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Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard + (some Jamaican woman)
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 mike, there's the rhyme
see murder, which is caused
I never put doubt in my mind
cause I know when I touch the mike, 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*}
Let me calm down, you niggaz better start runnin
Cause I'm comin', I'm dope like fuckin' heroin
Wu-Tang blood kin, a goblin who come tough like lambskin
Imagine, gettin shot up with Ol’ Dirty insulin {*sucks air*}
You bound to catch AIDS or somethin’
Not sayin I got it, but, nigga, if I got it you got it!
WHAT?!? {*echoes*}
[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo, check the bulletproof fly shit, strong like Thai stick,
Then I'll remain to tear your frame, while I freaks it
Like some fly new sneaks and shit
Now EAT my shit--bitch tried to creep and got hit
Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date
Wu-Tang is bangin like a Ron G tape
RZA pump the shit just like a shotty
Watch me run it--John Gotti
Collidin' on the track like gin and watty
Check the calendar, I warn any challenger
To step up [*whoosh*] feel the blast from the silencer
Chorus
[Method Man]
Comin’ soon to a theater near you it be the Wu
Yeah, find yourself in the square and see it’s true
Actual facts to snack on and chew
My positive energy sends peace to you
A wise man killed one horse and made glue
Wicked women puttin’ period blood in stew
Don't that make the stew witches’ brew?
I fear for the eighty-five that don't got a clue
How could he know? what the fuck, he never knew!
God-Cipher-Divine come to show and come to prove
A mystery god that's the work of Yakoo
The Holy Ghost got you scared to death, kid--boo!
Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard
Yeah, we always gotta keep it fly. Fly for you to feel, what you wants to feel. See, Wu-Tang like to thank all the people across the country. All the people in America; all the people outside of America for listenin to our music. We gotta keep it fly for ya. See, this ain't somethin new that's just gonna come out of nowhere, no! This is somethin' OLD and DIRTY!
and DIRTY! Yeah.
