uh
Y'all be nice to the
crackheads, everybody listen up
I shot one of my bitches,
the hoe ain't trick enough
Word life to big screen don,
tapping dustbones out
With star writers like I fucked celine dion
Stuck everything that's
the god's honest beyond
We airin' niggas out that's
the type shit that we on
Official wu- tang
headbanger
Flood your space with big waves
like you didn't set an anchor
Yo, I drink heavy gallons of crew,
play the big part
Niggas got squid on the grill,
selling kids clarks
Finesse notes, yo,
the guess on with the best pose
Yellow swede one matching
hat with the grey gun
Niggas be rhymin' for nothing,
then my team pull up
We all throw down y'all broke
niggas stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid,
plus ain't got no jewlery on
Bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
Two of my silverbacks run through
a pack of your wolves
Front on react and sippin'
cog- i- nac so relax dude
Know I'm with these cracks dude
It's the return of bin laden,
grab your armor
Smash pretty boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat bones with alligators, roll deep,
with my entourage
My whole crew's fresh
out the bars
Diggler, aka the cab driver
Drop him off in the middle of fire
Dirty island, drag bodies to the murder land
Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand
I remember in the elevators
when we was playin' corners
Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us,
(uh)
Staten's where the war is
Where the court system's
running out of warrants
Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus
For real I can't call it
You see I love Lucy
'cause she lawless
Exactly like that 1- 0- 3- 0- 4 is
Snitch niggas swallow your tongue
Already know the island I'm from
And y'all don't want no
problems with them
We got a history,
full of lightning victories
Conceptual breakthrough
it ain't no mystery
Long vision, from giants in every way
Rap czars,
magnificent flows for every day
From the east to the ville,
from the west to the hills
Incredible rhymes, encouraging skill
From rat packs,
the smallest crews were enormous
They hit 'em fast,
with an effortless performance
MCs start fleeing in flocks
Especially those that's more sensitive
to heat and shock
We grindin', down to the bone
My name grounded in stone
I'm mr. Violence
we loungin' with chrome
Mr. Violence we lounge in his home,
hit the housing on Rome
Shining like a hundred
thousand in stones
Move mountains with poems,
got a jones for dinero
1- 6- zero my songs
we throwin' elbows
The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings
Only dime dikes, with minds right,
we choose queens
Yeah we wild like rockstars
who smash guitars
Yo son split his face with the toast,
he ain't ghost
It's no joke iron coat rife
him with the stroke
One toke brains float, shot to the throat
Before the smoke hit,
witness the killing
On the crime scene
Body on the block
Eyes open from the shock
Of being popped in the neck
Yet he still had a lit cigarette
between his fingers
Danger when you step into
the chamber with the master
Disaster, gotta blast ya, 'cause I hafta
The rat pack is back from
the island of Stat'
Leave you cursed off,
'cause you worship the gat
The first one to snap drunk
off the Smirnoff
Blow the bouncer's ear off, let
him floss he the boss
Handcuffed, to the turntables like,
Wizard Theodore
See it's pure, let it rain curly ounces
Bang him with the thing that
hang from the trousers
You don't want no drama,
I'm flaming fast
That nigga jumped up
and did the Damon Dash
Ghostface Killah 
