Hold The Heater
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics

Windshield, rappers are like gnats, they're gettin' splattered 'pon the windshield
Fallin' down like London Bridge, my blade split your onion head
Axe that like Paul Bunyan, Meth prefers the gun instead
Bong bong, put a hole inside your head

We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw
We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw

How come the streets don't want me to live?
Plus my niggas keep tellin' me fibs
But the devil done poisoned my wiz
I'm doin' this for my family and kids
I'm tryna be wealthy, take my time right and stay healthy
Said it before but I don't think nobody felt me
Yo tried to understand this hand that this life dealt me
I'm on the verge of a whole new makeover
My fake friends, they can take it like a takeover
I'm ready to eat, I'm ready to grip it
Got enemies everywhere, I got chicks that's wicked
Sick shit, niggas doin' wicked ass wig shit
Bid shit, tellin' jakes that I had the biscuit
Niggas be wantin' my leftovers
I'm like a general that died and lost some of his best soldiers
I burn holsters and I kill that dirt religion
Murk that pigeon and I shoot the television

Got that trey pound on you, run down on you
Hard boiled nigga, Clan top soil
My fam straight royal, I'ma die loyal
When them shooters come for you, better throw your flag ay 'em
I'm pure gun oil, let 'em see that hand cannon
Foundation strong, never ride a bandwagon
Andrew Jacksons, hand-to-hand transaction
Cops jumped out, caught him with his pants saggin'
Criminal individuals up in here
Wild like the theme park ride called The Buccaneer
Weed in the Tupperware, throw you off the upper tiers
Suweeee, I got all my niggas up in here

We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw
We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw

Imagine the sound of your face scrapin' up against the gate
Of a barbed wire fence, this is barbed iron fist
Heartthrob, iron dick, hoes slob the nob quick
This is odd, so throw it in your iPod quick

[?] activity, constant movement
Mind elasticity, such improvement
Thought hell to where it collapses inward
Spillin' rhymes if it's the Shaolin in vineyards
RZA had a mixture, then he added sound to the picture
Co-author rewrote the scripture
Math worked from birth, doubled the net worth
Amplified in the time machine of early Earth
A two-way radio, simple yet complex
Receivers, transmitters, interest to contacts
The emergence of the earliest atoms
Transform to a level extremely hard to fathom
Same soup, different bowl, Wu ceramics
Same group on them large-scale dynamics
A wave triggered the burst, glass was shattered
Galactic matter served on a graphic platter

We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw
We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw

Overachiever, power hungry over eater
I95, whip fly like an overseer
I'm overconfident but some might say I'm overeager
Or overzealous, especially when it's over cheeba
I got a soldier's features, I rock the coldest sneakers
My sneakers' so cold, can't wear 'em 'less you hold the heater
Can't push me over either, that go for dojas
I ain't got no love for posers neither, keep my composure
I'm focused, tryna roll the reefer, let's turn it up
Forget the cope, I'm tryna blow the speaker, that's all he wrote
One verse could turn your soul to ether
It's time you gave me my respects like the older reefer

We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw
We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw

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Comments from YouTube:

S. Crockett

I'm ready to eat. I'm ready to grip it. Got enemies everywhere. Got chicks that's wicked. Cap is the MVP on A Better Tomorrow. Classic hated on album.

rmc rmc

im hearing that ...i slept on this

S. Crockett

Nasir Sincere if you wanna know which is the best to start with, I'd say probably An Open Letter. Peace.

S. Crockett

Nasir Sincere Yo Nas, that you? Ayo, I don't need you to give me a deal. Fuck a deal. But peep The El on sound cloud, three lps, one ep. Three of them shits I put up there with some of your best works. No disrespect, my nigga. I salute you. Nigga, I studied under you so no disrespect.

Nasir Sincere

peace God this go

Nemer Nick

So fucking underrated. Hilarious !


That Wu Tang sound why do people hate on this. This is a banger.

Rey Hugo Television

That annoying synth on the hook

drunk monk ☯ 酔った僧侶

u god and gza killed af

Bryan Supreme85

Golden arms!!!!!! Rzaaaaa This odd odd so throw it on your ipod !!!whatttt 🙌🙌🙌🙌

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