*featuring Ghostface Killah
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[Intro:]
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One two, one two -- you taping this?
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All types of shit yo let that shit ride
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Word to mother, turn up the microphone!
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Get all that good shit, get all that good shit (one two, one two)
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One two, one two, one two... one two
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Now niggaz know
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Ssssshhhit, yo yo check this out, check this joint
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This is strictly for the radio, yo
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I just want all y'all to know
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The reason why I curse is because my momma and my daddy
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They grew up cursin
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So please respect my style, please!
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[Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard]
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I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u
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Ohh, sssshit, nahh
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I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole staminuh
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Here comes the medical examinuh
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One verse then you out for the count
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Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount
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Ya yo, I'm sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya
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I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH
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Here comes the medical examiNUH
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One verse then you're out for the count
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Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount
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Wake you up and then I ask you
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How do you intend this --
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Competition to get an asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH!
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You shouldn't bother this
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Leave me alone like a son he'll be fatherless!
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I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco
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Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
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And MC's start to vanish
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I rolled up on a jet black kid the nigga started speakin spanish
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Yo! You wasn't from Panana!!
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I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said suntama
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He responded so fast, you made me laugh
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Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his ass!
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Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
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Then I brought out the punk in him
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Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms
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Told HIM! Enter the Wu-Tang!
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Witness the Shaolin slang, that crush any shit you bring
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I watch your ass take a big fall, why?!
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My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball
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And as you step up to bat man, I play the riddler
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You try to do me for my nigga I'll change to Hitler
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I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin ass stayed
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Home and play Yahtzee!
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Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Poxie
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With Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi
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(Yo Unique, yo kid
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Check this shit out! Yo, yo)
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[Verse Two: Ghostface Killer]
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Ninety-five niggaz is wasted
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Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted
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Foamin out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese
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Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease
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It's not magic, gaming is the gadget
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World classic big national high attracts dear graphics
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Lampin in my own zone, my physical show
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Inhale bones Tony stuck, for the diamond in Rome
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He's convincin, labelled one man rap convention
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The nigga that'll gun down, eighty frenchmen
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Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist
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I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual
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I plant crimes inside vocals
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My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof
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Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin dream
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Shuttle, and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my nigga
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[sample of Stamina]
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[sample of Baby C'mon]
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[sample of Brooklyn Zoo]
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[sample of Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie)]
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[sample of The Stomp]
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Shame on you when you step through to
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Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
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Shame on you when you step through to
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Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
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What?!! My nuh
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Shame on you when you step through to
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The Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
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Shame on you when you step through to
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THe Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
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To the West coast!
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To the East coast
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To the North coast
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To the South
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When you take North, East, West, South
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Put it all together and it spell NEWS!
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Then you got the ol rhythm, bastard blues
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And ya don't stop
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So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker!
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[live concert]
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Brooklyn Zoo II
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Ol' Dirty Bastard |