Rivers Of Blood

The Chinese have a saying; "Dangerous men will meet in narrow streets"

And so it was, Wu will raise between the Clans

And that meant pressure on me, to make more weapons

And as word of the gold shipment spread

Strangers suddenly appeared in Jungle Village

[Raekwon]

Aiyo, aiyo, machete's still stainless, the archbishop run from the narcs

A crisp biscuit, plus play the heart, wrist glisten

Cool captain, catch me in Africa, blacked down

With four, five Somalians, black Timbs

Rubber suit Wonder Woman, bangles and blue Coupe

I'm usually up on the roof, counting mad loot

Root beer reefer, T-frame, doing my one-two

Smoking with a plain Jane trooper

Excellent with rifles, out in Japan, in a flight goose

Switchblade that poke out the night boost

Flustered on the bullet train with chains on

Getting my train on, thunder money make bread brainstorm

All this is made for the Forbes list, whores get pissed

Aiyo, he ****** me out his drawers, he dissed me

All this is calculated, the Batman of the Blackhand

Mafia money, killas who rock tans

[Chorus 2X: U-God]

Bone, crushing, smooth, kicks

Blades, chopping, through, bricks

Master of the weaponry, sells to both clicks

Blacksmith, with the Iron Fists

[Ghostface Killah]

Yeah, yo, rigamortis, I watch your body rot to the bone structure

Scrape out your brain watch your eyeballs rupture

Black magic, leave your ******* skull in a soup pot

Makaveli, vamoose like 2Pac

Suicidal tendencies, downing white Hennessey

Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace, B

Choking ****** out for no reason, it's Duck Seazon

I'm cold as ice, six degrees below freezing

Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Krueger

You'se a baby piranha surrounded by barracudas

Seven thirty, I'm more like six o'clock

Straight up and down, beating ****** til there's blood in the socks

Ox' and duff 'em, stuff 'em in black bags

Without getting no blood on my fresh rags

Ruthless, heart of a stone, born with no emotions

I piss out brouhahas, poisonous potions

[Chorus 2X]

[Kool G. Rap]

Yeah, it's the three deadly venoms, with weapons in the denims

Some **** that'll shake windows and break late tenants

Come left field, aim crooked, and just straight blaze in 'em

Have you ****** with straight legs, with a fake leg in 'em

Wolf in sheep's clothing, nah, I'm scoping a tender lamb

Spin you ******* like a ballroom dinner dance

G mode, dress code, got suspended plans

Russian roulette, money bet, go and spend your chance

You little fleas, the Killa Beez and army ants

EMS cut up your jeans like zombie pants

Hollow chrome to your collar bone, pinned against a **** beat

That sound like the first key on the xylophone

Grown men discussing death in the mildest tone

See how quick the smiley faces turn solid stone

Ghostface, Rae and G be the wildest known

We straight street, but we keep a seat in the palace throne

[Chorus 2X]