"Wooden Soldier" lyrics
You know where I come from, (Know where I'm from)
(It's that boy) Shaolin, baby
S.I.N.Y. 10304, S.I.N.Y. 10304
S.I.N.Y. 10304, S.I.N.Y
Yes this shit is raw comin' at your door
You start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more!"
Yes the hours four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights and plus the cold war
Everybody face down on the floor before Hell break loose
Like Tom Hanks rushing the shore
Brother man stay 'bout it for sure
Big blades on the Escalade, gettin' paid bouncin' on the law
It's only just a matter of time
I'ma flat line your vital signs when I rat-a-tat with the rhyme
Don't nah nigga do it like me, white tee matchin Nikes
The blue and white 59-50
I watch the city like my name's Bruce Wayne
Counting loose change on a stoup hanging where my crew bang
Certified live, ducking the five
With two pipes like Wes Snipes busting from the side
So serious like the Gods in Medina
Street sweeper buck shots, the quake off the rictor
Gotta have it, Brother Osh popped the 'matic
Supreme team, bags and beams, rocking carrots
Can't nobody stop my grind, bottom line
If it's on I'll put a fool in a box for mine
And I'm only gon' warn you once
Chew on this, food for thought, smash all your fronts
And I'ma eat ya'll frauds for lunch
Chump ass niggas ball for stunts, we fuck broads in a bunch
You ain't gangster, son, you're soft, It's evident
For my thugs doin' life I'm forced to represent
Watch the V12 sit on chrome
The same love I get out of town, watch I get at home
Left shorty back blown when she hit that dome
It's like that when I get that jones, when I'm in that zone
This is for the die hard who ride hard
In every zip code switching fresh clothes and fly cars
S.I.N.Y. 10304, S.I.N.Y. 10304
S.I.N.Y. 10304, S.I.N.Y
(It's that boy) Shaolin, baby
S.I.N.Y. 10304, S.I.N.Y. 10304
S.I.N.Y. 10304, S.I.N.Y
Yes this shit is raw comin' at your door
You start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more!"
Yes the hours four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights and plus the cold war
Everybody face down on the floor before Hell break loose
Like Tom Hanks rushing the shore
Brother man stay 'bout it for sure
Big blades on the Escalade, gettin' paid bouncin' on the law
It's only just a matter of time
I'ma flat line your vital signs when I rat-a-tat with the rhyme
Don't nah nigga do it like me, white tee matchin Nikes
The blue and white 59-50
I watch the city like my name's Bruce Wayne
Counting loose change on a stoup hanging where my crew bang
Certified live, ducking the five
With two pipes like Wes Snipes busting from the side
So serious like the Gods in Medina
Street sweeper buck shots, the quake off the rictor
Gotta have it, Brother Osh popped the 'matic
Supreme team, bags and beams, rocking carrots
Can't nobody stop my grind, bottom line
If it's on I'll put a fool in a box for mine
And I'm only gon' warn you once
Chew on this, food for thought, smash all your fronts
And I'ma eat ya'll frauds for lunch
Chump ass niggas ball for stunts, we fuck broads in a bunch
You ain't gangster, son, you're soft, It's evident
For my thugs doin' life I'm forced to represent
Watch the V12 sit on chrome
The same love I get out of town, watch I get at home
Left shorty back blown when she hit that dome
It's like that when I get that jones, when I'm in that zone
This is for the die hard who ride hard
In every zip code switching fresh clothes and fly cars
S.I.N.Y. 10304, S.I.N.Y. 10304
S.I.N.Y. 10304, S.I.N.Y
