Azz, Low Lives, Spice 1) [Young Noble: talking] We got Bad Azz in this mother fucker (Outlawz!) Spiggity Spice 1 in this mother fucker (Oaktown) The Low
ya, boy With a .38 kidnap ya, boy Ductape and wrap ya, boy [????] and flash ya, boy Lascerate and trash ya, boy Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor
who it is Yes, straight outta Outkast, it's Andre 3000 Niggas know we be layin' low Lower than roaches doin' push-ups But I'm layin' low with, uh, DJ Dre, the Drunken Master
[Intro: RZA (King Tech)] Yo, yo, P. Diddy might run this city But I walk down the block, flash my -- (Yo RZA, hold up, hold up) Yo what's up son? (Yo,
pictures When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Bejing When we touch down
: [Masta Killa] As we return, to the 36 Chambers The RZA, the GZA The Ol Dirty BZA U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the
When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Bejing When we touch down you
And all the b-boys worldwide and Coast II Coast Peace to Big Boy, peace to Trugoy Master P, Kam, and Afrika Baby Bam Jayo Felony, Money B, and Ol Dirty
doors is on swangs Still crawlin low, roll master on swangs (roll master on swangs) Sippin and pour, I stay sippin that drank (drank) 'Til it get low
you didn't know, this Dogg Pound for life I peel out and skate, I feel the breeze with the top down Glidin' and flossin' through the town, gold D's, low
both flow Injured from head to toe No fit a model, we full throttle You stuck in low, incapable to master flow Everything is tactical, living mathematical Watch master
straight outta Outkast, it's Andre 3000 Niggas know we be layin' low Lower than roaches doin' push-ups But I'm layin' low with, uh, DJ Dre, the Drunken Master