Do U Really Thang Thang
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics


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Yo, this is a Wu banger, two thousand and one noise maker
Off the hook guerilla anthem
This is dj kay slay, from around the way
And I'll smack the shit outta any of you DJ's
That front on this shit, think I'm playin'?

I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?

I never play a fan of the fame, I got love for the game
Never lust for the dames, I got dust in my veins
Little off in the brain, kid talks butter slang
Sniffed a little blow with the rap eddie kane
Spent a lot of dough, it's so hard to explain
And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the name
WuTtang, see me at the next, x winter games
Snowboardin down a ski range, it's a blue and grey frame
Keep, pointin the finger, I'm that nigga to blame
The main reason why you tuck the chain
Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain
And I'm leavin the rap game the same way I came

Now creep with me, as I roll through the stat
Little Meth got my back, so do pinky fat-fat
Let me hit that contact, learn how to act
Before you bring that drama the end, now fade to black
Positive, hate kids who tell me lies
Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy
Got nine lives, nine wives that don't listen
Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin
Wu limited edition hot off the presses
I guess it's, curtains for competition
Method, runnin 'em out, gun in my mouth
The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house
After midnight, eatin MC's, change to a gremlin
You're tremblin', behind the kremlin wall, surrenderin'
That's what you get for russian/rushin', in the direction I was bustin'
Polish your sword, your shit is rustin'

I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?

One-two, testin', testin', mic check wreckin'
Steps into the session
Automatic weapon off safety, don't play me
But brings all them things with silencers
My clan is liver than your average '85er
Strive to stay alive
I play for keeps in the streets
'Cause it's real on the battlefield
Shells hit the ground from the steel
Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind
Words combine when I rhyme to free the blind
Prepare my queen for battle and walk down
I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance
Gave word bond, sword silence
Me in military fatigues, bulletproof underneath
Buy enough ammunition to round and sweep the streets
Of brooklyn, central, sugar-whipped the rental
While I'm lickin' out the window at y'all, fuck y'all

I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?

Yo, we thrive on street life, we strive to eat right
They blind and need sight, we tried to be nice
They talk the small talk, we walk the long walk
We lost, they all thought, they forced to fall short
We rock for hard rocks, rocked the hot blocks
Shop and cop rocks, watch the top notch in action
Begin to make your head spin
Wu-tang my brethren, we bang like veterans
They paid for record spins, taste the medicine
Or face the double m, we came to trouble them
Hustle them for they 20 mill' then buckle them
'Nuff to spin out the blue, bitches lovin' them
Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten
Stumblin' thug passions, it must've been

I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?

I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?




I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Wu-Tang Clan's "Do You Really" feat. Streetlife are packed with the raw energy and aggressive delivery that the group is known for. The song is introduced by DJ Kay Slay, a self-proclaimed "off the hook guerilla," who warns other DJs not to underestimate the power of this Wu banger. The lyrics themselves touch on a range of topics, from drug use and sexual conquests to the group's prowess in the rap game and their willingness to defend themselves on the streets.


The phrase "thang-thangs" is used throughout the song to refer to the female anatomy, while "bang-bang" refers to violence, perhaps as a nod to the group's roots in Staten Island, which was at the time known for its organized crime and gang activity. The line "Little Meth got my back" is a reference to Method Man, one of the group's most recognizable and respected members. The chorus is repeated several times throughout the song, serving almost as a mantra that reinforces the group's status as one of the most powerful forces in rap.


Overall, "Do You Really" is a hard-hitting, no-holds-barred track that showcases Wu-Tang Clan's talents and highlights the issues that mattered to them during this time period. From their politics to their lifestyle choices, they spare no detail, and the result is a song that remains as relevant and impactful today as it did when it was first released.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, this is a Wu banger, two thousand and one noise maker
This is a song by Wu-Tang Clan released in 2001


Off the hook guerilla anthem
This is a powerful and bold song


This is dj kay slay, from around the way
This is a shout-out to the DJ of the song


And I'll smack the shit outta any of you DJ's
Don't mess with this DJ, he'll beat you up


That front on this shit, think I'm playin'?
Don't take this song lightly, it's serious business


I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I've heard rumors about you ladies, are they true?


I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I've heard rumors about you guys, are they true?


I never play a fan of the fame, I got love for the game
I don't do this for the fame, I love the music


Never lust for the dames, I got dust in my veins
I don't chase women, music is in my blood


Little off in the brain, kid talks butter slang
I may be a little crazy, but I speak the truth and use bold language


Sniffed a little blow with the rap eddie kane
I've tried drugs before and partied with other rappers


Spent a lot of dough, it's so hard to explain
I've spent a lot of money, but it's hard to justify it


And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the name
I've slept with many women because I'm famous


WuTang, see me at the next, x winter games
I'm so famous that I'll be at the Winter Olympics


Snowboardin down a ski range, it's a blue and grey frame
I'm cool and confident as I snowboard down the mountain


Keep, pointin the finger, I'm that nigga to blame
I'm not afraid to take the blame for my actions


The main reason why you tuck the chain
I'm so intimidating that you have to hide your jewelry around me


Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain
I consider myself successful and I still have more to gain


And I'm leaving the rap game the same way I came
I'll leave the music industry the way I entered it


Now creep with me, as I roll through the stat
Join me as I travel around the state


Little Meth got my back, so do pinky fat-fat
Method Man and my big friend are supporting me


Let me hit that contact, learn how to act
Let me smoke and get into a creative mindset


Before you bring that drama the end, now fade to black
If you start trouble, the song will end and you'll lose


Positive, hate kids who tell me lies
I'm all about honesty and dislike liars


Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy
I dislike people who want drugs but never pay for them


Got nine lives, nine wives that don't listen
I have a lot of opportunities and women but they don't listen to me


Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin
They complain and remind me of their limited time to have children


Wu limited edition hot off the presses
Our music is in high demand and exclusive to Wu-Tang Clan


I guess it's, curtains for competition
We're so good that we'll end the competition


Method, runnin 'em out, gun in my mouth
Method Man is taking over and I'm ready to fight


The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house
I'm the kind of guy your mother warned you about because I'm wild and destructive


After midnight, eatin MC's, change to a gremlin
Late at night I transform into a monster that devours other rappers


You're tremblin', behind the kremlin wall, surrenderin'
I'm so powerful that even foreign enemies are scared of me


That's what you get for russian/rushin', in the direction I was bustin'
If you come at me too quickly, I'll strike back quickly


Polish your sword, your shit is rustin'
You need to practice and sharpen your skills to keep up with me


One-two, testin', testin', mic check wreckin'
We're testing the microphone and getting ready to rock the crowd


Steps into the session
We're starting the music session


Automatic weapon off safety, don't play me
Don't mess with me or I'll use my power and force against you


But brings all them things with silencers
I come prepared and discreet


My clan is liver than your average '85er
Wu-Tang is more alive and real than any other rapper from 1985


Strive to stay alive
We work hard to stay relevant and successful


I play for keeps in the streets
I take the streets seriously and fight to keep my reputation


'Cause it's real on the battlefield
The streets are like a warzone and we have to stay strong in them


Shells hit the ground from the steel
We use weapons and the ground shakes from their impact


Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind
When we shoot, the bullets are fast and powerful, burning your mind with their force


Words combine when I rhyme to free the blind
My lyrics are powerful and can inspire others to break free from oppression


Prepare my queen for battle and walk down
I'm getting my woman ready for a fight and we're both walking into the danger


I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance
I accept the violent nature of the streets and have no patience for weakness


Gave word bond, sword silence
I promised to keep people safe and will uphold my promise


Me in military fatigues, bulletproof underneath
I'm always ready for battle and wear protective gear


Buy enough ammunition to round and sweep the streets
I buy enough weapons and ammo to keep the streets under control


Of Brooklyn, central, sugar-whipped the rental
I'm riding around in a fancy car and taking control of Brooklyn


While I'm lickin' out the window at y'all, fuck y'all
I'm showing off my powerful presence by sticking my tongue out and throwing people off


Yo, we thrive on street life, we strive to eat right
We take pride in living in the streets and try to improve our living situation


They blind and need sight, we tried to be nice
Other people are ignorant and need our help, we try to be kind


They talk the small talk, we walk the long walk
Others talk about being successful, but we actually work hard to achieve success


We lost, they all thought, they forced to fall short
People thought we would fail, but we proved them wrong


We rock for hard rocks, rocked the hot blocks
We make music for the tough and strong, and perform in dangerous neighborhoods


Shop and cop rocks, watch the top notch in action
We buy and sell drugs, while performing with the best of the best


Begin to make your head spin
Our music is so good it will make you dizzy


Wu-tang my brethren, we bang like veterans
We're like family and we're experienced and skilled in what we do


They paid for record spins, taste the medicine
Other people pay for their songs to be heard, but our music speaks for itself


Or face the double m, we came to trouble them
If you mess with us, you'll get double the trouble back


Hustle them for they 20 mill' then buckle them
We'll take people's money and then defeat them, leaving them weak


'Nuff to spin out the blue, bitches lovin' them
Our success is exciting and attracts many women


Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten
There are only a few of us, but we have the power and strength of many


Stumblin' thug passions, it must've been
We're passionate about our music and willing to fight for it, even if it leads to stumbling




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: JASON HUNTER, CLIFFORD SMITH, RONALD MAURICE BEAN, ELGIN EVANDER TURNER

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@bobbybeard1497

[DJ Kay Slay:]
Yo, this is a Wu-Banger, two thousand and one noise maker
Off the hook guerilla anthem
This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way
And I'll smack the shit outta ANY OF YOU DJ's
That front on this shit.. think I'm playin?

[Method Man:]
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?

[StreetLife:]
I never been a fan of the fame, I got love for the game
Never lust for the dames, I got dust in my veins
Little off in the brain, kid talks butter slang
Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane
Spent a lot of dough, it's so hard to explain
And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the name
Wu-Tang, see me at the next, X Winter Games
Snowboardin down a ski range, it's a blue and grey frame
Keep, pointin the finger, I'm that nigga to blame
The main reason why you tuck the chain
Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain
And I'm leavin the rap game the same way I came

[Method Man:]
Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat
Little Meth got my back, so do Pinky Fat-Fat
Let me hit that contact, learn how to act
Before you bring that drama the end; now fade to black
Positive, hate kids who tell me lies
Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy
Got nine lives, nine wives that don't listen
Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin
Wu limited edition - hot off the presses
I guess it's, curtains for competition
Method, runnin 'em out, gun in my mouth
The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house
After midnight, eatin MC's, change to a gremlin
You're tremblin, behind the Kremlin wall, surrenderin
That's what you get for Russian/rushin, in the direction I was bustin
Polish your sword, your shit is rustin

I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?

[Masta Killa:]
One-two, testin, testin, mic check wreckin
Steps into the session
Automatic weapon off safety, don't play me
But brings all them things with silencers
My clan is liver than your average '85er
Strive to stay alive
I play for keeps in the streets
Cause it's real on the battlefield
Shells hit the ground from the steel
Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind
Words combine when I rhyme to free the blind
Prepare my queen for battle and walk down
I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance
Gave word bond, sword silence
Me in military fatigues, bulletproof underneath
Buy enough ammunition to round and sweep the streets
Of Brooklyn, central, sugar-whipped the rental
While I'm lickin out the window at y'all, fuck y'all

[Method Man:]
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?

[Inspectah Deck:]
Yo, we thrive on street life, we strive to eat right
They blind and need sight, we tried to be nice
They talk the small talk, we walk the long walk
We lost, they all thought, they forced to fall short
We rock for hard rocks, rocked the hot blocks
Shop and cop rocks, watch the top notch in action
Begin to make your head spin
Wu-Tang my brethren, we bang like veterans
They paid for record spins, taste the medicine
Or face the double M, we came to trouble them
Hustle them for they 20 mill' then buckle them
'Nuff to spin out the blue, bitches lovin them
Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten
Stumblin thug passions, it must've been



@snoopdagg7900

Yo, this is a Wu-Banger, two thousand and one noise maker
Off the hook guerilla anthem
This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way
And I'll smack the shit outta ANY OF YOU DJ's
That front on this shit.. think I'm playin?

[Hook: Method Man]
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?

[Verse 1: StreetLife]
I never been a fan of the fame, I got love for the game
Never lust for the dames, I got dust in my veins
Little off in the brain, kid talks butter slang
Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane
Spent a lot of dough, it's so hard to explain
And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the name
Wu-Tang, see me at the next, X Winter Games
Snowboardin down a ski range, it's a blue and grey frame
Keep, pointin the finger, I'm that nigga to blame
The main reason why you tuck the chain
Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain
And I'm leavin the rap game the same way I came

Verse 2: Method Man]
Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat
Little Meth got my back, so do Pinky Fat-Fat
Let me hit that {​*inhale*}​ contact, learn how to act
Before you bring that drama the end; now fade to black
Positive, hate kids who tell me lies
Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy
Got nine lives, nine wives that don't listen
Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin
Wu limited edition - hot off the presses
I guess it's, curtains for competition
Method, runnin 'em out, gun in my mouth
The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house
After midnight, eatin MC's, change to a gremlin
You're tremblin, behind the Kremlin wall, surrenderin
That's what you get for Russian/rushin, in the direction I was bustin
Polish your sword, your shit is rustin

[Hook: Method Man]
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
One-two, testin, testin, mic check wreckin
Steps into the session
Automatic weapon off safety, don't play me
But brings all them things with silencers
My clan is liver than your average '85er
Strive to stay alive
I play for keeps in the streets
Cause it's real on the battlefield
Shells hit the ground from the steel
Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind
Words combine when I rhyme to free the blind
Prepare my queen for battle and walk down
I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance
Gave word bond, sword silence
Me in military fatigues, bulletproof underneath
Buy enough ammunition to round and sweep the streets
Of Brooklyn, central, sugar-whipped the rental
While I'm lickin out the window at y'all, fuck y'all

Verse 2: Method Man]
Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat
Little Meth got my back, so do Pinky Fat-Fat
Let me hit that {​*inhale*}​ contact, learn how to act
Before you bring that drama the end; now fade to black
Positive, hate kids who tell me lies
Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy
Got nine lives, nine wives that don't listen
Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin
Wu limited edition - hot off the presses
I guess it's, curtains for competition
Method, runnin 'em out, gun in my mouth
The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house
After midnight, eatin MC's, change to a gremlin
You're tremblin, behind the Kremlin wall, surrenderin
That's what you get for Russian/rushin, in the direction I was bustin
Polish your sword, your shit is rustin

[Hook: Method Man]
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
One-two, testin, testin, mic check wreckin
Steps into the session
Automatic weapon off safety, don't play me
But brings all them things with silencers
My clan is liver than your average '85er
Strive to stay alive
I play for keeps in the streets
Cause it's real on the battlefield
Shells hit the ground from the steel
Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind
Words combine when I rhyme to free the blind
Prepare my queen for battle and walk down
I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance
Gave word bond, sword silence
Me in military fatigues, bulletproof underneath
Buy enough ammunition to round and sweep the streets
Of Brooklyn, central, sugar-whipped the rental
While I'm lickin out the window at y'all, fuck y'allh



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@princepapielliott5624

Inspeckta Deck KILLED IT! His part was sick asf!

@liedub

Prince Papi Elliott DECK is SOOOO slept on lyrically! I’ll admit his solo albums don’t put me in the same mind frame but the hardest lyrics come from him

@trentyates418

The way he started his verse, that was Sick.

@trentyates418

@dUncontrolled Substance is underrated. A slept on wu LP that people talk about less than the first 5 wu solo LPs. Decks debut is the ish.

@joshuashelton-bey7162

It was good but I see Meth was da best

@francistheriault3926

As always!

@1474JOHN

Rest easy drama king πŸ™

@g.i.a.i.n.c.7221

This track is my favorite one from Wu Tang, when you listen you can feel the real flow of old school, man it's awesome

@charlesyoung9451

Killah Classic

@trentyates418

I feel u on that. Some people said this album wasn't that nice. This album is a wu classic.

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