Tekster:
Wu Tang Chamber Music

People have told me You have ways of killing without dealing a mob Well, so have I Yeah, come on, what's the deal? Yo, pockets is fat like the Good Year

Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched out On stage with

Chef, let's do it Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends Actors, vixens, niggas put your kicks in Blood money when we hawking Awkward gun that

W on my hood shirt Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes I'm that superhero with the brand new costume Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

the trend Wu niggaz did it again, yo Unhighly, octane, die cast metal frame Lame, let another man heat handle beef [Chorus: Method Man] Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in Chamber Music

the trend Wu niggaz did it again, yo Unhighly, octane, die cast metal frame Lame, let another man heat handle beef [Chorus: Method Man] Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in Chamber Music

Danze, ey Staten Island, said what up, yo, ey The homey ODB said what up, though, ey We got the Chef on deck as if you didn't know It's sharp as fuck, Wu

: (feat. Havoc) [kung fu sample] People have told me You have ways of killing without dealing a mob Well so have I [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah,

: (feat. AZ) [Ghostface Killah] Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini