Snakes Lyrics

Snakes lyrics

Now number two, practiced the snake style 

 	He was known as the snake spirit 

 	He had the speed of a snake 

  

 Intro/Verse One: Killah Priest 

  

 Niggaz is like serpents out there 

 [snake style, no one could compete] 

 Serpents will bite 

 Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes 

 They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York 

 Slither in the streets, of Manhattan 

 In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx 

 Streets of Staten Island 

 Wherever you see em they slither 

 Whoever... yo 

 Fearsome shit... check it out 

 Yo, yo 

  

 It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder 

 Said stay strong cuz his life is now over 

 I flash back to the heathens that he roll with 

 They shot him up and down nobody knows shit 

 My peers, little ears 

 Came up to me with a eye full of tears 

 Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice 

 Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise 

 We were in the hallway all day 

 Me, Steve, and Little Ray 

 Probably at first they tried to rob me 

 Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty 

 Then came Scotty, fragile body 

 My first impression, he returned from a party 

 He was just stagger, smellin like Bacardi 

 The Dragon, braggin, how he was fuckin mad hotties 

 Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden 

 He licked off, about a dozen 

 Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin 

 Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin 

 Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors 

 That's the last thing that I saw 

 Damn, we plan to make grands of our home 

 [Number two] 

  

 Verse Two: The RZA 

  

 Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge 

 Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge.. 

 ..hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor 

 And on the block he was called by the momma's and the grandma's 

 Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent 

 His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct 

 His most recent cape for catchin papes 

 Was snatchin up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang em off like drapes 

 Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace 

 And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face 

 Razor blade sharp who invades the dark 

 And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony Starks 

 A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the iron 

 And on the block he be slingin rocks and duckin from the sirens 

 Greetin niggaz he loved with a pound, and a bear hug 

 Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub 

 A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten 

 He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin 

 And when he came through niggaz be lookin out 

 Hopin he gets shot or tooken out, or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn House 

 In PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot 

 [Number two, the snake] 

  

 Verse Three: Masta Killa 

  

 Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga 

 Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica 

 With visions to venture, to the U.S. 

 To receive the gold that he couldn't acheive 

 in his country, even though he sold mad weed 

 for the next man, who was the Don of the clan 

 Niggaz actin like they got the block locked 

 Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food 

 But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totin 

 Shots lash out like a violent explosion 

 at the nigga, who tries to stop my production 

 Intervene the scene and slow up the CREAM 

 None of that black, East New York, gun talk 

 Niggaz I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk 

 Memories of injuries wounds and burns 

 Walkin through the streets of Medina I stand firm 

 Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down 

 without a doubt, niggaz who front, get snuffed out 

 Justice must be born there's no escape 

 cause a snake can't be reformed so I wait 

 Comin in the name to proclaim your fame for protection 

 and you don't know no fuckin lessons? 

 [Number two, the snake] 

  

 Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard 

  

 Bad, bad, Leroy Brown 

 Baddest man in the whole damn town 

 Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa 

 Badder than you and meeeeee 

 Niggaz comin thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin 

 Like a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, like a black pantha 

 The style I'm ampin the... fuck my name, who I be? 

 Fuck the game, it's all about the moneyyyy! 

 Owahhaerahh, sometimes I get high with the Meth 

 Then I turn to the Killah Priest 

 When it comes TWELVE O'CLOCK!! 

 I turn into the demon beast, yo 

  

 Yo fuck that shit! 

 [number two, the snake] 

 YO! SHOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT TIME IT IS 

 [number two, the snake] Rawwrarrrah 

 Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!! 

 WHOSE THE BAD-ASS?  *rawharrah* 

 WHOSE THE BAD-ASS? 

 [now number two] Rawwwaahrah 

 [he practiced the snake style 

  he was known as the snake spirit] YEAHhhhhh 

  

 Verse Five: Buddah Monk 

  

 Lyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetrated 

 When I come with the ruffness, mad niggaz try to rush this 

 Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless 

 When I try to stay sick, it's yacub grafted six 

 Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill 

 When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill!! 

  

 Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard 

  

 I don't need to rhyme no more, niggaz know, yo! 

 To all the Wu-Tang Clan members 

 The Ghostface Killer, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol Dirty Bastard 

 The Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspector Deck, U-God 

 Yo