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gots like come on through - brooklyn zu lyrics

ha, ha, ha, ha, ha…
minds start to freeze, believe
it’s the wu-tang, killa bees (brooklyn zoo)
truths, coming at your avenue
36 chambers that are fitted in you
when you thought it couldn’t happen
we gonna take you to a new level, of hip-hop

wu, gots like come on through
su, that’s the call of the wu
zu, gots like come on through
su, that’s the call for the zu

if your from the east coast and
you’re down with brooklyn zu
su, that’s the call for your crew
if your from the west coast and
you’re down with brooklyn zu
su, that’s the call for your crew

now call me heat miser blue in my top, you’re not wiser
the lyrical rhymer, i burn that -ss like lava
magma, plus you can’t bust my crust
they call me road runner, i leave that -ss in the dust
i give the heat from beneath the earth’s core
six million and fifty degrees, maybe more
overground mounds, metallic minerals
i melt flesh, leaving mother f-ckers in the mess
my crustal plate, you can’t separate
my collosal force, blast, you’re off course
riding molten rock, i can flow non-stop
condense with sea water, watch me spin like a top
for miles and miles deep, you can’t endure the heat
be the first to run, or the last n-gg- sleep
i saw with the gl-sses, thick like mol-sses
now i breathe and exhale the poison g-sses

wu, gots like come on through
su, that’s the call of the wu
zu, gots like come on through
su, that’s the call for the zu

now take this, i hit you with the drunken dragon fist
got the punk for your mind leaving n-gg-s in bliss
i look deep into your eyes, deeper than your soul
pulling out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold
i know exactly what your thinking, i wait for you to blink
and i hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking
i send your wack -ss back to cl-ss, learn something
so you can peep the real sh-t, and you can stop fronting
on your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip
when n-gg-z burn the drama they put teks on your lips
hey son, i just thought about that sh-t
and you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the d-ck
the drunken dragon, coming at you
and if i hear you say brooklyn zu, i say “yo, who you? ” cause

wu, gots like come on through
su, that’s the call for the wu
zu, gots like come on through
su, that’s the call for the wu

back the f-ck up before i use my gat
spray two to your mat, and four to your back
it’s the hardcore warrior, straight from medina
look on my face it shows, no one meaner
brooklyn zu killa bees on the swarm
i be in your area so sound the alarm
monks in the front know not to f-ck with drunk
knocking down n-gg-s, and the girl sees the lump
sh-t is real, yes i’m hitting hard like steel
i’m coming through your town so it’s best that you peel
for real, yes i get dirty with my skill
no snags in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up
n-gg-s, your crazy, i leave no f-cking traces
when i put it on that -ss you’ll be desintegrated
crazy lunatic with the style that’s sick
somebody in my click is bound to set a pick
your hit, by this trife sh-t that i fix
i’m just like the devil, i don’t play no tricks, cause

wu, gots like come on through
su, that’s the call for the wu
zu, gots like come on through
su, that’s the call for the wu

if your from the east coast and
you’re down with brooklyn zu
su, that’s the call for your crew
if your from the west coast and
you’re down with brooklyn zu
su, that’s the call for your crew

yeah, 1 2
yeah, 170 new york ave.
ha ha ha
peace to my brothers
and my n-gg- wack
yo i love you n-gg-s
my little nephew
peace to my st–z
peace to my earth
do that sh-t n-gg-
do that sh-t n-gg-
there’s too many tables
for you to f-ck with me
keep it real
mother f-cker, pack steel
don’t f-ck with me
keep it real out there yo
check it, it’s the ol’ dirty
b-st-rd, i love you n-gg-
i love you
it’s gonna happen boy
just watch for my sh-t

- brooklyn zu lyrics

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