Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck and Statik Selektah - Unpredictable

(Wu-tang style)
(The U in Wu-Tang is for what?)
(Statik Selektah) Statik, you a beast, bruh

Cashmere pea coat
Fella caught a fortune off a C-note
Wiggin' out, I'm givin' out free smoke
Hater love to doubt ace
I live in the kitchen baking pound cakes
Supreme clientele, never clout chase
Global mogul, ex-lover, I ain't tryin' to hold you
Watch me gain power like I changed in the phone booth
Low brim, Soulja Slim, cover me, I'm goin' in
Fuckin' with him, they gon' know the fire close as kin
Statik on the track like a old dusty 45
Statik on my back like the old rusty .45
You caught the vibe, that's on any given Sunday
Ready with the drum play
I'm heavy with the Feng Shui, I must say, I'm up now
In spite of all my gold they tried to shut down
I'm still worth milli's on the bustdown
So savage, total my average that's G.O.a.t status
Addicts fiending for these lines, that's a coke habit (yeah)

Yo, Ghost lethal
Like the diamonds on a handle on a Desert Eagle
I pop like a old record with a thin needle
I got verses in the safe written in Hebrew
Back the fuck up (yeah)
Or catch a bald head we call Onyx
Once in a while get my dick sucked
Yeah, listenin' to Delfonics
Old rituals makin' it 'til it's visual
How you gonna kill a Ghost knowin' he's invisible?
Every time I fly out I'm leavin' my hoes miserable
I'll be back like my money or residuals
Space table, cuttin' everything fatal (yeah)
Stronger than whiskey, lemon scent in the quaaludes (yeah)
Had a thousand wallos on the cover of my debut (uh-huh)
Daytona Five double-O in them Babe Ruths
'95, the first nigga with a Jesús
I jumped ship I chose Titos over Grey Goose (ayo)

What we doin'?
We caught up in Chase foldin' up new ones
The chain with the sheepdog on, Breeze Brewin
These individuals who got change and barely knew 'em
Since my nigga took off the stocking caps to cool 'em
Yo, fire sour with gasoline burners, light up
Any microphone in the mix get lit right up
Get power, everything'll sell for a sick dollar
Crashin' up Cullinans, Royce give me a holler
Yo, the greatness sorta like tapes in The Matrix
All butter soft shit on, you know the way bitches
The Pharoahs only rock gold at the galas
Champagne wars with sneaky whores we smell 'em
Rip rap, any adversary I twist that
All I need a Guinness, a drum thick, and a kickback
You know them niggas, yup, Wu niggas
When it come to partnership it's parkin' shit, sharks and shit (uh)

If I ride wit' ya, vibe wit' ya, I side wit' ya
This is my scripture, next to greatness is my picture
I don't like pictures, my trigger finger just might flick it
Take your life and them guys wit' ya can die wit' ya
I'm a fly figure (uh)
Net worth in the nine figures
Like I'm lyin' if ya know ya know when that line hit ya
Draw the line Mr. Get Out Of Line, you line skipper
You get lined quicker, I'm fittin' all you line sniffers
Shot callin' but y'all triggered, that's y'all business
In Park Hill and the Slum Village we all dealers
And y'all feel us, the feelin' feel like we all members
Like we all winners, unless I'm hungry then y'all dinner, yum
Finger lickin' sound of the drum
When I'm money hungry, lick my finger countin' my funds
Take a finger from me, well, then I'm'a count on my thumb
Or count on my accountant when I'm accounting my ones

(Do any unpredictable live shit)
Statik Selektah (do or die shit)
(Yeah, we more aware, right?)
(Do any unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit)
(The U in Wu-Tang is for what? Unpredictable)
(Do any unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit)
(Do or die shit)
(Bam, bam)

Written by:
Corey Woods, Jason Hunter, John Frustrantie, Robert F. Diggs, S. Dijian

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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