Lyric The Grunge

(feat. Beretta 9)
[Intro: Beretta 9]
car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress
37 between 106th
we got a possible homicide
all cars, all cars, we got a situation down

[RZA]
Aiyo, toxi off the grey goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
Ya ll bitches want beef, son, you got it
Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob Diz-noc
Plex on the K.B., son, you get shiz-not
Right in your hiz-ead, you ll be diz-ed
Don t front on this nigga, I mma from New York Ci-zey!
Ya ll butter pec , make my nuts weak
Have me walk around, talkin backward with stutter speak
Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
Butter pec , make my nutter weak
And ya ll crabs down south, you ain t got a clue
How it feel to slip in that papi chino power u
White Cadillac truck just high beamed us
Mami look like she was Angie Martinez
I don t espanol, I play imposter
I was like "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"
And slip back to my casa
She was like "Nigga! You sound like rasta!"
I m the ace in the decks...

[girl speaking spanish]

[RZA]
I m the ace in the deck, still casin a Tec
That filled with the taste of the lead, buck buck
The bass and the treb , the space in the back
Where chumps walk by, and they face get slapped
I m not known to talk a lot
Sit on five whips, son, so I don t walk a lot
Got ten chicks, so I don t hawk a lot
Been around the world, but I love New York a lot
Especially up in Bedstuy, with those crazy Cuffies
Or in Fort Green, with those crazy Cuffies
Ya ll floss like ya ll Jay-Z and Puffy s
You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie
Bobby! Fuckin the mics is my hobby
Fuckin the mics is my hobby

[Outro: girl]
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby

[car smashing and glass shattering]