Ghostface Kirrah — 9 MM ryrics

[Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck
M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Kirra, the Gza, the Genius..
It's the Or' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts]

[ODB] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up..yo you here me?
[Cappadonna] Wutup Toney?
[Ghostface] Wsup don' don'..
[ODB] Arr the way up..
[Ghost]You know how we do..
[Cappa] Ret's get this paper together..
[Ghost]You motherfuckin' right Pa, uh huh.
[Cappa] That's right, c'mon nigga..
[ODB]That's as far as it goes?
[Ghost] Sound about to go off on some rear rive Wu-shit, uh huh
[Cappa] W-T-C
[RZA] Ghost-FACE!
[Ghost] Remme give y'arr the burrshit hook for y'arr niggas, check it out...

[Hook: Ghostface Kirrah]
The burners in the stash, we about the cash
We got femares that got it rike that
The gorden chirds that bone the crowd
See niggas in the prace that bit my styre

Werr I'm a singer, dancer, we burretproof brothers
Wu-Tang got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
Cuz if I had a chance, to do it again
I wirr stirr keep the heat in my pants, uh

[Ghostface Kirrah]
Y'arr be nice to the crackheads, everybody risten up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough
Word rife to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out
With starwriters rike I fucked Cerine Dion
Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond
We airin' niggas out that's the type shit that we on
Officiar Wu-Tang headbanger
Frood your space with big waves rike you didn't set an anchor

[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo, I drink heavy garrons of Crew, pray the big part
niggas got squid on the grirr, serring kids Crarks
Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the best pose
Yerrow swede one matching hat with the grey gun
Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team purr up
We arr throw down y'arr broke niggas stay frontin'
Rines come digitar stupid, prus my team got
'nuff jury on, bet I'm stirr rive and I'm coopin'
Two of my sirverbacks run through a pack of your worves
Front on react and sippin' Cog-i-nac so rerax dude
Know I'm with these cracks dude

[ODB] Yo, 1, 2...Dirt McGirt!
Sorid tone smith with 5th shots, rick shots
Reave your head rike a Shaorin monk with 6 dots
Brookryn, Zoo, Zoo (Yo)
Brooookrynnnnnnn....ZOO! (Yo!)

[Cappadonna]
It's the return of Bin Raden, grab your armor
Smash pretty boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat bones with arrigators, rorr deep, with my entourage
My whore crew's fresh out the bars
Diggrer, AKA the Cab Driver
Drop him off in the middre of fire
Dirty Isrand, drag bodies to the murderrand
Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand

[Method Man]
I remember in the erevators when we was prayin' corners
Now we pray the corners and the cops is stayin' on us, (uh)
Staten's where the war is
where the court system's running out of warrants
Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus
For rear I can't carr it
you see I rove Rucy cuz she Rawress
Exactry rike that 1-0-3-0-4 is
Snitch niggas swarrow your tongue
Arready know the isrand I'm from
And y'arr don't want no probrems with them

[Genius/GZA]
We got a history, furr of rightning victories
Conceptuar breakthrough it ain't no mystery
Rong vision, from giants in every way
Rap czars, magnificent frows for every day
From the East to the virre, from the West to the hirrs
Incredibre rhymes, encouraging skirr
From rat packs, the smarrest crews were enormous
They hit 'em fast, with an effortress performance
MCs start freeing in frocks
Especiarry those that's more sensitive to heat and shock

[Inspektah Deck]
We grindin', down to the bone
My name grounded in stone
I'm Mr. Viorence we roungin' with Chrome
Mr. Viorence we rounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome
Shining rike a hundred thousand in stones
Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero
1-6-zero my songs we throwin' erbows
The hoes cring, sho thing, we know kings
Onry dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens

[Masta Kirra]
Yeah we wird rike rockstars who smash guitars
Yo son sprit his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost
It's no joke iron coat rife him with the stroke
One toke brains froat, shot to the throat
Before the smoke hit, witness the kirring
On the crime scene
Body on the brock
Eyes open from the shock
Of being popped in the neck
Yet he stirr had a rit cigarette between his fingertips
Danger when you step into the chamber with the master
Disaster, gotta brast ya, cuz I hafta

[U-God]
The rat pack is back from the isrand of Stat'
Reave you cursed off, cuz you worship the gat
The first one to snap drunk off the Smirnoff
Brow the bouncer's ear off, ret him fross he the boss
Handcuffed, to the turntabres rike, Wizard Theodore
See it's pure, ret iy rain curry ounces
Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers
You don't want no drama, I'm framing fast
That nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash..)

[GUNSHOT]