From the Isles of Staten by 2nd Generation Wu Lyrics
[Intro]
That new Wu 2nd Generation shit, nigga
This is like betting on a horse
To the, fucking, fuck it
[Verse 1: Sun God]
You was on a straight path, got tied up then criss cross
Punting it lost a 100 grams, I'm tryna get this brick off
Family looking down on me, know my granny pissed off
Seen a kid die ain't get a chance to see this kid walk
Look at this shit
Is it love, do it really exist?
I cut em all off, a coin toss to flip for my bitch
Acquired all yours, so four more, I shit on the strip
Want me to relax? And can't take the heat when it's lit?
You lacking your mind, and that's why I'm eating a grip
Gymnastic time, and that's why I'm eager to flip
You out your mind, and that's why I paid for the tips
Collapse with time, and that's why I'm able to live
I clap this nine, prolly throw it straight to your chips
Sunny D muthafucka, you feeling the kid
If Adam is Eve, I prolly take it outta your rib
It's gunplay all day, nigga know how I live
It's Sunny
Yеah
1-800K on B hotline
Spit that shit
[Chorus: Sun God, "PXWER" + Method Man Sample]
You was on a straight path, got tied up then criss cross
From thе Isles of Staten
"It's timeless, tell a nigga to rewind this"
From the Isles of Staten
You lacking your mind, and that's why I'm eating a grip
"In the trenches with gorillas, my niggas they be the drillers"
From the Isles of Staten
[Verse 2: PXWER]
It's timeless, tell a nigga to rewind this
King toker, they call me your Highness
Only smoke the finest, but I'm off the Bah-Bah
Got your baby in the studio, calling me, dadda
Ran through dimensions, landed on 5th
With a forty ounce of wisdom, my hand full of spliffs
One sixty, lives in my heart, be that ooo shit
Niggas say I sound like Mef, it be that Wu shit
Control over your mind, with one thesis
No love for a chicken, niggas chest anemic
My niggas put a shot in yo' ass like free clinics
You know Fif' always spitting out shit, I need a dentist
In a field full of rats and snakes, I be the realest
In the trenches with gorillas, my niggas they be the drillers
Beating they chest, for being in jail for breaking some necks
Or them lame ass niggas say they claim they the best
Knowledge
[Chorus: Sun God, "PXWER" + Method Man Sample]
You was on a straight path, got tied up then criss cross
From the Isles of Staten
"It's timeless, tell a nigga to rewind this"
From the Isles of Staten
You lacking your mind, and that's why I'm eating a grip
"In the trenches with gorillas, my niggas they be the drillers"
From the Isles of Staten
That new Wu 2nd Generation shit, nigga
This is like betting on a horse
To the, fucking, fuck it
[Verse 1: Sun God]
You was on a straight path, got tied up then criss cross
Punting it lost a 100 grams, I'm tryna get this brick off
Family looking down on me, know my granny pissed off
Seen a kid die ain't get a chance to see this kid walk
Look at this shit
Is it love, do it really exist?
I cut em all off, a coin toss to flip for my bitch
Acquired all yours, so four more, I shit on the strip
Want me to relax? And can't take the heat when it's lit?
You lacking your mind, and that's why I'm eating a grip
Gymnastic time, and that's why I'm eager to flip
You out your mind, and that's why I paid for the tips
Collapse with time, and that's why I'm able to live
I clap this nine, prolly throw it straight to your chips
Sunny D muthafucka, you feeling the kid
If Adam is Eve, I prolly take it outta your rib
It's gunplay all day, nigga know how I live
It's Sunny
Yеah
1-800K on B hotline
Spit that shit
[Chorus: Sun God, "PXWER" + Method Man Sample]
You was on a straight path, got tied up then criss cross
From thе Isles of Staten
"It's timeless, tell a nigga to rewind this"
From the Isles of Staten
You lacking your mind, and that's why I'm eating a grip
"In the trenches with gorillas, my niggas they be the drillers"
From the Isles of Staten
[Verse 2: PXWER]
It's timeless, tell a nigga to rewind this
King toker, they call me your Highness
Only smoke the finest, but I'm off the Bah-Bah
Got your baby in the studio, calling me, dadda
Ran through dimensions, landed on 5th
With a forty ounce of wisdom, my hand full of spliffs
One sixty, lives in my heart, be that ooo shit
Niggas say I sound like Mef, it be that Wu shit
Control over your mind, with one thesis
No love for a chicken, niggas chest anemic
My niggas put a shot in yo' ass like free clinics
You know Fif' always spitting out shit, I need a dentist
In a field full of rats and snakes, I be the realest
In the trenches with gorillas, my niggas they be the drillers
Beating they chest, for being in jail for breaking some necks
Or them lame ass niggas say they claim they the best
Knowledge
[Chorus: Sun God, "PXWER" + Method Man Sample]
You was on a straight path, got tied up then criss cross
From the Isles of Staten
"It's timeless, tell a nigga to rewind this"
From the Isles of Staten
You lacking your mind, and that's why I'm eating a grip
"In the trenches with gorillas, my niggas they be the drillers"
From the Isles of Staten