Pop Shots - produced by DJ Premier

Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty
 "See my name is the ODB"
 "The-the-the-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard"
 "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang"
 "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella"
 "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang"
 As I poppppppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts
 As I po-a-opppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts
 '86 was the year that it started
 Crack hit the states, and my hood got to poppin'
 Back then, you had to catch it with narcotics
 Without a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects
 Nowadays, if a nigga say you got it
 You be sitting in the county, with like 3 or 4 charges
 Young when started, but I had a talent
 To get this package up, cuz I took it as a challenge
 The older niggas game me much as I can handle
 Cop the eagle, started jackin' with the green New Balance shit
 I'm feelin' clean, I was only thirteen
 With the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans
 My name's spelled right on my four finger ring
 It was Dirt then, cuz McGirt you ain't seen
 "The Ol' Dirty Bastard"
 "Rollin..."
 Toe to toe, I scrap with the best
 If I spit ten rhymes, nigga, nine gon' connect
 If you ain't feelin' 1 or 2, I respect
 Cuz I probably just forgot, and wrote it strictly for my set
 Wu-Tang, man I love my set
 Niggas comin' up here, this is where the G's at
 Look here, more money, more problems, my ass
 You'se a naive cat, if you still believe that, for real
 That's a trick to try to keep you where you at
 All content, while niggas ridin' Bentley's and Maybach
 Think I'mma lay back, playa, forget it
 First hundred G's, I see, nigga, I'm tryin' to flip it
 And that's some real shit, not just a lyric
 Drop a couple open cases, not too specific
 Niggas out here tryin' to prove whose the realest
 It's ok to pop shit, but come a little different
 "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..."
 "The ODB"
 "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..."
 "The-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard"
 "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang"
 "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella"
 "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang"
 "See my name is the ODB"