(feat. GP Wu, K-Tez)



[Intro:]

Yeah!!



[Chorus:]

Pass it off I wanna flip (I got the loaded clip)

Pass it off and move back (I'm reachin in my napsack)

Pass it off I wanna flip (Let me show you how)

Pass it off then buck for Staten Isle



[Rubbabandz]

My style is mad funky, gots to show the funk

Don't need a girl who be traps like a ho

Which means I'm baggin bitches, my rhymes is gettin fatter

I dropped a lyrical bomb, y'all seem to scatter

You talk and chit chatter, it really don't matter

I'm too cold to hold and badder than the Mad Hatter

I'm a basketcase like the man with the chainsaw

Underground sounds that I rip from the core

The superfly, funktastic, never took a loss

Cause I chose to burn competition like a torch

Got a short fuse, when I'm lit I'm outta touch

I take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud

Missile for bob-around suckas like a pistol

You beat me in a battle? Ha ha, now that's a riddle

I like to keep my style pumpin on the regular

I'm the man, takin calls like I'm on a cellular

I pack the rhymes like a tourist packs the luggage

On one hand I'm rough and on the other hand I'm rugged



[Chorus]



[K-Tez]

Pass it off to the right so I can flip kid

Shorty wildstyle, not for that old ill shit

Wu-Tang slang I'm puttin in your brain

You don't want it, they don't want it, niggaz don't want it

Don't flex boy because my shit is real

I'm sendin chills through your body like my man Evander Holyfield (oooh)

Everyday is get rough out in my town

That's Staple-town

Every other day a body's found, yo

Got mad stacks, don't even move kid I'm strapped

Tez got mad stacks inside his napsack

Here's a warning, I gets my meth and my forty and gets lifted

And fly in the sky like Mike Jordan



[Down Low Recka]

Now here we go, I'm back for mo' check the flow

Up from the Down Low as I wreck the show

Cause niggaz is borin, ohh you got me yawnin

You come and go easy like a Sunday mornin

Pass the method, I wanna get blunted

That's how I knew Wu-Tang slang was what you wanted

So I brung it, pass the mic, watch me tongue it

Now you done it

Tried to flip then you fronted



[Chorus]



[Shyheim]

Well I'm a bad little bastard how can you ask it

Many tried to flip and stick but got blasted

And dropkicked by a nigga that's mad sick and wicked

Got more skins than a click kid

A rebel that switch his level just like a devil

For those who rock heavy metal I bash you with a shovel

Cause me and my boys make noise up and down the block

I rocks and rocks get hot and blow up the spot

Cause my styles is buckwild and it shakes the ground

With a fat sound that funk like James Brown

I hope you listen cause I wasn't babblin no mission

A blank eye then run outta ammunition

On your ass real fast, no second thoughts you get blasted

So heed the words from the bad little bastard



[Chorus x2]