Clan In Da Front
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โฑ๏ธ 4:33 duration
๐ ID: 23370262
๐ Lyrics
Up from the thirty six chambers
It's the ghost
Killah
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 Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U God
Ghostface Killah, The Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, The Masta killa
Raw Desire, Levon, Power Cipher
Twelve o'clock, Sixtysecond Assassin, The Fourth Disciple
The Brand White, K.D. the Down Low Wrecka
Shyheim AKA the Rugged Child
Due Due Lilz, Mista Hezakiah better known as the Yin and the Yang
The True Master, Ason, DJ Skane, the True Robocop comin' through
Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin soldiers, Daddy O and Poppa Ron
Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of things
Killa beez all over your fuckin' planet
Thirty six chambers of death
Three hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
Choppin' off your motherfuckin' dome
Peace and every fuckin' borough
Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island
The motherfuckin' Bronx, killa beez
The sword, c'mon, give him the sword
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical
Fuckin' wit my style is sort of like a miracle
On 34th street in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a fitz like Gerald
Geraldine 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 motherfuckin' own
I'll hang your ass with this microphone
Make way for the merge of traffic
Wu-Tang's comin' through with full metal jackets
God squad that's mad hard to serve
Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
The response while I bomb that ass, you ain't shit
Your wack ass town had you gassed
Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed
I don't give a goddamn, 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 ahh human feces
Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a fuckin' 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 fuck with those in the major leagues
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit 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
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back
To what
Niggaz on the left
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back
To what?
Let your feet stomp
Brag shit to death
Wild for the night
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
It's the ghost
Killah
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 Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U God
Ghostface Killah, The Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, The Masta killa
Raw Desire, Levon, Power Cipher
Twelve o'clock, Sixtysecond Assassin, The Fourth Disciple
The Brand White, K.D. the Down Low Wrecka
Shyheim AKA the Rugged Child
Due Due Lilz, Mista Hezakiah better known as the Yin and the Yang
The True Master, Ason, DJ Skane, the True Robocop comin' through
Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin soldiers, Daddy O and Poppa Ron
Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of things
Killa beez all over your fuckin' planet
Thirty six chambers of death
Three hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
Choppin' off your motherfuckin' dome
Peace and every fuckin' borough
Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island
The motherfuckin' Bronx, killa beez
The sword, c'mon, give him the sword
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical
Fuckin' wit my style is sort of like a miracle
On 34th street in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a fitz like Gerald
Geraldine 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 motherfuckin' own
I'll hang your ass with this microphone
Make way for the merge of traffic
Wu-Tang's comin' through with full metal jackets
God squad that's mad hard to serve
Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
The response while I bomb that ass, you ain't shit
Your wack ass town had you gassed
Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed
I don't give a goddamn, 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 ahh human feces
Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a fuckin' 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 fuck with those in the major leagues
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit 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
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back
To what
Niggaz on the left
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back
To what?
Let your feet stomp
Brag shit to death
Wild for the night
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.02] Up from the thirty six chambers
[00:03.14] It's the ghost
[00:05.94] Killah
[00:10.51] Wu-Tang
[00:11.85] Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm
[00:13.68] Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm
[00:16.84] Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm
[00:19.07] Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm
[00:21.95] The Rza, the Gza, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U God
[00:27.39] Ghostface Killah, The Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, The Masta killa
[00:31.32] Raw Desire, Levon, Power Cipher
[00:35.36] Twelve o'clock, Sixtysecond Assassin, The Fourth Disciple
[00:39.07] The Brand White, K.D. the Down Low Wrecka
[00:42.05] Shyheim AKA the Rugged Child
[00:44.46] Due Due Lilz, Mista Hezakiah better known as the Yin and the Yang
[00:48.90] The True Master, Ason, DJ Skane, the True Robocop comin' through
[00:53.27] Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized
[00:57.13] The Shaolin soldiers, Daddy O and Poppa Ron
[01:00.50] Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of things
[01:03.57] Killa beez all over your fuckin' planet
[01:05.65] Thirty six chambers of death
[01:07.12] Three hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
[01:09.20] Choppin' off your motherfuckin' dome
[01:12.05] Peace and every fuckin' borough
[01:13.51] Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island
[01:16.27] The motherfuckin' Bronx, killa beez
[01:18.51] The sword, c'mon, give him the sword
[01:22.66] Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
[01:23.48] Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
[01:25.99] Hoods on the right, wild for the night
[01:28.27] Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
[01:30.90] The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical
[01:33.73] Fuckin' wit my style is sort of like a miracle
[01:36.01] On 34th street in the Square of Herald
[01:38.31] I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a fitz like Gerald
[01:41.08] Geraldine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow
[01:43.00] 'Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
[01:45.85] And shine, shine, shine like gold mine
[01:48.05] Here comes the drunk Monk, with a quart of Ballentine
[01:50.45] Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
[01:52.75] Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the Gza
[01:55.58] One who just represent the Wu-Tang click
[01:58.12] With the game and soul, of an old school flick
[02:00.52] Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
[02:03.23] Claudine went to Cooley high and had mad kids
[02:05.88] So stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin' own
[02:09.13] I'll hang your ass with this microphone
[02:11.30] Make way for the merge of traffic
[02:13.62] Wu-Tang's comin' through with full metal jackets
[02:16.44] God squad that's mad hard to serve
[02:18.29] Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
[02:21.27] Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
[02:23.66] Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
[02:25.69] Hoods on the right, wild for the night
[02:28.03] Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
[02:30.77] The response while I bomb that ass, you ain't shit
[02:33.96] Your wack ass town had you gassed
[02:35.86] Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
[02:38.23] Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed
[02:41.05] I don't give a goddamn, on the shows you did
[02:43.64] How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid?
[02:46.10] 'Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know
[02:48.66] I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
[02:51.37] You become so pat as my style increases
[02:53.61] What's that in your pants ahh human feces
[02:56.38] Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
[02:58.65] Next time come strapped with a fuckin' pamper
[03:01.41] How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter
[03:03.73] I'm on the mound G and it's a no hitter
[03:06.21] And my DJ the catcher, he's my man
[03:08.77] Anyway he's the one who devised the plan
[03:11.29] He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
[03:13.99] I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike 'em out
[03:16.19] So, it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
[03:18.72] You can't fuck with those in the major leagues
[03:21.23] Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
[03:23.28] Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
[03:25.75] Hoods on the right, wild for the night
[03:27.94] Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
[03:31.10] Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
[03:33.59] Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
[03:36.02] Hoods on the right, wild for the night
[03:37.98] Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
[03:41.15] Hoods on the right
[03:48.52] Punks in the back
[03:50.81] To what
[03:53.72] Niggaz on the left
[03:56.19] Hoods on the right
[03:58.57] Punks in the back
[04:00.85] To what?
[04:03.04] Let your feet stomp
[04:04.51] Brag shit to death
[04:06.05] Wild for the night
[04:09.30] Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
[04:25.78] Hoods on the right, wild for the night
[04:27.96] Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
[04:31.68]
[00:03.14] It's the ghost
[00:05.94] Killah
[00:10.51] Wu-Tang
[00:11.85] Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm
[00:13.68] Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm
[00:16.84] Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm
[00:19.07] Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm
[00:21.95] The Rza, the Gza, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U God
[00:27.39] Ghostface Killah, The Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, The Masta killa
[00:31.32] Raw Desire, Levon, Power Cipher
[00:35.36] Twelve o'clock, Sixtysecond Assassin, The Fourth Disciple
[00:39.07] The Brand White, K.D. the Down Low Wrecka
[00:42.05] Shyheim AKA the Rugged Child
[00:44.46] Due Due Lilz, Mista Hezakiah better known as the Yin and the Yang
[00:48.90] The True Master, Ason, DJ Skane, the True Robocop comin' through
[00:53.27] Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized
[00:57.13] The Shaolin soldiers, Daddy O and Poppa Ron
[01:00.50] Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of things
[01:03.57] Killa beez all over your fuckin' planet
[01:05.65] Thirty six chambers of death
[01:07.12] Three hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
[01:09.20] Choppin' off your motherfuckin' dome
[01:12.05] Peace and every fuckin' borough
[01:13.51] Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island
[01:16.27] The motherfuckin' Bronx, killa beez
[01:18.51] The sword, c'mon, give him the sword
[01:22.66] Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
[01:23.48] Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
[01:25.99] Hoods on the right, wild for the night
[01:28.27] Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
[01:30.90] The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical
[01:33.73] Fuckin' wit my style is sort of like a miracle
[01:36.01] On 34th street in the Square of Herald
[01:38.31] I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a fitz like Gerald
[01:41.08] Geraldine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow
[01:43.00] 'Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
[01:45.85] And shine, shine, shine like gold mine
[01:48.05] Here comes the drunk Monk, with a quart of Ballentine
[01:50.45] Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
[01:52.75] Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the Gza
[01:55.58] One who just represent the Wu-Tang click
[01:58.12] With the game and soul, of an old school flick
[02:00.52] Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
[02:03.23] Claudine went to Cooley high and had mad kids
[02:05.88] So stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin' own
[02:09.13] I'll hang your ass with this microphone
[02:11.30] Make way for the merge of traffic
[02:13.62] Wu-Tang's comin' through with full metal jackets
[02:16.44] God squad that's mad hard to serve
[02:18.29] Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
[02:21.27] Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
[02:23.66] Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
[02:25.69] Hoods on the right, wild for the night
[02:28.03] Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
[02:30.77] The response while I bomb that ass, you ain't shit
[02:33.96] Your wack ass town had you gassed
[02:35.86] Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
[02:38.23] Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed
[02:41.05] I don't give a goddamn, on the shows you did
[02:43.64] How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid?
[02:46.10] 'Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know
[02:48.66] I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
[02:51.37] You become so pat as my style increases
[02:53.61] What's that in your pants ahh human feces
[02:56.38] Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
[02:58.65] Next time come strapped with a fuckin' pamper
[03:01.41] How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter
[03:03.73] I'm on the mound G and it's a no hitter
[03:06.21] And my DJ the catcher, he's my man
[03:08.77] Anyway he's the one who devised the plan
[03:11.29] He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
[03:13.99] I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike 'em out
[03:16.19] So, it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
[03:18.72] You can't fuck with those in the major leagues
[03:21.23] Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
[03:23.28] Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
[03:25.75] Hoods on the right, wild for the night
[03:27.94] Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
[03:31.10] Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
[03:33.59] Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
[03:36.02] Hoods on the right, wild for the night
[03:37.98] Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
[03:41.15] Hoods on the right
[03:48.52] Punks in the back
[03:50.81] To what
[03:53.72] Niggaz on the left
[03:56.19] Hoods on the right
[03:58.57] Punks in the back
[04:00.85] To what?
[04:03.04] Let your feet stomp
[04:04.51] Brag shit to death
[04:06.05] Wild for the night
[04:09.30] Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
[04:25.78] Hoods on the right, wild for the night
[04:27.96] Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
[04:31.68]