[Hook: woman]

We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall

We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall



[RZA]

Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son

I told nigga, just not run

I saw him on 205th in Fordham

This dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!)

I blown ya, you need a blood donor

My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl)

Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?

I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)

I got hoes, in codes, in different areas

Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors

The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin'

I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)

Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson

You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason

Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'

Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction?



[Chorus: ShaCronz