Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Buddha Monk, Masta Killa, Killah Priest, RZA - Snakes lyrics

Niggas is like serpents out there
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
He 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 would 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
And no one was standing 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 planned to make grands
And buy a home

Jagged edge, rock head god hard as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get
Scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he didn't give a
Damn about the manner
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

Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga
Bad rudeboy from the land of Jamaica
With visions to venture to the US
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 acting like they got the block locked
Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
But, I be the rudest
Bad boy stepping gun toting
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
Walking 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 why wait
Coming in the name to proclaim
Your fame for protection
And you don't know no fuckin' lessons?

Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa
Badder than you and meeeeee
Niggas coming through the trees
Like a salamander biting like a piranha
But, I'm biting 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!
Owahhaerahh
Sometimes I get high with the Meth then
I turn to the Killah Priest
When it comes 12 o'clock! I
Turned into the demon beast

Yo, yo fuck that shit!

Yo! show these motherfuckers what time it is
Rawwrarrrah rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!
WHO's THE BAD-ASS? WHO's THE BAD-ASS?
Rawwwaahrah yEAHhhhhh

Lyrics, never waiting, twelve days penetrated
When I come with the roughness
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 the greatest
Skills, brothers say, 'Buddha chill!'

I don't need to rhyme no more, niggas know
Yo! To all the Wu Tang Clan members
The Ghostface Killah, the GZA, the RZA
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
The Method Man, the Chef
- Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, u-God
Yo!