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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! [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..)