Lyrics:

You can catch me on G-Street, snowflake fur on
Cubaned out, neck looking all beastie
Don't pass me the blunt, I'm cooling, sixteen hundred grams
On his concrete land, it's moving
From here to La Cienaga, I do hood yoga
I pull muscles counting money, need a new shoulder
Bitches circle round me on the block, I'm bossed up
I ain't stabbing nothing less she got a horse butt
Fuck her on the side of the building, that's a 'walnut'
She pregnant, ten minutes ago, she had a small gut
One apostle, Cuban Link skit
Montana Medellin, blowing both nostrils
Stick up kids stay away, Shaolin is far from your Emerald City
Call it Ox Town, trust me, I give you fifty
V necks on a different level
Staple your collar bone, you don't want no bass treble

I feel murder in the air, yeah, where my soldiers
Where the hood at? Bring 'em out, need y'all to hold us
We go marching till the whole entire world take notice
Wu-Block, take notice, Wu-Block, take notice

I feel murder in the air, yeah, where my soldiers
Where the hood at? Bring 'em out, need y'all to hold us
We go marching till the whole entire world take notice
Wu-Block, take notice, Wu-Block, take notice

I'm dreaming, at the bar with Barack's wife
Nancy Reagan making shots for us, TMZ sent they source
Hillary said I frighten her
Alarm go off, choking off the teeth whitener
I'm Don-Don, Daily News, fitted be true blue
I don't gang bang, but my niggas be Su-Wu
It's only a few niggas in the game that I'm true to
She mad I won't fuck her, go wash that poo-poo
Yo, Starks, tell Vel to book more suits
Aiyo, Vel, tell L to call more treats
Snow bunnies, house wives of Orange County
We gun smoking bonanzas, with no bounty
See me? My chain lower than your GPA
See them shooters in that building? They hear to stay
Said you getting that for cheaper, well, what you pay?
Sometimes I feel like Naughty, Hip Hop Hooray

I feel murder in the air, yeah, where my soldiers
Where the hood at? Bring 'em out, need y'all to hold us
We go marching till the whole entire world take notice
Wu-Block, take notice, Wu-Block, take notice

I feel murder in the air, yeah, where my soldiers
Where the hood at? Bring 'em out, need y'all to hold us
We go marching till the whole entire world take notice
Wu-Block, take notice, Wu-Block, take notice