Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan - Watch Your Mouth lyrics

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Y'know? General, general! Word out...

Yeah...

Aiyyo man... you poppin fuckers

(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)





It's just rules with beats - you clown niggaz can't rule the streets

We set shop! Wu-Tang, we rule the East

Taking over the block!



(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)

Aiyyo, it's just rules with beats - you clown niggaz can't rule the streets

We set shop! Wu-Tang, we rule the East

Taking over the block, you can't fuck with the block!

(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)





Aiyyo, I stay funky and piley, blue Excelero

They lookin for me, what the fuck you behind me for?

Stressing everything I breathe on

I'm from the boulevard where niggaz get jacked and peed on

Whatever homey, we more lavish

I might sneak you in the crib, see my lasers and glasses

Try to get my come up on

Yo, and when you see me, you know I got my "come up" arm on

Cartier called me up, robbery here

We got your seed in the back of the Beemer starving

We like lion killers, catch me on stage with the gauge

in my right hand, grenade and this leather bomber

I scout money, you know we hungry and talk funny

Coughing out corner rappers, don't never walk up on me

I write with only insane Malkovich

My troops gave me money to clown with them, fuck it

(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)





My first gun was a .32, back before uh!

Graduated to the .38, maybe a nine

I prefer the fo' five, stay alive

Techs held the crack gank in '88

8 oz. straight from Florida, the best temp

Camouflage vest, repping the set

Wu on the east wing, twenty-ten, sexy bad

We up at Spain with that thing thing, my crew strong

We take no search for your party dunn, you know how I run

Spray places, cover faces, beat cases

A big mouth will get your teeth knocked the fuck out

Keep a nunchuk, take money, stay ninja

I injure, any motherfuckin contender

(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)





Hey bitch, your time's up! Go finish them rhymes up

All my soldiers is lined up, my corners is crimed up

Niggaz know where to find us, settin the grind up

Police checkin them pies up, my rims are shined up

Wu! We on the rise up, crops supplied up

Plottin niggaz demise up, boxed in conduct

Scratch we got 'em sized up, and when the East is in the house

You, you, you, you, you...

(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)





On the side of the projects, grey skully, bubble 'Lo goose

Mac 11 tucked in front of the belly

Prestigious moves, we killin 'em, hoes we drillin 'em

We like George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin 'em

In the van, .45's and dilly's, ready to slam it

House arrest box is goin off, Tony got grams

Gotta bath tub full of white, lay in it like Sam Montana

Tune 'em out, to blow out, chop 'em like fans

(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)





This is boulevard hard, lounging in your black car

Camouflage rat guard on "Stomp the Yard"

I-N-S spit monster bars, flip long regards

My click dons bitch, y'all are frauds

I get it in like Tim off the glass

Slamming my name, I'm like the prez, sending men off to blast

What I spit, make 'em spend all their cash

I'm so Wu, so new that I ain't ripped off the tags

(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)





RZA done birthed us, some curse on purpose

I'm the grouch, my mouth is a circus

Burner plus a good learner, don't need a hood

All I need's a good burner, nocturna

Snake rat murderer, all I hear is turf talk

Rack rooms full of goons with bullet wound birthmarks

From the first spark, you heard my response

(Wu-Tang!) More results talkin 'bout whole crew's mission just lost

(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)





Out the beehive, you dip and you dive

But you still can't survive, you can't see past five

Check the outlook, this is not in the book

You bein dragged across the floor while your 'dro in my hook

Lyrical joust, found all the deal off the books

Steve Rif gave the nod to Universal, good look

Still spit poison venom, Red Monkey and Wu dem

Have any dudes seen the condos? It's all 'em

(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)





Put my +clan in da front+, +reunite+ 'em

Make 'em all R.S.V.P., if they want it, we don't invite 'em

No beef, less talk and more action

We parole as a whole, we'll send you back in fractions

Break through fanatic, low crates deep in attics

The Abbott pulled out a .45, looped with static

I scrolled through the menu then rolled to the venue

The dress code is armor all, put a hole up in him

(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)









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