Wu-Tang Clan / Shaolin Worldwide

Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Yo, wantin' respect
Yo, wantin' respect
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Yo, wantin' respect
Who the fuck are you to criticize me?
Yo, slap, yo, slap dick to your wifey
Yo, yo

Another Wu tradition, street vision, listen
All my life, I've been poverty-stricken
Always took what's mine, never was given
A second chance, just a rap sheet of bad decisions
You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
Quick to slip the clip in, blow you out position
Street jurisdiction, nigga, no restriction
Concrete composition, put emcees in submission
Special edition crash course mission
Push through like the task force and crush all competition
See you from a distance, dry snitchin', whisperin'
To your man, posted up like two little pigeons
When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches
Or find yourself a delt, sleepin' with the fishes
I got no love for fans, that's fake-ass niggas
I can't stand a bit when that's all in my business
Wu-Tang forever and a day, don't get it twisted
Or get lifted out your shoes, son, from hot biscuit
We street kids, we can't lose, we terrorize your district
Leave no fingerprints and no survivin' witness

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the other side, worldwide
Streetlife, homicide
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, fool
We P.L.O. for sure
If it don't flow, gotta go for sure
If it don't blow, gotta go for sure
If it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went boom

Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese katana
Ninja karma, piranhas crack teeth on my armor
Scandalous Iran contra bomber
Conquer like rebels in Rwanda
Death before dishonor, snake charmer
Persona of one who makes drama
Godfather 4 type saga
Tuckin' a revolver in my parka
Foreigner, prepare for departure
Mic carver, strike harder
Fear the bow of the silent archer
Sure shotter, blast a rock to your starter
Poison darter, news photographers document the horror
While I bounce yonder with Tawana in the aqua-blue Honda
Honor roll scholar, rottweiler, grip mics for top dollar
Your highness, the crowd holler
Got your head rocked, feel the brain trauma
Proud sponsor, hotter than Bahamas steam saunas
The rebel of the opera, rocked off the chocolate in the Garcia
Monster truck crush you imposters

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the other side, worldwide
I.N.S., homicide
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, fool
We P.L.O. for sure
If it don't flow, gotta go for sure
If it don't blow, gotta go for sure
If it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went boom

I'm the four-mic MC with five-mic potential
Overlooked 'cause y'all can't understand what I been through
You ain't got to love me or even pretend to
Actin' like they street and they ain't got no street credentials
Track villains, raps be killin' instrumentals
They catch feelings and slap a fillin' out your dental
Underground champ of ghetto residentials
Up shit's creek, lookin' for some more shit to get into
Grab the Clan jewels as I continue
To serve you everything on the menu
Your chef, John Jacob
Remember Sunz of Man told you, "Wake up"
My nigga, smell the coffee
I'm too hardcore to kill softly
Time to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me
The Jedi, only use the Force if you force me
Shaolin what? Don't get it fucked up and cross me
Rappers gettin' stuck for actin' stuck up and flossy
Say it ain't so
Bust a Calico rat from the island called Stat', here we go

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the other side, worldwide
Method Man, homicide
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, fool
We P.L.O. for sure
If it don't flow, gotta go for sure
If it don't blow, gotta go for sure
If it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went boom

Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Wantin' respect
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?