Tonalité : D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Bb
Dm
The Wu- Tang slang is
mad dangerous
(Yo, yo) the Wu- Tang slang
is mad dangerous
Verse 2
Dm
Gm
Champagne nights on
Bb
a corner mad heavy
Dm
Bb
Around the time I was
Dm
beefing with Wizzy
Stark stayed in Claiborne
drawers
Dickin' bitches down they
man come through
Bb
Dm
Damn near kissed the ground jumping out
G
Gm
Dm
Bb
of big shit with Benneton pajamas on
Line my soldiers up,
Dm
strategize, then I move my pawns
Should've been Italian how I'm
getting that Parmesan
Talkin' bout the ones you keep
putting those commas on
Gm
Dm
Bb
And I'ma keep hope alive
Cause mad lil' niggas look
Dm
up to me outside
Breaking dawn blunted,
Bb
drums in they mouth
Dm
I drop a jewel,
they see the C- cyphers then bounce
G
Dm
Gm
Bb
Please God, you see Ray yo tell 'em I say
I was in the East, a nigga died,
but cut off his dreads
Dm
I be back around six PM
Do my prayers around 1 o'clock
Bb
Dm
Plus I gotta pick up these gems
Cause it's going down
Gm
tonight at the Garden
Bb
Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill,
Dm
I'm supposed to be starring
You know how I do, son
Nugget stones with the blue ones
Bb
Dm
And coming with me is a few guns
Verse 3
Dm
I think he's on that shit again
Bb
Twisting niggas out hard,
Dm
gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in
Bet against me, you own a hat where
your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again (the Wu- Tang
slang is mad dangerous)
Bb
Twisting niggas out hard,
Dm
gettin' rid of 'em (the Wu- Tang slang is mad dangerous)
You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in
Bet against me, you own a hat where your
fuckin' head can't fit up in
Verse 4
Dm
Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis
Bb
Dm
I could hop on a track, relax,
then remain speechless
Peep this, I closed down
the kid's store
Bought thousand dollar sneakers
G
Dm
Bought a dozen pair with 'em,
Bb
shared 'em with his cousin
Dm
Wu- tang slang boomerang
back like Reggie Hudlin
From New York City to Philly
to Los Angeles
The Wu- Tang slang is mad
dangerous
You can't out think the RZA, nigga
Bb
I make your brain shrink
Dm
My lyrics are vitamins,
I go from A to Zinc
And yeah I got that iron just
in case the Emcee think
He can take it to the streets then watch
his ass become extinct
C
Bb
Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
Dm
I torn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex
Verse 5
Dm
Ay yo last night my sugar
was five hundred
That log cabin syrup on them flapjacks
took it to sky hundred
Gm
That's thirteen units of
Dm
Bb
insulin
Dm
Brought it back down now everything is official- in,
like Michelin
Counting bread like Maserati Rick
out in Michigan
And all my old girlfriends are
jumping on my dick again
Verse 6
Dm
I think he's on that shit again
Bb
Twisting niggas out hard,
gettin' rid of 'em
Dm
You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in
Bet against me, you own a hat where
your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again (the Wu-
Tang slang is mad dangerous)
Bb
Twisting niggas out hard,
Dm
gettin' rid of 'em (the Wu- Tang slang is mad dangerous)
You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in
Bet against me, you own a hat where your fuckin'
Outro 1
head can't fit up in
Dm
Bb
Dm
G
Dm
Bb
Bb
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