Letra de WU-Sopranos - Sule & Black Soprano Family

(Feat. Black Soprano Family, 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

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