Do You Really
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 opening lines of Wu-Tang Clan's song "Do You Really" lay down the foundation for what's to come - an aggressive, no-holds-barred hip-hop anthem that caters to its core audience. The song is a prime example of Wu-Tang's ability to revitalize the genre with their unique style and lyrical prowess. The beat is heavy and catchy, with a hard-hitting drumline and gritty bassline, while the production is minimalistic, allowing the vocal performances to be front and center.


The song's lyrics boast of Wu-Tang Clan's status as a force to be reckoned with in the hip-hop world. The lyrics touch on topics like fame, money, and power, with a focus on the gritty reality of street life. The chorus of the song repeats the lines "I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really? / I heard y'all n*****s like to bang-bang, do you really?" This repetition is emblematic of Wu-Tang Clan's style, which often uses repetition to drive home a point or theme.


Overall, "Do You Really" is a signature Wu-Tang Clan track that showcases their iconic sound and attitude. Its raw energy and aggressive lyrics make it a standout in their discography, and a classic in the hip-hop canon.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, this is a Wu banger, two thousand and one noise maker
This is a high quality and popular song by the Wu-Tang Clan that was released in 2001.


Off the hook guerilla anthem
This song is rebellious and has a strong message.


This is Dj Kay Slay, from around the way
The person introducing the song is DJ Kay Slay, a popular DJ from the neighborhood.


And I'll smack the shit outta any of you DJ's
If any DJs criticize or are disrespectful towards the song, DJ Kay Slay will physically fight them.


That front on this shit, think I'm playin'?
If any DJs underestimate the seriousness of the song, DJ Kay Slay will take action.


I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
There are rumors that some women have certain body parts, and the singer wants to know if these rumors are true or not.


I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
There are rumors that some men are involved in violent activities, and the singer wants to know if these rumors are true or not.


I never play a fan of the fame, I got love for the game
The artist is not motivated by fame, but rather enjoys making music.


Never lust for the dames, I got dust in my veins
The artist is not interested in women, and is instead focused on creating music.


Little off in the brain, kid talks butter slang
The artist may be a little eccentric or crazy, and uses unique language when speaking.


Sniffed a little blow with the rap eddie kane
The singer has used cocaine in the past, possibly with someone named Eddie Kane who is involved in the music industry.


Spent a lot of dough, it's so hard to explain
The artist has spent a lot of money, but can't easily explain on what.


And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the name
The singer has had sex with many women who were attracted to their fame and status.


WuTang, see me at the next, x winter games
The singer is part of the Wu-Tang Clan, and may be performing at a future winter sports event.


Snowboardin down a ski range, it's a blue and grey frame
The singer is snowboarding down a ski slope, wearing clothing with the colors blue and grey.


Keep, pointin the finger, I'm that nigga to blame
If there are any problems or issues, the artist takes full responsibility.


The main reason why you tuck the chain
People may hide or protect their jewelry because they are worried about the artist or others like them stealing it.


Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain
The singer has given themself a title or label, and wants to make a lot of money.


And I'm leavin the rap game the same way I came
The singer plans to retire from the music industry in the same way they began - as a rapper.


Now creep with me, as I roll through the stat
The artist invites the listener to go on a journey with them as they travel through a certain area.


Little Meth got my back, so do pinky fat-fat
Method Man is supporting the artist, and so is someone named Pinky Fat-Fat.


Let me hit that contact, learn how to act
The artist wants to smoke some marijuana and relax, while also teaching others how to behave appropriately.


Before you bring that drama the end, now fade to black
The singer warns others not to start any conflicts or drama, or there will be negative consequences.


Positive, hate kids who tell me lies
The artist values honesty, and dislikes people who are deceitful.


Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy
The singer dislikes people who only want to consume drugs and do not contribute financially.


Got nine lives, nine wives that don't listen
The singer feels invincible and has many wives, but they do not always listen to them.


Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin
The wives of the singer may be complaining about their biological clocks ticking, meaning they want to have children before it is too late.


Wu limited edition hot off the presses
The Wu-Tang Clan has released a new and exclusive product that is now available.


I guess it's, curtains for competition
The competition is over for others who try to compete with the Wu-Tang Clan.


Method, runnin 'em out, gun in my mouth
Method Man is driving away the competition, and is willing to die for his cause.


The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house
The singer is a dangerous person who is capable of causing chaos and destruction.


After midnight, eatin MC's, change to a gremlin
After midnight, the artist becomes more aggressive and ruthless, like the creatures from the movie Gremlins.


You're tremblin', behind the kremlin wall, surrenderin'
The artist has intimidated someone, perhaps someone in a powerful position behind the Kremlin wall.


That's what you get for russian/rushin', in the direction I was bustin'
If someone is rushing or moving too quickly in the artist's direction, they may be met with negative consequences.


Polish your sword, your shit is rustin'
The singer is insulting someone for not taking care of their own weapon or skills.


One-two, testin', testin', mic check wreckin'
The artist is testing their microphone and is ready to rock the audience.


Steps into the session
The singer is entering the recording studio to start their performance.


Automatic weapon off safety, don't play me
The singer is armed and should not be underestimated or disrespected.


But brings all them things with silencers
The singer has weapons with silencers to avoid making loud noises.


My clan is liver than your average '85er
The Wu-Tang Clan is more energetic and active than most people who were born in 1985.


Strive to stay alive
The artist tries very hard to stay alive, whether in their daily life or in dangerous situations.


I play for keeps in the streets
The singer is involved in the street life and must take their actions seriously.


'Cause it's real on the battlefield
The streets can be just as intense and life-threatening as a real battlefield in a war.


Shells hit the ground from the steel
Gunshots are fired and bullets can be heard hitting the ground.


Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind
Bullets move very quickly and can be very dangerous - they can even cause mental distress in the person being shot at.


Words combine when I rhyme to free the blind
The artist's lyrics are powerful and can change people's perspectives or enlighten them.


Prepare my queen for battle and walk down
The singer is preparing themselves and their partner for a difficult or dangerous situation.


I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance
The artist is used to violence and has no patience or tolerance for any more of it.


Gave word bond, sword silence
The singer made a promise to keep quiet and not reveal certain information.


Me in military fatigues, bulletproof underneath
The singer is wearing clothing that resembles military uniforms and has protective gear in case of gunfire.


Buy enough ammunition to round and sweep the streets
The singer has purchased a lot of ammunition in order to clear out the streets.


Of Brooklyn, central, sugar-whipped the rental
The artist is driving around Brooklyn in a car that may not belong to them.


While I'm lickin' out the window at y'all, fuck y'all
The artist is sticking out their tongue and being disrespectful towards others while driving.


Yo, we thrive on street life, we strive to eat right
The Wu-Tang Clan enjoys and thrives in the street life, but they also want to remain healthy and take care of themselves.


They blind and need sight, we tried to be nice
Other people may be unaware of the challenges in the streets, but the Wu-Tang Clan has tried to teach them.


They talk the small talk, we walk the long walk
Others may not be as committed to the street life as the Wu-Tang Clan is.


We lost, they all thought, they forced to fall short
The Wu-Tang Clan may have lost some battles on the streets, but others may still be intimidated by them.


We rock for hard rocks, rocked the hot blocks
The Wu-Tang Clan creates music for those who are tough and live in tough neighborhoods.


Shop and cop rocks, watch the top notch in action
The Wu-Tang Clan buys and sells drugs, and watches the most powerful people from their neighborhood in action.


Begin to make your head spin
The energy and quality of the Wu-Tang Clan's music can make someone's head spin or become overwhelmed.


Wu-tang my brethren, we bang like veterans
The Wu-Tang Clan is like a family, and they have been involved in the street life for so long that they can handle any situation.


They paid for record spins, taste the medicine
Others may have paid for their music to be played on the radio, but the Wu-Tang Clan's music is for real and has a powerful message.


Or face the double m, we came to trouble them
If someone disrespects or challenges the Wu-Tang Clan, they will face serious consequences.


Hustle them for they 20 mill' then buckle them
The Wu-Tang Clan will take someone's money and power, and then leave them in a helpless situation.


'Nuff to spin out the blue, bitches lovin' them
The success and power of the Wu-Tang Clan is enough to drive someone crazy or dizzy, and many women are attracted to them.


Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten
The Wu-Tang Clan is a small group of men, but their power and intimidation make them like they have the strength of many others.


Stumblin' thug passions, it must've been
The singer is reminiscing on some past experience where people were involved in criminal activities, but they may not remember the details clearly.




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



All comments from YouTube:

@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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