Ol' Dirty Bastard - Snakes LyricsNow number two, practiced the snake styleHe was known as the snake spiritHe had the speed of a snakeIntro/Verse One: Killah PriestNiggaz is like serpents out there[snake style, no one could compete]Serpents will biteLay outside, and then they roll back into they holesThey slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New YorkSlither in the streets, of ManhattanIn the streets of Queens, streets of the BronxStreets of Staten IslandWherever you see em they slitherWhoever... yoFearsome shit... check it outYo, yoIt broke me up when they pat me on my shoulderSaid stay strong cuz his life is now overI flash back to the heathens that he roll withThey shot him up and down nobody knows shitMy peers, little earsCame up to me with a eye full of tearsLast night we was shootin dice and gettin niceKid rolled us, played us for our merchandiseWe were in the hallway all dayMe, Steve, and Little RayProbably at first they tried to rob meBack me in the lobby, pull out the shottyThen came Scotty, fragile bodyMy first impression, he returned from a partyHe was just stagger, smellin like BacardiThe Dragon, braggin, how he was *****in mad hottiesPressed on the elevator button, then all of a suddenHe licked off, about a dozenSlugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousinNobody was standin when the nigga started bustinBlood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doorsThat's the last thing that I sawDamn, we plan to make grands of our home[Number two]Verse Two: The RZAJagged edge, rockin God, hard as StonehengePledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge....hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manorAnd on the block he was called by the momma's and the grandma'sIndecent, heathen, juvenile delinquentHis weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinctHis most recent cape for catchin papesWas snatchin up snakes on a roof butt-***** hang em off like drapesThen ask what's the combination to the safe, with the braceAnd those who didn't reply they fell straight to their faceRazor blade sharp who invades the darkAnd raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony StarksA fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the ironAnd on the block he be slingin rocks and duckin from the sirensGreetin niggaz he loved with a pound, and a bear hugThose who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snubA Five Percent, who all knew was one to tenHe loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sinAnd when he came through niggaz be lookin outHopin he gets shot or tooken out, or locked the ***** up in Brooklyn HouseIn PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot[Number two, the snake]Verse Three: Masta KillaDo the knowledge to a nigga named TriggaBad rude boy from the land of JamaicaWith visions to venture, to the U.S.To receive the gold that he couldn't acheivein his country, even though he sold mad weedfor the next man, who was the Don of the clanNiggaz actin like they got the block lockedLike I can't sling drug raps and eat foodBut I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totinShots lash out like a violent explosionat the nigga, who tries to stop my productionIntervene the scene and slow up the CREAMNone of that black, East New York, gun talkNiggaz I extort from Baltic to BoardwalkMemories of injuries wounds and burnsWalkin through the streets of Medina I stand firmCause I know this, which means I can hold mine downwithout a doubt, niggaz who front, get snuffed outJustice must be born there's no escapecause a snake can't be reformed so I waitComin in the name to proclaim your fame for protectionand you don't know no *****in lessons?[Number two, the snake]Verse Four: Ol Dirty BastardBad, bad, Leroy BrownBaddest man in the whole damn townBadder than the deep blue seaaaaaBadder than you and meeeeeeNiggaz comin thru the trees, like a salamander, bitinLike a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, like a black panthaThe style I'm ampin the... ***** my name, who I be?***** the game, it's all about the moneyyyy!Owahhaerahh, sometimes I get high with the MethThen I turn to the Killah PriestWhen it comes TWELVE O'CLOCK!!I turn into the demon beast, yoYo ***** that shit![number two, the snake]YO! SHOW THESE MOTHER*****ERS WHAT TIME IT IS[number two, the snake] RawwrarrrahRahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!!WHOSE THE BAD-ASS? *rawharrah*WHOSE THE BAD-ASS?[now number two] Rawwwaahrah[he practiced the snake stylehe was known as the snake spirit] YEAHhhhhhVerse Five: Buddah MonkLyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetratedWhen I come with the ruffness, mad niggaz try to rush thisSlip into my killings, then I slays and you're helplessWhen I try to stay sick, it's yacub grafted sixCalm for the kill, knowing the style that's illWhen I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill!!Outro: Ol Dirty BastardI don't need to rhyme no more, niggaz know, yo!To all the Wu-Tang Clan membersThe Ghostface Killer, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol Dirty BastardThe Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspector Deck, U-GodYo!!!