Artist: Wu-Tang Clan f/ Snoop Dogg
Album:  The W
Song:   Conditioner
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Snoop Dogg)]
Yeah, yeah, knowhatimsayin
(I feel you, my nigga)
Tired of takin muthafuckin bullets for niggas and shit, knowhatimsayin
Catchin 45's, gettin tapes by the government
Shit like that, bitches you know
Mind scapin, tryin to set a nigga up, knowhatimsayin
Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah knowhatimsayin
Tired of takin muthafuckin bullets for niggas and shit, knowhatimsayin
Catchin 45's, gettin tapes by the government
Shit like that, bitches you know
Mind scapin, tryin to set a nigga up, knowhatimsayin

[Chorus 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Bang ya head, Wu-Tang Clan, Big Snoop D-O double G
Somethin for the 2000

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Ya momma named Teeter, popa named Skeeter
Fuck that nigga when it come to the heater
Peep the elevator, pussy eater
Tube disheritor, got shot, a hibernator
Get a nigga later, he got to vacate her
Ol' Dirty corporator, splash I'm up on the panani flash
Back gash, Macintosh, some like it bread
Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated, with 29 years, no educated
Hydrated, cuz you kept it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in ya face like what?
These niggas, I'm puttin you in ya place

[Chorus 4X]

[Snoop Dogg]
Mr. No Meaner, pussy whole beater
I'm keep four heater, when I'm dippin with my meter
Suckas, they wanna beat us, join us, but we don't need them
Pump 'em and defeat them, 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 buddies at these hoes, put up bud like a rose
It just so happens, I'm the nigga that she chose
I flows above the rest, most def
Got you shakin ya ass, and you throwin up ya set
Whatever you do, you keepin it true
Big Dogg and O.D.B. I thought you knew
Ooh, the Wu, is back up in this muthafucka
Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckas {*car speeding by*}
It's +A Doggz 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 bullshittin wit it

[Chorus 2X: Snoop Dogg]

[Chorus 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

--beat changes--

[GZA]
Yeah, pump that shit, testin, check, one two
Yes, yes, yes, yesh yesh 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, nuthin but dimes
The 8-Bar murder verse, freestyle off rehearse
I wreck MC's, whether I'm last or first, what, what, what, what
Hazardous dart, visual long forgotten art
That fell apart, till the blood ran from the heart
Punk thru the street, RZA make, we break beats
Pack seats, rappin fire raps, set off track meets
In the 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, shout out to military clothing
Quickly blow up, rolled up them rappers like pennies
My brother stacks tracks on the behalf of many
With the Wisdom, power of science from experts
Self applyin that put giants in the network
Them compact discs and televised live quotes
We multiply our strength on the world wide note
Yes, what, what

[Inspectah Deck]
Yesh yesh, y'all, ya don't stop
You keep on, till the break of dawn
A yesh yesh y'all, ya don't stop
And Wu-Tang known to make ya body rock