| You nothin' but fallen stars, I see it on ya’ll | 
| Appear bizarre, Ol' Dirty boulevard | 
| I’ve known global law, take his head Ceasar | 
| Got babies like caviar, growin' evening star | 
| God bless the dead, 2Pac Shakur | 
| You can’t divide war, this slim galore | 
| Arabian flow, at nine a gigolo | 
| With a bad hot ho, only cocaine up the nose | 
| Incognito, defeat me, how so? | 
| Rap K’d O, money green playin', go | 
| Long ago, Protect Ya Neck video | 
| Made me blow, on rap radio (Wu, Wu) | 
| Staten Island stand up, New York City stand up | 
| New York City stand up, New York City stand up | 
| «For the ladies who know me, tell me how the fuck I be» ODB | 
| «Dirty…» — Kelis | 
| Brooooklyyyyyyyyyyn Zu, came through with the baby blue | 
| Me and my brother Dirt Dog | 
| Mama made breakfast today, with no hog | 
| We hustle in the street, niggas ain’t fuckin' with Wu, so roll deep | 
| Born God Body with the vest of heat | 
| When the Bee Sting hit, niggas move they feet | 
| Yo, we banned from the club, you best to not sleep | 
| Keep somethin' on the waves, thug passion with the Alize’s | 
| Smack 85 percenters, right in they face | 
| On some black pimpin' shit, like my dun-dun Huey | 
| God Squad in the building, big bags of ooey | 
| Push the phat shit like Dutch Tsasui | 
| RZA bring all the shit, fuck these clowns | 
| Ason Unique, yeah baby, hold me down | 
| Original tag team, S.I. City | 
| Ain’t nothin' sweet kid, ain’t nothin' pretty | 
| Wu-Tang Forever, kid, keep it gritty | 
| Call me Osirus, lyrical virus | 
| Ol' school fire, straight from lockdown | 
| Wu-Tang veteran, straight from lockdown | 
| O.D.B., now with Roc now | 
| Oh baby, dedicated to all the pretty girls | 
| All the pretty girls in the world, and the ugly girls too | 
| Cuz to me you pretty anyway, baby |