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

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

[Hook: Ghostface
The burners in the stash, we the cash
We got females that got it that
The childs that bone 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 the heat in my pants, uh

[Ghostface
Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe trick enough
life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out
With starwriters I fucked Celine Dion
Stuck that's the god's honest beyond
We airin' out that's the type shit that we on
Official headbanger
Flood your space with big waves like you didn't set an

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

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

It's the of Bin Laden, grab your armor
pretty boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat with alligators, roll deep, with my entourage
My whole fresh out the bars
Diggler, AKA the Cab
Drop him off in the of fire
Dirty Island, drag bodies to the
niggas out hurtin' my hand

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

We got a history, full of victories
Conceptual breakthrough it no mystery
Long vision, from giants in way
Rap czars, flows for every day
the East to the ville, from the West to the hills
Incredible rhymes, skill
From rat packs, the smallest were enormous
They hit 'em fast, with an performance
MCs start fleeing in
those that's more sensitive to heat and shock

[Inspektah
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 on Rome
Shining like a hundred thousand in
Move mountains with poems, got a jones for
my songs we throwin' elbows
The hoes cling, sho thing, we know
Only dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens

[Masta
Yeah we wild rockstars who smash guitars
Yo son split his face with the toast, he Ghost
It's no joke iron coat rife him with the
One toke brains float, to the throat
the smoke hit, witness the killing
On the crime
on the block
Eyes from the shock
Of being in the neck
Yet he had a lit cigarette between his fingertips
Danger when you step into the chamber 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 one to snap drunk off the Smirnoff
Blow the 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 from the
You want no drama, I'm flaming fast
That nigga jumped up and did the Damon (Dash..)