Clan in da Front - Live in San Bernadino, CA - 2019 Remaster

作词 : Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Jason Hunter/Gary Grice/Russell Jones/Robert Diggs/Lamont Hawkins/Clifford Smith

作曲 : Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Jason Hunter/Gary Grice/Russell Jones/Robert Diggs/Lamont Hawkins/Clifford Smith

Up from the 36 Chambers...

Heheh.. it's the Ghost..（Face）..（Killahh） Hehheheh

Wu-Tang

Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm

Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm

Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm

Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm

The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God

Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer

Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher

Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple

The Brand White

K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child

Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang

The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru

Scientific Shabazz, my mother****** man Wise the Civilized

The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron

Comin down from the mother****** South end of things

Killa beez all over your ****** planet

Thirty-six chambers of death

Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles

Choppin off your mother****** dome...

...peace, and every ****** borough

Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island

The mother****** Bronx, killa beez....

（The sword? C'mon, give him the sword）

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp

******z on the left, brag ************t to death

Now hoods on the right, wild for the night

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...

The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical

****** wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle

on 34th Street, in the ************ of Herald

I gamed Ella, the ************ caught a Fitz like Gerald

ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow

Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow

and ************ne ************ne ************ne like gold mine

Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine

Pass the bone, kid pass the bone

Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA

One who just represent the Wu-Tang click

With the game and soul, of an old school flick

Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids

Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids

so stop, the life you save may be your mother****** own

I'll hang your ass with this microphone

Make way for the merge of traffic

Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets

God squad that's mad hard to serve

Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp

******z on the left, brag ************t to death

Now hoods on the right, wild for the night

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...

The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't ************t!"

Your wack ass town had you gassed

Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush

Souped up ******z on a stage get rushed

I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did

How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?

Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know

I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow

You become so Pat as my style increases

What's that in your pants ahhh human feces!

Throw your ************tty drawers in the hamper

Next time come strapped with a ****** Pamper

How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter

I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter

And my DJ the catcher, he's my man

Anyway he's the one who devised the plan

He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout

I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out

So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue

You can't ****** with those in the major leagues

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp

******z on the left, brag ************t to death

Now hoods on the right, wild for the night

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp

******z on the left, brag ************t to death

Now hoods on the right, wild for the night

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...

******z on the left, brag ************t to death

Hoods on the right, wild for the night

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to