B-52's, The

B-52's, The - Legal Tender lyrics

(feat. Wu-Tang Clan)

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Go head..


Give me all Gucci colors, my niggaz get real for brothers

We idolize big lines and nines

Jumping out of big joints live, projects

Lot of objects, front if you want, you gon' die

Lex with a sawed off, Killa gonna tax him in the Waldorff

All bloodhounds, pop, show it off

Actin' like that money ain't live

Built it from the getty-up, New York City gonna fry

Aiyo, son, I take mines, rape lines

Yeah, I'm realer than Riker's who orchestrate great crimes

Jump out the Lex', lookin' zesty, real Nestle

What, picture nigga, except bless me

God, I'm high-powered, gun of the hour, crafted Flowers

Give it the blend, double it, and blow like the Towers

All ya'll need to take showers, can't take what's ours, pa..

Been sellin' crack, been sellin' crack

Been sellin' crack, livin' the black

Revealin' how we flip that, strip cats

We write rich raps

Help out the body, me, similar to the Gotti

Story, I'm kinda young, son, a fly forty

The Reverend cold shittin' on shorty, did it to shorty pop

And gave him like ten in his jaw piece

Remember this sayin': "Staten Island Gun Slayers"

It's mayors, all gauges, minimum wage the raises..

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA reverses and flips voice samples)]

...up the Rock..

[Method Man]

Niggaz be killin' me, actin' like they ain't feelin' me

Knowin' they bustin' them guns with my artillery

Usin' my words as if it's his and hers

That's that shit that make me not wanna pass the herb

The fake artist, I'm coming Razor Sharp regardless

I bump lah, sowed of liquor, light and spark

Make it crunk live, the dirty dirty try and serve me

Like black folks in scary movies: you die early

Tony Toca, Meth Tical, vida loca

Esta loca, if she think I eat the chocha

Ma, toss the, smoke ya, win free (Winfrey) like Oprah

And un-hoast that roast, your meat, for the butcher

Licky lost ya, don't even come a step closer

When I approach a track, I slam like my culture


Chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that

[Method Man]

GZA told you it's a "Cold World", where ya heat at?..

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA reverses and flips voice samples)]

...up the Rock..


Hots on the shit, just so we can lock horns

Throw a package in the streets, get the block warm

Something happens when we meet, hit the block strong

Get it poppin' in your face, taste the popcorn

Now that we back on track, can't lose

My back gets huge, bitches Moulin Rouge

The way I move, the Cadillac, so smooth

Battle rap improve shit, light the fuse

Bruised off the booze liquor, doozy kicker

The dynamite style, shinin' lights still flicker

Wu-Tang stickers is a nuclear reaction

Tony Touch scratch the table, RZA on the back end

Pure, the talent, yes, yours truly

The brand combination of jazz, class and beauty

Here to do my duty, up another notch

The gospel according to rap is mega watts

Agenda never stop, dead center, mega hot

Go mop it up, go cop it when it drops..

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA reverses and flips voice samples)]

...up the Rock..

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Haha, they coming over here.

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