| [Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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| Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now!
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| Ain't none of them niggaz can't fuck with me!
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| What? |
| Nigga you could never fuck with me, my nigga!
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| (Ol' Dirty!) I'll fuck you up right now! |
| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| Bust your motherfuckin ass boy! |
| I ain't no motherfuckin joke
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| You know who you talkin to?
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| (Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
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| Ol' Dirty Bastard y'knahmsayin? |
| I'll fuck you up right now!
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| Yeah, what? |
| What? |
| (Get that nigga yo!
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| He ain't sayin nothin, fuck him!)
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| I'm the one-man army, Ason
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| I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out
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| I drop science like girls be droppin babies
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| Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy
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| Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines
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| Your ass thought you were better than
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| Ason, I keep planets in orbit
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| While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit
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| Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass
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| Cause I create, rhymes good as a Tasty Cake, mix
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| This style, I'm mastered in
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| Niggas catchin headaches, what? |
| What? |
| You need aspirin?
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| This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
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| Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol
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| In your face like a can of mace, baby
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| Is it burnin? |
| Well fuck it, now you're learnin
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| How, I don't even like your motherfuckin profile
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| Give me my fuckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW!
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| Not seen and heard, no one knows
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| You forget, niggaz be quiet as kept
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| Now you know nothin; |
| before you knew a whole fuckin lot
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| Your ass don't wanna get shot!
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| A lot of MC's came to my showdown
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| To watch me put your fuckin ass lo-o-ow down
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| As you can go, below zero
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| Without a doubt I've never been tooken out
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| By a nigga, who couldn't figure
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| Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure
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| Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
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| How to pull a fuckin gun trigger
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| I said, "Get the fuck outta here!"
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| Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost
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| But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
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| Introducin, yo FUCK that nigga's name!
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| My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain
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| And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
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| That's why I give you more of the raw
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| Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
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| MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot
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| Whoa-hoa-hoa! |
| Let me like slow up with the flow
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| If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
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| I'm homicidal when you enter the target
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| Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit!
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| So I take yo ass out quick
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| The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick
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| If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep'
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| CH-CH-BLAOW! |
| BLAOW! |
| BLAOW! |
| Blown to death
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| You got shot cause you knock knock knock
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| "Who's there?" |
| Another motherfuckin hardrock
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| Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack
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| You wanna react? |
| Bring it on back...
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| [Chorus (5x): Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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| Shame on you, when you step through to
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| The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
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| [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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| What? |
| My nigga...
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| Shame on ya... |