Here I Am

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You never, never sing

Say, yeah! Come on ya!(x4)

Here I am, here I am (Where you at?)

I be the ruff cat with a back and the knapsack

Taking all the shorties out with my wicked flow

Wu Tang on the go, never slow, time to blow

Up, so wuzz up? You better duck or get buck

Live cool shortie who don't give a flying fuck

So what's up sonie? Now let me through the Kay

The little rascal with a fade and rugged boxs braise

So a born terror, a.k.a a rugged child

Niggas on my tip so hard I need a lifestyle

But I get silky, go for you like milk gee

Brothers sun on wack on waxs like Milli Vanilli

Uhh! You know! I've got the style with the flavor

When I stick you up you need more then life savers

If I rob a bank can't forget to be swip

And if he runs his lip, that ass will be his

Say, yeah! Come on ya(x4)

I'm the jam, I slam

Cause I am the man, hut damn!

I swing more beats than tarzan

I'm a rascal, bad little bastard

Brothers try to gas it but yo I'm not having it

Chump try to play me by they trees a company

What's up money grip

Whats your problem, why your bumpin' me

What you want beef?

Yo she dearload the tec-nine

Get the bag full of shells cause I'ma get mom's boy

I'm a joker and ain't just a little tree

Cause I row deep with rascal and G P

Kidnapped your girl, don't worry I won't hurt her

But then you try to save her

with the old black super sworda'

You got srayed your girl got the pinnie-ray

Then she got slayed in an old owl sex compays

So who are you to try to play lice smooth?

You ain't cool. That's why we set it of in no'

Now what you gonna do?

It's a Wu thang. You wouldn't understand

It's a Wu-tang thang. My man! It's a Wu thang

You wouldn't understand. It's a Wu-tang thang

My man. Plus it,

I'm slick thats why you swat my deals nigga

Well here's a little trick when I flip the bit

Ahh shit!

I hip with the hop that's why I rock nonstop

You say five is lot, but I roll a drip drop

Like E Solo, I'd be the spell bound, let a man down

Here I am, here I am, here I am

L double E, you can't F U C K with Emmy

So get through your fucking head gee

(Right now it is in the house) Plus my styles

She's is back and fourth from New York

Back the town stuff

Let it rain in the park as I start the spark

They're kickin' the fly rhymes

And have you blowin' in the dark

Yo, punk ass

Say, yeah! Come on ya!(x4)