Who Tane Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with?
Who Tane Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with?
That's the place that I have a soft step inside the room
Dr. Gold prepared for the boom
Bam!
Ah, man!
Ah, damn!
Damn, that scream like Tarzan!
I'll be tossin' and forcin' my style, it's awesome
I'm causin' more family food than Mr. Forcin'
And the survey said, you're dead
Baby, flyin', gulletein' chops, swap the fuckin' head
Mr. Who is that?
Hey yo!
The Who is back?
Make your niggas go bow-bow
Like I'm super jet, me, fear no one
Oh no, here come the Who Tane Shogun
Colour to the eardrum
Put the needle to the groove, I get screwed and I'm forced
To fuck it up, my staff, gabbies like a pickup truck
Cross the clear blue yonder
See, they're trying to see us slam tracks
Like all the back sacks from LT
Now I try and test the rebel lioness
Bless his convert, I earth slam the best
Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
And eat it too with my crew while we head state to state
If you want beef, then rain the buckets
Who Tane Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with?
State from the motherfuckin' slump that's bustin'
Who Tane Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with?
Fuck with, fuck with, fuck with
Maffin' on
Step up, boy
Maffin' straight
Chop his head off, shit
The map won't come out
Tomorrow, now
Give it to you, but all, but double
Float, split, low, out, from the Rolo
Come into a walk in the road, which way to go, just follow
Methods to legend, niggas is sleepy, hollow
In fact, all my heart act to follow
Stardale for Dolo, bow guard coming on crew
Niggas is like, oh my god, not you
Yes, I come to get a slice of the punk in the pot
Rather do than die, check my flavor
Coming from the rhythm with the show for the razor
Who make me reminisce through like deja vu?
I rub up, niggas is like glue
Whatever you say, bros, I'm mischievous
Yo, yo, yo, hi, good times, yo, hi, good times
Who Tane Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with?
Who Tane Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with?
Who Tane Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with?
Who Tane Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with?
God, yeah, nothing's hittin' Brooklyn Queens
Long Island, Manhattan Park, the rocket lands on Shaolin
Niggas from Virginia, Atlanta, our boys in Ohio
Comin' through with the crazies, why yo, why yo?
Yo, niggas from the source, I'm in Kelly Roof of the Gavin
Real stricklin', Chasin' Staten, yeah
Drope, drope, I niggas dressed for a damn boy
We ain't nothin' to fuck with, the old Texas mom
The Chicago mom, niggas from Detroit
Fuckin' California squadron, comin' through, don't stand
The whole fuckin' West Coast, the old East
Niggas from DC, down to Maryland
All the way over there, Morgan State
Who Tane Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with?
All over the whole fuckin' globe, comin' through Dwight
Peace to the fuckin' Zulu nation
Peace to all the gals in the earths, but it's barn
Who Tane Clan, choppin' his boy, it ain't safe no more
Peace
