Wu-Tang Clan - 16th Chamber (ODB Special)(International bonus track) [Method Man, Raekwon, Ol' Dirty Bastard] | Текст песни

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• 16th Chamber (ODB Special)(International bonus track) [Method Man, Raekwon, Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Somebody said its on, if it is then Ill be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for that headpiece you cant cope
For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat
My peoples are you with me where you at?
Shits gettin deep in here, I mean like thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
Its about to hit the fan, hit the flo
Thats all I can stands, and I cant stands no mo
What is it? Niggaz think they bigga
Because they got the finga on the trigga of a biscuit
They dont know Im wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he dont want the hassle
Thought they trying to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple, Im comin to your town
Black down, the rental, car, the pistol
YAH! If you dont want a burn from glock
Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless its being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh
[Interlude: Raekwon (Method Man)]
Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four
Temple number nine, temple number nine
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Im the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream is my specialty
when I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get hype
From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol mad rugged flow
Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of disco
Or a disco duck, Im strictly hip hop
Yo, Ason, whats up? I cant stop...
Wu-Tanging, flipping the script and
You could test my skills, but niggaz must be trippin
Coked up from sniffin, youre the one whos riffin
Im not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz youre slippin
While you sleep I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen
As I, jump on stage, cold flip a rip a show
Strip or rip a hoe, ready like Bo
Jackson while Im still taxin, Im maxin
Relaxin, sittin backs and, laying tracks and
Again and again when I rock this jam
I wanna see em up in the air, throw up your hand
Introducin, the one-man band
A child thats wild, now with the style, couldnt stand
Niggaz wanna jump, then stepped, to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MC tormentor
You get jacked and slapped, across the MC map
I laugh at ya ass, on a horse shack
Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get rudie with the Hong Kong Phooey
The Ol Dirty Bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style
That I lay down like tile
Gotta hit you up, one blaow, so you better come down...


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