Kunci: D minor
Verse 1
Am
F
Am
The Wu- Tang slang is
mad dangerous
(Yo, yo) the Wu- Tang slang
is mad dangerous
Verse 2
Am
Dm
Champagne nights on
Am
F
Around the time I was
Stark stayed in Claiborne
drawers
Dickin' bitches down they
man come through
F
Am
Damn near kissed the ground jumping out
D
Dm
Am
F
of big shit with Benneton pajamas 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
Dm
Am
F
And I'ma keep hope alive
Cause mad lil' niggas look
Breaking dawn blunted,
they see the C- cyphers then bounce
D
Am
Dm
F
Please God, you see Ray yo tell 'em 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
F
Am
Plus I gotta pick up these gems
Cause it's going down
F
Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill,
Am
I'm supposed to be starring
You know how I do, son
Nugget stones with the blue ones
F
Am
And coming with me is a few guns
Verse 3
Am
I think he's on that shit again
F
Twisting niggas out hard,
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)
F
Twisting niggas out hard,
Am
gettin' 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
Am
I could hop on a track, relax,
then remain speechless
Peep this, I closed down
the kid's store
Bought thousand dollar sneakers
D
Am
Bought a dozen pair with 'em,
F
shared 'em with his cousin
Am
Wu- tang slang boomerang
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
Am
My lyrics are vitamins,
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
G
F
Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
Am
I torn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex
Verse 5
Am
Ay yo last night my sugar
was five hundred
That log cabin syrup on them flapjacks
took it to sky hundred
Dm
That's thirteen units of
Am
F
insulin
Am
Brought it back down now everything is official- in,
like Michelin
Counting bread like Maserati Rick
out in Michigan
And all my old girlfriends are
jumping on my dick again
Verse 6
Am
I think he's on that shit again
F
Twisting 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)
F
Twisting niggas out hard,
Am
gettin' 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'
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head can't fit up in
Am
F
Am
D
Am
F
F
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