Magnum Force
U-God Lyrics


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[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two
G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle
New York's mine

[Jim Jones:]
Can it be it was all so simple
Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin thorugh
I lost my fitted when the wind blew
Down in Miami, when we floss, no Winstons
Looking for some ice cream, hooked on the night scene
Way back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend'
What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in line
Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was on my grind
Now I'm in my prime like 36 Chambers
Pull through your block with like thirty-six rangers
Don't say it, we dangerous, give a fair warning
Party til the morning, to the last call
Go hard, nigga, cause when it rain it starts pouring
You a nigga sleep, like you snoring
My niggas creep like they crawling
Pray for you niggas, oh, lord, could you pray for this nigga?

[Chorus: U-God]
See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
Heat's to your skull, cause this time, it's on
(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
Sing your goodbyes, cause this time, you're gone
(Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em

[U-God:]
Yo, it's danger when the beat loops, hard like Sheek Louch
God got a sweet tooth for white broads and fleetwoods
Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop
Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof
Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off the tree
Deep roots in the street, that's right, I'm a G
These boots don't walk from the Hill to France
Dunn, shout out to dance hall, gorilla stance
Make, killas glance, heads, start popping
Police just watch, hoes, start clocking
Foes can't block 'em, your spine is jelly
But mine is gully, my insides is ugly
And I shine with my hat low, behind the skully
It's Zilla, Zilla, with the monster belly
And my hands stay steady, I move in silence
But I'm, ready to live, nigga, Christopher Wallace

[Chorus]

[Sheek Louch:]
Ok, uh, you ain't that hard to go against U-God
Bitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retard
Walk past your block with my glock and my iPod
Hoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover over
If it's a jungle, I'm a silverback, strip down it
Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it
Real hip hop, you looking for it, just found it
It's like punishment, the way a nigga stay grounded
Humble, but I rumble, bang you
Throw up the W, niggas'll Wu-Tang you
D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D
Mad bitches in the club, homey, you know me
I got paper, I urinate a couple G
Whitey's looking like, who he suppose to be?
Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny G
Love crime, U-God, one more time, let's go





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Magnum Force" by U-God are a mix of gritty street tales and boasts of power and influence. The opening lines of Jim Jones set the tone of the track, with his reminisces of his rise from humble beginnings to his current position of power. Jones' hook warns of the dangers of the street and highlights the vicious circle of violence that can plague those who live by the sword. U-God and Sheek Louch's verses are filled with aggressive posturing and references to their wealth and status, interspersed with violent imagery and nods to their Wu-Tang Clan roots.


The overall theme of "Magnum Force" is one of power and survival in a hostile environment. The lyrics are a reflection of the harsh realities of the drug trade and the struggles of those trying to make a living in the inner city. The repeated chorus serves as a warning of the dangers of trying to live a life of power and influence, with the ultimate price being death.


Line by Line Meaning

Can it be it was all so simple
Reflecting on how life used to be much easier than it is now


Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin thorugh
Visualizing driving in a luxury sports car


I lost my fitted when the wind blew
His hat flew off in the wind


Down in Miami, when we floss, no Winstons
Showing off expensive possessions in Miami


Looking for some ice cream, hooked on the night scene
Enjoying the nightlife


Way back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend'
Referencing a time period when a certain rapper was popular


What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in line
Dealing with customers who want to smoke drugs through a pipe


Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was on my grind
Making false promises to customers to keep them coming back


Now I'm in my prime like 36 Chambers
Being at the top of his game, like a classic hip-hop album


Pull through your block with like thirty-six rangers
Arriving with a large group of friends, like a military unit


Don't say it, we dangerous, give a fair warning
Letting people know that he is a threat without having to say it explicitly


Party til the morning, to the last call
Partying all night long without stopping until the club/bar closes


Go hard, nigga, cause when it rain it starts pouring
Giving it your all because when times are tough, they become even harder


You a nigga sleep, like you snoring
Not being productive, wasting time


My niggas creep like they crawling
Moving slowly and carefully, like a predator stalking its prey


Pray for you niggas, oh, lord, could you pray for this nigga?
Asking for divine intervention for himself and his enemies


See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
Moving silently and carefully, under cover of darkness


Heat's to your skull, cause this time, it's on
Using deadly force against enemies


(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
Being surrounded by danger, nowhere to escape to


Sing your goodbyes, cause this time, you're gone
Acknowledging that enemies will die as a result of his actions


(Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
Showing no mercy, asking enemies to turn to God for forgiveness


You live by the sword, you die by the sword
If you choose a violent lifestyle, you should expect violent consequences


(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
Breaking into an enemy's home, being ruthless


Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em
Using extreme force to take down enemies


Yo, it's danger when the beat loops, hard like Sheek Louch
Acknowledging the danger in the music industry


God got a sweet tooth for white broads and fleetwoods
God appreciates luxury items and women


Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop
Music that is perfect for a drive-by shooting


Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof
Having a heavily-armed group of friends who are loyal like wolves


Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off the tree
Enemies who are easy to take advantage of, like fruit that is ripe for the picking


Deep roots in the street, that's right, I'm a G
Having a strong connection to the streets and being respected as a gangster


These boots don't walk from the Hill to France
Being unwilling to back down or retreat, no matter the obstacles


Dunn, shout out to dance hall, gorilla stance
Showing appreciation for a certain music scene and being tough like a gorilla


Make, killas glance, heads, start popping
Attracting attention from dangerous people and causing violence to ensue


Police just watch, hoes, start clocking
The police do nothing while women are attracted to his power and status


Foes can't block 'em, your spine is jelly
Enemies are powerless to stop him and are intimidated by him


But mine is gully, my insides is ugly
Despite appearing tough on the surface, he has a dark side


And I shine with my hat low, behind the skully
Being confident and powerful, even when appearing modest


It's Zilla, Zilla, with the monster belly
Referring to himself with a nickname that denotes power and strength


And my hands stay steady, I move in silence
Having a steady hand in dangerous situations and being low-key


But I'm, ready to live, nigga, Christopher Wallace
Being prepared to face anything, like the late rapper Christopher Wallace


Ok, uh, you ain't that hard to go against U-God
Enemies who think they can take him on are misjudging his power


Bitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retard
Being ruthless and not stopping until the enemy is dead or injured


Walk past your block with my glock and my iPod
Appearing casually dangerous while listening to music


Hoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover over
Covering his face and flipping over an enemy's car


If it's a jungle, I'm a silverback, strip down it
Being the most powerful and dominant in any situation


Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it
Driving a luxury car through a dangerous neighborhood, not worried about the danger


Real hip hop, you looking for it, just found it
Referring to himself and his music as true hip hop


It's like punishment, the way a nigga stay grounded
Being forced to live with the consequences of his decisions


Humble, but I rumble, bang you
Being modest, but still being able to fight and win


Throw up the W, niggas'll Wu-Tang you
Being a member of the Wu-Tang Clan and using that status as a threat to enemies


D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D
Being part of D-Block, and being willing to use violence for God (G-O-D)


Mad bitches in the club, homey, you know me
Being popular with women in the club


I got paper, I urinate a couple G
Being wealthy and not afraid to flaunt it


Whitey's looking like, who he suppose to be?
White people are surprised and intimidated by his power and status


Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny G
Another nickname that denotes power and strength


Love crime, U-God, one more time, let's go
Enjoying the criminal lifestyle, and urging others to join him




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: LAMONT JODY HAWKINS, SEAN JACOBS, JOSEPH JONES

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Senju.Amv1

Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two
G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle
New York's mine
Can it be it was all so simple
Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin thorugh
I lost my fitted when the wind blew
Down in Miami, when we floss, no Winstons
Looking for some ice cream, hooked on the night scene
Way back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend'
What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in line
Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was on my grind
Now I'm in my prime like 36 Chambers
Pull through your block with like thirty-six rangers
Don't say it, we dangerous, give a fair warning
Party til the morning, to the last call
Go hard, nigga, cause when it rain it starts pouring
You a nigga sleep, like you snoring
My niggas creep like they crawling
Pray for you niggas, oh, lord, could you pray for this nigga?
See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
Heat's to your skull, cause this time, it's on
(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
Sing your goodbyes, cause this time, you're gone
(Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em
Yo, it's danger when the beat loops, hard like Sheek Louch
God got a sweet tooth for white broads and fleetwoods
Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop
Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof
Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off the tree
Deep roots in the street, that's right, I'm a G
These boots don't walk from the Hill to France
Dunn, shout out to dance hall, gorilla stance
Make, killas glance, heads, start popping
Police just watch, hoes, start clocking
Foes can't block 'em, your spine is jelly
But mine is gully, my insides is ugly
And I shine with my hat low, behind the skully
It's Zilla, Zilla, with the monster belly
And my hands stay steady, I move in silence
But I'm, ready to live, nigga, Christopher Wallace
Ok, uh, you ain't that hard to go against U-God
Bitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retard
Walk past your block with my glock and my iPod
Hoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover over
If it's a jungle, I'm a silverback, strip down it
Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it
Real hip hop, you looking for it, just found it
It's like punishment, the way a nigga stay grounded
Humble, but I rumble, bang you
Throw up the W, niggas'll Wu-Tang you
D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D
Mad bitches in the club, homey, you know me
I got paper, I urinate a couple G
Whitey's looking like, who he suppose to be?
Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny G
Love crime, U-God, one more time, let's go
Ok, uh, you ain't that hard to go against U-God
Bitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retard
Walk past your block with my glock and my iPod
Hoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover over
If it's a jungle, I'm a silverback, strip down it
Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it
Real hip hop, you looking for it, just found it
It's like punishment, the way a nigga stay grounded
Humble, but I rumble, bang you
Throw up the W, niggas'll Wu-Tang you
D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D
Mad bitches in the club, homey, you know me
I got paper, I urinate a couple G
Whitey's looking like, who he suppose to be?
Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny G
Love crime, U-God, one more time, let's go



All comments from YouTube:

Real Factruth

This beat is on flames🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

WildEthereal

Hands down most underrated member. He comes in solid thrird after Ol'Dirty and GZA. So that makes him second! Mark my words. Love the WU Shalawam.

Brenda Griffin

This song beyond raw, I know Rza didn't produce this but this that 36 Chambers shit, they tore this down!!!!

Tate Evans

U God is one of my favorite Wu Members. Is flow and wordplay has alot of complexity to it. Especially his verses on Wu Tang Forever

Steven Gordon

Ugod has the coolest voice in hip hop :)

Well Dweller

Beat is right..like how it switched up when U started his verse.

Duster Buglas

Not into Jim Jones but he sounds NICE on this shit

DNYL 1

Play this fockin loud as you can peeps peace

Senju.Amv1

Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two
G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle
New York's mine
Can it be it was all so simple
Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin thorugh
I lost my fitted when the wind blew
Down in Miami, when we floss, no Winstons
Looking for some ice cream, hooked on the night scene
Way back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend'
What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in line
Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was on my grind
Now I'm in my prime like 36 Chambers
Pull through your block with like thirty-six rangers
Don't say it, we dangerous, give a fair warning
Party til the morning, to the last call
Go hard, nigga, cause when it rain it starts pouring
You a nigga sleep, like you snoring
My niggas creep like they crawling
Pray for you niggas, oh, lord, could you pray for this nigga?
See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
Heat's to your skull, cause this time, it's on
(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
Sing your goodbyes, cause this time, you're gone
(Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em
Yo, it's danger when the beat loops, hard like Sheek Louch
God got a sweet tooth for white broads and fleetwoods
Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop
Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof
Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off the tree
Deep roots in the street, that's right, I'm a G
These boots don't walk from the Hill to France
Dunn, shout out to dance hall, gorilla stance
Make, killas glance, heads, start popping
Police just watch, hoes, start clocking
Foes can't block 'em, your spine is jelly
But mine is gully, my insides is ugly
And I shine with my hat low, behind the skully
It's Zilla, Zilla, with the monster belly
And my hands stay steady, I move in silence
But I'm, ready to live, nigga, Christopher Wallace
Ok, uh, you ain't that hard to go against U-God
Bitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retard
Walk past your block with my glock and my iPod
Hoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover over
If it's a jungle, I'm a silverback, strip down it
Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it
Real hip hop, you looking for it, just found it
It's like punishment, the way a nigga stay grounded
Humble, but I rumble, bang you
Throw up the W, niggas'll Wu-Tang you
D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D
Mad bitches in the club, homey, you know me
I got paper, I urinate a couple G
Whitey's looking like, who he suppose to be?
Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny G
Love crime, U-God, one more time, let's go
Ok, uh, you ain't that hard to go against U-God
Bitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retard
Walk past your block with my glock and my iPod
Hoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover over
If it's a jungle, I'm a silverback, strip down it
Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it
Real hip hop, you looking for it, just found it
It's like punishment, the way a nigga stay grounded
Humble, but I rumble, bang you
Throw up the W, niggas'll Wu-Tang you
D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D
Mad bitches in the club, homey, you know me
I got paper, I urinate a couple G
Whitey's looking like, who he suppose to be?
Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny G
Love crime, U-God, one more time, let's go

Noface King

yo if you don't know im here to let you know this is the shit

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