Lyrics Careful (Click, Click) - Wu-Tang Clan
Wait,
hold
up,
chill,
what's
that
son?
Damn.
nigga
got
fucked,
shit,
huh?!
By
his
back,
watch
nigga
run
Seven
the
center
of
your
eight
point
sun
Hold
tight
grip
on
the
+God-U.Now+
you
best
be
careful!
Can't
dodge
two
(??)
aimed
at
your
domepiece
+Father-U-C-King+
police!!
(U-God)
Somethin
in
the
slum
went
rum-pum-pum-pum
Somethin
in
the
slum
went
rum-pum-pum-pum
(Masta
Killa)
Yo
Rae
it's
been
a
long
time
son
since
we
bust
Gunclap
+Glaciers+,
ran
the
world
and
snatched
paper
Return
to
the
36th
Chamber
Proceed
with
caution
as
you
enter
We
have
an
A.P.B.,
on
an
MC
Killer
Looks
like
the
work
of
a
Masta!!
(Cappadonna)
Yo
somethin
in
the
street
went,
BANG
BANG
Makin
it
hard
for
you
to
do
your
THANG
THANG
Somethin
in
the
street
went,
BANG
BANG.
Up
in
the
boss
game
wildin,
money
for
grabs
I
ain't
fuckin
with
crabs,
out
of
state
copped
two
labs
Hopped
two
cabs,
back
on
the
Ave.
Stab
you
with
the
vocab,
catch
me
at
the
big
dough
rehab
Tryin
to
re-up,
keep
my
feet
up
Snake
niggaz
in
the
cut,
hold
the
product
Time
is
up,
no
luck,
heat
start
to
bust
Niggaz
you
can't
trust,
dealin
with
lust
Seen
him
at
the
ballgames
with
James
Somethin
in
the
street
went,
BANG
BANG
Makin
it
hard
for
you
to
do
your
THANG
THANG
Somethin
in
the
street
went,
BANG
BANG
Makin
it
hard
for
you
to
do
your
THANG
THANG
(Ghostface
Killah)
Somethin
in
the
hole
went
{Click
Click}
The
boxcutter
went
{Click
Click}
Somethin
in
the
hole
went
{Click
Click}
The
boxcutter
went
{Click
Click}
These
are
the
bones,
bones
from
the
grave
of
Houdini
G-Deini,
razoni
noodles
sprinkled
on
your
embry'
Climb
like
the
deficit,
profits,
death
threats
To
Israel
slid
through
Bethlehem
bong
on
one
wheel
Syringes,
rubber
bands,
needles,
the
60's
Granddaddy
Caddy
was
coppin
6 G's
Begosh
all
that
Oshkosh
jumpers
Pink
Champelle,
brown
paper
bags,
wall
to
wall
bumpers
(U-God)
These
(??)
camera
guys,
cause,
turn
your
eyes
Sweat
on
the
hammer
fly,
ways,
of
the
Samurai
Newsflash
bulletin,
Gods
on
the
prowl
We
full
again,
ruff
men
scuff
Timbs
Sonic
bionic
lens,
RZA
console
Is
it
Bush
or
the
Dole,
front
row
of
the
superbowl
Black
gold
in
my
soul,
on
a
hoe
stroll
Don't
go
boy
you
on
parole
you
don't
know?
(Inspectah
Deck)
Someone
in
the
back
went,
CLACK
CLACK
Money
is
stacked,
now
bust
your
gun,
CLACK
CLACK
Someone
in
the
back
went,
CLACK
CLACK
Money
is
stacked,
now
bust
your
gun,
CLACK
CLACK
Made
'em
throw
they
hands
up,
but
then
lay
flat
Rat
pack
eat
up,
the
average
alley
cat
Prepare
for
the
impact
when
we
contact
Known
to
drop
backs
that
crack
your
hard
hat
Must
I
show
and
prove,
trust
I,
bust
I
Make
your
head
spin
like
chrome
20's
on
the
buggy-I
Benz
Who
contends,
Wu
like
the
Superfriends
Who's
your
rhymin
hero?
Wu-Tang
rules
again
Someone
in
the
back
went,
CLACK
CLACK
Money
is
stacked,
now
bust
your
gun,
CLACK
CLACK
Someone
in
the
back
went,
CLACK
CLACK
Money
is
stacked,
now
bust
your
gun,
CLACK
CLACK
(Cappadonna)
Yo
somethin
in
the
street
went,
BANG
BANG
Makin
it
hard
for
you
to
do
your
THANG
THANG
Somethin
in
the
street
went,
BANG
BANG.
(Ghostface
Killah)
Somethin
in
the
hole
went
{Click
Click}
The
boxcutter
went
{Click
Click}
Somethin
in
the
hole
went
{Click
Click}
The
boxcutter
went
{Click
Click}
(U-God)
Somethin
in
the
slum
went
rum-pum-pum-pum
Somethin
in
the
slum
went
rum-pum-pum-pum
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