Rock Steady

[Intro: Ol` Dirty Bastard]<br>Go head..<br><br>[Raekwon]<br>Give me all Gucci colors, my niggaz get real for brothers<br>We idolize big lines and nines<br>Jumping out of big joints live, projects<br>Lot of objects, front if you want, you gon` die<br>Lex with a sawed off, Killa gonna tax him in the Waldorff<br>All bloodhounds, pop, show it off<br>Actin` like that money ain`t live<br>Built it from the getty-up, New York City gonna fry<br>Aiyo, son, I take mines, rape lines<br>Yeah, I`m realer than Riker`s who orchestrate great crimes<br>Jump out the Lex`, lookin` zesty, real Nestle<br>What, picture nigga, except bless me<br>God, I`m high-powered, gun of the hour, crafted Flowers<br>Give it the blend, double it, and blow like the Towers<br>All ya`ll need to take showers, can`t take what`s ours, pa..<br>Been sellin` crack, been sellin` crack<br>Been sellin` crack, livin` the black<br>Revealin` how we flip that, strip cats<br>We write rich raps<br>Help out the body, me, similar to the Gotti<br>Story, I`m kinda young, son, a fly forty<br>The Reverend cold shittin` on shorty, did it to shorty pop<br>And gave him like ten in his jaw piece<br>Remember this sayin`: "Staten Island Gun Slayers"<br>It`s mayors, all gauges, minimum wage the raises..<br><br>[Chorus: Ol` Dirty Bastard (*RZA reverses and flips voice samples*)]<br>...up the Rock..<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Niggaz be killin` me, actin` like they ain`t feelin` me<br>Knowin` they bustin` them guns with my artillery<br>Usin` my words as if it`s his and hers<br>That`s that shit that make me not wanna pass the herb<br>The fake artist, I`m coming Razor Sharp regardless<br>I bump lah, sowed of liquor, light and spark<br>Make it crunk live, the dirty dirty try and serve me<br>Like black folks in scary movies: you die early<br>Tony Toca, Meth Tical, vida loca<br>Esta loca, if she think I eat the chocha<br>Ma, toss the, smoke ya, win free (Winfrey) like Oprah<br>And un-hoast that roast, your meat, for the butcher<br>Licky lost ya, don`t even come a step closer<br>When I approach a track, I slam like my culture<br><br>[RZA]<br>Chill with the feedback, black, we don`t need that<br><br>[Method Man]<br>GZA told you it`s a "Cold World", where ya heat at?..<br><br>[Chorus: Ol` Dirty Bastard (*RZA reverses and flips voice samples*)]<br>...up the Rock..<br><br>[U-God]<br>Hots on the shit, just so we can lock horns<br>Throw a package in the streets, get the block warm<br>Something happens when we meet, hit the block strong<br>Get it poppin` in your face, taste the popcorn<br>Now that we back on track, can`t lose<br>My back gets huge, bitches Moulin Rouge<br>The way I move, the Cadillac, so smooth<br>Battle rap improve shit, light the fuse<br>Bruised off the booze liquor, doozy kicker<br>The dynamite style, shinin` lights still flicker<br>Wu-Tang stickers is a nuclear reaction<br>Tony Touch scratch the table, RZA on the back end<br>Pure, the talent, yes, yours truly<br>The brand combination of jazz, class and beauty<br>Here to do my duty, up another notch<br>The gospel according to rap is mega watts<br>Agenda never stop, dead center, mega hot<br>Go mop it up, go cop it when it drops..<br><br>[Chorus: Ol` Dirty Bastard (*RZA reverses and flips voice samples*)]<br>...up the Rock..<br><br>[Outro: Ol` Dirty Bastard]<br>Haha, they coming over here..