Da Worst Lyrics

Da 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!!