[Ol Dirty] *singing*
 Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn
 (come on in)
 Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH
 (come on, come on, come on in)
 Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggaz!
 (come on in, come on, come on, come on in)

 Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus

 As high as Wu-Tang get
 Allah allow us pop this shit
 Just like black shoe fit
 If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it!

 Verse One: The Genius/GZA

 Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long
 Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong
 No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually
 it was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant
 Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk
 On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk
 Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force
 RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source
 You can't flow, must be the speech impediment
 You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President
 Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green
 then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans
 This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical
 to analytical analogy, insurance policies why
 Said he know that sounds define the note
 Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes
 Too many dope niggaz I see starvin
 Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain
 Wu slay regardles to whom or what, five mics five nights
 Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights
 A fugitive bass playin rap czar
 smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar

 Chorus

 Verse Two: Method Man/Iron Lung

 Tical got a hold on ya, doin exactly
 what the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty
 Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin
 the ways these rhymes keep comin, at cha splash ya
 Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts
 prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up
 Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff
 An MC too good to be touched, John John
 bring the phenomenon, I cold crush
 MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold
 as we move on, saga unfold
 Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger
 Caught up in a cliffhanger
 Yo I-N-S another code red, danger, break out the vest
 Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here
 Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here
 Don't ever roam, in the naked city
 Eight Fingers stories none pretty
 Bomb em wit the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin be critical
 Peace to Tang, gettin high on your physical, dis next drink
 is a toast to your memory
 When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me

 Chorus