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  • 作词 : Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
    作曲 : Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
    Now number two, practiced the snake style
    He was known as the snake spirit
    He had the speed of a snake
    Intro/Verse One:Killah Priest
    *****z is like serpents out there
    [snake style, no one could compete]
    Serpents will bite
    Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
    They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
    Slither in the streets, of Manhattan
    In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
    Streets of Staten Island
    Wherever you see em they slither
    Whoever... yo
    Fearsome ****... check it out
    Yo, yo
    It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
    Said stay strong cuz his life is now over
    I flash back to the heathens that he roll with
    They shot him up and down nobody knows ****
    My peers, little ears
    Came up to me with a eye full of tears
    Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice
    Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise
    We were in the hallway all day
    Me, Steve, and Little Ray
    Probably at first they tried to rob me
    Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
    Then came Scotty, fragile body
    My first impression, he returned from a party
    He was just stagger, smellin like Bacardi
    The Dragon, braggin, how he was ****in mad hotties
    Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden
    He licked off, about a dozen
    Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin
    Nobody was standin when the ***** started bustin
    Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors
    That's the last thing that I saw
    Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
    [Number two]
    Verse Two: The RZA
    Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge
    Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge..
    ..hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor
    And on the block he was called by the momma's and the grandma's
    Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent
    His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct
    His most recent cape for catchin papes
    Was snatchin up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang em off like drapes
    Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
    And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face
    Razor blade sharp who invades the dark
    And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony Starks
    A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the iron
    And on the block he be slingin rocks and duckin from the sirens
    Greetin *****z he loved with a pound, and a bear hug
    Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub
    A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten
    He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin
    And when he came through *****z be lookin out
    Hopin he gets shot or tooken out, or locked the **** up in Brooklyn House
    In PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot
    [Number two, the snake]
    Verse Three: Masta Killa
    Do the knowledge to a ***** named Trigga
    Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica
    With visions to venture, to the U.S.
    To receive the gold that he couldn't acheive
    in his country, even though he sold mad ****
    for the next man, who was the Don of the clan
    *****z actin like they got the block locked
    Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
    But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totin
    Shots lash out like a violent explosion
    at the *****, who tries to stop my production
    Intervene the scene and slow up the CREAM
    None of that black, East New York, gun talk
    *****z I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk
    Memories of injuries wounds and burns
    Walkin through the streets of Medina I stand firm
    Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down
    without a doubt, *****z 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 proclaim your fame for protection
    and you don't know no ****in lessons?
    [Number two, the snake]
    Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard
    Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
    Baddest man in the whole damn town
    Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa
    Badder than you and meeeeee
    *****z comin thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin
    Like a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, like a black pantha
    The style I'm ampin the... **** my name, who I be?
    **** the game, it's all about the moneyyyy!
    Owahhaerahh, sometimes I get high with the Meth
    Then I turn to the Killah Priest
    When it comes TWELVE O'CLOCK!!
    I turn into the demon beast, yo
    Yo **** that ****!
    [number two, the snake]
    YO! SHOW THESE ************S 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 style
    he was known as the snake spirit] YEAHhhhhh
    Verse Five: Buddah Monk
    Lyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetrated
    When I come with the ruffness, mad *****z try to rush this
    Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless
    When I try to stay sick, it's yacub grafted six
    Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill
    When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill!!
    Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard
    I don't need to rhyme no more, *****z know, yo!
    To all the Wu-Tang Clan members
    The Ghostface Killer, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol Dirty Bastard
    The Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspector Deck, U-God
    Yo!!!
  • 作词 : Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
    作曲 : Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
    Now number two, practiced the snake style
    He was known as the snake spirit
    He had the speed of a snake
    Intro/Verse One:Killah Priest
    *****z is like serpents out there
    [snake style, no one could compete]
    Serpents will bite
    Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
    They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
    Slither in the streets, of Manhattan
    In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
    Streets of Staten Island
    Wherever you see em they slither
    Whoever... yo
    Fearsome ****... check it out
    Yo, yo
    It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
    Said stay strong cuz his life is now over
    I flash back to the heathens that he roll with
    They shot him up and down nobody knows ****
    My peers, little ears
    Came up to me with a eye full of tears
    Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice
    Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise
    We were in the hallway all day
    Me, Steve, and Little Ray
    Probably at first they tried to rob me
    Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
    Then came Scotty, fragile body
    My first impression, he returned from a party
    He was just stagger, smellin like Bacardi
    The Dragon, braggin, how he was ****in mad hotties
    Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden
    He licked off, about a dozen
    Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin
    Nobody was standin when the ***** started bustin
    Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors
    That's the last thing that I saw
    Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
    [Number two]
    Verse Two: The RZA
    Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge
    Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge..
    ..hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor
    And on the block he was called by the momma's and the grandma's
    Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent
    His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct
    His most recent cape for catchin papes
    Was snatchin up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang em off like drapes
    Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
    And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face
    Razor blade sharp who invades the dark
    And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony Starks
    A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the iron
    And on the block he be slingin rocks and duckin from the sirens
    Greetin *****z he loved with a pound, and a bear hug
    Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub
    A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten
    He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin
    And when he came through *****z be lookin out
    Hopin he gets shot or tooken out, or locked the **** up in Brooklyn House
    In PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot
    [Number two, the snake]
    Verse Three: Masta Killa
    Do the knowledge to a ***** named Trigga
    Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica
    With visions to venture, to the U.S.
    To receive the gold that he couldn't acheive
    in his country, even though he sold mad ****
    for the next man, who was the Don of the clan
    *****z actin like they got the block locked
    Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
    But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totin
    Shots lash out like a violent explosion
    at the *****, who tries to stop my production
    Intervene the scene and slow up the CREAM
    None of that black, East New York, gun talk
    *****z I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk
    Memories of injuries wounds and burns
    Walkin through the streets of Medina I stand firm
    Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down
    without a doubt, *****z 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 proclaim your fame for protection
    and you don't know no ****in lessons?
    [Number two, the snake]
    Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard
    Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
    Baddest man in the whole damn town
    Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa
    Badder than you and meeeeee
    *****z comin thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin
    Like a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, like a black pantha
    The style I'm ampin the... **** my name, who I be?
    **** the game, it's all about the moneyyyy!
    Owahhaerahh, sometimes I get high with the Meth
    Then I turn to the Killah Priest
    When it comes TWELVE O'CLOCK!!
    I turn into the demon beast, yo
    Yo **** that ****!
    [number two, the snake]
    YO! SHOW THESE ************S 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 style
    he was known as the snake spirit] YEAHhhhhh
    Verse Five: Buddah Monk
    Lyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetrated
    When I come with the ruffness, mad *****z try to rush this
    Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless
    When I try to stay sick, it's yacub grafted six
    Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill
    When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill!!
    Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard
    I don't need to rhyme no more, *****z know, yo!
    To all the Wu-Tang Clan members
    The Ghostface Killer, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol Dirty Bastard
    The Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspector Deck, U-God
    Yo!!!