Now number two, practiced the snake style   He was known as the snake spirit   He had the speed of a snake      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 state in Island   Wherever you see em they slither   Whoever fearsome shit check it out      It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder   Said stay strong cuz 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      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 mommas and the grandmas   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 narc's 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 token 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      Do the knowledge to a nigga named Frigga   Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica   With visions to venture, to the US   To receive the gold that he couldn't acheive   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   Because 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   Because 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      Bad, bad, Leroy Brown   Baddest man in the whole damn town   Badder than the deep blue sea   Badder than you and me   Niggaz comin threw the trees, like a salamander, bitin   Like a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, like a black panther   The style I'm ampin the fuck my name, who I be?   Fuck the game, it's all about the money   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 fuck that shit   Number two, the snake   Show these motherfuckers what time it is   Number two, the snake   Whose the bad ass?   Whose the bad ass?   Now number two   He practiced the snake style   He was known as the snake spirit      Lyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetrated   When I come with the roughness, 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 ya cub grafted six   Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's I'll   When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, buddah chill!      I don't need to rhyme no more, niggaz know   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