feat. Killah Priest, RZA, Masta Killa, Buddah Monk
  
  Intro/Verse 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
  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 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]
  
  Verse Two: The RZA
  
  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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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]
  
  Verse Three: Masta Killa
  
  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 acheive
  in his country, even though he sold mad weed
  for the next man, who was the Don of the clan
  Niggaz 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
  Niggaz 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, niggaz 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]
  
  Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard
  
  Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
  Baddest man in the whole damn town
  Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa
  Badder than you and meeeeee
  Niggaz comin thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin
  Like a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, like a black pantha
  The style I'm ampin the... fuck my name, who I be?
  Fuck the game, it's all about the moneyyyy!
  Owahhaerahh, 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] Rawwrarrrah
  Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!!
  WHOSE THE BAD-ASS? *rawharrah*
  WHOSE THE BAD-ASS?
  [now number two] Rawwwaahrah
  [he practiced the snake style
  he was known as the snake spirit] YEAHhhhhh
  
  Verse Five: Buddah Monk
  
  Lyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetrated
  When I come with the ruffness, mad niggaz try to rush this
  Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless
  When I try to stay sick, it's yacub grafted six
  Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill
  When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill!!
  
  Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard
  
  I don't need to rhyme no more, niggaz 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!!!