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[Intro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
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Ahahahaha
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Minds start to freeze, at ease
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Its the Wu-Tang Killa Beez
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Brooklyn Zu, where we roll, Manchuz
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Comin at yo' avenuez
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36 chambaz at a theater near ya
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(To all my muthafuckin niggaz in the place to be
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And lllllast man to me)
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We gon' take hip hop to anotha level
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[Chorus: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Wu, Gots like come on through
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Su, That's the call of the Wu
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Zu, Gots like come on through
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Su, That's the call for the Zu
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[Hook: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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If your from the east coast and
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you're down with Brooklyn Zu
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Su, That's the call for your crew
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If your from the west coast and
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you're down with Brooklyn Zu
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Su, That's the call for your crew
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[Buddha Monk]
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Yo, I make myself official with the 7-dotted temple
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And the knowledge procedes to take off like Emmitt's missle
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Its the rapfire comin from this Lord, Monk and sire
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Cut like barbfire, ka-boom, just raise your hands higher
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I get off even if its battle or war, yall niggaz hit the floor
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And word iz bond, It still prescibes laws, hate the allegations
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So, I slam on this nation with motivation and watch out for the Zu
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domination
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We could take it to anotha level, glock-block that kills treble
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Honey rebels, and all yall niggaz betta end up in fuckin Belleview
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Yo, I mean that, I'm a god and I cut you no slack
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You wanna act, then I attack and just split your wig back
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Your some lame ass nigga rockin Tommy Hilfiger
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With 3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger
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And all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the assassination
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You betta check up with your still and just watch the Zu nation
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[Chorus]
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[Drunken Dragon - Zu Manchuz]
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Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist
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Got the punk for your mind leavinz niggas in bliss
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I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your soul
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Pullin out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold
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I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink
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And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking
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I send your wack ass back to class, learn something
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So you can peep the real shit, and you can stop fronting
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On your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip
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When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your lips
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Hey son, I just thought about that shit
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And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the dick
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The Drunken Dragon, comin at you
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And if I hear you say Brooklyn Zu, I say "Yo, who you?" cuz
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[Chorus]
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[Buddha Monk]
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Back the fuck up before I use my gat
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Spray two to your neck and four to your back
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It's the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina
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Look on my face it shows, no one meaner
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Brooklyn Zu Killa Bees on the swarm
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I be in your area so sound the alarm
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Monks in the front know not to fuckin drunk
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Knocking down niggaz, and the girl sees the lump
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Shit is real, yes I'm hittin hard like steel
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I'm comin through your town so it's best that you peel
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For real, yes I get dirty with my skill
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No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up
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Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no fuckin traces
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When I put it on that ass you'll be desintegrated
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Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick
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Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick
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Your hit, by this trife shit that I fix
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I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, cuz
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[Chorus]
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[Hook]
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[Outro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
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1-1-2, 4-4-1 Frankin Av.
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Peace, to my nigga Wack
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(Its all good, its all bad
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Dirty runs for the mayor next year, finally
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You'll neva see meeeeeee)
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Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu
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SUUUUUUUUUUU!!
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Gots Like Come on Thru (Remix)
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