Cars on the Interstate - Wu-Tang Clan

What… I got bullets that’ll touch your brain

It takes nothing for me to fuck your dame

Remember me from «Hatin' Don’t Pay», pa, nothing’s change

Pushing heavyweights, still weighing a buck and change

Soaking wet, rock whole diamonds, no cuts in the chains

Let’s get the jumped off jumped off, where the chicks at?

You see a nigga with a nice 'what', nigga get that

Young rich cat, pitch crack, you against me is a missmatch

I spit murder, and sip canteens, back like six gats, so what homey

You out of luck homey, still don’t give a fuck, homey

Ride with the heat on me, in a big truck, homey

Cadillac, Escalades, you still getting stuck, homey

Got clientele like a weed spot, henny’d up

Creep blocks, with the heat cocked

Semi’s bust, after that, all beef stop

«Wanting respect…» — Ghostface Killah

Catch cars on the interstate

Move heroin, on the interstate

Heat toke cars on the interstate

ShaCronz gonna win this case, crawls all on his face

He pour Don on this bitch’s face

(What is it?) This is Brooklyn, Middle, nigga

(What is it?) Brooklyn, 6−7, Middle, nigga

(What is it?) This is Brooklyn, Middle, nigga

(What is it?) Brooklyn, 6−7, Middle, nigga

Don’t give a fuck who you are, my crew get down and murder ya

Change positions, move around like furniture

Inviting all hoes, you can slide with me

Party with Tory, or ride with Free

Peep the scenery, you know who my team be

Light reefer, know how to deuce on the green bee

With wife beaters, fuck envy’s, don’t like cheaters

If I can’t get in, with my sweats and Timbs

I’m a hood nigga, I live in the projects with a Benz

Ain’t like ya average rap nigga, still keeping gats, niggas

Post up like Shaq, on the block, with crack niggas

Spin ones, all that, and then some

Turn, shoot, shot in your face, and one

This is Brooklyn, Middle, nigga

Brooklyn, 6−7, Middle, nigga

This is Brooklyn, Middle, nigga

Brooklyn, 6−7, Middle, nigga