Back In The Game Lyrics by 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 work
    We took time off, while other rappers got jerked
    Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how
    Things ain't the same but i'm back in the game now
    And as we step in the door, we cause panic
    Yep, the usual suspects, we at it
    Vexed at it, y'all went a week with the belt
    Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself
    Meet your maker, i dropped you at eight years old
    I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold
    Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go
    Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes
    Still me - always have and will be
    Ill g - it's silly to hate but feel free
    Hey - hear what i say, they gotta pay
    And my return is like christ, declare the holiday

    [chorus: ron isley]
    Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now
    My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now
    Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now
    Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now

    [method man]
    Uh, y'all see i'm in the street strugglin
    Young dumb and thuggin, give a fuck about nuttin
    Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin
    Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin
    Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in
    And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life
    Ante up cause if you blow the dice
    On that o-z, dorothy ain't goin home tonight
    That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife
    Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke
    Searchin for a quick antidote
    Mo' money, mo' problems to cope

    We were at the same table when the chips were checked
    A gamblin +rebel+ who +inspects+ the +deck+
    Just when you thought we would fold our hand
    Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans
    It was live on air but in between station breaks
    I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes
    Split the demos, put insurance on tapes
    A safeguard against the crusaders in capes
    If i double down they say the gods are sharks
    If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked
    We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu
    While the dealer promoted the full house venue
    A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds
    The high roller who got credit upon signin
    They look puzzled when i shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
    Recourse 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 on
    How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill jamaican bitch
    Banana coat matchin with the ratchet
    Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin
    Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird
    Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant
    It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin
    Buried you alive, left your whore cryin
    We on your floor look more doors
    Dey ain't ate either, i hope y'all niggaz is armed
    And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix
    Yeah shallah lex, diamond got me buyin louis rich

    [ghostface killah]
    Most people say the clan was missin since i got dropped offa radio
    Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process
    Everybody switched they names like
    Whatcha call it, any fast (?)
    It was the gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches
    Clarks from digi left the game dizzy
    Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through
    We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through
    Rza came through, mastermind got the cash and power
    Proof that power plastered divine classical lines
    Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable
    Now niggaz with the radical shines
    It's ghost-deini, every coast need me
    We back motherfucker that's right, it's the w.t.c.
    World trade center, wu-tang clan
    We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit


    [ron isley ad libs to fade]