As High As Wu Tang Get (feat. Ol Dirty Bastard and GZA)

Come on in Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn (Come on in) Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn dnn dah (Come on, come on, come on in) Dnn-da-duh-duh-dah, you bitch ass niggaz (Come on in, come on, come on, come on in) As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long Make it brief son, half short and twice strong No doubt, it took time searchin', eventually It was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source You can't flow, must be the speech impediment You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President Whether in Amsterdam smokin' seven grams of green Then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical To analytical analogy, insurance policies why Said he know that sounds define the note Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes Too many dope niggaz I see starvin' Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain Wu slay regardless to whom or what, five mics five nights Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights A fugitive bass playin' rap czar Smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it Tical got a hold on ya, doin' exactly What the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin' The ways these rhymes keep comin', at cha splash ya Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts Prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff An MC too good to be touched, John John Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold Unless we move on, saga unfold Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger Caught up in a cliffhanger Yo, INS another code red, danger, break out the vest Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here Don't ever roam, in the naked city Eight Fingers stories none pretty Bomb 'em wit' the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin' be critical Peace to Tang, gettin' high on your physical Dis next drink is a toast to your memory When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it