{I'll be next shit   Party we will party along with me}      Sing the song, sing the song with me   Sing the song, sing the song with me      B-b-baby, tell me why, tell me so   I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low   So I go low taste the shit   Taste it again, I like it      I'm the original G O D   Making young ladies scream's my specialty   When I go dun dun dun duh, girls get hype   From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped      When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow   Not sayin' ason, duck duck disco   Or disco duck, strictly hip hop   Baby, baby, I can't stop      Wu, gots ta like come on through   So, that's the call for the Wu   I came here to rectify   Brooklyn zoo, terrify      Why niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap   Man fuck that, shit that I make it's the skit   I wanna see ya hands in the air can ya dig it, let's sing the song   Come on party people all in together now sing along      Have you ever, ever, ever   In your long legged life   Had a bald headed bitch   For your bald headed wife      {Gimme dat}      Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town   And also representer of the Wu Tang sound   If you wanna get up and get fucked up   Last nigga got up and got shot up      But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya   Mess with the Wu Tanger, I'll bang ya   You'll get shanked and spanked and alley ooped   I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop      Chamber number 9, verse 32   Only speaks about Brooklyn zoo   That a true nigga shall come through   No one is available to be compatible      Yo, this is chamber number 9, verse 32   is what we call The Stomp      (Stomp)   The stomp is down   (Stomp)   Get down for your crown   (Stomp)   The stomp is down   (Stomp)   Crown   (Stomp, go, go)   Stomp      Brothas always playin' with the microphone   When it blows up in your face, you leave it alone   You couldn't touch, this style is too much   It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch      Any nigga or niggerette   Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette   Straight up and down, I get dirty to the ground   Rhymin' gets me paid mad bread by the pound      Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all   Go by the name big A, from the shelter