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Fam (Members Only) (Album Version (Edited))

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GZA The Genius, RZA, Masta Killa

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Yo, yeah, check it, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
If you think you can f*** with the Wu-Klan
You get your nose, it's rolled up like Toucan
If you think you can f*** with the Wu-Klan
You get your nose rollin' up like Toucan
If you think you can f*** with the Wu-Klan
You get your nose rollin' up like Toucan
Sam, and we don't give a damn
Bullets soaked in oil so the tech can't jam
Sippin' on Caribbean rum, coconut juice
Smokin' on that chocolate stick, open up two
Bottles of that brass monkey on some trunkie
You R&B fade rapper, suck a monkey
I'm from back in the days with the Christopher Hayes
On my back, swiped out black, you like that?
Seven rays in my head, my girl stays in the bed
And she love to lay the eggs
Prepare for the mic onslaught, swift with the sword
Slick Lord, holdin' my weight, homin' abroad
The crowd roared for the night, I'm on my way
To the peeps, playin' for the streets
I read the soul, scriptures, weed, and woe
Behold, gold for the people, equal, fresh on the weekend
Wu-Chain, Biggie Smalls, live at the beacon
Backstage, drinks on the house, the show is bangin'
Brothers, Greg Goosen, Wu is tango-rayin'
A lot of teachin', schools in session, the guards speakin'
I'm just knowledgin', snake handshakes and fake hugs
Waitin' for the hour to devour
And splatter your head to powder
I'm a slave to the rhythm, but never to a mental death in power
The hour has come, I'm a slave to the rhythm
We got y'all 11 to 1, son, you done off
Too late, they're breakin' off
Tactics are hazardous to the health bomb
Stealth rifle, stay M16
Know what I mean?
Know what I mean?
Yo, just what we stand for
Loyalty, what we strive for
Righteousness, what we live and die for
Strictly family members only
Yo, strictly family members only
Yo, yo, just what we stand for
Loyalty, what we strive for
Righteousness, what we live and die for
Strictly family members only
What?
Strictly family members only
And yo, and yo, great minds take a light
We used to drink all night
Think about things that's wrong and how to make it right
Ice-cold bottles of brass
Time flashes
A hundred blunt passes
Before the God asks us
What's the square miles of the planet?
Why is the after slanted?
How much is covered by water?
How much is granted?
True, I'm nasty
Quality, God, body beat
Flowing like the G-energy
Inside your artery
Faithful as a palace
Then rock against the tape
The force of my will still kill
Shoot in place
Just from the sound alone
Your head's blown away

Don't score it in the red zone
You best to head home
Or get thrown to the dead zone
Son, we need to live
Interrupt the Grammy show
Then teach the kids
Yo, just what we stand for
What we strive for
What we live for
What we give for
What we die for
Strictly family members only
What?
Strictly family members only
I grew up around block parties ready to rock
Behind the road with my rhyme on cock
First shot, first picker who had to pop
My bad weather blew the feathers off a hundred flocks
What's the square miles of the planet?




Goose, 30 duck, get stuck
If each link in your chain is trucked
Can't come in this rhyme cypher with nine snipers
Charge off the juice from the Pied Pipers
Grew up around beat boys, DJs, MCs
Through rap, never thinking their way to TV
It was strictly all about magnificent rhyme clout
Direct room, two dollars with the flyer
Three with doubt
Now his wigs pushed back
Name is removed off the plaque
Too wild to reenact
With tax, that's the price to pay
My goal is to aim and spray
My night is the same as death
Was Dance Go'd Faster



Yo just what we stand for
What we strive for
What we live for
What we die for
Strictly family members
Strictly family members only
Yo just what we stand for
What we strive for
What we live for
What we give for
What we die for
Strictly family members only
Strictly family members only
We'll see you later.

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