OL' DIRTY BASTARD lyrics

OL' DIRTY BASTARD lyrics

"Snakes Lyrics"

EZ. 2. B. Anti Lyrics
I thought this was suppose to be about open minds and unity Not alienation, separation or who is more pc You people pointing fingers, judging others need to realize To each their own, get off your soapbox throw


(feat. Killah Priest, RZA, Masta Killa, Buddah Monk)
Now number two, practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit
He had the speed of a snake

[IntroVerse 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
Run Between the Raindrops Lyrics
It's always one thing or another, seems like we never get ahead Reaching out for the brass ring, and landing in the dirt instead We can't get past yesterday, we're only counting down from ten It seems like ever
/> 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 u
Hanging Tree Lyrics
Passing through the arms of Satan Reaching for the hands of God Robbing every mind for wisdom Running so he won't be caught He's outlawed by majority Been branded all his life Some say that
p 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 ma
All I Really Want To Do Lyrics
All I Really Want To Do I ain't lookin' to compete with you, Beat or cheat or mistreat you, Simplify you, classify you, Deny, defy or crucify you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be frie
d 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