| See let a nigga come through with that bullshit
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| Any time you pop that shit nigga
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| I’ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy
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| I know, it’ll come to what? |
| Say what?
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| Now I’ma let all you motherfuckers know
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| See them knows that this is something you can’t fuck
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| Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
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| You from Queens nigga
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| I don’t give a fuck, where you be motherfucker!
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| Where you reside… motherfucker!
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| How you live? |
| How you seeeeeeee
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| Sort the stack outs, this one’s the blackout
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| Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow!
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| Dirty, can you hear me? |
| Rawness I’m inflicting
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| It’s that G type slang that makes this real sickening
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| Ignite the styles, I got my hand upon the trigger
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| Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga
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| Yo, straight out the lava by them hell fires
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| A known mental killer, born thriller, assassin of terror
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| A hot bloody fatal mixture of carbon and water
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| Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order
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| Start the mission, travel like the speed of wind
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| Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many men
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| Serving justice in my vicinity
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| (This is, Brooklyn, Zu!!)
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| Za-za-za, za-za-za
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| Zuh-za-zah, z-zz-zz-z-z-zz-zz-z-dah-duh-dnn-duh
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| I get down, I get down, I crack your fucking crown
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| Lay around and watch some real niggas break ground
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| I can’t shop cause every bro blowing up the spot
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| Hit rocks and niggas know
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| Yo! |
| Niggas grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion
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| Nervous, that’s why the Zu brought me in
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| Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts
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| Before the case begin, first break me in
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| His brain! |
| And make sure he can’t maintain the calmness
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| Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this
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| Stage light now appears to be the Moon
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| Now your Posse is your fucking Platoon
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| Stale sound just flows through the air
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| I’m like a ninja, once I send ya cold stares
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| Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist with the clearest rhyme
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| Erupt to deduct your fucking mind
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| Fuck shit up on the hurry-up
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| Known for burying ducks through more styles than a monk
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| Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch
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| Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump
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| Never fall victim to no bitch
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| Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp
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| And score more points than Shawn Kemp
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| Keeping powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks
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| Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!
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| Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut
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| (Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a…)
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| Got more props than the President
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| My hardcore represent
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| Blowing niggas back who never had this
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| Cause I’m gifted, so you can gift wrap the shit
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| I’m kicking and send it to your moms for Christmas
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| And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it
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| Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant
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| Cause niggas rap styles just down, it’s expired
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| You should’ve stayed home instead of picking up a microphone
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| But if you wanna run on up, like you tough
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| I call your bluff and blow you down with my hardcore stuff
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| I shine like twenty-four carat, niggas know…
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| Roll and stroll with the party scene
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| Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean
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| Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and
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| Test my skill niggas, you’re tripping
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| Drugged up from sniffing, you’re the one who’s riffing
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| I’m not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
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| Start to flip, slip cause you’re slipping
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| While you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen
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| As I jump on stage, flip rip a show
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| Strip and rip a ho, wayyy like Bo
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| Jackson while I’m still taxing maxing
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| Relaxing sitting back, silly attraction
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| Again and again when I rock the jam
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| Wanna see em up in the air, throw up your hand
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| Introducing one-man band in town
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| It’s wild, more the style couldn’t stand nigga
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| When the jump stepped to the center
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| Of the rhyme inventor, MCs' tormentor
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| You get dap slapped, across the MC map
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| Your ass that’s your ass on a whore shot
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| Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
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| Then I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Phoo'
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| Ol Dirty Bastard, MC killer
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| Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style
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| That I lay down like tile, then I get higher
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| Here comes the illlll, type ruffer
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| Style be untouched I’m leavin broken down grammars on the pen
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| Who who what? |
| What brings it? |
| Tighter than your anus
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| Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers
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| Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill
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| Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam’s Mill
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| 60 Second, nucleus, attack on your set
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| Hit you with the blast (yo close the door)
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| Shabazz! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo , by - Ol' Dirty Bastard. Song from the album The Dirty Story: The Best Of ODB, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп