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

[ODB] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up..yo you me?
[Cappadonna] Toney?
[Ghostface] Wsup don'..
All the way up..
[Ghost]You how we do..
Let's get this paper together..
[Ghost]You motherfuckin' Pa, uh huh.
That's right, c'mon nigga..
[ODB]That's as far as it
Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh
[Cappa]
Ghost-FACE!
[Ghost] Lemme give y'all the bullshit hook for y'all niggas, it out...

Ghostface Killah]
The burners in the stash, we about the
We got females that got it like
The golden that bone the crowd
See niggas in the place that bit my

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

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

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

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

It's the of Bin Laden, grab 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
Drop him off in the middle of
Dirty Island, drag to the murderland
Knock niggas out hurtin' my

[Method
I in the elevators when we was playin' corners
Now we play the corners and the is stayin' on us, (uh)
where the war is
where the court system's out of warrants
Where TNT be out the Taurus
For real I call it
you see I love Lucy cuz she
like that 1-0-3-0-4 is
Snitch swallow your tongue
Already know the I'm from
And y'all don't want no problems them

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

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

[Masta
Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash
Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't
no joke iron coat rife him with the stroke
One brains float, shot to the throat
the smoke hit, witness the killing
On the scene
on the block
Eyes open from the
Of being in the neck
Yet he still had a lit cigarette his fingertips
Danger when you into the chamber with the master
Disaster, gotta ya, cuz I hafta

The rat pack is back from the island of
you cursed off, cuz you worship the gat
The first one to drunk off the Smirnoff
the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss
Handcuffed, to the turntables like, Wizard
See it's pure, let iy curly ounces
Bang him with the thing that from the trousers
You don't want no drama, I'm fast
That jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash..)