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[Intro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd + (some Caribbean woman)]
Yeah! I wanna let all y'all n*ggas know in here tonight
That this is that Wu-Tang sh*t
This that sh*t that's gonna get you high
See when you stimulate your own mind for one common cause
You see who's the real motherf*ckers
See what you see is you what you see
(You nuh see it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!)
Be the original G
Rhymin' on timin' in the place to be
(Run blood claat tings!)
Ladies love seein' me!

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed
I want action! That's what I need
I never put doubt on my mind
'Cause I know when I touch the mic, it's the rhyme
See murder which is caused
When you f*ck with the negative and positive charge
Then they came up out my garage
With the hit that's gonna be large
Tired of sittin' on my f*ckin ass
n*ggas I know be runnin' around with mad f*ckin' cash
Who the f*ck wanna be an emcee
If you can't get paid to be a f*ckin' emcee?
I came out my momma pus*y, I'm on welfare
Twenty-six years old–still on welfare
So I gotta get paid fully
Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully
With my Boston bloodthirsty posse
P-E-A-C-E
[Chorus: Method Man]
Move 'em in, move 'em in
Move 'em out, move 'em out
Stick it up {*whip sound*}
Raw hide!

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Yeah, gotta come back to attack
Killin' n*ggas who said they got stacks, 'cause I don't give a f*ck
I wanna see blood
Whether it's period blood or bustin' your f*ckin face
Some BLOOD!
I'm goin' out my f*ckin' mind!
Every time I get around devils...
Let me calm down, you n*ggas better start runnin'
'Cause I'm comin', I'm dope like f*ckin' heroin
Wu-Tang Bloodkin, a goblin, who come tough like lambskin
Imagine, gettin' shot up with Ol' Dirty insulin
You bound to catch AIDS or somethin'
Not sayin I got it, but n*gga, if I got it, you got it! What!

[Verse 3: Raekwon the Chef]
Yo, check the bulletproof fly sh*t, strong like Thai Stick
Then I'll remain to tear your frame while I freaks it
Like some fly new sneaks and sh*t
Now eat my sh*t, b*tch tried to creep and got hit
Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date
Wu-Tang is bangin' like a Ron G tape
RZA pump the sh*t just like a shotty
Watch me run it like John Gotti
Collidin' on the track like gin and watty
Check the calendar, I warn any challenger
To step up {*whoosh*} feel the blast from the silencer
[Chorus: Method Man]
Move 'em in, move 'em in
Move 'em out, move 'em out
Stick it up {*whip sound*}
Raw hide!

[Verse 4: Method Man]
Comin' soon to a theatre near you, it be the Wu
Yeah, find yourself in the square and see it's true
Actual facts to snack on and chew
My positive energy sounds peace to you
A wise man killed one horse and made glue
Wicked women puttin' period blood in stew
Don't that make the stew witches brew?
I fear for the eighty-five that don't got a clue
How could he know what the f*ck he never knew?
God-Cypher-Divine come to show and come to prove
A mystery god that's the work of Yacub
The Holy Ghost got you scared to death, kid, BOO!

[Outro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Yeah, we always gotta keep it fly
Fly for you to feel what you wants to feel
See Wu-Tang'd like to thank, all the people across the country
All the people in America, all the people outside of America
For listenin' to our music
We gotta keep it fly for ya!
See this ain't somethin' new
That's just gonna come out of nowhere, no!
This is somethin' old! And dirty!
And dirty!
Yeah
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