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Unpredictable (Album Version|Explicit) - Wu-Tang Clan/Dexter Wiggle
Plush whips and rollies
Ice chains and stogies
No b**ch could
Hold me in this Thug World
I hold it with the bolo grip
Solo control the strip
Behold P L O the click man
It's over with
So quick notice
How we bang with the knuckles bare
Wu-Tang keep it fresh like tupperware
The Jungle Animal House
Gat in your mouth
Polly with the wild life
Cannibal out
Give this five course meal in effect
Reel to reel or cassette
Or with the mask on peelin' the tech
Killah Hill man
You feelin' my set feelin' my rep
Annamette with the top down
Wheelin' the 'Vette
Scoop me downtown
Cop the brown and back to the bids
Twist a blunt in front of Jake
And still mash on the strip
Face sick with the rap sh*t
Stackin' them chips
In the pits stick sh*t
Cats packin' them grips
Bad b**ch with the black six
After my ****
She like this your p**sy
And she smash my click
Not a fake not a fraud
See my name on the wall
Niggaz straight like an inmate
Tryin' make the board
Snake waitin'
Dudes came for sure I lay law
Stay raw 'cause a 'Massacre'
With no 'Chainsaw'
Half y'all talk about it
But you don't want war
See my wolves eat the bones
And we still want more
We be foamin' at the mouth
Even I doubt we leave without eatin'
So without reason pounds are squeezin'
The lifestyle of fiends and beans
Big dreams and cream
B**ches ride like the Scream Machine
For a taste of it the chick strip
Clean out the jeans
Next thing she was smugglin'
Coke between the seams
If real niggaz is listenin'
The life we livin' is wrong
Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable
Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable
Back for transitions
To save us from harm
We in the race for time
So we won't lose our mind
But if we run the race like a thug
We would lose
That mind that we made of
You kept the weapon concealed
Like a magician's secret dollar bill
Liable to pull a knife
From out of his heel
Snatch the sword
From the rock with one hand
One finger bzz turn ya body to sand
You'll be hopin' you'd be Spidey
To get away from this
You be hopin' you be whitey
When the judge get pissed
One man can't uplift the land
Like Method Man standin' on the hands of fans
See the Captain and Lieutenants
True descendant
Splendid unprecedented hip hop vintage
Started from the park benches
Before the narcs could snitch us
He was God Cypher Divine
Tryin' to spark the whizzes
If real niggaz is listenin'
The life we livin' is wrong
Back for transitions
To save us from harm
We in the race for time
So we won't lose our mind
(Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable)
But if we run the race like a thug
We would lose that mind that we made of