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[Intro: RZA]
Huh, after all these years,
what you said was true
The Shaolin and the
Wu-Tang is very dangerous

[Interlude 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
It's the ODB kid, once again
coming through your area
And I'm going to tell you
one time, you gon' love this

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
I had to get the money,
said it wasn't a choice
Die Hard's on the bars,
Ladies lovin' the voice
Morphine flow,
numbing your joints
Bomb a nigga like he number
81 from Detroit
Zombie life, World War Z
Antidote to your virus,
your highness, the world on me
Capital G, cool as
the dude from Dos Equis
So deadly, I don't
make it rain, I snow heavy
Sick lane, Nic Cage how
I ride with fire
Forever with bars,
sort of like a lifer
With the Son of Anarchy,
I be Breaking Bad
Walking Dead, day dreaming
of making a band
Dancing With the Stars,
Americans Idol me
The Mentalist with
the Big Bang Theory

[Hook: Method Man]
Still number one,
still number one,
still number one, one, one
Still number one,
still number one,
still number one, one, one

[Verse 2: U-God]
The most duplicated,
anticipated, validated
Urban legends in the books
with the ones who made it
Highly celebrated,
everything was work related
Current top 40 got the
Wu deep in all their business
20 years Killa Bees, yeah,
we hold the pennant
Monumental stance on the cover
with my co-defendants
Drop her sentence,
in remembrance
Construct these jewels so
they can live
through my descendants

[Bridge: Method Man]
Youngun, I can see
your draws, pull your pants up
Can't even call yourself
a man until you man up
And if you call yourself
a fan you need to stand up
This ain't a party,
it's a jux, keep your hands up
And I don't care who runs
the city when the summer come
Your summer's done, Wu forever,
and we're still number one

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Cappadonna]
Picture a nigga on the strip
getting rich off the drug shit
Putting other niggas on,
teaching ‘em thug shit
Then they want stick 'em up,
then they get slugs quick
Hood-type niggas always
living that crime life
Jealous-ass grimy niggas
seeing the limelight
Slimy old nigga like
fucking your man’s wife
Fool shouldn't use the
word brother, he man dyke

[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I spin my web
all across New York
Get it out in all types
of ice, there's a sport
One chain, two chain,
three chain, four
Niggas mouth's drop like
the leaves in the fall
Tone got that WBC
I take off heavy in air
ballons and land in the Fiji's
That's my bird and that's my word
You faggots keep fucking
around and get curbed

[Verse 6: GZA]
Forms circles like the
rings of Saturn
Dust rocks and ice
in a particular pattern
Then this fascinating
picture has emerged from surface
A wonder of the young
world with an urgent purpose
A wild fire engulfing every home
It's history chiseled
and carved in every stone
A workshop where skills are learned
Handcrafted and drafted,
written works the main concern
Urban center provided
with a social structure
And a curious culture
full of superconductors
Each stain is part of a scene with
Intricate geometric raps
on a larger screen
Spell bounding, marvellous
and it's surrounding
Viewpoints remain the same,
it's all astounding
A place where the
forgotten art is so powerful
A striking image is something
that's so valuable

[Interlude 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
This one's the blackout!
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth!

[Interlude 3: RZA]
GZA, this is called
Ruckus In B Minor
Rae, all those bad
times is behind us
Ghost, put that
mask on to remind us
Method Man, let 'em know
who's New York's finest

[Bridge + Hook]

[During hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Now I'mma let all
you motherfuckers know
Whether you from Brooklyn,
whether you from Manhattan
You from Queens nigga,
I don't give a fuck
Where you be motherfucker!

[Verse 6: Raekwon]
My lines is like Peruvian coke,
go ahead and try one
My recipe is A1
remarkable with my mixture
Rainman mathematician,
this city slicker
Finest threads cover my frame,
the cloths of royalty
Strive with an army
of winners and no pretenders
(*One*) We live free
and achieve more
But first we gotta win
with no stale mate
The all eye seeing is
victorious biz to the sound man

[Verse 7: Masta Killa]
All my trucks, tanks are
bulletproof, been the truth
Loot the track, clear the booth,
my thought ready, aim, shoot
My knowledge one twenty proof,
let's tear the roof off
Let's spray, M-A-S-T-A
King I Love-Love club,
pack stadium rock
I hold the mic snug, split a slug
Black ninja, mask and gloves

[Hook]

[Outro]