Action

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, this is it The old school niggas is a wrap You hear me? Boy! [Solomon Childs] Killa Bamz, the kiss of a curse, all squads and units Should now look to purchase a herse Wu-Tang, bigger than these bullshit record labels We touch souls, all over the universe Powerful movement, never rehearse Name a rap crew, we ain't influence, it's time to reinburse Or have the rigs roll in reverese, over your body Til you see your bone prints in the dirt And since I came out my momma feet first The thirst got me anticipating the outburst And all these gangsta rappers, you can't hide forever Under them skirts, what you gonna do? When a hundred Wu hoodies show up at your concert And you on stage smiling, showing your teeth Like Mrs. Butterworth, no homo Will kick you in your dick til it hurt or til they scream 'red alert' [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] I want action (yeah) somebody better tell 'em Somebody better tell 'em, tell 'em Cuz actions speak louder than words [Solomon Childs] So let the vibe off the sinister rush your mind Or be haunted like a voodoo shrine Coast to cross the beat like an airline A sign, to rip a new asshole in the bassline I'm running my show rooms so fuck a co-sign It's yours, believe it or not, you cock suckers The world is mine, and I'm intertwining with a dime With the smallest waistline, my cough get by Harrowed a king in his time to redefine The outline, set you off like Colombian caffeine Dudes be so hard, til you hit 'em with the 40 with the beam And they body get peeled like they swimming in clorine And nothing changed, it's the same routine Niggas is fronting like they strength long as limousine But get burnt like nicotine in the belly with guillotine [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Ok, go head boy, tell 'em man Ain't playing with you muthafuckas Staten Island, you know where we at West Brighton Projects, yeah, MGP, nigga, for life Killa Mob, Wu Music