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1. _ Let Da Monkey Out
What you know about it?
What you know about it?
What you know about it?
What you know about it?
A-what you know about it?
Yo, get it right from jump
Doc tapin on debate for months
I got zits on your face that can't wait to bump
Boogie Down to the point I barricade the Bronx
Papi spins the rhymes through your opti-lens, check it
It's five below, my brain is cold
Runny nose every time Doc exchange a blow
My street team snipe the block up like Rob Lowe
Bodega liquor store, I'm dead in the window
PPP symbol got FBI on lookout
Strip the dirty clothes, hit a 118 cookout
I woof out, son you better buckle in
I write the madness, got ink foamin' at the pen
I tear a ligament when I spit it in the wind
I got so much game I can Con Edison
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(Yo cuz) Shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone put a sock in your mouth, let da monkey out
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Why all motherfuckers ain't ready
Is Redman in the house? (One time)
Form a line, jack ya, then pawn the shine
Stay there, runnin' with more kids than daycare
One shot prove it ain't nuttin' but weight here
When he lands flat I'm the minivan
With Lil' Cease, runnin' cities like Geechie Dan
When Richie Cunningham was O.P. I was low-key
Airing niggaz that was more square than my gold teeth
My appetite for destruction is to hustle
All the cottonmouth'll turnbuckle when I rustle
Mr. Tough Guy on the side, I fuck him up too
Slam him, when I bark I marked his Buchanan
Yo, New York niggaz in the house?
Yo yo yo.. is Jersey niggaz in the house?
Yo yo, I hold fort with a quart of Olde E from Newark
I tell lies under oath if it please the court
Supreme force, in the swamps with the green moss
Bug repellent suit, bustin' machines off
I'm deadly roamin with the forty-four blazin' in
No negotiator, yo not even Chris Sabien
can save your life Doc'll creep in the house
Yo cut the phones, put a sock in your mouth
Let da monkey out
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, yo
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Yo, haha, motherfuckin niggaz
Brick City comin' through
If you don't know this is Dr. Trevis
Ain't shit changed motherfucker
Pack your own heat, supply your own motherfuckin' ammo nigga
PPP comin' through, this is Dr. Trevis
Bitch asses
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2. _ Shimmy Shimmy Ya
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3. _ Judgement Day
First.. there was the collapse of civilization
Anarchy, genocide, starvation
Then.. when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up
We got The Plague
The Living Death
Closing his icy grip around the whole planet
Then the rumors started
The last hardcore MC's.. were working on a cure
.. that would END the pestilence.. why?
I like the death
I *LIKE* the misery
I LIKE THIS WORLD!!!!!
Space, The Final Frontier
These are the voy-voy-voyages of the Starship TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, YES
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def'
Kids is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all get along?
See my pinkie, see my thumb
See that kid with the pawn shop gun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum
Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
(10) Ten let the countdown begin
(9) I was born in the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into millennium
The name of this one is Judgement Day
No more BS, can't come out and play
Don't blame me, blame society
Type of chemistry for a live MC
Hands in the air like you just don't care
You all get a share, there's a party over here
Year two-thousand, keep bouncin
T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin
New York's finest, still wildin, Shaolin
At the full moon howlin
Get Til It's Gone, killa bee kills
Only time will reveal like the words in the song
Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
Niggaz don't got to pay my bills
P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow
Plant the seed, let the garden grow
And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine
Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine
Tis my Tale From the Crypt that's sick
Bloodbath, body baths and shit
you-F-see fightin championships
G.I. Joe's with the Kung-Fu Grip
Now you don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
c'mon.. I said c'mon..
(10) Ten let the countdown begin
(9) I was born in the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into millennium
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, YES
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def'
Kids is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all get along?
See my pinkie, see my thumb
See that kid with the pawn shop gun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum
Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
(10) Ten let the countdown begin
(9) I was born in the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into millennium
10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..
Step into millennium
Ten let the countdown begin
I was born in the mind
Take the head of a snake
Behold Armaggedeon
Ain't no love for the rich
Only strong will survive
Cause we live by the sword
Plus sixty degrees
For the black and the blue
For the sun..
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
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4. _ Motto
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5. _ How High Part II
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6. _ Bring The Pain
Basically, can't fuck with me
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggas is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
Check it just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Color clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got mine I'm Swayze
[Chorus:]
Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real
And when I was a lil' stereo (Stereo)
I listened to some champion (Champion)
I always wondered (Wondered)
Will now I be the number one (Tical hahaha)
Now you listen to the Gargon (Gargon)
And the Gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (Test me)
Me gwanna lick out them brains (It's like that)
Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin' to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
[Chorus]
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase piss
I'll fuckin', cut your eyelids off
And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills
You motherfuckers
(So) So fuck the hoe
Fuck the hoe
(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin')
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7. _ Da Rockwilder
Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!
[Verse One: Method Man]
Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture
Closin down the sectar supreme neck protector
Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot
About to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
But cheesy, Too many want to be hard be easy, is all in together
Going all not together it don't take much to please me
Still homes are never satisfy like the stones
We don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones
Protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan
Who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence
See'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out
Got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out
Time for some action, surfin the avenue
Mad at you, where I used to battle crews
Back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in
Got us bustin off these pistols
My niggas got issues...again, same song
Armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and I'm gone.
[Verse Two: Redman]
I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone
Don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown
Suckers break like Turbo
In no zone, when I, grab the broom
Moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark
Leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
Three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car
Right behind on the boss
Haters don't touch, weigh us both up
Now my neighbor doped up
Got the cable hooked up. All channels
Lift my shirt all Mammal
You ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.
Sawed off shotgun
Hand on the pump, sippin on a forty
Smokin on a blunt
Bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la laaaaa
Yeah see'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la laaaaaa
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8. _ How High
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9. _ Diggy Doc
It's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all, pumpin' it yes y'all
D.O.C. on the system, we kick it fresh y'all
Lettin' the bass thump on and strong and hard for P-P-P
Engineerin' the cut is E Double E
Yo, it's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all!
Yo, yo yo, when I hear a "Bass"
This goes out to my niggaz and why'all bitches
The Benz's, Range Rovers, and sixty-four switches
The C.I.A., Feds and even dogs sniffin'
I plant a bomb right by the bar when it starts kickin'
Doc stompin' ground, Brick City hound what?
Guerillas out the jungle get gritty now what?
I'm walkin' barefooted over loads of hot coal
Cuts from the snot-nose keep your barbershop closed
When it goes, Flex don't have to drop the bomb on it
I keep my speech, "Bleek", and my right mind on it
So when it's time, I'm heard in the streets
My mammal animal skin, excitin' all the birds in your Jeep
I'm crazy nigga, when I was young
I spread and shaved both legs to my babysitter
Ran into Bebe's Kids in a baby pickup
Shot up Toys are Us and robbed Kay-Bee nigga!
This is def poetry far beyond my control
Fuck your Teflon, be body-armed like the toll
Unload from my Girbauds and make it hot for homey
I puff so much of that green I bleed guacemole
It's like Shaq and Kobe, I beef for four quarters
Callin' veterinarians to get the doggs off ya
"Animals Attack, Part Four," people starin'
I'm not the type of Focker that'll go and meet your parents
I'm outside trick or treatin, fuck if my chick is cheatin'
I'm hungry as FUCK, and I hope you niggas sick of eatin'
It's like the fourth letter, tenth letter, third letter
Chickenhawk bird-getter, holla if you heard better
I got a chick with no-ass-a'tall
I fuck her for the love of that money, not basketball
And when my man comes home, and the Def Squad is back
Yo gimme that rap game we'll take charge of that
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10. _ Smash Sumthin
Here come the remaining beautiful people
And for all of you who survive, we hope you enjoyed the ride
2002 will see some new added features
Such as the Spinal Spinning Spiral Splitter
And the Corkscrew Cock Cruncher
Plus, the Fat Fuckin' Bitch Backslapper
And not forgetting The One Finger Ringer
So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye
Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta, ta and fuck off
From the 'Rollercoaster Malpractice'
(Redman)
They done let me out
(Redman)
They done called my name
(Redman)
They done read the four chapters
Now I'm back, Brick City, I've been born again
Master, hit the switch, Igor, he's alive
Yo, set it off, set it off, yo, yo, yo
Let's start ridin', my flows bring the tide in
While John Cochran break your pride in
I shagged her before you married her
Took the ring, pawned it for an Acura
DOC, breakin' the sound barrier
Hardcore bullet, fo'-fo' pull it
Got your camp runnin', used it for footage
Brick City suspects couldn't [unverified]
Yo, watch me leap through trees
Attackin' sharks in the Deep Blue Sea
Aim lock on, Goldeneye
War in the snow storm, with double, oh on
U.K. blow your horns
Put you in, I.C.U., gettin' blood drawn
Doc did it off an Adam F bomb
I move like Robotron, turn the lights off
Girl she had a big fat ass, we smokin' weed tonight
We smokin' weed tonight, c'mon
What I want everybody to do right now
Is blow your motherfuckin' horns, louder, louder
Yo, if you want that shit
(That shit)
That hardcore rough shit
(Rough shit)
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin', crash sumthin'
If you want that shit
(That shit)
That smoke and fuck a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin'
Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by the pancreas
Your whole camp enlists, abandon ship
Push your knuckles up and dance with it
I'll shut down cops, steal they badges
Off of 'Operation Kill Da Wabbit'
PPP niggaz be jackin' cabbage
Looked in the camera and pull the mask up
Laughin' at ya, yeah I x'd you out
Somebody help him out with mouth to mouth
You to me son, what you talkin' 'bout?
If your third eye look then I gorge it out
Bitches fuck me barely walkin' out
For a thievin' ass hoe fo' mark it out
It's one mo' body in the hall for now
Verbal assault killer, calm him down
I open fire, made you retire
Hung your shoes from a telephone wire
So when I ride by, I brag on it
Paragraphs fly wit toe tags on it
I plant a bomb where you pick your mail up
It's bricks, so y'all hit the fallout shelter
Doc, niggaz, bitches, jump up
Criminals, hustlers, hoes, jump up
Yo, if you want that shit
(That shit)
That hardcore rough shit
(Rough shit)
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin'
If you want that shit
(That shit)
That smoke and fuck a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin'
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11. _ Y.O.U.
[Meth]
Traces of lipstick on my collar
Baby, you got to do some more to get this last dollar
Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'm a follow
Lady Madonna like the dick, but she don't like to swallow
Rockin' that product, honey, stay up in the beauty-polla'
Girl, it would be my honour
Make you my baby-mama
Holler, she hella proper
Fuck with tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin', buggin'
Shockin' them, duckin', buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fuckin'
Then let me show you somethin'
I'll knock that stuffin' off that English muffin
Can't tell me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' panic button in when I'm stuckin'
All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC!
Oh, girl, you nasty
[Redman]
Yo', I get it on poppin'
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers
Suckin' your mouth with a torn stockin'
Rapped around ya noggin'
I'm creepin' when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, darkening the area, then hop in
Pick up my bigga nigga, who helped me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough
Shoppin' in rotten New York, first flockin'
Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin'
They leave the parking
Niggaz unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth album enterin' the top ten!
Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin'
Only raw choppin' his metaphors, so cops can stop watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em
Ready to rock 'em, stock 'em
Renevate your apartment when these two things barkin'
My Mackamichi, knockin'
Bougie holes be spottin' on they tampons
I get 'em dripple like leaky faucets
[Chorus]
Now who a bitch nigga?
(Now who a snitch nigga?)
Now who the shit nigga?
(Now who the sick nigga?)
Now who you with, nigga?
(With who you with, nigga?)
Who rock shit, nigga?
(Who pop shit, nigga?)
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on!
[Redman]
I figured it out
Y'all niggaz ain't as big as yo' mouth
My street value, well, it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch
When I bust, titties come out
No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out
Sons, ya duck out!
Nuthin' to lose
Poppin' a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo' shoes; scuff on my boots, fuckin' with you
Blow my anaconda like Nirvana
Marijuana got bitches on they knees
And they gon' bind us
Gettin' 'em dirty, dirty, with the hersey and the bombin'
Holla the drama
Fire two in ya armor
Ya pigeon betta call ma
The ice is a honour
To in help me lift an arm up
Lebaba with ya momma
Even dirty her donna
My dick is heronomic
Pull out a young Geronimo, BBC!
Oh, girl, you nasty
[Meth]
Itchin' to start the mission
Flippin', so keep yo' distance
Ain't got no pot to piss in?
Ain't got no competition
Listen, I slip the clippin'
Trippin', you get me lippin'
Come, miss, and catch a whippin'
Now kids is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin'
Chickens that keep forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin'
Or anybody-kickin'
Rippin' these compositions
Scrippin' them paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin'
Ballin' like Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen
But, still, I'm frost bittin'
Shittin' like 'No he didn't'
Wipin' my ass and splittin'
Chattin' like Joe gettin'
All in the zone, settin' it off like Big Daddy
It ain't no half-steppin'
I keep rappin'
Staten you keep sweatin', frontin', and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith and Wesson
Trashin' the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in peace, BBC!
Oh, girl, you nasty
[Chorus]
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12. _ Intro
[Incomprehensible], wut up yo
This is the RZA, A.K.A. Buddah zig zag in tha law
I wanna run the Ultima Tical, the Prequel
Starring Wu Tang brotha numbah 1
The M E T H O D there
A.K.A. Johnny Blaze, A.K.A. Hot Nicks, The Iron Lung
Big John Studd, Johnny Storm, check it out yo
Our brother Meth is about to take you on some wuddah
And the unswarn chambers of the Wu Tang universe
So I want all my nigaz wit all my wizards
[Incomprehensible], big bag of rizza ticuriny and blizzards
And sit back as Johnny Blaze
Takes you on a ride to the upper side
Piece of the Wu Tang family
Ten years strong, forty for your albums sold
Platinum gold and the sagas continues
[Incomprehensible]
Alright let's do it
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13. _ Brooklyn Zoo
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14. _ Let's Get Dirty
Attention, all you niggaz, all you bitches
Time to put down the cristal, time to take off the ice for a minute
Time to throw a little mud
Turn me up some, yo
Yo, yo, gimme some room, I'm throwin' elbows
Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P
My dress code is all black when I'm makin' the moves
Similar to the new PlayStation 2
I can't help it if the club only packin' a G
And the fire marshal wanna shut it down in 3
And you ballin' ass niggaz whose dressed to kill
For the hoes showin' the toes with extra heels
I gotta get in, I drove here
With a carload of bitches charged on Belvedere
My niggaz hit the cells if the line is thick
So I drive the 500 through the door of the bitch
If you pumpin' this one in your truck
(Let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty
(Let's get dirty)
And you really don't give a, what?
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
(Let's get dirty)
Everybody get your hands up
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
(Let's get dirty)
If you ain't come to party, shut up
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
Yo, security pattin' my legs and waist
But if I vacate the place, it'll be "stay down"
All my niggaz in the huddle on the count of three
We gonna bum rush The Tunnel with a pound of weed
Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here
Blazin' like Biggie passed us a semi in here
Don't sleep, stay wide awoke
You dialed Doc, not dial-a-joke
Crawl or you'll die in smoke
I keep it heated when the hawk is out
Seated low Tahoe, beat it when the dark is out
I'm outside of the line and I'm actin' a fool
Like a three o'clock bully, waitin' after school
Punks, I've been in this line for hours
I even killed the time by helpin' my man pass out fliers
Now all I wanna do is get in where I fit in
Shake my ass with the baddest pigeon with her wig in
Jump, move, crash, drink
Shake that ass stank, the fuck you think?
Poppa Bear at the table and the porridge is pourin'
Since Def is the label, I belong in a morgue
I'm walkin' half-dead, actin' senile
With bigga niggaz from jail than the one on "Green Mile"
I'll huff and puff, blow the club down
I'll snuff a duck, I'm headed Uptown
Yeah, that's right! We up in this joint now
Aiyyo, we gettin' ready to take over
Freddie, you grab the mic, I'ma grab the turntables
We gon' rock this joint, baby
If you got up in the club free
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
(Let's get dirty)
And you drunk up in the V.I.P.
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
(Let's get dirty)
If you swingin' from them club lights
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
(Let's get dirty)
And you like to start them club fights
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
Everybody wave your hands now
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
(Let's get dirty)
Everybody jump up and down
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
(Let's get dirty)
Everybody keep it goin' now
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
(Let's get dirty)
Just a little bit louder now
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty, c'mon, c'mon
Let's get dirty
(A-huh, a-huh, a-huh)
Let's get dirty
(Keep it goin' now)
Let's get dirty
(Don't stop, don't stop, man)
Let's get dirty
(Say, let's get dirty, yo)
Let's get dirty
(A-huh)
Let's get dirty
Let's get dirty
Let's get dirty
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15. _ Scratching
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16. _ Street 101
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17. _ Freestyle
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