DPG, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, DPG, ****

Better use your third eye

See what I see (Ride out)

Bitches

We ridin' out, East to West Coast

I'ma tell you **** like this, Kurupt Young Gotti, Masta Killa

Listen (Yeah)

Push come to shove, I'ma shove and push

Hit the button and go to war like G.W. Bush (Boom)

The Grammy-nominated murderer of the week

It's just the peers, so shut the fuck up, let a real **** speak

You're outta luck, and I just don't give a fuck

Now let's change the pace, rats in a rat race

Everybody's tellin' on each other straight to they face

I got a question (What's the question?)

Here's where the push is

Are you ready to get squeezed like octopuses?

I told Killa (What?), my **** (What?), on the grilla (What?)

Gorillas, these **** is weasels and armadillos (Armadillos)

But you ain't like my **** Weasel Loc

One whistle, all the pistols send some smoke (Send some smoke)

Wu-Tang, DPG (Let's go)

Look, look (There's the Killa)

I got the 9 right over your shoulder, from the blind side (Brr)

Hit him high, I spit him the venom, he won't survive

The mic assault lethal

Regal Eagle, claw sequel, teachin' you perfectionist

Excellent swordplay, the specialist, ambidextrous

Breakin' your jaw with either hand, treacherous

Years proven and shown, spit lyrics that crack bone

It's grown-man time we on, thoughts of pure stone

DPG, Wu-Tang Clan, destroy the fake clones

Lose your life for the wrong tone if you ain't steppin' right

The mic height is outta reach, so why reach? Listen

Pay attention when we speak

Do the knowledge when I teach

To all human families of the planet and MCs (MCs)

Wannabes

Wannabes

DPG, Wu-Tang

What's up, y'all? This that **** Dash chillin' right here with Master Killa, Kurupt

You know what it is, motherfucker, every day, all day

West Coast, East Coast

Do the knowledge, motherfucker

Yeah