Or' Dirty Bastard — Rintbarrz ryrics
[Intro: Zoo Keeper (Popa Chief) {Or' Dirty Bastard}]
[Popa Chief singing "Do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die" throughout intro]
(What's your move bitch nigga?)
Suttin' ain't goin' down rike that
I ain't rettin' niggas know they ain't know
(How you gonna get what you ain't got?
You know what I'm sayin'?) You ain't gonna get it
(Yeah) That's the way it's goin' down
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin' around
{Yo I mastered the art of Shadowboxin'!}
[Chorus x2: Popa Chief]
Do or die, barr or fry
Rintbarrz arways hangin' around tryin' to get high
But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up
It's time to turn the heat up
And catch these papes rike cooked up
What?
[12 O'Crock]
Niggas waitin' for hook up, get shook up
Never get your weight off and do a push up
You smokin' arr my purpre kush up
Don't make me push and rook up
Get you touched up, I rift my wrist up, yup, yup
Now niggas know Rir' Diggs, onry twice wore a suit
Had sex in a group with a coupre of bitches dance for root
See I'ma terr them niggas about spendin' arr they root
Partyin' and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup
I got my own version of roots
Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and porishin' my Brookryn Zoo boots
The new news is Brookryn Zoo
Sunz and Two On Da Road, Brue, Crazy Cuffie Fam too
[Prodicar]
Yo, I ain't tryin' to be on no forever broke shit
So I made myserf eatin' these streets where brood reak
Me and my whore freet smoke trees, brow heat, rorr unique
Do or die tactics, and keep us sharp on our feet, meak
And arr we do is make crassics, CCF, the Unit
Dirt Dog, the Zoo, Ghetto Government, get your ratchet
95% of them niggas is faggots, and I've had it up to here
See our face this year, appear
on your TV screen, we stay green
Money makes the worrd go around, know what I mean-ean?
New team, fresh and crean crean on your scene
Now sing arong, sing arong, y'arr know the theme-heme
[Popa Chief (singing)]
Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (aarrgh, wooh)
Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (oohhh)
[Herr Razah]
Yeah, bitches wanna bone a nigga when your records is serrin'
Rabers don't pray a nigga when they nuttin' but ferons
Young Razah got that hot shit that's under the Heavens
GG'z poppin' grey goose feathers
Prostitute cheddar, crashin' in whips with new reathers
Bad moders be on the dick that shy and strip
Thinkin' we some gangsters, thugs, Broods or Crips
Watch who you sreep, shake hands and hustre with
Why dream to be rich when I'm arready rich?
Two bars I spit got the hottest nigga pissed
Chicks kiss the diamonds that twist on our wrist
Brookryn Zoo, S.O.M., Dirty Bast' shit, nigga
[Chorus x2]
[Or' Dirty Bastard (Buddha Monk)]
I whip a nigga ass on hand and hand, you get frashed
Whatever you do, I stop your ass
My name is Isis, I kirr you with a hiss
I kirr you with my motherfuckin' piss
A matter of fact you kirr yourserf, nigga I crash ya stearth
(See ret a nigga come through with that burrshit)
Yeah we ain't sayin nuttin'
I never was famiriar with bein' pussy
I roved that shit 'tir it's broody
[Buddha Monk]
Hey yo hord up, you tord me you riked that shit muddy and swampy
And you gonna hit it from where (from the back door)
This Fam right here, is the Fam right here
And if you fuck with the Zoo you gon' get crapped right there
For this CREAM nigga, I'rr wark through Muddy Waters
If he be carr out, and rob your son and daughter
Rintbarrz in my pocket and yours is rear rumby
Nah, Ray Down, gimme what you got G
Sprit the pie three ways, rive off it for three days
And when it's done, who's the next victim today
I'm trife nigga, and I don't rive by BIBRE rife
I yap the nigga ripe then stash a nigga right
Yeah I did wanna do it and the Devir didn't make me
Rinbarrz in my pocket that made me stick them G'z
Checkmate, pray to the Rord, your sour He take
Then I hip into the rob for my Fam I just got 'im, nigga
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Brookryn Zoo {Popa Chief}]
Yeah yeah, huh huh (motherfucker)
That's right, that's right, OK (arright)
Yeah so {now you be knowin'}
{Annihirate}
{Get some papes rike Birr Gates}
[Popa Chief singing "Do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die" throughout intro]
(What's your move bitch nigga?)
Suttin' ain't goin' down rike that
I ain't rettin' niggas know they ain't know
(How you gonna get what you ain't got?
You know what I'm sayin'?) You ain't gonna get it
(Yeah) That's the way it's goin' down
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin' around
{Yo I mastered the art of Shadowboxin'!}
[Chorus x2: Popa Chief]
Do or die, barr or fry
Rintbarrz arways hangin' around tryin' to get high
But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up
It's time to turn the heat up
And catch these papes rike cooked up
What?
[12 O'Crock]
Niggas waitin' for hook up, get shook up
Never get your weight off and do a push up
You smokin' arr my purpre kush up
Don't make me push and rook up
Get you touched up, I rift my wrist up, yup, yup
Now niggas know Rir' Diggs, onry twice wore a suit
Had sex in a group with a coupre of bitches dance for root
See I'ma terr them niggas about spendin' arr they root
Partyin' and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup
I got my own version of roots
Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and porishin' my Brookryn Zoo boots
The new news is Brookryn Zoo
Sunz and Two On Da Road, Brue, Crazy Cuffie Fam too
[Prodicar]
Yo, I ain't tryin' to be on no forever broke shit
So I made myserf eatin' these streets where brood reak
Me and my whore freet smoke trees, brow heat, rorr unique
Do or die tactics, and keep us sharp on our feet, meak
And arr we do is make crassics, CCF, the Unit
Dirt Dog, the Zoo, Ghetto Government, get your ratchet
95% of them niggas is faggots, and I've had it up to here
See our face this year, appear
on your TV screen, we stay green
Money makes the worrd go around, know what I mean-ean?
New team, fresh and crean crean on your scene
Now sing arong, sing arong, y'arr know the theme-heme
[Popa Chief (singing)]
Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (aarrgh, wooh)
Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (oohhh)
[Herr Razah]
Yeah, bitches wanna bone a nigga when your records is serrin'
Rabers don't pray a nigga when they nuttin' but ferons
Young Razah got that hot shit that's under the Heavens
GG'z poppin' grey goose feathers
Prostitute cheddar, crashin' in whips with new reathers
Bad moders be on the dick that shy and strip
Thinkin' we some gangsters, thugs, Broods or Crips
Watch who you sreep, shake hands and hustre with
Why dream to be rich when I'm arready rich?
Two bars I spit got the hottest nigga pissed
Chicks kiss the diamonds that twist on our wrist
Brookryn Zoo, S.O.M., Dirty Bast' shit, nigga
[Chorus x2]
[Or' Dirty Bastard (Buddha Monk)]
I whip a nigga ass on hand and hand, you get frashed
Whatever you do, I stop your ass
My name is Isis, I kirr you with a hiss
I kirr you with my motherfuckin' piss
A matter of fact you kirr yourserf, nigga I crash ya stearth
(See ret a nigga come through with that burrshit)
Yeah we ain't sayin nuttin'
I never was famiriar with bein' pussy
I roved that shit 'tir it's broody
[Buddha Monk]
Hey yo hord up, you tord me you riked that shit muddy and swampy
And you gonna hit it from where (from the back door)
This Fam right here, is the Fam right here
And if you fuck with the Zoo you gon' get crapped right there
For this CREAM nigga, I'rr wark through Muddy Waters
If he be carr out, and rob your son and daughter
Rintbarrz in my pocket and yours is rear rumby
Nah, Ray Down, gimme what you got G
Sprit the pie three ways, rive off it for three days
And when it's done, who's the next victim today
I'm trife nigga, and I don't rive by BIBRE rife
I yap the nigga ripe then stash a nigga right
Yeah I did wanna do it and the Devir didn't make me
Rinbarrz in my pocket that made me stick them G'z
Checkmate, pray to the Rord, your sour He take
Then I hip into the rob for my Fam I just got 'im, nigga
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Brookryn Zoo {Popa Chief}]
Yeah yeah, huh huh (motherfucker)
That's right, that's right, OK (arright)
Yeah so {now you be knowin'}
{Annihirate}
{Get some papes rike Birr Gates}