It's That Wu Shit

Yo, most of the time, yo, I'm flicked up
 Stepping out the crib like I'm sixed up, don't get it mixed up
 Even if I'm shaking your hand, I'm still gripped up
 With two spots left, yeah, we still bricked up
 Trees pine, gleem no seed, young boys feeling they self, they must be on E's
 Me? I stay yachted out, boating on oceans
 He banging my old chick, and he mad open
 Think I smell the goons, they been business since the Tunnel days
 Shanks out, they ready to move
 Somebody yelled out 'ballin'
 In two seconds, lord, they was up on 'em
 That boy should of slowed down, baby
 Now what we gon' tell his lady
 Jaw on the floor, looking all crazy
 A lot of vicks been going down in here, lately
 In 2012, the DJ is still recognized as the crowd controller
 The record breaking, keep the bottles popping and all the ass shaking
 It's that Wu shit, it's that movement
 It's the Wu shit, in the house
 Yo, should I talk about all the jewels I wore on my neck
 While you had to tuck your little shit in out of respect
 I'm a don, rebel out of Staten Island projects
 I dare ya'll to come in my projects
 Leave with no head, no neck
 You thought I was Flex, the way I bombed the set
 In the hallway, banger house, smelling like cake
 Tongueing bitches down, most of them got scraped
 Watch how I move the crowd, I'mma make 'em, make 'em clap to this
 No shit, no doubt
 Two shots of Hennessy, ladies want Goose
 Earlier them fronting niggas, now they want a truce
 Mami got a bubble in her Jimmy Choo shoe
 When I go and kick it, she's a goodie two-shoe?
 Yeah, right, daddy got bread
 Like J. Holiday, I wanna put you to bed
 Tell me your girlfriends, kicks, don't let it go to your head
 Walking around in your cheap ass threads
 Get away from me, stinky
 Yeah, yo, I spit lines from the rubble room
 Bottom line, I kick mines, like a mother's womb
 I'm, still in my prime, fuck them other dudes
 No biting's the rule, but we can eat each other's food
 Flash a camera at the all time great
 Single handing increase New York's crime rate
 That's why I love it in the Empire State
 The city where your fat ass can still find weight
 But ya'll ain't getting it, the game is different
 And in the recession, a lot of veterans is quitting it
 Every day I'm living it, your boy got blunts
 Fighting after school, a lot of ya'll got jumped
 Staten Island, bruh, ratchet under my coat, potato silencer
 And we silencing that, just every day challenge us
 Check a nigga out of respect, I'm spectacular, this the Massacre