Wu-Tang Clan - What You In Fo' - Sözleri

[jail interlude]





[RZA]


Son I just slapped my bitch


Came to my crib 'bout half past six


Kid's in shitty diapers, no food was fixed


I was like, "Yo bitch - why ain't no food fixed?"


She on the phone with her friend talkin bout dick


I snatched the receiver from that bitch like CLICK


She got all excited, tryin to throw fit


Swung at me then I swung back - BITCH!





[Method Man]


What you in fo'? It happened in the club


with some thugs I was at the bar, smokin bud, hollerin at love


Ladybug was playin in my peachfuzz, she was


Talkin hot fudge, can't nobody do it like she does


in the hot tub - didn't know her man was in the club


And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub


It must have been the drugs or the alcohol buzz, had me


shootin my game like a thirty-eight snub baby


Let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a shove


What the blood do - actin like he won the Golden Gloves


I get one for holdin grudge, but if this kid throw a slug


I'ma throw a slug - that's how we be rollin cuz


I see this dud tryin to play me like a pair of Lugz


Big John Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mug


What you in fo'?





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[Streetlife]


I'm locked down for tryin to hold my block down since a shorty


The Old Earth was like, "Street put the glock down"


I was raised in slums, love how the gun sounds


and now I got one - c'mon, who wanna front now?


Sunup to sundown, ready for showdown


Whoever wanna throw down, the gangsters better slow down


Wake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us


(What you in fo'?) In for murder over money love and lust


(What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you twice


I might bang you twice and take double the life


What you in fo'?





[Raekwon the Chef]


Jail status - get up


Wash a nigga mattress faggot, you heard about me right?


Pass off them packages cat, you gotta eat to live


Meet the crib; got a hundred starvin niggaz in here big


So pop off, drugs that's props, bring in


glocks we call 'em oxes


Be a real live nigga, swing mops and shit, take over shit


Fuck the C.O.'s, aiyyo Boo, I need clothes


Slide brokers where phones get hid


Fuck with Russians and Latins


The most powerful marble black slipper style


Goin out thrashin niggaz, kicks get thrown


Big sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops


Notarized wigs, lay six months


That's alright dog, make it home Lord


Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under walls


Bang monster anger


Bop through the halls with bangers


Live God like the Abbot of all chambers..





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