1 The Worst Lyrics

1   The Worst lyrics

wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x3) 

  

 [Raekwon] 

 eh, yo 

 staircases to stage now, major waves tanktop 

 nautica, flippin your daughter 30 ways 

 yeah, who want mine, bent outta shape one time 

 play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine 

 watch my shit shit, niggaz in the back, wigs lit 

 you know the stats god, niggaz in the back, backs lit 

 war drug raps, thug hats and mobb hats 

 spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga fuckin with a rich cat 

 my shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat 

 plus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with that 

 yo, fedrados rock my man, yo 

 300 thousand dollars in a bottle, bitch mad as hollow 

 my techinique, roller in the road, gold league 

 you know the code read, suitcase money, stole heat 

 rock madby's stole 100 dollar bags, though 

 that nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley 

  

 [Fredro Starr, (X-1)] 

 yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock this 

 heat spots can knock it, it's so hot chicks is topless 

 rims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtious 

 you knock this, bust a shot 

 don't miss, you better knock this 

 (x-1 while out and 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) 

 i cross the heat from across the street 

 fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet 

 street crime, time is money, nigga don't waist mine 

 dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time 

 lookin to death, holdin your breath, laided out 

 on the dance floor, blood and moet, i'm blowin your set 

 trick 20 g's, don't sweat, your goin to death 

 i'm goin for broke, i'm blowin out smoke, your catchin strokes 

 (wu-tang and bald head, swis foreheads, leavin you all red 

 x million, fully be on illest, your realest form, bringin the storm 

 for seein you gone, nothin keepin my calm, but heat in my palm 

 sleepin i'm gone, you see what i'm on 

 keepin outta the dark, scatter your parts 

 from here to battery parts) 

  

 Chorus: [ODB {sampled from "protect ya neck"}] 

 first things first man, your fuckin with the worst (x3) 

 You can't slam, so let me get fooled on a man 

  

 [Suave] 

 still master graph, after cash graphed, get staffed 

 splash your class, mash your staff 

 what, nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch 

 hurt your bunch, get mercked your front 

 in the wrong certain punk, mack clever niggaz 

 def wrecker, catch on a delo with mecca and etcha-sketcha 

 shakin, erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face 

 twist you, and won't miss you, official master killer bee 

 full blast, get off, smash, pull fast 

 for your stash, long as the war last, put up in your ass 

 tryin to count more math, bringin the hardcore rap 

  

 [Killa Sin] 

 we be the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top of the line 

 cuisine feens, #1 love for thugs queens sceamin on cream 

 my whole team love e-cup bras and mobb cars 

 killa sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars 

 this terrorist, lyricist in the mist of the abyss 

 canibus, evangelist, i impulse with metal fists 

 wu build like construction and bang like precusion 

 on the planet battery, backs combustin, malfunction, what 

  

 Chorus x2 

  

 [Method Man, (Sticky Fingaz)] 

 (holy shit, who the fuck is that) 

 it's john, john (sticky fingaz, kid, you got my back) 

 i got your back cousin (i got the mac cousin) 

 and when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin 

 (because it's the new year, time for some new shit 

 nowadays rappers dyin over music) 

 dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin songs 

 for survival, duckin homicidal, you rival 

 (yeah, onyx, wu-tang on tracks we gang bang, chiti bang bang) 

 chiti chiti bang bang, hot nicks spit flame 

 lava pump through my vains, caught in the zone 

 home on the range 

 (eh, yo you ready for the ferocious, atrocious 

 we go that supercalfragilisticexbealli...) dose shit 

 (8-ball in the corner pocket) 

 we snatch wallets off the white college 

 the big apple forever rotten 

 now when it comes to hard target hot nicks 

 (so what the bullet clot) 

 pop shit, we due to knowledge, to sharp niggas, once bitten 

 major swingers, heavy hittin, poly your kitten, throw up your mitten 

 stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in 

 them meltin pots boilin hot now in mel's kitchen 

 (yo, sticky fingaz, one of the illest mother fuckers 

 my moms don't raise no suckers, i slap rappers 

 turn em in to singers, touch something of mine and you'll have 9 fingers) 

 enough said, let's make whole fuckin town read 

 (and rip their whole crew to a shread 

 i got cold blood) hold your club (i hold blood) show no love 

 (so bug) shoot your whole club (and shoot up the whole club) 

 we throw slugs (you ain't no thug 

 i earn every god damn penny that i got 

 son, i roll with a shotgun in the convertible 

 i wish a nigga with wood, would try to fuckin 

 jack me, i'll murder you) 

  

 Chorus 

  

 wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x2