ODB Snakes Feat. Killah Priest, RZA, Masta Killa, & Buddah Monk Lyrics

It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong cuz his life is now over
I flash back to the heathens that he roll with
They shot him up and down nobody knows s___
My peers, little ears
Came up to me with a eye full of tears
Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice
Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise
We were in the hallway all day
Me, Steve, and Little Ray
Probably at first they tried to rob me
Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
Then came Scotty, fragile body
My first impression, he returned from a party
He was just stagger, smellin like Bacardi
The Dragon, braggin, how he was f___in mad hotties
Pressed on the elevator b___on, then all of a sudden
He licked off, about a dozen
Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin
Nobody was standin when the n____ started bustin
Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
d___, we plan to make grands of our home
(Number two)

[Verse Two: The RZA]

Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge..
..hammer, he didn't give a d___ about the manor
And on the block he was called by the momma's and the grandma's
Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent
His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct
His most recent cape for catchin papes
Was s_____in up snakes on a roof b___-naked hang em off like drapes
Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face
Razor blade sharp who invades the dark
And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony Starks
A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the iron
And on the block he be slingin rocks and duckin from the sirens
Greetin n____z he loved with a pound, and a bear hug
Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub
A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten
He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin
And when he came through n____z be lookin out
Hopin he gets shot or tooken out, or locked the f___ up in Brooklyn House
In PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot
(Number two, the snake)

[Verse Three: Masta Killa]

Do the knowledge to a n____ named Trigga
Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica
With visions to venture, to the U.S.
To receive the gold that he couldn't acheive
In his country, even though he sold mad weed
For the next man, who was the Don of the clan
n____z actin like they got the block locked
Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totin
Shots lash out like a violent explosion
At the n____, who tries to stop my production
Intervene the scene and slow up the CREAM
None of that black, East New York, gun talk
n____z I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk
Memories of injuries wounds and burns
Walkin through the streets of Medina I stand firm
Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down
Without a doubt, n____z who front, get snuffed out
Justice must be born there's no escape
Cause a snake can't be reformed so I wait
Comin in the name to proclaim your fame for protection
And you don't know no f___in lessons?
(Number two, the snake)

[Verse Four: Ol Dirty b______]

Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole d___ town
Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa
Badder than you and meeeeee
n____z comin thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin
Like a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, like a black pantha
The style I'm ampin the... f___ my name, who I be?
f___ the game, it's all about the moneyyyy!
Owahhaerahh, sometimes I get high with the Meth
Then I turn to the Killah Priest
When it comes TWELVE O'CLOCK!!
I turn into the demon beast, yo

Yo f___ that s___!
(number two, the snake)
YO! SHOW THESE m_________ERS WHAT TIME IT IS
(number two, the snake) Rawwrarrrah
Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!!
WHOSE THE BAD-a__? *rawharrah*
WHOSE THE BAD-a__?
(he practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit) YEAHhhhhh

[Verse Five: Buddah Monk]

When I come with the ruffness, mad n____z try to rush this
Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless
When I try to stay sick, it's yacub grafted six
Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill
When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill!!

[Outro: Ol Dirty b______]

I don't need to rhyme no more, n____z know, yo!
To all the Wu-Tang Clan members
The Ghostface Killer, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol Dirty b______
The Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspector Deck, U-God