Re-Up
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

Yo son I know what time it is
Yo tell em, 12, huh? (Yo hold the fuck up)
Yo Shyheim
Yo tell me it's on (I'ma punch niggas in the face)
Hold that, hold that down son (I got this, I got this)
Word up, we got this (fuck that nigga, man)
Shit is real, all you rats on both coasts
Brooklyn, Shaolin
The block is hot, straight up (Pussy nigga)
(Read the rims)

Eighty seven, drug, never change their game
We reign terror, projects slang to ring up in the Beakle's leather
Plaque for the cheddar, shots out the face of the Beretta
Through the corner store that lady and kid, they caught it raw
Smokin' leaf poor, make me wanna crack that nigga's jaw
Eatin' with the poor, tryin' to live life for what it's for
Twelve years later, caught me on tour Two on da road
Two on the track, two with the plaques, two with the gats
Iced out cats, better think twice before you rap
Up in your bitch back, only a snitch get that
Fuck the chit-chat, click-click-clack, through your Adam's app'
Brook-nam grace and charm, remain calm
In these big streets we struggle just to make ends meet
Pigs with heat, livin' out the Devil's deceit
See I'm a rebel plus my level's complete
Bitches say I'm sort of unique
You can catch me as a Playboy sheets
Solid steel meet, I keep it real with the 'nique

Fuck a fair fight, come out my corner with a knife
Y'all big elephant niggas beware of us little mice
You know that we like that cheddar, to make our life better
Every color, low sweater, drop-top Benz

with the AMG letters, floatin' like feathers
Does it get any better? (Uh-uh, uh-uh) Never, no
'Cause I write the rhymes, the rhymes I write be bumpin'
Rhyme architects that be brutal on production
My brick house, you can't blow me down
My thug drug music, smoked out ya town
Radio Shyheim, you can't choke me out
Cuz where the fuck I'm from, we moke popo out

[Chorus]
Shit is crazy real in the field
Watch nigga blood get spilled over five dollar bills, nigga
And major drug deals on the real
Watch a nigga get mils, and his bitch get him killed

Yo, P let's get this dough quick, shit on the wrist
Platinum bracelets, see his Range's the whip
Summer time, comin' quick you got eighty-five percent
Nigga talk that slick and get his brain blown to bits
Throw you in pits and nigga lock like pits
Got my whole fuckin' click, nigga, handlin' fifths
They blastin' and shit, I'm after that kid
Who rock that glass Benz, nigga throw it in his wig
Kidnap his kid, throw his brain in the fridge
Slappy and pig, nigga, place where I live
A nigga lookin' jig and I run up in ya crib
Who the fuck murdered big? Whoever did, do a bid
And let his daughter drop a fridge on his
Move like the wind to Brooklyn Bridge, straight to my crib

[Chorus: x3]

Close the mothafuckin' door, what?
Got my nigga R'son on this track
12 O'Clock on this track
Prodigal Sunn on this track
Got my nigga Shyheim the ManChild




Definitely Brooklyn Zu
Rewind that shit, nigga!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the Wu-Tang Clan's Re-Up song are about the harsh reality of living in the projects and the struggle to make a living. The song opens with an assertion that the block is hot, and the rats on both coasts are getting bolder. The lyrics speak of drugs, violence, and the constant chase for money. The lyrics depict the life of a street hustler, someone who is just trying to make ends meet. The rhymes remind us that life in the projects is harder and that we cannot judge people for their choices without understanding the circumstances that led them there.


The song's lyrics also speak to the resilience of the project dwellers. The Wu-Tang Clan is not just rapping about the negative aspects of living in poverty. They celebrate the sense of community that comes with living in the projects. They speak of the loyalty that people have for each other and the need to protect one another. The rhymes remind us that even in the face of adversity, people will band together to make it through.


In conclusion, the Wu-Tang Clan's Re-Up lyrics are a powerful commentary on life in the projects. The lyrics speak of drugs, violence, and the constant chase for money, but they also speak to the resilience and loyalty of the project dwellers. Through their rhymes, they remind us to look beyond our first impressions and judge people based on their circumstances.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo son I know what time it is
I am aware of the situation we are in


Yo tell em, 12, huh? (Yo hold the fuck up)
Acknowledging the presence of police nearby


Yo Shyheim
Calling out to Shyheim


Yo tell me it's on (I'ma punch niggas in the face)
Confirming the presence of a fight


Hold that, hold that down son (I got this, I got this)
Asking someone to remain calm in the situation, confirming they have it under control


Word up, we got this (fuck that nigga, man)
Confirming that they will handle the situation, expressing anger towards someone


Shit is real, all you rats on both coasts
Confirming the seriousness of the situation, calling out those who are cowardly


Brooklyn, Shaolin
Referring to two areas of New York City


The block is hot, straight up (Pussy nigga)
Confirming that the area is dangerous, insulting someone


(Read the rims)
Unknown


Eighty seven, drug, never change their game
Referring to drug dealers who have been selling drugs since 1987 and have not changed their methods


We reign terror, projects slang to ring up in the Beakle's leather
Referring to gang violence and drug dealing in the projects


Plaque for the cheddar, shots out the face of the Beretta
Getting money by any means necessary, including violence


Through the corner store that lady and kid, they caught it raw
Describing a violent incident that occurred at a corner store involving a woman and child


Smokin' leaf poor, make me wanna crack that nigga's jaw
Referring to smoking marijuana and wanting to fight someone


Eatin' with the poor, tryin' to live life for what it's for
Living life with people who are struggling financially


Twelve years later, caught me on tour Two on da road
Referring to being on tour for twelve years and being on the road


Two on the track, two with the plaques, two with the gats
Referring to their team and their success


Iced out cats, better think twice before you rap
Referring to their success and warning others to step up their game


Up in your bitch back, only a snitch get that
Referring to sexual activity and the consequences of snitching


Fuck the chit-chat, click-click-clack, through your Adam's app'
Referring to gun violence


Brook-nam grace and charm, remain calm
Referring to Brooklyn and remaining level-headed in difficult situations


In these big streets we struggle just to make ends meet
Describing the struggles of living in an impoverished area


Pigs with heat, livin' out the Devil's deceit
Referring to the police and corruption


See I'm a rebel plus my level's complete
Claiming to be rebellious and accomplished


Bitches say I'm sort of unique
Referring to the uniqueness of their personality


You can catch me as a Playboy sheets
Referring to being featured in Playboy magazine


Solid steel meet, I keep it real with the 'nique
Referring to their strength and honesty


Fuck a fair fight, come out my corner with a knife
Preferring a violent attack over a fair fight


Y'all big elephant niggas beware of us little mice
Warning their enemies to not underestimate them


You know that we like that cheddar, to make our life better
Referring to their desire for money and success


Every color, low sweater, drop-top Benz with the AMG letters, floatin' like feathers
Describing their flashy cars and luxurious lifestyle


Does it get any better? (Uh-uh, uh-uh) Never, no
Acknowledging that their life is the best it could be


'Cause I write the rhymes, the rhymes I write be bumpin'
Referring to their skills as a rapper


Rhyme architects that be brutal on production
Referring to their skills as a producer


My brick house, you can't blow me down
Referring to their resilience and strength


My thug drug music, smoked out ya town
Referring to their music and the impact it has on their audience


Radio Shyheim, you can't choke me out
Referring to their ability to remain popular and relevant


Cuz where the fuck I'm from, we moke popo out
Describing their hatred for the police and their willingness to attack them


Shit is crazy real in the field
Describing the dangerous environment they live in


Watch nigga blood get spilled over five dollar bills, nigga
Describing the violence that occurs over small amounts of money


And major drug deals on the real
Describing the importance of drug dealing in their environment


Watch a nigga get mils, and his bitch get him killed
Referring to the dangers of being involved in drug dealing and violence


Yo, P let's get this dough quick, shit on the wrist
Asking someone to make money quickly, bragging about their possessions


Platinum bracelets, see his Range's the whip
Describing their luxurious possessions


Summer time, comin' quick you got eighty-five percent
Referring to the time of year and the percentage of profits that they will receive


Nigga talk that slick and get his brain blown to bits
Threatening those who disrespect them


Throw you in pits and nigga lock like pits
Describing their power and dominance over their enemies


Got my whole fuckin' click, nigga, handlin' fifths
Referring to their crew and their weapons


They blastin' and shit, I'm after that kid
Describing a violent attack of a rival gang


Who rock that glass Benz, nigga throw it in his wig
Describing an attack on someone driving a certain type of car


Kidnap his kid, throw his brain in the fridge
Describing an even more violent act that they are capable of


Slappy and pig, nigga, place where I live
Referring to their environment and their hatred for police officers


A nigga lookin' jig and I run up in ya crib
Describing a violent break-in


Who the fuck murdered big? Whoever did, do a bid
Asking who was responsible for the murder of a famous rapper and suggesting they go to jail


And let his daughter drop a fridge on his
Describing a violent and ironic death for the killer of the rapper


Move like the wind to Brooklyn Bridge, straight to my crib
Referring to their ability to escape quickly and return to safety


Close the mothafuckin' door, what?
Asking someone to close the door


Got my nigga R'son on this track
Acknowledging someone's involvement in a musical project


12 O'Clock on this track
Acknowledging someone's involvement in a musical project


Prodigal Sunn on this track
Acknowledging someone's involvement in a musical project


Got my nigga Shyheim the ManChild
Acknowledging someone's involvement in a musical project


Definitely Brooklyn Zu
Acknowledging a group or crew of people from Brooklyn


Rewind that shit, nigga!
Asking someone to play a part of the music again




Lyrics ยฉ O/B/O APRA/AMCOS

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Comments from YouTube:

Steve Spaulding

Ok whoever disliked this needs a wake up call to rap! Wu will always be one of the best rap groups ever๐Ÿ‘

Greg Crovella

no Dislikes let's keep it that way

Simon Forrest

R. I. P 12 o'clock ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿฟ

Chiefen Walker

Sick

James Dailey

๐Ÿ™๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿ™โค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’œ

galoreneRT ๐Ÿ‘

Instrumental????

ะะปะตะบัะฐะฝะดั€ ะะผะผะพัะพะฒ

Iaik๐Ÿค™

Greg Crovella

first

More Versions