Intro:
Yeah!!
Chorus:
Pass it off I wanna flip (I got the loaded clip)
Pass it off and move back (I`m reachin in my napsack)
Pass it off I wanna flip (Let me show you how)
Pass it off then buck for Staten Isle
[Rubbabandz]
My style is mad funky, gots to show the funk
Don`t need a girl who be traps like a ho
Which means I`m baggin bitches, my rhymes is gettin fatter
I dropped a lyrical bomb, y`all seem to scatter
You talk and chit chatter, it really don`t matter
I`m too cold to hold and badder than the Mad Hatter
I`m a basketcase like the man with the chainsaw
Underground sounds that I rip from the core
The superfly, funktastic, never took a loss
Cause I chose to burn competition like a torch
Got a short fuse, when I`m lit I`m outta touch
I take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud
Missile for bob-around suckas like a pistol
You beat me in a battle? Ha ha, now that`s a riddle
I like to keep my style pumpin on the regular
I`m the man, takin calls like I`m on a cellular
I pack the rhymes like a tourist packs the luggage
On one hand I`m rough and on the other hand I`m rugged
Chorus
[K-Tez]
Pass it off to the right so I can flip kid
Shorty wildstyle, not for that old ill shit
Wu-Tang slang I`m puttin in your brain
You don`t want it, they don`t want it, niggaz don`t want it
Don`t flex boy because my shit is real
I`m sendin chills through your body like my man Evander Holyfield (oooh)
Everyday is get rough out in my town
That`s Staple-town
Every other day a body`s found, yo
Got mad stacks, don`t even move kid I`m strapped
Tez got mad stacks inside his napsack
Here`s a warning, I gets my meth and my forty and gets lifted
And fly in the sky like Mike Jordan
[Down Low Recka]
Now here we go, I`m back for mo` check the flow
Up from the Down Low as I wreck the show
Cause niggaz is borin, ohh you got me yawnin
You come and go easy like a Sunday mornin
Pass the method, I wanna get blunted
That`s how I knew Wu-Tang slang was what you wanted
So I brung it, pass the mic, watch me tongue it
Now you done it
Tried to flip then you fronted
Chorus
[Shyheim]
Well I`m a bad little bastard how can you ask it
Many tried to flip and stick but got blasted
And dropkicked by a nigga that`s mad sick and wicked
Got more skins than a click kid
A rebel that switch his level just like a devil
For those who rock heavy metal I bash you with a shovel
Cause me and my boys make noise up and down the block
I rocks and rocks get hot and blow up the spot
Cause my styles is buckwild and it shakes the ground
With a fat sound that funk like James Brown
I hope you listen cause I wasn`t babblin no mission
A blank eye then run outta ammunition
On your ass real fast, no second thoughts you get blasted
So heed the words from the bad little bastard
Chorus 2X
