[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA]
Reunited 'cause it feels so good
Yo, your n***as ain't shit
Reunited 'cause we're understood Your bitch ain't shit
There's one perfect thing and
Your momma ain't shit
Children this one is it
Your daddy ain't shit
We both we're so excited 'cause you ain't shit
We're reunited, hey! hey! l
N***as ain't shit
Your momma ain't shit
Your daddy ain't shit
You ain't shit, you ain't shit
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: GZA]
Reunited, double LP, world excited
Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
From metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
Wicked n***as come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin' off soft-ass beats, them n***as rap happily
Tragically, that style, deteriate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwing your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I come from, getting visual is habitual
Demonstrate walking on hot coal, in rituals
I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it was plural
Rhyming while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments
Just consider the unparallel advantage
Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage
[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor
Casual dresser, you may dress fresher
The way that I speak this shit is energetic
My physique of meat is quite athletic
Remove all MCs who disapprove
That my funky rhyme particle will always have the groove
You're jealous over me n***a, you're not a competitor
You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor
Tryna rock the mic when you get an appetite
All negative on the mic, I dislike
Try to rock the mic but only will reduce
Try to get loose, you juice as a youth
Not knowing to yourself that you shall be frozen
I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen
To rock and shock beats, polite when I recite
Sulfur MCs, you are down right, out right
Try to be talkative, there's no alternative
Hide until I forgive, this motive
I am Unique with the perfected physique
The objective of my rhyme is my own technique
I maintain this paradise on this Earth
With the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth
Watch a n***a catch a purse, super-hero n***as die
Do my dirt, get away and multiply
You bitches, you nice guys
Always want bitch, because you need mine
I'm pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show
'Cause nobody can't fuck with me!
You bootlegging buying motherfuckers, don't do that with me
With all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money!
Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice your baby to the underground
The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxed in
Like a skeleton, growing back your skin?
When I was young, I was taught how to produce
The science of babies getting loose
I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce
Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce
I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie
Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie
Bitches, you're walking on my dirt
We ain't saying nothing, I'm in your ear, make you blink cold Pert
Love potion, plenty bones I put up
What!? What!? What!? What!?
You know what time it is
Mothefuckers!
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Ms. Roxy]
Reunited and it feels so good It's Wu mothefuckers
Reunited cuz we're understood ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers
There's one perfect thing
And children this one is it
We both we're so excited
Cuz we're reunited, hey! hey! It's Wu motherfuckers
Ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers
It's Wu motherfuckers
Ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers
It's Wu motherfuckers
Ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan
We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin?
I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down
Master P, you holdin it down
KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down
Give Snoop my love, E-40
MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond
This is family, I don't give a fuck!
Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, n***a!
Y'all n***as know how the fuck I get down!
KnowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit!
KnowImean? I love y'all n***as!
Motherfucker, my stomach hurts!
Bitch, I got to go!
(ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...)