Lintballz Lyrics - The Trials And Tribulations Of Russell Jones - Ol' Dirty Bastard

[Intro: Zoo Keeper (Popa Chief) {Ol' Dirty Bastard}] 

[Popa Chief singing "Do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die" throughout intro] 

(What's your move bitch nigga?) 

Suttin' ain't goin' down like that 

I ain't lettin' niggas know they ain't know 

(How you gonna get what you ain't got? 

You know what I'm sayin'?) You ain't gonna get it 

(Yeah) That's the way it's goin' down 

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin' around 

{Yo I mastered the art of Shadowboxin'!} 

[Chorus x2: Popa Chief] 

Do or die, ball or fly 

Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high 

But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up 

It's time to turn the heat up 

And catch these papes like cooked up 

What? 

[12 O'Clock] 

Niggas waitin' for hook up, get shook up 

Never get your weight off and do a push up 

You smokin' all my purple kush up 

Don't make me push and rook up 

Get you touched up, I lift my wrist up, yup, yup 

Now niggas know Lil' Diggs, only twice wore a suit 

Had sex in a group with a couple of bitches dance for loot 

See I'ma tell them niggas about spendin' all they loot 

Partyin' and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup 

I got my own version of roots 

Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zoo boots 

The new news is Brooklyn Zoo 

Sunz and Two On Da Road, Blue, Crazy Cuffie Fam too 

[Prodical] 

Yo, I ain't tryin' to be on no forever broke shit 

So I made myself eatin' these streets where blood leak 

Me and my whole fleet smoke trees, blow heat, roll unique 

Do or die tactics, and keep us sharp on our feet, meak 

And all we do is make classics, CCF, the Unit 

Dirt Dog, the Zoo, Ghetto Government, get your ratchet 

95% of them niggas is faggots, and I've had it up to here 

See our face this year, appear 

on your TV screen, we stay green 

Money makes the world go around, know what I mean-ean? 

New team, fresh and clean clean on your scene 

Now sing along, sing along, y'all know the theme-heme 

[Popa Chief (singing)] 

Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (aarrgh, wooh) 

Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (oohhh) 

[Hell Razah] 

Yeah, bitches wanna bone a nigga when your records is sellin' 

Labels don't play a nigga when they nuttin' but felons 

Young Razah got that hot shit that's under the Heavens 

GG'z poppin' grey goose feathers 

Prostitute cheddar, crashin' in whips with new leathers 

Bad models be on the dick that shy and strip 

Thinkin' we some gangsters, thugs, Bloods or Crips 

Watch who you sleep, shake hands and hustle with 

Why dream to be rich when I'm already rich? 

Two bars I spit got the hottest nigga pissed 

Chicks kiss the diamonds that twist on our wrist 

Brooklyn Zoo, S.O.M., Dirty Bast' shit, nigga 

[Chorus x2] 

[Ol' Dirty Bastard (Buddha Monk)] 

I whip a nigga ass on hand and hand, you get flashed 

Whatever you do, I stop your ass 

My name is Isis, I kill you with a hiss 

I kill you with my motherfuckin' piss 

A matter of fact you kill yourself, nigga I crash ya stealth 

(See let a nigga come through with that bullshit) 

Yeah we ain't sayin nuttin' 

I never was familiar with bein' pussy 

I loved that shit 'til it's bloody 

[Buddha Monk] 

Hey yo hold up, you told me you liked that shit muddy and swampy 

And you gonna hit it from where (from the back door) 

This Fam right here, is the Fam right here 

And if you fuck with the Zoo you gon' get clapped right there 

For this CREAM nigga, I'll walk through Muddy Waters 

If he be call out, and rob your son and daughter 

Lintballz in my pocket and yours is real lumby 

Nah, Lay Down, gimme what you got G 

Split the pie three ways, live off it for three days 

And when it's done, who's the next victim today 

I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by BIBLE life 

I yap the nigga ripe then stash a nigga right 

Yeah I did wanna do it and the Devil didn't make me 

Linballz in my pocket that made me stick them G'z 

Checkmate, pray to the Lord, your soul He take 

Then I hip into the rob for my Fam I just got 'im, nigga 

[Chorus x2] 

[Outro: Brooklyn Zoo {Popa Chief}] 

Yeah yeah, huh huh (motherfucker) 

That's right, that's right, OK (alright) 

Yeah so {now you be knowin'} 

{Annihilate} 

{Get some papes like Bill Gates}