Careful (Click, Click) Songtext

von Wu-Tang Clan

[Kung
Fu Sample]
We all want you to open it
Careful, careful, careful..
Careful, careful..

[RZA]
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son?
Damn, nigga got fucked, shit, huh?
The God staff, watch nigga run {*sword slash*}
Seven in the center of your eight point sun
Hold tight, flip on the God jewel
Now you best be careful, can't guards two
Self-heats aimed at your dome piece
Father U C King police!!!

[U-God]
Somethin in the slum went: rum pu-pump-pump {*explosion*}
Somethin in the slum went: rum pu-pump-pump {*explosion*}

[Masta Killa]
Yo Rae it's been a long time son
Said we bust gun, clap Glaciers, ran the wall and snatched paper
Return to the 36th Chamber, proceed with caution as you Enter
We have an APB on an MC killa, looks like the work of a Masta!!!

[Cappadonna]
Yo, somethin in the street went: bang, bang {*gunshots*}
Makin it hard for you to do your thang, thang {*gunshots*}
Yo, somethin in the street went: bang, bang {*gunshots*}
(Yo what the fuck?)

Up in the false game, bag of money for grabs
I ain't fuckin with crabs, outta state
Cop two labs, hop two cabs, back on the Av
Stab you with the vocab, vest in hand, the big Dough he had
Try and behave, snake niggaz the cut
Hold the pride up, your time is up
No luck, heat start to bust, niggaz you can't trust
Dealin with lust, seen him at the ballgames with James

Yo, somethin in the street went: bang, bang {*gunshots*}
Makin it hard for you to do your thang, thang {*gunshots*}
Yo, somethin in the street went: bang, bang {*gunshots*}
Makin it hard for you to do your thang, thang {*gunshots*}

[Ghostface Killah]
Somethin in the hall went: click, click
The boxcutter went: click, click
Somethin in the hall went: click, click
The boxcutter went: click, click

These are the bones, bones from the grave
Yo, Hoodini, CD, rhymes only, sprinkle on yo' embry'
Climb like the defecit, profits, the death threats
Of Isreal, yo slit thru petro head, Pablo, one will
Syringes, rubber band, needles, the sixties
Grand-daddy Caddy, was coppin six T's
B'Gosh all that, Osh Kosh jumpers
Pink champagne, brown bag, wall to wall pumpers

[U-God]
Beats in the paradox, scorch, tearin your ox'
Put on the hammer, fly, Ways of the Samurai
News flash bulletin, Gods on the prowl
We full again, rough men, scuffed Timbs
Sonic bionic lense, RZA console
Push y'all the jawl, front row, the Super Bowl
Black gold on my soul, on the whole, roll, stroll
Don't go boy, you on the parole, you don't know?

[Inspectah Deck]
Someone in the back went: clack, clack
Money in stack, now bust ya gun: clack, clack
Someone in the back went: clack, clack
Money in stack, now bust ya gun: clack, clack

Made 'em throw they hands up and then lay flat
Rap pack, eat up, the average alley cat
Prepare for the impact, when we contact
Known to drop facts that crack your hard hats
Must I Show N Prove? Thrust I, bust I
Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the Buggy Eye
Benz, who contends? Wu like the SupaFriendz
Who's Your Rhymin' Hero? Wu-Tang rules again

Someone in the back went: clack, clack
Money in stack, now bust ya gun: clack, clack {*gunshots*}
Someone in the back went: clack, clack
Money in stack, now bust ya gun: clack, clack {*gunshots*}

[Cappadonna]
Yo, somethin in the street went: bang, bang {*gunshots*}
Makin it hard for you to do your thang, thang
Yo, somethin in the street went: bang, bang {*gunshots*}
(Yo what the fuck?) {*gunshot*}

[Ghostface Killah]
Somethin in the hall went: click, click
The boxcutter went: click ,click
Somethin in the hall went: click, click
The boxcutter went: click, click

[U-God]
Somethin in the slum went: rum pu-pump-pump {*explosion*}
Somethin in the slum went: rum pu-pump-pump {*explosion*}

[Kung Fu sample]
Careful {*gunshot*} {*gun cock*}
Careful {*gunshot*} {*gun cock*}

*beat fades*

[Skit: Raekwon]
It's like they throw rocks, right?
Who did that shit?
(Yo ain't nobody throw rocks over here)
I'm talkin to you, you faggot mothafucka
(Why don't you take that shit across?)
*pistol whipping* Yeah! *empties magazine*
Yeah, y'all niggaz like to throw rocks, right?
(Yeah) Faggot mothafuckas, yeah that's right, nigga
I don't live around here, I don't give a fuck about y'all niggaz
Yeah, yeah, yeah, now take e'rything out your pockets
You little faggot mothafucka
Yeah, nigga, come out them bullshit ass Timbs you got on
And he got the fake ones on, nigga
Yo, son, I feel like killin all these niggaz, man