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Dog Shit
[*dogs barking*]. . [Ol Dirty Bastard]. All y'all bitches put your naps together. And all you niggaz put your dicks together, bitch. . [Ol Dirty starts singing].
Dog Sh*t
(ODB). All y'all bitches put your naps together. And all you niggaz put your dicks together, bitch. . Hoeeeee! Yah ha heh. De, hayyyy! Ah ha he hay. De, haaaaa! Errr hah hahhhr.
Do You Really (thang Thang)
Yo, this is a Wu-Banger two thousand and one noise maker. off the hook guerilla anthem. This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way. And I'll smack the shit outta any of you DJ's.
Diesel
[Raekwon the Chef]. So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats. On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up. Word up, never stop your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?.
Deadly Melody
As we return, to the 36 Chambers. The RZA, the GZA. The Ol Dirty BZA. U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah. And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure.
Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'
{The game of chess, is like a swordfight. You must think first, before you move. Toad style is immensely strong. And immune to nearly any weapon. When it's properly used, it's almost invincible}.
Dashing (reasons)
The nigga had a pair of Air Olden Polynice's on. Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christen Slaters. Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital. Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggaz.
Crushed Egos
You've practiced 20 years? You must be extremely good then. Perhaps, you [?] with me. . Come and taste my seasonin', Chef, the cooking that is marvelous.
Criminology
Yo, first of all son peep the arson. Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark. Call me dough snatcher just the brother for the rapture.
Conditioner
{Know what I'm sayin'?. Tired of takin' motherfuckin' bullets for niggas and shit. Know what I'm sayin'?. Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that.
Concrete Jungle
Ladies and gentlemen, Sunz of Man. Uhh, Jungle of Concrete. Yo, yo. . In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the wees. Ain't nothin' sweet, we gotta eat.
Cobra Clutch
Yo, yeah bitch. Aiyyo, motherfucker. Aiyyo, swallow it. . Aiyyo we dash log this bloody version of Glaciers. Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor.
Co-defendant
You got my back, I got your front. From start to finish. Goin' out altogether 'cause we're co-defendants. Take my back, got your front. From start to finish.
Clan In Da Front
Up from the thirty six chambers. It's the ghost. Killah. Wu-Tang. Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm. Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm. Wu-Tang killa beez, we on a swarm.
Chrome Wheels
Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started. Choclate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted. Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded.
Cash Still Rules/scary Hours (still Don't Nothing Move But The Money)
Shake them niggaz. Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout. Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields. She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz.
Cash Still Rules/scary Hours
Shake them niggaz. Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout. Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields. She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz.
Can It Be All So Simple
KnowhatI'msayin', take you on this lyrical high real quick. Nineteen ninety three exoticness. KnowhatI'msayin', let's get technical. Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight.
Careful (click, Click)
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son?. Damn. nigga got fucked, shit, huh?!. By his back, watch nigga run. Seven the center of your eight point sun. Hold tight grip on the +God-U.Now+ you best be careful!.
C.r.e.a.m./cream
[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man]. . What that nigga want God?. Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit). (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby.
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