paroles de chanson Fish (Live) - Wu-Tang Clan
(You
know
they're
killers
themselves,
People
die
for
them.
You
know,
guys
that
I
fooled
with
were
killers
themselves
Want
it?,
how
you
want
it?
stop
that!,
stop
that!)
These
are
the
men
who
lead
the
crime
families
of
America.
I
control
26,
000
men.
Except
for
dope,
we
operate
in
all
aspects
of
organized
crime.
And
if
there's
one
thing
I'm
sure
of,
it's
that
drugs
destroy
your
mind.
And
destroy
your
home.
In
the
end
it'll
only
lead
our
country
into
ruin)
We
eat
fish,
tossed
salads
and
make
rap
ballads
The
biochemical
slang
lord'll
throw
the
arrows
in
the
dope
fiend
Vocal
chords
switch
laser
beams
my
triple
sevens
Broke
the
slot
machines
out
in
Queens,
Grey
Poupon
is
rebel
on
rap
Smack
on,
swing
like
batons,
most
want
niggas
smoked
like
Hilshire
Farms
Check
the
gun
we
sew,
underneath
my
shoe
lies
the
tap
That
attract
bow-legged
bitches
with
wide
horse
gaps
In
steel
mills
iron
he'll
smoke
the
blow
on
Duns
You
run
heroins,
Primatine
mist
is
afraid
of
my
lungs
Turn
my
channel,
it'll
blow
your
whole
bench
off
the
panel
Like
80
roman
candles
that
backfired
then
slammed
you
Every
day
is
like
a
video
shoot,
check
this
shit
I
take
you
back
to
Playboy,
stash
guns
and
whips
Picture
afro,
big
shish-ka-bobs
and
daishikis
1000
civil
marched
blazed
their
fists
in
early
sixties
Now
check
this
one,
you
must
have
been
stupid
to
miss
this
one
'Donna
shogunnin'
flip
a
ton
of
fashion
Destination
be
the
cash
when
I
step
past
one
Don't
make
me
blast
one,
I'm
cold
like
Eskimo
flow
Cappadonna
stay
chillin'
take
shots
of
penicillin
Clean
out
and
let
the
steam
out,
she
fiend
to
blow
out
But
I'm
equipped
with
mad
white,
Morris
The
Rap
got
nine
lives
I'll
take
a
few
hundred-thousand
dollar
dives
And
then
I
still
never
go
down
Until
the
last
round
I
shine,
When
RZA
do
his
thing
motherfucker,
I'ma
do
mine
Now,
where
I
come
from
cats
be
carryin'
Marryin'
drug
money
Fuck
up
your
wife,
get
four
to
life,
claim
we
handling
Midtown
niggers
scramblin',
moving
examine
the
fly
shit
Plus
quick
to
buy
shit
Chef,
yeah,
you
know
the
whole
gods
Asterick,
Fidel
Castro
suits
plus
depositin'
cash
rule
big
time
Play
it
like
Canadian
wine,
RZA
's
the
rhyme
now,
the
sacredness
of
One's
true
mind
Now
let's
get
colorful
like
money
green
High
roller
coaster,
Sosa,
million
dollar
nigger
roaster
Yeah,
GOD,
be
havin'
my
whole
steez
laced
Now
let's
wrap
our
tapes,
connect
dots
Aim
Glocks
train
style,
Figaro
fly
jewel
Tri-color
Cubans
swerving
we'll
pow
with
Germans
in
Suburbans
24
niggas
with
vests's
on,
my
own
restaurant
Dons
sendin'
my
sons
membership
forms
They
still
gettin'
this
paper
scraper
Fake
haters
from
Jamaica,
wizards
be
passing
like
Lakers
And
if
you
comin'
from
Lex,
Lewis,
Rich
Liberace
Fetus
style
and
block
your
goals
like
hockey
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2 Da Rockwilder (Live)
3 Got Your Money (Live)
4 Duel of the Iron Mic (Live)
5 Brooklyn Zoo (Live)
6 Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Live)
7 For Heaven's Sake (Live)
8 Reunited (Live)
9 Liquid Swords (Live)
10 It's Yourz (Live)
11 WuTang Clan Ain't Nuthing ta F' Wit (Live)
12 Da Mystery of Chessboxin (Live)
13 Grid Iron Rap (Live)
14 Bring da Pasin (Live)
15 Do U Really Thang Thang (Live)
16 What the Blood Clot (Live)
17 Careful Click Click (Live)
18 Ice Cream (Live)
19 WuTang: 7th Chamber (Live)
20 One Blood Under W (Live)
21 Shadowboxin' (Live)
22 Cherchez la Ghost (Live)
23 La Rhumba / Black Widow Pt. 2 (Live)
24 Protect Ya Neck (Live)
25 Bring Da Ruckus (Live)
26 Tearz (Live)
27 C.R.E.A.M (Live)
28 Method Man (Live)
29 Triumph (Live)
30 Impossible (Live)
31 Gravel Pit (Live)
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