A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #


(feat. Wu-Tang Clan)

[Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck

M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius..
It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty [email protected]&!! [music starts]

[ODB] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up..yo you here me?
[Cappadonna] Wutup Toney?
[Ghostface] Wsup don' don'..

[ODB] All the way up..
[Ghost]You know how we do..
[Cappa] Let's get this paper together..

[Ghost]You mother$#[email protected]' right Pa, uh huh.
[Cappa] That's right, c'mon ^!$$%..
[ODB]That's as far as it goes?

[Ghost] Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-%#@!, uh huh
[Cappa] W-T-C
[RZA] Ghost-FACE!

[Ghost] Lemme give y'all the bull%#@! hook for y'all ^!$$%s, check it out...

[Hook: Ghostface Killah]

The burners in the stash, we about the cash
We got females that got it like that
The golden childs that bone the crowd

See ^!$$%s in the place that bit my style

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers

Wu-Tang got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
Cuz if I had a chance, to do it again
I will still keep the heat in my pants, uh

[Ghostface Killah]
Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up

I shot one of my (*##$es, the hoe ain't trick enough
Word life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out
With starwriters like I $#[email protected] Celine Dion

Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond
We airin' ^!$$%s out that's the type %#@! that we on
Official Wu-Tang headbanger

Flood your space with big waves like you didn't set an anchor

[Raekwon the Chef]

Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, play the big part
^!$$%s got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks
Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the best pose

Yellow swede one matching hat with the grey gun
^!$$%s be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up
We all throw down y'all broke ^!$$%s stay frontin'

Lines come digital stupid, plus my team got
'nuff jury on, bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves

Front on react and sippin' Cog-i-nac so relax dude
Know I'm with these cracks dude

[ODB] Yo, 1, 2...Dirt McGirt!
Solid tone smith with 5th shots, lick shots
Leave your head like a Shaolin monk with 6 dots

Brooklyn, Zoo, Zoo (Yo)
Brooooklynnnnnnn....ZOO! (Yo!)

It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor
Smash pretty boy ^!$$%s, crush they karma

Eat bones with alligators, roll deep, with my entourage
My whole crew's fresh out the bars
Diggler, AKA the Cab Driver

Drop him off in the middle of fire
Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murderland
Knock ^!$$%s out hurtin' my hand

[Method Man]
I remember in the elevators when we was playin' corners

Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us, (uh)
Staten's where the war is
where the court system's running out of warrants

Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus
For real I can't call it
you see I love Lucy cuz she Lawless
Exactly like that 1-0-3-0-4 is
Snitch ^!$$%s swallow your tongue

Already know the island I'm from
And y'all don't want no problems with them

We got a history, full of lightning victories

Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery
Long vision, from giants in every way
Rap czars, magnificent flows for every day
From the East to the ville, from the West to the hills
Incredible rhymes, encouraging skill

From rat packs, the smallest crews were enormous
They hit 'em fast, with an effortless performance
MCs start fleeing in flocks
Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock

[Inspektah Deck]
We grindin', down to the bone
My name grounded in stone
I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with Chrome
Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome
Shining like a hundred thousand in stones

Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero
1-6-zero my songs we throwin' elbows
The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings
Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens

[Masta Killa]
Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars

Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost
It's no joke iron coat rife him with the stroke
One toke brains float, shot to the throat
Before the smoke hit, witness the killing
On the crime scene
Body on the block
Eyes open from the shock

Of being popped in the neck
Yet he still had a lit cigarette between his fingertips
Danger when you step into the chamber with the master
Disaster, gotta blast ya, cuz I hafta

The rat pack is back from the island of Stat'

Leave you cursed off, cuz you worship the gat
The first one to snap drunk off the Smirnoff
Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss
Handcuffed, to the turntables like, Wizard Theodore
See it's pure, let iy rain curly ounces
Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers
You don't want no drama, I'm flaming fast

That ^!$$% jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash..)


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