Wu-Tang Clan — Y’all Been Warned

[Intro: Method Man & Masta Killa] Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, hey 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 (That's what's up) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up [Verse 1: Method Man] Wu-Tang nigga, crash your 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 never seen before El-Producto, pass that, you 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 nothing like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs, but ain't nothing like a good bitch Strictly, if I'm goin' down, she comin' with me Whole time screamin', "Oh, my God!", ain't no mystery [Chorus: Method Man] 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, nigga Uh-oh, I think they're playin' our song Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin', "It's on!" [Verse 2: RZA] 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 Etch-A-Sketch, all my rhyme threat Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep Soaked in sex, dope, you eat the cold TEC's Boldflex, W crown, the ice O-X Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies, yo Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly To try to detain the slang that we came to party Plus you didn't peep Irief, kid, you sleep I seen this heap of shit, you in steep [Chorus: Method Man] 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 [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Yo, amidst 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 [Chorus: Method Man] 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 [Verse 4: Raekwon & Masta Killa] Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) Shoot this nigga in his face for his mumblin' (I heard y'all forgot Wu) Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block, too) Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin' at the cops, too) Yo, my wallets stay bulletproof, racin' in coups Yeah, we the realest, ultraviolet leathers on, pealin' this Love lookin' the illest, gorilla things Monster background with a history of pumpin' crack Yap clowns, we all real in here; strap 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, Ginsus avenge gods Picture me stabbin' you in the yard for R's Kid saw Staten, nine *Bin Ladens* Valours on, colourful drawers, lookin' all relaxed in [Chorus: Method Man] 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, nigga Uh-oh, I think they're playin' our song Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin', "It's on!" [Outro: sample] I not begging for my own life. Just let my child be born, then I don't mind dying Ha, that's great kill her and his child. Ta Chi, go ahead