WU-Sopranos - Sule & Black Soprano Family ft. Inspectah Deck, Fuego Base

Uh, yo, Nyckles, every time you send some shit, I swear to god this shit is heat
I told my nigga Benny "You give a nigga like me the opportunity you already know where I'ma take it," you heard?

I told myself that I'd become a millionaire when I was in the 2nd grade
Refuse to be a retrograde
They said that it was hard to see my vision, they was pepper sprayed (Never)
We hit the jeweler, let the new chain dance
My niggas feelin' like the Wu-Tang Clan (Ha)
You see the Ghostface up on the Royce, it's ODB, so stay calm (Skrrt)
Masta Killa microphone, what I'm spittin' is napalm (Facts)
Take a shot at U-God, my delivery stays strong
Need the Method? I’m the one that could chef it like Raekwon, nigga (Woo)
Witnessin' this type of sight and it's scary
You're selling your soul for Instagram likes and Amiris (What?)
If we initiate the hit, guarantee that you fall tonight
Spray the Draco all in his face like Charleston White, nigga (Bah)
Sunny weather, got my shades on (What?)
Nigga sayin' "Welcome back," had to get my Mase on (What else?)
Bitch, I found my callin' in the booth, that's a payphone
Hold up, wait (Run that shit back, Su')
They lyin' in their rapper songs, feelin' like graduation and get their cappin' on (What else?)
They scrutinize so they watch like kid like a chaperone (What else?)
Your bitch up in this new Mercedes givin' massive dome (What else?)
I press the button, she gon' blow it like a saxophone (Ha)
They always tell me keep my enemies close
The ones you breakin' bread with'll come and hit you with toast
Give you the scope, you starin' at the Grim Reaper
'Cause Rico killed Mitch and if you a bitch, well, Tasha killed 'Keisha
Posted in Brooklyn with the Wu like I was GZA and RZA
Get sent and delivered, they label me the pick of the litter
Introduce me as the GOAT of this shit 'cause I'm via next
From Buffalo to Jersey, my nigga, it's BSF

Uh, fuck rap, I'm hidin' meth in vans
Cook it like Raekwon and I can charge you for the Method Man (Uh)
I only rap 'cause the flow great
Shit, I'd rather get birds on the arm like Ghostface (Hahaha)
My momma told me U-God in the physical
That was 'round the time when RZA was Bobby Digital
Designer all drippy and the coat's furry (Uh)
But I still know welfare like Ol' Dirty (Facts)
Heard the brain was genius and the hoe curvy
But I won't Inspectah Deck 'cause the hoe dirty (Uh)
It's Gotham 400 and that's true blue
My other gang BSF, we the new Wu

Boss reputation, I’m speakin' on speculation
Sayin' BSF is next, that ain't even a conversation
I'm surgical, I leave niggas needin' an operation
I hit the butcher shop now we feedin' the population
Wu-Sopranos strike more chords than two pianos
Supplyin' that Fuego Base for that Luciano
Salute my capos, only movin' with true hermanos
Island bitches strippin' inside of the new condo
These rappers know what's up, plus, they phony as fuck
Trust, ask who be fuckin' shit up, it's only us
Yo, a hundred cities, no, hold up
Load the bus, Johnny P took the Caddy so we roll in the truck
I put family on the arm, for y'all, I’m chargin' higher figures
Speedin' past in the G-Class bumpin' Sky's The Limit
A liable hitter, you won't find a nigga
I wrote this thought in a Porsche that I bought when I signed to RZA