Wu-tang Clan

Wu-tang Clan - BROOKLYN ZOO lyrics

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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now!

Ain't none of them niggas can't fuck with me!

What? Nigga you could never fuck with me, my nigga!

Dirt fuck you up right now! What? What? What?

I bust your motherfuckin ass boy!

I ain't no motherfuckin joke, you know who you talkin to

(Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)

Ol' Dirty Bastard, I fuck you up right now

Yeah, what? What? (Shame on that nigga yo

He ain't sayin nothin, fuck him!)

I'm the one-man army, Ason

I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out

I drop science like girls be droppin babies

Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy

Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines

Your ass thought you were better than

Ason, I keep planets in orbit

While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit

Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass

'cause I create rhymes good as a tasty cake, mix

This style, I'm mastered in

Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin?

This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol

Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol

In your face like a can of mace, baby

Is it burnin? Well, fuck it, now you're learnin

how, I don't even like your motherfuckin profile

Give me my fuckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW!

Not seen and heard, no one knows

You forget, niggas be quiet as kept

Now you know nothin

Before you knew a whole fuckin lot

Your ass don't wanna get shot

A lot of MC's came to my showdown

To watch me put your fuckin ass lo-o-ow down

As you can go, below zero

without a doubt I've never been tooken out

by a nigga, who couldn't figure

Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure

Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)

how to pull a fuckin gun trigger

I said "Get the fuck outta here!"

Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost

But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host

Introducin, yo fuck that nigga's name

My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain

And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore

That's why I give you more of the raw

talent that I got will riz-ock the spot

MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot

Whoa-hoa-hoa! Get me like slow-mo with the flow

If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know

I'm homicidal when you enter the target

Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit

So I take yo ass out quick

The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick

If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep'

CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death

You got shot cause you knock knock knock

"Who's there?" Another motherfuckin hardrock

Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack

You wanna react? Bring it on back...

[Chorus (5x): Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Shame on you, when you step through to

the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

What? My nigga...

Shame on ya...

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