Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Vocals
Big Daddy Kane
Big Daddy Kane
Sampled Artist
LL COOL J
LL COOL J
Sampled Artist
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Harris
Derrick Harris
Songwriter
Russell T. Jones
Russell T. Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Mixing Engineer
True Master
True Master
Producer
Jimmie Lee
Jimmie Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Buddah Monk
Buddah Monk
Mixing Engineer
Jack Hersca
Jack Hersca
Mixing Engineer
RZA
RZA
Mixing Engineer
Ethan Ryman
Ethan Ryman
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Shit Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now Ain't no- none of them niggas can't fuck with me What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What? Bust your motherfucking ass, boy I ain't no motherfucking joke You know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that nigga ass, word up) Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'? I'll fuck you up right now Yeah, what? What? What? He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him I'm the one-man army, Ason I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out I drop science like Cosby dropping babies Enough to make a nigga go crazy In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines Your ass thought you were better than Ason? I keep planets in orbit While I be coming with deeper and more shit Enough to make you break and shake your ass As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes This style, I'm mastered in Niggas catching headaches, what? What? You need aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol Fuck around, get sprayed with Lysol In your face like a can of mace, baby Is it burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning How I don't even like your motherfucking profile Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow! Last seen and heard, no one knows You forget, niggas be quiet as kept Now you know nothing Before you knew a whole fucking lot Your ass don't wanna get shot A lot of MC's came to my showdown And watched me put your fucking ass low down As you can go, below zero Without a doubt, I never been tooken out By a nigga who couldn't figure Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo) How to pull a fucking gun trigger, I said, "Get the fuck outta here" Nigga wanna get too close to the utmost But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name My hip-hop drops on your head like rain And when it rains, it pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw Talent that I got will rizzock the spot MC's, I'll be burning, burning hot Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target Nigga, get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit So I'll take your ass out quick The mics, I'm had it, my nigga, you can suck my dick If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock "Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack You wanna react? Bring it on back (back) Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo (Brooklyn Zoo, what?) Shame on you when you step through to (my nigga) The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo What? My nigga Shame on you Shame- Shame on you when you step through to- Shame on-, shame on- Shame on you when you step through to- Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo What? My nigga
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Russell T. Jones, Dennis David Coles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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