225 Rounds Songtext
von Wu‐Tang Clan

At 3:47, more than 150 rounds of ammunition were fired into your apartment
Which was about 200 yards away
A few moments later, another 50 to 75 rounds were fired in the street
And you′re gonna stand here and tell me you didn't see a god damn thing?


I live life lavish and my chain is karats
The last flame on the train to Paris
Used to be lame, then I changed to maverick
So many clothes, can′t name the fabrics
Dynamics, I want the fame
And my name engraved in granites
Here's his lane, I came to grab it
Yeah, you movin' sideways, change your habits
Used to rock minks, then I changed to rabbit
From out the garbage, I came from average
Used to be righteous, that changed to savage
Bang my ratchet like Bangkok Dangerous
36 Chamber fist, Trianglist
Watch me mangle this, star-spangle this
Rock cowboy and wrangle it, creating mega-hits
I′m from the grain, game at my fingertips

Yeah, Killah Hill lay it down
Killah Bees on the swarm!
Nigga

Ayo, I plow down tracks like I′m out for revenge
Fuck it, it seems like the drama never ends
Be in the projects, like I never left out
Might be on Osgood, see a nigga stretched out
I can't take it, seems like my hood is cursed
Bad niggas, I thought that the good was first
My old whore, she march with a foul parade
Don′t learn shit 'til another child is sprayed

I′m out here, fuck it, like I live on Targhee and Rico
Keep a low cut like Margie
I don't give a fuck, y′all made me bitter
I'mma whip your kids out like a babysitter
I'mma grown man but I′m young in the mind state
Live in every borough but New York, my tri-state
Test me, you know I brought a bitch on the tour bus
Pour piss on you, leave you stuck for four months


My head fucked up, I′m off my clean streak
Don't make me pick the nines up, I come from mean streets
My unit snitched on me, ratted me out
They all ganged up on me, tried to take my mouth
However the cause, I′m in jail and get bent
They cut from dirty cloth, I'm cut from cement
Original Tarzan, got the crazy glow
Them devils try to jump me, I′m crazy though
Absolut Vodka rat, crush mad Goose
O.G. all day like I be on the deuce
Pop off with it, get your army in order
Staten, Africa, Islam, across that water

Yeah, what you talking about, nigga?
Word up, you think it can't happen?
Nigga, I smack all y′all niggas
This Big Don from the group-iz
Nigga, I be where the Stoupe is

Yeah, told 'em, have gun will travel
Blowing earth metals, black son spill gravel
Bronzeman, oblong javelins in my cabinet
Detroit cement seeds, salutation from the missile plant
Quick to the hollow point, it ain't no olive branch
My low cal, four oh cal in the cardigan
Tempted by Satan, put a bullet in his diaphragm
Walk around black clouds and quiet violence
A tire fire blends poet and violent pens
Illest ill, scotch deal, plots and iron winds
Up hill near the ghetto spill, the sirens sing
Street dreams, black season who inspired kings
For fire water veins, still rain Listerine
They chains due to my "Roots", no doubt Ben Vereen
On the road to riches and diamond speech
I might turn a bag of white sand to mountain peaks

Yo, I don′t text to send messages
My testosterone stimulate her estrogen
Whether black, Caucasian or the Mexican
Asians, she get the message and she coming back for sex again
Organic drugs, my natural persuasion
You under the influence of 36 invasion
Spider-Man amazing, but I′m darker than Parker
Skin got abrasions from Maria and Tasha
Sliding down a street pole, pull up to your party
Stimulated with a jeep full of cherry gap honeys and bottles of vodka
Plus the weed bowls, here we go

Meditating, never jealous, overzealous
Wu-Tang Clan's my fellowship
Fans mash up a cappellas of our lyrics with new tracks embellishes
The idea clearer that Wu-Tang Forever
This way of life is art, rhymes and cleverness
Enjoy it, by God, no man could sever this
I complete jobs, free and effortless
Use Tiger Crane, Snake Style plus the Leopard Fist