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[Intro: Method
16th Chamber, temple number

[Method
Somebody said it's on, if it is then be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the
I be comin, for that headpiece you cope
For my brother, I kill a Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from the of Stat
My peoples are you me where you at?
Shit's deep in here, I mean like thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the
That's all I can stands, and I can't no mo'
is it? Niggaz think they bigga
Because they got the on the trigga of a biscuit
They know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the
But he don't want the
Thought trying to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple, I'm comin to your
Black down, the rental, car, the
YAH! If you don't want a burn glock
Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what, the buck
Here, no more dough be made
it's being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh

[Interlude: (Method Man)]
Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber
Temple number nine, temple number

[Ol' Dirty
I'm the original
young ladies scream is my specialty
when I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, wanna get hype
From the funky fresh that was stereotyped
When I kill, ol' mad rugged flow
Not sayin Ason, is like a of disco
Or a disco duck, I'm hip hop
Yo, Ason, up? I can't stop...
Wu-Tanging, flipping the and
You could test my skills, but niggaz be trippin
Coked up from sniffin, you're the one who's
I'm not Opie, save old shit for Andy Griffith
You to flip, now ya slip, cuz you're slippin
While you sleep I be the God on point, like Scottie
As I, on stage, cold flip a rip a show
or rip a hoe, ready like Bo
Jackson I'm still taxin, I'm maxin
Relaxin, sittin backs and, laying and
Again and again I rock this jam
I wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your
Introducin, the band
A child wild, now with the style, couldn't stand
Niggaz wanna jump, then stepped, to the
Of the inventor, MC tormentor
You get jacked and slapped, the MC map
I laugh at ya ass, on a horse
Come on through I black and blue your whole
Then I get rudie with the Hong Phooey
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC
Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin
That I lay down like