[00:00.00] 作词 : Robert Diggs/Clifford Smith/Corey Woods/Jason Hunter/Patrick Charles/DeVon Harris
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Robert Diggs/Clifford Smith/Corey Woods/Jason Hunter/Patrick Charles/DeVon Harris
[00:02.12]Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
[00:04.65]Wu-Tang, nigga, that’s what’s up (one)
[00:07.44]Wu-Tang, nigga, that’s what’s up
[00:10.77](That’s what’s up) Eh, eh, eh
[00:14.69]Wu-Tang, nigga, that’s what’s up
[00:17.36]Wu-Tang, nigga, that’s what’s up
[00:20.16]Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew, laugh at you
[00:22.54]You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
[00:25.02]Hear me roar, Timbaland tree, weed galore
[00:27.51]MC’s with gusto y’all ain’t neva seen befo’
[00:30.06]El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
[00:32.47]That’s what’s up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow
[00:35.00]Oh, that’s Meth Man, southpaw, I throw my left hand
[00:37.57]To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam
[00:40.00]Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain’t nuttin’ like some hood shit
[00:42.64]Gotta love my dogs but ain’t nuttin’ like a good b***h
[00:45.09]Strictly, if I’m goin’ down, she comin’ wit me
[00:47.94]Whole time screamin,’ “Oh my God!”, ain’t no mystery
[00:50.27]Y’all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
[00:52.60]Y’all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
[00:55.04]Correct me if I’m wrong but fake thugs never last long
[00:58.32]Can’t wait until ya fake-ass gone
[00:59.99]Y’all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
[01:02.58]Y’all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
[01:04.99]Wu-Tang, nigga, uh-oh! I think they’re playin’ our song
[01:07.69]Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin’ “It’s on!’
[01:10.14]Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my
[01:12.93]Watch the block get clear when I buck my
[01:15.38]Boomerang darts, you can’t duck my
[01:17.89]No tellin‘ which Clan man you got struck by
[01:20.31]Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye
[01:23.00]Arrows bein’ fired from crossbow, I talk fly
[01:25.42]You can’t Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat
[01:28.23]Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep
[01:30.60]Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec’s
[01:33.12]Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
[01:35.54]Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
[01:37.82]John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Fingerand them toolies, yo
[01:40.45]Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly
[01:43.26]To try to detain the slang that we can to polly
[01:45.60]Plus you didn’t peep Irief, kid, you sleep
[01:47.94]I seen this heap of shit, you in steep
[01:50.35]Y’all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
[01:52.87]Y’all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
[01:55.42]Correct me if I’m wrong but fake thugs never last long
[01:58.47]Can’t wait until ya fake-ass gone
[02:00.11]Yo, amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple
[02:02.97]Broadcastin’ live from the pits of the battle
[02:05.38]Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle
[02:08.01]You ever hear me losin,’ one of y’all fix the panel
[02:10.54]Ask who? Wu, that’s true, known piranhas
[02:13.10]Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona
[02:15.47]The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R
[02:17.95]In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar
[02:20.44]Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame
[02:23.02]Hurtin’ third string players, first day in the game
[02:25.41]It’s on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come
[02:28.09]Make the world shake with one continuous drum
[02:30.32]Y’all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
[02:32.77]Y’all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
[02:35.65]Correct me if I’m wrong but fake thugs never last long
[02:38.67]Can’t wait until ya fake-ass gone
[02:40.64]Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you)
[02:42.20]Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin’
[02:45.89]Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too)
[02:48.51]Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin’ at the cops too)
[02:51.06]Eh-yo, my wallets stay bulletproofs, racin’ in Coups
[02:53.20]Yeah, we the realest, ultraviolet leathers on pealin’ this
[02:55.73]Love lookin’ the illest, gorilla things
[02:57.92]Monster background with a history
[02:59.60]You’re pumpin’ crack, yap clowns, we all real in here
[03:02.30]Trap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here
[03:05.77]Blasted, it’s like cheeba when I splashed it
[03:08.35]Real reefer heads’ll know the meanin’ of hittin’ glass
[03:10.81]I told y’alls, against y’all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods
[03:13.46]Picture me stabbin’ you in the yard for R’s
[03:15.84]Kid saw Staten, nine *Bin Ladens*
[03:18.08]Valors on, colorful draws, lookin’ all relaxed in
[03:20.92]Y’all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
[03:23.34]Y’all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
[03:25.85]Correct me if I’m wrong but fake thugs never last long
[03:28.64]Can’t wait until ya fake-ass gone
[03:30.97]Y’all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
[03:33.33]Y’all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
[03:35.86]Wu-Tang, nigga, uh-oh! I think they’re playin’ our song
[03:38.39]Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin’ “It’s on!’
[03:40.92]

作词 : Robert Diggs/Clifford Smith/Corey Woods/Jason Hunter/Patrick Charles/DeVon Harris
作曲 : Robert Diggs/Clifford Smith/Corey Woods/Jason Hunter/Patrick Charles/DeVon Harris
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Wu-Tang, nigga, that’s what’s up (one)
Wu-Tang, nigga, that’s what’s up
(That’s what’s up) Eh, eh, eh
Wu-Tang, nigga, that’s what’s up
Wu-Tang, nigga, that’s what’s up
Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew, laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me roar, Timbaland tree, weed galore
MC’s with gusto y’all ain’t neva seen befo’
El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That’s what’s up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow
Oh, that’s Meth Man, southpaw, I throw my left hand
To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam
Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain’t nuttin’ like some hood shit
Gotta love my dogs but ain’t nuttin’ like a good b***h
Strictly, if I’m goin’ down, she comin’ wit me
Whole time screamin,’ “Oh my God!”, ain’t no mystery
Y’all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Y’all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I’m wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can’t wait until ya fake-ass gone
Y’all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Y’all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Wu-Tang, nigga, uh-oh! I think they’re playin’ our song
Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin’ “It’s on!’
Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can’t duck my
No tellin‘ which Clan man you got struck by
Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye
Arrows bein’ fired from crossbow, I talk fly
You can’t Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat
Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec’s
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Fingerand them toolies, yo
Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly
To try to detain the slang that we can to polly
Plus you didn’t peep Irief, kid, you sleep
I seen this heap of shit, you in steep
Y’all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Y’all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I’m wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can’t wait until ya fake-ass gone
Yo, amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple
Broadcastin’ live from the pits of the battle
Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle
You ever hear me losin,’ one of y’all fix the panel
Ask who? Wu, that’s true, known piranhas
Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona
The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R
In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar
Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame
Hurtin’ third string players, first day in the game
It’s on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come
Make the world shake with one continuous drum
Y’all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Y’all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I’m wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can’t wait until ya fake-ass gone
Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you)
Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin’
Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too)
Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin’ at the cops too)
Eh-yo, my wallets stay bulletproofs, racin’ in Coups
Yeah, we the realest, ultraviolet leathers on pealin’ this
Love lookin’ the illest, gorilla things
Monster background with a history
You’re pumpin’ crack, yap clowns, we all real in here
Trap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here
Blasted, it’s like cheeba when I splashed it
Real reefer heads’ll know the meanin’ of hittin’ glass
I told y’alls, against y’all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods
Picture me stabbin’ you in the yard for R’s
Kid saw Staten, nine *Bin Ladens*
Valors on, colorful draws, lookin’ all relaxed in
Y’all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Y’all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I’m wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can’t wait until ya fake-ass gone
Y’all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Y’all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Wu-Tang, nigga, uh-oh! I think they’re playin’ our song
Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin’ “It’s on!’