People Under the Stairs Follow

Intro: RZA, Raekwon

Yo *echoes*

Older cats *echoes*

Yo *echoes*

Whassup Rae? What's going on Son?

Whattup dude?

Yeah, I ain't see y'all cats in a long time

Check it, yo

Y'all better be on that shit too

Older cats max with young godz who got the guns

KnowhatI'msayin son?

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run

Y'all the little y'all the youth coming up

Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums

KnowhatI'msayin son?

Yo son

Of the young Shaolin Monks, chickenheads will get done

You the first man, you go first son

I'm mobb deep, in cherry Cherokees I forever be

on some thug shit, runnin wild through New York City

Bustin guns rockin jew-els that shine like sun

Stapleton is where I'm from

And been down for years stayed on point like stairs (yeah, word up)

Cuz the jealous motherfuckers want to end my career

I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but I learned ta

Keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated burner

And squeeze, if I get front on my nine millimi

will have my enemies, behind trees

Niggaz that think they live cuz they puff a little lye

Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don't think they'll kill us

Chorus: RZA, with Rae

Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns

You right about that kid

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run

Now yo y'all just keep everything moving you know

Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums

The beat is sounding like Star Trek

Of the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads, with the tongue

So yo, youknowhatI'msayin Son?

Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon

I meditate then swing with the force of mountains

Brain cells is able to be bi-debatable

When I think it's hazardous to your ozone layer

A pre-meditated killer plan so kill the Mayor, my silencer

causes niggaz to hush, then I rush, like Manchus

who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels

I live by name and cut veins

Burning bodies into flames

Between my anger, I lock down every chamber

Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger

Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic

Build off of rhymin calisthetics

I'm determined, I raise a army like Hitler done Germans

and become the Allied commander, my enemies is catching on camera

They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)

By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness

as I hang with Jehovah's Witnesses

Chorus: RZA

Older cats max with young godz that got the guns

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run

Or get stung, by the killa bee stinga from the slums

From the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue

Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do

Last year, you ran for the border with your crew

I flip, stacks, all the, time when I rhyme

Libra is my sign, and can't stand swine

When I dine, the automatic weapon

Got niggaz steppin, in the opposite direction

My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you clowns

My proposition, meaning you go round for round

Straight up and down, I broke the sound barrier

Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite

The grammar, hype, nigga check your stacks

Or you'll be rhyming with a broke back

Niggaz talk about they rollin deep up in here

The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair

Chorus: Raekwon, RZA

Older...

Yo, y'all calm down man calm down calm down

Yeah, and yo

Now yo, youknowhatI'msayin?

I wanna tell y'all

Y'all up under the restrictions of the Wu camp

Aiyyo Rae, you got Killa Sin

YouknowhatI'msayin?

Madman, Shyheim the Rugged Child

So just take your time and handle life as it comes

Motherfuckin Rubbabandz, the young godz comin through

Cause the real nigga gonna know what they gotta do

Showin and provin youknowhatI'msayin? Shaolin forever

Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war fuck the peace

Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at Jones Beach

in the summer, number one gunner run for cover

Keep em steppin with more Lethal Weapons than Danny Gloves

I cock back, action packed raps and gats

niggaz trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks

Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked

for actin snotty Hobbes catch karate chops

Cuz Wu-Tang live, forever and a day

you better pray for better ways to get away when my Beretta spray

We never play with commercialism

The hardcore rhythm give em more hell than an exorcism

My terrordome be a clever poem let it be known

I'm packin chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones

My crew's sicker than that AIDS shit

While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave sift

My right hand man, myself and the Clan

And to my Physical one love power crazy real

for all them carbon copy niggaz lurkin in the rap deal

Chorus: RZA

Older cats max, the young godz yo they got the guns

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run

Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum

Come the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue

Older cats max, young godz got the guns

Out of town niggaz best to run

Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, check it out

Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, they got the guns

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run

Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum

From the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue

From the slum comes the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue

Older cats mack, but young godz got the guns

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run

Or get stung

Killa bee stinga from the slum, come the young

Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue

Older cats max, but young godz they got the guns

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run

Aiyyo stop it

Older cats max but young godz they got the guns

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run

Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum

From the young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue

Young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue

Older cats max but young godz got the guns

Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run

Or get stung...