Snakes Lyrics - Killah Priest

Now number two, practiced the snake style 

He was known as the snake spirit 

He had the speed of a snake 

[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 

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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 

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] 

Photos 

[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 achieve 

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 through 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, you-God 

Yo!!!