[Ol Dirty
See let a nigga come through with that you pop that shit nigga I'ma tell you you can a dick, you can suck a pussy I know, it'll to what? Say what? Now I'ma let all you know See knows that this is something you can't fuck Whether you from Brooklyn, you from Manhattan You from Queens nigga, I don't a fuck, where you be motherfucker! you reside... motherfucker! How you live? How you seeeeeeee...
Sort the stack outs, one's the blackout Three-fifty-seven to mouth, blaaow!!
Monk - Brooklyn Zu]
Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm this It's that G type slang that makes this real Ignite my I got my hand pon the trigger Starts the smallest and hits the bigger nigga
Sunn - Sunz of Man]
Yo, straight actin about them hellfires A known mental killer, or thriller, of terror The hot bloody fatal of carbonate water Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order the mission Travel like the of wind Through the of sin, I step to ville and murdered many man Serving in my vicinity
[Zu Keeper - Zu]
(This is, Brooklyn, Zu!!) Za-za-za, Zuh-za-zah,
- Brooklyn Zu]
I get down I get down I crack your fuckin Lay around and watch some niggaz break ground I can't shop 'cause bro blowin up the spot Hit and niggaz know
Priest - Sunz of Man]
Yo! Niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a Nervous, that's why the Zoo me in Now bring em forth, like the at the courts the case begin, first break me in His brain! And make sure he can't maintain the Ya harmless, watch how I this like, mail, pre hands that be the move Now Posse is your fuckin Platoon cells, just flows through the air I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down Then I get furious, imperious, the With the rhyme Erupt to deduct your mind
[12 O'Clock - Zu]
Fuck shit up on the for burying ducks through more styles than a muck Warning you chump, is out for lunch Given the power punch, soon to be like Donald Trump Never fall victim to no my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp And score more than Shawn Kemp Keepin strong like the center on the Knicks Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!! Ol Dirty live and uncut
(Shame on a nigga who to run game on a...)
[Shorty Shit - Brooklyn Zu]
Got more props the President My hardcore represent, blowin niggaz who never had this Cause I'm gifted, so you can get The shit I'm kickin, send it to your for Christmas And tell her Shorty Shit sent it Soon to have more than the Jolly Green Giant niggaz rap styles just down is aspired You shoulda stayed HOME instead of picking up a But if you wanna run on up, like you I call your bluff, and blow you with my hardcore Stuff, I shine like carat
[Ol' Bastard]
Roll and stroll with the scene Nigga know me as Mr. Clean Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, the script and my skill niggaz, you're trippin Drugged up from sniffin, you're the one riffin I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Start to flip, slip, 'cause you're you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen As I, on stage, flip rip a show Strip and rip a hoe, like Bo Jackson while I'm still maxin Relaxin sittin back good tracks and Again and again I rock the jam SEE EM UP IN THE AIR! Throw up your hand Introducin, one-man in town It's wild, with the style couldn't stand When the jump, stepped, to the Of the inventor, MC's come at the You get dap slapped, the MC map Your ass that's your ass, on a shot Come on through I black and your whole crew Then I get Rudy with the Hong Foo Ol Dirty Bastard, MC Money maker, Brooklyn, That I lay down like I get higher!!
[60 Assassin - Sunz of Man]
Here comes the illlll, ruffer Style be untouched I'm leavin broken down on the pen Who who what? What brings it? Tighter than your this name is for the deepest trainers Keep it stainless, steel, on it is the windmill Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Mill 60 Second, nucleus, on your set Hit you with the (yo close the door) Shabazz!! [gun