作词 : Dennis Coles/D. Dumile/D. Hills/Elgin Turner/C Smith/R. Jones/Corey Woods/R. Diggs/G. Grice/L Hawkins/Jason S. Hunter/D. Thompson
作曲 : Dennis Coles/D. Dumile/D. Hills/Elgin Turner/C Smith/R. Jones/Corey Woods/R. Diggs/G. Grice/L Hawkins/Jason S. Hunter/D. Thompson
Bob Digi U G O D Raekwon the Chef the Inspektah Deck
M E T H O D (Man) the B O B B straight up Masta Killa the Gza the Genius
It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard
Straight Up turn it up the headphones turn it up yo you here me
Wutup Toney
Wsup don' don'
All the way up
Let's get this paper together
You ****ing right Pa uh huh
That's right, c'mon b***h
That's as far as it goes
Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh
W-T-C
Ghost-FACE
Lemme give y'all the ****ing hook for y'all hoes, check it out
The burners in the stash we about the cash
We got females that got it like that
The golden childs that bone the crowd
See mother****ers in the place that bit my style
Well I'm a singer dancer we bulletproof brothers
Wu-Tang got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Cuz if I had a chance to do it again
I will still keep the heat in my pants uh
Y'all be nice to the crackheads everybody listen up
I shot one of my b*****s, the hoe ain't trick enough
Word life to big screen Don tapping dustbones out
With starwriters like I ****ed Celine Dion
Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond
We airin' hoes out, that's the type shit that we on
Official Wu-Tang headbanger
Flood your space with big waves like you didn't set an anchor
Yo I drink heavy gallons of Crew play the big part
Mother****ers got squid on the grill selling kids Clarks
Finesse notes yo the Guess on with the best pose
Yellow swede one matching hat with the grey gun
Mother****ers be rhymin' for nothing then my team pull up
We all throw down y'all broke mother****ers stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid plus my team got
'Nuff jury on bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves
Front on react and sippin' Cog-i-nac so relax dude
Know I'm with these cracks dude
Yo 1 2 Dirt McGirt
Solid tone smith with 5th shots lick shots
Leave your head like a Shaolin monk with 6 dots
Brooklyn Zoo Zoo (Yo)
Brooooklynnnnnnn ZOO (Yo )
It's the return of Bin Laden grab your armor
Smash pretty boy mother****ers crush they karma
Eat bones with alligators roll deep with my entourage
My whole crew's fresh out the bars
Diggler AKA the Cab Driver
Drop him off in the middle of fire
Dirty Island drag bodies to the murderland
Knock mother****ers out hurting my hand
I remember in the elevators when we was playin' corners
Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us (uh)
Staten's where the war is
Where the court system's running out of warrants
Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus
For real I can't call it
You see I love Lucy cuz she Lawless
Exactly like that 1-0-3-0-4 is
Snitch mother****ers swallow your tongue
Already know the island I'm from
And y'all don't want no problems with them
We got a history full of lightning victories
Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery
Long vision from giants in every way
Rap czars magnificent flows for every day
From the East to the ville from the West to the hills
Incredible rhymes encouraging skill
From rat packs the smallest crews were enormous
They hit 'em fast with an effortless performance
MCs start fleeing in flocks
Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock
We grindin' down to the bone
My name grounded in stone
I'm Mr Violence we loungin' with Chrome
Mr Violence we lounge in his home hit the housing on Rome
Shining like a hundred thousand in stones
Move mountains with poems got a jones for dinero
1-6-zero my songs we throwin' elbows
The hoes cling sho thing we know kings
Only dime dikes with minds right we choose Queens
Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars
Yo son split his face with the toast he ain't Ghost
It's no joke iron coat rife him with the stroke
One toke brains float shot to the throat
Before the smoke hit witness the killing
On the crime scene
Body on the block
Eyes open from the shock
Of being popped in the neck
Yet he still had a lit cigarette between his fingertips
Danger when you step into the chamber with the master
Disaster gotta blast ya cuz I hafta
The rat pack is back from the island of Stat'
Leave you cursed off cuz you worship the gat
The first one to snap drunk off the Smirnoff
Blow the bouncer's ear off let him floss he the boss
Handcuffed to the turntables like Wizard Theodore
See it's pure let iy rain curly ounces
Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers
You don't want no drama I'm flaming fast
That b***h jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash)
[00:00.00] 作词 : Dennis Coles/D. Dumile/D. Hills/Elgin Turner/C Smith/R. Jones/Corey Woods/R. Diggs/G. Grice/L Hawkins/Jason S. Hunter/D. Thompson
[00:00.23] 作曲 : Dennis Coles/D. Dumile/D. Hills/Elgin Turner/C Smith/R. Jones/Corey Woods/R. Diggs/G. Grice/L Hawkins/Jason S. Hunter/D. Thompson
[00:00.46]Bob Digi U G O D Raekwon the Chef the Inspektah Deck
[00:05.31]M E T H O D (Man) the B O B B straight up Masta Killa the Gza the Genius
[00:12.31]It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard
[00:15.96]Straight Up turn it up the headphones turn it up yo you here me
[00:21.80]Wutup Toney
[00:22.38]Wsup don' don'
[00:23.53]All the way up
[00:24.95]Let's get this paper together
[00:26.38]You ****ing right Pa uh huh
[00:30.18]That's right, c'mon b***h
[00:30.83]That's as far as it goes
[00:32.07]
[00:32.76]Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh
[00:33.66]W-T-C
[00:33.95]Ghost-FACE
[00:34.70]Lemme give y'all the ****ing hook for y'all hoes, check it out
[00:36.91]
[00:38.44]The burners in the stash we about the cash
[00:41.07]We got females that got it like that
[00:43.17]The golden childs that bone the crowd
[00:45.78]See mother****ers in the place that bit my style
[00:48.19]Well I'm a singer dancer we bulletproof brothers
[00:50.15]Wu-Tang got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
[00:53.41]Cuz if I had a chance to do it again
[00:55.76]I will still keep the heat in my pants uh
[00:58.30]Y'all be nice to the crackheads everybody listen up
[01:01.09]I shot one of my b*****s, the hoe ain't trick enough
[01:03.63]Word life to big screen Don tapping dustbones out
[01:05.85]With starwriters like I ****ed Celine Dion
[01:08.20]Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond
[01:10.07]We airin' hoes out, that's the type shit that we on
[01:13.33]Official Wu-Tang headbanger
[01:13.95]
[01:15.12]Flood your space with big waves like you didn't set an anchor
[01:18.31]Yo I drink heavy gallons of Crew play the big part
[01:21.11]Mother****ers got squid on the grill selling kids Clarks
[01:23.18]Finesse notes yo the Guess on with the best pose
[01:26.02]Yellow swede one matching hat with the grey gun
[01:28.12]Mother****ers be rhymin' for nothing then my team pull up
[01:31.21]We all throw down y'all broke mother****ers stay frontin'
[01:33.42]Lines come digital stupid plus my team got
[01:35.82]'Nuff jury on bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
[01:38.46]Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves
[01:41.26]Front on react and sippin' Cog-i-nac so relax dude
[01:44.04]Know I'm with these cracks dude
[01:46.10]Yo 1 2 Dirt McGirt
[01:47.12]
[01:49.09]Solid tone smith with 5th shots lick shots
[01:50.71]Leave your head like a Shaolin monk with 6 dots
[01:53.32]Brooklyn Zoo Zoo (Yo)
[01:55.05]Brooooklynnnnnnn ZOO (Yo )
[01:57.63]It's the return of Bin Laden grab your armor
[02:00.67]Smash pretty boy mother****ers crush they karma
[02:02.51]
[02:03.23]Eat bones with alligators roll deep with my entourage
[02:06.07]My whole crew's fresh out the bars
[02:08.17]Diggler AKA the Cab Driver
[02:10.69]Drop him off in the middle of fire
[02:13.05]Dirty Island drag bodies to the murderland
[02:15.95]Knock mother****ers out hurting my hand
[02:18.08]I remember in the elevators when we was playin' corners
[02:20.41]Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us (uh)
[02:23.61]Staten's where the war is
[02:24.70]Where the court system's running out of warrants
[02:26.37]Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus
[02:28.02]For real I can't call it
[02:29.53]You see I love Lucy cuz she Lawless
[02:31.41]Exactly like that 1-0-3-0-4 is
[02:32.71]Snitch mother****ers swallow your tongue
[02:34.68]Already know the island I'm from
[02:36.10]And y'all don't want no problems with them
[02:37.91]We got a history full of lightning victories
[02:40.36]Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery
[02:43.19]Long vision from giants in every way
[02:45.79]Rap czars magnificent flows for every day
[02:47.98]From the East to the ville from the West to the hills
[02:50.77]Incredible rhymes encouraging skill
[02:52.86]From rat packs the smallest crews were enormous
[02:55.31]They hit 'em fast with an effortless performance
[02:57.96]MCs start fleeing in flocks
[02:59.71]Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock
[03:02.85]We grindin' down to the bone
[03:05.02]My name grounded in stone
[03:06.33]I'm Mr Violence we loungin' with Chrome
[03:07.93]Mr Violence we lounge in his home hit the housing on Rome
[03:10.80]Shining like a hundred thousand in stones
[03:12.85]Move mountains with poems got a jones for dinero
[03:15.60]1-6-zero my songs we throwin' elbows
[03:17.92]The hoes cling sho thing we know kings
[03:20.53]Only dime dikes with minds right we choose Queens
[03:22.88]Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars
[03:25.28]Yo son split his face with the toast he ain't Ghost
[03:28.11]It's no joke iron coat rife him with the stroke
[03:30.41]One toke brains float shot to the throat
[03:32.83]Before the smoke hit witness the killing
[03:34.69]On the crime scene
[03:35.67]Body on the block
[03:36.72]Eyes open from the shock
[03:37.87]Of being popped in the neck
[03:39.25]Yet he still had a lit cigarette between his fingertips
[03:41.81]Danger when you step into the chamber with the master
[03:44.14]Disaster gotta blast ya cuz I hafta
[03:46.82]The rat pack is back from the island of Stat'
[03:50.22]Leave you cursed off cuz you worship the gat
[03:52.58]The first one to snap drunk off the Smirnoff
[03:54.97]Blow the bouncer's ear off let him floss he the boss
[03:57.77]Handcuffed to the turntables like Wizard Theodore
[04:00.28]See it's pure let iy rain curly ounces
[04:02.89]Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers
[04:05.28]You don't want no drama I'm flaming fast
[04:07.59]That b***h jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash)