Ya'll Been Warned

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Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
 Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one)
 Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
 (That's what's up)
 Eh, eh, eh
 Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
 Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
 Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew, laugh at you
 You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
 Hear me roar, Timbaland tree, weed galore
 MC's with gusto why'all ain't neva seen befo'
 El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
 That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow
 Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand
 To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam
 Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit
 Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch
 Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me
 Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery
 Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
 Why'all been warned, You either step or get stepped upon
 Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
 Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
 Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
 Why'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
 Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song
 Lit blunts, Clan in da front, sayin "It's on!"
 Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my
 Watch the block get clear when I buck my
 Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
 No tellin which Clan man you got struck by
 Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye
 Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly
 You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat
 Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep
 Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's
 Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
 Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
 John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo
 Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an english folly
 To try to detain the slang that we can to polly
 Plus you didn't peep Arief, kid, you sleep
 I seen this heap of shit, you in steep
 Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
 Why'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
 Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
 Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
 Yo, amist the gravel, play the words of the big apple
 Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle
 Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle
 You ever hear me losin, one of why'all fix the panel
 Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas
 Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona
 The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-are
 In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar
 Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame
 Hurtin third string players, first day in the game
 It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come
 Make the world shake with one continuous drum
 Why'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
 Why'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon
 Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
 Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
 Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you)
 Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard why'all forgot Wu)
 Wear ya crown, black down (watch the block too)
 Blow at why'all niggas (blowin at the cops too)
 Eh-yo, my wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest
 Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest
 Gorilla things, monster background with a history
 You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here
 Strap a bomb on a family member, let why'all niggas know we here
 Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it
 Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass
 I told why'alls, against why'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods
 Picture me stabbin you in the yard for are's
 Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens
 Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in
 Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
 Why'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
 Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
 Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
 Why'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
 Why'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
 Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song
 Lit blunts, Clan in da front, sayin "It's on!"
 ♪
 I don't mind taking my own life
 Just let my child be born
 That I don't I don't mind diein
 That's great
 Kill her and his child
 Aji go ahead
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:15
Key
8
Tempo
96 BPM

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