The Worst

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!<br>Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!<br><br>[Raekwon]<br>Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major waves<br>Tanktop Nautica, flippin your daughter thirty ways<br>Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time<br>Play the mall, starin at your beautiful, sunshine<br>Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift<br>You know the stats God, don`t even ask pah, back slit<br>Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat<br>This yellow love nigga fuckin with a rich cat<br>My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush<br>Throwin down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that<br>Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto<br>Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how<br>my technique, rover in the robe, gold link<br>You know the code read, suitcase money, stow heat<br>Rock Navi`s though, hundred dollar bags valet<br>That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley<br><br>[Fredro Starr]<br>Yo the semi-automatic glock this, unlock this<br>The weed spots get knocked, it`s so hot chicks is topless<br>Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious<br>You can`t knock this, bust a shot you better not miss<br><br>[X-1]<br>X-1 wild out, and make you watch this<br>`til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin scraps out the garbage<br>Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap<br>X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets<br>Bitches fuckin for free, is outta the quest`<br>Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest<br><br>[Fredro Starr]<br>I draws the heat from across the street<br>Fly you up off your feet, you die livin short but sweet<br>Street crime, time is money, nigga don`t waste mine<br>Dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time<br>Lookin at death, holdin your breath, laid out<br>On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I`m blowin your set<br>Trick twenty G`s, no sweat, your goin in debt<br>I`m goin for broke, I`m blowin out smoke, you catch a stroke<br><br>[X-1]<br>Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red<br>X-Milli-on, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form<br>Bringin the storm, forseein you warned<br>Nuttin keepin me calm but heat in my palm<br>Sleep and you gone, you see what I`m on? Creepin outta the dark<br>Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park<br><br>[Chorus: ODB samples from "Protect Ya Neck (Radio Edit)"]<br>First things first man, you`re {fuckin} with the worst<br>First things first man, you`re {fuckin} with the worst<br>First things first man, you`re {fuckin} with the worst<br>You can`t slam, don`t let me get fool on him man!<br><br>[Suave]<br>Steal master grab half the cash fast and bash<br>and splash yo` class, mash your staff, WHAT?!<br>Nigga get smacked, you ain`t worth a punch, hurt your bunch<br>Get merked in front, in the wrong circle punk!<br>Mack clever niggaz dat regga`<br>Catch you on the d-lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya<br>Shake and erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face<br>Straighten your waist, twist you, and won`t miss you<br>Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash<br>Pull fast for your stash<br>Long as the war last, foot up in your ass<br>Tryin to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap<br><br>[Killa Sin]<br>Yo; we be the mainstream<br>supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends<br>Number one love for thugs queens schemin on cream<br>My whole team love, the E-cup bras and mobb cars<br>Killa Sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars<br>This terrorist, lyricist in the midst of the abyss<br>We cannabis evangelists, iron palms with metal fists<br>Wu build, like construction and bang, like percussion<br>All the Planet Battery packs combust and malfunction, what kid?<br><br>[Chorus] - repeat 2X<br><br>[Sticky] Holy shit!! Who the fuck is dat?<br>[Method] It`s John John<br>[Sticky] Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my back?<br>[Method] I got your back cousin<br>[Sticky] I got the mack-dozen<br>[Method] And when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin<br>[Sticky] Cause it`s a new year, time for some new shit<br>[Sticky] Nowadays rappers dyin over music<br>[Method] Dead on arrival<br>[Method] We raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival<br>[Method] Duckin homicidal, you rivals<br>[Sticky] Yeah yeah, Onyx/Wu-Tang, on tracks we gangbang<br>[Sticky] Chitty-bang-bang<br>[Method] Chitty-chitty-bang-bang<br>[Method] Hot Nix` spit flame, lava pump through my veins<br>[Method] Caught in the zone, home on the range<br>[Sticky] Aiyyo you rang for ferocious, atrocious<br>[Sticky] We got that supercalifragalisticexpiala-<br>[Method] - dope shit!<br>[Sticky] Eight ball in the corner pocket<br>[Method] We snatch wallets off the white collared<br>[Method] The Big Apple forever rotted<br>[Method] Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix`<br>[Sticky] SO WHAT THE BUMBA CLAAT?!<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Pop shit, we do the knowledge<br>To shark niggaz, once bitten<br>Major swingers heavy hittin<br>Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens<br>Stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in<br>The meltin pot`s boilin hot now in Hell`s Kitchen<br><br>[Sticky Fingaz]<br>Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers<br>BELIEVE DAT!! My moms don`t raise no suckers<br>I slap rappers, turn `em into singers<br>Touch somethin of mine and you`ll have NINE fingaz!<br><br>[Method] Enough said, let`s paint this whole fuckin town red<br>[Sticky] And RIP .. they whole crew to a shred!<br>[Sticky] I got cold blood<br>[Method] I pull yo` plug<br>[Sticky] I hold, bust<br>[Method] Show no love<br>[Sticky] I`m so bugged<br>[Method] Shoot yo` home up<br>[Sticky] And shoot up the whole club<br>[Method] We throw slugs<br><br>[Sticky Fingaz]<br>You ain`t no thug!<br>I earned every God damn penny that I got<br>Son I`m rollin shotgun in the convertible<br>I wish a nigga WOULD WHAT?<br>Try to fuckin jack me, I`ll MURDER YOU!!!<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!<br>Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!