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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., up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius..
It's the Ol' Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts]

Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up..yo you here me?
[Cappadonna] Toney?
[Ghostface] Wsup don'..
All the way up..
[Ghost]You how we do..
[Cappa] Let's get this together..
motherfuckin' right Pa, uh huh.
[Cappa] right, c'mon nigga..
[ODB]That's as far as it
[Ghost] Sound 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...

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

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof
got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
Cuz if I had a chance, to do it
I will still the heat in my pants, uh

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

[Raekwon the
Yo, I drink gallons of Crew, play the big part
niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids
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'
come digital stupid, plus my team got
'nuff jury on, bet I'm still and I'm coopin'
Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your
Front on react and Cog-i-nac so relax dude
I'm with these cracks dude

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

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

[Method
I remember in the when we was playin' corners
Now we play the corners and the is stayin' on us, (uh)
Staten's the war is
where the court running out of warrants
Where TNT be jumping out the
For real I call it
you see I love cuz she Lawless
Exactly like 1-0-3-0-4 is
Snitch niggas your tongue
Already know the island I'm
And don't want no problems with them

We got a history, full of lightning
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, encouraging
From rat packs, the crews were enormous
They hit 'em fast, with an effortless
MCs fleeing in flocks
Especially those that's sensitive to heat and shock

Deck]
We grindin', down to the
My grounded in stone
I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' Chrome
Mr. Violence we in his home, hit the housing on Rome
like a hundred thousand in stones
Move mountains with poems, got a jones for
1-6-zero my songs we throwin'
The hoes cling, sho thing, we know
Only dime dikes, with minds right, we Queens

Killa]
Yeah we wild like who smash guitars
Yo son split his with the toast, he ain't Ghost
It's no joke iron coat rife him with the
One toke brains float, to the throat
Before the smoke hit, the killing
On the crime
Body on the
Eyes open from the
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 ya, cuz I hafta

The rat pack is back from the island of
Leave you off, cuz you worship the gat
The first one to snap drunk off the
Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the
Handcuffed, to the like, Wizard Theodore
See it's pure, let iy rain ounces
Bang him with the that hang from the trousers
You don't no drama, I'm flaming fast
nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash..)