Wu-Tang Clan – Pearl Harbor Lyrics ft. Sean Price

Wu-Tang Clan - Pearl Harbor Lyrics ft. Sean Price
Wu-Tang Clan - Pearl Harbor Lyrics ft. Sean Price

Wu-Tang Clan – Pearl Harbor Lyrics ft. Sean Price

Chorus:
Form better n—-s, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology “Yeah”
Shoot your old lady in her privacy “Word”
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me “Go Santa”
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these p—y n—-s shot at me

Verse 1:
Yo, you ever been face-f—-d with a four-fifth?
Sweating, f—-l expression is stressing like ‘oh s–t’
That’s the s–t that I don’t like
Non-rappin’ rappers in the booth and they don’t write
F—-n’ stupid a-s rappers
Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers
P! What it do, n—a?
I f—s with Wu-Tang and a couple of new n—-s
I don’t weirdo with q—r clothes
I share flows, when it enter your earhole
S–t, it’s a thing of pure beauty
Everything that’s spittin’ is written by yours truly
N—a, when Sean write hard
N—-s do anything for it like Klondike Bars
Pa, I’m the greatest of all-time
How should we forget the latest with Alzheim’s?

Chorus:
Form better n—-s, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology “Yeah”
Shoot your old lady in her privacy “Word”
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me “Go Santa”
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these p—y n—-s shot at me

Verse 2:
Since, birth, I’ve been a fast learner, ask my earth
That’s my mama, kept a burner in her purse
This murder in the first
Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That’s the curse
I put everythang on it, that’s ‘The works’
I’m in it for the perks
‘Cause it’s not about the image, it’s the thirst
And how they kill your image with a verse
A hater get it worse
I’m telling every member of your church
They gon’ have to put your image on a shirt
‘Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin’
That’s everybody, I mean anybody
I might leave somebody bleedin’
Or watch me catch a homi’, even hit you in the lobby
Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin’
Don’t try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don’t ask why, I got my reasons
I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin’

Chorus:
Form better n—-s, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology “Yeah”
Shoot your old lady in her privacy “Word”
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me “Go Santa”
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these p—y n—-s shot at me

Verse 3:
Pass any test of litmus, workout at 24-Hour Fitness
On the weekend, I’m sipping Belvedere with that citrus
My dogs is vicious, exotic nympho broad for my mistress
Life is good, live every day like it is Christmas
Happy New Year—I do what the f–k I wanna do here, n—a
Splash the handcrafted Gucci from the shirt to the shoe wear
I crush the rings out, wife-beater tee with no wings out
I got stamina, I’ll long-d–k a bird ‘til she sings out
La-la-la-la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga
Back to heterosexual, I’m classic like Impala
Plus, I’m federal, when it comes to making dollars
Like Jiggaman, n—a, if you hear me, f—-n’ holla
Power rings like the Green Lantern, last seen in a mean Phantom
In the valley of Ohio, outside the town of Canton
Or the grotty body projects in the Killa Hills of Staten
Saw a redbone in my shower just looking like Paula Patton

Chorus:
Form better n—-s, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology “Yeah”
Shoot your old lady in her privacy “Word”
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me “Go Santa”
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these p—y n—-s shot at me
Form better n—-s, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology
Shoot your old lady in her privacy
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me “Go Santa”
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these p—y n—-s shot at me
Form better n—-s, club night, no sparkles

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