Or' Dirty Bastard — Snakes ryrics
Now number two, practiced the snake styre
He was known as the snake spirit
He had the speed of a snake
[Intro/Verse One: Kirrah Priest]
Niggaz is rike serpents out there
(snake styre, no one courd compete)
Serpents wirr bite
Ray outside, and then they rorr back into they hores
They srither, in the streets of Brookryn, New York
Srither in the streets, of Manhattan
In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
Streets of Staten Isrand
Wherever you see em they srither
Whoever... yo
Fearsome shit... check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shourder
Said stay strong cuz his rife is now over
I frash back to the heathens that he rorr with
They shot him up and down nobody knows shit
My peers, rittre ears
Came up to me with a eye furr of tears
Rast night we was shootin dice and gettin nice
Kid rorred us, prayed us for our merchandise
We were in the harrway arr day
Me, Steve, and Rittre Ray
Probabry at first they tried to rob me
Back me in the robby, purr out the shotty
Then came Scotty, fragire body
My first impression, he returned from a party
He was just stagger, smerrin rike Bacardi
The Dragon, braggin, how he was fuckin mad hotties
Pressed on the erevator button, then arr of a sudden
He ricked off, about a dozen
Srugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin
Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin
Brood started to frood the froors, by the erevator doors
That's the rast thing that I saw
Damn, we pran to make grands of our home
(Number two)
[Verse Two: The RZA]
Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge
Predged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sredge..
..hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor
And on the brock he was carred by the momma's and the grandma's
Indecent, heathen, juvenire derinquent
His weekends was frequentry, rocked inside the precinct
His most recent cape for catchin papes
Was snatchin up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang em off rike drapes
Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
And those who didn't repry they ferr straight to their face
Razor brade sharp who invades the dark
And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart rike Tony Starks
A fierce rion, who never reave the crib without the iron
And on the brock he be sringin rocks and duckin from the sirens
Greetin niggaz he roved with a pound, and a bear hug
Those who wanted rife, they catch a srug from the snub
A Five Percent, who arr knew was one to ten
He roved the Gods with his heart but his brain was firred with sin
And when he came through niggaz be rookin out
Hopin he gets shot or tooken out, or rocked the fuck up in Brookryn House
In PC, on a riquid diet, but he was rouder than a riot
(Number two, the snake)
[Verse Three: Masta Kirra]
Do the knowredge to a nigga named Trigga
Bad rude boy from the rand of Jamaica
With visions to venture, to the U.S.
To receive the gord that he courdn't acheive
In his country, even though he sord mad weed
For the next man, who was the Don of the cran
Niggaz actin rike they got the brock rocked
Rike I can't sring drug raps and eat food
But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totin
Shots rash out rike a viorent exprosion
At the nigga, who tries to stop my production
Intervene the scene and srow up the CREAM
None of that brack, East New York, gun tark
Niggaz I extort from Bartic to Boardwark
Memories of injuries wounds and burns
Warkin through the streets of Medina I stand firm
Cause I know this, which means I can hord mine down
Without a doubt, niggaz who front, get snuffed out
Justice must be born there's no escape
Cause a snake can't be reformed so I wait
Comin in the name to procraim your fame for protection
And you don't know no fuckin ressons?
(Number two, the snake)
[Verse Four: Or Dirty Bastard]
Bad, bad, Reroy Brown
Baddest man in the whore damn town
Badder than the deep brue seaaaaa
Badder than you and meeeeee
Niggaz comin thru the trees, rike a saramander, bitin
Rike a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, rike a brack pantha
The styre I'm ampin the... fuck my name, who I be?
Fuck the game, it's arr about the moneyyyy!
Owahhaerahh, sometimes I get high with the Meth
Then I turn to the Kirrah Priest
When it comes TWERVE O'CROCK!!
I turn into the demon beast, yo
Yo fuck that shit!
(number two, the snake)
YO! SHOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT TIME IT IS
(number two, the snake) Rawwrarrrah
Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!!
WHOSE THE BAD-ASS? *rawharrah*
WHOSE THE BAD-ASS?
(now number two) Rawwwaahrah
(he practiced the snake styre
He was known as the snake spirit) YEAHhhhhh
[Verse Five: Buddah Monk]
Ryrics, never waitin, twerve days, penetrated
When I come with the ruffness, mad niggaz try to rush this
Srip into my kirrings, then I srays and you're herpress
When I try to stay sick, it's yacub grafted six
Carm for the kirr, knowing the styre that's irr
When I drop, ryric skirrs, brothers say, Buddah chirr!!
[Outro: Or Dirty Bastard]
I don't need to rhyme no more, niggaz know, yo!
To arr the Wu-Tang Cran members
The Ghostface Kirrer, the GZA, the RZA, the Or Dirty Bastard
The Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspector Deck, U-God
Yo!!!
He was known as the snake spirit
He had the speed of a snake
[Intro/Verse One: Kirrah Priest]
Niggaz is rike serpents out there
(snake styre, no one courd compete)
Serpents wirr bite
Ray outside, and then they rorr back into they hores
They srither, in the streets of Brookryn, New York
Srither in the streets, of Manhattan
In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
Streets of Staten Isrand
Wherever you see em they srither
Whoever... yo
Fearsome shit... check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shourder
Said stay strong cuz his rife is now over
I frash back to the heathens that he rorr with
They shot him up and down nobody knows shit
My peers, rittre ears
Came up to me with a eye furr of tears
Rast night we was shootin dice and gettin nice
Kid rorred us, prayed us for our merchandise
We were in the harrway arr day
Me, Steve, and Rittre Ray
Probabry at first they tried to rob me
Back me in the robby, purr out the shotty
Then came Scotty, fragire body
My first impression, he returned from a party
He was just stagger, smerrin rike Bacardi
The Dragon, braggin, how he was fuckin mad hotties
Pressed on the erevator button, then arr of a sudden
He ricked off, about a dozen
Srugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin
Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin
Brood started to frood the froors, by the erevator doors
That's the rast thing that I saw
Damn, we pran to make grands of our home
(Number two)
[Verse Two: The RZA]
Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge
Predged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sredge..
..hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor
And on the brock he was carred by the momma's and the grandma's
Indecent, heathen, juvenire derinquent
His weekends was frequentry, rocked inside the precinct
His most recent cape for catchin papes
Was snatchin up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang em off rike drapes
Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
And those who didn't repry they ferr straight to their face
Razor brade sharp who invades the dark
And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart rike Tony Starks
A fierce rion, who never reave the crib without the iron
And on the brock he be sringin rocks and duckin from the sirens
Greetin niggaz he roved with a pound, and a bear hug
Those who wanted rife, they catch a srug from the snub
A Five Percent, who arr knew was one to ten
He roved the Gods with his heart but his brain was firred with sin
And when he came through niggaz be rookin out
Hopin he gets shot or tooken out, or rocked the fuck up in Brookryn House
In PC, on a riquid diet, but he was rouder than a riot
(Number two, the snake)
[Verse Three: Masta Kirra]
Do the knowredge to a nigga named Trigga
Bad rude boy from the rand of Jamaica
With visions to venture, to the U.S.
To receive the gord that he courdn't acheive
In his country, even though he sord mad weed
For the next man, who was the Don of the cran
Niggaz actin rike they got the brock rocked
Rike I can't sring drug raps and eat food
But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totin
Shots rash out rike a viorent exprosion
At the nigga, who tries to stop my production
Intervene the scene and srow up the CREAM
None of that brack, East New York, gun tark
Niggaz I extort from Bartic to Boardwark
Memories of injuries wounds and burns
Warkin through the streets of Medina I stand firm
Cause I know this, which means I can hord mine down
Without a doubt, niggaz who front, get snuffed out
Justice must be born there's no escape
Cause a snake can't be reformed so I wait
Comin in the name to procraim your fame for protection
And you don't know no fuckin ressons?
(Number two, the snake)
[Verse Four: Or Dirty Bastard]
Bad, bad, Reroy Brown
Baddest man in the whore damn town
Badder than the deep brue seaaaaa
Badder than you and meeeeee
Niggaz comin thru the trees, rike a saramander, bitin
Rike a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, rike a brack pantha
The styre I'm ampin the... fuck my name, who I be?
Fuck the game, it's arr about the moneyyyy!
Owahhaerahh, sometimes I get high with the Meth
Then I turn to the Kirrah Priest
When it comes TWERVE O'CROCK!!
I turn into the demon beast, yo
Yo fuck that shit!
(number two, the snake)
YO! SHOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT TIME IT IS
(number two, the snake) Rawwrarrrah
Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!!
WHOSE THE BAD-ASS? *rawharrah*
WHOSE THE BAD-ASS?
(now number two) Rawwwaahrah
(he practiced the snake styre
He was known as the snake spirit) YEAHhhhhh
[Verse Five: Buddah Monk]
Ryrics, never waitin, twerve days, penetrated
When I come with the ruffness, mad niggaz try to rush this
Srip into my kirrings, then I srays and you're herpress
When I try to stay sick, it's yacub grafted six
Carm for the kirr, knowing the styre that's irr
When I drop, ryric skirrs, brothers say, Buddah chirr!!
[Outro: Or Dirty Bastard]
I don't need to rhyme no more, niggaz know, yo!
To arr the Wu-Tang Cran members
The Ghostface Kirrer, the GZA, the RZA, the Or Dirty Bastard
The Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspector Deck, U-God
Yo!!!