[Intro: (RZA)]
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Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck
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M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius..
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It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts]
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[ODB] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up..yo you here me?
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[Cappadonna] Wutup Toney?
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[Ghostface] Wsup don' don'..
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[ODB] All the way up..
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[Ghost]You know how we do..
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[Cappa] Let's get this paper together..
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[Ghost]You motherfuckin' right Pa, uh huh.
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[Cappa] That's right, c'mon nigga..
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[ODB]That's as far as it goes?
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[Ghost] Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh
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[Cappa] W-T-C
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[RZA] Ghost-FACE!
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[Ghost] Lemme give y'all the bullshit hook for y'all niggas, check it out...
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[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
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The burners in the stash, we about the cash
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We got females that got it like that
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The golden childs that bone the crowd
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See niggas in the place that bit my style
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Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers
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Wu-Tang got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
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Cuz if I had a chance, to do it again
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I will still keep the heat in my pants, uh
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up
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I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough
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Word life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out
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With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion
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Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond
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We airin' niggas out that's the type shit that we on
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Official Wu-Tang headbanger
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Flood your space with big waves like you didn't set an anchor
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[Raekwon the Chef]
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Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, play the big part
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niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks
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Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the best pose
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Yellow swede one matching hat with the grey gun
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Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up
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We all throw down y'all broke niggas stay frontin'
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Lines come digital stupid, plus my team got
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'nuff jury on, bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
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Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves
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Front on react and sippin' Cog-i-nac so relax dude
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Know I'm with these cracks dude
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[ODB]
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Yo, 1, 2...Dirt McGirt!
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Solid tone smith with 5th shots, lick shots
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Leave your head like a Shaolin monk with 6 dots
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Brooklyn, Zoo, Zoo (Yo)
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Brooooklynnnnnnn....ZOO! (Yo!)
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[Cappadonna]
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It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor
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Smash pretty boy niggas, crush they karma
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Eat bones with alligators, roll deep, with my entourage
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My whole crew's fresh out the bars
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Diggler, AKA the Cab Driver
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Drop him off in the middle of fire
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Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murderland
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Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand
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[Method Man]
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I remember in the elevators when we was playin' corners
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Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us, (uh)
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Staten's where the war is
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where the court system's running out of warrants
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Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus
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For real I can't call it
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you see I love Lucy cuz she Lawless
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Exactly like that 1-0-3-0-4 is
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Snitch niggas swallow your tongue
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Already know the island I'm from
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And y'all don't want no problems with them
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[Genius / GZA]
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We got a history, full of lightning victories
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Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery
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Long vision, from giants in every way
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Rap czars, magnificent flows for every day
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From the East to the ville, from the West to the hills
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Incredible rhymes, encouraging skill
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From rat packs, the smallest crews were enormous
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They hit 'em fast, with an effortless performance
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MCs start fleeing in flocks
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Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock
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[Inspektah Deck]
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We grindin', down to the bone
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My name grounded in stone
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I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with Chrome
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Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome
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Shining like a hundred thousand in stones
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Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero
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1-6-zero my songs we throwin' elbows
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The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings
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Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens
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[Masta Killa]
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Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars
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Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost
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