Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard
You're a crossbreed, I'm a dolla seed
I want ACTION is what I need
I never had doubt in my mind
cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme
see murder which is caused
when you fuck with the negative and positive charge
then they came out of my garage
with the hits that's supposed to be large
I'm tired of stittin on my fuckin ass
niggaz I know be walkin around with mad fuckin cash
who the FUCK wanna be an MC
if you can't get paid to be a fuckin MC
I came out my moma's pussy I'm on welfare
26 years old I'm still on welfare
so I gotta paid fully
whether it's truthfully or untruthfully
with my forceful blood thirsty 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) rawhide
Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard
gotta come back to attack
killin niggaz that say they got stack cause I don't give a fuck
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 niggaz need to start runnin
cause I'm comin, I'm dope like fuckin herion
Wu-Tang Bloodkin a goblin that come tough like lambskin
imagine gettin shot up with Ol Dirty insulin
you bound to catch AIDS or somethin
not sayin I got it
but nigga if I got it you got it!!
Nigga what?!!
Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
Check the bulletproof fly shit strong like thai stick
then I'll remain to tear your frame with my peep nick
like some fly new sneaks and shit
now peep my shit bitch tried to creep and got hit
now regulate as I begin to set up a date
Wu-Tang is bangin like a Ron G tape
Rza pump the shotty on the track watch em run it John Gotti
I livin on the track like Jen and Waldi
fell my Dallinger I warn any challenger
to step up (whip) feel the blast of my silencer
Chorus
Verse Four: Method Man
comin soon to a theatre near you it be the Wu
yeah find yourself in the square and see it's true
actual facts to smack on and chew
my positive energy sounds 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 85 that don't gotta clue
how could he know what the fuck he never knew
God cypher the rhyme come to show and come to prove
a mystery god that's the work of Yacub
the Holy Ghost got you scared to death kid boo
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