[Ol Bastard]
See let a come through with that bullshit Anytime you pop that nigga I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can a pussy I know, come to what? Say what? Now let all you motherfuckers know See them knows that this is something you can't Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you Manhattan You from Queens nigga, I give a fuck, where you be motherfucker! you reside... motherfucker! How you live? How you seeeeeeee...
Sort the stack outs, this the blackout Three-fifty-seven to mouth, blaaow!!
[Buddah - Brooklyn Zu]
Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm this It's that G type slang that makes this sickening Ignite my styles I got my hand pon the Starts from the and hits the bigger nigga
Sunn - Sunz of Man]
Yo, straight actin live them hellfires A known mental killer, or thriller, of terror The hot bloody mixture of carbonate water Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order the mission Travel like the speed of Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and many man Serving in my vicinity
[Zu Keeper - Zu]
(This is, Brooklyn, Zu!!) Za-za-za, Zuh-za-zah,
- Brooklyn Zu]
I get I get down I crack your fuckin crown Lay and watch some real niggaz break ground I can't shop every bro blowin up the spot Hit rocks and know
[Killah - Sunz of Man]
Yo! Niggaz grab the mic like the of a scorpion Nervous, that's why the Zoo me in Now bring em forth, like the at the courts Before the case begin, first me in His brain! And make sure he can't maintain the Ya harmless, watch how I bomb Stage like, mail, pre hands that be the Now Posse is your fuckin Platoon Stale cells, flows through the air I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down I get furious, imperious, the lyricist With the cleverest Erupt to deduct your mind
[12 - Brooklyn Zu]
shit up on the hurry-up Known for burying through more styles than a muck Warning you chump, is out for lunch Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Never fall to no bitch 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 Bastard live and uncut
(Shame on a nigga who to run game on a...)
[Shorty Shit - Brooklyn Zu]
Got props than the President My hardcore represent, niggaz back who never had this Cause I'm gifted, so you can get The shit I'm kickin, send it to your for Christmas And her Shorty Shit Stain sent it Soon to have more green than the Green Giant 'cause niggaz rap styles down is aspired You shoulda stayed HOME instead of up a microphone But if you run on up, like you TOUGH I call your bluff, and blow you with my hardcore Stuff, I shine twenty-four carat
[Ol' Bastard]
Roll and stroll with the scene wanna know me as Mr. Clean Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, the script and Test my niggaz, you're trippin Drugged up sniffin, you're the one who's riffin I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Griffith 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 and rip a hoe, wayyy like Bo Jackson I'm still taxin maxin Relaxin sittin sellin good tracks and Again and again when I 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 nigga the jump, stepped, to the center Of the rhyme inventor, come at the You get dap slapped, the MC map ass that's your ass, on a whore shot Come on through I black and blue whole crew I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Foo Ol Dirty Bastard, MC maker, Brooklyn, challenger That I lay down like I get higher!!
[60 Second Assassin - of Man]
Here comes the illlll, ruffer Style be untouched I'm broken down grammars on the pen Who who what? What brings it? Tighter than anus this name is for the deepest trainers Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's 60 Second, nucleus, on your set Hit you with the (yo close the door) Shabazz!! [gun