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Artist : WU-TANG CLAN
 Back In The Game | WU-TANG CLAN(feat. Ron Isley)
  
"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!" 
 
[Method Man] 
Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) 
It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know 
 
[Inspectah Deck] 
Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work 
We took time off, while other rappers got jerked 
Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how 
things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now 
And as we step in the door, we cause panic 
Yep, the usual suspects, we at it 
Vexed at it, y'all went a week with the belt 
Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself 
Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old 
I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold 
Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go 
Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes 
Still me - always have and will be 
Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free 
Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay 
And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday 
 
[Chorus: Ron Isley] 
Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now 
My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now 
Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now 
Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now 
 
[Method Man] 
Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin 
Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin 
Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin 
Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin 
Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in 
And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life 
Ante up cause if you blow the dice 
on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight 
That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife 
Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke 
Searchin for a quick antidote 
Mo' money, mo' problems to cope 
 
[GZA] 
We were at the same table when the chips were checked 
A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+ 
Just when you thought we would fold our hand 
Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans 
It was live on air but in between station breaks 
I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes 
Split the demos, put insurance on tapes 
A safeguard against the crusaders in capes 
If I double down they say the Gods are sharks 
If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked 
We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu 
While the dealer promoted the full house venue 
A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds 
The high roller who got credit upon signin 
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle 
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle 
 
[Chorus - 0.75X] 
[Raekwon] Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!") 
[R. Isley] Shit's bout to change.. 
 
[Raekwon the Chef] 
Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on 
how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch 
Banana coat matchin with the ratchet 
Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin 
Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird 
Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant 
It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin 
Buried you alive, left your whore cryin 
We on your floor look more doors 
Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed 
And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix 
Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich 
 
[Ghostface Killah] 
Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio 
Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process 
Everybody switched they names like 
Whatcha call it, any fast (?) 
It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches 
Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy 
Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through 
We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through 
RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power 
Proof that power plastered divine classical lines 
Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable 
Now niggaz with the radical shines 
It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me 
We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. 
World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan 
We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Ron Isley ad libs to fade]
  
 
 
  
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