Careful Click Click

Careful Click Click

Wu-Tang Clan

Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son?
Damn... nigga got fucked, shit, huh?!
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point sun

Hold tight grip on the God-U
Now you best be careful!
Can't dodge two (??) aimed at your domepiece
Father you see King police!!

Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum
Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum

Yo Rae it's been a long time son
since we bust gunclap glaciers
Ran the world and snatched paper
Return to the 36th Chamber

Proceed with caution as you enter
We have an A.P.B., on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a masta!!

Yo somethin in the street went, bang bang
Makin it hard for you to do your thang thang
Somethin in the street went, bang bang

Up in the boss game wildin', money for grabs
I ain't fuckin' with crabs, out of state copped two labs
Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave.
Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dough rehab
Tryin' to re-up, keep my feet up

Snake niggaz in the cut, hold the product
Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust
Niggaz you can't trust, dealin' with lust
Seen him at the ballgames with James

Somethin' in the street went, bang bang
Makin' it hard for you to do your thang thang
Somethin' in the street went, bang bang
Makin'it hard for you to do your thang thang

Somethin in the hole went, clang clang
The boxcutter went, clang clang
Somethin in the hole went, clang clang
The boxcutter went,clang clang

These are the bones, bones from the grave of Houdini
G-Deini, razoni noodles sprinkled on your embry
Climb like the deficit, profits, death threats
To Israel slid through Bethlehem bong on one wheel

Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's
Granddaddy Caddy was copped for 6 G's
Begosh all that Oshkosh jumpers
Pink Champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall bumpers

These in the camera guys, cause, turn your eyes
Sweat on the hammer fly, ways, of the Samurai
Newsflash bulletin, Gods on the prowl
We full again, ruff men scuff Timbs

Sonic bionic lens, RZA console
Is it Bush or the Dole, front row of the super bowl
Black gold in my soul, on a hoe stroll
Don't go boy you on parole you don't know?

Someone in the back went, clack clack
Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack clack
Someone in the back went, clack clack
Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack clack

Made 'em throw they hands up, but then lay flat
Rat pack eat up, the average alley cat
Prepare for the impact when we contact
Known to drop backs that crack your hard hat

Must I show and prove, trust I, bust I
Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the buggy-I Benz
Who contends, Wu like the Superfriends
Who's your rhymin' hero? Wu-Tang rules again

Someone in the back went, clack clack
Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack clack
Someone in the back went, clack clack
Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack

Yo somethin' in the street went, bang bang
Makin' it hard for you to do your thang thang
Somethin' in the street went, bang bang

Somethin' in the hole went, click click
The boxcutter went, click click
Somethin' in the hole went, click click
The boxcutter went, click click

Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum
Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum

Written by DIGGS, ROBERT F. / HAWKINS, LAMONT / HUNTER, JASON / HILL, DARRYL ROBERT / TURNER, ELGIN EVANDER
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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