Keith Murray - What It IsLyrics

Wu-Wu-Tang the-the-the Legion of Doom [Method Man: talking] Yo! L.O.D. Killa Beez Wu-Tang Baby Yeah! 50 Grand Method Man They say L.O.D. this and L.O.D. that It's L.O.D. when I walk L.O.D. leaves tracks You better love L.O.D. L.O.D. won't fail L.O.D. gang related half a mill for bail Feds like the soundscan wanna see what I sale L.O.D. know how to do it big without no mail And they all wanna see how L.O.D. be wilin' With the Ticallion Stallion from Shaolin Island And it was what it is when it was when it wasn't And if it ain't that Grand what could it be? And if it ain't that Meth what could it be? And if it ain't the Wu? Yo It's the L.O.D! They sayin Wu-Tang this and Wu-Tang that But they don't fuck with Wu-Tang cause Wu-Tang got straps Like hos in hair salons boy Wu-Tang got wraps I'm dope syringe in your arm the boy got tracks (Ya Heard!) I'm noddin' on beat, I'm mobbin' on streets, the method Be starvin' to eat, cigar in my cheek, forget it The L.O.Ds in here, the Killa Beez in here If you ain't drinkin' and smokin' you shouldn't be in here And it was what it is when it was when it wasn't And if it ain't that? Meth what could it be? And if it ain't that Keith what could it be? And if it ain't the Wu? It's Keith Murray! They sayin Keith done this and Keith done that But they don't fuck with Keith cause Murray'll snap It's the mack maniac rap insaniac L.O.D skull and cross bone on my back It's no hassle, you could killed for 500 dollas like Alfalfa From the Little Rascals I'm like the drug that was your worse enemy Came back to be your best friend And fried you in the end And it was what it is when it was when it wasn't And if it ain't that Grand what could it be? And if it ain't that? Keith what could it be? And if it ain't the Wu? Yo it's the L.O.D! I crush everything and everyone within my clutch My speech break bricks in half I'm still out to lunch L.O.D with the Method we fuckin' with ninjas Bit with the rap bug caught the influenza Lyrically I'll air you out, Meth clear you out You like a mistake when I'm writin' gotta smear you out I go ballistic on second thought I give you a break Cut you into little pieces and mail you to every state We off the meter off the block or straight off the street We in your party like when pit bulls of the leash Yes, when Meths with the Legion of Doom Pack your shit up your life will be leavin' you soon Picture big dick daddy in a big sick caddy My hoe even sicker with a big thick fatty Lord! Somebody pinch me this can't be real I'm I'll like action flick stars that can't be killed And I ain't never met a sucker and we got a long I ain't never smoked no blunt that wasn't too strong We been D4L before D4L Rock with the Funk Doc shut down the whole jail When Plus got killed L.O. rushed the courthouse I'll smack that talk back in your mouth The L.O.D's in here, the Killa Beez in here If you ain't gettin' rowdy you shouldn't be in here And it was what it is when it was when it wasn't And if it ain't that Grand what could it be? And if it ain't that? Keith what could it be? And if it ain't the Wu? Yo It's the L.O.D? Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Tang the-the-the Legion of Doom Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Tang the-the-the Legion of Doom Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Tang L-L-L-L-L.O.D! Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Tang L-L-L-L-L.O.D! Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Tang the-the-the Legion of Doom Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Tang the-the-the Legion of Doom Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Tang L-L-L-L-L.O.D!