Текст песни: The Worst + перевод

Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major waves

Tanktop Nautica, flippin your daughter thirty ways

Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time

Play the mall, starin at your bird of all sunshine

Watch my shit shift, niggas in the back, wigs lift

You know the stats God, don’t even ask pa, back slit

Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat

This yellow love nigga fuckin with a rich cat

My shit bad, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush

Throwin down on thirty bricks, niggas is with that

Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto

Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle

Bitch snack is Heiml technique, rover in the robe, gold link

You know the code 'Rique, suitcase money, stow heat

Rock Navi’s dough, hundred dollar bags valet

That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley

Yo the semi-automatic Glock this, unlock this

The weed spots get knocked, it’s so hot chicks is topless

Whips are spotless, chrome rims spend obnoxious

You can’t knock this, bust a shot you better not miss

X-1 wild out, and make you watch this

'til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin scraps out the garbage

Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap

X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets

Bitches fuckin for free, is outta the quest'

Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest

I toss the heat from across the street

Fly you up off your feet, you die livin soft and sweet

Street crime, time is money, nigga don’t waste mine

Expose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time

Lookin at death, holdin your breath, laid out

On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I’m blowin your set

Trick twenty G’s, no sweat, your goin in debt

I’m goin for broke, I’m blowin out smoke, you catch a stroke

Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red

X-Milli-1, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form

Bringin' the storm, forseein' you warned

Nuttin keepin' me calm but heat in my palm

Sleep and you gone, you see what I’m on? Creepin' outta the dark

Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park

First things first man, you’re *fuckin'* with the worst

First things first man, you’re *fuckin'* with the worst

First things first man, you’re *fuckin'* with the worst

You can’t slam, don’t let me get fool on a man!

Steel master, grab half the cash fast and bash

And splash yo' class, mash your staff, What?!

Nigga get smacked, you ain’t worth a punch, hurt your bunch

Get murked, you front in the wrong circle punk!

Mack clever niggas dat regulate

Catch you on the d-lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya

Shake and erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face

Straighten your waist, twist you, and won’t miss you

Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash

Pull fast for your stash

Long as the war last, foot up in your ass

Tryin to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap

Yo; we be the mainstream

Supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends

Number one love for thugs queens schemin on cream

My whole team love, the E-cup bras and mobb cars

Killa Sin known for makin niggas reach for the stars

The terrorist lyricist in the midst of the abyss

We cannabis evangelists, iron palms with metal fists

Wu build, like construction and bang, like percussion

All the Planet Battery packs combust and malfunction, what kid?

First things first man, you’re *fuckin'* with the worst

First things first man, you’re *fuckin'* with the worst

First things first man, you’re *fuckin'* with the worst

You can’t slam, don’t let me get fool on a man!

Holy shit! Who the fuck is dat?

It’s John-John. Sticky Fingaz, kid, you got my back?

I got your back cousin. I got the mack-dozen

And when them niggas start jumpin, bust back cousin

Cause it’s a new year, time for some new shit

Nowadays rappers dyin' over music

Dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin' songs

For survival, duckin' homicidal, you rob them

Yeah yeah! Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we gangbang

Chitty-bang-bang. Chitty-chitty-bang-bang

Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump through my veins

Caught in the zone, home on the range

Aiyyo you rang on ferocious, atrocious

We got that supercalifragalisticexpiala… Dope shit!

Eight ball in the corner pocket. We snatch wallets

Off the white collared. The Big Apple forever rotted

Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'

So what the bumbaclot?! Pop shit, we do the knowledge

To shark niggas, once bitten, major swingers heavy hittin'

Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens

Stop bitchin', no slippin', no pot to piss in

The meltin' pot’s boilin hot now in Hell’s Kitchen

Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers

Belive Dat! My moms don’t raise no suckers

I slap rappers, turn 'em into singers

Touch somethin' of mine and you’ll have Nine fingaz!

Enough said, let’s paint this whole fuckin' town red

And RIP… Their whole crew to a shred!

I got cold blood. I pull yo' plug. I hold, bust!

Show no love. I’m so bugged. Shoot yo' home up

And shoot up the whole club. We throw slugs

You ain’t no thug! I earned every God damn penny

That I got son. I’m rollin' shotgun in the convertible

I wish a nigga w-w-would try to fuckin' jack me

I’ll murder you!

First things first man, you’re *fuckin'* with the worst

First things first man, you’re *fuckin'* with the worst

First things first man, you’re *fuckin'* with the worst

You can’t slam, don’t let me get fool on a man!

Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang! Onyx! Onyx!

Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang! Onyx! Onyx!