It's That Wu Shit Songtext
von Ghostface Killah & Method Man

Yo, yo
Most of the time yo I′m flicked up

Stepping out the crib like I sixed up
Don't get it mixed up
Even if you shaking your hand it′s still gripped up
With two spots left yeah we still bricked up
Trees pine green no seeds
Young boys feeling they self, they must be on E's
Me, I stay yachted out rolling on oceans
He banging my old chick any man open

Think I smell a goon
They been been in since the tunnel days
Shanks out they ready to move
Somebody yelled out "Ballin'"

In two seconds Lord they was up on him
That boy should′ve slowed down baby

Now what he gon′ tell his lady?
Jaw on the floor looking all crazy
A lot of things been going down in here lately


In 2012
The DJ is still recognized as the crowd controller
The record breaker
Keep the bottles popping and all the ass shaking
It's that bullshit
It′s that movement
It's the who shit
In the house

Yo, should I talk about all the jewels I wore on my neck?
Why you had to talk your little shit and out of respect
I′m a don, rebel out of Staten Island projects

I dare y'all to come in my projects
Leave with no head or no neck
You thought I was flexed the way I bombed your set
In the hallway banging out smelling like cake
Tongue the bitches down most of them got scraped
Watch how I move the crowd
I′m a maker making clout to this
No shit no doubt
Two shots of Hennessy ladies want Goose
Earlier them front niggas now they want a truce

Mami got a bubble in her Jimmy Choo shoes
When I go and kick it she's a goodie too shoot

Yeah right, daddy got bread
Like J Holiday I wanna put you to bed
Them are your girlfriend's kicks don′t let it go to your head
Walking around in your cheap ass threads


Get away from me

Stinky

It′s that bullshit
It's that movement
It′s the who shit
In the house

Yeah, yeah
Yo, I spit lines from the rubber room

Bottom line I kick mine like a mother's womb
I′m, still in my prime fuck them other dudes
No biting the rule but we can eat each other's food
Flash a camera at the all time great

Single handed increased New York′s crime rate
That's why I love it in the Empire State
The city where your fat ass can still find weight
But y'all ain′t getting it
The game is different and in recession
A lot of veterans is quitting it
Every day I′m living it your boy got blunts
Fighting after school a lot of y'all got jumped

Staten Island bruh
Ratchet under my coat potato silencer
And we be silencing every ferry that challenge us
Check a nigga out of respect I′m spectacular
This the massacre