*featuring Killah Priest, RZA, Masta Killa, Buddah Monk
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Now number two, practiced the snake style
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He was known as the snake spirit
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He had the speed of a snake
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[Intro/Verse One: Killah Priest]
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Niggaz is like serpents out there
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(snake style, no one could compete)
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Serpents will bite
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Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
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They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
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Slither in the streets, of Manhattan
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In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
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Streets of Staten Island
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Wherever you see em they slither
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Whoever... yo
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Fearsome shit... check it out
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Yo, yo
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It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
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Said stay strong cuz his life is now over
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I flash back to the heathens that he roll with
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They shot him up and down nobody knows shit
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My peers, little ears
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Came up to me with a eye full of tears
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Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice
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Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise
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We were in the hallway all day
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Me, Steve, and Little Ray
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Probably at first they tried to rob me
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Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
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Then came Scotty, fragile body
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My first impression, he returned from a party
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He was just stagger, smellin like Bacardi
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The Dragon, braggin, how he was fuckin mad hotties
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Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden
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He licked off, about a dozen
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Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin
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Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin
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Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors
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That's the last thing that I saw
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Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
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(Number two)
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[Verse Two: The RZA]
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Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge
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Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge....hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor
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And on the block he was called by the momma's and the grandma's
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Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent
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His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct
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His most recent cape for catchin papes
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Was snatchin up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang em off like drapes
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Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
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And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face
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Razor blade sharp who invades the dark
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And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony Starks
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A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the iron
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And on the block he be slingin rocks and duckin from the sirens
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Greetin niggaz he loved with a pound, and a bear hug
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Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub
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A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten
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He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin
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And when he came through niggaz be lookin out
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Hopin he gets shot or tooken out, or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn House
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In PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot
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(Number two, the snake)
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[Verse Three: Masta Killa]
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Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga
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Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica
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With visions to venture, to the U.S.
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To receive the gold that he couldn't acheive
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In his country, even though he sold mad weed
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For the next man, who was the Don of the clan
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Niggaz actin like they got the block locked
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Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
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But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totin
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Shots lash out like a violent explosion
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At the nigga, who tries to stop my production
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Intervene the scene and slow up the CREAM
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None of that black, East New York, gun talk
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Niggaz I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk
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Memories of injuries wounds and burns
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Walkin through the streets of Medina I stand firm
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Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down
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Without a doubt, niggaz who front, get snuffed out
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Justice must be born there's no escape
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Cause a snake can't be reformed so I wait
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Comin in the name to proclaim your fame for protection
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And you don't know no fuckin lessons?
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(Number two, the snake)
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[Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard]
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Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
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Baddest man in the whole damn town
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Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa
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Badder than you and meeeeee
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Niggaz comin thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin
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Like a pira
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Snakes
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| Ol' Dirty Bastard |
