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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..
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..
[Cappa] get this paper together..
motherfuckin' right Pa, uh huh.
[Cappa] That's right, nigga..
as far as it goes?
[Ghost] about to go off on some 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: Killah]
The burners in the stash, we the cash
We got females that got it like
The golden childs that bone the
See niggas in the place bit my style

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

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

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

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

It's the return of Bin Laden, grab armor
Smash boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat bones with alligators, roll deep, with my
My crew's fresh out the bars
Diggler, AKA the Cab
him off in the middle of fire
Dirty Island, bodies to the murderland
niggas out hurtin' my hand

[Method
I remember in the elevators when we was playin'
Now we the corners and the cops is stayin' on us, (uh)
where the war is
where the court system's out of warrants
Where TNT be jumping out the
For real I can't it
you see I Lucy cuz she Lawless
Exactly like that is
Snitch niggas your tongue
Already know the island I'm
And y'all want no problems with them

We got a history, full of victories
Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no
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 fleeing in flocks
Especially those that's sensitive to heat and shock

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

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

The rat pack is back from the of Stat'
Leave you off, cuz you worship the gat
The first one to snap drunk off the
Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him he the boss
Handcuffed, to the turntables like, Theodore
See it's pure, let iy rain curly
Bang him the thing that hang from the trousers
You don't no drama, I'm flaming fast
That nigga jumped up and did the Damon (Dash..)