*featuring Brooklyn Zu, Sunz of Man
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[Ol Dirty Bastard]
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See let a nigga come through with that bullshit
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Anytime you pop that shit nigga
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I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy
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I know, it'll come to what? Say what?
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Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know
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See them knows that this is something you can't fuck
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Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
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Always
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You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker!
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Where you reside... motherfucker! How you live? How you seeeeeeee...
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Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
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Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaaow!!
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[Buddah Monk - Brooklyn Zu]
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Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this
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It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening
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Ignite my styles I got my hand pon the trigger
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Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga
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[Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man]
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Yo, straight actin live about them hellfires
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A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror
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The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate water
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Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the mission
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Travel like the speed of wind
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Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many man
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Serving justice in my vicinity
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[Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu]
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(This is, Brooklyn, Zu!!)
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Za-za-za, za-za-za
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Zuh-za-zah, z-zz-zz-z-z-zz-zz-z-dah-duh-dnn-duh
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[Murdoc - Brooklyn Zu]
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I get down I get down I crack your fuckin crown
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Lay around and watch some real niggaz break ground
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I can't shop cuz every bro blowin up the spot
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Hit rocks and niggaz know
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[Killah Priest - Sunz of Man]
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Yo! Niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion
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Nervous, that's why the Zoo brought me in
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Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts
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Before the case begin, first break me in
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His brain! And make sure he can't maintain the calmness
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Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this
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Stage like, mail, pre hands that be the move
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Now your Posse is your fuckin Platoon
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Stale cells, just flows through the air
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I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairs
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Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist
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With the cleverest rhyme
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Erupt to deduct your fuckin mind
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[12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu]
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Fuck shit up on the hurry-up
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Known for burying ducks through more styles than a muck
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Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch
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Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump
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Never fall victim to no bitch
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Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp
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And score more points than Shawn Kemp
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Keepin powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks
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Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!!
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Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut
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(Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a...)
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[Shorty Shit Stain - Brooklyn Zu]
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Got more props than the President
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My hardcore represent, blowin niggaz back who never had this
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Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
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The shit I'm kickin, send it to your MOMS for Christmas
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And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it
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Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant
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Cuz niggaz rap styles just down is aspired
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You shoulda stayed HOME instead of picking up a microphone
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But if you wanna run on up, like you TOUGH
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I call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore
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Stuff, I shine like twenty-four carat
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Roll and stroll with the party scene
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Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean
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Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and
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Test my skill niggaz, you're trippin
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Drugged up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin
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I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
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Start to flip, slip, cuz you're slippin
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While you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen
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As I, jump on stage, flip rip a show
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Strip and rip a hoe, wayyy like Bo
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Jackson while I'm still taxin maxin
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Relaxin sittin back sellin good tracks and
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Again and again when I rock the jam
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WANNA SEE EM UP IN THE AIR! Throw up your hand
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Introducin, one-man band in town
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It's wild, with the style couldn't stand nigga
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When the jump, stepped, to the center
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Of the rhyme inventor, MC's come at the
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You get dap slapped, across the MC
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Proteck Ya Neck II In The Zoo
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| Ol' Dirty Bastard |
