous down my alley, dog

It's like the halls and I'm outy, dog

Hear the shanks scratching the gate?

See the god Tone standing here for dolo, give you an '89 whooping

Leave your body looking like you was raped

And don't ever come at me sideways, hands in your pocket

Cuz I will turn to Steven Segal, rip your arm out your socket

Ya'll little niggas watch it, I do this for free

Knocking rappers out, trust me, over a clown, I'm not here to make a profit

Nigga, if this was the arts, it be the best kung fu

And I'm Tone Yao Chin, serving ya'll wonton soup

I do shit like disarm a group, drink a 40 with him

And tell ya'll niggas stay the fuck out my loot



[Chorus: RZA]

My nina, my nine-ah, Medina, marauder

Sabrina, discard her, redeem her, for Allah

Supreme architecture, the beat spark connector

Inject in my serum, infiltrate in your sector



[RZA]

Bobby Steels keep steels concealed, be still

Leave you fifty shot banana clips with free refils

Guns bursting, one person is curtains for certain

Most often fill coffins, no nursing or surgeons

Is needed, bloods depleated, your body deleted

Like unsaved wav files, no way to retrive it

Best believe it, frosting the cat

I remember that, my moms put gunpowder inside my Similac

My brain is untamed, some claim, that's stunning strangers

Cuz of my basement, I keep studios in gun ranges

Plus, I got more G's than Sicily

Pizzeria rotisserie, burn MC's out they misery



[Chorus]



[Havoc]

Aiyo, Ghost, these niggas pussy, mind that take mine

I feel you, form on 'em, yeah, I ain't sharping nothing

I put it in they mouth, I have a nigga kiss the nine

I be mellow, next minute flip, like I just sniffed a line

Ya'll never commited crimes, your rap line forgery

Niggas want war, I invite all cordialy

They assed out morally, how they in skinny jeans

And never fix they mouth to even fucking go to war with me

Oh, that's how you feel, then handle that accordingly

Lay 'em out, bounce before the jake is even on to me

Lay back in the crib, your bitch give me orally

I don't want beef, I'm like Pookie, this is caling me

I ain't with that Twitter shit, nigga try to follow me

Watch you get hit like the Mega Million lottery

I don't got time to be, playing with you faggots

I'mma show you muthafuckas why the call me Havoc, H



[kung fu sample]

So, these killings

When are they gonna come to an end?

Will he ever finish?

Probably the next to see, he must find the Lizard



[Chorus]



[kung fu sample]

You just asked me, when will it end?

Hahahahaha, well let me tell you

Once an evil deed is done, then it never ends

It goes on, and it will go on forever...




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