(feat. Ol' Dirty b****** & Drunken Dragon)
[Intro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty b******)]
Ahahahaha
Minds start to freeze, at ease
Its the Wu-Tang Killa Beez
Brooklyn Zu, where we roll, Manchuz
Comin at yo' avenuez
36 chambaz at a theater near ya
(To all my m****f***in n***** in the place to be
And lllllast man to me)
We gon' take hip hop to anotha level
[Chorus: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty b******]
Wu, Gots like come on through
Su, That's the call of the Wu
Zu, Gots like come on through
Su, That's the call for the Zu
[Hook: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty b******]
If your from the east coast and
you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Su, That's the call for your crew
If your from the west coast and
you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Su, That's the call for your crew
[Buddha Monk]
Yo, I make myself official with the 7-dotted temple
And the knowledge procedes to take off like Emmitt's missle
Its the rapfire comin from this Lord, Monk and sire
Cut like barbfire, ka-boom, just raise your hands higher
I get off even if its battle or war, yall n***** hit the floor
And word iz bond, It still prescibes laws, hate the allegations
So, I slam on this nation with motivation and watch out for the Zu
domination
We could take it to anotha level, glock-block that kills treble
Honey rebels, and all yall n***** betta end up in f***** Belleview
Yo, I mean that, I'm a god and I cut you no slack
You wanna act, then I attack and just split your wig back
Your some lame a** n**** rockin Tommy Hilfiger
With 3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger
And all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the a**assination
You betta check up with your still and just watch the Zu nation
[Chorus]
[Drunken Dragon - Zu Manchuz]
Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist
Got the punk for your mind leavinz n***** in bliss
I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your soul
Pullin out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold
I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink
And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking
I send your wack a** back to class, learn something
So you can peep the real s***, and you can stop fronting
On your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip
When n***** burn the drama they put teks on your lips
Hey son, I just thought about that s***
And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the d***
The Drunken Dragon, comin at you
And if I hear you say Brooklyn Zu, I say "Yo, who you?" cuz
[Chorus]
[Buddha Monk]
Back the f*** up before I use my gat
Spray two to your neck and four to your back
It's the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina
Look on my face it shows, no one meaner
Brooklyn Zu Killa Bees on the swarm
I be in your area so sound the alarm
Monks in the front know not to f***** drunk
Knocking down n*****, and the girl sees the lump
s*** is real, yes I'm hittin hard like steel
I'm comin through your town so it's best that you peel
For real, yes I get dirty with my skill
No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up
n*****, your crazy, I leave no f***** traces
When I put it on that a** you'll be desintegrated
Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick
Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick
Your hit, by this trife s*** that I fix
I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, cuz
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Outro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty b******)]
1-1-2, 4-4-1 Frankin Av.
Peace, to my n**** Wack
(Its all good, its all bad
Dirty runs for the mayor next year, finally
You'll neva see meeeeeee)
Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu
SUUUUUUUUUUU!!
[Intro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty b******)]
Ahahahaha
Minds start to freeze, at ease
Its the Wu-Tang Killa Beez
Brooklyn Zu, where we roll, Manchuz
Comin at yo' avenuez
36 chambaz at a theater near ya
(To all my m****f***in n***** in the place to be
And lllllast man to me)
We gon' take hip hop to anotha level
[Chorus: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty b******]
Wu, Gots like come on through
Su, That's the call of the Wu
Zu, Gots like come on through
Su, That's the call for the Zu
[Hook: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty b******]
If your from the east coast and
you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Su, That's the call for your crew
If your from the west coast and
you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Su, That's the call for your crew
[Buddha Monk]
Yo, I make myself official with the 7-dotted temple
And the knowledge procedes to take off like Emmitt's missle
Its the rapfire comin from this Lord, Monk and sire
Cut like barbfire, ka-boom, just raise your hands higher
I get off even if its battle or war, yall n***** hit the floor
And word iz bond, It still prescibes laws, hate the allegations
So, I slam on this nation with motivation and watch out for the Zu
domination
We could take it to anotha level, glock-block that kills treble
Honey rebels, and all yall n***** betta end up in f***** Belleview
Yo, I mean that, I'm a god and I cut you no slack
You wanna act, then I attack and just split your wig back
Your some lame a** n**** rockin Tommy Hilfiger
With 3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger
And all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the a**assination
You betta check up with your still and just watch the Zu nation
[Chorus]
[Drunken Dragon - Zu Manchuz]
Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist
Got the punk for your mind leavinz n***** in bliss
I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your soul
Pullin out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold
I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink
And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking
I send your wack a** back to class, learn something
So you can peep the real s***, and you can stop fronting
On your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip
When n***** burn the drama they put teks on your lips
Hey son, I just thought about that s***
And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the d***
The Drunken Dragon, comin at you
And if I hear you say Brooklyn Zu, I say "Yo, who you?" cuz
[Chorus]
[Buddha Monk]
Back the f*** up before I use my gat
Spray two to your neck and four to your back
It's the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina
Look on my face it shows, no one meaner
Brooklyn Zu Killa Bees on the swarm
I be in your area so sound the alarm
Monks in the front know not to f***** drunk
Knocking down n*****, and the girl sees the lump
s*** is real, yes I'm hittin hard like steel
I'm comin through your town so it's best that you peel
For real, yes I get dirty with my skill
No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up
n*****, your crazy, I leave no f***** traces
When I put it on that a** you'll be desintegrated
Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick
Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick
Your hit, by this trife s*** that I fix
I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, cuz
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Outro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty b******)]
1-1-2, 4-4-1 Frankin Av.
Peace, to my n**** Wack
(Its all good, its all bad
Dirty runs for the mayor next year, finally
You'll neva see meeeeeee)
Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu
SUUUUUUUUUUU!!