(come on in)
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[Ol Dirty *singing*]
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Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn
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(come on in)
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Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH
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(come on, come on, come on in)
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Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggaz!
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(come on in, come on, come on, come on in)
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[Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus]
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As high as Wu-Tang get
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Allah allow us pop this shit
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Just like black shoe fit
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If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it!
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[Verse One: The Genius/GZA]
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Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long
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Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong
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No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually
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it was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant
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Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk
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On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk
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Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force
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RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source
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You can't flow, must be the speech impediment
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You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President
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Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green
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then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans
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This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical
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to analytical analogy, insurance policies why
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Said he know that sounds define the note
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Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes
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Too many dope niggaz I see starvin
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Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain
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Wu slay regardles to whom or what, five mics five nights
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Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights
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A fugitive bass playin rap czar
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smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two: Method Man/Iron Lung]
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Tical got a hold on ya, doin exactly
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what the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty
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Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin
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the ways these rhymes keep comin, at cha splash ya
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Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts
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prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up
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Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff
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An MC too good to be touched, John John
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bring the phenomenon, I cold crush
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MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold
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as we move on, saga unfold
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Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger
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Caught up in a cliffhanger
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Yo I-N-S another code red, danger, break out the vest
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Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here
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Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here
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Don't ever roam, in the naked city
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Eight Fingers stories none pretty
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Bomb em wit the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin be critical
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Peace to Tang, gettin high on your physical, dis next drink
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is a toast to your memory
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When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me
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[Chorus]
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As High As Wu-Tang Get
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Wu Tang Clan |