دانلود آهنگ The Worst
از Onyx

[Intro]
“Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!”
“Onyx! Onyx!”
“Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!”
“Onyx! Onyx!”

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
A-yo, staircase to stage now
Major waves, tank top Nautica, flippin’ your daughter thirty ways
Yeah, who want mine? Bent outta shape
One-time play the mall, starin’ at your bird of all sunshine
Watch my shit shift, niggas in the back, wigs lift
You know the stats, God, don’t even ask, pah, back slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat
This yellow love nigga fuckin’ with a rich cat
My shit now 5-feet-6 with a crisp hat plush
Throwin’ down on thirty bricks, niggas is with that
Dough, Federados locked my man, yo, hit lotto
Three-hundred thousand in the bottle
Bitch snack is Heiml technique, rover in the robe, gold link
You know the code, ‘Rique, suitcase money, stow heat
Rock Navi’s dough, hundred dollar bags valet
That nigga crab meat, gamin’ himself like Milton Bradley

[Verse 2: Fredro Starr & X-1]
Yo, the semi-automatic Glock this, unlock this
The weed spots get knocked, it’s so hot, chicks is topless
Whips is spotless, chrome rims, spend obnoxious
You can’t knock this! Bustin’ shots—you better not miss!
X-1 wild out, and make you watch this
‘Til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin’ scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge and bust a cap, X could never trust a cat
Onyx is as hot as it gets!
Bitches fuckin’ for free is outta the quest’
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest! WHAT!
I toss the heat from across the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin’ soft and sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga, don’t waste mine
Expose my 9, throwin’ your shine, your froze in time
Lookin’ at death, holdin’ your breath
Laid out on the dance floor, blood and Moët, I’m blowin’ your set
Trick twenty G’s, no sweat, your goin’ in debt
I’m goin’ for broke, I’m blowin’ out smoke, you catch a stroke
Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
X-Milli-1, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form
Bringin’ the storm, forseein’ you warned
Nothin’ keepin’ me calm but heat in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see what I’m on? Creepin’ outta the dark
Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park[Chorus: Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
“First things first, man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst”
“First things first, man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst”
“First things first, man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst”
“You can’t slam, don’t let me get fool on a man”

[Verse 3: Sonny Seeza]
Steel master, grab half the cash fast and bash
And splash yo’ class, mash your staff, what?!
Nigga, get smacked, you ain’t worth a punch, hurt your bunch
Get murked, you front in the wrong circle, punk!
Mack clever niggas dat regulate
Catch you on the d-low in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacatin’ your space, breakin’ your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and won’t miss you!
Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash
Pull fast for your stash
Long as the war last, foot up in your ass
Tryin’ to count more math, bringin’ the hardcore rap!

[Verse 4: Killa Sin]
Yo, we be the mainstream, supreme rhyme top-of-the-line cuisine fiends
Number one love for thug, queens schemin’ on C.R.E.A.M.
My whole team love the E-cup bras and mob cars
Killa Sin known for makin’ niggas reach for the stars
This terrorist lyricist in the midst of the abyss
Cannabis evangelists, iron palms with metal fists
Wu build like construction and bang like percussion
All the Planet Battery packs combust and malfunction, what?!
[Chorus: Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
“First things first, man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst”
“First things first, man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst”
“First things first, man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst”
“You can’t slam, don’t let me get fool on a man”

[Verse 5: Sticky Fingaz & Method Man]
Holy shit! Who the fuck is dat?
(It’s John John) Sticky Fingaz, kid, you got my back?
(I got yo’ back, cousin) I got the MAC-dozen
(And when them niggas start dumpin’, bust back, cousin)
‘Cause it’s a new year—time for some new shit!
Nowadays, rappers dyin’ over music
Dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin’ songs for survival
Duckin’ homicidal, you rival
Yeah-yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang—on tracks we gang-bang
Chitty-bang-bang (Chitty-chitty-bang-bang)
Hot Nix’ spit flame, lava pump through my veins
Caught in the zone, home on the range
A-yo, you rang on ferocious, atrocious
We got that supercalifragalisticexpiala… (Dope shit!)
(8 ball in the corner pocket) We snatch wallets
Off the white collared. The Big Apple forever rotted
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix’
(So what the bumbaclot?) Pop shit, we do the knowledge
To shark niggas, once bitten, major swingers heavy hittin’
Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens
Stop bitchin’, no slippin’, no pot to piss in
The meltin’ pot’s boilin’ hot now in Hell’s Kitchen (Yo, yo)
Sticky Fingaz—one of the illest motherfuckers
Believe dat: my moms don’t raise no suckas
I slap rappers, turn ’em into singers
Touch somethin’ of mine, and you’ll have nine fingaz!
(‘Nuff said, let’s paint this whole fuckin’ town red)
And rip (*Paper sheet tear*), they whole crew to a shred
I got cold blood! (I pull yo’ plug) I hold, bust!
(Show no love) So bugged! (Shoot yo’ home up)
And shoot up the whole club! (We throw slugs) You ain’t no thug!
I earned every Goddamn penny that I got, son
I’m rollin’ shotgun in the convertible
I wish a nigga wo-wo-would try to fuckin’ jack me, I’ll murder you!
(I’ll murder you— I’ll murder you— I’ll murder you)
[Chorus: Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
“First things first, man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst”
“First things first, man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst”
“First things first, man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst”
“You can’t slam, don’t let me get fool on a man”

[Outro]
“Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!”
“Onyx! Onyx!”
“Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!”
“Onyx! Onyx!”