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  • 作词 : Dennis Coles/D. Dumile/D. Hills/Elgin Turner/C Smith/R. Jones/Corey Woods/R. Diggs/G. Grice/L Hawkins
    作曲 : Dennis Coles/D. Dumile/D. Hills/Elgin Turner/C Smith/R. Jones/Corey Woods/R. Diggs/G. Grice/L Hawkins
    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 **********in' right Pa uh huh
    That's right c'mon *****
    That's as far as it goes

    Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-**** uh huh
    W-T-C
    Ghost-FACE
    Lemme give y'all the bull**** hook for y'all *****s 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 *****s 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 *****es 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' *****s out that's the type **** 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
    *****s 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
    *****s be rhymin' for nothing then my team pull up
    We all throw down y'all broke *****s 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 *****s 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 *****s out hurtin' 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 *****s 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 ***** jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash )
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Dennis Coles/D. Dumile/D. Hills/Elgin Turner/C Smith/R. Jones/Corey Woods/R. Diggs/G. Grice/L Hawkins
    [00:00.023] 作曲 : Dennis Coles/D. Dumile/D. Hills/Elgin Turner/C Smith/R. Jones/Corey Woods/R. Diggs/G. Grice/L Hawkins
    [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 **********in' right Pa uh huh
    [00:30.18]That's right c'mon *****
    [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-**** uh huh
    [00:33.66]W-T-C
    [00:33.95]Ghost-FACE
    [00:34.70]Lemme give y'all the bull**** hook for y'all *****s 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 *****s 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 *****es 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' *****s out that's the type **** 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]*****s 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]*****s be rhymin' for nothing then my team pull up
    [01:31.21]We all throw down y'all broke *****s 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 *****s 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 *****s out hurtin' 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 *****s 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 ***** jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash )