[ODB + Snoop]

Yeah

Huh, huh

Yeah

Fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that...

Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherfuckin bullets for niggas and shit

Knowhatimsayin?

I feel you my nigga

Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that

I'm diggin it

Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up

Knowhatimsayin?

Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin?

Tired of takin motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit Catchin

45s, being chased by the government, shit like that

I'm diggin it

Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up

Knowhatimsayin ?



[ODB: HOOK]

MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur... [4X]



[Snoop]

Yeah, yeah

Wu-Tang Clan

Big Snoop D O double G

Somethin for the 2000



[ODB]

Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita

Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater

Be the elevator, pussy eater

Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator

Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em

Old Dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash

Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red

Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated

For 29 years, no educated

High caded, cuz you kept it checkmated

What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what

All you niggas I'm puttin you in your place



[HOOK with Snoop's "say what" at end of amateur...]



[Snoop]

Mr. No-Meaner, pussy ho-beater

I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin with my vita

Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em

Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em

This negro right here pimps hoes

I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose

Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose

It just so happens I'm the nigga that she chose

I flows above the rest, mos' def'

Got you shakin yo' ass, and you throwin up yo' set

Whatever you do, you keepin it true

Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew

Oooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker

Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckers

It's a dog day afternoon

The Clan go bang, and the bang go boom

How you love it, how you like it, and how you get it

Do that damn thing and quit buillshittin wit it

MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur (say what)

MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur



[HOOK]



[Snoop]

yeah, yeah...



[BEAT SWITCH]



[Gza]

Yeah, pump that shit, testin

Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes

Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas y'all

To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all

Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all

That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all

To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all

On my flow y'all niggas don't know y'all

You see my style calm but wild

You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes

The eightball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed

I wreck emcees whether I'm last or first

What, what, what, what, hazardous dart

Visual long forgotten art

That fell apart, til the blood ran from the heart

Pump through the street, Rza make re-break beats

Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets

And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank

Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank

Wu niggas rollin, throwin the first rap slogan

Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military clothin'

Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies

My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many

With the wisdom, power of, science from experts

Self applyin, that put giants in the network

The compact disc and televised live cults

Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide note

Yes, what, what



[Deck]

Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop

You keep on, til the break o dawn

Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop

Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock