[Intro]
Now number two, practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit
He had the speed of a snake
N***as is like serpents out there (Snake style, no one could compete)
Serpents will bite
Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
They slither in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
Slither in the streets of Manhattan
In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
Streets of Staten Island
Wherever you see 'em, thеy slither
Whoever
Yo, fеarsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back to the heathens that he roll with
They shot him up and down, nobody knows shit
My peers, little ears
He came up to me with a eye full of tears
Last night we was shootin' dice and gettin' nice
Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise
We were in the hallway all day
Me, Steve and Little Ray
Probably at first they tried to rob me
Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
Then came Scotty, fragile body
My first impression, he returned from a party
He would just stagger, smellin' like Bacardi
The Dragon, braggin' how he was fuckin' mad hotties
Pressed on the elevator button, and all of a sudden
He licked off about a dozen
Slugs from the cannon that ripped through my cousin
No one was standing when the n***a started bustin'
Blood started to flood the floors by the elevator door
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we planned to make grands and buy a home
(It's number two)
[Verse 2: RZA]
Jagged edge, rock headed god hard as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manner
And on the block he was called by the mamas
And the grandmas, "indecent", "heathen", "juvenile delinquent"
His weekends was frequently locked inside the precinct
His most recent case for catchin' papes
Was snatchin' up snakes on a roof butt-naked, hang 'em off like drapes
Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face
Razor blade sharp who invades the dark
And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS, iron heart like Tony Starks
A fierce lion who never leave the crib without the iron
And on the block he be slingin' rocks and duckin' from the sirens
Greetin' n***as he loved with a pound and a bear hug
Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub
A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten
He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin
And when he came through n***as be lookin' out
Hopin' he gets shot or tooken out
Or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn House
In PC on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
Yo, do the knowledge to a n***a named Trigga (Number two, the snake)
Bad rudeboy from the land of Jamaica
With visions to venture to the U.S
To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve
In his country, even though he sold mad weed
For the next man, who was the Don of the clan
N***as acting like they got the block locked
Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
But I be the rudest, bad boy stepping gun toting
Shots lash out like a violent explosion
At the n***a, who tries to stop my production
Intervene the scene and slow up the cream
None of that black, East New York, gun talk
N***as I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk
Memories of injuries, wounds and burns
Walking through the streets of Medina I stand firm
'Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down
Without a doubt, n***as who front get snuffed out
Justice must be born, there's no escape
'Cause a snake can't be reformed so why wait?
Coming in the name to proclaim your fame for protection
And you don't know no fuckin' lessons? (Number two, the snake)
[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than the deep blue sea
Badder than you and me
N***as coming through the trees like a salamander
Biting like a piranha
But I'm biting you back like a black panther
The style, I'm ampin' the
Fuck my name, who I be?
Fuck the game, it's all about the money
Sometimes I get high with the Meth
Then I turn to the Killah Priest
When it comes twelve o'clock
I turned into the demon beast

[Interlude]
Yo, yo fuck that shit
Yo, show these motherfuckers what time it is (Number two, the snake)
(Number two, the snake)
Who's the badass?
Who's the badass?
(Now number two)
(He practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit)
[Verse 5: Buddha Monk]
Lyrics, never waiting, twelve days penetrated
When I come with the roughness, mad n***as try to rush this
Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless
When I try to stay sick, it's Yakub grafted six
Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill
When I drop the greatest skills, brothers say, "Buddha, chill"

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I don't need to rhyme no more, n***as know, yo
To all the Wu-Tang Clan members
The Ghostface Killah, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
The Method Man, the Chef, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, U-God, yo