作词 : Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
作曲 : Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
Now number two, practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit
He had the speed of a snake
Niggas is like serpents out there (Snake style, no one could compete)
Serpents will bite
Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
They slither in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
Slither in the streets of Manhattan
In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
Streets of Staten Island
Wherever you see 'em, thеy slither
Whoever
Yo, fеarsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back to the heathens that he roll with
They shot him up and down, nobody knows shit
My peers, little ears
He came up to me with a eye full of tears
Last night we was shootin' dice and gettin' nice
Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise
We were in the hallway all day
Me, Steve and Little Ray
Probably at first they tried to rob me
Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
Then came Scotty, fragile body
My first impression, he returned from a party
He would just stagger, smellin' like Bacardi
The Dragon, braggin' how he was f**kin' mad hotties
Pressed on the elevator button, and all of a sudden
He licked off about a dozen
Slugs from the cannon that ripped through my cousin
No one was standing when the nigga started bustin'
Blood started to flood the floors by the elevator door
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we planned to make grands and buy a home
(It's number two)
Jagged edge, rock headed god hard as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manner
And on the block he was called by the mamas
And the grandmas, "indecent", "heathen", "juvenile delinquent"
His weekends was frequently locked inside the precinct
His most recent case for catchin' papes
Was snatchin' up snakes on a roof butt-naked, hang 'em off like drapes
Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face
Razor blade sharp who invades the dark
And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS, iron heart like Tony Starks
A fierce lion who never leave the crib without the iron
And on the block he be slingin' rocks and duckin' from the sirens
Greetin' niggas he loved with a pound and a bear hug
Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub
A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten
He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin
And when he came through niggas be lookin' out
Hopin' he gets shot or tooken out
Or locked the f**k up in Brooklyn House
In PC on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot
Yo, do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga (Number two, the snake)
Bad rudeboy from the land of Jamaica
With visions to venture to the U.S
To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve
In his country, even though he sold mad weed
For the next man, who was the Don of the clan
Niggas acting like they got the block locked
Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
But I be the rudest, bad boy stepping gun toting
Shots lash out like a violent explosion
At the nigga, who tries to stop my production
Intervene the scene and slow up the cream
None of that black, East New York, gun talk
Niggas I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk
Memories of injuries, wounds and burns
Walking through the streets of Medina I stand firm
'Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down
Without a doubt, niggas who front get snuffed out
Justice must be born, there's no escape
'Cause a snake can't be reformed so why wait?
Coming in the name to proclaim your fame for protection
And you don't know no f**kin' lessons? (Number two, the snake)
Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than the deep blue sea
Badder than you and me
Niggas coming through the trees like a salamander
Biting like a piranha
But I'm biting you back like a black panther
The style, I'm ampin' the
F**k my name, who I be?
F**k the game, it's all about the money
Sometimes I get high with the Meth
Then I turn to the Killah Priest
When it comes twelve o'clock
I turned into the demon beast
Yo, yo f**k that shit
Yo, show these motherf**kers what time it is (Number two, the snake)
(Number two, the snake)
Who's the badass?
Who's the badass?
(Now number two)
(He practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit)
Lyrics, never waiting, twelve days penetrated
When I come with the roughness, mad niggas try to rush this
Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless
When I try to stay sick, it's Yakub grafted six
Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill
When I drop the greatest skills, brothers say, "Buddha, chill"
I don't need to rhyme no more, niggas know, yo
To all the Wu-Tang Clan members
The Ghostface Killah, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
The Method Man, the Chef, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, U-God, yo
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
[00:00.726] 作曲 : Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
[00:01.453][Intro]
[00:02.713]Now number two, practiced the snake style
[00:05.572]He was known as the snake spirit
[00:09.311]He had the speed of a snake
[00:16.815]Niggas is like serpents out there (Snake style, no one could compete)
[00:19.901]Serpents will bite
[00:22.922]Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
[00:27.157]They slither in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
[00:31.159]Slither in the streets of Manhattan
[00:33.913]In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
[00:37.739]Streets of Staten Island
[00:40.310]Wherever you see 'em, thеy slither
[00:43.677]Whoever
[00:46.780]Yo, fеarsome shit, check it out
[00:52.033]Yo, yo
[00:52.531][Verse 1: Killah Priest]
[00:53.029]It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
[00:56.031]Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
[00:58.530]I flash back to the heathens that he roll with
[01:01.290]They shot him up and down, nobody knows shit
[01:04.033]My peers, little ears
[01:06.278]He came up to me with a eye full of tears
[01:08.774]Last night we was shootin' dice and gettin' nice
[01:11.536]Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise
[01:14.281]We were in the hallway all day
[01:17.024]Me, Steve and Little Ray
[01:19.102]Probably at first they tried to rob me
[01:21.302]Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
[01:23.809]Then came Scotty, fragile body
[01:26.255]My first impression, he returned from a party
[01:29.036]He would just stagger, smellin' like Bacardi
[01:31.773]The Dragon, braggin' how he was f**kin' mad hotties
[01:34.763]Pressed on the elevator button, and all of a sudden
[01:38.060]He licked off about a dozen
[01:40.035]Slugs from the cannon that ripped through my cousin
[01:42.540]No one was standing when the nigga started bustin'
[01:45.261]Blood started to flood the floors by the elevator door
[01:48.523]That's the last thing that I saw
[01:50.786]Damn, we planned to make grands and buy a home
[01:54.549](It's number two)
[01:55.328][Verse 2: RZA]
[01:55.822]Jagged edge, rock headed god hard as Stonehenge
[01:58.557]Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
[02:01.310]Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manner
[02:03.556]And on the block he was called by the mamas
[02:05.327]And the grandmas, "indecent", "heathen", "juvenile delinquent"
[02:08.546]His weekends was frequently locked inside the precinct
[02:11.284]His most recent case for catchin' papes
[02:13.302]Was snatchin' up snakes on a roof butt-naked, hang 'em off like drapes
[02:16.053]Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
[02:19.056]And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face
[02:21.546]Razor blade sharp who invades the dark
[02:23.800]And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS, iron heart like Tony Starks
[02:27.064]A fierce lion who never leave the crib without the iron
[02:29.578]And on the block he be slingin' rocks and duckin' from the sirens
[02:32.067]Greetin' niggas he loved with a pound and a bear hug
[02:34.829]Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub
[02:37.302]A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten
[02:39.801]He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin
[02:42.301]And when he came through niggas be lookin' out
[02:44.800]Hopin' he gets shot or tooken out
[02:46.038]Or locked the f**k up in Brooklyn House
[02:47.827]In PC on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot
[02:50.805]
[02:52.858][Verse 3: Masta Killa]
[02:53.394]Yo, do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga (Number two, the snake)
[02:55.905]Bad rudeboy from the land of Jamaica
[02:58.153]With visions to venture to the U.S
[03:00.366]To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve
[03:03.162]In his country, even though he sold mad weed
[03:05.879]For the next man, who was the Don of the clan
[03:08.379]Niggas acting like they got the block locked
[03:10.393]Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
[03:13.374]But I be the rudest, bad boy stepping gun toting
[03:16.379]Shots lash out like a violent explosion
[03:18.840]At the nigga, who tries to stop my production
[03:21.645]Intervene the scene and slow up the cream
[03:24.127]None of that black, East New York, gun talk
[03:26.622]Niggas I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk
[03:29.369]Memories of injuries, wounds and burns
[03:31.866]Walking through the streets of Medina I stand firm
[03:34.645]'Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down
[03:37.103]Without a doubt, niggas who front get snuffed out
[03:39.872]Justice must be born, there's no escape
[03:42.379]'Cause a snake can't be reformed so why wait?
[03:44.874]Coming in the name to proclaim your fame for protection
[03:47.601]And you don't know no f**kin' lessons? (Number two, the snake)
[03:50.149][Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
[03:50.357]Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
[03:52.882]Baddest man in the whole damn town
[03:55.360]Badder than the deep blue sea
[03:58.506]Badder than you and me
[04:01.927]Niggas coming through the trees like a salamander
[04:04.694]Biting like a piranha
[04:07.189]But I'm biting you back like a black panther
[04:10.478]The style, I'm ampin' the
[04:12.177]F**k my name, who I be?
[04:15.470]F**k the game, it's all about the money
[04:20.722]Sometimes I get high with the Meth
[04:22.974]Then I turn to the Killah Priest
[04:24.958]When it comes twelve o'clock
[04:26.736]I turned into the demon beast
[04:27.493]
[04:28.209][Interlude]
[04:28.751]Yo, yo f**k that shit
[04:30.700]Yo, show these motherf**kers what time it is (Number two, the snake)
[04:34.412](Number two, the snake)
[04:38.206]Who's the badass?
[04:43.697]Who's the badass?
[04:45.177](Now number two)
[04:46.458](He practiced the snake style
[04:47.444]He was known as the snake spirit)
[04:47.924]
[04:49.199][Verse 5: Buddha Monk]
[04:50.952]Lyrics, never waiting, twelve days penetrated
[04:53.202]When I come with the roughness, mad niggas try to rush this
[04:55.412]Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless
[04:57.944]When I try to stay sick, it's Yakub grafted six
[05:00.443]Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill
[05:03.211]When I drop the greatest skills, brothers say, "Buddha, chill"
[05:06.442]
[05:07.202][Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
[05:07.584]I don't need to rhyme no more, niggas know, yo
[05:10.265]To all the Wu-Tang Clan members
[05:12.761]The Ghostface Killah, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
[05:17.544]The Method Man, the Chef, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, U-God, yo
作词 : Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
作曲 : Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
Now number two, practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit
He had the speed of a snake
Niggas is like serpents out there (Snake style, no one could compete)
Serpents will bite
Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
They slither in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
Slither in the streets of Manhattan
In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
Streets of Staten Island
Wherever you see 'em, thеy slither
Whoever
Yo, fеarsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back to the heathens that he roll with
They shot him up and down, nobody knows shit
My peers, little ears
He came up to me with a eye full of tears
Last night we was shootin' dice and gettin' nice
Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise
We were in the hallway all day
Me, Steve and Little Ray
Probably at first they tried to rob me
Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
Then came Scotty, fragile body
My first impression, he returned from a party
He would just stagger, smellin' like Bacardi
The Dragon, braggin' how he was f**kin' mad hotties
Pressed on the elevator button, and all of a sudden
He licked off about a dozen
Slugs from the cannon that ripped through my cousin
No one was standing when the nigga started bustin'
Blood started to flood the floors by the elevator door
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we planned to make grands and buy a home
(It's number two)
Jagged edge, rock headed god hard as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manner
And on the block he was called by the mamas
And the grandmas, "indecent", "heathen", "juvenile delinquent"
His weekends was frequently locked inside the precinct
His most recent case for catchin' papes
Was snatchin' up snakes on a roof butt-naked, hang 'em off like drapes
Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face
Razor blade sharp who invades the dark
And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS, iron heart like Tony Starks
A fierce lion who never leave the crib without the iron
And on the block he be slingin' rocks and duckin' from the sirens
Greetin' niggas he loved with a pound and a bear hug
Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub
A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten
He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin
And when he came through niggas be lookin' out
Hopin' he gets shot or tooken out
Or locked the f**k up in Brooklyn House
In PC on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot
Yo, do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga (Number two, the snake)
Bad rudeboy from the land of Jamaica
With visions to venture to the U.S
To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve
In his country, even though he sold mad weed
For the next man, who was the Don of the clan
Niggas acting like they got the block locked
Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
But I be the rudest, bad boy stepping gun toting
Shots lash out like a violent explosion
At the nigga, who tries to stop my production
Intervene the scene and slow up the cream
None of that black, East New York, gun talk
Niggas I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk
Memories of injuries, wounds and burns
Walking through the streets of Medina I stand firm
'Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down
Without a doubt, niggas who front get snuffed out
Justice must be born, there's no escape
'Cause a snake can't be reformed so why wait?
Coming in the name to proclaim your fame for protection
And you don't know no f**kin' lessons? (Number two, the snake)
Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than the deep blue sea
Badder than you and me
Niggas coming through the trees like a salamander
Biting like a piranha
But I'm biting you back like a black panther
The style, I'm ampin' the
F**k my name, who I be?
F**k the game, it's all about the money
Sometimes I get high with the Meth
Then I turn to the Killah Priest
When it comes twelve o'clock
I turned into the demon beast
Yo, yo f**k that shit
Yo, show these motherf**kers what time it is (Number two, the snake)
(Number two, the snake)
Who's the badass?
Who's the badass?
(Now number two)
(He practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit)
Lyrics, never waiting, twelve days penetrated
When I come with the roughness, mad niggas try to rush this
Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless
When I try to stay sick, it's Yakub grafted six
Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill
When I drop the greatest skills, brothers say, "Buddha, chill"
I don't need to rhyme no more, niggas know, yo
To all the Wu-Tang Clan members
The Ghostface Killah, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
The Method Man, the Chef, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, U-God, yo
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
[00:00.726] 作曲 : Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
[00:01.453][Intro]
[00:02.713]Now number two, practiced the snake style
[00:05.572]He was known as the snake spirit
[00:09.311]He had the speed of a snake
[00:16.815]Niggas is like serpents out there (Snake style, no one could compete)
[00:19.901]Serpents will bite
[00:22.922]Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
[00:27.157]They slither in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
[00:31.159]Slither in the streets of Manhattan
[00:33.913]In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
[00:37.739]Streets of Staten Island
[00:40.310]Wherever you see 'em, thеy slither
[00:43.677]Whoever
[00:46.780]Yo, fеarsome shit, check it out
[00:52.033]Yo, yo
[00:52.531][Verse 1: Killah Priest]
[00:53.029]It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
[00:56.031]Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
[00:58.530]I flash back to the heathens that he roll with
[01:01.290]They shot him up and down, nobody knows shit
[01:04.033]My peers, little ears
[01:06.278]He came up to me with a eye full of tears
[01:08.774]Last night we was shootin' dice and gettin' nice
[01:11.536]Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise
[01:14.281]We were in the hallway all day
[01:17.024]Me, Steve and Little Ray
[01:19.102]Probably at first they tried to rob me
[01:21.302]Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
[01:23.809]Then came Scotty, fragile body
[01:26.255]My first impression, he returned from a party
[01:29.036]He would just stagger, smellin' like Bacardi
[01:31.773]The Dragon, braggin' how he was f**kin' mad hotties
[01:34.763]Pressed on the elevator button, and all of a sudden
[01:38.060]He licked off about a dozen
[01:40.035]Slugs from the cannon that ripped through my cousin
[01:42.540]No one was standing when the nigga started bustin'
[01:45.261]Blood started to flood the floors by the elevator door
[01:48.523]That's the last thing that I saw
[01:50.786]Damn, we planned to make grands and buy a home
[01:54.549](It's number two)
[01:55.328][Verse 2: RZA]
[01:55.822]Jagged edge, rock headed god hard as Stonehenge
[01:58.557]Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
[02:01.310]Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manner
[02:03.556]And on the block he was called by the mamas
[02:05.327]And the grandmas, "indecent", "heathen", "juvenile delinquent"
[02:08.546]His weekends was frequently locked inside the precinct
[02:11.284]His most recent case for catchin' papes
[02:13.302]Was snatchin' up snakes on a roof butt-naked, hang 'em off like drapes
[02:16.053]Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
[02:19.056]And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face
[02:21.546]Razor blade sharp who invades the dark
[02:23.800]And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS, iron heart like Tony Starks
[02:27.064]A fierce lion who never leave the crib without the iron
[02:29.578]And on the block he be slingin' rocks and duckin' from the sirens
[02:32.067]Greetin' niggas he loved with a pound and a bear hug
[02:34.829]Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub
[02:37.302]A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten
[02:39.801]He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin
[02:42.301]And when he came through niggas be lookin' out
[02:44.800]Hopin' he gets shot or tooken out
[02:46.038]Or locked the f**k up in Brooklyn House
[02:47.827]In PC on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot
[02:50.805]
[02:52.858][Verse 3: Masta Killa]
[02:53.394]Yo, do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga (Number two, the snake)
[02:55.905]Bad rudeboy from the land of Jamaica
[02:58.153]With visions to venture to the U.S
[03:00.366]To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve
[03:03.162]In his country, even though he sold mad weed
[03:05.879]For the next man, who was the Don of the clan
[03:08.379]Niggas acting like they got the block locked
[03:10.393]Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
[03:13.374]But I be the rudest, bad boy stepping gun toting
[03:16.379]Shots lash out like a violent explosion
[03:18.840]At the nigga, who tries to stop my production
[03:21.645]Intervene the scene and slow up the cream
[03:24.127]None of that black, East New York, gun talk
[03:26.622]Niggas I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk
[03:29.369]Memories of injuries, wounds and burns
[03:31.866]Walking through the streets of Medina I stand firm
[03:34.645]'Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down
[03:37.103]Without a doubt, niggas who front get snuffed out
[03:39.872]Justice must be born, there's no escape
[03:42.379]'Cause a snake can't be reformed so why wait?
[03:44.874]Coming in the name to proclaim your fame for protection
[03:47.601]And you don't know no f**kin' lessons? (Number two, the snake)
[03:50.149][Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
[03:50.357]Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
[03:52.882]Baddest man in the whole damn town
[03:55.360]Badder than the deep blue sea
[03:58.506]Badder than you and me
[04:01.927]Niggas coming through the trees like a salamander
[04:04.694]Biting like a piranha
[04:07.189]But I'm biting you back like a black panther
[04:10.478]The style, I'm ampin' the
[04:12.177]F**k my name, who I be?
[04:15.470]F**k the game, it's all about the money
[04:20.722]Sometimes I get high with the Meth
[04:22.974]Then I turn to the Killah Priest
[04:24.958]When it comes twelve o'clock
[04:26.736]I turned into the demon beast
[04:27.493]
[04:28.209][Interlude]
[04:28.751]Yo, yo f**k that shit
[04:30.700]Yo, show these motherf**kers what time it is (Number two, the snake)
[04:34.412](Number two, the snake)
[04:38.206]Who's the badass?
[04:43.697]Who's the badass?
[04:45.177](Now number two)
[04:46.458](He practiced the snake style
[04:47.444]He was known as the snake spirit)
[04:47.924]
[04:49.199][Verse 5: Buddha Monk]
[04:50.952]Lyrics, never waiting, twelve days penetrated
[04:53.202]When I come with the roughness, mad niggas try to rush this
[04:55.412]Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless
[04:57.944]When I try to stay sick, it's Yakub grafted six
[05:00.443]Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill
[05:03.211]When I drop the greatest skills, brothers say, "Buddha, chill"
[05:06.442]
[05:07.202][Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
[05:07.584]I don't need to rhyme no more, niggas know, yo
[05:10.265]To all the Wu-Tang Clan members
[05:12.761]The Ghostface Killah, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
[05:17.544]The Method Man, the Chef, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, U-God, yo