Snakes Lyrics

Now number two, practiced the snake style

He was known as the snake spirit

He had the speed of a snake

[Intro/Verse One: Killah Priest]

Niggaz is like serpents out there

(snake style, no one could compete)

Serpents will bite

Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes

They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York

Slither in the streets, of Manhattan

In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx

Streets of Staten Island

Wherever you see em they slither

Whoever... yo

Fearsome shit... check it out

Yo, yo

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 shit

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 fuckin mad hotties

Pressed on the elevator button, 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 nigga started bustin

Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors

That's the last thing that I saw

Damn, 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 damn 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 snatchin up snakes on a roof butt-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 niggaz 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 niggaz be lookin out

Hopin he gets shot or tooken out, or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn House

In PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot
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(Number two, the snake)

[Verse Three: Masta Killa]

Do the knowledge to a nigga 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

Niggaz 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 nigga, who tries to stop my production

Intervene the scene and slow up the CREAM

None of that black, East New York, gun talk

Niggaz 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, niggaz 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 fuckin lessons?

(Number two, the snake)

[Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard]

Bad, bad, Leroy Brown

Baddest man in the whole damn town

Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa

Badder than you and meeeeee

Niggaz 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... fuck my name, who I be?

Fuck 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 fuck that shit!

(number two, the snake)

YO! SHOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT TIME IT IS

(number two, the snake) Rawwrarrrah

Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!!

WHOSE THE BAD-ASS? *rawharrah*

WHOSE THE BAD-ASS?

(now number two) Rawwwaahrah

(he practiced the snake style

He was known as the snake spirit) YEAHhhhhh

[Verse Five: Buddah Monk]

Lyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetrated

When I come with the ruffness, mad niggaz 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 Bastard]

I don't need to rhyme no more, niggaz know, yo!

To all the Wu-Tang Clan members

The Ghostface Killer, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol Dirty Bastard

The Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspector Deck, U-God

Yo!!!

Ol' Dirty Bastard Snakes