Wu-Tang Clan
Clan In Da Front

[Intro: RZA]
Up from the 36 Chambers...
Heheh..
it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killah* Hehheheh
Wu-Tang/>Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we
on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang
Killa Beez, we on a swarm
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty
Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God
Ghostface Killah, the Method
Man, Raekwon the Chef, the MastaKilla
Raw Desire, LeVon,
Power Cipher
12 O'Clock, 60 Second Assassin, the 4th
Disciple
The Brand White
K.D. the Down Low Wrecka,
Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child
Due-Due Lilz, Mista Hezakiah
-- better known as the Yin and theYang
The True Master,
Ason, DJ Skane, The True Robocop comin thru
Scientific
Shabazz, my motherfuckin man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin
Soldiers, Daddy-O and Poppa Ron
Comin down from the
motherfuckin South end of things
Killa beez all over your
fuckin planet
Thirty-six chambers of death/>Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles/>Choppin off your motherfuckin dome...
...peace, and every
fuckin borough
Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten
Island
The motherfuckin Bronx, killa beez....
/>*The sword? C'mon, give him the sword*
/>[Chorus: GZA]
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp/>Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the
right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and
attract to...

[GZA]
The Wu is comin thru, the
outcome is critical
Fuckin wit my style, is sort of like a
Miracle
on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald
I
gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald --
-- ine
Ferraro, who's full of sorrow
Cuz the hoe didn't
win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
and shine
shine shine like gold mine
Here comes the drunk monk, with
a quart of Ballentine
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone/>Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA/>One who just represent the Wu-Tang click
With the game
and soul, of an old school flick
Like the Mack and
Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High
and had mad kids
so stop, the life you save may be your
motherfuckin own
I'll hang your ass with this
microphone
Make way for the merge of traffic/>Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets
God
squad that's mad hard to serve
Come frontin hard, then
Bernhard Goetz what he deserves

[Chorus]
/>[GZA]
The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't
shit!"
Your wack ass town had you gassed
Egos is
somethin the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up niggaz on a stage get
rushed
I don't give a god damn, on the shows you
did
How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?
Cuz
I don't know ya therefore show me what you know
I come
sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my
style increases
What's that in your pants ahhh human
feces!
Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next
time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper
How ya sound B?
You're better off a quitter
I'm on the mound G,
and it's a no-hitter
And my DJ the catcher, he's
my man
Anyway he's the one who devised the plan/>He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
I
throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out
So it
really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
You
can't FUCK with those in the major leagues
/>[Chorus x2]

[Outro: GZA]
Hoods on the right/>Punks in the back... to what
Niggaz on the left/>Hoods on the right
Punks in the back, c'mon... to
what
...let your feet stomp
...brag shit to death/>...wild for the night
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu,
Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu,
Wu)
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on
the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon
and attract to
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp