NEW MUSIC SERVERコミュのR.I.P. ODB

ODB - Baby I Got Your Money
http://youtube.com/watch?v=DEY-S4sQFCA


"Got Your Money"
(feat. Kelis)

Ohhh baby
I dedicate this to all the pretty girls
All the pretty girls
Its on [echo]
All the pretty girls, in the world
And the ugly girls too
Cause to me your pretty anyways baby

[verse 1:]

You give me your number, I call you up
You act like ur pussy dont interrupt
I don't have no problem with you fucking me
But I have a little problem wit you not fucking me
Baby you know ima take care of you
Cause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain't true
Is it a good thing? no its bad bitch
For good or worse, makes you switch
So I walk on over with my crystal
Bitches, niggaz put away your pistols
Dirty wont be having it in this house
Cause bitch I'll cripple your style
Now that you heard my calm voice
You couldn't get another nigga, hoochie wont get moist
If you wana look good and not be bummy, girl you better give me that money
Aooow...

[hook: Kelis]

Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
Don't your worry, I said hey.
Baby I got your money
[X2]

[verse 2:]

Yo! so I glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me
I whispered in their ear, wana be with me?
You wana look pretty though, in my video
Ol' dirty on the hat and I let you all know
Just dance! if you caught up in the holy ghost trance
If you stop! ima put the killer ants in your pants
I'm the O-D-B as you can see
Every eye, don't you be watching me
I don't want no problems cause I put you down
In the ground where you can not be found
I'm just dirt dog trying to make sum bunny
So give me my streaks and give me my honey
Radio, yes all day, everyday
Recognize I'm a fool and ya luuuuuuuuuuv me!
None of you nmph better look at me funny
Nmph you know my name now give me my money!

[hook X2]
Dirty: sing it, sing it girls! (during hook)
Just shake it right now!
Somebody else: if dirty want his money
I think ya'll should give him his money
Dirty: that's how I like giiiiiiiirlllll

Sexy, sexy, sexy!
Sexy, sexy, sexy!

Sexy, sexy, sexy!
Sexy, sexy, sexy!

[verse 3:]

Yo, yo!
Nigga playing in the club like this all night
Bitches put your ass out let me hold it tight
You looking at my wrist saying "its so nice"
The price bitch is diamonds shining disco light
You better help me solve this problem
Or ima get this money and rob them
Lucky dig when I won the lotto
Ran up on my car for carrying (ryllos?)
You can call me dirty, and then lift up your skirt
And you want some of this dirty, god made dirt and dirt bust yo ass
Stop annoying me, yeah! I play my music loud
It takes the bastard ol' dirty, to move the crowd
They say he had his dick in his mouth
Eddie Murphy told me that back in the house
But give me my money!

[hook till fade with odb sayin shit]

wu tang - Triumph
http://youtube.com/watch?v=GHXtXqlJhZM

"Triumph"

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

[Inspectah Deck]
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

[Method Man]
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standin firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?
In the line of fire holdin back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

[Cappadonna]
I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin
Tell your story walkin
Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly notes reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion
catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

[U-God]
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow
For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king

[RZA]
Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare
Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of your cerebrum cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
now terminal, like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines, on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation

[GZA]
War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song

[Masta Killa]
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that's heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Givin sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention
Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
it's me, black nobled you Ali
Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so?
Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth
Ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

[Raekwon]
Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer
Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While, my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick
Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin
Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland

Ol' Dirty Bastard - Shimmy Shimmy Ya
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSvNxzTS6a0

Shimmy Shimmy Ya Lyrics



Intro:

[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...

Verse:

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!!!

Reverse Verse:

First Verse repeats

OL' DIRTY BASTARD Lyrics - Brooklyn Zoo Lyrics

ODB - Brooklyn Zoo
http://youtube.com/watch?v=dLtKXn56XFA

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now!
Ain't none of them niggaz can't fuck with me!
What? Nigga you could never fuck with me, my nigga!
(Ol' Dirty!) I'll fuck you up right now! What? What? What?
Bust your motherfuckin ass boy! I ain't no motherfuckin joke
You know who you talkin to?
(Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty Bastard y'knahmsayin? I'll fuck you up right now!
Yeah, what? What? (Get that nigga yo!
He ain't sayin nothin, fuck him!)

I'm the one-man army, Ason
I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out
I drop science like girls be droppin babies
Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy
Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit
Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass
Cause I create, rhymes good as a Tasty Cake, mix
This style, I'm mastered in
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 it, now you're learnin
How, I don't even like your motherfuckin profile
Give me my fuckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW!
Not seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggaz be quiet as kept
Now you know nothin; before you knew a whole fuckin lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot!
A lot of MC's came to 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 co

Busta Rhymes ft. ODB - Woo Hah!! Got You All In Check (REMIX)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZPxuJ4Z0Yd8

Woo-Hah!! Got You All in Check (the Rashad Remix) Lyrics


Intro/Outro 2X: Busta Rhymes (and ODB singin some crazy stuff)

Y'alllll y'alllll y'alllll, y'all
Y'alllll y'alllll y'alllll, y'all
Y'alllll y'alllll y'alllll, y'all
Y'alllll y'alllll y'alllll, y'all

Chorus: Busta Rhymes, Ol Dirty Bastard

The Flip Mode is the Squad that controls your set
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check

We on some outta state SHOOT like you watch Star Trek
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check

You better keep my music bangin till it disconnect
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check

Architects gettin money let me cash my check
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check

Verse One: Busta Rhymes, Ol Dirty Bastard

Busta Rhymes up in the place with the Oh-Dee-Bee
Busta Rhymes you rhyme (Dirty) Whaaaat? (You rhyme after me)
The Oh-Dee-Bee was nominated for a Grammy
Congratulations Bust with your solo Elllllll-Peeeh!!!
Puttin scratches in my lyrics like my name was Kid Capri
Blow up the spot, regardless of your nationality
And I'm the Dirty Dawg can't UH (nuhzza uhzza nizza UH!) with MEEEE???
Took Mariah on a Fantasy!! Yo
I had a wet dream that I was ------ Jody Wately
Doin wild shzz a NUH ain't allowed to see
But we about to blow up the spot momentarily
Woo-Hah!! Ran stupid all throughout the country
And for youse to kill me? That wasn't meants to be
I know it feel good muthafuh want the recipe!!
And whose the vigilante, in the place to be
The Oh-Dee-Bee
Busta Rhymes real quality!
My top philosophy, is to be the, volunatarily
Nuh, that rip your ass for free, ha-hah-hah, hah!

Intro/Outro 1/2

Ohh baby I like it rawww, get with me!
Baby it's frrrrrrreal ecstasy!
Yo ev-ery-time I design a flow, you see in 3D
Flow listening to me
Knock a nuh out, one two three!

Chorus

Interlude: Ol Dirty Bastard

Dibby dabby dibbi dah, then I pass a lot
Let me get more hot, represent the spot
A mad Squad when it comes to the art of rappin
I gotta KEEP your hands clappin
When you look at me, the type of guy I be
I'm a Dirty dancer, making girlies panties move
Let them fly so I can blast up the DUH
Girlies watch sayin "God, stop getting me hot!"

Verse Two: Busta Rhymes, Ol Dirty Bastard

May I talk shhh, yo kill the yappin
Word is bond baby, tell me how you look so smashin
Now I got your head hurt, you need an aspirin
Bashin your head in the wall, time for some action!
If you want a small piece well here's a fraction
of shhh that will bust your head quick, peep the transaction
of how we keep muthaFUH constantly crashin
They flyin with, think no shifts, now whose the champion?
I bring the wicked flow, like the latest fashion
Satisfaction baby keep your camera flashin

I was bust in the sperm cells mixed with Old Gold
Funkest mode, 'fore-you-should-list.., some go
Played for a wild Irish rose
Bad uh NUH slam BUH with no clothes
in the backseat of a 'back sixty-nine Oldsmoz
Are your soles and toes in the windows? Oh my, huh, zzzoom
Hey believe me when I say so
You're in need ofarealnigC-Ka-Ka-Ka-Crambole

Chorus

Intro/Outro

Ghetto Superstar
http://youtube.com/watch?v=1ubuO6oXK0s

P TOP - POL... - Pras, Mya & Odb Lyrics - Ghetto Supastar Lyrics


[ODB]
Man man, look up at the sky
All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at em!

[Mya]

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner, to another, uh-huh

[Pras]
Uh, yeah, yo, yo
Some got, hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means
The surpreme dream team, always up with the schemes
From hubcaps to sellin raps, name your theme
My rise to the top, floatin on this cream
Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million ReFugees with unlimited warranties
Black Ceasar, dating top skeezers
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin like a pentagon
Strike with the forces of King Solomon
Lettin bygones be bygones, and so on, and so on
I'ma teach this cat, how to live in the ghetto
Keepin it retro-spective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
P-P-Politic with ghetto senators on the deelow

[Mya]

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner, to another, uh-huh

[ODB]
One two, and you don't stop, yo
My eyes is sore, bein a senator
Behind closed doors hittin truth to the seafloor
The rich go North ignore, the tug of war
While the kids are poor, open new and better drug stores
So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more
I'ma reveal EVERYTHING, change the law
I find myself, walkin the streets
Tryin to find what's really goin on in the streets

[Pras]
Yea, yo, yo, yo
Now every dog got his day, needless to say
When the chief away that's when them cats want to play
I told you, mess around you fools like Cassius Clay
Stretch my heater make you do a ?pot of beret?
Kick your balls like Pele, pick em doin ballet
Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway
Get applause like a matador, cry yellin !Ole!
Who the hell wanna save me, from B.K., to Cali
Come on

[Mya]

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner, to another, uh-huh

[Pras]
Yeah... yo, yeah
Just when you thought it was safe in a common place
Showcase your finest is losin fast in the horse race
Two faced, gettin defaced, out like Scarface
Throw your roll money, let me put on my screwface

[ODB]
Well I'm paranoid at the things I said
Wonderin what's the penalty from day to day, I'm hangin out
partyin with girls that never die, you see I was
pickin on the small fries, my campaign tellin lies
Was just spreadin my love, didn't know my love
was the one holdin the gun and the glove
But it's all good as long as it's understood
It's all together now, in the hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood

[Mya]

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner, to another, uh-huh

[Pras]
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah
All Stars, yeah yeah yeah

[Mya]

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner, to another, uh-huh

[ODB]
Sing it baby, sing it babyeeeeeeeeee
To another, aheoehahahahhhhhhhhh
Yeahhhh, heeeee, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Thirsty," - Black Keith and ODB
http://youtube.com/watch?v=LoIUD_zGNqs

Old Dirty Bastard AKA Dirt McGirt and Black Keith - Thirsty
[Black Keith]
You don't even know me, you can't even see me
Friendly of the daylight, now I'm back, now I'm back again
Don't be scared baby, can't you see I'm thirsty?
Friends of the daylight, let me drink, let me drink, my friend
Don't be scared baby, don't be afraid
Friends of the daylight, and I'm back, and I'm back again

[Chorus: Black Keith]
Never going nowhere, you can't run from me
Day and night baby, can I drink, can I drink again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, can we drink, can we drink, my friend?
Don't be scared, don't be scared, baby
Can't you see I'm thirsty? And I'm back, and I'm back, again

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What, first things first, man, you can't fight the curse
You can't call the doctor, you can't call the nurse
You got that Louie Loco on the side of your purse
And those tight mint sixties, about to make me burst
I can't think, let me sink into your jugular
Come have a drink, with the thirsty love guzzler
From the darkside, baby, don't be afraid
You can't fight the thirst, nor escape the Blade
I'm been scopin' ya, hopin' you be open to
Take a sip, of the potion cuz it's overdue
It's not your ordinary, it's a special brew
In the heat of the night, I will rescue you

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Blade: Trinity sample]
Allow me a parting gift, to remember this
Sooner, no later, the thirst, always drink

[Outro: Black Keith]
Yeah, yeah, and I'm back, and I'm back again
Live, live.... back again

Fantasy ft. ODB

http://youtube.com/watch?v=0iDMG5IOGbM

Fantasy ft ODB Lyrics

[Mariah]
Yeah

[ODB]
Keepin' it real, son

[Mariah]
Oh

[Puff]
That's right

[ODB]
The shining star
You are my shining star, girl
Yo, New York in the house
Is Brooklyn in the house
Uptown in the house
Charlotte are ya in da house
Boogie Down are you in the house
Sacramento in the house
Atlanta, Georgia are you in the house
West Coast are you in the house
Japan are you in da house
Everybody are you in the house
Baby, baby c'mon, baby c'mon, baby c'mon

[verse 1: Mariah]
Oh, when you walk by every night
Talking sweet and looking fine
I get kinda hectic inside
Oh baby, I'm so into you
Darlin' if you only knew
All the things that flow through my mind
But its just a

(Sweet, sweet) I'm in heaven (Yeah)
(Oh) with my boyfriend
(Yeah) my laughing boyfriend
(So deep, so deep) there's no beginning and there is no end
(Deep sleep) feels like I'm dreaming
But I'm not sleeping (fantasy)
Puff Daddy remix
Sweet fantasy
(So sweet, in my fantasy) sweet fantasy
(Sweet, sweet fantasy)

[verse 2: Puff]
Images of rapture
Creep into me slowly
As you go into my head(I like that)
And my heart beats faster
When you take me over
Tell me, tell me, time and time again

(Sweet, sweet) I'm in heaven (Yeah)
(Oh) with my boyfriend
(Yeah) my laughing boyfriend
(So deep, so deep) there's no beginning and there is no end
(Deep sleep) feels like I'm dreaming
But I'm not sleeping (fantasy)
Puff Daddy remix
Sweet fantasy
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) sweet fantasy
(Hey yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh, oh it's just a sweet)

I'm in heaven
With my (oh) boyfriend
My laughing boyfriend
There's no beginning and there is no end (so deep baby)
(Just a sweet, sweet) feels like I'm dreaming
But I'm not sleeping (fantasy)

[ODB]
Ladies and gentlemen
Introducing the old dirty doggy
Here we go now raise the roof
Me and Mariah go back like babies with pacifiers
Oh dirt dog no liar
Keep your fantasy hot like fire
Jump jump
Lemme see you do the stomp
Girls let me see you shake your rump
Fellas get it from the back and pop and lets do it, do it, do it, do it
I'm a little bit country, I'm a little bit rock and roll
I done stoled yo soul
Big letters all big and bold
Old dirty bastard, that's what blows

I'm in heaven
With my boyfriend
My laughing boyfriend
(Sweeet fantasy) there's no beginning and there is no end
Feels like I'm dreaming
But I'm not sleeping

[Mariah]
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail

[Puff]
I'm gone do a remix
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail
I'm gone do mah remix
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail
I'm gonna have some fun
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail
I'm gonna have some fun

You are my fantasy

(OLB:Sweet baby) I'm in heaven (Yea, OLB:Sweet baby)
(OLB: My baby, Ohhh) With my boyfriend
(Yeaa) My laughing boyfriend (OLB: Sugar baby)
(Sweet, Olb:Fantasy baby, so sweet) There's no beginning and there is no end
(OLB:Well...girrrl)Feels like I'm dreaming
But I'm not sleeping (My fantasy)

I'm in (OLB: Sugar pie) heaven (Yea,OLB: Sugar pie)
With my boyfriend (OLB: Sugar piiie)
My laughing boyfriend (OLB: Yeaa)
(Sweet, so sweet) There's no beginning and there is no end
Feels like I'm dreaming
But I'm not sleeping (My fantasy)

Busta Rhymes ft ODB
http://youtube.com/watch?v=yqFIbpG2kaI

Wheres Your Money Feat ODB Lyrics


[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Yo.. all my bitches that make money
Throw ya motherfuckin' hands in the air (Suuuu!)
Cuz it's all about the money
(Yo, yo, all my, all my, all my homies
Let me hear you go suuuuuuuu!) Money rules the world
I take over all pussy with money
(All my girls making money, out there)
All cars get tooken over cuz of money, baby
(Let me hear y'all go suuuuuuu!)
All businesses, baby, it's all about the money
To all my niggaz that bustin' shots for money, right now
Bust shots (suuuuu!) bust shots for the money, now
"Where's your money?" (suuuuuuu!)
"Where's your money?" (about the money)
"Where's your money?" (it's all about the money)
Throw ya motherfuckin' hands in the air! "Where's your money?"

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
The Brooklyn borough king, you bitch to me is everything
Sent me to Jersey, trapped off the parascene, or Penelope Pitstop
You can't duplicate the picture, or record this hip hop!
My owl's are tryna crust up the ziplock
Dime pieces in high heels and flip flops
Real playas, with the Zenty's wristwatch
Outside of clubs, is backed up in gridlock
Three bouncers the size of sasquatch
Plus whips that will make your eyes pop
Hot burns that burn faster than matches
Dirt is only out to catch vicks
See boys on the back on some rap shit
Fake industry heads sweating in the guest list
I'm on the spot with a bottle of fresh Cryst'
Lay up on the table, arm around the best chick
It's all about the money

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Hey, I'm O.D.B., let me know "Where's your money?"
Next time you see me, let me know "Where's your money?"
Baby, I just got home, let me know "Where's your money?"
We got to feed these kids, baby, let me know "Where's your money?"

[Busta Rhymes]
Wu, in a fly tailor made shit, cooking a blunt
Got the Phantom, parked, crooked out in the front
Rowing, gun toting, Sonny Chiba niggaz we large
Caymen Island style, sucking on cohiba cigars
The way we stack cake, you know I know it's making you sick
Watch dough with diplomats from other countries and shit
Heh, now let me show you why we walk with a swagger
Money over flowing, spending like it don't even matter
Money do a lotta shit, money make me more bread
But money take a nigga life, put a price on they head
Think you nicer than the dreads, niggaz fight with the feds
Keep it cool, while I put all of the hype on the bed
Bitch, ever since my cake got a little bigger
Fuck a JP Morgan, Merryl Lynch and them niggaz
Fuck it, call it what you wanna call it, nigga, we sinners
Throw my money at ten thousand dollar tables for dinners, now

[Busta Rhymes]
It's a Busta Bust now, nigga, let me know "Where's your money?"
Everytime you see me, let me know "Where's your money?"
You can give me all your money, let me know "Where's your money?"
When it's the first of the month, nigga, let me know "Where's your money?"

[Busta Rhymes]
For the carat D class, next to my middle finger
When I see my own reflection, diamond frost the mirror
Diamonds as cold as ice, frost bite like winter
Floss fitters, three quarter four length chinchillas
You wish you knew the way, the kid'll quiet dough is a mystery
Niggaz bread'll stack longer than American History
Heh, now peep the way we runnin' through y'all, it's funny
Fuck around get you murked with my "Woo-Hah!" money
Lay you down in the dirt, let me school y'all dummies
Hit the town with the work, like crack heads, they love me
Shit, to call my cake disrespectful bitch, holla
A lot of acres with a pet alligator, named Dollar
Bust it, y'all niggaz know that I'm the most, so just stop it
I cop cribs, and stash cake and keepin' money in wallets
Niggaz money smaller than a bar of Whatchamacallits
Money hungry like Sudan, when my paper stay brolic


Hey, I'm O.D.B., let me know "Where's your money?"
(It's a Busta Bust now, nigga, let me know) "Where's your money?"
Next time you see me, let me know "Where's your money?"
('Fore I stick ya ass up, nigga, let me know) "Where's your money?"

AUDIO
http://hype.non-standard.net/track/188679

Wu Tang Clan-Shame On A Nigga(live!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ir_Mx9qVJU&mode=related&search=


Wu-tang Clan - Shame On A Nigga Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, yo, aight Pass the meth!(nizzuh
nzza punk nigguh, yeah!)
Yeah, aight kick the raw style,yeah
Fly that fuckin sack

[Chorus]
Shame on
a nigga
who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wildwith the trigger!
Shame on a nigga
who try to run gameon a nigga
Wu buck- I FUCK yo' ass up! What?

(HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!)

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut!
Stylesunbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, ya wanna getgun? Shoot!
BLAOW! How you like me now? Don't fuck thestyle
Ruthless wild!
Do ya wanna getcha teeth knockedthe FUCK out?
Wanna get on it like that, well thenshout!

[Method Man]
Yo RZA, yo razor!
Hitme with the major
The damage, my Clan understand it beflavor
Gunnin, hummin comin atcha
First I'm gonnagetcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha
You could never capturethe Method Man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture,got niggaz resigning, now master
my style? Never! I put thefucking buck in the wild kid, I'mterror
Razor sharp, Isever t he head from the shoulders, I'm better
than mycompeda, you mean competitor, whadeva!
Let's gettogether

[Shame on a nigga who try to run game on anigga
Wu buckwild with the tri-BLAOW!]

[Raekwon]
I react so thick, I'm phat, and YO!
Rae came blowing and blew off ya headphones black
Rapfrom yo Cali to Texas
Smoother than a Lexus, now's myturn to WRECK this
Brothers approach and half step, butain't heard
HALF of it yet, and I bet you're nota fuckin vet
So, when you see me on the real, formin likeVoltron
Remember I got deep like a Navy Seal!

[Chorus]
Shame on a nigga
who try to run game on anigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on anigga
who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck- I FUCKyo' ass up! What?

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Yo...!
I come with that ol' loco
Style from myvocal
Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals
I'm no joker! Play me as a joker
Be on you like ahouse on fire! Smoke ya!
Crews be actin like they gangs,anyway
Be like, "Warriors! Come out and playiyay!"
Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea
Gotburnt once, but that was only gonorrhea
Dirty, I keep shitstinks in my drawers
So I can get fzza-funky for yah
Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH!
Here comesthe Tiger verse Crane!
Ow, be like wild with my style
Punk! You playing me, chump, you get DUMPED
WU! Is cominTHROUGH! At a theatre near YOU!
And get funk like aSHOE!
What?!

Wu Tang Clan - Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEPF2CNYkfk

Da Mystery of Chessboxin'"

[Wu-Tang movie dialogue]
The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move
Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible

[Verse One: U-God]

Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
like the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
you might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

[Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns
so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin
you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk
A man vexed, is what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler
with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin

[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef]

Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs
Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga for a minute though
cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth
lampin in a Lexus eatin beef
Straight up and down don't even bother
I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers

[Chorus: Method Man]

My peoples are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
my peoples are you with me where you at?
Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats

[Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Here I go, deep type flow
Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm
cherry bombin shits... BOOM
Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappinin is what's happenin
Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and
At the party when I move my body
Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the bone
DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock that stuff
Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly
or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes
comin raw style, hardcore
Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store
Comin to buy gro-cery from me
Tryin to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow
Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!!
No one could get illa

[Chorus]

[Verse Five: Ghostface Killah]

Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life
On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit
You reneged tried again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat
and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin
Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son

(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!)

[Verse Six: Masta Killa]

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha
We have an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim
You scream, as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER

[Chorus]

http://www.nobodysmiling.com/hiphop/musicvideo/83311.php

"Protect Ya Neck"

"So whassup man?
Coolin man"
"Chillin chillin?"
"Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?"
"Why?"
"Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?"
"Yeah"
"You know what I wanna hear right?"
"Whatchu wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint"
"Wu-Tang again?"
"Ahh yeah, again and again!"

[*sounds of fighting*]

[RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off
de Inspector Deck
[Meth] watch ya step kid (8X)

[Inspector Deck]
I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin
While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal

[Raekwon]
The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!
So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and
Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got
Goin to war with the meltin pot hot

[Method]
It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth
Movin on your left, aah!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break full, cock me back
Small change, they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever
Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "sue"
Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo check out the flow
like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin
Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*

[U-God]
Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed
Oww, here comes my Shaolin style
Sloop-B and my b-boy's U
to my crew with the "suuue"

[*interlude*]
watch ya step kid [8X]
[Ol Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon [4X]
[RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter, the winter
Straight up and down that shit packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin
Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!

[Ghostface Killah]
For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stompin grounds
I give a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shootin star
Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar
Point blank as I kick the square biz
There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes

[RZA]
Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that
It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at
Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style
the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin
Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)
Comin around the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius
Take us the fuck outta here

[Genius]
The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table
That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should of pumped it when I rocked it
Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your A&R
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar
But he don't know the meaning of dope
When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight

[*sounds of fighting*]

[RZA] You best protect ya neck [4X]

Reunited (Remix)
http://www.dailymotion.com/tag/dirty/video/xnm7u_reunited-remix

Wu-Tang Clan- Reunited
http://youtube.com/watch?v=SxkpsOSHaac

Wu-tang Clan - Reunited Lyrics

[Intro: Roxanne]

It's Wu motherfuckers, ah
Wu-Tang motherfuckers [3X]
It's Wu, ah goin on


[Verse One: The Genius/GZA]

Reunited, double
LP, we're all excited
Struck a match to theunderground, industry ignited
from metaphorical parables tofertilize the Earth
Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarizethe turf
Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz raphappily
Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
I splash thepaint on the wall, it formed the mural
He took a look, sawthe manifestation of it, was plural
Rhymin while impaired,dart hit your garment
Pierced your internal, streamlinedcompartments
Just consider the unparallel advantage
Ofa natural disaster that's impossible to manage

[Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus]

Bitch assniggaz counterfeit the funk
I smoke the bead and the skunk,tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, getshrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by thechunk
my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
Icome like a thousand doves
Bitch you quiet at the bus,makin the fuss, I gots tough love
Unglove the news, watch anigga transfuse
Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at thebooze
I don't walk, I get carried
Gold andplatinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly
but come-ly,I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
The Indian that sold Manhattanto the white man
my grandfather, step up and get knockedright the fuck out
Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at themouth
You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash

[*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*]

[Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers [2X]
Yeah... and RZA

[Verse Three: RZA]

Yo, yo, The Riddler, funnybone tickler, freak Caligula
Bigger dick sex enigma pistolfertilize your stigma
Stinkbox, order from pink dot
MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
Talk strangelike B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Lifeis like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that neverunderstood it
I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosivedosage
attack when you least notice through explosivepostage
I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for theday
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head
Spread likeplague, we drink Hennessee by the jig
I got the golden eggplus the goose
Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberryfruit juice
Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in anoose
Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killerinstinct
sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko
Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us

[Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung]

Is itappetite for destruction
Slap a murder rap on thisproduction, I touch somethin trust nuttin
Iron Lung/TwistedMetal
I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from everyangle
Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
thatbe code named Agent Orange, killin you slow
It's onlyright you pay homage
to those that's bout to blow likethat shit up your nose, solid
as a rock when I striketarget, ver-bal
Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant,her-bals
got me where I wanna be right now, don't knowthe time
Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
Drunk off of cheap wine
Each line be on point when Ispeak mine
On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, Enter theWu
Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through

[Outro: Roxanne]

It's Wu motherfuckers,Wu-Tang motherfuckers [6X]

[*violins play on for awhile*]

It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tangmotherfuckers [5X]
Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng
Wu-Tannnnnnnng

[Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyyyeahh yeahhhahh aiii

[Roxanne] And RZA...

Wu-Tang Clan - dog shit
http://hype.non-standard.net/track/119273


"Dog Shit"

[*dogs barking*]

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
All y'all bitches put your naps together
And all you niggaz put your dicks together, bitch

[Ol Dirty starts singing]
Hoeeeee! Yah ha heh
De, hayyyy! Ah ha he hay
De, haaaaa! Errr hah hahhhr
Haaaaaaaah He hawww, heahh

She flew in like calm breeze
Tall brown skin her weave like palm trees
I went coconuts
Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut
Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch!
Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup
Don't invite me I tear the fuck down
White ones cut my toupee!
Seventh day rester, or scream play
I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass
Bullet him, get him fast
Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash
The dog piss on MC's like trees
Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese

[Ol Dirty sings again]
Hoeeeeee!
Yeah, hayyyy! Dedicated to all you bitch ass niggaz
De, haaaaa And you bitch ass niggarettes
Bitch! Hoeeeeee! Motherfuckers!

[RZA] Let that bitch go!

Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH
the Ol Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH
Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight
It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight
Hoeeeeee!

[Method] Stankin ass hoes!

You're the type of bitch don't appreciate sheeeit
Never had sheeeit, so you won't be sheeeeit
That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair
on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down
*SLURP, SLURP* I'm Doo Doo Brown! Hehahahaha
Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now
Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones
in the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out
Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass
But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass
That means hoe, you been shit-ted on!
I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn

[crazy drunken ass ODB singin again]

Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa
Hoe, ohhaowwohh!
Hoeeeee, de heyyyy
(This is dedicated to all y'all bitches)
De, haaaahhhh
Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa
Ahahaahaaah

Fuck y'all

Wu-Tang Heaterz
http://youtube.com/watch?v=0iAzC_lw4uk



Wu-tang Clan - Heaterz Lyrics
[Raekwon]Hang glide for my nigga TicalYo, word to God
we run this whole shit Son (no doubt)
Right that's myword, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (nodoubt)
That's my word, Persian legacy one time, onetime
Check the science of the black man
Stationaryniggaz, have fun on this right here
Yo Shorty cross yourarms
Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year

Bladethrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer
Rocky road rolldark greener
Cream fademas, name your God Ukarema
Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema
Me jury cleaner,Million Man March screamers
Rae Cartegna, cut your jointWolverine
The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seenher
How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina
Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina
NowI'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima
We moseyin,sweatsuit Adidas, best believe
I got the black heaterlittle joint, probably Moschino
Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Maxtried to follow me
Sadaam loungin, clean up collect, likethe laundry
It's time yo swerve like the Nike line
Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her
Statuaryyo floatin that snatch-uary
Aiyyo, blow a hole in yourlimo, weed pass the dutch


[Inspectah Deck]
Yothis is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion
Men of respect,blessed with wisdom of the ancients
My words are blatant,lacerate necks for statements
are launched like leadprojectiles, straight out the basement
I suplex your rap,left ruined like the Aztecs
Parasites, double edge diceyour larynx
My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside thedetox
Under key flock, it's like b-block andE-glocks
you're ill, your trail end thoughts arefrail
I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell thetale
Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes
Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space
Neverdid fear em, stick em with the truth serum
Who sent em,arrest em before my charge is ended
Designated hitter flowswith the transistor
Kinetic globes light will then shine,burns your retina
Urban journal, plus eternalbroadcaster
Before and after, I be self lord and master

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I be the Ironside, get touched,with the chloride
Take walk with the Nine Finger banditsworldwide
Shaolin hillside, full of homicides
FUCK youdissastified the double dyed black brown I advise

[U-God]
Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout
Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out
I'mdirect, golden best, golden chest is blessed
Scarcechapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh
It soundfarfetched, mountain men that be rich
You get buckshot,dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched
The JeffreyDahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest
Brute forcebullethole straight through your chorus
Shank you with thethink tank, harmony cake cut
A can of ass whoopin flurryshake, break you fucks
Struck, love crooks, why for lyinhooks
Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book
Thisdeathbent doctrine, paper for the youth
what remains, asaber-toothed tiger in the booth

[CappaDonna]
Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights
Fastlife, females are trife, stay tight
I detect that parasite,satellite
RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come todo shows
My slang sound write secretary type
Backflipon the mic, I'm the poor black man
workin hard for thegrand, I understand clear
Don't fear, peep my new gearit's different from yours
My style drop like jaws, yousee me on tours
Don't you wait to say peace, the kidfrom the street
put my technology on the track, just thenthe core attack
Wu article CappaFive, CD attack
but mytalk stage live killa beehive
Bermuda my life angle,rectangle gold fronts
Bring the gold dangle, never make methrow darts
Check out my arts, when I release my smarts
Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts