Snakes

Now number two, practiced the snake style He was known as the snake spirit He had the speed of a snake Niggas 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 'cause 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) 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' niggas 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 niggas 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) 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 achieve In his country, even though he sold mad weed For the next man, who was the Don of the clan Niggas 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 Niggas 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, niggas 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) Bad, bad, Leroy Brown Baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than the deep blue sea Badder than you and me Niggas comin' thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin' Like a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, like a black panther The style I'm ampin' the, fuck my name, who I be? Fuck the game, it's all about the money! 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) Who's the bad ass? Who's the bad ass? (Now number two) (He practiced the snake style He was known as the snake spirit) Yeah Lyrics, never waitin', twelve days, penetrated When I come with the ruffness, mad niggas try to rush this Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless When I try to stay sick, it's Yakub grafted six Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill! I don't need to rhyme no more, niggas 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 --- Snakes - RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard and Buddah Monk