Wu-Tang Clan, Rza, U-God, Masta Killa, Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck - Careful (Click, Click) (Explicit Version)

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 dome piece Father U C 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 (Click, click) The box cutter went (Click, click) Somethin' in the hole went (Click, click) The box cutter went (Click, click) 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 coppin' 6 G's Begosh all that Oshkosh jumpers Pink Champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall bumpers These ain't the camera guys 'cause, turn your eyes Sweat on the hammer fly, ways, of the Samurai Newsflash bulletin, God's 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, 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 box cutter went (Click, click) Somethin' in the hole went (Click, click) The box cutter went (Click, click) Somethin' in the slum went rum, pum, pum, pum Somethin' in the slum went rum, pum, pum, pum