Wu-Tang Clan 03 Clan In Da Front Lyrics

[Intro: RZA]

Up from the 36 Chambers...
Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* Hehheheh
Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty b______, Inspectah Deck, U-God
Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher
Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second a__assin, the 4th Disciple
The Brand White
K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child
Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang
The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru
Scientific Shabazz, my m_________in man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
Comin down from the m_________in South end of things

Killa beez all over your f___in planet
Thirty-six chambers of death
Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
Choppin off your m_________in dome...
...peace, and every f___in borough
Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island
The m_________in Bronx, killa beez....

(The sword? C'mon, give him the sword)

[Chorus: The Genius]

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
n____z on the left, brag s___ to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...

[Verse One:]

The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical
f___in wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle
on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the b____ caught a Fitz like Gerald --
-- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow
Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
and shine shine shine like gold mine
Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who just represent the Wu-Tang click
With the game and soul, of an old school flick
Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
so stop, the life you save may be your m_________in own
I'll hang your a__ with this microphone
Make way for the merge of traffic
Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets
God squad that's mad hard to serve
Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves

[Chorus]

[Verse Two:]

The response while I bomb that a__, "You ain't s___!"
Your wack a__ town had you gassed
Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up n____z on a stage get rushed
I don't give a god d___, on the shows you did
How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?
Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know
I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my style increases
What's that in your pants ahhh human feces!
Throw your s___ty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a f___in Pamper
How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter
I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter
And my DJ the catcher, he's my man
Anyway he's the one who devised the plan
He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out
So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
You can't f___ with those in the major leagues

[Chorus -- 2X]

Hoods on the right
Punks in the back... to what
n____z on the left
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back, c'mon... to what
...let your feet stomp
...brag s___ to death
...wild for the night
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
n____z on the left, brag s___ to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp