[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..)