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Artist : WU-TANG CLAN
 Shaolin Worldwide | WU-TANG CLAN(feat. Street Life)
  
["Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface] 
[sample repeats in background of Street's intro] 
 
[Intro: Street Life, (Method Man)] 
 
Yo, yo 
Never doubt the Life 
(EHHHH! YO!) Yo 
Who the fuck are you to criticize me? 
Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey 
Yo (respect, that's my word) 
 
[Street Life] 
Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen 
All my life I've been poverty stricken 
Always took what's mines, never was given 
a second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision 
You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin 
Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position 
Street juridictions, nigga, no restriction 
Concrete composition for emcee's 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 
Greet your man posted up like two little bitches 
When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches 
Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes 
I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas 
I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business 
Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted 
I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot buscuit 
These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district 
Leave no finger prints and no survivin witness 
 
[Chorus: Method Man] 
 
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide 
(Yo, yo Math!) 
It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide 
Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to 
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. 
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go 
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go 
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go 
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! 
 
[Inspectah Deck] 
Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana 
Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor 
Scadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda 
Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama 
Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin a revolver in my Parker 
Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder 
Fear the bow of the silent archer 
Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter 
Poison darter, news photographers document the horror 
While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda 
Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar 
Your highnes, the crowd hollar 
Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma 
Crowd sponser, hotter than Bahama steam saunas 
The Rebel of opera, popped off the choclate and the ?gosha? 
Monster truck crush you imposters 
 
[Chorus: Method Man] 
 
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide 
It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide 
I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to 
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. 
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go 
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go 
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go 
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! 
 
[Method Man] 
I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential 
Overlooked cuz y'all can't understand what I been thru 
You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to 
Actin like the street, they ain't got no street credentials 
Crack villians, raps be killin instrumentals 
The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental 
Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials 
Up shit's creek lookin for some more shit to get into 
Got the Clan jewels as I continue 
to serve you everythin on that's on the menu 
with Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man told you Wake Up? 
My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly 
Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me 
The Jedi, only use The Force if ya 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 the callico 
Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go 
 
[Chorus: Method Man] 
 
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide 
It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide 
Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to 
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. 
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go 
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go 
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go 
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! 
 
["wantin respect--wantin respect" -- Ghostface] 
["Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface] 
["wantin respect--wantin respect" -- Ghostface] 
["wantin respect, sharpest niggas in the..." -- Ghostface]
  
 
 
  
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