Ruckus In B Minor

[Intro - RZA:] Huh, after all these years, what you said was true The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang is very dangerous [Interlude 1 - Ol' Dirty Bastard:] It's the ODB kid, once again coming through your area. And I'm going to tell you one time, you gon' love this [Verse 1 - Inspectah Deck:] I had to get the money, said it wasn't a choice Die Hard's on the bars, Ladies lovin' the voice Morphine flow, numbing your joints Bomb a nigga like he number 81 from Detroit Zombie life, World War Z Antidote to your virus, your highness, the world on me Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis So deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavy Sick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fire Forever with bars, sort of like a lifer With the Son of Anarchy, I be Breaking Bad Walking Dead, day dreaming of making a band Dancing With the Stars, Americans Idol me The Mentalist with the Big Bang Theory [Hook - Method Man:] Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one [Verse 2 - U-God:] The most duplicated, anticipated, validated Urban legends in the books with the ones who made it Highly celebrated, everything was work related Current top 40 got the Wu deep in all their business 20 years Killa Bees, yeah, we hold the pennant Monumental stance on the cover with my co-defendants Drop her sentence, in remembrance Construct these jewels so they can live through my descendants [Bridge - Method Man:] Younging, I can see your draws, pull your pants up Can't even call yourself a man until you man up And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up And I don't care who runs the city when the summer come Your summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one [Hook] [Verse 4 - Cappadonna:] Picture a young nigga on the strip getting rich off the drug shit Putting other niggas on, teaching ‘em thug shit Then they want stick 'em up, then they get slugs quick Hood-type niggas always living that crime life Jealous-ass grimy niggaMy lines is like Peruvian coke, go ahead and try one My recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixture Rainman mathematician, this city slicker Finest threads cover my frame, the cloths of royalty Strive with an army of winners and no pretenders (*One*) We live free and achieve more But first we gotta win with no stale mate The all eye seeing is victorious biz to the sound man [Verse 7 - Masta Killa:] All my trucks, tanks are bulletproof, been the truth Loot the track, clear the booth, my thought ready, aim, shoot My knowledge one twenty proof, let's tear the roof off Let's spray, M-A-S-T-A King I Love-Love club, pack stadium rock I hold the mic snug, split a slug Black ninja, mask and gloves [Hook]