[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! [music
Straight 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] 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 for y'all niggas, check it out...
Ghostface Killah] The burners in the stash, we about the We got females got it like that The golden childs that bone the See in the place 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 be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out With starwriters like I fucked Dion Stuck everything that's the god's beyond We airin' out that's the type shit that we on Wu-Tang headbanger Flood your space with big like you didn't 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 on with the best pose Yellow swede one matching hat with the gun Niggas be for nothing, then my team pull up We all throw down y'all broke niggas stay Lines digital stupid, plus my team got 'nuff jury on, bet I'm live and I'm coopin' Two of my silverbacks run a pack 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 smith with 5th shots, lick shots Leave your head like a Shaolin monk 6 dots Brooklyn, Zoo, Zoo (Yo) Brooooklynnnnnnn....ZOO! (Yo!)
It's the return of Bin Laden, grab armor pretty boy niggas, crush they karma Eat bones with alligators, roll deep, with my My whole fresh out the bars Diggler, AKA the Cab him off in the middle of fire Dirty Island, bodies to the murderland Knock niggas out my hand
[Method I in the elevators when we was playin' corners Now we play the and the cops is stayin' on us, (uh) Staten's the war is where the court running out of warrants Where TNT be out the Taurus For real I call it you see I love cuz she Lawless Exactly like 1-0-3-0-4 is Snitch swallow your tongue Already the island I'm from And y'all don't no problems with them
We got a history, full of victories Conceptual it ain't no mystery Long vision, giants in every way Rap czars, magnificent flows for day From the to the ville, from the West to the hills rhymes, encouraging skill From rat packs, the smallest crews were They hit 'em fast, with an effortless MCs start fleeing in Especially those that's more sensitive to and shock
Deck] We grindin', down to the My name grounded in I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' Chrome Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on like a hundred thousand in stones Move mountains with poems, got a jones for 1-6-zero my we throwin' elbows The cling, sho thing, we know kings Only dime dikes, with right, we choose Queens
[Masta Yeah we wild like who smash guitars Yo son split his face the toast, he ain't Ghost no joke iron coat rife him with the stroke One brains float, shot to the throat the smoke hit, witness the killing On the crime on the block Eyes from the shock Of being popped in the Yet he still had a lit between his fingertips when you step into the chamber with the master Disaster, gotta ya, cuz I hafta
The rat pack is from the island of Stat' you cursed off, cuz you worship the gat The first one to drunk off the Smirnoff Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the Handcuffed, to the turntables like, Wizard See pure, let iy rain curly ounces Bang him with the that hang from the trousers You don't no drama, I'm flaming fast That nigga up and did the Damon Dash (Dash..)