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Wu-tang Clan - h chamber o.d.b special - текст песни, видео

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[Intro: Method Man]
 16th Chamber, temple number five

[Method Man]
 Somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set
 To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
 I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
 If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
 I be comin, for that headpiece you can't cope
 For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother
 Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat
 My peoples are you with me where you at?
 Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean like thick
 Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
 It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
 That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
 What is it? Niggaz think they bigga
 Because they got the finga on the trigga of a biscuit
 They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
 With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
 Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice
 But he don't want the hassle
 Thought they trying to overthrow the castle
 Better yet the temple, I'm comin to your town
 Black down, the rental, car, the pistol
 YAH! If you don't want a burn from glock
 Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what, the buck stops
 Here, no more dough will be made
 Unless it's being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh

[Interlude: Raekwon (Method Man)]
 Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four
 Temple number nine, temple number nine

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
 I'm the original G-O-D
 Making young ladies scream is my specialty
 when I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get hype
 From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
 When I kill, that ol' mad rugged flow
 Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of disco
 Or a disco duck, I'm strictly hip hop
 Yo, Ason, what's up? I can't stop...
 Wu-Tanging, flipping the script and
 You could test my skills, but niggaz must be trippin
 Coked up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin
 I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
 You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz you're slippin
 While you sleep I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen
 As I, jump on stage, cold flip a rip a show
 Strip or rip a hoe, ready like Bo
 Jackson while I'm still taxin, I'm maxin
 Relaxin, sittin backs and, laying tracks and
 Again and again when I rock this jam
 I wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand
 Introducin, the one-man band
 A child that's wild, now with the style, couldn't stand
 Niggaz wanna jump, then stepped, to the center
 Of the rhyme inventor, MC tormentor
 You get jacked and slapped, across the MC map
 I laugh at ya ass, on a horse shack
 Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
 Then I get rudie with the Hong Kong Phooey
 The Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer
 Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style
 That I lay down like tile
 Gotta hit you up, one blaow, so you better come down...
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