Wu-tang Collective [compilation] (2005) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

[Intro: Shyheim]
"In Trouble"
Yeah, yeah, word, what?
"In Trouble"
That's my word, Allah
"In Trouble"
Get me out of this one, please!
"In Trouble"
I'll never do it again, for real
"In Trouble"
Word, somebody help me, it's real
"In Trouble"
Please make everything be ok
"In Trouble"
I'm in a well, I can't get out
"In Trouble"
I'm trapped, for real
"When you're down.. in trouble"
I'm tellin' you
"In Trouble"
Nobody gon' be there for you
"And you need some love and care"
Come on, I need you son
I'm tellin' you, you better listen to me
I'm your son and I love you
That's my word
Listen son, listen
Yo yo yo yo
For real, yo, yo, yo
For real, yo, yo, yo
I'ma keep it real, yo, yo, yo
I'ma keep it real

[Shyheim]
Three-to-six facin', new indictment
Plus violation of probation, I had to do the boogie oogie
Absent from court like class, I had to play hookey
The pressure was on, tippy tippy, I'm on my toes
Fuck risin' to the occasion, the temperature been rose
Set it off like intros, blast you and your kin folks
A trouble maker, bitcher taker, a scorpio
Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor
We cake up like make up, and in New York
Fuck the daily news, Shyheim, I made the paper
Want a anchor and a lock, drop-top, three-and-a-quarter
My mother in Hell said, "People in Hell want ice water"
It'll be a manslaughter, private-eye, that's an order
I know where them cowards be standin', on the corner
Is it 'caine or money order? One love cousin
I thought it was when it wasn't, the dust had me
Buggin'

[Break: Shyheim]
Pssh.. word up son
"When you're down, In Trouble"
When you down, they scatter like roaches
"And you need some love and care"
They be scared to death to pull them burners out them
Holsters
Yo, word to my mother, I think they eat holsters
For real, son
But y'all I'ma bring it like, yo..

[Shyheim]
Yo, yo, yo
How the fuck y'all was thinkin'? Shyheim/Abe Lincoln
So what you ain't hear me on the Clan album, featurin'
At best I'm kept secretive like Mase and trees
Wanna hold me in captive in Babylon like Julias Maccabees
That's blasphemy, Shaolin'll blast for me
I eat niggas like plates, from Applebee's
Wu-Tang Killa Bees, we cause casualties
Collect annual fees, from y'all pussy-ass niggas
Who album should've come with a piece of gum and a tattoo sticker
A lot of my niggas, they've returned to the Earth
And in front of their hurse, I kick the same verse
Cuz everythin' the pastor said was fake and it hurt

[Break: Shyheim]
"In Trouble"
That's my word
Niggas don't be there for real
"And you need some love and care"
Word bond, all you get is a five-- five minute
Conversation
Word, they like, "Yo, remember him?"
"In Trouble"
For real, "Remember them?"
Word up, son, man
"And you need some love and care"
God won't even give no flowers on your tombstone
I'm tellin' you, knowin' who is your homies
Niggas'll be stingy that you hang with
Uh, uh, uh..

[Shyheim]
When I was ten years old, I realized that with an O
I could flip that and bring back a brick in coke
Never took a short, never took a snort
Caught a warrant in New York for not appearin' in court
But I'll stilll survive, some of my closest homies died
Murdered in homicides, I just couldn't let it slide
Fuck money, jury and bein' a rap star
I hoped out shootin', soon as my bitch stopped the car
Plus Shyheim with the scar did it
That's what everyone said on my trial menace
They thought I was finished, but then I got acquitted
And pied niggas in their eye for the fuckin' spinach
Not for Olive Oyl

[Outro: Shyheim]
Yea, word, for real
This goes out to all my (spoiled) real peoples
"In Trouble"
Graduated, on the real, from the School of Hard Knocks
One thug to the last slug
"In Trouble"
To all my niggas, bein' out for the law
People that come and diss you, official Outlawz
Forms of snakes and all that
"In Trouble"
And all my niggas, man, suck a dick 'til you hiccup
Dugly, keepin' it bloody
"And you need some love and care"
Keepin' it real, Shyheim
To my whole family, Shy feel yo
"In Trouble"
We down, but we hold up, son
I'm tellin' y'all
"And you need some love and care"
For real, it's on, nigga
Yea, twenty-seven, we roll up the punches
"In Trouble"
Wu-Tang, we punch, mothafucka
Shaolin, Staten Island
"And you need some love and care"
"When you're down, In Trouble"
"And you need some love and care"
"When you're down, In Trouble"
"And you need some love and care"

***chorus*** (x2)
F**k y'all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all

[killa sin]
We move on m.c.'s mechanically
Strike nerve like ghost vs. a canopy
Hard to touch ratarded f**ks playing wit they fantasies
Respect this
Specialist
Black
Testing this will get ya necklace jacked
And named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak
Unless you spoken to
We throw a cold screw
And sober up when I'm approaching you
At the same time we posting two
Niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do what they supposed to do
The limelight
Snatched away from you because it's my night
Killarm blaze inside of the twilight
You better get ya lines right
Half of thease crabs cant even rhyme right
Which dart slows wit body movement and blurry eyesight
What you want I already got
And after I controll I keep head high, head pon-cocked
And pockets rollin'
You foldin'
You fagot ass f**k

[dom pachino]
Yo farotion never fails
Shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail
Inhale life
Exhale strive anxiety's trife
Blowin' smoke out my peice pipe
Ducking the snipe
Shot off the top of the white house and cop 4's
War never does and many causes
My offense is my defense extreme precautious
Moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious
Ya forcing it
Parishly extortionists
Aborting this
Space ship thats spacious face it
Im on contain shit
Pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
The case is
If not ya basic
Way to make shit
Embrace it
Knowing some day you'll have to face it

***chorus***
F**k y'all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
(so f**k yall, so f**k y'all niggas)

[bobby digital]
Yo, yo hard to grapple
I raise the sharp scaple
Technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip
I smoke the honey dip
Blunts cherry bomb
Very calm
First bursts like a shot from the berry homes
You'd be most wise to pay close attention
To willy lynchin'
Its stupid to f**k wit' bobby steel's henchmen
I step into presidential
Credentials, evident my potential
Be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsible
Only ones can know me
Swore me before the dolby


Alexis colby broads try to control me
Pussy whip me like toby
F**k the local
I move global
Economical
Ship sea promise fool
My info glow
And the dark wu-tang logo
Sparks the attention, look listen observe
Killa bee swerv
Slam like dr. julias erv
Still strike the vital nerve
Charter through the magna carta
Trapped like otis and carter
Wild like the shaolin style or manos harbor
King devine forced to shine
Head burst open like a bottle of pine
Use penmenship
When I write my script
Blunt spark em' and them mark em' homeless
Killa hill syndrome
Peace to two tone
He must know me to understand me from what you do
To realize I'm you
Everything I do honey bee from the bee hive
Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke killa priest from the tribe
Of levi smoke out and not steal
Or blunt spill
The indestructable bobby steel's is here

[method man]
Yo in the heat of the night
My 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and trappa john m.d.
Full metal jackets
'cause' some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's really real
Understandable
Self explainable
Caution john blaze flamable
When under pressure, interchangable and still
Coming down like precipitation as I reign undesputed
How johnny do it
Dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough)
Two and off
Stank pussy make my dick soft (huh)
Bottom line be this high, explosive
Not for the average joseph
Come and get some
Hol' it, keep one
Up in the chamber
Blast wit' my middle finger
Now I toss men
Attack like the four horsemen
See me dog walkin'
Strickly getty-o slang talkin'
All up in thease guts, soften
Thease rap niggas, official
We slap niggas
Wit' mak' charges
Dope shit regardless
We usually take another niggas garments (what)

[killarmy]
Straight up and down I got this rap shit locked in '98
Niggas cant escape the laws that I enforce like top notch politicians
Who be pola-tickin'
Slam through expand total construction accross the planet and micro chip software
Placed in the rear of ya ear
As I sit the next year
All y'all analong niggas f**k y'all we be digital
Shit is critical
Like the hallways in my projects
Similar to the streets in tibet
F**k that I ain't playin' wit' a full deck (son, son, son, son)

[Intro:]
Okay God it's like this
If we don't manifest our power to the fullest
Man, you know what I'm saying?
Nothing will become of everything that we plan
Understand and understood God
See we goin' show them the strength in what we doing
Cause this is for he babies (indeed)
That's why it's on the strength
Everything is on the strength
[Verse 1:]
Simultaneous anger to this life I'm no stranger
Galaxy mission to attack in the track black
Diplomats in the world called rapture
Death was a concept I didn't want to capture
The laughter singing over ?mantress d?
Street colleagues slow up,
Their man got tow up
Guts be throw up sipping on rum
We sing from the creed of a begger's last son
Cash fast fun, no life undone
Take what you need son cause you daddy made mo' than one
And it was fun 'till reality formed screaming
>From a palace where the weather's warm
Yo you have to be the father and the lord of the score
Used to hover here now it's cutting your vocal cord
No mo' speaking the lies to the weak
'Cause I'm about killing these guys with my feet
Today it's a stage maybe later it's a cosmic course
The general I be rocking on the horse
On the strength of course don't let it be in vain
Cause it's time for The Beggaz to reign, remain
[Verse 2:]
A vision my facility a death world trilogy (you see that shit)
Now fictional plots speak out through gunshots
Battles won and lost at the of heaven's throne
The sky rains blood drowning the earth with red mud
I be sitting on the edge of Mars counting stars
Finding me a place in space unchaseable
No mortal can't fulfill such skill they incapable
Of keeping all the planets in-line with one mind
Make the sun and moon both shine at one time
I orchestrate the guns that air for God's sake
Precipitate make rain, hail, snow and earthquake
Levitate the gravitational pull of Haleys comet
Shake the chords of earth make a euro-volacanic vomit
Ebonic with sonic waves that blaze the human flesh
It flames extra-terrestrial it's time to reap professional
Feel the untestable force burning your course
Hints of visible thoughts be the source of Begga sorcery
....Begga sorcery
[Chorus]
ON THE STRENGTH
Time is money and gain
ON THE STRENGTH
Math is one and the same
ON THE STRENGTH
Whining is something for pain
ON THE STRENGTH
Beggaz for ever remain
[Repeat]
[Verse 3:]
Buddah Hava who lives the ways by nature
Escape on a galactic space caper
To the nexus, transportation a glass Lexus
Forever present is Wu Chi in the essence
Of life is immortal
We travel through portals thats phenomenon,
Paragon through the octagon
My Chi gong is calm, express through Alvatron
Love hell alright is the day destroys the night
Knife divides today feathers are harmonious
And universal ways to escapades
We take what we need to survive and stay alive
Draw more sometimes as we break through the other side
[Verse 4:]
The Knoliton master law and order
Astrolgoic civilize the human family throughout the populous
Live forever like metabolics
Everything I speak has logic
Estimated all partsman of the chief king fistboxin'
Inscribe within the Begga doctrine
Manual infold I roll protect my physic
From elements of the globe
We communicate like space probe,
Remainder of the square frag the author
Of the final chapter seven star grandmaster
Pugilist John Trappa M.D.
Go-go thirteen professional MC
I bomb squads like Hank Sharpley
Expose a fraud like hardcopy
I know click and shoot like paparazzi
With the never conclusive euro language of usage
Street persona, my thought is blacker than the pre-madonna
Far and beyond, If lickin' who warfare like Sadam
Invade everyone like Ghangis Khan
Forever will remain
And the Beggaz will continue go on.......
[Chorus]