Now number two, practiced the snake style

He was known as the snake spirit

He had the speed of a snake

Niggas 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 they slither

Whoever, yo

Fearsome shit, check it out

Yo, yo

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

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 was just stagger, smellin' like Bacardi

The Dragon, braggin', how he was f**n mad hotties

Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden

He licked off, about a dozen

Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin

Nobody was standin' when the n**a started bustin'

Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors

That's the last thing that I saw

Damn, we plan to make grands of our home

(Number two)

Jagged edge, rockin' God, hard as Stonehenge

Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge

Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor

And on the block he was called by the momma's and the grandma's

Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent

His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct

His most recent cape 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' niggas 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 niggas be lookin' out

Hopin' he gets shot or tooken out, or locked the f**k up in Brooklyn House

In PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot

(Number two, the snake)

Do the knowledge to a n**a named Trigga

Bad rude boy 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

Niggas actin' like they got the block locked

Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food

But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin' gun totin'

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

Niggas I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk

Memories of injuries wounds and burns

Walkin' through the streets of Medina I stand firm

'Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down

Without a doubt, niggas who front, get snuffed out

Justice must be born there's no escape

'Cause a snake can't be reformed so I wait

Comin' in the name to proclaim your fame for protection

And you don't know no f**n' lessons?

(Number two, the snake)

Bad, bad, Leroy Brown

Baddest man in the whole damn town

Badder than the deep blue sea

Badder than you and me

Niggas comin' thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin'

Like a p**a, but I'm bitin you back, like a black panther

The style I'm ampin' the, f**k my name, who I be?

F**k the game, it's all about the money!

Sometimes I get high with the M**h

Then I turn to the Killah Priest

When it comes twelve o'clock

I turn into the demon beast, yo

Yo f**k that shit!

(Number two, the snake)

Yo, show these motherf**kers what time it is

(Number two, the snake)

Who's the bad ass?

Who's the bad ass?

(Now number two)

(He practiced the snake style

He was known as the snake spirit) Yeah

Lyrics, never waitin', twelve days, penetrated

When I come with the ruffness, mad niggas 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, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill!

I don't need to rhyme no more, niggas know, yo!

To all the Wu-Tang Clan members

The Ghostface Killer, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol Dirty Bastard

The Method Man, the Chef, Raekwon, Inspector Deck, U-God

Yo