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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..
the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts]

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

[Hook: Killah]
The burners in the stash, we about the
We got females that got it that
The childs that 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, listen up
I one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough
Word life to big screen Don, dustbones out
With starwriters like I fucked Dion
Stuck everything that's the honest beyond
We niggas out that's the type shit that we on
Official Wu-Tang
Flood your space with big waves you didn't set an anchor

the Chef]
Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, play the big
got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks
Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the pose
Yellow swede one matching hat the grey gun
Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team up
We all throw down y'all broke niggas stay
Lines come digital stupid, plus my got
jury on, bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of wolves
Front on react and sippin' so relax dude
Know I'm with these dude

Yo, 1, 2...Dirt McGirt!
Solid tone with 5th shots, lick shots
your head like 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 with alligators, roll deep, with my
My whole crew's fresh out the
Diggler, AKA the Cab
Drop him off in the middle of
Dirty Island, drag to the murderland
Knock out hurtin' my hand

[Method
I remember in the elevators we was playin' corners
Now we play the and the cops 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 can't it
you see I Lucy cuz she Lawless
Exactly that 1-0-3-0-4 is
Snitch niggas your tongue
Already know the island I'm
And y'all don't want no with them

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

[Inspektah
We grindin', to the bone
My name grounded in
I'm Mr. we loungin' with Chrome
Mr. we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome
Shining like a hundred thousand in
mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero
1-6-zero my we throwin' elbows
The hoes cling, sho thing, we know
Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose

Killa]
Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash
Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't
no joke iron coat rife him with the stroke
One brains float, shot to the throat
Before the hit, witness the killing
On the scene
on the block
Eyes open the shock
Of being popped in the
Yet he still had a lit cigarette his fingertips
Danger you step into the chamber with the master
Disaster, gotta blast ya, cuz I

The rat pack is back the island of Stat'
Leave you off, cuz you worship the gat
The first one to snap off the Smirnoff
Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him he the boss
Handcuffed, to the turntables like, Wizard
See it's pure, let iy rain 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..)