Pop Shots (produced by DJ Premier) - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty

«See my name is the ODB»

«The-the-the-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard»

«Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang»

«Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella»

«Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang»

As I poppppppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts

As I po-a-opppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts

'86 was the year that it started

Crack hit the states, and my hood got to poppin'

Back then, you had to catch it with narcotics

Without a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects

Nowadays, if a nigga say you got it

You be sitting in the county, with like 3 or 4 charges

Young when started, but I had a talent

To get this package up, cuz I took it as a challenge

The older niggas game me much as I can handle

Cop the eagle, started jackin' with the green New Balance shit

I’m feelin' clean, I was only thirteen

With the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans

My name’s spelled right on my four finger ring

It was Dirt then, cuz McGirt you ain’t seen

«The Ol' Dirty Bastard»

«Rollin…»

Toe to toe, I scrap with the best

If I spit ten rhymes, nigga, nine gon' connect

If you ain’t feelin' 1 or 2, I respect

Cuz I probably just forgot, and wrote it strictly for my set

Wu-Tang, man I love my set

Niggas comin' up here, this is where the G’s at

Look here, more money, more problems, my ass

You’se a naive cat, if you still believe that, for real

That’s a trick to try to keep you where you at

All content, while niggas ridin' Bentley’s and Maybach

Think I’mma lay back, playa, forget it

First hundred G’s, I see, nigga, I’m tryin' to flip it

And that’s some real shit, not just a lyric

Drop a couple open cases, not too specific

Niggas out here tryin' to prove whose the realest

It’s ok to pop shit, but come a little different

«Tell 'em who the fuck I be…»

«The ODB»

«Tell 'em who the fuck I be…»

«The-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard»

«Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang»

«Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella»

«Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang»

«See my name is the ODB»