[ODB] Yeah yeah (come on) 
Ahahahhhahaha 
Minds Start to freeze at ease (ah na Nigga) 
Its the Wu-
Tang Killa 
Bees Brooklyn 
Zu (yeah) 
Mad Twos Coming at your avenue 36 
Chambers at a theater 
Near you You don't know what can happen 
We are gonna take it to a new level in hip-hop [Chorus - ODB] 
Wu gots like come on through, 
Sooooh is the call for the 
Wu Zu gots like come on through, 
Soooooh is the call for the 
Zu If your from the east coast and your down with 
Brooklyn Zu 
Soooh thats the call for your crew 
If your from the west coast and your down with 
Brooklyn Zu 
Soooh thats the call for your crew [Buddha Monk] 
They call me heatmizer 
Blowing my top your not wiser 
The lyrical robber 
I burn ya ass like 
Lava Magma 
Plus you can bust my crust 
They call me road runner 
I leave ya ass in the dust 
I drink the heat beneath the 
Earth's core 6 
Million and 50 degrees maybe more 
Over ground mounds, metallic minerals, enough flesh 
Leaving mother fuckers in a mess 
Myyyy crustal plate, you cant separate my colossal force 
BLAST!! your off course 
Drying molting rock, 
I can flow nonstop 
Condense with sea water watch me spin like a top 
For miles and miles deep 
You cant endure the heat 
Be the first to run or the last nigga sleep 
I sore with the glasses, 
Thick like molasses 
Now I breath exhale the poison gases [Chorus] [Drunken Dragon] 
Now take this 
I hit you with the drunken dragon fist 
Got the funk for you mind leaving niggas in bliss 
I look deep in your eyes, digging into your soul 
Pulling out the inner thoughts, weak minds behold 
I know exactly what your thinking 
Wait for you to blink and hit you with a rhyme and make your ego sinking 
I send your wack ass back to class, learn something 
So you can peep the real shit and you can stop fronting 
On your phony block, with your phony glock 
And so you slip, when niggas burn the drama they put text on your lips 
Booka Blaww! 
Son I just about thought of that shit 
So you want to be a gansta rapper boy you get the dick 
The drunken dragon coming at you 
If I hear you say 
Brooklyn Zu then 
I say who you! [Chorus] [ODB] 
Now back the fuck up before 
I use my gat 
Spray two to your neck, and four to your back 
Its the hard-core warrior straight from 
Madena Look upon my face it shows no ameba 
Brooklyn Zu, 
Killa bees on the swarm 
I bee in your area so sound the alarm 
Monks in the front, not the fucking trunk 
Knocking down niggas, and girls see the lump 
Shit is real, yes im hitting hot like spiel 
Im coming through your town, so its best that your peel 
For real Yes 
I get dirty with my skills 
No slacks in my thoughts no time for me (cough) 
Niggas your crazy 
I leave no fucking traces 
When I leave it on your ass you be desinergrated 
Crazy lunatic, with the style thats sick 
Somebody in my click is bound to set up it, ya hit 
By the strikes shit that 
I fist, Im just like the devil 
I dont play no tricks [Chorus] [ODB, Drunken Dragon and Buddha Monk] 
Yeah yeah, yeah 1070 
New York Ave 
All my niggas on 
New York Ave 
Drunken Dragon 
RR keep it real, (DONT FUCK WITH MEEEEE!!) 
Texas yo We 
Love ya