for protection Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan Spotted last night in the all black van Coming down the block with guns out the windows Licking shots off every time a wind blow
of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang" "Die!" *sounds of fighting are heard* Verse One: Street Life So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind
So the wind that blows across your room carried cheap perfume onto your dresser it rained for jewelry and for credit cards two tickets to a film i
A tidal wave I only felt inside It's an animal instinct that takes us over And we must survive Four brothers make the mother Four brothers form as one
do be equally compatible And secretively battle you to reach my peak in equilateral I'm from the streets deep in the bottom yo ain't no Mario Brothers
I'm from brooklyn, new york city I be the earth motherin', smotherin' mc's Sha queen covering 360 degrees See I blow like the wind when I flow to this
And together, we'll show you how to improvise Reminiscent of the wild style '75 'Cause it's the brothers on the mic occupyin' the drums Takin' four
brother Who was obviously totally misled and yelled out "murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential parts Of our kids' heads Shallow days, you never wanna Let a brother
it brings Years pass out without any meaning Most stay sheltered and hide out from the cold Lyrics frozen to the ground as the wind blows Lotus wilts
in Slippin' slide and we add it again T double D and a couple of friends It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind I'm
the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind
of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang Die! *sounds of fighting are heard* [Verse One: Street Life] So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind
strike I use the headpiece of a dyke I swing her brains down the lane I'm a sadomasochist One finger, two fingers, three fingers Four fingers, FUCK IT
' up on my street to her swanky little job uptown She got an office with a window and I'm lookin' out my window too I wish the four winds would blow and
misled and yelled out "murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential (walks ?) Of our kids' heads Shallow days, you never wanna Let a brother be a brother
finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah [Meth] Wu roll together as one I call my brother
ain't nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga my brother Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik So don't Question a Brother
How here's a little story - I've got to tell About three bad brothers - you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A., and me -