RZA

Released: August 28, 2001

Featuring: Force MD’s Tiffany Masta Killa

Songwriter: Force MD’s Tiffany RZA Masta Killa

Producer: RZA

[Tiffany]
Bobby, I'm tired of yo' shit, nigga!
I'm tired of you comin' in at 3 o'clock in the fuckin' mornin'
Nigga, you got a fuckin' family here
You act like you don't fuckin' know that shit
Nigga, what the fuck?

Born up in Kings County

[Hook 1 - Force MD's]
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
This how, this is my life..

[RZA]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, YO
A Brooklyn baby, I was born up in King's County
Inside the womb seven months before the Queen found me
Up in wroughty Brownsville with fiends around me
Now roam gat in Staten with Cream Team around me
They called me Bobby, Cousin Billy got the black Harley
Taught his son how to snipe cats like Lee Harvey
Oswald, all's well that ends well
My big brother Divine, he pushed the Benz well
I got the cherry Range, known for rockin' heavy chains
I'm from the tribe of men who would bury Kings
On the back of the A-train, my daydream
Should I make a phat hit or should I take CREAM?
From the Clan that taught you cats Cash Rules
I make slow grind tracks, you grab ass too
Give respect to the Prince when he pass through
Might have a chocolate deluxe in a glass shoe
Cousin Billy, known to strap the black uzi
Shoot you in front of the Jakes like Jack Ruby
Live on TV where you see B-O-B-B-Y
D-I-G-I-T-A-L (A-L!), things ain't too well

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2 - Force MD's]
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
This is how I live my life..

[Masta Killa]
Yeah..
Peace Lafyetee, Stuyvessant, Malcolm X
Shot dice on green, we live from Pulaski y'all
It's Fred Glassy, zig-zag-zig through traffic
Get the herb, get the God, peace Ra'
What's the word on things?
Through the phone I heard the bangin' sounds
In the background, layin' down
I'm spittin' what the people missin'
We extreme with the murder type theme
Don't sleep, get ya head split to the white meat
Big guns, down South we blaze
Shippin' bodies back up North, it's the Weston
Wild Texan, no trespassin'
Long mics hit the dead arm
Planet Earth, home of Islam
Brooklyn, I was physically born, clothes torn
Rough tacklin' the streets, Allah Math' spin techniques
We bring heat to the block party, drinkin' Bacardi
Baggin' shorties for the homies who ain't here

[Hook - both to fade]

[Tiffany {*overlapped by Hook*}]
Bobby, that's right, you ain't shit, nigga
You ain't shit, but a big dick and a mothafuckin' cheque
All that fuckin' Brooklyn shit, Shaolin shit
Nigga, grow the fuck up!
What the fuck is up with you, nigga?
You ain't shit, nigga
Comin' in high off that shit
What the fuck?
I'm tired of yo' shit
What the fuck is that shit anyway?
What the fuck?
And your cousin Billy, I'm sick of that mothafucka
That mothafucka could never come up in this
Mothafuckin' house ever again
He's a criminal mothafuckin' gangsta, see that shit?
A criminal, I'm sick of that shit
I'm sick of yo' shit, Bobby {*echoes*}
Brooklyn this, Shaolin that
What the fuck, nigga?
I don't know why I love your stupid ass anyway
Pssh.. but I do love you Bobby

The master of the Wu-Tang Clan, the beatsmith himself, Robert Fitzgerald “RZA” Diggs came to define the Wu sound throughout its rise. Along with his contributions to the Clan, RZA maintains a steady production and rap career, producing consistent hits and providing us the wonderful #Wu-Wednesdays. Hail to the Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah.

Fellow Wu member, Raekwon discusses RZA’s process for matching the Clan members to his

He is often considered to be one of, if not the greatest hip-hop producer of all time.

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