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

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

[Hook: Ghostface
The burners in the stash, we about the
We got females that got it like
The golden childs bone the crowd
See niggas in the place that bit my

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof
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, listen up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick
Word life to big Don, tapping dustbones out
With like I fucked Celine Dion
Stuck everything that's the god's beyond
We niggas out that's the type shit that we on
Official Wu-Tang
Flood your space with big waves like you didn't set an

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

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

It's the of Bin Laden, grab your armor
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 the corners and the cops is stayin' on us, (uh)
Staten's the war is
where the system's running out of warrants
TNT be jumping out the Taurus
For real I call it
you see I love Lucy cuz she
like that 1-0-3-0-4 is
Snitch niggas your tongue
know the island I'm from
And y'all want no problems with them

We got a history, of lightning victories
Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no
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 crews were
hit 'em fast, with an effortless performance
MCs fleeing in flocks
Especially that's more sensitive to heat and shock

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

Killa]
Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash
Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't
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 scene
on the block
Eyes open from the
Of popped in the neck
Yet he had a lit cigarette between his fingertips
when you step into the chamber with the master
Disaster, gotta ya, cuz I hafta

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, Theodore
See it's pure, let iy rain ounces
Bang him with the thing that hang from the
You don't no drama, I'm flaming fast
That nigga up and did the Damon Dash (Dash..)