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    The Worst

    The worst

    Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!
    Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!

    [Raekwon]
    Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major waves
    Tanktop Nautica, flippin your daughter thirty ways
    Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time
    Play the mall, starin at your beautiful, sunshine
    Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift
    You know the stats God, don't even ask pah, back slit
    Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat
    This yellow love nigga fuckin with a rich cat
    My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush
    Throwin down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that
    Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto
    Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how
    my technique, rover in the robe, gold link
    You know the code read, suitcase money, stow heat
    Rock Navi's though, hundred dollar bags valet
    That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley

    [Fredro Starr]
    Yo the semi-automatic glock this, unlock this
    The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
    Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious
    You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not miss

    [X-1]
    X-1 wild out, and make you watch this
    'til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin scraps out the garbage
    Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap
    X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
    Bitches fuckin for free, is outta the quest'
    Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest

    [Fredro Starr]
    I draws the heat from across the street
    Fly you up off your feet, you die livin short but sweet
    Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste mine
    Dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time
    Lookin at death, holdin your breath, laid out
    On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin your set
    Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your goin in debt
    I'm goin for broke, I'm blowin out smoke, you catch a stroke

    [X-1]
    Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
    X-Milli-on, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form
    Bringin the storm, forseein you warned
    Nuttin keepin me calm but heat in my palm
    Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin outta the dark
    Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park

    [Chorus: ODB samples from "Protect Ya Neck (Radio Edit)"]
    First things first man, you're {fuckin} with the worst
    First things first man, you're {fuckin} with the worst
    First things first man, you're {fuckin} with the worst
    You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man!

    [Suave]
    Steal master grab half the cash fast and bash
    and splash yo' class, mash your staff, WHAT?!
    Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch
    Get merked in front, in the wrong circle punk!
    Mack clever niggaz dat regga'
    Catch you on the d-lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
    Shake and erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face
    Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't miss you
    Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash
    Pull fast for your stash
    Long as the war last, foot up in your ass
    Tryin to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap

    [Killa Sin]
    Yo; we be the mainstream
    supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends
    Number one love for thugs queens schemin on cream
    My whole team love, the E-cup bras and mobb cars
    Killa Sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars
    This terrorist, lyricist in the midst of the abyss
    We cannabis evangelists, iron palms with metal fists
    Wu build, like construction and bang, like percussion
    All the Planet Battery packs combust and malfunction, what kid?

    [Chorus] - repeat 2X

    [Sticky] Holy shit!! Who the fuck is dat?
    [Method] It's John John
    [Sticky] Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my back?
    [Method] I got your back cousin
    [Sticky] I got the mack-dozen
    [Method] And when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin
    [Sticky] Cause it's a new year, time for some new shit
    [Sticky] Nowadays rappers dyin over music
    [Method] Dead on arrival
    [Method] We raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival
    [Method] Duckin homicidal, you rivals
    [Sticky] Yeah yeah, Onyx/Wu-Tang, on tracks we gangbang
    [Sticky] Chitty-bang-bang
    [Method] Chitty-chitty-bang-bang
    [Method] Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump through my veins
    [Method] Caught in the zone, home on the range
    [Sticky] Aiyyo you rang for ferocious, atrocious
    [Sticky] We got that supercalifragalisticexpiala-
    [Method] - dope shit!
    [Sticky] Eight ball in the corner pocket
    [Method] We snatch wallets off the white collared
    [Method] The Big Apple forever rotted
    [Method] Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'
    [Sticky] SO WHAT THE BUMBA CLAAT?!

    [Method Man]
    Pop shit, we do the knowledge
    To shark niggaz, once bitten
    Major swingers heavy hittin
    Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens
    Stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in
    The meltin pot's boilin hot now in Hell's Kitchen

    [Sticky Fingaz]
    Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers
    BELIEVE DAT!! My moms don't raise no suckers
    I slap rappers, turn 'em into singers
    Touch somethin of mine and you'll have NINE fingaz!

    [Method] Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin town red
    [Sticky] And RIP .. they whole crew to a shred!
    [Sticky] I got cold blood
    [Method] I pull yo' plug
    [Sticky] I hold, bust
    [Method] Show no love
    [Sticky] I'm so bugged
    [Method] Shoot yo' home up
    [Sticky] And shoot up the whole club
    [Method] We throw slugs

    [Sticky Fingaz]
    You ain't no thug!
    I earned every God damn penny that I got
    Son I'm rollin shotgun in the convertible
    I wish a nigga WOULD WHAT?
    Try to fuckin jack me, I'll MURDER YOU!!!

    [Chorus]

    Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!
    Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!

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