Hellz Wind Staff Wu-Tang Clan (Ft. Streetlife)

[Intro: 'Unbeaten 28' sample]
The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again
There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang
Die

[Verse 1: StreetLife]
So get your egg crashed by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the pictures broadcast and splash to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung
His father watched in horror as he swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead before the age of 21
Left his son to grow in the ghettos of the slums
Where the shots echo for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow, nigga, and get P.L.O
By the lone gunner who took revenge for his brother
Who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawnin', new crews is formin'
Rival gangs warrin', blood steadily pourin'
The streets are deep, son, every day is like a rerun
So I reach out and try to teach one
But 85% uncivilized content
No tolerance, so a lifetime is spent
Behind a cage, bent, smoked out and on a park bench
Killer instinct, slave rap niggas get lynched

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
So, yo! Break that nigga arm fast as a fuck
Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck
To all you slew-footed penguins
Duckin' from these hot rocks that's flamin'
Chocolate for all you rap Damians
Sprayin' cards, espionage, dodge ball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
In the makin', next album — Blood on Chef Apron
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
Discovery Channel, cats the Book of Daniel
Coke blunts hot as a fuck, swatted bamboo
High school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out!
On the regular for robbin' a good nigga house
Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable
Hot rock lava, gringo throw the Frusen Gladjé