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[Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the 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?
Wutup Toney?
[Ghostface] Wsup don'..
All the way up..
[Ghost]You how we do..
[Cappa] get this paper together..
[Ghost]You right Pa, uh huh.
[Cappa] That's right, nigga..
as far as it goes?
[Ghost] about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh
[Cappa]
Ghost-FACE!
[Ghost] Lemme give the bullshit hook for y'all niggas, check it out...

[Hook: Killah]
The burners in the stash, we about the
We got females got it like that
The golden childs that 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 keep 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
Word life to big screen Don, tapping out
With starwriters I fucked Celine Dion
everything that's the god's honest beyond
We niggas out that's the type shit that we on
Wu-Tang headbanger
Flood space 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, selling Clarks
Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on the best pose
swede one matching hat with the grey gun
Niggas be for nothing, then my team pull up
We all throw down y'all broke stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid, my team got
'nuff jury on, bet I'm still and I'm coopin'
Two of my silverbacks run a pack of your wolves
Front on react and sippin' so relax dude
Know I'm these cracks dude

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

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

[Method
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 system's running out of
Where TNT be jumping out the
For real I call it
you see I love Lucy cuz she
Exactly that 1-0-3-0-4 is
niggas swallow your tongue
Already the island I'm from
And y'all want no problems with them

We got a history, full of lightning
breakthrough it ain't no mystery
Long vision, giants in every way
Rap czars, magnificent for every day
From the East to the ville, from the West to the
Incredible rhymes, encouraging
rat packs, the smallest crews were enormous
They hit 'em fast, with an effortless
MCs start fleeing in
Especially those that's more to heat and shock

[Inspektah
We grindin', down to the
My grounded in stone
I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with
Mr. Violence we in his home, hit the housing on Rome
Shining like a hundred in stones
Move mountains poems, got a jones for dinero
1-6-zero my songs we elbows
The cling, sho thing, we know kings
dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens

[Masta
we wild like rockstars who smash guitars
Yo son split his face with the toast, he Ghost
It's no joke iron coat rife him the stroke
One toke brains float, shot to the
Before the smoke hit, witness the
On the scene
on the block
Eyes from the shock
Of being in the neck
Yet he still had a lit cigarette his fingertips
Danger when you step into the chamber with the
Disaster, gotta blast ya, cuz I

The rat is back from the island of Stat'
you cursed off, cuz you worship the gat
The first one to drunk off the Smirnoff
Blow the ear off, let him floss he the boss
Handcuffed, to the turntables like, Theodore
See pure, let iy rain curly ounces
Bang him with the thing that from the trousers
You don't want no drama, I'm flaming
nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash..)