Ya'll Been Warned 歌词
| 歌曲 | Ya'll Been Warned |
| 歌手 | Wu-Tang Clan |
| 专辑 | Iron Flag |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Charles, Diggs, Harris, Hunter ... | |
| 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 RO | |
| AR, 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, south paw, | |
| 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 bitch | |
| Strictly, if | |
| I'm goin down, she comin wit 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 Da | |
| Front, sayin "It's on!" [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 | |
| 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 Finger and 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 | |
| Arief, 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 [Inspectah Deck] | |
| 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 | |
| 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 [Raekwon & (Masta Killa)] | |
| Wave ya gun, | |
| Killa (I got you) | |
| Shoot this nigga in his face fast, 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) | |
| Eh-yo, my | |
| Wallets stay | |
| Bulletproofs racin in | |
| Coups, yea 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 | |
| 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, | |
| 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 | |
| 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 Da | |
| Front, sayin "It's on!" |
| zuo ci : Charles, Diggs, Harris, Hunter ... | |
| Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh | |
| WuTang, nigga, that' s what' s up one | |
| WuTang, nigga, that' s what' s up That' s what' s up | |
| Eh, eh, eh, | |
| WuTang, nigga, that' s what' s up | |
| WuTang, nigga, that' s what' s up | |
| WuTang, nigga, | |
| Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you | |
| You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two | |
| Hear me RO | |
| AR, Timbaland tree, weed galore | |
| MC' s with gusto y' all ain' t neva seen befo' | |
| ElProducto, pass that, ya puff too slow | |
| That' s what' s up, yo, the kid with the bucktoothed flow | |
| Oh, that' s | |
| Meth Man, south paw, | |
| 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 bitch | |
| Strictly, if | |
| I' m goin down, she comin wit 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, uhoh! | |
| I think they' re playin our song | |
| Lit blunts, | |
| Clan in Da | |
| Front, sayin " It' s on!" 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 | |
| Etchasketch 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 | |
| OX 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 can to polly | |
| Plus you didn' t peep | |
| Arief, 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 Inspectah Deck | |
| 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 | |
| OR 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 Raekwon Masta Killa | |
| Wave ya gun, | |
| Killa I got you | |
| Shoot this nigga in his face fast, 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 | |
| Ehyo, my | |
| Wallets stay | |
| Bulletproofs racin in | |
| Coups, yea 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 | |
| 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, | |
| 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 | |
| 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, uhoh! | |
| I think they' re playin our song | |
| Lit blunts, | |
| Clan in Da | |
| Front, sayin " It' s on!" |
| zuò cí : Charles, Diggs, Harris, Hunter ... | |
| Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh | |
| WuTang, nigga, that' s what' s up one | |
| WuTang, nigga, that' s what' s up That' s what' s up | |
| Eh, eh, eh, | |
| WuTang, nigga, that' s what' s up | |
| WuTang, nigga, that' s what' s up | |
| WuTang, nigga, | |
| Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you | |
| You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two | |
| Hear me RO | |
| AR, Timbaland tree, weed galore | |
| MC' s with gusto y' all ain' t neva seen befo' | |
| ElProducto, pass that, ya puff too slow | |
| That' s what' s up, yo, the kid with the bucktoothed flow | |
| Oh, that' s | |
| Meth Man, south paw, | |
| 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 bitch | |
| Strictly, if | |
| I' m goin down, she comin wit 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, uhoh! | |
| I think they' re playin our song | |
| Lit blunts, | |
| Clan in Da | |
| Front, sayin " It' s on!" 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 | |
| Etchasketch 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 | |
| OX 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 can to polly | |
| Plus you didn' t peep | |
| Arief, 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 Inspectah Deck | |
| 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 | |
| OR 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 Raekwon Masta Killa | |
| Wave ya gun, | |
| Killa I got you | |
| Shoot this nigga in his face fast, 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 | |
| Ehyo, my | |
| Wallets stay | |
| Bulletproofs racin in | |
| Coups, yea 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 | |
| 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, | |
| 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 | |
| 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, uhoh! | |
| I think they' re playin our song | |
| Lit blunts, | |
| Clan in Da | |
| Front, sayin " It' s on!" |
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