Ol' Dirty Bastard - Raw ride (feat. method man & raekwon) lyrics

You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed I want action, that's what I need I never put doubt in my mind Cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme See murder which is caused When you f** with the negative and positive charge Then they came up, out my garage With the hit that's gonna be large Tired of sittin on my f**in a** n***as I know, be runnin around with mad f**in cash Who the f** wanna be an emcee If you can't get paid, to be a f**in emcee? I came out my momma p**y I'm on welfare Twenty-six years old still on welfare! So I gotta get paid fully Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully With my boston bloodthirsty process P-e-a-c-e Move em in move em in Move em out move em out Stick it up raw hide! Yea, gotta come back to attack k**in' n***as who said they got stacks, cause I don't give a f** I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood Or bustin' your f**in' face, some blood!! I'm goin' out my f**in' mind! Every time I get around devils Let me calm down, you n***as better start runnin' Cause I'm comin', I'm dope like f**in h**n Wu-tang bloodkin', a goblin, who come tough like lambskin Imagine, gettin 'shot up with ol dirty insulin You bound to catch aids or somethin' Not sayin' I got it, but n***a if I got it you got it! What Yo, check the bulletproof fly sh**, strong like thai stick Then I'll remain to tear your frame, while I freaks it Like some fly new sneaks and sh** Now eat my sh**, b**h tried to creep and got hit Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date Wu-tang, is bangin' like a ron g tape Rza pump the sh** just like a shotty Watch me run it john gotti Collidin' on the track, like gin and watty Check the calender, I warn any challenger To step up feel the blast from the silencer Move em in move em in Move em out move em out Stick it up raw hide! Comin' soon to a theatre near you it be the wu Yeah find yourself in the square and see it's true Actual facts to snack on and chew My positive energy sounds peace to you A wise man k**ed one horse and made glue Wicked women puttin' period blood in stew Don't that make the stew witches brew? I fear for the eighty-five that don't got a clue How could he know what the f** he never knew? God-cypher-divine come to show and come to prove A mystery god that's the work of yacub The holy ghost got you scared to d**h kid boo