paroles de chanson Ruckus In B Minor - Wu-Tang Clan
This
the
ODB
kid,
once
again
comin'
thru
yo
area
& I'm
goin'
to
tell
ya
one
time,
ya
gon'
luv
this
()
I
had
to
get
the
$,
said
it
wasn't
a
choice
Die
Hard's
on
the
bars,
80's
luvin'
the
voice
Morphine
flow,
numbin'
yo
joints
Brought
my
nigga
in
it
like
he
number
eighty
one
from
Detroit
Zombie
life,
World
War
Z
Antidote
to
yo
virus,
yo
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
made,
Nick
Cage
how
I
ride
wit
fire
Foreva
wit
bars,
sort
of
like
a
lifer
Wit
the
Son
of
Anarchy,
I'll
be
Breakin'
Bad
Walkin'
Dead,
day
dreamin'
of
makin'
a
band
Dancin'
With
the
Stars,
American
Idol
Meets
the
Mentalist
wit
the
Big
Bang
Theory
()
Still
no.
1,
still
no.
1,
still
nno.
1
Still
no.
1,
still
no.
1,
11 1
(2)
The
most
duplicated,
anticipated,
validated
Urban
legends
in
the
books
wit
the
ones
who
made
it
Highly
celebrated,
errythin'
was
work
related
Current
top
forty
got
the
Wu
thinking
they
up
in
it
20
years
Killa
Bees
yea
we
hold
the
pennant
Monumental
stance
on
the
cova
wit
my
codefendants
Drop
her
sentence,
in
remembrance
Construct
these
jewels
so
they
can
live
thru
my
descendants
(Bridge)
Young'n,
I
can
see
yo
draws,
pull
yo
pants
up
Can't
even
call
yoself
a
man
until
ya
man
up
And
if
ya
call
yoself
a
fan,
ya
need
to
stand
up
This
ain't
a
party,
it's
a
jest,
keep
ya
hands
up
And
I
don't
care
who
in
the
city
when
the
summer
come
Yes
I'm
a
don
who
foreva
and
foreva
still
no.
1
()
Still
no.
1,
still
no.
1,
still
nno.
1
Still
no.
1,
still
no.
1,
11 1
(4)
Picture
a
young'n
on
the
strip
getting
rich
off
the
drug
shit
Puttin'
all
the
niggas
on,
teaching
'em
thug
shit
Then
they
want
stick
'em
up,
then
they
want
slugs
quick
Hood
tight,
niggas
always
livin'
that
crime
life
Jerry's
ass
grimmus
and
emcee-in'
the
lime
light
Slimy
old
nigga
like
fuckin'
yo
man's
wife
Foolish
shit
use
the
word
brother,
he
man
dike
(5)
Yo!
I
spit
my
way
all
across
New
York
Get
it
out
in
all
types
of
ice
as
a
sport
1 chain,
2 chain,
3 chain,
4
Niggas
mouths
drop
like
the
leaves
in
the
fall
Told
bout
that
WBC,
I
take
off
dubbin'
anthem
moves
Land
in
the
Fiji's,
that's
my
bird
and
that's
my
word!
Ya
faggots
keep
fuckin'
around
and
get
curbed
(6)
Forms
circles
like
the
rings
of
Saturn
Dust
rocks
and
ice
in
a
particular
pattern
Then
this
fascinatin'
picture
has
emerged
from
surface
A
wonder
of
the
young
world
wit
an
urge
and
purpose
A
wild
fire
engulfin'
erry
home
It's
history,
chiseled
and
carved
in
erry
stone
A
workshop
where
skills
are
learned
Handcrafted
and
drafted,
written
works
are
main
concern
Urban
center
provided
wit
a
social
structure
And
a
curious
culture
full
of
supaconductors
Each
stain
is
part
of
a
scene
wit
Intricate
geometric
raps
on
a
larger
screen
Snuff
poundin',
marvelous
in
its
surroundin'
Viewpoints
that
make
the
same,
it's
all
astoundin'
A
place
where
the
fo'gotten
art
is
so
powerful
A
strikin'
image
of
sumethin'
that's
so
valuable
()
GZA,
this
is
called
Ruckus
In
B
Minor
Rae,
all
those
bad
times
that's
behind
us
Ghost,
put
that
mask
on
to
remind
us
Method
Man
let
'em
know
who's
New
York's
finest
(Bridge)
Young'n,
I
can
see
yo
draws,
pull
yo
pants
up
Can't
even
call
yoself
a
man
until
ya
man
up
And
if
ya
call
yoself
a
fan,
ya
need
to
stand
up
This
ain't
a
party,
it's
a
jest,
keep
ya
hands
up
And
I
don't
care
who
in
the
city
when
the
summer
come
Yes
I'm
a
don
who
foreva
and
foreva
still
no.
1
()
Still
no.
1,
still
no.
1,
still
nno.
1
Still
no.
1,
still
no.
1,
11 1
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