Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA
Diggler, a.k.a The Cab Driver
Yeah we wild like rock stars who smash guitars
Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the vest pose
I remember in the elevator we was playin' corners
One, two, one, two
Lemme give y'all the bullshit
See niggas in the place that bit my style
From the East to the Ville, from the West to the hills
Lick shots, leave your head like a Shaolin monk with six dots
It's no joke, iron coat, rifle with a scope
Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, play the big part
One toke, brains float, shot to the throat
Official Wu-Tang head-banger
Eat bones with alligators, roll deep with my entourage
Flood your space with big waves like you did in Sri Lanka
Turn it up, turn it up
They hit 'em fast, with an effortless performance
Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers
Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus
Mr Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome
Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery
Before the smoke hit, witness the killing
Hook for y'all niggas, check it out
See it's pure, let it rain pearly ounces
(Killer Beats)
My whole crew's fresh out the bars
We got a history, full of lightning victories
Handcuffed to the turntables like Wizard Theodore
The burners in the stash, we about the cash
You motherfuckin' right Pa, uh, huh
(WTC, Ghost-face)
Yo, you hear me?
Bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand
Staten's where the war is
Know I'm with these cracks dude
You see I love Lucy 'cuz she Lawless
Leave you cursed us 'cuz you worship the gat
Smash pretty boy niggas, crush they karma
With star-writers like I fucked Celine Dion
Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost
160, my song, we throwin' elbows
M-E-T-H-O-D the B-O-B-B
Wu shit, uh, huh
The headphones, turn it up
(Let's get this paper together)
Rap czars, magnificent flows for every day
I will still keep the heat in my pants, uh
From rat packs, the smallest crews were enormous
Incredible rhymes, encouraging skills
She's exactly like that 10304 is
Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero
We grindin', down to the bone my name grounded in stone
The rat pack is back from the Island of Stat'
Shining like a hundred thousand in stones
Two of my silver-backs fun through a pack of your wolves
Front on react and sippin' Cognac so relax dude
That's as far as it goes?
(That's right, c'mon nigga)
Word life to big screen Don, tapping dust-bones out
Brooklyn, zoo, zoo
Disaster, gotta blast ya, 'cuz I have ta
The first one to snap drunk off your Smirnoff
Brooklyn, zoo, zoo
Southern crime scene, body on the block
For real I can't call it
Yo, one, two
Wu-Tang got the answer
The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings
We all wore down y'all broke niggas stay frontin'
Eyes open from the shock of being popped in the neck
Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens
Yellow suede one matching hat with the gray gun
I'm Mr Violence we loungin' with Chrome
You know how we do
(All the way up)
Niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks
Sound about to go off on some real live
Where the court system's running out of warrants
We airin' niggas out that's the type shit that we on
Lines come digital stupid, plus ain't got no jury on
Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers
(The Man)
Stuck everything that's the God's honest beyond
Danger when you step into the chamber with the master
We got females that got it like that
'Cuz if I had a chance to do it again
Already know the island I'm from
W'sup Don' Don'
And y'all don't want no problems with them
Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murder land
Y'all be nice to the crack heads, everybody listen up
Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock
Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up
Yo, Dirt McGirt, solid tone smith with fifth shots
It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough
You don't want no drama, I'm flaming fast
MCs start fleeing in flocks
Long vision, from giants in every way
The golden child's that bone the crowd
Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us
Drop him off in the middle of fire
Yet he's still hella lit cigarette between his fingers
Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss
Snitch niggas swallow your tongue
The Genius, it's the Ol' D-d-dirty Bastard
(Yeah, whut up Toney?)
