WU-TANG CLAN - BACK IN THE GAME Lyrics

"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"[Method Man]Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know[Inspectah Deck]Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to workWe took time off, while other rappers got jerkedShit's bout to change now, it's a shame howthings ain't the same but I'm back in the game nowAnd as we step in the door, we cause panicYep, the usual suspects, we at itVet status, y'all went a week with the beltFew chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourselfMeet your maker, I dropped you at eight years oldI got stock in your flow and crops to shareholdCrops with the prose where cops won't dare goGot top centerfolds too hot to wear clothesStill me - always have and will beIll G - it's silly to hate but feel freeHey - hear what I say, they gotta payAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday[Chorus: Ron Isley]Back in the game now.. copped me some weed nowMy people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change nowBack in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood nowBetter catch up now.. shit's bout to change now[Method Man]Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglinYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttinStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethinPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlinVision my nigga now get in where you fit inAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the lifeAnte up cause if you blow the diceon that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonightThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wifeBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on thecokeSearchin for a quick antidoteMo' money, mo' problems to cope[GZA]We were at the same table when the chips were checkedA gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+Just when you thought we would fold our handAgainst all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plansIt was live on air but in between station breaksI was holdin a pair and just made the table stakesSplit the demos, put insurance on tapesA safeguard against the crusaders in capesIf I double down they say the Gods are sharksIf we win against the house they thought the cards was markedWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menuWhile the dealer promoted the full house venueA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamondsThe high roller who got credit upon signinThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by thehustleRecourse of bluff game's your muscle[Chorus] - 0.75X[Raekwon] Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!")[R. Isley] Shit's bout to change..[Raekwon the Chef]Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways onhow to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitchBanana coat matchin with the ratchetLil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actinJump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the birdFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giantIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyinBuried you alive, left your whore cryinWe on your floor look more doorsDey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armedAnd when we get there, all my niggaz in the mixYeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich[Ghostface Killah]Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offaradioOvernight your whole style was bitten in the processEverybody switched they names likeWhatcha call it, any fast (?)It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinnedbitchesClarks from Digi left the game dizzyOoh got busy, that dancey shit slid throughWe had to stay hood cause that's who we been throughRZA came through, mastermind got the cash and powerProof that power plastered divine classical linesMathematical rhymes, the style is unbearableNow niggaz with the radical shinesIt's Ghost-Deini, every coast need meWe back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.World Trade Center, Wu-Tang ClanWe brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit[Chorus]{*Ron Isley ad libs to fade*}