2: Master Fool] Last Call for alcohol, everybody out the bar Get ya back up off the wall People.. ohh.. ohh.. people.. ohh.. ohh [Ol' Dirty Bastard]
i-i-i-i-ight ["Push" by Matchbox 20] I wanna push you around, well I will, well I will I wanna push you down, well I will, well I will I wanna take
chill! I don't need to rhyme no more, niggaz know To all the Wu Tang clan members The Ghostface Killer, the Gza, the Rza, the Ol' Dirty Bastard The Method
microphone But if you wanna run on up, like you TOUGH I call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore Stuff, I shine like twenty-four carat [Ol' Dirty Bastard
still got more hoes than a pimp And score more points than Shawn Kemp Keepin' powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut Ol' Dirty Bastard
gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster With them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the click called N.I.B.) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] But
(featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard) [Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA)] Let me tell y'all all something motherfuckers (Oh you complaining about that man?) Yeah them
mobster Cop the Boxster, drop the top and squat Switchin' through lanes, this is the group thing Cause this is Wu-Tang and Horseshoe Gang, what up? [Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard
the call for your crew If your from the west coast and you're down with Brooklyn Zu Su, That's the call for your crew Now call me heat miser blue in
(feat. Drunken Dragon, Ol' Dirty Bastard) [ODB] Yeah yeah (come on) Ahahahhhahaha Minds Start to freeze at ease (ah na Nigga) Its the Wu-Tang Killa
with me Keep it real Mother fucker, pack steel Don't fuck with me Keep it real out there yo Check it, it's the Ol' Dirty Bastard, I love you nigga I love
a microphone But if you wanna run on up, like you TOUGH I call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore Stuff, I shine like twenty-four carat [Ol' Dirty Bastard