Ol' Dirty Bastard [Wu Tang Clan]

Yeah!
I wanna let allllll y'all niggaz know in here tonight
That this is that Wu-Tang shit
This that shit that's gonna get you high... [echoes]
See when you stimulate your own mind, for one common cause
You see, who's the real motherfuckers
See what you see, is you what you see
(Can I say it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!)
Be the original G
Rhymin on timin and in the place to be
(Run blood claat tings!)
They love see meeeeeeee!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed
I want ACTION, that's what I need
I never put doubt in my mind
Cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme
See murder which is caused
When you fuck with the negative and positive charge
Then they came up, out my garage
With the hit that's gonna be LARGE
Tired of sittin on my fuckin ass
Niggaz I know, be runnin around with mad fuckin cash
Who the FUCK wanna be an emcee
If you can't get paid, to be a fuckin emcee?
I came out my momma pussy I'm on welfare
Twenty-six years old still on welfare!
So I gotta get paid fully
Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully
With my Boston bloodthirsty process
P-E-A-C-E

[Chorus: Method Man]

Move em in move em in
Move em out move em out
Stick it up [whip sound] raw hide!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yea, gotta come back to attack
Killin niggaz who said they got stacks, cause I don't give a fuck
[inhales] I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood
Or bustin your fuckin face, some blood!!
I'm goin out my FUCKIN mind!!
Everytime I get around devils [breathing hard]-aca

I'm the one-man army Ason,
I've never been tooken out,
I keep M.C.'s lookin' out,
I drop science like girls be droppin' babies,
Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy,
Energy building,
Takin' all types of medicine,
Your ass thought you were better than,
Ason, I keep planets in orbit,
While I be comin' with deeper and more shit,
Enough to make and bake
and shake your ass and clock and take,
Rhymes good as a tasty cake,
mix, this style, I'm masterin',
Niggas catchin' headaches,
what, what?You need Aspirin,
This type of pain,
you couldn't even kill with Midol,
Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol,
In your face like a can of mace, baby,
Is it burnin? Well, fuck, now you're learnin',
How, I don't even like your motherfuckin' profile,
Give me my fuckin' shit, (Ch-ch...plow!)
Not seen and heard, no one knows, you forget,
Niggas be quiet as kept,
Now you know nuthin',
before you knew a whole fuckin' lot,
Your ass don't wanna get shot,
Alot of M.C.'s came through my showdown,
To watch me put your fuckin'
ass lo-o-ow down,
As you can go, below zero,
without a doubt I've never been tooken out,
By a nigga, who couldn't figure,
yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure,
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure,
how to pull a fuckin' gun triger,
Get the fuck outta here!
Nigga wanna get too close, to the upmost,
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host,
"Introducin', yo fuck that nigga's name,"
My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain,
And when it rains it pours,
cause my rhymes hardcore,
That's why I give you more of the raw,
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot,
M.C.'s I be bur-r-rnin', bur-r-rnin' hot,
Woah ho ho! Hit me like slow-mo with the flow,
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know,
I'm homicidal when you enter the target,
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit,
So I take yo ass out quick,
the mics I had my nigga,
You can suck my dick,
If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' wreck,
(Ch-ch plow! plow! plow!) blown to death,
You got shot cause you knock knock knock,
"Who's there?"
Another motherfuckin' hardrock,
Slackin' on your back
cause raw's what you lack,
You wanna react? Bring it on back...
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
What?My nigga...
Shame on You...
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
What?My nigga...

Ah-yo what's up nigga?
Roll up that shit.
Yo where you comin' from nigga?
The fuck you talkin' 'bout?

I'm comin' from Franklin.
Nigga Brooklyn Zu.
Yo I got a badge.
You got a badge?

Nigga just give me $5.
Alright. You know I'm sayin' do'?
Word up.
Now which one of you niggaz really got dough?

None o' us.
Yo yo, yo.

[Chorus: x3]
We some GQ, get fresh, lamp a lot niggaz
Lettin' all the world know, we be gettin' high

What's up, nigga? Look how you strong, workin' 'em off
Got that hoe-ass bitch tellin' you you ain't worth it no more
She fuckin' while you on tour, the nigga next dor
Y'all even played basketball, should've punched ya in ya jaw

Now nigga need to stay on tour, 10 g's is worth more
She's a chickenhead whore, tryin' to score
I knew a bitch like that before, named Mo'
What a mink in the snow, a rink on the toe

12 O'Clock know, a bitch never want a bitch
Bitch!

Yo 12, this bitch Sky livin' in Bed-stuy
Used to be a hon' until she started gettin' high
The high school prom queen, now she prom fiend
Her man was 85, so he sold her a dream

Told her he was rich, so she sucked his dick
Swallowed all his cum and she didn't even spit
Suckin' him off in the whip, he loved that bitch
He loved that bitch.. he loved that bitch

[Chorus: x3]

I know this nigga on the Hill who got mad mils
Some masses, got credit cards, I mean this nigga got big bills
Well, anyway, I'ma sick him
'Cause his girl Dawn put me on to the whole ?

She say he don't be home to caress her
So I undressed her and made her feel better
He got the safe in the basement under the cemented floor
So what more, could you ask for?

Producer. Representer. RZA. 12 O'Clock.
Rayson. Zu Keeper. Shorty Shit Stain.
Yo... yeah. One time.

See let a nigga come through with that bullshitAnytime you pop that shit niggaI'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussyI know, it'll come to what? Say what?Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know(See them knows that this is something you can't fuck, always)Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from ManhattanYou from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker?Where you reside motherfucker?How you live? How you see?Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackoutThree-fifty-seven to your mouthDunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'ma inflicting thisIt's that G type slang that makes this real sickeningIgnite my styles I got my hand upon the triggerStarts from the smallest and hits the bigger niggaYo, straight actin' live about them hell firesA known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terrorThe hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate waterHomicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the missionTravel like the speed of wind, through the valley of sinI step to ville and murdered many manServing justice in my vicinityThis is, Brooklyn, ZuI get down I get down I crack your fuckin crownLay around and watch some real niggaz break groundI can't shop 'cause every bro blowin' up the spotHit rocks and niggaz knowYo, niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a scorpionNervous, that's why the zoo brought me inNow bring 'em forth, like the tortures at the courtsBefore the case begin, first break me in his brainAnd make sure he can't maintain the calmnessYa harmless, watch how I bomb thisStage like mail, pre hands that be the moveNow your Posse is your fuckin' PlatoonStale cells, just flows through the airI'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairsThen I get furious, imperious, the lyricistWith the cleverest rhyme erupt to deduct your fuckin' mindFuck, shit up on the hurry upKnown for burying ducks through more styles than a muckWarning you chump, brain is out for lunchGiven the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald TrumpNever fall victim to no bitchJerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimpAnd score more points than Shawn KempKeepin' powerfully strong like the center on the KnicksHut one, hut two, hut three, hutOl' Dirty Bastard live and uncutShame on a nigga who tried to run game on aGot more props than the PresidentMy hardcore represent, blowin' niggaz back who never had this'Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrappedThe shit I'm kickin', send it to your moms for ChristmasAnd tell her, Shorty Shit Stain sent itSoon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant'cause niggaz rap styles just down is aspiredYou shoulda stayed home instead of picking up a microphoneBut if you wanna run on up, like you toughI call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcoreStuff, I shine like twenty-four caratRoll and stroll with the party sceneNigga wanna know me as Mr. CleanWza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script andTest my skill niggaz, you're trippin'Drugged up from sniffin', you're the one who's riffin'I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy GriffithStart to flip, slip, 'cause you're slippin'While you sleep I be the God on pointWith Scottie Pip pen as I, jump on stage, flip rip a showStrip and rip a hoe, way like BoJackson while I'm still taxin', maxin'Relaxin', sittin' back sellin' good tracksAnd again and again when I rock the jamWanna see 'em up in the air? Throw up your handIntroducin', one-man band in townIt's wild, with the style couldn't stand niggaWhen the jump, stepped, to the centerOf the rhyme inventor, MC's come at theYou get dap slapped, across the MC mapYour ass that's your ass, on a whore shotCome on through I black and blue your whole crewThen I get Rudy with the Hong Kong FooOl' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, money maker, Brooklyn, challengerThat I lay down like towel, then I get higherHere comes the ill, type rufferStyle be untouched I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the penWho who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anusChambers this name is for the deepest trainersKeep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmillDeadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill60 Second, nucleus, attack on your setHit you with the blast(Yo, close the door)

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Written By JONES, RUSSELL / DIGGS, ROBERT F.
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You can't imitate me on this fuckin tape
You ain't ringing the bell I'm ready when you are
(You ain't ringing the bell
You ain't busting the grape
You ain't imitating me on this fuckin tape) [x10]
I'm tellin you bitch ass niggas
If y'all don't fuckin
If

Oh, fuck, you can't even sing.

Hey, baby, I like it rawww...
Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!
Ooh, baby, I like it raww...
Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!
Sh...
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay,
Gimme the mic so I can take it away.
Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm!
Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm!
For you to even touch my skill,
You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now
My producer slam, my flow is like bam!
Chop that down, pass it all around!
Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground!
For any MC in any 52 states,
I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates!
My producer slam, sharp like bam!
Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah!

I like the way you come

Hey, baby, I like it rawww...
Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!
Ooh, baby, I like it raww...
Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Baby Sham)]
Yo, this Dirt McGirt representin' Brooklyn
We gettin' ready to wreck shit up, downtown, uptown
(Boroughs, ya'll niggaz better know it's something) Wu-Tang, bitch
(Get ya fuckin' head punched ya fuckin' shoulders, duke
This is how we do, everyday, blast through your motherfuckin' speaker, nigga)
Bastards!

[Chorus: Baby Sham]
Uh, we be so caked up, ya'll best wake up
It's just us and we livin' this up
We sip that cognac, then lean far back
It's just us, and we flippin' the truck
Don't be so gassed up, be foul, assed up
When them coroners, pickin' you up
First you was in a black tux, now you all axed up
You smashed what, like you givin' it up

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm good with them free throws, like I play ball
When the war is on, it's McGirt that you call
The last man standing, heavy with the cannon
Come through on a bike, with a bulletproof, prancin'
Leave you in your pearl, put you on the porch, dancin'
And leave your brains on the back of a white shirt
While they playin' some old school shit by Al and Bert
(To all my bitches that smell like perfume, Dirt McGirt be here for you baby)
I'm not gonna stop til I'm under the dirt

[Chorus]

[Baby Sham]
You can never be as half as me
Cuz one thing'll lead to another, cock sucker, melt ya knees
And make sure that your casket's deep
Cuz my trigger finger's itchin' like Athlete's feet
So stand wise, when you meet the chief
And watch your movements in the circle of the ultra-beast
I'm that nigga that'll culture speak
Whose gon' ride, whose gon' die, divorce your peeps
It get's worse on the down reaking
So please, dog, do you a favor, move from around me
Cuz I set my boundaries, you wanna know where I'm from
Ask Bust' where he found me, true B
Paper chasin', Franklin' raping
And for sure, I'm gonna make my statement
And believe that the shit is taken
Cuz the gun, playin' long, like vacations

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
We lay the law down, motherfucker
Big Moses in the motherfucker house
Any way that nigga go out, that's how the nigga go out
Grand capo

(featuring Rhymefest)

(Ol' Dirty Bastard)
Two steps from the border line
Anything closer will kiss the nine
Think I'm out the game? You out of your mind
Cuz I stay on track, like transit line
Keep it nappy or braided up
Dirty in the cockpit, blazin' up
Stop frontin' when you made it up
Tellin' all my hoes, you can't spray it up
Hah, huggin' nuts like tighty whites
Still trickin' on hoes like Heidi Fleiss
You know why niggas don't give you much respect
Cuz they seen you gettin' slapped with the empty gat
Know Dirt, like bow know death
When I'm huntin' down, birds of rap
Hate Dog, cuz I ate your cat
And you can eat my ass and have a coke with that
Use a spoon, unless you want a fork
Pull my dick out, watch the room get dark
Stay high with the zombie walk
Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks

(Chorus 2X: high pitched female (Ol' Dirty Bastard))
Dirty Dirty, you tell me how you do it
It look so easy, like there was nothin' to it
But they don't understand, about the Dirty M.C.
It's the.... (Ohhhhhhhhhh), new track by ODB

(Rhymefest)
They say dirt and sunshine make the flowers grow
I say, fuck a bitch raw and drive your nut on the floor
Call it what you want, you son of a hoe
I was 5 percent til' white bitches came and dropped it down to four
3, 2, 1, I can lick the sun with my tongue
Pull it out and smack a nigga, just for thinkin' I'm done
Shut your trap, razor blade cut your wrap
Fat girls seen my comin', started tuckin' their flab
Rhymefest and Dirt Dog, gon' spark this
The day he got to heaven, track mud on the carpets
Hot like the hot potato, you niggas ain't motto
You hot as the spot, yo
Go to the show, for hot dogs and nacho's
This me and Dirt Dog's style, it's not yours

(Chorus 2X}

(Ol' Dirty Bastard)
What can make a hoe, look more cuter
But, Hennessey shots, and smoke more Buddha

(Rhymefest)
I don't know Dirt, now she look like Zab Judah
Test my manhood, go get my dick ruler

(Ol' Dirty Bastard)
Now you hungry, wanna eat right through her
But you better first track for a noter
Like does she have a best friend, or I taught her
Has she ever tried fuckin' under water

(Rhymefest)
Down down with the fishes, deep sea dishes
I ain't a genie, bitch, I don't respect your wishes
This trick ain't fuckin' me though, god damn
Something very wrong, I don't understand

(Ol' Dirty Bastard)
Misinterpetate, let me break it down
Two pulls make the your merry go round
Touch your toes, show me that rose
Butt naked, in a Wu-Tang pose
Wide open, girl, everything goes
Real freaky, when you powder that nose

(Rhymefest)
Keep it and move, I sleep in the nude
I'm keepin' it rude, pull out my dick and pee in the food
On the way to the stars, don, where's the map?
We fuckin' there, and we gonna fuck back

(Chorus 2X)

(Outro: Rhymefest)
Yeah, Dirt Dog, Rhymefest, you want it, man
Rest in peace, I know you heaven right now
Trackin' mud on the carpet, so, we gon' let ya
Do what you do it's the ohhhhhhh
Don't forget the crew, it's the Wuuuuuu
I thought you knew, it's the Ol' Dirt Dog
Rhymefest, yeah yeah, from now to 3000, man
What's rap with Dirty? What's the world without Dirt?
Just a bunch of fuckin' water, ohhhhhhhhh
We out....

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Hold on tight and don't let go
Baby, I'm about to explode...

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
It's Dirty Run, when you see me coming high
Nine times out of ten, don't wonder how
It's Dirty Run, it's Dirty Run, no more vacancies
I'm a minute from feeling no sympathy
When you see me coming high
It's nine times out of ten, you will wonder how
It's Dirty Run, it's Dirty Run -- "Run" -- Run-DMC sample
I'm a minute from feeling no sympathy

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Bitches be actin' like they so damn fine
That's why I fuck 'em at the drop of a dime
Needle dick niggaz, go fuck a needle
Before I squash a John Lennon, like a Beetle
Dirt McGirt, Mr. McGirt to the hoes
Stinkin' rich, cover your mouth and your nose
Man of my codes, it's old man, dig it?
Sometimes rockin' went, and Dirty might kick it
Damn, your takers, that's the type to flight
To get any more suck, how niggaz dick through a flint
Big pimp, watch the fur bad
A hundred lick, hundred lick, hundred lick fabulous
Bring it like a bus full of travelers
Turn it up so the cops will get mad at us
Swear to God, we're the trouble, you imagine us
Cuz the news only exploit the bad in us
When, turn it down a little
Cuz the ground is startin' to crack a little

[Chorus]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Diamond, baby, in the time and place
When your legs get tired, you can sit on my face
And touch me, tease me, feel me, caress me
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode..
Take that bitch for bite, my name Dirt Dog not cake with ice, bitch
Fuck bitin', when there's so much pussy
If you ain't into ass, then pimp 'em for the cash
Come quick, turn the camera on
So whose that rippin' off your mama's thong?
Dirty, creep out your back door, nigga
With my shoes untied, zippin' up my zipper

[Chorus]

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (We about to hurt somethin' up in here)

[Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Them down south niggaz been loved Dirt
Take a shot to the head, if you been through the worse
Show respect to your niggaz, who been doin' it first
And be comin' with that shit, I'm just doin' the work

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
You don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit one verse
And leave in a New Benz burst
Take a trip down south and put some hoes to work, you hear me

[Chorus 2X]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Dirt McGirt, you niggaz gon' respect it
I'm drunk and crunk so don't come in my direction
I'm ready to thump, and get the whole crew arrested
Bail 'em out, and laugh about it in Texas, yo

[Chorus 2X]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
And get with Rome, down in Caki-Lac
And hit the spot, in the hood where the houses at
Where the shootin' and the fightings and the stabbings at
Where the Lincolns and the Chevys and the Cadi's at, shit

[Chorus to fade]

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I wanna stay high in the clouds
I wanna keep plenty of pussy around
I'm gonna keep puttin' in bullets in pocket
Just in case, it's goin' down
I'm a Brooklyn soldier, yes, I'm is
If you lookin' for a problem, here it is
I'm worser than the cross and bones, and that's danger
I don't give a fuck, what beef it is

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Now I'mma get serious, pussy don't talk, went the heat come out
Niggaz sleep on Dirty, til the street come out
I like fame, but lockdown changed the nigga
Now it's all about the gauge, on the stage for nigga
Cuz haters wanna shoot, everything that shine
So I'm prepared, to lock and load my rhymes
Eat, two at a time, while my mind is bent
And dare motherfucker, come with Brook' with that
I be rollin' on the Boulevard, nothin' better rush
I'm like Big Ben with my middle finger up
Sidewalk hash, make thugs relax
Got a team that could vile your habitat
More gritty than Diddy, cause my hair's uncombed
Streets I roam, are too hot to throw on poems
Feel like L.A. blocks, home, when the yay is yo
Gotta rob a motherfucker when the day is slow

[Chorus]

[Black Rob]
Uh, pussy doctor, four-four cocker
Platinum, baby, ya'll niggaz is goin' copper
I'm down in Bad Boy South with the nigga Chopper
Programmed to blow shit up, like Dennis Hopper
Hella pointed, hop out the helicopter
It's L.A.X. for the weed, it's hella proper
I rap, but still stick hoes for door knockers
And if she's persistent, block her, block her, block her
Infered, I call it the show shocker
It's M.S.G., with Jay-Z, the show stopper
And this is for them gangsta dudes, know you boppin'
That take dough, and don't take shorts for no coppers
My team are life stoppers, watch me split ya life up
Like Mekhi Phifer, in the movie "Clockers"
And just for doing the thing, they try to lock us
Wanna find me? I'm layin' the back with the pill poppers

[Chorus 2X]

[Intro: E-Snaps]
Aww, man, yeah, Lenox Ave. Boyz
Aww, man, come on, yea, yeah, yo

[E-Snaps]
You doin' what you doin', let's get it
Starvin' and you robbin', and you catch a nigga slippin', best get 'em
Hit 'em where the good Lord split him
Introduce myself, go booth yourself
In the far left lane, and I'm, hydro planed
And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't care how you feel
Checkin' out the truck, check the wheels
Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your grill
Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it right
Papi of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
Rollin' with my niggaz, we ain't lookin' for no fights
Now pop one in your head, that's all she said
It's time to get head in my Mercedes-Benz
Chipped up and I ain't even talkin' bout my jams
Clipped up, so any nigga frontin', gettin' banned
Give 'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in

[Chorus 4X: Meeno]
Move back, move back, you can't fuck with me, huh
I'm from the click called N.I.B

[Meeno]
Next up, I believe that's me
Meeno, get it right, no descrempancy
Always keep a weapon, see, run it ground
Worth of stones, nothin' less on me, why you stress on me
Niggaz mad cause I stretch my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe?
Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two
Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just how I do
Everybody sayin', boy too souped up
Nah, I'm just hot, plus Bentley Coup'd up
Who put, you too busy holdin' the stoupe up
Ya'll fault your broke, and not mine, stupe'a
I'm like Juve', I need it in my life
Got fifty birds flyin' in, later on tonight
Rock and I hustle, so I get paid twice
Life is a gamble boy, roll your dice

[Chorus 4X]

[Tony Wink]
Who you know spit flows, get dough like I
In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie
Hit the links I've seen, back in late '95
Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both sides
Of course we gon' ride, ride over the competition
The real has arrived, ya'll bitch niggaz is finished
All I gotta do is Nextel tag my lieutenant
Your whole click will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes
This to them fools thinkin' they gon' catch the God slippin'
I'm always on point and I'm always packin' my weapon
You see me in the club, believe me, I got the tech in
I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the records
Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' respect it
Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the necklace
I'm what you can't be, young, black, rich, and wreckless
It's the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, check it

[Chorus 2X]

[Interlude: Jae Millz]
Remix! Huh, yeah, it's 101, what?
You know what it is when you hear that, Harlem
Fix ya face or smacked in it, Harlem
Harlem, right here, Harlem
You gon' stupid if you don't bounce to this man
You gonna only look like a hater, huh-huh
Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, it's only right
They know what it is, man, remix

[Jae Millz]
Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place called NYC
H Dub to the death, and I don't give a fuck what party it is
I'm still in the club wearin' sweats (hah)
Milk ears with the money colored check
Ill two step, blowin' dubs with the best
Live life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz
Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the noise
Huh, your home boy game so raw
And I ain't even gotta say my name no more
Haters wanna give my name to the law
But punchin' and kickin', to kick us all, they can blame you for
Might catch me in the 'Lac with Snaps
Or lightin' sticky green 'dro, with Wink and Meeno
You from the hood and you ain't no coward, well me neither
And before you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move
back)

[Drag-On]
This your boy to the dash
Same nigga, no talkin', just result to the mass
I stab niggaz, throw the hawk in the trash
Peroxide my bullets, give the burners a bath
Three fifty Z, burnin' the Ave
I'm old school, I still got the fiends burnin' the glass
I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your face
I'm a little bit too hard for the radios to play
I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a verse
And my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in reverse
I let my tool go, ya'll niggaz just studio killas
Nigga, I'mma killa in the studio
I got guns that'll hollow a wall
Point it to your jaw, make you swallow it all
Ya'll niggaz want hardcore?
What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for?

[Cardan]
They ask, who's that, that's P-Cardi
And what he in, what he in, he in a Fer-rari
You know I'm strapped, you know I'm strapped, I got the heat on me
And what I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a long Bigari
Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to 'lean on me'
But if he is, like Biggie said, 'he gon' bleed'
Niggaz ain't hard, niggaz heart full of creatine
But go against that, green, I go against your, brain
And don't fuck with me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life
No 'dro, we gon' blow that alley all day, say what
Act stupid, we gon' it crackin' here tonight
Greasin', Meen' on the front, with Snappy on my right
If rap don't work, nigga, we go to the kitchen
Those ain't hoes, so then you know we ain't pimpin'
I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain't slippin'
Too close, hold somethin', or now I know Cardy didn't

[Terra Blacks]
And if he know, what keep me little
Think you know, I think it later
See me, and my guns come to, just like a waiter
You up north, singin' just like Anita Baker
Make up your mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your maker
The man that laugh last, will surely laugh harder
Me have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster
With them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the click called N.I.B.)

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club gettin' tired
Bitches scatter all around me, ready to excite it
All these kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' out my mitten
I'm comin' off top, my moves are unwritten
Now slitter to the snake, in the spring time wither
But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever
Women desirin', jobs is hiring
Money admiring, never keep tiring
Rhymin' ain't nothin', the easiest job ever
And I'm doing mine, holdin' it together
While money quadruple, from playin' the cripple
Drinkin' from a titty nipple, sippin' on ripple
Blunt keep on flippin', from keep gettin' dippin'
The mic I'm rippin', the record skippin'
The pussy drippin', the wet got me slippin'
The bitch I'm strippin', I'm platinum shippin'

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