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Wu-Tang Clan - Brooklyn Zoo lyrics
[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now! Ain't none of them niggas can't f**k with me! What? Nigga you could never f**k with me, my nigga! Dirt f**k you up right now! What? What? What? I bust your motherf**kin ass boy! I ain't no motherf**kin joke, you know who you talkin to (Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up) Ol' Dirty Bastard, I f**k you up right now Yeah, what? What? (Shame on that nigga yo He ain't sayin nothin, f**k him!) I'm the one-man army, Ason I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out I drop science like girls be droppin babies Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines Your ass thought you were better than Ason, I keep planets in orbit While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass 'cause I create rhymes good as a tasty cake, mix This style, I'm mastered in Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol F**k around get sprayed with Lysol In your face like a can of mace, baby Is it burnin? Well, f**k it, now you're learnin how, I don't even like your motherf**kin profile Give me my f**kin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW! Not seen and heard, no one knows You forget, niggas be quiet as kept Now you know nothin Before you knew a whole f**kin lot Your ass don't wanna get shot A lot of MC's came to my showdown To watch me put your f**kin ass lo-o-ow down As you can go, below zero without a doubt I've never been tooken out by a nigga, who couldn't figure Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo) how to pull a f**kin gun trigger I said "Get the f**k outta here!" Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host Introducin, yo f**k that nigga's name My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot Whoa-hoa-hoa! Get me like slow-mo with the flow If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit So I take yo ass out quick The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick If you wanna step to my motherf**kin rep' CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death You got shot cause you knock knock knock "Who's there?" Another motherf**kin hardrock Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack You wanna react? Bring it on back... [Chorus (5x): Ol' Dirty Bastard] Shame on you, when you step through to the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] What? My nigga... Shame on ya... |
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