On that sht again chords and lyrics - WU-TANG CLAN

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[Verse 1]
The [Am]Wu- [F]Tang[Am] slang is
mad dangerous
(Yo, yo) the Wu- Tang slang
is mad dangerous

[Verse 2]
[Am]Champagne [Dm]nights on
a corner [F]mad heavy
Around [Am]the time [F]I was
beefing [Am]with Wizzy
Stark stayed in Claiborne
drawers
Dickin' bitches down they
man come through
[F]Damn n[Am]ear kissed the ground jumping out
of big [D]shit [Dm]with [Am]Benneton pajama[F]s on
Line my soldiers up,
[Am]strategize, then I move my pawns
Should've been Italian how I'm
getting that Parmesan
Talkin' bout the ones you keep
putting those commas on
And I'ma [Dm]keep [Am]hope [F]alive
Cause mad lil' niggas look
up to me [Am]outside
Breaking dawn blunted,
[F]drums in they mouth
[Am]I drop a jewel,
they see the C- cyphers then bounce
[D]Please God[Am], you see Ray yo tel[Dm]l 'em[F] I say
I was in the East, a nigga died,
but cut off his dreads
[Am]I be back around six PM
Do my prayers around 1 o'clock
Plus I gotta [F]pick up [Am]these gems
Cause it's going down
tonight at the [Dm]Garden
[F]Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill,
I'm supposed to [Am]be starring
You know how I do, son
Nugget stones with the blue ones
And coming [F]with me is [Am]a few guns

[Verse 3]
I think [Am]he's on that shit again
Twist[F]ing niggas out hard,
gettin' rid of [Am]'em
You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in
Bet against me, you own a hat where
your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again (the Wu- Tang
slang is mad dangerous)
Twisting niggas [F]out hard,
gettin' [Am]rid of 'em (the Wu- Tang slang is mad dangerous)
You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in
Bet against me, you own a hat where your
fuckin' head can't fit up in

[Verse 4]
[Am]Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis
[F]I could hop on a[Am] track, relax,
then remain speechless
Peep this, I closed down
the kid's store
Bought thousand dollar sneakers
[D]Bought a [Am]dozen pair with 'em,
shared 'em with his [F]cousin
Wu- tang slang boomer[Am]ang
back like Reggie Hudlin
From New York City to Philly
to Los Angeles
The Wu- Tang slang is mad
dangerous
You can't out think the RZA, nigga
I make your [F]brain shrink
My lyrics are vitam[Am]ins,
I go from A to Zinc
And yeah I got that iron just
in case the Emcee think
He can take it to the streets then watch
his ass become extinct
Like [G]a T[F]yrannosaurus Rex
I torn your fuckin' [Am]face to Jonah Hex

[Verse 5]
Ay yo last [Am]night my sugar
was five hundred
That log cabin syrup on them flapjacks
took it to sky hundred
That's thirteen units [Dm]of
[Am]insu[F]lin
Brought it back down now everything is official- [Am]in,
like Michelin
Counting bread like Maserati Rick
out in Michigan
And all my old girlfriends are
jumping on my dick again

[Verse 6]
I think [Am]he's on that shit again
Twist[F]ing niggas out hard,
gettin' rid of 'em
[Am]You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in
Bet against me, you own a hat where
your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again (the Wu-
Tang slang is mad dangerous)
Twisting nig[F]gas out hard,
gettin' [Am]rid of 'em (the Wu- Tang slang is mad dangerous)
You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in
Bet against me, you own a hat where your fuckin'

[Outro 1]
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