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[Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, the Chef, the Inspektah Deck
M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius..
It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music

[ODB] Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up..yo you here me?
[Cappadonna] Wutup
Wsup don' don'..
All the way up..
[Ghost]You how we do..
[Cappa] Let's get paper together..
motherfuckin' right Pa, uh huh.
[Cappa] That's right, nigga..
[ODB]That's as far as it
[Ghost] Sound about to go off on real live Wu-shit, uh huh
W-T-C
Ghost-FACE!
[Ghost] Lemme give y'all the hook for y'all niggas, check it out...

[Hook: Ghostface
The in the stash, we about the cash
We got females got it like that
The golden childs that the crowd
See niggas in the that bit my style

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we brothers
got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
Cuz if I had a chance, to do it
I will still keep the in my pants, uh

[Ghostface
Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick
Word life to big screen Don, tapping out
With starwriters like I fucked Dion
Stuck everything that's the god's beyond
We airin' niggas out that's the type shit we on
Wu-Tang headbanger
Flood your space with big waves you didn't set an anchor

[Raekwon the
Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, play the big
niggas got on the grill, selling kids Clarks
Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the pose
Yellow swede one hat with the grey gun
be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up
We all throw down broke niggas stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid, plus my got
'nuff jury on, bet I'm still and I'm coopin'
Two of my run through a pack of your wolves
Front on react and Cog-i-nac so relax dude
Know I'm with cracks dude

Yo, 1, 2...Dirt McGirt!
Solid smith with 5th shots, lick shots
Leave your head like a Shaolin with 6 dots
Brooklyn, Zoo, Zoo (Yo)
Brooooklynnnnnnn....ZOO! (Yo!)

It's the return of Bin Laden, your armor
Smash pretty boy niggas, crush karma
Eat bones with alligators, deep, with my entourage
My whole crew's fresh out the
Diggler, AKA the Cab
him off in the middle of fire
Dirty Island, drag bodies to the
Knock out hurtin' my hand

Man]
I in the elevators when we was playin' corners
Now we play the corners and the cops is on us, (uh)
where the war is
where the court system's out of warrants
Where TNT be out the Taurus
For I can't call it
you see I love cuz she Lawless
Exactly that 1-0-3-0-4 is
niggas swallow your tongue
Already the island I'm from
And y'all want no problems with them

We got a history, full of victories
Conceptual it ain't no mystery
vision, from giants in every way
Rap czars, magnificent flows for day
From the East to the ville, from the West to the
Incredible rhymes, encouraging
rat packs, the smallest crews were enormous
They hit 'em fast, with an effortless
MCs start fleeing in
Especially those that's sensitive to heat and shock

[Inspektah
We grindin', down to the
My name in stone
I'm Mr. Violence we with Chrome
Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the on Rome
Shining a hundred thousand in stones
Move mountains poems, got a jones for dinero
1-6-zero my songs we elbows
The cling, sho thing, we know kings
Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose

[Masta
Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash
Yo son split his with the toast, he ain't Ghost
It's no iron coat rife him with the stroke
One toke float, shot to the throat
Before the smoke hit, the killing
On the scene
Body on the
Eyes open from the
Of popped in the neck
Yet he still had a lit cigarette between his
Danger when you step into the with the master
Disaster, blast ya, cuz I hafta

The rat pack is back from the of Stat'
you cursed off, cuz you worship the gat
The first one to snap off the Smirnoff
Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the
Handcuffed, to the turntables like, Wizard
See it's pure, let iy rain ounces
Bang him with the thing that from the trousers
You want no drama, I'm flaming fast
nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash..)