Other tracks he is in:
Releases:
Wu Tang Cream Team Line Up / In The Tunnel At The Bar (12") Loud Records 1998
Appears On:
No Love Without Hate (CD, Maxi) Soldiers Of Darkness (... Wu-Tang Records 1995
Unreleased & Unleashed (12") Stop The Breaks Bad Boy Entertainment 1995
Real Live Sh*t (Remix) / Pop The Trunk (12") Real Live Sh*t (Remix ... Big Beat 1996
Real Live Shit (Remix) (12") Real Live Shit (Remix ... Big Beat 1996
Shaolin Style (12", Promo) Young Godz Virgin Records America, Inc. (Europe) 1996
The Lost Generation (CD) Young Godz Noo Trybe Records 1996
The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama (2xLP) Real Live Sh*t (Remix) Big Beat 1996
The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama (CD) Real Live Sh*t (Remix) Atlantic Records 1996
Soul In The Hole (2xLP) Soul In The Hole Loud Records 1997
Soul In The Hole (12") Loud Records 1997
Soul In The Hole (12", Promo) Loud Records 1997
60 Minutes Of Funk - The Mix Tape Volume III (2xLP) Wu-Tang Cream Team Lin... Loud Records 1998
Heist Of The Century (2xLP) Heist Of The Century Supreme Team Entertainment 1998
Heist Of The Century (CD) Heist Of The Century Black Tools 1998
Heist Of The Century (CD) Heist Of The Century Supreme Team Entertainment 1998
Heist Of The Century / I Want It All (12") Heist Of The Century (... Big Beat 1998
One Step (CD, Maxi) Moanin' Geffen Records 1998
One Step (12") Moanin' Geffen Records 1998
RZA as Bobby Digital In Stereo (CD) Terrorist Gee Street 1998
RZA as Bobby Digital In Stereo (2xCD) Terrorist Gee Street 1998
Shut 'Em Down (CD) The Worst JMJ 1998
Shut 'Em Down (2xLP) The Worst JMJ 1998
Shut 'Em Down (2xCD) The Worst JMJ 1998
Tical 2000: Judgement Day (CD) Spazzola Def Jam Recordings 1998
Tical 2000: Judgement Day (2xLP) Spazzola Def Jam Recordings 1998
Tical 2000: Judgement Day (CD) Spazzola Def Jam Recordings 1998
Tical 2000: Judgement Day (Cass) Spazzola Def Jam Recordings 1998
Tical 2000: Judgement Day (CD) Spazzola Def Jam Recordings 1998
EP Sampler (12") 9th Chamber Loud Records 1999
Uncontrolled Substance (2xLP) 9th Chamber Loud Records 1999
Uncontrolled Substance (CD) 9th Chamber Sony Music Entertainment (Canada) 1999
Uncontrolled Substance (CD) 9th Chamber Loud Records 1999
Wu-Chronicles (2xLP) Young Godz Wu-Tang Records 1999
Wu-Chronicles (CD) Wake Up, Young Godz Wu-Tang Records 1999
Bulletproof Wallets (CD) Strawberry Epic 2001
Bulletproof Wallets (2xLP) Strawberry Epic 2001
Bulletproof Wallets (CD) Strawberry Epic 2001
Bulletproof Wallets (2xLP, Cle) Strawberry Epic 2001
Bulletproof Wallets (Album Sampler) (12") Strawberry Epic 2001
Digital Bullet (2xLP) Fools, La Rhumba Koch Records 2001
Digital Bullet (CD) Fools, La Rhumba Koch Records 2001
Digital Bullet (CD) Fools, La Rhumba Koch Records 2001
Tera Iz Him (CD, Ltd) Pete Rock/Marley Marl ... Napalm Recordings 2002
Love Hell Or Right (Da Come Up) (CD) Hav Mercy High Times 2003
Love Hell Or Right (Da Come Up) (2xLP) Hav Mercy High Times 2003
Shaolin's Finest (CD) Strawberry (Strawberry... Epic 2003
The Movement (CD) Framed Koch Records 2003
The Movement (CD) Framed Koch Records 2003
Wu 4 Life (DVD) La Rhumba Loud Records 2004
Street Education (CD) Lay Down X-Ray Records (2) 2005
Made In Brooklyn (CD) East M.C's Nature Sounds 2006
Made In Brooklyn (2xLP) East M.C's Nature Sounds 2006
More Fish (CD) Guns N' Razors Def Jam Recordings 2006
Natural Born Hustler (CD) Lay Down Street Dance 2006
The Great Migration (CD) The Bronzeman Babygrande 2006
The Great Migration (2xLP) The Bronzeman Babygrande 2006
The Old Testament (CD) Soldiers Of Darkness Green Streets Entertainment 2006
Tracks Appear On:
60 Minutes Of Funk - The Mix Tape Volume III (CD) Wu-Tang Cream Team Lin... Loud Records 1998
60 Minutes Of Funk - The Mix Tape Volume III (CD) Wu-Tang Cream Team Lin... BMG Music Canada 1998
60 Minutes Of Funk - The Mix Tape Volume III (CD) Wu-Tang Cream Team Lin... Loud Records 2000
Unofficial Releases:
Unreleased Hip Hop Business (12") Young Godz Not On Label
Guns N' Razors
Killa Sin Lyrics
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Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot
They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit
Oh shit... and them niggaz stuck together
On some Siamese shit... yo
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, classic murders, slick gun material
Hammers that hardly work, go to work
Like a slave on a hot day, with no water
Blow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up
Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up
Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat
From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes
It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone
Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown
Your momma missing, your boys are crying
Cut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buying
Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for free
If you master fronting, classic cutting
You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something
Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes
Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes?
[Trife Da God]
Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struck
Niggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck
The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily
The only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy
The found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowing
Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still going
Driving side door, waves scoping, the window is broken
Glass back and shredded his grill, his collar was soaking
He probably knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with ease
Cops hold the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads
Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant
Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished
DeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties
Stopped being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet
The last call on his mobile phone was back to home
Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome
[Cappadonna]
This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing things
We stick niggaz up and we take they rings
Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable
Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you
Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle
Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute
Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man
Wherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverize
Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coconut straws
Dudes step off the scene, black face and four-four
The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores
[Killa Sin]
Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with
Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundreds
I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running
I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running, yup
Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes
Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses
Anything else is uncivilized, send the kind of niggaz
A tremendous spy, you can see the venom by
My nine leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to ride
I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energized
Been advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocide
Many men have died, from playing games from what they feel inside
Brawl with it in me, put it on my enemy
Be warned, defending me, like killing off a Kennedy
I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base
Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face
This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place
Shatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a neglige
Play with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it
I, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate
In "Gunz N Razors," Ghostface Killah, Trife da God, Cappadonna, and Killa Sin detail violent, street-level crimes in vivid detail. Their words invoke lurid images of murder, robbery, and mayhem, showcasing the brutality and cutthroat mentality of the urban underworld. The rappers discuss the dangers and hazards of the lifestyle, highlighting the fact that there are often no happy endings for those who choose to live by the gun. The lyrics also touch on themes of friendship, loyalty, and betrayal, as well as the corrosive effects of greed and ambition.
The first verse, delivered by Ghostface Killah, features graphic descriptions of violence, including burnt-up bodies and sliced-off cheekbones. Trife da God takes the lead on the second verse, describing a murder and subsequent police investigation. Cappadonna adds his own flow on the third verse, discussing bank robbery and other criminal activities. Finally, Killa Sin closes the track with a verse full of boasts, self-aggrandizement, and ominous warnings to those who might cross him.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot
Oh my goodness, look at them, they are running by foot
They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit
They lifted the car up, they are on some Flintstone-like behavior
Oh shit... and them niggaz stuck together
Oh my goodness... and those guys are stuck together
On some Siamese shit... yo
Engaging in a close bond like Siamese twins... hey
Yo, classic murders, slick gun material
Hey, these are traditional, classy murders with sophisticated firearms
Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial
Charred corpses that remain above ground without proper burial
Hammers that hardly work, go to work
Ineffective guns still go to work
Like a slave on a hot day, with no water
Similar to a slave working on a hot day without any water
Blow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up
I'll shoot you to gain respect, right in front of the police, risking arrest
Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up
Police officers who act like heroes can get shot
Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat
Their face is badly damaged, requiring a skin graft
From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes
From their buttocks, we'll take tissue to graft, I am a savage, my friend
It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone
Street violence is common, so we imitate it
Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown
Like picking fresh fruit from a tree, we unleash our violent force
Your momma missing, your boys are crying
Your mother is gone and your friends are crying
Cut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buying
We will emasculate you, the Chinese are interested in purchasing
Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for free
We dispose of bodies in bags, like giving out free gifts
If you master fronting, classic cutting
If you become proficient at pretending, you can engage in classic acts of violence
You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something
If you continue showing off, throwing stars will tear through something
Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes
Listen, friend, it's a competition of carnage
Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes?
Using gloves, we will physically harm you in the club, how do you feel about that, dear?
Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struck
Hey, it was shortly after midnight when the tragedy occurred
Niggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck
Individuals shot him multiple times and left him slumped over in Valerie's truck
The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily
Blood was flowing heavily from his head in the red Cherokee vehicle
The only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy
Jealousy was the sole motive for the murder, intensifying the act
The found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowing
They discovered him hunched over the steering wheel, with the car horn blaring
Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still going
Bullet holes are visible, belongings were taken, yet the engine continues to run
Driving side door, waves scoping, the window is broken
Driving with the side door open, searching for waves, while the window is shattered
Glass back and shredded his grill, his collar was soaking
The rear window shattered and damaged his face, his collar soaked with blood
He probably knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with ease
He likely knew the killers because they approached him effortlessly
Cops hold the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads
The police maintain the area, eager to find leads
Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant
Knocking on doors and interrogating residents, the lieutenant in charge
Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished
He was the initial responder, realizing that the situation was already resolved
DeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties
DeWayne Roberts was familiar with him from college, when he was in his mid-twenties
Stopped being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet
He stopped being muscular, and carried his Virginia driver's license in his wallet
The last call on his mobile phone was back to home
His final phone call was to his residence
Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome
I apologize, Miss Amonia's son was discovered deceased with two shots to his head
This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing things
This is a perspective from above, observing our actions and how we operate
We stick niggaz up and we take they rings
We rob individuals at gunpoint and steal their rings
Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable
Our gang, Theodore Unit, is like an unstoppable force, similar to Mission Impossible
Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you
We metaphorically spit out sharp blades from our mouths and begin to attack you
Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle
We are skilled bank robbers, taking out any obstacles with force
Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute
Ropes are hanging from the roof, resembling a parachute
Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man
We are soaking wet, generating heavy heat, as we rob and plunder, my friend
Wherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverize
Whenever we break into a place, Theodore Unit will thoroughly destroy it
Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coconut straws
We go on boat rides and tours, then mercilessly attack individuals in their homes using coconut straws
Dudes step off the scene, black face and four-four
Individuals leave the area rapidly, with a blackened face and a .44 caliber gun
The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores
We accumulate significant wealth, through illegitimate means, indulging in materialism and prostitutes
Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with
We have abundant cash, associated with the individuals that I associate with
Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundreds
We have firearms stored at a motel, and we use them frequently and recklessly
I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running
I don't hesitate if I desire something, my mindset is always on the move
Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes
I wear a massive necklace with diamonds, accompanied by fish and seafood dishes
Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses
Precious jewels like Rakim, my intellect illuminates, compensating for my physical stature
Anything else is uncivilized, send the kind of niggaz
Anything that deviates is considered uncivilized, summoning individuals of a certain nature
A tremendous spy, you can see the venom by
An exceptional spy, you can observe the malicious intent
My nine leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to ride
My handgun leaves a mark worth a perfect score, I don't require assistance from my associates
I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energized
I am part of a violent group, standing next to the heavily charged vehicle
Been advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocide
People have been warned previously that messing with me leads to mass destruction
Many men have died, from playing games from what they feel inside
Numerous individuals have perished due to acting on their inner emotions
Brawl with it in me, put it on my enemy
I engage in a fight fueled by my anger, targeting my adversary
Be warned, defending me, like killing off a Kennedy
Be cautious, protecting me is as dangerous as assassinating a Kennedy
I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base
I foolishly ridicule inferior rappers, sending them back to their starting point
Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face
I am the kind of person who drinks Remy Martin cognac or laughs directly at you
This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place
This pistol I have holstered is a work of art, be careful not to defy me
Shatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a neglige
I will destroy your rear end, like shattering glass, and move away quickly like a negligee
Play with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it
If you toy with the gun, my friend, don't even take the chance
I, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate
I quickly grab my lovers and flee on the highway
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: DANIEL THOMPSON, DARRYL HILL, DAVID COLES, T GRANT, THEODORE BAILEY
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