Furious Anger

Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan
Was jumped in a Staten Island club and his face still bears the scar

And you will know my name is the Lord
Shyheim, yeah
Corleone
Uh-huh, check it out

Y'all niggas be walkin' the streets, iced out
Not knowin' the wolves'll put the price out
To get you stuck and punch ya lights out
Or catch a car at the light and snatch the wife out
And beat the ho up if you don't give the dough up
You got me pissed off, frontin' and ya whole clique soft
If you had your Rollie on, I might cut ya wrist off
Then lick off and slide ya bitch off, punk
Hope ya ready for the kick-off
This rap shit I'm gettin' rich off
I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack
Now I want a gold plaque, can I get it sold plat'?
It ain't no quarter time-out, once I climb out
The garbage can with two 9's out and blow ya spine out, uh
I got you cats by a long shot, every song hot
139 and Lennox is a strong block
I left enough of y'all stinkin', what the fuck was y'all thinkin'?
My shit's tight, nigga, I spit right, nigga, what?

Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me
I'll probably die from the death penalty
Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep thew dignity
I'm not pussy so I don't need security
Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street
I done wet more people than the pool and the beach
So be easy or I'll expose you like shock TV
O.G., that's why they put me in a movie
Don't screw me 'cause if I punch you in ya face
You'll probably try and sue me and take me to Judge Judy
Look me in my eyes 'cause ya handshake don't fool thee
Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender
Ain't no screwin' off the silencer (uh-uh)

And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger 
Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers 
And you will know my name is the Lord

You got somethin' to say then cough it out
'Cause niggas be wantin' beef but when you pull out the heat 
They ready to talk it out
What is there to talk about?
You was just frontin', now it ain't nothin'
Ain't that somethin'? I should start bustin' anyway
And put one of you punks in the ground
Y'all niggas be killin' me with y'all faces, frown, jumpin' around
Like you scarin' us, not even
'Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin' (my name is the Lord)

Niggas be actin' like they hoodlums
Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims (ha, ha)
In the Wu, Benz bang 'em like a Benz
Touch kid nothin' thin, from his ear to his chin
I gotta win and beat this game of dyin' rich and old (no doubt)
'Cause these playa-hatin' niggas wanna block my gold
It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice
But when I let loose, have 'em jumpin' out they boots