U-God was born in Brownsville, Brooklyn, New York. However he moved to Staten Island, New York as a youth. He was originally a beatboxer for clan affiliate Cappadonna, as well as being well known friends with future members Method Man, Inspectah Deck, and Raekwon. Sometime before the members united, U-God was mentored in rap by Cappadonna. He soon became friends with RZA and Ghostface Killah, and he began rhyming under the alias Golden Arms, based on the kung-fu movie The Kid with The Golden Arms. Later on narcotics possession prevented him from featuring heavily on the group's debut album Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), his input on the seminal LP consisting of only a short bridge on the group's debut single "Protect Ya Neck" in 1992 as well as the famous opening verse of "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'". Nevertheless, after his release he quickly became known to fans for his rugged flow and bass-like voice on Wu tracks such as "Winter Warz", "Knuckleheadz", "Investigative Reports", and "Black Jesus". He was featured heavily on the group's second album Wu-Tang Forever on which he was one of only four of the group to get a solo track - "Black Shampoo" (While the others being Inspectah Deck with "The City", Ol' Dirty Bastard with "Dog Shit" and RZA with "Sunshower"; clan affiliate and singer Tekitha sang 'Second Coming' solo). Around this time his young son was accidentally shot and injured, an ordeal the rapper documented on the Wu-Tang Clan track "A Better Tomorrow". He appeared with all the clan members during the VH1 Hip-Hop Honors, as well as on tour for the release of Wu Tang Clan's latest album, 8 Diagrams. U-God released his third studio album Dopium in 2009 and touring around the globe in support of 8 Diagrams. He released his fourth studio album Keynote Speaker in 2013.
Name: U-God
Real Name: Lamont Hawkins
Web: www.myspace.com/ugod
Magnum Force
U-God Lyrics
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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
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]
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
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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
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