featuring Method Man Raekwon



Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard + (some Jamaican woman)



Yeah!

I want to let allllll y'all niggaz know in here tonight

that this is that Wu Tang shit

This that shit that's gonna get you high... {*echoes*}

See when you stimulate your own mind for one common cause

You see who's the real motherfuckers

See what you see is you what you see

(Can I say it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!)

Be the original G

Rhymin on timin and in the place to be

(Run blood claat tings!)

they love see meeeeeeee!



[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed

I want ACTION, that's what I need

I never put 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 up, out my garage

with the hit that's gonna be LARGE

Tired of sittin on my fuckin ass

Niggaz I know, be runnin around with mad fuckin cash

Who the FUCK want to be an emcee

if you can't get paid, to be a fuckin emcee?

I came out my momma pussy -- I'm on welfare

Twenty-six years old -- still on welfare!

so I gotta get paid fully

Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully

With my Boston bloodthirsty process

P-E-A-see-E



Chorus: Method Man



Move em in move em in

Move em out move em out

Stick it up {*whip sound*} raw hide!



[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Yea, gotta come back to attack

Killin niggaz who said they got stacks, cause I don't give a fuck

{*inhales*} I want to 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, you niggaz better start runnin

Cause I'm comin, I'm dope like fuckin heroin

Wu-Tang Bloodkin, a goblin, who come tough like lambskin

Imagine, gettin shot up with Ol Dirty insulin {*sucks air*}

You bound to catch AIDS or somethin

Not sayin I got it, but nigga if I got it you got it!!

WHAT?!? {*echoes*}



[Raekwon the Chef]

Yo, check the bulletproof fly shit, strong like thai stick

then I'll remain to tear your frame, while I freaks it

like some fly new sneaks and shit

Now EAT my shit, bitch tried to creep and got hit

Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date

Wu-Tang, is bangin like a Ron G tape

RZA pump the shit just like a shotty

Watch me run it John Gotti

Collidin on the track, like gin and watty

Check the calendar, I warn any challenger

to step up {*whoosh*} feel the blast from the silencer



Chorus



[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 snack 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 eighty-five that don't got a clue

How could he know what the fuck he never knew?

God-Cypher-Divine 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!!



Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard



Yeah, we always gotta keep it fly

Fly for you to feel, what you wants to feel

See Wu-Tang like to thank, all the people across the country

All the people in America, all the people outside of America

for listenin to our music

We gotta keep it fly for ya

See this ain't somethin new

that's just gonna come out of nowhere, no!!!

This is somethin OLD, and DIRTY!!

and DIRTY!!

Yeah..

Writer : JONES, RUSSELL / DIGGS, ROBERT F. / WOODS, COREY / SMITH, CLIFFORD
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.