(feat. Masta Killa, Ol' Dirty Bastard, U-God) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass The things that you learnt in class, is trash You can't do nothing with it, I put you in the past The pilgrim mutha****as - shut the **** up! I do it to you bad luck, the hair get plucked The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash And stay out of business, cuz I'm takin' your cash This world belong to me, none of y'all free I got y'all in - slavery The habit of breathing, the hope to find That you're misbehaving, Link your Cuban **** your booing, flash the burners On your crewing, cuz I'm much different from The other M.C.'s, I got the amazing ability I get on the mic, so you can have a ball (break that break) I can fly through the air and stick to the wall I can take a punch, or get hit by a car Could go to the nearest or farthest star As a matter of fact, that's what I won't talk about How I'm going outer space, just to be in the house How I'm going outer space, - - be in the house [Chorus x7: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Break that break (nah-nah-nah-nah) [U-God] I'm that mic enhancer, the beat programmer When Ason Unique speak, he throw hammers And we go bananas over old school breaks I take an old school loop and break it on yo face I start from a clean slate, bang you on the waistline Deep Space Nine, mass master bass line I break spines, til they fraction or splinter I want Michael Jackson money, just a fraction of Thriller Deep in, the laboratory, manufacture the Zilla ****, notch category, capture the realer We the ex-drug dealers, still serving them fiends With TV's in the car, the size of movie screens You know the routine, give 'em what they need That disco ****, satisfaction guaranteed [Chorus x7] [Masta Killa] Yeah, 1-2-3, microphone check In the place to be, as you can see This is Wu-Tang Clan guest starring M.C With no harm intended, nobody offended Carry on with the social, nothing but a party tonight Special invite, ladies free before midnight We lock the club down, clash sound hear the guns pop See D.J.'s spin, counter clock, keep gridlocked Line around the block, women by the flock Wanna party with the great, I reap Jamel Ring bells throughout the state Diggin' in the crates, for the old school Remix, nice it up for the people Ladies want the hardest stiff, to spread eagle [Chorus to fade]
(feat. Masta Killa, Ol' Dirty Bastard, U-God) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass The things that you learnt in class, is trash You can't do nothing with it, I put you in the past The pilgrim mutha****as - shut the **** up! I do it to you bad luck, the hair get plucked The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash And stay out of business, cuz I'm takin' your cash This world belong to me, none of y'all free I got y'all in - slavery The habit of breathing, the hope to find That you're misbehaving, Link your Cuban **** your booing, flash the burners On your crewing, cuz I'm much different from The other M.C.'s, I got the amazing ability I get on the mic, so you can have a ball (break that break) I can fly through the air and stick to the wall I can take a punch, or get hit by a car Could go to the nearest or farthest star As a matter of fact, that's what I won't talk about How I'm going outer space, just to be in the house How I'm going outer space, - - be in the house [Chorus x7: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Break that break (nah-nah-nah-nah) [U-God] I'm that mic enhancer, the beat programmer When Ason Unique speak, he throw hammers And we go bananas over old school breaks I take an old school loop and break it on yo face I start from a clean slate, bang you on the waistline Deep Space Nine, mass master bass line I break spines, til they fraction or splinter I want Michael Jackson money, just a fraction of Thriller Deep in, the laboratory, manufacture the Zilla ****, notch category, capture the realer We the ex-drug dealers, still serving them fiends With TV's in the car, the size of movie screens You know the routine, give 'em what they need That disco ****, satisfaction guaranteed [Chorus x7] [Masta Killa] Yeah, 1-2-3, microphone check In the place to be, as you can see This is Wu-Tang Clan guest starring M.C With no harm intended, nobody offended Carry on with the social, nothing but a party tonight Special invite, ladies free before midnight We lock the club down, clash sound hear the guns pop See D.J.'s spin, counter clock, keep gridlocked Line around the block, women by the flock Wanna party with the great, I reap Jamel Ring bells throughout the state Diggin' in the crates, for the old school Remix, nice it up for the people Ladies want the hardest stiff, to spread eagle [Chorus to fade]
