[Intro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard) {Yung Budd}] Ahahahaha... minds start to freeze, at ease It's the Wu-Tang Killa Beez Brooklyn Zu, who you roll, Manchuz {and the Hump, nigga} Comin at yo' avenues, 36 Chambers at a theater near ya (To all my muthafucking niggaz in the place to be, a lllllisten to me) We gonna take ya to a new level of hip hop
[Chorus: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty Bastard] Wu, Gots like come on thru Su, That's the call of the Wu Zu, Gots like come on thru Su, That's the call for the Zu
[Hook: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty Bastard] If you're 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
[Yung Budd] I'm 'bout to introduce y'all niggaz to a sound so amazing (Suuu) That's the call for ya crew My team the Hump, homey And we'll thump on anybody trying to fuck with the Zu or Buddha Monk, homey I'm trying to chill though Cuz I'm in a position where I got got bread, got guns and real hoes Cooch tight, give a mean blow And they'll pop anybody in they shit if they cream on 'em Swift bitch, think not? Meet me at a green light Ya Mazeratti get bodied, pop Talk shit, got the shotty on 'em So put ya hands up 'fore I have to put a body on it The rap chicks I rock, the army want it My hobbies and jeans cause multi-hundreds Can't say I ain't go no swagger Cuz the war god duke, never seemed like no Scooby Doo
[Chorus 2 4X: Yung Budd] Punk, act up, get ya ass stomped (Squado) That's the call for the pump
[Hook 2 2X: Yung Budd] If ya from East New York and ya down with Hump Squad, throw yo' hands up If ya chilling in the whip with a bitch blowing pif, uh, throw yo' hands up
[Pooh] Fuck showing me love and just give me my respect Cuz I'm due for it, dog, I'm one of the best Yeah, I'm young and out of control, slugs hit ya body, and so And pit ya ass six feet in a hole Fuck a chick cuz this money I fold Make the world go round, and hoes go down in the back of the Rove That's what I know, fuck what ya been told My life is a novel, so after this verse, the chapter is closed And I don't trust no nigga, fam Disrespect the team, and watch how quick I cock back, click and BLAM A nigga fresh and clean, and now's spic and spam Ten shots to the face, could shorten ya attention span And I stay with the Hump, niggaz, stay with the pump Brooklyn Zu, part two, paying homage to the Monk
[Chorus 2 4X]
[Hook 2 2X]
[Outro: Yung Budd] It's the illa-illa-illest in the place to be R.I.P. my nigga O.D.B.
