| Lyrics: | [Method Man]
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one)
Wu-Tang, nigga,
that's what's up
(That's what's up)
Eh, eh, eh,
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's
up
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at
you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed
galore
MC's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too
slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow
Oh, that's Meth Man, south
paw, I throw my left hand
To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam
Oh my goodness!
Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit
Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good
bitch
Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me
Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't
no mystery
Chorus: [Method Man]
Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the
swarm
Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong but
fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
Y'all Been Warned, about them
Killa Bees on the swarm
Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon
Nigga, uh-oh!
I think they're playin our song
Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's
on!"
[RZA]
Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I
buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin which Clan man you got struck
by
Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye
Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk
fly
You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat
Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat
strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the |
