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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Vocals
Method Man
Method Man
Vocals
Raekwon
Raekwon
Vocals
Frankie Laine
Frankie Laine
Sampled Artist
Orange Crush
Orange Crush
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Russell T. Jones
Russell T. Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Mixing Engineer
RZA
RZA
Producer
Deden Sumandani
Deden Sumandani
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Buddah Monk
Buddah Monk
Mixing Engineer
Jack Hersca
Jack Hersca
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah! I wanna let all y'all niggas know in here tonight That this is that Wu-Tang shit This that shit that's gonna get you high See when you stimulate your own mind, for one common cause You see who's the real motherfuckers See what you see, is you what you see? (Can I say it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!) Be the original G Rhymin' on timin' and in the place to be (run blood claat tings!) They love to see me! You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed I want action, that's what I need I never put doubt in my mind 'Cause I know when I touch the mic, there's the rhyme See murder which is caused When you fuck with the negative and positive charge Then they came up, out my garage With the hit that's gonna be large Tired of sittin' on my fuckin' ass Niggas I know, be runnin' around with mad fuckin' cash Who the fuck wanna be an emcee If you can't get paid to be a fuckin' emcee? I came out my momma pussy, I'm on welfare Twenty-six years old, still on welfare! So I gotta get paid fully Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully With my Boston bloodthirsty process P-E-A-C-E Move 'em in, move 'em in Move 'em out, move 'em out Stick it up Raw hide! Yea, gotta come back to attack Killin' niggas who said they got stacks 'cause I don't give a fuck I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood Or bustin' your fuckin' face, some blood! I'm goin' out my fuckin' mind! Everytime I get around devils Let me calm down, you niggas better start runnin' 'Cause I'm comin', I'm dope like fuckin' heroin Wu-Tang Bloodkin, a goblin, who come tough like lambskin Imagine, gettin' shot up with Ol' Dirty insulin You bound to catch AIDS or somethin' Not sayin' I got it, but nigga, if I got it you got it! Yo, check the bulletproof fly shit, strong like Thai stick Then I'll remain to tear your frame, while I freaks it Like some fly new sneaks and shit Now eat my shit, bitch tried to creep and got hit Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date Wu-Tang, is bangin' like a Ron G tape RZA pump the shit just like a shotty Watch me run it John Gotti Collidin' on the track, like gin and watty Check the calender, I warn any challenger to step up Feel the blast from the silencer Move 'em in, move 'em in Move 'em out, move 'em out Stick it up Raw hide! Comin' soon to a theatre near you, it be the Wu Yeah, find yourself in the square and see it's true Actual facts to snack on and chew My positive energy sounds peace to you A wise man killed one horse and made glue Wicked women puttin' period blood in stew Don't that make the stew witches brew? I fear for the eighty-five that don't got a clue How could he know what the fuck he never knew? God-Cypher-Divine come to show and come to prove A mystery god that's the work of Yacub The Holy Ghost got you scared to death kid boo! Yeah, we always gotta keep it fly Fly for you to feel what you wants to feel See Wu-Tang like to thank all the people across the country All the people in America, all the people outside of America For listenin' to our music We gotta keep it fly for ya See, this ain't somethin' new That's just gonna come out of nowhere, no! This is somethin Ol' and Dirty! And Dirty! Yeah
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Clifford Smith, Russell T. Jones, Corey Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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