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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., up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius..
the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts]

[ODB] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, it up..yo you here me?
Wutup Toney?
[Ghostface] don' don'..
All the way up..
[Ghost]You how we do..
[Cappa] Let's get this together..
[Ghost]You right Pa, uh huh.
[Cappa] right, c'mon nigga..
[ODB]That's as far as it
[Ghost] about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh
[Cappa]
Ghost-FACE!
[Ghost] give y'all the bullshit hook for y'all niggas, check it out...

Ghostface Killah]
The in the stash, we about the cash
We got that got it like that
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 will still keep the in my pants, uh

Killah]
Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't enough
Word life to big screen Don, tapping out
With starwriters like I fucked Celine
Stuck that's the god's honest beyond
We niggas out that's the type shit that we on
Official Wu-Tang
Flood your with big waves like you didn't set an anchor

[Raekwon the
Yo, I drink heavy of Crew, play the big part
niggas got squid on the grill, kids Clarks
notes, yo, the Guess 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 down broke niggas stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid, plus my got
jury on, bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
Two of my silverbacks run a pack of your wolves
Front on and sippin' Cog-i-nac so relax dude
I'm with these cracks dude

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

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

Man]
I remember in the elevators when we was corners
Now we play the and the cops is stayin' on us, (uh)
where the war is
where the court running out of warrants
Where TNT be out the Taurus
For real I call it
you see I Lucy cuz she Lawless
like that 1-0-3-0-4 is
Snitch niggas swallow tongue
Already the island I'm from
And y'all want no problems with them

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

[Inspektah
We grindin', down to the
My name grounded in
I'm Mr. we loungin' with Chrome
Mr. we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome
Shining a hundred thousand in stones
Move mountains poems, got a jones for dinero
my songs we throwin' elbows
The cling, sho thing, we know kings
Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose

Killa]
Yeah we wild like rockstars who guitars
Yo son split his with the toast, he ain't Ghost
It's no joke iron coat him with the stroke
One toke float, shot to the throat
the smoke hit, witness the killing
On the crime
on the block
Eyes from the shock
Of popped in the neck
Yet he still had a lit cigarette his fingertips
Danger when you into the chamber with the master
Disaster, gotta blast ya, cuz I

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