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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., straight up, Killa, the Gza, the Genius..
It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! starts]

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

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

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we brothers
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
life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out
With starwriters like I fucked Dion
Stuck everything the god's honest beyond
We airin' niggas out the type shit that we on
Official headbanger
Flood your space with big waves like you set an anchor

[Raekwon the
Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, the big part
niggas got squid on the grill, selling Clarks
Finesse notes, yo, the on with the best pose
Yellow swede one matching hat the grey gun
Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my pull up
We all throw y'all broke niggas stay frontin'
Lines come stupid, plus my team got
'nuff jury on, bet I'm still live and I'm
Two of my silverbacks run a pack of your wolves
Front on react and sippin' so relax dude
Know I'm with these cracks

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

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

Man]
I in the elevators when we was playin' corners
Now we play the corners and the cops is on us, (uh)
Staten's the war is
where the court running out of warrants
TNT be jumping out the Taurus
For real I call it
you see I love cuz she Lawless
Exactly like that is
Snitch niggas swallow tongue
know the island I'm from
And don't want no problems with them

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

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

[Masta
Yeah we wild like who smash guitars
Yo son split his face with the toast, he Ghost
It's no joke coat rife him with the stroke
One toke brains float, shot to the
Before the smoke hit, the killing
On the crime
on the block
Eyes open the shock
Of being popped in the
Yet he still had a lit cigarette his fingertips
Danger you step into the chamber with the master
Disaster, blast ya, cuz I hafta

The rat pack is from the island of Stat'
Leave you off, cuz you worship the gat
The first one to snap 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 hang the trousers
You don't want no drama, I'm fast
nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash..)