Wu-Tang Clanis a hip-hopgroup, originally from the Bronx, Brooklyn, and Staten Island boroughs in New York City, USA(Staten Island is referred to as "Shaolin" in their lyrics after the film "Shaolin and Wu-Tang"). The original creators of Wu-Tang Clan were cousins Ol' Dirty Bastard, GZA/Geniusand RZA, who prior to Wu-Tang Clan made up the group Force Of The Imperial Master. Wu-Tang Clan soon expanded to nine MCs, though it was reduced to eight with the death of original member Ol' Dirty Bastardin 2004. All nine members have released solo albums, and the group has spawned many affiliate groups. The group's plan from its inception was to become an empire by taking over the hip hop community through saturation of like minded artists.
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Wu-tang Clan

Shoot em on sight sight sight (3x)
Shoot em on sight sight sight [overlaps ins talking]
[inspectah deck]
Another mission, street life, gun talk, sir i
Dont push me, because Im close to the edge
Livin on this thin line, I know the ledge
Allegience I pledge strictly to my comittee
Way above the law, we soar the inner city
My crime pays, deep in the metro, nines blaze
Shorties watchin plus adoptin my ways
In the pjs, the heat blaze and beats raid
Cant see the cage but cant leave the streets of rage
[street life]
Its a shoot on sight fair, warfare prepared
Arm yourself beware, hardware tear through your flesh and bones bear
Witness stand clear
Flash the wu-sign to see if my comrades is in here
Plo began this, ninety-nine bananas
Wu extravaganza, cops scandals and guns, a s.o.s.
Prepare for the slug fest, unusual suspect disconnet your outfit
Its a dead-end street, I play for keeps release, shots through your fleece
Retreat, delete you from the crime spree
Chorus
Shoot em on sight sight sight (2x) [overlaps entire chorus]
When you got beef wit one time-s.o.s.
When you standin on the front line-s.o.s.
Niggas wanna steal your sunshine-s.o.s.
When it comes time to do or die-s.o.s.
For the five-oh that brutalize-s.o.s.
Before you try suicide-s.o.s.
[street life]
Street chronicle, wise words by the abominal
High honorable, rap quotable phenomenal
Seniority kid, I speak for the minority
Ghetto poverty fuck the housing authority
Not to be idolized, I deal wit grand larceny
Money laundaring, auto theft, and armed robbery
Ninety-nine regimine torment your resident
Street intelligence child, killahill pedestrian
Sucker for love-ass, niggas catch a gay-bash
Slim-fast from the gun blast burner, I last
The s-t-r, double e-t, own a desert e
Keep it closely, I feed off envy and foul energy
Your best friends your worst enemy
Thug therapy until they bury me, its do or die tonight
Shoot out a street light, bleak life
Aim at your windpipe, squeeze tight
[inspectah deck]
In the parking lot, parked in a dark spot
The specialist wit one shot been at the drop
Your highness ins, darts catch your body
Feds got me on watch wit nuttin yet to charge me
I strike quick, movin on the night shift
Rollin wit those who been the same likeness
Where I come from the blast make your ears go numb
Trust no one cuz murderers range old to young
And death dont discriminate, to choose your fate
Shot wit hypedermic sword wit the trey-eight
Gotta hold your weight, theres no escape from the mayhem
Im livin for now but tryin to make it to the a.m.
Creepin in the hallways, we always on barrow
Calico crept close to over cash flow
The neighborhood watch, the skunks in my sock got me rocked
But keep my eyes on the shot clock
Chorus