(fest. Method Man, Raekwon)
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[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard + (some Jamaican woman)]
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Yeah!
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I wanna let allllll y'all niggaz know in here tonight
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That this is that Wu-Tang shit
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This that shit that's gonna get you high... [echoes]
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See when you stimulate your own mind, for one common cause
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You see, who's the real motherfuckers
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See what you see, is you what you see
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(Can I say it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!)
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Be the original G
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Rhymin on timin and in the place to be
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(Run blood claat tings!)
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They love see meeeeeeee!
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed
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I want ACTION, that's what I need
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I never put doubt in my mind
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Cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme
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See murder which is caused
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When you fuck with the negative and positive charge
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Then they came up, out my garage
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With the hit that's gonna be LARGE
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Tired of sittin on my fuckin ass
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Niggaz I know, be runnin around with mad fuckin cash
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Who the FUCK wanna be an emcee
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If you can't get paid, to be a fuckin emcee?
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I came out my momma pussy -- I'm on welfare
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Twenty-six years old -- still on welfare!
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So I gotta get paid fully
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Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully
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With my Boston bloodthirsty process
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P-E-A-C-E
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[Chorus: Method Man]
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Move em in move em in
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Move em out move em out
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Stick it up [whip sound] raw hide!
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Yea, gotta come back to attack
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Killin niggaz who said they got stacks, cause I don't give a fuck
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[inhales] I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood
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Or bustin your fuckin face, some blood!!
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I'm goin out my FUCKIN mind!!
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Everytime I get around devils [breathing hard]
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Let me calm down, you niggaz better start runnin
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Cause I'm comin, I'm dope like fuckin heroin
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Wu-Tang Bloodkin, a goblin, who come tough like lambskin
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Imagine, gettin shot up with Ol Dirty insulin [sucks air]
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You bound to catch AIDS or somethin
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Not sayin I got it, but nigga if I got it you got it!!
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WHAT?!? [echoes]
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[Raekwon the Chef]
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Yo, check the bulletproof fly shit, strong like thai stick
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Then I'll remain to tear your frame, while I freaks it
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Like some fly new sneaks and shit
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Now EAT my shit, bitch tried to creep and got hit
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Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date
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Wu-Tang, is bangin like a Ron G tape
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RZA pump the shit just like a shotty
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Watch me run it John Gotti
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Collidin on the track, like gin and watty
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Check the calender, I warn any challenger
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To step up [whoosh] feel the blast from the silencer
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[Chorus]
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[Method Man]
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Comin soon to a theatre near you it be the Wu
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Yeah find yourself in the square and see it's true
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Actual facts to snack on and chew
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My positive energy sounds peace to you
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A wise man killed one horse and made glue
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Wicked women puttin period blood in stew
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Don't that make the stew witches brew?
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I fear for the eighty-five that don't got a clue
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How could he know what the fuck he never knew?
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God-Cypher-Divine come to show and come to prove
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A mystery god that's the work of Yacub
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The Holy Ghost got you scared to death kid boo!!
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[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Yeah, we always gotta keep it fly
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Fly for you to feel, what you wants to feel
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See Wu-Tang like to thank, all the people across the country
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All the people in America, all the people outside of America
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For listenin to our music
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We gotta keep it fly for ya
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See this ain't somethin new
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That's just gonna come out of nowhere, no!!!
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This is somethin OLD, and DIRTY!!
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And DIRTY!!
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Yeah..
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Raw Hide
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| Ol' Dirty Bastard |
