Kill Too Hard - Wu-Tang Clan

Lyrics by：Wu-Tang Clan

Composed by：Wu-Tang Clan

Really these dudes don't want it with deck

No my set glow

Hate it or you love it

But you gonna respect though

You ain't got to know my name

Check the blood

Sweat tears

For years

N***as know I bang

I'm a made n***a

Caking what you call a boss

On my own two

Never taking orders from ya'll

What I spit

Get the corners involved

It's wreck on the yard

It's house gang

Son it's more than hard

The life that'll glamour and glitz

Best believe

On the flip side

N***a

It's them hammers and clips

Wanna live in high fashion and rich

So we scramble the strip

Camouflage with they hand on the grip

Ain't nothing gon' stop

Kid from getting his due

No your feets not

Big enough to fit in his shoe

I don't rock what you rap

N***as they be pole

On 'the wire' just not hbo

They under fire

Edge around the way we know

They know they time up

Guess that's why they hate me so

But yo

They will never take me though

I had to go like

Montana licking

Sniffing crazy blow

Still I be hard to kill like seagal

Warrior built

Big shield and long sword

One six ooh'ing it

Doing it king size

Salutations

That's respecting the king eyes

For those that follow my lead

Attract to the light

At the same time

Marvel the speed

I'm so d**e

I can bottle it free

The most influential

Modern day murderous he

Yo deep in the bungalo

Chopping the motherload

Carving my own path

Taking another road

I need a son to soul

He brought the troops with him

It sounds presidential

I got the truth serum

Don't want the booth near him

Respect in the sabotage

I'm on the patio

Stretched in my camouflage

And my grammar's hard

The wolverine skeleton

I be the yellow man

Snatching on the other brand

But on the other hand

Light up the darkness

I'm stir fried

N***a yeah

I'm heartless

My apartment

Is a hole in the wall n***a

Pass me the rock

Stop holding the ball

I told you before

Under worser conditions

Chessboxing n***a

Mic's a dead body position

Aiyo it's time to make cash dinero

I'm going to the summer jam

Concert to bash your hero

Lie up in your bedroom

Smash your bureu

We looking for the money

Man pass the euro

Apartment to pesos

Pass the yen

And we don't want to have to ask again

'Cuz we ain't gon' be laughing then

These three men

Take on your whole staff and win

Look labels stay messing

With a cat's future

And that weighs on me

Heavy like Rasputia

But I still keep spitting

Like a shortshop

I'mma be sitting

At the table when the cork pop

You gon' be sitting

At the table with a porkchop

Lacking on the beat

Like a short cop

It's your boy ace

Bk's own

All you ringtone rap dudes

Please stay home come on